WARNING! Turning on the heat and dousing it with fluff on this chapter! just a little bit, because come on, this is why we're here! j/k Lol Thanks for all the follows and comments guys! Really appreciate it and please keep it up! Most people voted to continue with the morning after but the time line does move along quite a bit throughout the chapter so it all works out. Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Despite going to sleep at a later time than normal, Lemo was up early and eager to get started on breakfast. He had greatly enjoyed cooking with Cheelai the night before, and today he'd planned to try to make pancakes.

They had looked so light and fluffy in the picture of the recipe book, and they happened to have all the ingredients needed for it.

He smiled to himself, taking a quick glance in the direction of Cheelai's room. The fact that Broly never did return after taking her to bed was not lost on him.

He whistled an upbeat tune to himself while mixing the pancake ingredients into a bowl. 'Hope they worked up an appetite" He thought with a chuckle.

-With Broly and Cheelai-

Broly had never been so comfortable in his life. He couldn't recall a time when he woke up and didn't immediately move to start his day.

He didn't think there was a point in lingering in bed after sleep had left him. But then again, he'd never awakened in a plush bed, with warm blankets, and the sounds of Cheelai's soft breathing lightly puffing on his chest.

Her body was pressed to his side, her head resting on his shoulder, and one of her legs was thrown over his lap. Dangerously close to places he was trying hard to keep under control.

This was becoming a reoccurring problem. Sure the video had explained why this was happening, but what the hell was he supposed to do about it?.

Absently running his hand down Cheelai's back, he gasped softly when his fingers came across a patch of naked skin. Sometime throughout the night her shirt must have ridden up, he figured.

He felt guilty, but the silky softness of her kept his fingers glued in place, drawing lazy circle on her lower back. The feeling was both soothing and comforting.

She never failed to feel so incredibly good to him. His mind kept raising, curiosity and want torturing him with thoughts of what the rest of her body would feel like.

Reaching down with his other hand, he lightly placed it over the leg that was draped over him. Again, silky smoothness invaded his senses, causing him to close his eyes, almost overcome with emotion.

He'd never been allowed to just feel. Anything he had ever found the smallest enjoyment in had been discouraged or taken away.

He led a life of pain and loneliness for as long as he could remember and didn't even know it. Until one day Cheelai's ship landed in his cold, dark planet, bringing with it rays of light unlike he'd ever seen before.

In the vast emptiness of the cosmos, she had found him. Suddenly the realization of the type of life he'd lived was noticed, and violently rejected.

Every new day with Cheelai was better than the prior one. There was always something new to learn and different emotions to feel.

His life was exciting now, and he was quickly becoming addicted to her nearness, to the small smiles she'd send his way, to all the little things she would do for him, simply because she cared.

Cared about his comfort, his happiness, if he was injured, or hungry. She took the time to teach him about everything and anything he wanted to learn about.

He could no longer picture his life without her. Once in a while dark thoughts would come to haunt him. Telling him this would not always be so, to not get comfortable.

Broly frowned at the anxiety beginning to seep in and tightened his grip over Cheelai's thigh and around her back, his body instantly relaxing from the touch, like magic, a magic only she seemed to wield.

It was at that moment, the sleeping girl chose to open her eyes. She nuzzled her face on the side of his neck, tilting her head up a bit and placing a brief, sweet kiss on his chin.

The action had been so fluid and instinctual, her brain had not yet registered it. She muffled a good morning, and moved to sit up.

Her mind still trying to disperse the fog of sleep, she didn't notice her leg lightly gracing a very sensitive, very attentive part of Broly, or the soft groan her movement caused.

Raising her arms high above her head and stretching her spine as far as she could, she let out soft moans of satisfaction.

"Hmmm, that was the best sleep I've had since…oh, I can't even remember!" Cheelai said, finishing her stretch.

She turned to Broly with a brilliant smile. "I really liked sleeping together" She whispered shyly, a light blush appearing on her cheeks at the confession.

"I-I did as well" He stuttered, his eyes looking away and off to the side, not ready to meet her intense lilac gaze.

"We could sleep together from now on…if you…want to…y-you wouldn't get cold anymore…" He heard himself offer before he could stop.

Cheelai looked down at her hands, fidgeting with the blanket between them. "I-I'd like that…I mean…if you want to…" "I want to!" Broly's quick answer made her look up.

Coming face to face with the saiyan warrior, she still forgot sometimes how fast he could move. Their eyes met briefly before she looked down in embarrassment, only for her sight to catch a glimpse of his lips.

Memories of yesterday's kiss came flooding back. "Cheelai…your cheeks are turning colors…does it mean I make you uncomfortable?" Broly asked a little saddened.

Cheelai blinked and looked back up into Broly's eyes. Lemo's advice playing in her head. "No…it doesn't mean that…and…your cheeks turn colors too you know"

Broly sat back, slapping both hands to his face, eyes wide in embarrassment. "They do?, what does it mean!" He questioned, a little horrified.

Cheelai giggled at his child like reaction. "Well, it could mean a lot of different things…it could mean that you're feeling angry or embarrassed…or excited…" She trailed off…

Relaxing a bit at her explanation, he removed his hands from his face, hoping his cheeks were back to normal but not counting on it.

He slowly reached up, watching for any signs of rejection before softly caressing the slight tint on Cheelai's cheek.

"What does it mean for you now?" He asked. Cheelai smiled, looking up at him again. "Definitely the last one…Broly…you asked me earlier, how I feel about you…"

He scooted closer, nodding his head eagerly. "I…well, we're friends…and I like you very much…but…" His heart began sinking along with where the conversation seemed to be heading.

"Friends don't really…sleep together…it isn't a normal thing to do…for friends that is…" "I want to continue sleeping together, but I don't want to stop being friends" Broly said with worry.

"Then…we could be…m-more than friends…" She looked away, positive by now her face was burning to the touch. "Like a relationship? Like in the video?" He asked, perking up with excitement.

"No!" Cheelai shouted, instantly feeling guilty when Broly flinched back. "Wait, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that" She said, reaching for him and placing her palm over the top of his large hand.

"Not like the video…not yet anyway…we should get to know each other first, right?" Broly's face began to break into a smile as he gained more understanding.

"Yes, I would like that very much" Cheelai smiled at his statement, glad they were avoiding misunderstandings so far.

"You haven't told me how you feel about me yet…" She added, wanting to tease him a bit. Broly however took it as a very serious question and cleared his throat in preparation for his reply.

"I like you, and I think you're very beautiful, and I like touching you, and I hope I can keep you warm at night forever, and I don't want other men to touch you, and I like it when you smile, it makes my heart jump, Lemo said you deserve to be loved, but love is not good, I don't want your chest to hurt" "Wait, what?" Cheelai cut him off.

"Loves makes it hurt in here" He motioned to his chest, his eyes looking away.

'He thinks love is bad?' Her mind raised. That had to be the saddest thing she had ever heard, how damaged was he really?

Suddenly she wanted to erase any and all the pain he'd ever felt, but it wasn't possible. His childhood was gone, his planet was gone, his father, although cruel as he had been, was gone too.

What could she possibly offer him? She was a wanted criminal, a fugitive, but the look in his eyes was haunting. Mostly because she recognized it.

It was the same look she saw in her own reflection for years, it had only gone away recently, soon after partnering up with Lemo and had not resurfaced since she met Broly.

Cheelai launched at him, her small body catching him by surprise and making him loose balance, landing on his back on the soft bed with her on top.

Her arms circled around his neck, making him very aware of the press of her breasts against his chest. No stretchy armor in between them at all.

His hands flew to her delicate waist, initially to help steady her but then settled in pulling her close. "I hate that you think love is bad Broly" She whispered against his neck, her breath sending shivers down his spine.

"It isn't…it's complicated but it's not bad" She continued, her eyes beginning to burn with unshed tears.

Broly began rubbing her back in circles hoping it would sooth her. Both Lemo and Cheelai had said the same thing now. Maybe his understanding of love was all wrong.

"Then…Cheelai wants to be loved?" He asked softly. Climbing the rest of the way on him when the angle of her legs began to bother her, Cheelai nodded, her mind too focused on the conversation to care about the suggestive position their bodies were creating.

"Everyone hopes to be loved Broly, love is good, it's the one thing in the universe worth fighting for" She finished, pulling back slowly to look at him.

"Fighting for loved ones…that sounds…like a good thing" Broly said. Cheelai smiled, sitting up and wiping her eyes free of tears.

Broly looked up at her, his eyes widening at the realization of their position. Her legs straddled his waist, and he could feel the soft weight of her pressing down on what he had begun to refer to as his 'problem area'.

It certainly had been giving him lots of problems as of late so the name was quite fitting. He swallowed hard, letting his eyes slowly follow the contour of her body, up her small, toned waist to her rather large breasts.

He paused there for a moment, from this new angle, they looked even rounder than usual and again the urge to reach up and touch them was upon him.

He quickly discarded thought, convinced she would not have a positive reaction to it. Broly continued to trail his eyes up her soft, delicate neck, over her plump, lime colored lips, all the way to her wide, beautiful lilac eyes.

Eyes that were focused on where their bodies met at the bottom. Following her gaze, Broly gasped at the state of his body, shocked at the magnitude of it, it had never gotten this bad before.

"D-does love make that happen too?" He asked nervously. "Sometimes…it can…It's complicated" Cheelai replied in a whisper. Her thighs beginning to shake slightly around the firm press of Broly's body.

"Hey guys! I made pan…cakes…." Lemo suddenly came in through the door. The sight before him threatening to make him double over with laughter.

And it did. "My goodness, Cheelai, are you ok? Haha..I didn't know you hahaha could fly" He gasped out in between exaggerated chuckles.

Cheelai laid on her back on the floor by the bed, feet up in the air and eyes wide. Lemo's sudden entrance had sent her into a panic, and she jetted herself off Broly's lap so fast, she supposed it probably looked like she had flown off.

Broly sat up in a rush and looked over the edge of the bed. "You can fly Cheelai?" He asked with an excited smile.

Cheelai covered her face with her arms, absolutely mortified. "Not so much Broly, not so much…"

-Some Days Later-

"Are you sure it'll heal on its own? Maybe we should wrap it or something" Cheelai suggested, while carefully cleaning around a rather nasty gash on Broly's shoulder blade.

"I promise, it does not hurt, it should close up soon" The saiyan assured. "How did this even happen? You're like the strongest person on this planet, probably the whole galaxy, how can anything out there hurt you like this?"

Broly hung his head in shame. "I'm sorry…I was careless". Cheelai bit her lip, feeling guilty for making him feel bad.

In so many ways Broly was the strongest being she had ever met, but he was also on the fragile side when it came to emotions.

Finishing up her task of cleaning Broly's injuries, which she had taken upon herself to do ever since they decided to share a bed, she moved put the first aid kit away.

Quickly rejoining him, she stood in front of his sitting form. He was still looking down in shame, prompting her to want to cheer him up. After all, there was nothing more heart breaking than a sad Broly.

She moved to hug him, the fact that he was sitting greatly aiding in their height differences. Her arms wrapped around his neck, careful not to disturb his wound.

She lightly ran her finger through his unruly hair, something she knew gave him an instant calming effect.

It had been over a week since they decided to regularly share a bed. Touching had also become a regular thing between them, and was quickly becoming more adventurous.

She noticed quickly that Broly found immense comfort in physical contact, probably because it had been denied to him for just about his whole life.

She figured the only type of touch he had known were the hard blows he'd gotten during fights. It was understandable he'd respond so favorably to a warm, soft caress, and she was only too happy to indulge him.

Cheelai smiled softly when Broly immediately melted into her embrace, his arms circling around her and her body sinking into his.

"I just worry about you, I hate seeing you hurt" She explained. Broly nodded against her, still feeling bad about what happened earlier.

The gash really wasn't that bad, and he wasn't lying when he said it would heal soon, but the way it happened had indeed been his fault.

It was unlike him to be so unguarded. A simple giant bug had jumped on him, catching him in mid-daydream and had sunk its jaws into his shoulder blade.

Within seconds the creature was blasted away, but the small damage had already been done. It was nothing really, and he felt stupid for allowing it to happen.

He was actually more annoyed at having his thoughts interrupted, than the actual injury. He had been distracted, thinking and remembering.

The past few days had been wonderful. Him and Cheelai had grown considerably closer and just the night before, something new occurred between them.

It happened when they were settling in for night, both already snuggled in the comfort of the bed they now shared.

She had taken to giving him quick kisses, mostly on his head or cheeks right before wishing him a good night, and while he greatly enjoyed it, he wished they'd reenact a real kiss, like the brief one they shared before.

Knowing his good night kiss was coming, he purposely tilted his head, effectively catching her lips with his. Cheelai had pulled back immediately, shocked at the unexpected contact.

Their eyes met, and then all hell broke loose. Lips crashed back into each other with a feverish need. Tongues met and began battling for dominance.

The taste of her was maddening, sweet, with a hint of the teeth cleaning paste she had introduced him to a while back.

Before he knew it he found himself on top, pushing her small body on the bed. Her fingers sunk in his hair, lightly scrapping at his scalp then running her nails down his neck and shoulders.

Shivers ran down his back and the blood in his body travelled south so fast it left him dizzy. One of his hands cradled her head, keeping it at the perfect angle to continue plundering her mouth.

She began making the most wonderous sounds, her body pushing against his in an effort to get closer. It almost felt like an outer body experience.

He began kissing down her face and on the side of her neck. Open mouth kisses, as if to savor every taste of her skin. Her breathing was labored, and her body was practically vibrating from the stimulation.

Her eyes grew wide, only to close slowly in ecstasy when Broly's hand found its way to her right breast.

Through the thin material of her shirt she could feel her peaks grow hard against his palm. 'Too much' her mind began ringing red alarms.

But it felt so good, everything he was doing, the way he was holding her, how gentle he was being, gentle yet aggressive, a very strange and addictive combination. 'Too soon'

And then he placed his mouth over her aching nipple through her clothes, closing around it, making her body go into a spasm of need, the desperation for more so strong, it actually shocked her.

"Wait!" She called out in alarm. Broly instantly pulled back startled. All the sounds she'd been making so far had seemed so encouraging, however this last one carried panic.

Had he misunderstood? His stomach began turning. Was this not ok? had he been forcing her this whole time? He was so much bigger and stronger, had she been trying to push him off and had he mistaken her movements for an invitation to continue instead?

He felt like he was going to be sick. Seeing the look of growing horror on his face, Cheelai reached up and pulled him in for a sweet, reassuring kiss.

Pulling back, she rested her forehead against his. "Things were just going a bit too fast for me, we should stop for now…it's just too soon…"

He relaxed a little but still felt guilty. "I'm sorr…" He began but was cut off by another kiss. He let her maneuver their positions till he was on his back.

She broke off the kiss and settled on his chest, her cheek nuzzling against his warm skin. "Don't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong…in fact…I really liked it…I just don't think we should do more…just yet…is that ok?"

Broly moved his arms around her, one of his large hands seeking one of hers and bringing it to rest open palm over his still turbulent heart.

"I don't want to do anything Cheelai doesn't want to do". Her heart swelled at his confession and she tightened her hold around him.

"Broly I…you…you're just so great" She finished, not really saying what she wanted, but settling for that, after all, he was pretty great.

Broly smiled. "You are great too" was all he could think to say, he didn't think he could put into words what he was really feeling anyway.

Ever since, he'd been replaying the scene over and over in his head, that stupid bug got him right when he was remembering how wonderful the full softness of Cheelai's breast had felt under his hand.

He was quickly getting lost again in the memories, and the fact that Cheelai was still hugging him with said breasts almost to eye level wasn't helping.

"Are you guys ready for lunch? Oh no Broly, your shoulder!" Came in Lemo, breaking the two would be lovers apart. Cheelai turned to the older man with a confident smile.

" Don't make a fuzz Lemo, Broly's a big, tough saiyan, this is nothing" She said, hoping her words would make Broly feel better about the whole thing, as out of character as it had been.

"So what's for lunch?" She continued, moving the conversation away from Broly's injury. "Oh, uh, right, come see, I made tuna sandwiches!" He announced with excitement.

Cheelai turned to Broly, extending her hand out to him with a smile. He took it gladly and moved to follow his friends.

As they ate Lemo chatted on about what tuna was and how he made the sandwiches, he had found his hobby in the culinary arts and was greatly enjoying learning about Earth foods.

He was getting concern about their supplies running low however and was not looking forward to going back to bug juice. "I forgot to tell you, Kakarot will come take us to Earth tomorrow for a…Birthday p-party, we can resupply then" Broly said.

"Really? Who's birthday? That sounds fun" Cheelai asked, her interest peeked. Broly swallowed his food and wiped his mouth before answering.

"He said it was a party for Vegita's daughter…Bula" "Wow, that guy has a daughter?...guess we can't hate him now...and his wife has been hooking us up…" She said, more so to herself.

"Sounds exciting" Lemo chimed in. "I wonder if it'll be cold this time of the season" Cheelai questioned.

Broly brought and arm over her shoulder, scooter her small body to his side. "If it is, I will still keep you warm" Her cheeks flared in response. "Come on guys! Not while we're eating!" Lemo teased, causing Cheelai to hide her face behind Broly's arm.

Tomorrow would indeed be a very exciting day.

TBC…