Chapter 11 – Planet Seren
The only thing covering Cheelai and Broly as they slept on the ground was Ba's ear. Though not large enough to cover all of the Saiyan, Cheelai was snuggled comfortably underneath.
She realized the moment she kissed Broly yesterday that there was too much at stake to stop. The more passionate the kiss became, the more enthralled she was, unable to shake her desire for intimacy.
That nagging voice of reason screaming at her to stop and consider waiting until later to bond skin-to-skin was silenced once she untied her bikini. Broly's innocent and curious nature kept asking what Cheelai was doing. All she did was touch his lips, shaking her head.
While curled up behind her, Broly's large arms held her against his chest. His steady breathing lulled her to sleep with a smile on her face. Still, under her euphoria, she wished nothing else but for this moment to last forever.
Broly was the first to wake in the morning. He had been so used to waking up alone while his father watched for signs of predatory activity that waking up next to such a kind and gentle woman with no imminent threat took a huge burden off of him.
Even her scent was different now. She smelled more comfortable this time around. It was the scent of admiration and likeability that drew Broly closer to her. In the midst of his out-of-control rage the day before, hearing Cheelai's voice reach into the deepest abyss of the well lifted him back out.
The energy she gave off was like a ring of light that illuminated the darkness inside the well. The light was warm and alluring, passionate but also peaceful. Cheelai could be on the other side of the planet, and Broly would still know where she was as though she were right next to him as she was now.
Cheelai uttered a small moan, stirring herself awake. She knew she was still safe in his arms when she glanced at him. "Hey," she whispered. She adjusted herself to better look at his face, reaching up to touch it with her hand. Broly admired any gesture Cheelai did, except for those times when she lost her temper. Those times make her downright scary.
Broly sat up, stretching. Cheelai did so herself before wrapping her arms around his abdomen, stroking his muscles with her finger. "I hope what we did yesterday wasn't too awkward for you?" she asked.
"No," Broly replied. He shielded his eyes from the morning sun peeking through the tree branches.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "Your face is kind of all over the place."
"I am fine," Broly said. "It is a different experience for me than training. Your scent and energy were stronger during that time."
Cheelai wasn't sure whether that was a good or bad thing, but she wasn't complaining much after seeing the content look on his face. "That's good," she said.
Standing was a bit of a struggle for her, still weakened from yesterday. She knew once she reached the point of no return that she steeled herself to endure what was to come. Her petite frame contrasting with Broly's imposing figure, had risks involved when sex was an issue. Yet another one of those questions I should've cleared up with Bulma and Chichi first.
After they dressed, Cheelai tied Ba's ear around Broly's waist, resting her hands on the knot. "Thank you for yesterday, Broly. I know it was a sudden decision on my part, but I think it was the right one," she told him. She let out a yelp when he suddenly lifted her off the ground, but it was meant for her face to be at eye level while she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I think I can safely say that you'll make a better lover than the previous one."
"I would like to do more of that later," Broly said. That was definitely not a statement Cheelai expected to hear him say. Red in the face, she nervously placed her hands on his chest. "Perhaps when we return to Bulma's place," she said with a wink.
"Okay."
After Broly set her back down, Cheelai still wobbled as they exited the forest, searching the environs for any sign that they might have attracted unwanted attention without realizing it. The brochure still in her bag made her giggle when she read over the list of activities. Good thing these resorts don't add "sex with your partner" as one of the activities.
She chuckled more until she couldn't hold herself back, confusing Broly. "Sorry!" she said through fits of laughter. "It's not important."
They strolled along the beach until they reached the coast, allowing the waves to crash against their legs. Cheelai breathed in the ocean air. "I like to think of this ocean as the universe. It looks endless, full of mysteries that have yet to be discovered. Maybe we should take Lemo up on his offer and move to that planet?"
"All I want to do is go with you and Lemo," Broly said as his way of indicating that it doesn't bother him where they end up, so long as he can continue the adventure of discovery with his new friends.
"I wonder if Seren has beaches like this with oceans to swim in?" she asked, wading through the water. She bent to pick a seashell from the sand, dusting it off. "Beaches that have these little treasures for me to find."
She traced the smooth texture with her thumb before pocketing it. Then, wrapping her arm around Broly, she drank in the view without saying a word.
One thing Cheelai couldn't rid herself of during her time as a thief was her insatiable sense of curiosity. Whether it was something as mysterious as an undiscovered treasure, or an uncharted section of space, she needed to see for herself what secrets there were to find. Even the alluring sight of those gems on Vampa enticed her to explore the dangerous cave, despite the outcome leaving her disgusted.
It was decided. "I guess there's no way of avoiding it, Broly. Lemo's got a point. Plus, it gives me a chance to find out what this Seren has to offer. Let's go back and tell him."
Scooping her into his arms, he left the ground, splashing unsuspecting tourists with water and sands without looking.
The first couple of people to greet them were Bulma and Vegeta, lounging on the balcony while eating breakfast. "Hey there! Welcome back!" Bulma shouted to them.
"Hey!" Cheelai yelled back as Broly landed. Vegeta paused after swallowing his bite to gloss over the pair. "Not surprising," he said.
Cheelai sniffed the air. "That smells really good. Lemo, I take it?" she asked. Bulma, who had Bulla in her arms while suckling a bottle of formula, ate a piece of Lemo's omelet dish. Broly's stomach rumbled furiously, surprising everyone except Vegeta. Even Bulla paused to look at him.
"I have not eaten since yesterday," Broly said. Cheelai nearly fell over, surprised. Holding herself aloft, she breathed a sigh. "I suppose that's my fault for keeping you occupied. Sorry about that."
Bulma looked puzzled at first. But it didn't take her long to figure out what Cheelai meant. She glanced at Vegeta with a smirk.
Lemo eventually stepped out. "How's everyone doing? Oh! Good timing!" he said when he spotted the pair. "Sorry for leaving you out in the dust like that, Broly. You just park your butt right in that chair, and we'll get your belly filled up to bursting."
Lemo turned around, shouting back into the building. "Incoming Saiyan! Look lively, people! Double-up on the workload!"
Broly took his seat at a table behind Vegeta and Bulma while Cheelai greeted Bulla. "Hey there! Hungry?"
"Always," Bulma said with a chuckle. "Being half-Saiyan carries the same appetite as a full-blooded one. I expect six more bottles after this one."
Cheelai gulped. If she knew she would eventually have children of her own, given what she and Broly had just gone through last night, the possibility of half-Saiyan children finally crossed her mind. Lemo would be worked to exhaustion at some point day after day feeding so many Saiyans. But the sight of such an adorable face with her mother's hair was too much to ignore.
"May I?" she asked Bulma, offering to hold Bulla. "Sure. You don't mind, do you?" Bulma asked the baby girl. Then, transferring her over to Cheelai, Bulla was still quietly drinking away at the formula until the bottle was empty.
Bulma casually exchanged bottles while Cheelai held the baby in her arms. "So this is what it feels like to be a mom, huh?" Cheelai asked.
"Not a day goes by that I don't regret having these darlings in my life," Bulma said, stroking Bulla's hair. "I've got a cute little version of me now."
Cheelai occasionally would stare at Broly while holding Bulla. There was a rush of endorphins through her head, holding a baby in her arms while watching the man she had slept with. She never gave up on her dream of having a family, and after her moment of intimacy with Broly, that dream would soon become real.
Cheelai played with Bulla some more, making faces to incite laughter from the girl. Bulma joined in, double-teaming to create a fit of giggles.
Once Lemo sat at their table to take a break, he expelled a long breath. "You look exhausted," Cheelai told him.
"Comes with the job," Lemo replied. "I ain't complainin'."
"I must give you credit for how well you've treated the kitchen staff, compared to when you first arrived," Bulma said. "They've been working a lot harder than before."
"That also comes with the job," Lemo said with a wink. "Can't slack off while cooking perfection."
Cheelai gave him a sour look. "I hope you'll tone down your ego once we move to Seren, Lemo. If we're going to be together for the rest of our lives, I'd like for a few bad habits to eventually go away."
"So you've made up your mind, eh? That's good," Lemo said. He ignored what she had said but gave her an assuring nod regardless. "I've been thinking of an idea that would solve our transportation issue without the need to wait for the Dragonballs to be used again."
"How do you figure we get there? Would Goku be able to take us?" Cheelai asked.
"Kakarrot can't use instantaneous movement without a target," Vegeta interrupted. "It doesn't work if he's unfamiliar with the location."
"Figures," Cheelai said with a sigh. "So, what is your idea, Lemo?"
"Whis can take us," Lemo said. "He said it takes him a couple of hours to get there. So if he agrees to take us, we can take our time to draft a list of things to take with us while Broly learns a few helpful lessons on how to control his anger. So it's a win-win for everyone."
"Hate to burst your bubble," Bulma said, pursing her lips, "but Whis isn't someone who grants requests. You'd have to clear it up with Beerus first, and I doubt he's the kind of Destroyer who cooperates with mortals."
Lemo barked a laugh. "You underestimate my ability to satiate the palate of the gods, dear Bulma!"
Vegeta wanted no part of this and simply kept eating. Bulma and Cheelai looked at him nervously, however. "I know I wasn't here when you were cooking for this guy, but are you honestly going to stand there and make us believe you can curb the favor of a Destroyer God with food?"
Bulma had a look that agreed with her. "It's not that simple, though. Vegeta was extremely lucky Whis agreed to train him after eating that instant ramen," she said, to which Vegeta interjected with a smile, "It worked, didn't it?"
"That's not the point," Bulma said. "These are celestial beings who watch over us and decide what to do with the universe. Always bribing them with food like this feels weird after a while."
"I have to try something, don't I?" Lemo said. "Worst case is that they say no."
"Or Beerus destroys you for bothering him," Bulma quickly replied. Lemo gulped, going blue in the face. As much as it frightened him to face destruction, he pounded his chest, shaking it off. "No, I must do this! I'll risk destruction if I have to!" he cried.
Both Cheelai and Broly looked at him, putting him on the spot. Cheelai gave Bulla back to Bulma and stood up to face him, staring him dead in the eye. "You better hope this works, Lemo. Broly's going to be devastated if you don't come back."
She eyed Broly, who nodded in return. Lemo removed his toque, handing it to her. "Here. This toque has been with me since I was a lad. It is my solemn vow to you." He placed his hands on top of hers, closing them around it. "Please hold onto it until I return. If the worst should happen, at least you'll have that to remember me by."
"Geez, you make it sound so morbid," Cheelai said. She folded the toque in her hands. "But you have my word."
"Believe me when I say that my heart's pounding like crazy. I never thought I'd risk life and limb to please someone, much less a god. I've been working on something big all morning while cooking for you wonderful people. I pray it's enough," Lemo said. "If you'll excuse me."
Cheelai gripped the toque in her hand. Each person she has met throughout her life held something of sentimental value on them. With Broly, it was Ba's ear. With Bulma, she believed her children were what she valued most, if not all these gadgets and inventions. When she looked at Vegeta, she figured something related to him being a Saiyan mattered the most to him. While no longer with the locket, she realized Broly himself held more sentimental value to her than the locket did. Cheelai accepted this without hesitation, watching her Saiyan devour every piece of food in front of him. She ruffled his hair, kissing him on the cheek.
Lemo returned with a capsule in his hand, pocketing it. "Could you get a hold of Goku for me?" he asked Bulma.
"Sure."
Calling from her cell phone, she reached the Son residence. Lemo waited, drumming his fingers as Bulma conversed with the other end of the line. He paced back and forth, drumming faster along his arms.
"He should be here momentarily," Bulma told him after she hung up. Sure enough, Goku appeared. He sniffed the food in the air and looked taken aback by all the food that Vegeta and Broly had eaten.
"Ack! Had I known you'd be cooking breakfast, I would've come here!" he said to Lemo. Lemo shook his head, grinning. "Is this an admission that you enjoy my cooking more than that of your wife's?"
Goku waved his hands nervously, trying to defuse the situation he put himself in. "No! No, I would never say that about Chichi's cooking! Ever!"
Vegeta couldn't help but grin sadistically while Bulma and Cheelai both gave him a look, shaking their heads. "Thanks for putting me on the spot like that," Goku sighed, slumping his shoulders.
"Just messin' with ya, kiddo," Lemo said. He showed him the capsule from his pocket. "I need you to take me to Lord Beerus's domain. I got something that I believe will convince both he and Whis to take us to Planet Seren."
"Oh? What is it?" Goku asked, reaching for it. Lemo quickly put it back in his pocket. "That's none of your business. I just need you to take me there and back. Hopefully back if Beerus doesn't destroy me for coming in uninvited."
"Ah, I wouldn't worry about it too much!" Goku said, clapping Lemo hard on the back, lurching him forward. Lemo scoffed at him but smoothed his chef's outfit before composing himself. "Let's just get this over with," he whispered.
With a hand on Lemo's shoulder, Goku concentrated his energy with two fingers to his forehead, searching for Beerus's energy far away. Seconds later, the pair teleported away.
When they arrived on the inverted pyramid-shaped purple planet of Beerus and Whis's, Lemo watched in amazement at how otherworldly the place looked. The biggest tree he had ever seen took center stage on the surface, intertwined with a building of sorts. Crystal clear lakes lay before a forest where Beerus and Whis were seated, the Destroyer holding a fishing rod while the attendant sipped a cup of tea from a small table.
Lemo's eyes observed the whole area, marveling at everything seen before him. "So this is the domain of the God of Destruction, huh?" he wondered.
"Yeah. Whis! Lord Beerus!" Goku shouted at the pair. Beerus tilted his head, glaring at Goku.
"Keep it down! You're scaring the fish!" he told him, then stopped when his eyes met Lemo's. He laid his fishing rod to the side and hopped off the rock to casually approach them, hands behind his back. "I hope you have a good reason to bring him along, Goku."
"Forgive him, Lord Beerus. This visit was my idea," Lemo said, bowing deeply. "I have come with an offering that I believe would please you and a request if possible."
"A request?" Beerus said, raising an eyebrow. He paused to stare at Lemo, fixating those piercing yellow eyes like an executioner deciding his fate. Lemo's legs began shaking again, forcing him to shuffle his feet.
"What would this request be, by any chance?" Whis interjected, approaching the trio. "It must be of some importance if you've asked Goku here to bring you."
"Y-yes," Lemo said. He licked the inside of his mouth to keep it from going dry. He was an even bigger bundle of nerves than he was yesterday during the deities' impromptu visit. He fished the capsule out of his pocket and held it before them.
"I have made something brand new for the both of you," he said, swallowing. "I, um, spent all morning working on this with my team, and, um, I hope, um, you'll both like it."
He bowed low again, holding the capsule aloft as an offering. His hands shook, nearly dropping it.
Beerus remained quiet, watching Lemo. He then looked at the capsule before glancing at Whis. "Very well. Show me."
Lemo bowed again. "Yes, L-Lord Beerus!"
Activating it, he tossed it to the side where it conjured a cloud of smoke. From the smoke emerged a large box with a lever on the top. Lemo took the lever and twisted it, unlatching the box from the bottom so he could lift it, revealing a creation that left both Beerus and Whis bewildered as it slowly showed itself.
"Oh, what a beautiful creation!" Whis gushed. He peered at it from all angles. The creation was the biggest strawberry sundae they had ever seen. Ice cream that was at least a meter and a half tall, decorated with glazed strawberries, chocolate shavings, and wafers strategically placed to accentuate the aesthetic with chocolate syrup spiraled around from top to bottom.
"I have never seen so many strawberries before!" Beerus noted. He took a strawberry from the sundae and placed it in his mouth. His grin then widened. "It tastes even better than the last ones I ate!"
Conjuring two spoons, Whis gave Beerus one of them before the pair dug into the sundae. As they went through the ice cream, they looked stunned to see there was more to this sundae than just ice cream. "Look, Whis! What a clever way to disguise so many sweet goodies underneath! It's a veritable cornucopia of desserts, all pieced together!"
"This is the greatest labor of love I've ever tasted!" Whis said. Layers of fruit, cake, ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate, and so forth were stacked one after the other as Beerus and Whis ate until they reached the bottom.
Wiping the last remnants of cream around his mouth to suck it in from his finger, Beerus paused midway to stare at Lemo and Goku. His grin wasn't that of a threatening deity but more of a satisfied patron.
Lemo waited with his fingers crossed, eyes closed in anticipation for how this would all play out. He then felt a finger press against his forehead. Beerus was staring at him when he opened his eyes. "You have a rare talent, Chef Lemo. I'd love to have you stay and be my personal chef," Beerus said. Lemo wanted to faint.
He was so flabbergasted by the offer he couldn't form words in his mouth. Whis laid a hand on Beerus's shoulder to ease him off. "You're making the poor chef nervous, Lord Beerus. I believe he came with a request for us?"
"Alright, fine. I still would love nothing more than to have someone of his skill at my beck and call every day," Beerus said, giving Lemo some space.
"But then you'd never want to leave to destroy any planets if that were the case," Whis said, earning a glare from the Destroyer.
Lemo was still staring ahead like a deer in headlights. Goku waved his hand in front of his face before chuckling. "You definitely have a way with food, Lemo!" he said, slapping Lemo's back again to shove him forward.
Composing himself, he cleared his throat. "I thought about the logistics of traveling to Planet Seren, given how few options we have. It is why I humbly request your aid to take us there since you have the means to travel in such a short amount of time," Lemo explained. He anticipated the blowback from Beerus, but instead, he simply turned around and waved his hand. "That's fine. Whis, grant his request," he said.
"Of course, Lord Beerus. Your culinary creations have quite the effect on him if he's willing to grant your request without protest, Chef Lemo," Whis said to Lemo. "I trust you will need time to prepare for the trip?"
"Yes. Would you grant us a week?" Lemo asked.
"Certainly," said Whis.
"Hold on," Beerus said, turning back around. "I'll allow this on the condition that you cook for Whis and I during the trip. I can't afford to miss out on one last chance to taste perfection again."
Lemo beamed. There was that word again, singing in his ears.
Perfection.
"It would be an honor, Lord Beerus," Lemo said, bowing deeply again.
"Well, that's settled, then! See ya later!" Goku said, waving at them before taking Lemo back to Capsule Corporation.
"So everything went well?" Cheelai asked when she handed Lemo's toque back. He slid it back on his head. "My food is perfection to him! I can die happy ten times over!" Lemo said. He clapped his hands. "I have a lot of work cut out for me! We have one week to prepare everything for our trip to Seren! Let's not waste any time! Son Goku!"
He pointed to Goku. "Me?"
"Yes. I require livestock from your neck of the woods! You're a farmer, correct?" Lemo asked.
"Yeah! How'd ya know?"
"Your wife is quite the diligent one, praising your work ethic, despite how often you slack on it," Lemo said. Goku slumped his shoulders. "I can't help if I want to keep up with my training, though!"
"Feh! Excuses!" Lemo said, waving him off. "Off with ya! Chickens for eggs, and cows for milk! Got that?" Lemo barked. Goku stood at attention. "Y-yes, chef Lemo!"
Goku teleported away, leaving everyone else in a state of confusion.
"Lemo, what in the world has got into you?" Cheelai asked. "Chickens and Cows?"
"Among other things," Lemo told her. "Seeds for vegetables and fruit, grains for flour. You gotta keep note of this, ya hear? If I'm going to keep cooking for you and Broly, I gotta make sure I have all the necessary ingredients!" He began walking back into the kitchen. "I got a whole diagram for farmland I drafted while training these fine young chefs!"
"Huh," Cheelai said. Vegeta and Broly still ate, while the women were left speechless. Bulla finished another bottle of formula, handing it to Bulma, yet was left hanging.
Taking a seat next to Broly, she drummed her fingers on the table. "A week. Guess we'll make the most of it before we go, huh?"
Vegeta smirked. "A week will be enough to help train Broly on how to control his anger without the need for any sudden distractions," he said, glancing at the other Saiyan. Cheelai would've flat out dismissed the suggestion a few days ago but instead squeezed Broly's hand. "That's a good idea. Meanwhile, I can stay and spend some time with this darling," Cheelai said, approaching Bulla to wiggle her finger in front of the baby's nose, making her giggle. Bulla then let out a loud belch, which caused both women to laugh.
"You want to what?!" Bulma exclaimed when Lemo approached her and her father in their laboratory.
One day, out of the blue, Lemo walked in with the strangest of requests that left the pair both bewildered and concerned.
"You heard me," Lemo said. "You honestly think we can fit all those animals in one space for Whis to take us? We need some sort of large storage container that can be shrunk into a capsule."
Bulma pinched the bridge of her nose. "I swear part of me will be glad to finally see you leave."
"We've tried that experiment before," Dr. Briefs said, alleviating his daughter's stress. "I can't say it was met with rousing success, however."
"The physics of Capsule technology are meant for non-organic objects," Bulma explained. "Nothing is beyond our technology to store into capsules, but living matter carried too many risks. We saw first-hand what it did, and it's not pretty."
"So what, does it kill them?" Lemo asked.
"More like psychological damage," Bulma replied. "I don't know what the space inside a capsule is like, but the disorienting feeling it leaves is too much for the brain to handle."
Lemo paused, rubbing his temple. "One animal going loopy is bad enough. I can't imagine what a herd of them would do, all cooped up together in a strange place."
"There's also the lack of oxygen to factor," Dr. Briefs added. "With no atmosphere to breathe, long-term exposure would be devastating on them physically."
Lemo sighed, pacing back and forth in the room. "Strange world, no air to breathe, the possibility of insanity. Yep, that sure sounds like a recipe for disaster."
"So you understand the dilemma you're putting yourself in with your request?" Bulma asked humbly. Lemo held up a finger, pondering. "I ain't got this licked yet, Dr. Bulma. There's a solution at the tip of my nose. I just need to think this through," he said.
"Well, go think somewhere else so we can get back to work," Bulma told him. In her not-so-great moments, Bulma can come across as quite irritable to those around her.
Lemo then snapped his fingers. "Of course! That would make sense!"
"What would?" Bulma asked coldly. She was ready to kick him out of the lab.
"Stasis! Have them take a nice long nap, so they're safe and secure while on the way there. Then, when they wake up, they won't know what happened and will roam around like they usually do!"
Bulma was ready to roll her eyes at him, but she stopped to consider the suggestion. "Well, we have stored dead bodies in capsules before, preserving them so they wouldn't decay. I suppose the same effect would occur on the living if they were in a state of hibernation."
"You scientists always love taking big risks, right?" Lemo said.
Dr. Briefs scratched his facial scruff as he puffed at one of his cigarettes. "He might be onto something," he said. "I suppose we could conduct a test to see whether this will work or not."
"Please do," Lemo said. "It's the least I could ask."
As the science experiment went on, Broly was hard at work on controlling his anger. The training he endured was day in and day out, with very few breaks in between. It left Cheelai slightly annoyed that Broly was taken advantage of for all this training, but the results naturally showed themselves by the third day.
Broly finally channeled his great ape power without hesitation. He examined his hands, remarking how he could see them clearly. Vegeta and Goku were completely visible this time, no longer the strange silhouettes they once were when he first fought them.
"I'm glad you made it this far in such a short amount of time," Goku said. "I gotta know how good you'll be in a fight now!"
"Agreed. We need to know for certain how better you fare in combat when in control of your anger," Vegeta said. They then left the gravity room.
The battlefield they chose was the arctic landscape of their first fight. Whis had restored the area with his staff, leaving it as unblemished as it was before.
"Alright, Broly," Goku said, brandishing a fighting stance. "I'll lead off this time."
Broly amped his power until he broke through his barrier to shift into his great ape power. His eyes changed from black to yellow, and his power billowed into a green aura that shimmered around him before leveling off, leaving the Saiyan standing before them with a calm expression.
Goku then transformed into his Super Saiyan 2 form, ready to engage. He launched from the ground first to engage Broly, ready with his fist to collide against Goku's.
Their fight transgressed the landscape, with Goku keeping up with Broly's incredible power. He could still see Goku for the most part, but after some time, his vision started to blur as the well intensified his aggression. His punches had more power to them, forcing Goku to block and dodge more often until he transformed into Super Saiyan Blue to compensate.
"Broly, slow it down, will ya?" Goku said, catching Broly's fist in his hands. He didn't fight back, allowing Broly to regain some sense of his surroundings. Once the blurring ceased, he looked at Goku's blue hair and backed away.
"Sorry. It was going fuzzy again," Broly said.
"Don't worry about it," Goku said, waving him off. "I can tell you're way better at controlling your power now. We still have plenty of time before you have to leave."
It was reassuring to Broly to hear these words coming out of his new Saiyan companions. The last couple of days balancing training with spending time with Cheelai made up for a lot of the torment he endured while on Vampa with his father. It was almost enough to make him completely forget the collar that was like a noose around his neck.
When they rejoined Vegeta, Broly wasn't sure what the Saiyan's face said, whether he was satisfied with his progress or not.
"I still have trouble," Broly told him. "If I were to fight Freeza again, I don't know if I can control myself long enough to defeat him."
"Tch. You don't have the luxury of worrying," Vegeta said. He shifted into a fighting stance. "Your opponent is me, now."
Before Broly could process what was happening, Vegeta launched himself to strike. Broly brought his arms up to defend himself just long enough for the blow to send him sliding back along the arctic surface.
"A Saiyan prepares for all battles, including the unexpected ones!" Vegeta shouted as they battled above. "You can't simply control your excited state standing still! Controlling it while fighting your opponent is what you need to work on the most!"
Broly felt pushed back to where the well responded, feeding him power until his eyes changed back to yellow. Vegeta grinned at the power shift, compensating by transforming into his Super Saiyan state.
Those words echoed much of what his father had said while they trained on Vampa, though to a certain extent before the remote came out and he was shocked to submission. But, this time, nothing was needed to restrain him. He was free of that cumbersome device.
The battle escalated his emotional stability until the fuzziness returned. The blurred sight of Vegeta forcing him back with blow after blow was reaching a critical stage where the blurriness was nearly encapsulating him completely, leaving that shadowy silhouette that urged him to destroy it.
If Vegeta had said anything at this point, Broly wasn't sure he heard any of it. There were muffled noises, yet occasionally there were times when he could still clearly hear people talking. His anger had not left him completely devoid of his senses. Often it amplified them so much that it would trigger instinctual responses, like a frightened animal fighting to survive.
"…fighting and killing!" was all Broly could make out before he grabbed Vegeta's ankle to slam him face-first into the tundra. He moved to toss him again, but not before he was shot several times with consecutive energy blasts, forcing him to release his grip. The blurred vision of Vegeta was still there, but the blasts managed to clear it up, showing more detail.
"You're becoming more aware of yourself in your excitement," Vegeta said, ready to continue. Before Broly could respond, a voice rang in his head.
Broly!
It was Cheelai's voice.
"Cheelai," breathed the hulking Saiyan. The blurred sight of Vegeta cleared completely, yet his anger was still there. It was the kind of anger that responded to the urgent need to fight as all Saiyans would be inclined to boast about. This level of anger was manageable now.
Examining his hands, the power of the well was still open, yet it was not as overflowing or gushing as it once was. Instead, Cheelai's soothing voice and presence had laid a layer around it, the sort of layer that could contain the power without it leaking unnecessarily.
He closed his eyes, immersing himself in the world where the well was located, deep in the recesses of his subconscious mind. He stood before it, staring into the void beyond its gaping maw. On the other side of the opening stood a version of himself twice his size with muscles bulging, ready to burst. His alternate version was equally calm, eyes open without pupils. The sight of this intense gaze was unsettling for anyone not used to it. Cheelai had seen those eyes of his when he was in that form, yet she never ran from it. She embraced him as he was, at his most powerful and not once expressed doubt or apprehension. She accepted his frightful power in his angered state, whereas his father would've used it as a tool in his quest for revenge.
The lid of the well lay close by on the ground. Broly bent to grab it, but not before his alternate stomped his foot down, holding it in place. Broly stared at him.
"My power is your power," he told Broly. "My anger is your anger. Use me."
Broly ignored him for the moment to grab the lid. The alternate stepped off, allowing Broly to lift it to place it back on the opening to the well, closing it.
"I am not ready for you yet," Broly said. "You are the anger Father pushed to fight those of my kind. Vegeta and Kakarrot are not my enemies. I do not wish to fight them as I would fight Freeza or anyone who wants to hurt the people I care about. I am not afraid of you, but I am not ready to use you."
Broly turned to walk away, not saying another word or acknowledging that hulking Super Saiyan form of his. He wanted nothing more than to be assured of his state of mind before he would ever want that kind of power without jeopardizing anyone.
When he opened his eyes to his conscious self, he could sense that Vegeta's power was back to normal. Goku rejoined with them with an eager grin on his face.
"Ya look more sure of yourself," Goku said.
Broly grinned with a nod. "I am certain of my power now. While I am not ready to fight as a Super Saiyan like you and Vegeta, I do wish to continue my training with what I have discovered."
Vegeta smirked. "Very well. We'll resume tomorrow at this location."
Broly agreed. This new style of training without punishment was a breath of fresh air for him. But now, he wanted to spend time with Cheelai. He was eager to tell her everything about how well his training has gone.
The remaining week for Broly was a balance of time spent training with Goku and Vegeta and time spent with Cheelai, along with a healthy dose of Lemo's delicious cooking. Each meal had the Saiyan regale his friends talking about his training while somewhat competing with the other Saiyans on who could eat the most. Goku was surprised to see how much Broly was able to pack away, wondering if he was slowing down in his age when it involved eating.
Lemo's impromptu experiment with storing live creatures in capsules while they were in hibernation was met with resounding success, much to Bulma's chagrin. She vowed never to conduct such experiments ever again and hoped that this was the one and only time she'd ever privy herself to this level of scientific perversion.
Broly was allowed to relax and spend time with Cheelai for the day before they left. Vegeta was satisfied that Broly had progressed enough to handle training independently while living on Planet Seren. Of course, he'd have to ask Goku to take him there on occasion to keep up to date on his training, but something in the back of his mind told him that it might be a while before the two would ever see each other again. The thought of training frequently with Beerus and Whis again weighed on his mind. If he were ever going to have a proper fight against Broly in the future, he'd need to be ready for it.
The chefs of Capsule Corporation gifted Lemo with a new set of knives, sharpened to his likeness. After a tender moment of joyful weeping, Lemo did thank them properly, confident that they have learned everything he could teach them.
Metro West had progressed on their repairs, replacing the demolished building with new ones. The injured recovered and returned to their day-to-day lives without losing their step, eager to forget what had happened. However, they never forgot their gratitude to those who helped them and thanked Bulma and Capsule Corporation implicitly for their generosity.
Families gathered together one last time before Broly, Lemo, and Cheelai were ready to leave. Bulla and Pan had their fill of playtime by using Broly as a climbing jungle, hanging and swinging off his beefy arms while giggling, encouraging a round of laughter from those around him.
Piccolo gifted Broly with new clothes, leaving Ba's ear tied around his waist. His outfit now had the look of Goku's, only without an undershirt. Cheelai had her fill with shopping trips with Bulma, Mrs. Briefs, and Videl, buying enough clothes for the three of them to last the rest of their lives. Everything was packed into capsules that were placed in a box with Cheelai's name on it.
Capsule cases were assembled for Lemo as well. One case had the hibernating animals resting comfortably for the short trip, while another case had items Lemo would need. The remainder included two houses, one for Broly and Cheelai, and the other for Lemo, a greenhouse for his vegetables and a barn for the animals, tools, building materials, and a new spaceship for interplanetary travel should they desire to visit other worlds at some point. The final item was a gravity room for Broly to continue his training.
Bulma had included a few extra things on top of the items on Lemo's list. Food to last them long enough until Lemo's crops were fully grown, and ingredients to help Lemo cook in the meantime. There was also a medical building that Lemo could use to treat injuries or illnesses. There was also a communications array so they could keep in touch with each other. Bulma and Dr. Briefs factored how intense those electromagnetic storms must be and placed their hopes in the array that it would be strong enough to send a signal.
On the day of their departure, Beerus and Whis arrived with a large box suitable for multiple people to travel in. The group recognized it as the same traveling box Whis used to transport Goku's group to a remote planet that was secretly one of the colossal-sized Super Dragonballs.
"I guess this is goodbye, everyone," Lemo said, acknowledging Goku and the others. He bowed deeply. "Words cannot express the gratitude I have for everyone here. You've shown me nothing but kindness and generosity throughout our stay."
Goku extended his hand to Broly. "I had a great time training, Broly. We'll meet again someday and have a proper fight. I can't wait to see how much better you'll get!"
Broly nodded, taking Goku's hand. "I am eager to see you again sometime, Kakarrot."
He glanced over at Vegeta as the Saiyan leaned against a wall, waving at him with only two fingers. He returned the gesture with an "OK" sign from his hand.
Bulma, keeping her emotions in check, had her lab coat pulled by Trunks's hand. "Hey, mom, shouldn't we take a picture of them before they go?"
Bulma looked over Broly to see that neither Beerus nor Whis looked remotely impatient. She retrieved her phone, aiming it at the trio.
"Alright, you three, get in close together!" she instructed. Cheelai opted to sit on Broly's forearm while wrapping one arm around Broly while showing her "OK" gesture. Lemo knelt in front, flashing a victory "V" sign for the camera.
"At the count of three, everyone say: 'cheese!'" Bulma called. Seconds later, the camera flashed, taking a clear photo, which she showed them.
Cheelai looked at it fondly while Lemo nudged Broly. "We look really great together, don't we?" he boasted.
Cheelai then gave Bulma a hug. "Thank you, Bulma, for everything. I will do something for you in return, I promise!"
Bulma laughed it off. "You don't need to work yourself over it, Cheelai. I'm glad I got to meet you all. Just make sure to tell me everything about Planet Seren once you've settled in, alright?"
"You got it!" Cheelai said.
The group waved as the trio walked with the cases to Beerus and Whis. Beerus cocked an eyebrow as they approached.
"I hope you didn't forget our arrangement, Chef Lemo," Beerus told them as Lemo paused. He fished a capsule out of his pocket, tossing it to Beerus. "Don't ya worry, Big Cat, I got ya covered!"
"'Big Cat?'" Beerus muttered, blinking. Whis chuckled behind his hand before opening a doorway for the three to step through. Beerus grunted a sigh before following behind.
"We're packing light, I see," Whis noted, observing the cases Lemo lay on the floor.
"Everything we need is packed into capsules," Lemo told him.
Whis took a moment to take the capsule Lemo handed to Beerus out of the Destroyer's hand before he could protest. "Fascinating technology Miss Bulma has invented with her father! It never ceases to amaze me the scientific achievement of placing large objects in such small capsules."
He activated the capsule, tossing it before them. The smoke cleared to reveal a banquet-style table with all the dishes Lemo had cooked for them before, along with a few added dishes to satiate their palate.
"Ohh! I love it!" Whis gushed. Beerus's toothy grin widened from ear to ear. "This is the feast I was expecting, and you never cease to disappoint," he said to Lemo.
When the traveling box left Earth, Vegeta approached Goku, who was still watching the box exit the planet's atmosphere. The two Saiyans then stood alone.
"Still crazy to think there's another Saiyan out there who's really strong, huh?" Goku said. Vegeta could only smirk. "Tch. It only means I have to double my training to keep up with not only you but Broly. I have another Saiyan I need to surpass, now."
Goku chuckled. "You betcha! I can't waste time knowing that there's another strong guy out there! And here I thought Jiren was the strongest guy I ever fought!"
Vegeta frowned, immediately taking offense. "Are you implying that I'm no longer a challenge to you, Kakarrot?"
"Eh? No!" Goku protested, holding his hands up. He could sense the air of intimidation coming off in waves from Vegeta. "You're still one heck of a guy I gotta keep up with!"
Vegeta scoffed, grabbing Goku by the arm to pull him. "I'll prove to you I'm above both Jiren and Broly!"
Bulma rolled her eyes at the two Saiyans as they passed by. She glanced at the picture she took of Broly, Cheelai, and Lemo with a grin on her face before staring up at the sky. "Good luck out there. I hope we'll meet each other again someday."
"You needed to see me, sir?" Jaco said as he stood before Chief Krill in his office. The look on the Chief's face was even grimmer than before. He expected Abbalo to be present in the room, yet it was just him and the Chief with a long staredown before the older-looking gentleman spoke.
"Orders from the Galactic King himself," Krill said, sliding a file to Jaco. "You're relieved from my supervision to report back to the King directly. Abbalo's training is complete, and she'll be assigned to her first squadron, but it won't be for this upcoming mission."
"Oh? Is it that serious?" Jaco asked.
"Very."
Jaco opened the file. If his skin were any paler, he'd no longer be blue but pure white. A single name with a photograph of the individual underneath sent a chill through Jaco, unlike anything he had ever felt before. The abject terror of navigating an asteroid field was nothing to the sight of the figure in the photograph. He gulped as he slid the pages back and closed the file.
"Agent Merus is leading a squadron as we speak to Planet Earth," Krill informed him. "We're on standby until he returns with the creature called Buu, along with a couple of acquaintances you've met before. Whether they agree to cooperate with us or not is irrelevant. They will be needed for this mission."
"Understood, sir," Jaco said.
"This will be the last time you'll be in this office, Jaco, but I gotta say you've been a valuable asset under my supervision to bring our bright young recruit into the fold," Krill said.
Jaco saluted him. "It has been an honor, sir!"
"Dismissed."
When Jaco exited the office, Abbalo was standing by the doors as they slid shut behind Jaco. He belted a yelp when he spotted her out of the corner of his eye. "Abbalo! How in blazes do you do that?!"
"Do what, Mister Jaco?"
"N-Nevermind," Jaco said, clutching the file to his chest.
"I've been briefed on what's been going on. This coming mission is looking pretty serious, huh?" Abbalo wondered.
"More dangerous than you could possibly realize if Agent Merus has been dispatched," Jaco said as they both walked back to his quarters. "I am glad they have not decided to involve you in such a mission."
Abbalo's cheerful disposition never wavered, even at the knowledge of what is to come. "Oh, I understand my obligation to the Galactic Patrol is not quite to the level of such elite assignments. But I will still do my part here to aid those I can. So don't worry, I'll be cheering you, Agent Merus, and everyone else on from here, Mister Jaco!"
When they stopped before Jaco's door, Abbalo gave him a deep bow. "Thank you for taking me under your wing, Mister Jaco! I have learned so much from you!"
When she straightened, Jaco could see tears flowing down her face. "Uh, p-please don't cry, Miss Abbalo! It's unprofessional for a Galactic Patrol officer!"
Abbalo chuckled, wiping her face. "Sorry, Mister Jaco. You should've seen me at the graduation ceremony."
Another quick bow. "I hope we'll work together again someday, Mister Jaco! Maybe as partners instead of teacher and student."
"I might consider it, Miss Abbalo," Jaco said. He then asserted his victory pose, which she was able to replicate with perfect accuracy. "Let no one ever say that they doubted the great Jaco's ability to inject new blood into the pride of the Galactic Patrol!"
"I can see how inspiring this pose is, Mister Jaco!" Abbalo said. Jaco had to turn his head away when he noticed how accentuated Abbalo's curvature was while mimicking his pose.
Clearing his throat, he pointed inside his quarters. "I shall need time to prepare myself mentally for this daunting task at hand, Miss Abbalo. Once again, it is an honor to have you onboard."
Abbalo turned to leave, but not without spinning to face him one last time. "Did I ever tell you about my big dream, Mister Jaco?"
Jaco froze mid-step, glancing behind him. "Big dream?"
"Mm! Something I'd love to do someday, but they wouldn't allow it here at Headquarters," she said. She was ready to burst with excitement at the prospect of sharing her dream with one of her idols. Jaco lowered his leg and casually turned to face her. "I suppose I can indulge. What is your big dream?" he asked.
"MOTORCYCLES!" Abbalo yelled, pumping her fists, eyes wide with wonder. Jaco nearly fell on his rear. "I always wanted to ride a motorcycle!"
"I, I see," Jaco said, composing himself. He leered at her. "You don't strike me as the kind of person daring enough to ride such a dangerous vehicle."
Abbalo mimed herself riding a motorcycle. "There's a thrill behind riding them like you wouldn't believe, Mister Jaco! The roar of the engine, the vibration that courses through your body, the feeling of coasting across the land at blinding speeds is the rush of adrenaline I crave! I'd love nothing more than to find a planet where I could chase down bad guys on a motorcycle and apprehend them!"
Jaco gulped again. Maybe spending less time with this fiery new recruit would be for the best in the immediate future. There were more pressing matters to attend to, after all.
"I understand, Miss Abbalo. I hope you achieve your dream someday!" he said in his most assertive voice, even if it wasn't much.
"Thank you, Mister Jaco! Good luck with this coming mission!" Abbalo said before saluting him.
Jaco tossed the file on his desk. The picture of the criminal who escaped from their state-of-the-art prison facility loomed with those dangerous, ancient eyes framed by horns and a long flowing white beard. Jaco regarded the name "Moro" on the label with dread. Of all the coming assignments to fall on the lap of the Galactic Patrol, this was the one he never would've imagined he'd see, much less build the willpower to encounter.
Epilogue – Five Years Later
"How many times do I gotta tell you two to get off the damn roof?" Lemo yelled. The two boys, identical twins, had all the features of their mother, Cheelai. Named Bok and Choi, they fought again until their brawl brought them to the barn roof, disrupting a few of the cows grazing the field in their enclosure. The energy they gave off in bursts caused quite a stir among the farm animals. Cows mooed, chickens clucked, and the bull alone in his enclosure stared daggers at the twins, waiting for that one moment they'd slip and stumble into his territory.
After Lemo soothed the animals down, he aided one of the calves to latch onto its mother. He stared at the twins, who stopped to jump back down before him.
"Bok started it," Choi said, pointing at him. Lemo could see blood trickling from Bok's nose, slightly ajar from what looked to be a solid punch from his brother. He breathed a heavy sigh.
"Your mother's going to give you hell if she sees your nose like that, Bok," Lemo said. The boys, aged four, had their fair share of scuffles over the smallest of disagreements. Lemo did all he could to deter them from taking their disagreements to the corral so they wouldn't disturb the livestock, yet he often found them chasing chickens around or riding one of the cows, making faces at the bull not too far off.
"Choi's the one who stole something from Mom's room," Bok said. "Did not!" Choi fired back.
"Cut it out, both of you!" Lemo shouted. Another heavy sigh. "I'll fetch your dad if I have to. I mean it!"
That shut them both up, freezing them in place. Lemo had seen how often their energetic nature tested the limits of the Saiyan's anger, yet it hasn't surprised him to see how spirited these Saiyan hybrids were. They had their mother's enthusiasm and energy, for goodness sake.
He had noticed that Choi was the more mischievous of the two, often caught taking things from their parents' room without asking. Cheelai had been a huge help with keeping these two in check, but with the soon-to-be arrival of a new addition to their family coming in the next couple of months, the task had been falling more at Lemo's feet to keep these two in line to not disturb her so much.
He patted the cow's neck, urging her to move on while leading her calf. He knelt to dust off the twins' clothes after they had been fighting and wrestling so much. "I want you two in that bathtub tonight, got it?"
"Yes, Uncle Lemo," said Choi sheepishly, looking away. Bok nodded his agreement.
"Lemme check your nose," Lemo said, kneeling forward. He felt the bridge of the boy's nose and nodded. "Alright, it ain't that bad. You're made of tougher stuff, that's for sure."
"I know we are," Choi said. "We're strong Saiyans like dad!"
Lemo grinned. He shooed them away. "Can't deny that. Off you go. And return what you took from your mother and apologize to her, got it?!"
"Yes, Uncle Lemo!" Choi shouted back as they hurried to their house.
Planet Seren was everything Lemo had hoped for; only many of the sights exceeded his expectations. The vegetation of the landscape and fertile soil had produced fast, healthy crops, unlike anything he had ever seen before. Their quality exceeded that of Earth's by a wide margin and would've made those Earthlings envious. Whis was right all along about how sacred this land was. The animals he brought with him improved their overall health, eventually producing quality food for him to work with.
The animals indigenous to Seren weren't too far different from Earth's, except for rare species of birds and mammals with extra appendages. For example, boars with six legs roamed in colorful forests with leaves that shimmered in the moonlight.
It was nearly a full year since their arrival on Seren that Cheelai gave birth to Bok and Choi. Her dream of finally becoming a mother and raising a family came true. She owed her gratitude not only to those who were with her but to the matron who had cared for her back then on Midori before she left.
The sight of tails on the boys alarmed Broly after he had noticed that Seren had its own moon circling the planet. He remembered what the light of a moon did to a Saiyan with a tail after his father explained it to him, removing his tail after considerable trouble had been endured after a few of Broly's transformations. He did not wish the same fate for Seren should the twins ever look at the full moon and asked that their tails be removed permanently.
After the boys were inside the house, Broly eventually returned with fish in his hands. Large-sized fish were dragged along the grass behind him while his body was still dripping wet from swimming in the river. Gone was Ba's ear, cleaned and converted to a blanket for the boys when they were still infants sleeping in the same crib. Lemo eventually split the ear into two to fashion accessories for the boys at their request once they were old enough to wear them comfortably.
"Good haul there, Broly!" Lemo shouted, taking his work gloves off. He counted at least half a dozen fish behind the Saiyan.
"We were fortunate to see that river when we explored the planet," Broly said, pointing behind him. "The fish swimming there are excellent to catch."
One other thing Lemo took note of was that Broly's speech had improved considerably. He was more outspoken, able to converse with better words, and had nothing but praise for his sons. Despite their age, they were still natural prodigies in fighting, a clear indication of the Saiyan DNA inherited from their father. Lemo could only wonder now whether they had Broly's temper or not. He hoped his anger at least had not passed down.
"Just bring those suckers to the back, and I'll get started on cleaning them," Lemo requested. He looked past Broly to see someone appearing in the middle of the field. "Well, I'll be…!"
Broly blinked, confused, but turned to see what Lemo was staring at. They both acknowledged the man in the field waving at them.
"Whew! Wasn't sure if I could teleport here or not with all that activity around in space, but I'm glad I got here!" he said. Lemo grinned.
"Well, howdy there!" he said. "It's good to finally see ya again, Goku!"
Goku grinned, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, you know!"
"Hello, Kakarrot," Broly said, waving at him.
"Yeah! Wow, look at this place! You guys sure set up a nice area to live in!" Goku said, gushing at the houses and farmland. "This looks so much like where I live!"
"All of this wouldn't be possible without Bulma's help, you know," Lemo said. He nodded at Goku's gi. "Your get-up looks different."
"Oh, this?" Goku said, pulling at his blue gi top. "Been taking it easy now that we don't have many big threats on Earth as we did before! I got a lot to catch up on with you guys. Had a lot of great fights with a lot of strong guys! I can't wait to tell ya all about it!"
"A lot, huh?" Lemo said, raising an eyebrow. "I got a sneaking suspicion you didn't forget about my cooking, huh? But I know you're probably here to get in some fighting with Broly here, so make sure you don't go tearing the planet apart, got it! Beerus would catch me hell if he found out."
Goku laughed. "Well, now that ya mention it, I'd love to stay for a bite to eat!" He glanced over at the house to see two pairs of eyes staring at him, only to duck out of sight immediately after. "Huh? Who're the pint-sized Cheelais?"
"My sons. Bok, and Choi," Broly told him. Goku was taken aback. "Eh? No way! You became a daddy, too? That's awesome!"
"They're a handful, though," Lemo said, leaning against one of the fenced enclosures. "Don't go getting any bright ideas trying to goad them into fighting you, however. I'll never hear the end of it with them asking to fight the strange Saiyan man from Earth over and over again."
"We're expecting another soon," Broly said. "I'm looking forward to it."
"Well, let's get started on those fish, then," Lemo said, waving Broly ahead. Goku waited patiently as he sat on the ground while Lemo went to work until he had everything cut and portioned, ready to be stored away. Goku then hopped to his feet, taking to the air. "So got a great place we could spar, Broly?"
"And not clear it up with his pregnant wife, first?" came Cheelai's voice from the back door. Goku froze before landing back down, pleading with his hands together.
"Sorry! I should've said my greetings to you too, Cheelai!" he said with a bow. Cheelai smirked, but not before she gave him a look. Her hair had grown since he last saw her, now past her shoulders. She had a bathrobe tied around her with a noticeable baby bump that she casually stroked with her hands. She then let out a gasp.
"Broly! I felt a kick! Touch here," she said gleefully. She brought his hand to her bump, and he waited until his eyes lit up once something bumped against his hand through her belly. "Looks like we'll be getting another eager fighter like the boys."
"Congratulations!" Goku said. He leaned forward, staring at the baby bump. "I betcha you're gonna be as strong as your papa someday, huh?"
Broly kissed Cheelai on the top of her head. "I will be careful with Kakarrot," he told her. She stroked his cheek. "Don't stay out too long, or you'll get the boys too curious and want to join in."
"We'll be careful," Broly said. They then departed to the sky. As they flew, Goku took in the sights of Seren below.
"Whis sure picked a great planet for you guys," Goku said. "I'm kinda jealous."
"It's been good for me and my ability to control my anger," Broly said. The calm nature of Broly's facial features was quite noticeable, according to Goku, who remarked with a confident smile on his face.
"I'm excited to see how much you've improved since we last saw each other. I got a lot of new tricks I'd love to try against you. Have you been able to control yourself as a Super Saiyan yet?"
Broly shook his head, however. Goku had not expected Broly's answer to be no. "I have had no need to transform. I have been content training my power without the need to do so. Helping the boys train and learn how to fight has taken a lot of my time lately. But I am not complaining."
Goku nodded. "Yeah. I've been busy training someone myself. He's way stronger than he looks, which is why I want to bring out that power of his so I can have a proper fight with him. I've had my eye on him for a while. Meeting him for the first time and testing his power left me excited to see how much he can improve. He's going to be a great rival for a lot of us, I know it!" He couldn't contain his excitement. "I've never been happier to be alive than I am now!"
Broly chuckled under his breath. Then, when he saw a clearing ahead, he descended.
Goku landed and began to stretch. "You're not worried we might rough up the landscape a bit?" he asked.
"I'm able to control enough of my power that it won't be a problem," Broly said. "Although I am not certain what the outcome of this fight is going to be like."
"Good enough for me!" Goku said, hopping to his feet, ready to go. He stood in his favored fighting stance, hand at the ready to land the first blow. Broly was ready with his fighting stance as well, nodding. "Whenever you're ready, Kakarrot."
They flew to each other, fists ready to connect.
The End
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