Father and Freeza, no, Lord Freeza, talked for a while more. Mostly about why King Vegeta betrayed and left them to die on Vampa. It was a story Broly heard lots of times before. So many he could say it again word for word without missing anything. The part where Father talks about King Vegeta and how they were friends before the exiling made them enemies always made Broly really, really angry. Friends shouldn't hurt each other.

Even the name Vegeta made him want to smash something. But Broly respected Father too much to get mad then. He kept himself respectfully quiet and spoke only when someone talked to him first. Fighting back the chill running through him whenever Lord Freeza looked at him for a second was another feeling he kept in-line.

Shortly after Father finished the story, Lord Freeza told them to go someplace for a... shower? He told them to go eat something in the cafeteria too, that they'd meet after an hour. Broly wasn't sure what a shower or cafeteria were. Father led him away through the whooshing walls and into the tight space they walked through and Lemo weren't there. That scared and made him a little sad. It was nice talking to someone new besides father and who didn't make him tense like Lord Freeza.

They went past a few more of the whooshing walls with Father squinting at some strange, glowing symbols above them. "Room 3603. This is ours."

Moving inside this... room, Broly realized it was just a much smaller version of the place they landed and met Lord Freeza in. Inside he recognized some things from Vampa: boxes to put things in, except these, looked nice, shiny. Against the left wall, Broly saw two things stacked on top of one another. They were flat and didn't have anything on it. He decided to touch it, just a little when he noticed Father kneeling in-front of a box, putting things from his back into it with his back turned.

"That's a bed," Father suddenly spoke up, making Broly snap his finger away. Gulping, he expected more yelling but it didn't come. "It's meant for sleeping, you'll see tonight."

A big relief passed through him when Father didn't get mad. Once he was done putting their things away, Father walked to another whooshing wall showing a really small room there.

"Come here, I've got something to show you."

Broly did so. Father pointed to some red and blue things sticking out of the wall. "These are buttons for water, blue is cold, red is warm, that hose up there," He pointed to a weirdly shaped ball with tiny little holes in it above them. "Is what'll help clean you up. Don't be afraid, it's harmless. Leave your clothes out here, you won't be needing most of it anymore."

"Y-Yes, sir," Broly nodded, carefully removing Bah's pelt first, fighting back the fear Father would get rid of it while he was doing this showering thing. Father saying he wouldn't need most of his clothes helped squash the idea he'd do that.

"Wait," He said, his voice sounding gruffer than usual. His hands went to Broly's neck, wrapping around the collar he's had on for as long as he can remember. Broly couldn't move, it was suddenly hard to breathe but he tried not to show weakness, not to make Father mad. But he looked mad already, his one good eye was extra squinty, making his wrinkly face look really, really mean.

"Don't try anything, understood?" Father's grip around the collar tightened, making Broly's breath hitch. It was the voice he used rarely when he was dead serious. It sounded like a meaner version of Broly's own growl whenever he got mad.

"Y-Yes, sir..." Broly answered honestly, hearing a loud pounding noise in his ears. Father nodded and a clicking sound came from behind. Suddenly, all the pressure around his neck was gone, along with Father's hand... and the collar...

It was with Father's hand then. Gone for the first time in forever. Broly thought he was in a dream, Father never removed the collar before, not since-

"Alright, now finish undressing and get in there."

Almost mumbling a "Yes, sir," Broly removed his clothes and went inside the smallest room yet, the whooshing wall closing behind him. He just stood in the small place, not sniffing for any new smells or even alert for any danger. Instead, he just traced along where the collar used to be, getting the pounding from inside his ears under control. Not long after, he let himself smile a little.

But this daze didn't last long, Father's order to get a shower snapped him out of it. Gently, Broly pressed down the red button and immediately growled then growled when something juicy started splashing all over him.

"As I said, it's harmless, son." Father reminded from behind the whooshing wall. Broly listened, taking a few deep breaths. Whatever this water was, it wasn't juicy like the Vampa beetle's blood. That stuff was sticky and got all over. This water thing felt... nicer. It got everywhere but left right away. Gently, Broly rubbed the water between his fingers. His hands felt smooth, smoother than they'd ever felt before.

Broly wondered if this water thing tasted good. Cupping his hands together, he got a big puddle of the stuff there then gobbled it down. It definitely wasn't like the beetle blood. It felt a lot better, going down his throat nice and easy. It didn't really have a taste but it was warm and it wasn't bitter. Opening his mouth nice and wide toward the hose, Broly kept chugging lots more of it down.

He must've been at it for a while since Father called out to him. "What are you doing in there? You should be clean by now!"

Jamming his mouth shut fast, Broly gulped the last of the water. "S-Sorry, Father. I'm coming out."

Father shoved something in his chest the second he was out. It was nice, soft and furry in his hands, it reminded him of Bah's pelt except white and smaller. "Use that to dry yourself with, your clothes are on the top bunk."

Following Father's order, Broly rubbed the soft white pelt all over, smiling, enjoying the feel of it against his skin. It got rid of the water still on him too. On the top bunk or bed, he guessed there were some pants, gauntlets, boots, a chest piece like the one Father wore but different and Bah's pelt waiting for him. He smiled a little again when he noticed that. And no collar around too. Maybe Father wouldn't use it anymore?

Still smiling, Broly saw his new clothes. The new pants were purple, not blue like the old ones and they weren't torn up either. The boots and gauntlets were nice too, no dirt on them. The chest piece looked a little small, making him wonder if he should even try putting it on. But when he took hold of the green thing sticking out the shoulder part, Broly was amazed when it stretched.

Wondering if the rest of it did too, he gently started putting it on, slipping his head through first then his arms. It fit great! Didn't even feel clumsy or heavy like it looked it could be.

With another whoosh, the wall opened up, showing father drying himself off too. "Good, you're dressed. We'll get to the cafeteria in a minute."

Father's new clothes were nice and shiny too with lots of greens and purples. Unlike Broly, he went for gloves and something like a pelt too going around his waist, covering up his legs and most of his tail. The only thing kept from his old armor was the belt, a worn out, orange one where the remote was kept.

The collar too... which Father took out from the pouch to his left. Instantly, the warm feeling of water left Broly's suddenly dry mouth and the pounding came back in his ears as Father walked up and started setting the collar back on.

While Father stood there, Broly tried very, very hard to keep a respectful face. Instead, he focused all his anger and sadness to his right fist, tightening it so hard it started hurting him. With the same loud clicking sound from before the collar was back in place.

"Alright, let's go."

"Yes... Sir."

The trip to this cafeteria took them through part connecting all the rooms together. This time, Broly didn't feel like sniffing for new smells or to look out at space where you could do that. He kept his head low and a respectful distance from Father.

Not even seeing Cheelai and Lemo again in this cafeteria, where people were sitting around, resting their arms on some grey looking slabs helped his mood.

"Yo!" Cheelai smiled and waved at them. "You guys are looking better! Come eat with us!"

Father nodded and moved to the opposite end of the table from where Cheelai sat. Broly decided to sit to her right, across from where Lemo was.

"Looking good in that new battle uniform!" She smiled wider. It helped make him feel a little better. "Although, that stinky fur around your waist should go!"

Her hand moved to where Bah's pelt was tied too, pulling at it just a little. Immediately, Broly's anger couldn't be stopped. Putting his hands to the spot she just touched, a sharp growl followed by a "No!" came out.

Everyone around them gasped and started staring at him, making Broly tense up even more as he started looking everywhere for danger. Cheelai jumped back in her seat, almost knocking it over while Lemo almost sank in his, staring at him with big, wide eyes.

"Broly," Father's cold voice suddenly cut through the silence. "Sit down and behave yourself."

Hesitantly, he looked at Father and saw he was getting mad too. That made Broly stop and try to calm himself down. With a long breath, it mostly worked. With the anger more or less gone, shame replaced it - the kind that really hurt whenever he messed something up for Father. Now he messed up with Cheelai and Lemo too.

"I-It's okay," Cheelai spoke up next, looking at Broly and Father. "I didn't know it was important."

Her hand went to the pelt again. This time gently brushing it, the same way Broly's hand used to brush against Bah... He felt like telling them about him but he'd already disappointed Father enough and talking about Bah would only make things worse, along with getting him very angry too.

Sitting down, Broly kept a respectful silence. Cheelai smiled at him a little while Lemo slowly pulled himself out of the chair. There were drops of sweat coming down his face.

"I see Lord Freeza has rewarded you well," Father spoke up, nudging his head toward something shiny in Lemo's hands.

"Oh? These? Sure! It'll make my retirement a helluva a lot nicer!"

"Weren't you already retired?" Cheelai asked him while Broly silently wondered what the word meant.

"Well... yyyeeeaahhhh..." Lemo started looking a little awkward too. "But... Y'know, when Lord Freeza says he needs you back, you come back."

Father let out another rumble that might've been a laugh. "That's how it works for everything."

"True that."

Some strange, white... flying thing came up to them, holding lots of smaller slabs with something that Broly's nose felt was food. "Here are your orders, enjoy!"

"Sweet! I'm starving!" Cheelai told them, licking her lips.

The floating thing with lots of arms left, leaving everyone a slab of food. Little things were next to it, a knife, a blunt knife and a knife with three spiky ends. While Broly wondered what they were for, everyone else started eating... with the knives. Looking around their table as well as the other ones close by, it was something they were all doing. Except for one table full of shouting people talking and looking funny.

Broly didn't want to shame or anger Father anymore, deciding he was going to eat like the others. Taking the spiky knife in his right hand, very gently along with the regular knife in his other one. Pressing a red, big piece of food looking like meat with the spiky knife, he started moving the regular knife up and down, cutting a piece off. Then he ate it.

It was the best meat he'd ever tasted. He only ate Vampa beetles but this tasted so much nicer than any of them ever did. It was even better than those little meals Father used to have, the ones he gave when Broly did something really good.

He couldn't help himself, gobbling up the meat in big chunks in no time. Next to it was some green stuff that wasn't as tasty but it was nice too along with these crunchy yellow things about the size of Broly's finger. Separate they were fine but when he put them together, along with some red mushy stuff in a small cup, it tasted even better than the meat!

"Wow..." Lemo said in a weird voice, stopping Broly mid gulp and getting his attention away from the food. Looking around the table, everyone was staring at him, not angry... just staring. "You... really like the food?"

Broly remembered not to speak with his mouth full, gulping before answering. "Y-Yes, sir."

To Broly's right, Cheelai laughed a little, smiling again. Lemo was the next one, a little smaller than his friend. Even Father let out a little rumble.

"Someone liking our cafeteria food," Cheelai kept laughing. "Never thought I'd see the day."

"W-Why? It's very good."

For a second they stared at him again then laughed harder, even Father was obviously doing it this time though he held back more than the others.

"So now we know what it takes to like the grub here," Lemo spoke up again, shaking his head left and right. "Being stuck on a crazy planet for years with nothing else to eat."

"Trust me, it doesn't," Father responded before eating down some yellow food with the blunt knife. This got another laugh out of the others, and Broly smiled too.

"H-Hey there," A new voice said, belonging to a smiling looking tall guy walking up to them. For some reason his purple cheeks were red and his walk was kinda funny. Immediately, Cheelai's smile disappeared, making her look angry for the first time since Broly met her. "How ya do-"

"I already told you to leave me alone, jerk."

The new guy, this jerk, stopped smiling for a second then laughed. "Aw! C'mon! Don't be like that! Why don't ya come t'my table and have a good time? Sittin' around with old farts and loud babies is borin'!"

Broly didn't know what a baby was but from the looks Lemo and Father were giving this guy on top of Cheelai's told him this wasn't someone he should like.

"Buzz. Off." She answered coldly, it reminded him of Father when he got mad. Lemo, pushing his seat back, went to the guy who stood between Cheelai and Broly.

"You heard the lady fella, don't cause trouble or-"

With a loud thud, the guy smacked Lemo across the face putting him on the ground. "Piss off, old man!"

Broly was on him immediately. Before the red cheek guy knew it, his right arm was grabbed. "H-Hey! What're ya doUUUGGGHHH!"

The next thing grabbed was his throat. Choking and gurgling, Broly kept a strong squeeze on the guy who was hurting and bothering his friends.

"Stop, Broly," Father ordered from the back but Broly didn't care enough to listen. His bad mood from before was bad and a whole lot worse. From the jerk's table, he heard his friends shouting and getting back up. He could tell they wanted a fight. With a growl turning into a shout, Broly raised the jerk over his head and tossed him right across the room and into his table.

Lots of stuff clanked on the ground, the slab they were eating on flipped over, covering most of them in food. Out of the six guys there, five of them were still down with one managing to stay on his feet. With slow, powerful steps, a growling Broly started coming towards them.

"Broly! Stop right now!" Father ordered again, Broly still didn't listen. He kept marching, his feet starting to crack the ground right from under him. From inside, he felt a strong, familiar power building up. The kind Father was always proud of... and a little afraid.

The jerk and his pals were back up but from the looks on their faces, how they were staring at him with big eyes and open mouths. Broly knew they were very should be.

"BROLY!" Father shouted again, louder than he'd done in a very long time. "DON'T MAKE ME USE THE REMOTE!"

Feeling like he'd gotten punched across the face, Broly did as ordered and stopped just a few steps away from the jerk and his friends. A horrible fear beat out his anger, leaving him stuck-in-place until he got himself back under control. With a deep, long breathe, Broly finally got his body to move again, the pounding in his ears mostly gone.

Looking back, Cheelai helped up Lemo and were both looking between Father and him. Father's hand was on the remote's pouch. That made Broly freeze again, needing a few more deep breaths to calm down.

"F-Father..." Broly stuttered out, trying to sound respectful, not terrified. "I'm-"

"Colonel Paragus, Private Broly," The voice from before spoke above them again. "Report to Lord Freeza in the main hangar bay immediately."

Just like last time, most people in the room looked as afraid as Broly felt when the voice came back. Even Father, despite knowing he'd meet up with Lord Freeza after they ate.

"You," Father said, growling the word out. His good eye almost shut into a mean slit. "Come with me. Right now."

Gulping, Broly nodded and rushed out after him, not even looking back at Cheelai and Lemo on the way out. He didn't dare to stall Father after everything today. Walking very fast, almost running, they got closer to the place their flying box was left at.

"Shut up and let me do the talking, understood?"

Broly didn't know whether or not the order meant he should immediately shut up or be quiet after saying he'd listen. Father didn't seem to care, even if the confusion made his son all the more scared and tense. Lord Freeza stood at in front of a ship that was a smaller version of the one they were already in.

With the same smile as before, he waited until they reached him. "Colonel Paragus, Private Broly."

"Lord Freeza!" Broly timed the bow thing from earlier right this time but his greeting was still just a little after Father's, making it sound wrong. Lord Freeza didn't seem to care.

"Rise gentlemen," He waved them up and they did. "I hope you've both eaten well and rested a bit?"

"Y-Yes, sire," Father nodded, little beads of sweat moving down the side of his face.

"Good, good, so you won't mind indulging me for a bit?"

"I-Indulge you, sire? With what?"

"Oh, nothing particularly extravagant," Lord Freeza's smile widened, his eyes narrowing... at Broly. "Just a friendly little spar between me and your son? I would very much like to see the power which terrified King Vegeta after all."

A/N: Next time on An Empty Revenge - Broly vs Freeza kicks off! Along with a few other lore tidbits.