Sorry it took pretty much forever for me to post anything. School has really been a bitch and is taking up my time a lot.
Future chapters will be longer. Speaking of future chapters, future chapters will contain violence and lemons, hence the M rating.
And if you're wondering, yes, Paragus has both of his eyes right now and Broly is under 10 years old.
Dragon Ball Z belongs to Toei Animation and the great Akira Toriyama.
The warm night air blanketed the planet of Sod. Very few of the sentient inhabitants could stay awake in the tiring warmth of the night. Of course there was one life form who sat in his bed, awake as ever and observing the stars of the Sod's beautiful night sky from a window above his son's bed. The stars were always comforting to him. Thoughts danced throughout his head, when he looked at the stars, about the possibilities of other strong races existing, where his comrades were, and just how many worlds space held. However, this night was just another night where such thoughts never came to mind for him. Ever since that fateful day on Planet Vegeta, where his son and his lives were nearly ended, his mind was plagued by fears of where the genocidal tyrant was lurking, fears of the tyrant's mercenaries and men finding him and his son, despair over the loss of their glorious race, and fear for the future of his son.
A small snore brought the man out of his thoughts. His eyes darted quickly to the source of the almost inaudible snore. A smaller bed that lay against the wall opposite the man contained a small figure covered in a blanket, his spiky black hair spilling out over the pillow and mattress. Though he was still small when compared to his father, the boy was quite tall for his age. Though his height was impressive, the boy had many other unique qualities that made him special to his father.
A smile, not unlike the smile he wore as he watched the boy play, train, or socialize, appeared on the tanned visage of the boy's father. The look on the boy's face now was priceless and it was only the latest memory that he would keep of his son. So calm and at peace was the boy's face, you wouldn't believe it possible that he had lived through a life most adults couldn't live through and survived a near fatal attempt on his life. Or more so the fact that the boy could throw a tantrum that made even the most bloodthirsty of enraged creatures seem docile in comparison.
"Father…?" The word was almost inaudible. Slowly the boy's eyes flicked to be slightly open so as to see his father.
His father shouldn't have been surprised. The boy was already so sensitive to ki due to his own massive power level that he could already feel fluctuations in the power levels of those who were close to him. While usual powerful Saiyan cubs could about do the same, the boy was made even more unique by his ability to recognize his father's ki and differentiate it from others. Something usually learned by Saiyans entering their teen years was learned naturally by this boy in his young year. Not even a decade had passed since his birth and the boy was already more powerful than any other Saiyan the proud father had ever known about, with the obvious exception of the great Saiyan of legend.
Slowly and quietly the boy's father stood up and walked over to his son's bed, still looking upon the boy with the love only a father can express. "It's ok my son. I didn't mean to wake you. Sleep, you need your rest. Tomorrow will be a day full of traveling." A loving smile on his face, the father knelt down at the side of the mattress and looked his son in the eye.
A few blinks preceded the boy smiling at his father wearily. "Yes father…" Sleep quickly began to retake its grasp upon the boy.
"Sleep well my son." His voice quieted so as to help lull the boy to sleep. After a moment of silence, the father leaned over his son, moving away the boy's bangs from his forehead, and kissed him lightly on the forehead before returning to a standing position.
The boy's smile became softer as he felt himself begin to slip back into sleep. "I love you father."
"I love you too, Broly." At hearing his father's response, Broly allowed sleep victory and dozed off into his dreams.
Seeing his son now peacefully sleeping again, Broly's father walked quietly to his own bed and decided he should do the same. After all, tomorrow would be the day that he and Broly would be heading to the nearest neighbor, who happened to be one of their few trusted friends, to trade for meat and milk and for Broly, this meant getting to play the day away with his best friend La, the daughter of their neighbors. Slowly Broly's father was seized by sleep. Before his eyes would soon flash dreams of Broly's mother and the days before the tyrant destroyed their home and people.