Chapter one: My Life With a Saiyan Warrior

Merida finishing washing her one plate as she hears the sound of construction in the background. It's been three days since the construction workers showed up and started modifying her house. Apparently, she was expecting a new houseguest, who was part of the Cultural Exchange Program. Her coordinator, Smith, said that he still needed a few days before he would be ready for societal integration. This made Merida nervous.

You see, her experiences with men were few, varied, but all ended about the same. But, that wasn't a factor here. After all, they would be living together, they didn't need to nessicarily like each other. Though she hoped he would be nice; having a reliable guy friend around the house to do all the heavy lifting and more difficult tasks would actually be a great change from her solo living arrangement.

The doorbell rings and Merida dries off her hands, tying up her long black hair. She peeks at herself in the kitchen backdoor, her reflection barely visible on the full glass door. She straightens her pink and white striped blouse, brushing off her blue skirt that reached her knees. She adjusts her C cup bra and then sighs "Alright, you can do this. Just be nice, show him around. Remember, if you don't get along with him, Smith is number 3 on speed dial. And don't let him see your plush collection."

She gives her reflection a reassuring smile and walks to the door, opening it slowly. She squeeks with surprise when she sees not just Smith, but the hulking man behind Smith. He was a good 6 and a half feet tall at least. He looked completely human, with black spiky hair that fell around every side of his head, black eyes and a pointy jaw. He did not wear a shirt, but he had a red sash around his waist, white pants and white boots. He had a large bracelet on each wrist, ankle and a necklace around his neck.

Merida purses her lips and Smith smiles "Merida, I'm glad you were willing to accomidate Broly here. He's pretty quiet, you guys should get along well." Merida swallows and nods "Of course. Anything I should know?" Smith nods and steps inside. Broly hangs just outside the front door and Smith turns to him "Come in, come in." Broly follows Smith inside and stands in a corner. Smith holds out the books she was carrying to Merida "Here, these books will cue you in on the Interspecies Cultural Exchange Program. One is a journal, denoting some of Broly's habits and some insight into his species."

Merida sets down the first book and a small slip of paper slides out and falls to the floor. Merida picks it up and Smith goes wide eyed "It's vital you read that!" Merida is slightly taken aback, so she turns it over. On it was written the words 'Never say the words Carrot or Kakarot aloud, ever!' Merida raises an eyebrow and Smith narrows her eyes "One hundred percent serious."

Merida gasps "Just what kind of mess you got me into?!" Smith sits on the couch "Broly, could you wait outside a second?" Broly shrugs "Whatever." Smith waits until he steps out and closes the door before she continues "Look, our friend Broly here is a special case. He was found wounded and dying. Doctors nursed him back to health and then figured out he was unique. He's also mentally unstable."

Merida pales, sitting by Smith "What the hell?!" Smith puts a hand on her hand to comfort her "But... we have worked hard with him, to help him fight his mental instability, and now we want him to start interacting with other people. At this stage, we want to work on developing his social skills. We think that it will be benificial for his mental health. And for your safety, I'm going to have one of my best operatives staying here to watch over you. Though this shouldn't be nessicary. He's actually passive and easy to get along with. Provided you don't accidentally trigger him. Also, if he ever says that word, the taboo word, or his hair turns gold, get as far away as possible. Then call me once you are on a plane to Antartica or somewhere similarly far."

Smith stands "By the way, he eats close to twenty two thousand calories per meal, and enjoys three meals a day, four on a hard day of training. Thus why we made your kitchen so long. I'll see about getting you a private chef, but don't expect some Iron Chef or some super fancy cook. Government funding is barely enough to pay me well, there is no way I would be able to justify paying for a fifty k a year chef." Merida nods a little "So... I'm safe, right?"

Smith gives her a thumbs up "Zombina is going to take care of you. And I won't be leaving her here all the time. Tionishia will take shifts with her. Tion is actually able to compete with him in the strength department. Zombina can't really feel pain, so if he goes crazy she can at least keep him busy while you run for it. Though that shouldn't be nessicary. Have a good one!" Smith walks outside and Broly walks back in. Zombina walks through the door behind him and she plops down on the couch next to Merida "Sup? I'm Zombina. Where is your T.V remote? I'm missing the Dawn of the Dead rerun. Hey, you get Starz, right?" Merida holds the remote out to Zombina "Here... and yeah."

She stands, not taking her eyes off Broly. The fur sash around his waist shifted and she realzed it wasn't a sash, but rather a monkey tail. She smiles warmly "Follow me, let me show you to your room." Broly nods and remains expressionless as she gives him a full tour of the house. His expression brightens when he sees the impressive workout room they made for him, complete with weights that Merida recalls took the combined effort of two grown men to carry around. She looks up at him "I bet you are going to be in here alot?"

Broly nods "I will be in here alot. It is a good setup." She smiles "But be sure not to drop the weights. They are remarkably heavy." Broly nods "Noted." Merida couldn't imagine Broly's physique getting any bigger, since his upper half could easily make any man jealous and make any woman swoon. Merida blushes, then steels herself. Not this woman!

Broly narrows his eyes "Are you alright?" She tilts her head "Why do you ask?" Broly shrugs "We have been standing here for about 2 minutes in silence and you have yet to show me to my room." Had she really been picturing Broly in her head for a whole two minutes? Was she that lost in thought?! Merida stammers and then giggles nervously "Of course! Right this way!" She shows him to his room, with a king sized reinforced bed, a dresser, full length mirror and his private full bathroom.

Broly walks in the room and looks around "This will be where I rest? Does the door lock from the inside?" Merida checks the door handle "That it does." He nods "Very well. This will do. I do not plan on staying very long." Merida frowns "According to the Interspecies Cultural..." He growls "No. I know the law says I cannot leave this house without you. But I don't care about laws. I have one purpose in life. To get stronger. And kill my rival from birth." The viens in his head begin to pulse and he clenches his teeth. Merida takes a step back in fear, which makes him smile "I wouldn't waste an ounce of energy killing you. In fact."

He takes a step closer to her (which one step for him is quite a bit when you consider his size) "If you cut your hair short... you may pass as a suitable mate. Even for a human." This made Merida blush fiercely, then she growls in frustration and stomps on Broly's foot. Broly seems to be surprised more than hurt "I actually felt that. I must be more out of shape than I thought." He grunts "I'm not trying to make friends. I just need to continue to act like a weakling, and soon I will be strong enough to do as I please again."

She clenches her fists "I get the feeling living with you is going to be a pain in the ass." Zombina pokes her head in the door "Is everyone getting along here?" Merida clenches her teeth, turning to Zombina "Peachy!" She smirks "If he ever gets too noisey, he's actually easy as hell to take down." Broly takes a step towards Zombina, growling "What in the hell is that supposed to mean? Do you intend to fight me?"

Zombina giggles "A fight? That wouldn't end well for me, now would it? Unless..." She reaches for his tail and Broly grabs her wrist. She tries to reach with her other hand and he grabs it swiftly. Zombina growls from the effort "Spoilsport!" Broly snarls at her "Do not even try to touch my tail!" Merida snatches his tail, squeezing it and he releases Zombina, dropping to his knees and grunting from the pain "No! Release my tail!" Merida squeezes it harder, making Broly go wide eyed "Only if you promise to behave yourself! You are a guest in my house, I will not tolerate your aggressive behavior."

Broly looks back at her "You know nothing of us Saiyans. We do not take orders. We do not heel like pet dogs." Merida lets go of his tail "I wasn't trying to treat you like a dog. I'm sorry. I just... don't want any violence. Or talk of killing anyone. You are here to learn to live amongst humans. And you can live a normal life. You don't have to dedicate your life to some revenge plot." Broly narrows his eyes "I wouldn't expect a human to understand a Saiyan. We are warriors by nature. Violence is in our DNA."

Merida folds her arms "That's not true! They say the same things about humans, but loads of people are capable of great acts of kindness. I'll show you that somewhere, deep down inside you Broly, there is a part of you that wants a normal life!" Broly smirks and stands "Trying to convince me, or convince yourself?" Zombina sighs "Hey, since all that is over, I could really use something to eat!" Broly frowns "I suppose, in light of the fact that I require you to make my meals, I could abide by your orders."

Merida huffs indignately "I'm not your Master, you are your own person. But... I just want peace and quiet, okay?" He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath "Very well. While I wait for my meal, I will take a shower." Merida nods "Alright. Anything in particular you like Broly?" He shrugs "I like meat. I eat just about anything, but I prefer plenty of meat, pasta or rice as well." He tilts his head a little "Do you have books?"

Merida smiles "You like to read?" Broly smirks "I despise reading. But Smith told me at the medical facility that knowledge is power. She insists that growing smarter could improve my abilities. So if these books could make me smarter, it could make me better at even fighting." Zombina giggles and snorts "Knowledge is power?! Smith can be so corny!" Broly frowns "I do not understand..." Merida smiles "No, what she means is that... well actually, she does have a point. If you do grow smarter, you could learn how to adapt and strategize. So she's not wrong."

Broly stands a little straighter "But that can come later. First, my shower. I hope the shower is large enough to accomidate." He walks into his bathroom and Zombina licks her lips "Almost makes my heart want to beat. Once you get past the whole 'big angry jerk' personality flaw of course." Zombina lets out a sudden and loud erotic moan that makes Merida jump "Hey, none of that either! Go watch your movie rerun thing... I need to start cooking!" Zombina walks out of the room as Merida waves her off.

Merida was busy in the kitchen cooking her ass off. Twenty two thousand calories is a tall order! On her recipe book stand she has the journal, depicting the many traits and nuances that were observed from Broly since he recovered. Mostly, she didn't learn much that he didn't already make blatanly obvious. Obsessed with growing stronger, dislike of humans, stubborn and rude additude. She also learned he suffers from night terrors, his physical strength, speed and reflexes were far beyond a normal humans abilities, and he had the ability to use something called chi.

She dries off her hands, reading this paragraph carefully. Apparently, he could manafest his chi, or mortal energy, into an energy based projectile, as well as fly and improve his physical abilities even further. As she read further in, she learned that his jewelry was more than just jewelry; they had stumbled across a specific energy signature that could supress his chi. But even without it, he was far too strong for one person to handle, and he was also bulletproof. She essencially has a tank living in her house. Merida gasps in surprise as the smoke alarm in the house goes off. She opens the oven and is distraught to see that while she was lost in thought, her bread burned.

Merida pulls the pan out of the oven and places it on the counter, and when she goes to turn back around Broly is standing in the dining room, which divided the living room and kitchen. Broly was still dripping wet from his shower, and was standing there in all his naked glory. Merida blushes so darkly, she even feels like she may get a nosebleed if any more blood rushes to her head. Her ears, cheeks, hell her whole face was on fire. Zombina turns and looks at Broly, laughing obnoxiously.

Broly turns in her direction "What do you find funny?" Merida sighs in exasperation "Broly, why are you naked?" He folds his arms "There are no towels in my bathroom. And I have yet to figure out what I use to clean my body, other than the water. I do not have much of anything in there." Merida sighs "You... can't just walk around my house naked!" Broly narrows his eyes "I hate that you can decide whenever you want, that you don't like something. How am I to know these things?! Make me a damn list!"

Merida waves her hands in front of her "Okay okay, just... there are towels in my bathroom. Its the second door down on the right. And while you are in there, I have a bottle of stuff called body wash. Sorry, it's strawberry scented. I'll get you something more manly tomorrow." Broly glares at her "You would have me smell like a fruit? Why would you yourself want to smell like a fruit? That would make you easy to track." Merida sighs "Well good, at least I know you can always find me because I smell like a berry. Oh and by the way, how come it took you 20 minutes to realize all this?!"

Broly looks away "I was appreciating the sensation of a hot shower, if you must know!" Merida waves him off "Then go back to enjoying it, and let me finish cooking." He nods "Very well." He walks off and Merida sighs "This is going to be an adjustment." Zombina giggles "I bet they had to make the shower pretty big to accomidate him!" Merida wipes the trickle of blood from her nose and goes back to working on making dinner.

Merida was unable to sleep. This was partly due to the horror she witnessed, watching Broly quickly turn a buffet of food into scraps faster than she could lift a fork. This was also due to Broly's occasional outbursts from his room. Merida pushes herself out of bed, yawning before walking to Broly's bedroom in her red satin PJs. She goes to turn the handle, frustrated to find it locked. She could hear heavy breathing on the other side of the door.

"Broly. Are you okay?" He seems to even out his breathing, then yells back "I'm fine. Leave me alone!" Merida presses her hand to the door "It's just... you were yelling an awful lot. Maybe I can-" Broly opens the door and Merida stumbles into him. Instinctively Broly catches her and her face presses against the lower part of his chest. She looks up at him and he glares down at her "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

Merida frowns "I wasn't saying that you couldn't. But it never hurts to ask for help. Sometimes... sometimes you can't do it alone. Sometimes, you need that push in the right direction from someone else to get on the right track. Every once in a while, getting help from someone else can help you reach new heights you couldn't achieve on your own."

Broly steps back from her, turning away "Anything that I cannot achieve on my own is not worth achieving." Merida sighs "I'm going back to bed. Try to get some sleep." Broly nods solemnly, laying back down on the bed. Merida closes the door behind her then lets out a deep sigh "How do I reach you? Your bulletproof skin isn't the only armor that no one can break through."