Summary: Somehow, Broly had ended up in a desert (being the first time he saw one and it seemed relaxing ... but also bothered by the intense heat) very badly injured, after receiving that punch in the abdomen-. .. Well, that did not matter at the moment, because now there was not much time left before his conscience was claimed by the dream world at the loss of blood from his wound ... Luckily there is always someone willing to help.
Disclaimer: I do not own the anime / manga of 'DBZ' or 'Fallout New Vegas' and the other games in the series, and the only thing I own is this alternative / side story that I have written for fun.
The Misadventures of Broly
Chapter 1: Desert
"Speaking"
"Thinking"
"KameHameHa" Attacks / Ki/ Ability / Technique
Monsters / Bad People / Villains Speaking
Monsters / Bad People / Villains Thinking
Reading / News / Intercoms
[Fallout universe]
War ... War never changes.
When atomic fire swept through the earth, those who survived did so in underground shelters.
When its inhabitants were opened they set out towards the ruins of the old world to create new societies, establishing towns and forming tribes.
what had been the American Southwest, united under the banner of the New Republic of California, was consecrated to the values of democracy and the law of the old world.
The explorers went searching for land and riches in the Mojave Desert ... On their return they said they had discovered a city that had not succumbed to nuclear warheads and that there was a wall along the Colorado River.
The RNC mobilized its army and sent it east to occupy the Hoover Dam, and make it work again ...
But on the other side of the Colorado River another society had emerged with a different flag, after the conquest of 86 tribes created a vast army of slaves ... The Legion of Cesar.
The Republic has spent four years fighting to conserve the prey before the attack of the Legion, the Legion does not retreat.
On the other side, forces are accumulating, bonfires burn and the drums of training sound.
The New Vegas Strip has been kept operational under the control of its mysterious supervisor, Mr. House and his army of tribes, and police robots.
You're a courier hired by the Mojave Express to deliver a package on the New Vegas Strip ... What seemed like a simple job has turned into your worst nightmares.
Present Time
At Goodsprings Cemetery, a pair of green eyes slowly widened as consciousness slowly began to regain. But this only brought him intense pain in most of his body as a result of the beating that a certain group of cowards did to steal his platinum token.
"You have what you were looking for, so pay."
With a groan of pain, the green-eyed young woman rose from her lying position with considerable difficulty due to her hands being tied, but she managed to get on her knees anyway and slyly began to try to untie her hands to have a chance to at least fight for his life in the face of bullies.
"To be done, chest ... buddy."
That voice! She knew that voice, it belonged to the damn bastard who stole the important package that he had to deliver urgently on the New Vegas Strip, so he immediately stopped what he was doing and instead began to look with hatred at the types in front of you.
"Don't you know who is waking up around here?"
The woman's gaze darkened as her long brown hair fell over her green eyes making her look quite terrifying, as the man who had asked a certain question wisely backed away at the slim chance that the messenger would jump on and start scratching or biting him because she still remembers that it was a damn challenge to catch her.
"Time to do-"
{KABOOM!}
The blast sent the plaid suit guy and his goons off balance where they almost fell face-first to the ground, but somehow managed to stay on their feet. While, the green-eyed girl took advantage of this moment to escape from these thieves or rather she tried because she did not even get up when ...
...
{BANG!}
The blonde haired woman widened her eyes the instant the bullet embedded itself in some part of her skull, but not a second later her body fell coldly to the ground and her consciousness faded into darkness again.
"It's a shame ... she was a very attractive woman." The guy in the plaid suit said with a 'sad' expression, but actually her thoughts were darker and more wicked.
Obviously the bullies cursed at what was happening and one of them decided to let out a bit of his anger with the guy who hired them for this job.
"Damn it, Benny! Didn't you see what just happened !?" One of the thugs demanded aloud, while at the same time his gaze went from his boss to the place where the explosion site had been and he was undoubtedly quite scared.
The guy now known as 'Benny' made a frown on his face at the screams of the thug he hired, even the idea of killing him along with the other idiots seemed quite attractive, but he decided to put it aside ... For now.
"Yes, I saw it ... We'd better get out of here before something happens, even weirder." Benny commented with an annoyed tone, so that they then turned around and left the place leaving the 'lifeless' body of the Courier Number Six.
Without a doubt this explosion shook all Goodsprings and its surroundings alerting all its inhabitants. Meanwhile, the woman with green eyes and blonde hair was miraculously alive, but not for long because that shot was fatal, although suddenly the metallic silhouette of a robot quickly entered the scene to save the young woman's life.
At The Same Time
A large silhouette slowly emerged from a deep crater, which was very recent, as the scorched earth was an obvious indication of what happened there.
"... AHHHH!" The man let out a rather primitive roar that released several of his emotions such as: Frustration, anger and pain over his recent defeat against an opponent.
The guy's turquoise eyes scanned around him for the person who had punched a fist-sized hole in his abdomen. Although remembering his injury caused her to let out a grunt of pain, so she quickly rested her right hand on that spot in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
"Shit!" The turquoise-eyed man cursed with a grimace, as resting his hand on his wound only worsened his pain along with the fact that his vision began to blur a bit at this.
The guy's strange golden hair flickered like a bulb or flashlight about to burn out, trying to return to its original color and state, this being black. But anyway, a man like him started walking north, since he had felt something that slightly caught his attention.
"At ... the end ... I'm ... free ..." The golden-haired man muttered with a strange feeling of joy that he had never felt in his life ... Until now, so he took a moment to admire the cold and lonely night of this world which he had never had the opportunity to do in his '30' years.
The guy's turquoise eyes and golden hair suddenly turned black as his gaze found a small town somewhat far away to arrive in his condition. Although this only showed how bad his body was, as he suddenly fell coldly to the ground without strength to try to get up again.
"Ka ... ka ... Kakaro-"
The spiky black-haired man tried to whisper the name of something or someone, but he never completed it because his coal-dark eyes slowly closed claiming his consciousness to the dream world. Although unknowingly a female figure with a dog arrived in time to help the badly injured man bathed in his own blood.
Three Days Later
A pair of coal-dark eyes snapped open at the annoying sound of what was above him, but quickly closed them again at the annoying light that blinded him for a couple of seconds.
"Wow, wow, stop there boy!" A male voice exclaimed in despair.
The young man with spiky black hair stopped his attempt to get up from the stretcher he was on when he heard that last word from the unknown person, he even temporarily ignored the intense pain of his wound.
"Guy?" The black-eyed boy wondered quite confused by the way they were directed towards him, without a doubt it had caught him off guard and instead of him he focused his gaze on the old man.
The old doctor was in conflict as to whether he should sedate him or not, because at this rate it is possible that the stitches in his abdomen would open up if he kept moving that way.
"You've managed to wake up, but you still can't move like that." The old man commented in a serious tone, but still concerned about his patient's condition.
The coal-dark-eyed young man sat on the gurney, while at the same time silently observing the human who was sitting on a chair six feet from his position.
"Well, never mind ... You've been unconscious for a couple of days, three to be exact. Relax and take your time." The old man advised his patient with kindness.
The young man with spiky black hair still looked at the human with a touch of curiosity, since usually when anyone saw him they would always run away like cowards and obviously he couldn't blame them because he knew perfectly well that he was a monstrous warrior since he was a child. ... or so he believed because his father always reminded him every time he got a chance.
"Let's see ... Let's start with the basics, what's your name?" The old man asked curiously how quiet the boy with spiky black hair was.
The black-eyed boy had been observing his body instantly noticing that his white pants along with his red sash had disappeared and replaced by human underwear (black boxer) to hide his nudity, but that was not the only thing that disappeared because his necklace of gold, earrings, boots, bracelets, and his belt with blue jewels had the same fate ... On the other hand, he was also relieved and happy that they had separated him from those objects that had marked him all his life as a slave.
"Broly." Was the short reply from the spiky black haired young man as he snapped out of his thoughts and again focused his attention on the old man.
The elderly human seemed confused at the name that the black-eyed boy gave him, as it was undoubtedly a strange name and even if he thought about it a little more it seemed oriental to him.
"Broly? It's quite a… quirky name." The old man opined with some discomfort at the cold look he was receiving from his patient at his own words.
The young man with spiky black hair stared at him with an emotionless look for about a whole minute, but when he saw that the old man had no intention of making fun of his name or something similar, he stopped looking at him with murderous intentions and instead he began to look around curiously.
"It's my pleasure anyway, Broly. I'm Dr. Mitchell and you're at Goodsprings, I hope you feel comfortable in my humble home." The old man now known as' Dr. Mitchell 'he said with a friendly smile.
This new information apparently caught the attention of the boy with dark eyes like coal because he stopped looking at the spacious room he was in to start staring at the old doctor.
"You ... did you heal me? ... Why?" Broly asked almost in a whisper, since he could not believe that a human had healed him of his injuries and he immediately took a look at his abdomen where indeed his wound was cooked with needle and thread.
The doctor stared at him with a raised eyebrow at that question from the young man with spiky black hair, since, although they live in a world full of misery and death, he still took an oath as a doctor to cure and save anyone you need it.
"Well, there is no why. I am the doctor of this small town and it is my job to heal people in need, good or bad." Dr. Mitchell responded with a shrug, but no doubt very confident in his own words.
The black-eyed boy stared at him in surprise, as the kindness of this old man made him feel strange ... Maybe he wouldn't destroy this planet, yet.
"Anyway. I had to sew up that ugly wound on your abdomen, I also gave you a couple of stimulants to stop the bleeding and ease the pain a bit." Dr. Mitchell explained with a professional tone at the surprised look of the boy.
The boy with dark eyes like coal now understood why the wound in his abdomen did not hurt so much, so he thanked the old man for that gesture. Although he would never say it out loud because of his Saiyan pride in him.
"..." Broly preferred to remain silent at the old man's words.
The doctor frowned at the silence of the young man with the tousled spiky black hair, but anyway to cut the awkward silence he decided to ask another question.
"By the way ... Would you mind telling me, how did you get that wound?" Dr. Mitchell asked with a touch of curiosity because that wound in the stomach of the black-eyed man was not normal ... It seemed to have been produced by something or someone of impressive strength.
The young man with spiky black hair again lowered his gaze to his abdomen where the wound that a certain person inflicted on him was still ... It would certainly leave a large scar, but the good news is that it was already closed and starting to heal quickly.
"A fight." Broly replied with a grunt when he remembered how he lost hand to hand due to the speed of his opponent, although on the other hand this pain made him feel alive unlike when he was under the control of his father and that damn headband.
"I see ..." Dr. Mitchell said with his right hand on his chin, as he knew there was more to it than just a 'fight', but preferred not to press the issue. "Well, let's see if you can stand up." The old man commented in a professional tone, while at the same time getting up from his own chair until he was fully standing.
The boy with dark eyes like coal got up from the stretcher supporting his bare feet on the warm wooden floor, although when he was standing at his maximum height he felt a little dizziness followed by his vision clouding but only lasted a couple of seconds because he shook the head returning once more to normal.
"Very well ... Would you mind walking to the end of the room? To the force meter at the bottom." Dr. Mitchell pointed to a specific place in the spacious room, but at the same time had to put aside his expression of astonishment at the massive height of his patient.
The young man with the tousled spiky black hair focused his coal-dark eyes on his target and raised his right eyebrow at the strange machine, but shrugged because humans always built things that stood out from the eyes ... or so He was told by a certain person who made him change his mind about humans and other living beings, well up to a point at least.
"Easy, no rush. This is not a race." Dr. Mitchell counseled with a concerned expression as his patient staggered a bit.
The black-eyed boy walked slowly in silence towards the force machine where at first it was difficult for him to keep his balance because he had been outside for three days without moving.
"So far you're doing fine." Dr. Mitchell nodded, but at the same time kept a close eye on the wound in his patient's abdomen, in case it opened unexpectedly. "Now submit yourself to a test of strength, let's see if you have regained all your abilities." The old man said with his gaze on Vit-o-matic's Strength Gauge.
The young man with spiky black hair with a small nod of the head guided his right hand towards the lever of the machine where he was very careful not to apply too much force and end up inadvertently destroying the Force Gauge.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L. By Broly
Strength: Error. (¿?)
Perception: 10 (Eagle with telescope)
Endurance: Error. (¿?)
Charisma: 3 (Funeral home manager)
Intelligence: 4 (Tough)
Agility: 8 (Catch knives)
Luck: 8 (Touched by the Gods)
Broly frowned somewhat offended by the way this useless machine classified her intelligence and whatever this 'charisma' is ... For a moment he was tempted to kick her and send her flying into the sky in complete oblivion, but he he had to forcibly control not to commit a scene in front of this human.
"That's ... Weird, it's the first time the meter hasn't measured resistance and ironically force." Dr. Mitchell commented with his arms crossed, and at the same time gave a small look at his patient's muscles
...
Why maybe I exceed the limit of the poor machine? Whatever it was, he'd find out later if he had time.
"But, the other values are normal ..." The old man said with a thoughtful expression, as he was still trying to figure out what might be the problem with the force gauge.
The tousled black-haired young man nodded slightly at the old man's words, and for a moment he wondered:
Had his rival held back on purpose to kill him? ... Or was it just pure luck of yours?
Either way, he would find out sooner or later when they meet again for a rematch.
"Although after what happened to you, it is a miracle that you are alive and walking." Dr. Mitchell's opinion was sincere, while at the same time taking a small look at the wound on Broly's abdomen where he nodded in admiration of the good work he had done.
The coal-dark-eyed boy had to agree with the old man again, since the consequence of the punch that a certain person gave him could have indirectly killed him due to the great loss of blood.
"Well, what really matters is that your vital signs are fine.", Dr. Mitchell commented with a calm expression. "Now follow me. You're going to answer a couple of questions." The old man said with a neutral tone, so that he then began to walk towards another room in his house.
Broly in silence (as he had been most of the time), but attentive followed the old man to another large room (Dining room) where the latter surely received the consultations of his patients.
"Take a sit." Dr. Mitchell offered and gestured kindly to the couch opposite his old, but comfortable red chair.
The young man with spiky black hair took a brief glance at the worn and old white square chair, but ignoring those flaws he carefully sat down on it.
"Very good. Let's get started, I'll say a word to you and you tell me the first thing that comes to mind." Dr. Mitchell explained this simple little psychological exercise.
The black-eyed boy nodded his head without objecting (for the moment) and playing along with this old man.
"Dog." Dr. Mitchell said the first name of the exercise.
The young man with the spiky black hair tilted his head somewhat thoughtfully, since he was sure he had heard that word somewhere ... But there were things that were still blurred in his mind, until suddenly something clicked in his head.
"Food." Broly replied with a shrug, although he was certainly sure of his words.
The old man raised an eyebrow at his patient's response, but it only lasted a second and instead continued with the psychological test.
"House." Dr. Mitchell said the middle name of the exercise.
The black-haired boy had a reaction practically instantly, as he clenched his fists with enough force to crush steel or any other metal without any problem.
"Destroy." Broly answered through clenched teeth, trying to hold back a growl of anger at remembering that disgusting place called 'house' where he and his father lived.
The old man raised both eyebrows at his patient's response, but again it only lasted a second because he had to distract his patient so that he would not vent his anger against him.
"Night." Dr. Mitchell said the third name of the exercise.
The young man with the spiky spiky black hair put aside his growing fury when he heard another word from the old man.
"Sleep." Broly responded with a calmer demeanor than before, but that didn't mean that he would later take his stress out on something or someone.
The old man nodded at his patient's first normal response.
"Bandit." Dr. Mitchell said the fourth name of the exercise.
It didn't take the coal-dark-eyed boy long to say something with that word, because he even had a kind of visual image in his mind.
"Vaporize." Broly replied with a disturbing smile on his lips, since he had related that word to his father, Prince Vegeta, etc.
The old man blinked several times at the response of his patient ... But it only lasted a moment because he shook his head at the response of his patient, while he followed her with the test and see the results of this later.
"Light." Dr. Mitchell said the fifth name of the exercise.
The young man with spiky black hair tilted his head slightly to the side making him look cute.
"Heavy?" Broly replied with a confused expression, as he was not sure of his own answer.
The old man again nodded at another normal response from his patient.
"Mother." Dr. Mitchell gave the name of the sixth exercise, but in this exercise he decided to pay special attention to the reaction of his patient.
The black-eyed boy froze in place when he heard that word so special to him and with a meaning too great to explain with simple words.
"... Caretaker." Broly answered almost in a whisper, but even he was not sure of his answer because he did not know his mother because she surely died in the explosion of the planet Vegeta.
The old man again nodded at his patient's response, but this time with the difference that he had been thoughtful because he was more or less understanding the latter's mind.
"Well. I already have a few sentences, you have to answer if you 'agree', 'disagree' or 'have no opinion' ... Got it?" Dr. Mitchell asked with a professional tone, while at the same time watching Broly who still seemed affected by the previous word.
The tousled black-haired young man slowly nodded his head in affirmation.
"The first thing: I am not a conflictive character." Dr. Mitchell said the first sentence of the exercise.
"... No opinion." Broly responded with a strange tone of voice, while at the same time looking away from the old man.
The old man was somewhat concerned about the answers that this moment was giving Broly because it is possible that he is facing a psychopath ... Or something similar, but anyway he had to continue with the psychological test and not look very suspicious.
"I don't usually ask others for help." Dr. Mitchell said the second sentence of the exercise.
The boy with dark eyes like coal tilted his head again, thinking for a couple of seconds.
"Agree." Broly answered with crossed arms, since not even his father had asked him anything in his life.
The old man nodded his head slightly for at least one answer.
"I always do my best to be the center of attention." Dr. Mitchell the third sentence of the exercise.
The young man with spiky black hair was thoughtful again at the old man's sentence.
"No opinion." Broly replied with a bored expression.
The old man frowned slightly, but letting out a sigh went on with his own thing.
"I have a hard time accepting new ideas." Dr. Mitchell said the fourth sentence of the exercise.
The black-eyed boy this time instead of answering something decided to simply shrug his shoulders. Whereas, the old man only shook his head at his vague responses.
"I deal with problems directly." Dr. Mitchell said the fifth sentence of the exercise.
The young man with the messy black hair thought about that phrase for a couple of seconds and related it to his rivals.
"Agree." Broly answered with a strange smile on his lips.
The old man nodded, while at the same time writing down his patient's responses and his own observations for later analysis.
"We are almost done here ... What happens if you look at this? Tell me you see it." Dr. Mitchell pointed to a projector behind him.
The coal-dark-eyed boy focused his gaze on the painting or drawing behind the old man.
"A ... Wound?" Broly replied with a confused expression, as he wasn't quite sure.
The old man nodded at his patient's response.
"Good. And this one?" Dr. Mitchell asked and simultaneously pressed a button on the remote in his left hand.
The spiky black-haired youth again focused his gaze on the painting or drawing, but this time he couldn't recognize what his eyes were seeing.
"I don't know ..." Broly replied with a frown because it was without a doubt the weirdest drawing he had ever seen.
The old man tried to hide a sign of interest at the lack of response from his patient ... Or maybe he was just dodging an answer.
"The last." Dr. Mitchell pressed the button on the remote control again, moving to another image.
The black-eyed boy again focused his gaze on the last painting or drawing.
"An old man with a beard." Broly replied dryly, as these exercises were boring him a lot.
The old man had to restrain himself from not letting out a laugh, since he undoubtedly found that answer from his patient very funny and somewhat innocent.
"Well, I think that's it. It will take a while to give you the results." Dr. Mitchell commented with his gaze on the papers in his hands, where he scanned his patient's responses and some were undoubtedly somewhat puzzling.
Broly nodded, but at the same time he began to look around again looking for something that would catch his attention and take away his growing boredom ... Unfortunately he did not find anything interesting.
"Before I discharge you, I need to ask you one last favor." Dr. Mitchell said loud enough to catch the eye of the black-eyed, who stopped looking out a window that looked out onto the desert.
The tousled black-haired young man stared at him with an imaginary question mark above his head.
"I want you to fill out a form. It will help me keep track of your medical history." Dr. Mitchell explained with a serious tone, while at the same time adjusting his reading glasses. "Don't worry, it's just a formality. I don't expect to discover any special background in your family or anything like that." The old man said with a reassuring smile noticing the look of few friends that his patient was giving him.
The coal-dark-eyed boy thought for a while the old man's words and seeing that there was nothing wrong.
"Okay.", Broly accepted with a shrug of the shoulders without giving so much importance to a paper, while at the same time receiving in his hands said papers that he looked at with a confused expression. "I do not get it." He admitted when he looked up from the form because to his eyes it seemed ... an unknown language.
The medic stared at him with a slightly surprised expression, which quickly changed to one of understanding.
An Hour Later
When Broly finished filling out the form and handed it to him, Dr. Mitchell let out a sigh that was quite exhausting and relieved at the same time because his patient asked him questions, many questions about everything that was on the paper ... For a moment he wondered if it had been a good idea to give him the form, but as the good person he was, he had enough patience to answer each question.
"Great! ... We're done. Come this way, I have to give you your things." The doctor commented with a small smile, while at the same time he got up from the chair he was sitting on.
With a nod, the young man with the tousled black hair got up from the chair and began to follow the old man until they reached the entrance-exit of the house where on the lower side of the door there were several things piled up, which the Saiyan Legendario deduced they were his things because the sun's rays reflected off the metal objects that were inside a large canvas bag.
"Here. Here you go.", Dr. Mitchell offered him with difficulty (since it was very heavy) a large gray duffel bag, which the black-haired man easily took with his hands. "That was the only thing you had on you when you were brought here." The old man said with a slight surprised tone when he saw how the black-eyed man lifted the bag as if nothing.
The black-eyed boy began to check the bag that the old man gave him and indeed all his things were inside, but he also made an annoyed face when he saw his old clothes.
"And this." Dr. Mitchell pulled out another duffel bag lighter than the previous one and handed it to the black-haired man, who began to go through it almost instantly as he put the other one on the hardwood floor. "It's a new change of clothes. It was custom made by Trudy and Smiles." The old man added with amusement when he remembered that shameful moment that these women had to go through when measuring Broly's half-naked body.
The young man with the tousled spiky black hair looked up from the duffel bag with new clothes, as those two names caught his attention by how strange and funny they sounded in his head.
"Trudy? Smiles? ... Who are they?" Broly asked with a curious tone, while at the same time he gave a quick glance to a window somewhat battered by time because he felt someone's gaze ... But he shrugged, maybe it was just his imagination.
The old man's amused expression changed to one of understanding because he had forgotten to tell her about them.
"Well, Trudy is so to speak the mayor of our little town and Smiles is the sheriff or warden of the town." Dr. Mitchell explained with a thoughtful expression. "You should also thank them." The old man added with crossed arms, since if the boy did not do it it is possible that both women would be angry with both.
The black-eyed boy tilted his head at the thought of those two people ... But in the end he nodded, as it was the least he could do for these kind humans.
"You can change your clothes in that room." Dr. Mitchell pointed to a particular room.
The young man with spiky black hair nodded and began to walk towards that place in silence, while in both hands he carried both duffel bags to change his clothes and brand new ones.
Ten Minutes Later
Broly left the room dressed in the new clothes those two humans had made for him. It consists of: A white t-shirt with brown military-style cargo pants and a pair of black military-style boots.
"Those new clothes look good on you, Broly." Dr. Mitchell opined with his arms crossed, while at the same time leaning against a wall close to his patient.
The young man with the tousled spiky black hair looked up from his new clothes and instead focused on the old man, who, to his confusion, gave him a strange sign ... A thumbs up. Although he agreed with his words because his new clothes were comfortable, but certainly strange because he always had his torso naked and exposed.
"T-Thank you ... for ... H-Heal me, old man." Broly said with some embarrassment because he had never said 'thank you' to someone ... Not even to the person who removed the headband, but this was because the situation had not allowed him.
The old man chuckled at the boy's difficulty in saying the simple word 'thank you', but decided to say something anyway.
"I already told you it's my job, it was nothing." Dr. Mitchell commented with a small smile.
The coal-dark-eyed boy nodded in understanding, but suddenly something clicked in his head as he quickly began to search the heavy duffel bag.
"Take this." Broly offered his ancient gold earrings with his left hand to the doctor who had a confused expression.
The old man's eyes widened comically at what his patient was offering him.
"B-But this is-"
The young man with spiky black hair stopped him in his tracks when he raised his right hand to stop the old man's words, which he did because the latter was silent.
"Consider it my way of ... Thanking you for healing me and saving my life." Broly explained with some discomfort because he had not yet gotten used to saying these things ... And even less talking so much.
The old man opened his mouth to tell him otherwise, but seeing the boy's determined gaze, he let out a sigh.
"I see ... Okay, I'll take it." Dr. Mitchell said with a small smile, while at the same time extending his open right hand to receive the boy's gift.
The Legendary Saiyan, upon seeing the old man's outstretched hand, dropped his ancient gold rings on the latter's open palm, who began to gaze at the objects once they were in his possession with amazement.
"Well ... Now I'll go see what's out there." Broly commented with his look at the exit with a touch of enthusiasm in his voice because he wanted to go outside to see where he was, since it could not be the same Land of the Z Warriors ... Right?
The old man stopped looking at the gold rings when he heard the words of his patient.
"Okay, but be careful with the stitches on your abdomen ... If you move abruptly you can open that wound." Dr. Mitchell advised in a serious tone, while at the same time keeping the said gold rings in his shirt pocket.
The coal-dark-eyed boy nodded, but it was a half promise because like all Saiyans he wanted to do the opposite like fight the first hostile person that crossed his path.
"Once you meet Trudy and Smiles, say hello for me." Dr. Mitchell asked with amusement, noticing the boy's curiosity in saying the names again.
Again the young man with the tousled spiky black hair nodded his head, while at the same time extending his left hand towards the doorknob and at the same time saying his last goodbye to the old doctor.
When he turned the doorknob and opened it, the Legendary Saiyan had to cover his coal-dark eyes with his right forearm so as not to be blinded by the intense light of the annoying rays of the Sun ... normalizo could see several buildings relatively close, among them were: a semi destroyed school, an abandoned gas station, a bar in good condition, and other houses.
"I hate heat ...", Broly muttered with a grimace when he saw a tumbleweed pass quickly in front of him, and at the same time he began to growl when the solar rays began to heat his body. "... Damn you disgusting Sun." He muttered through clenched teeth trying to hold back his anger, but before he tried to form an Eraser Cannon in his left hand his ears caught a female voice.
Not far from his position, the young man with spiky black hair saw a female silhouette from behind sitting on a rock staring blankly.
"... Who am I? ..." The woman asked herself, but at the same time she looked away from the horizon when she instinctively felt someone's gaze on her back.
The coal-dark eyes of the Legendary Saiyan met the green eyes of the unknown woman, both of them observed each other in complete silence with different expressions.
Broly looked at her with a slight hint of curiosity, but it quickly left when he looked away because his eyes caught movement in some bushes.
The young woman with blond hair, on the other hand, erased her confused and depressed expression for a surprised and interested one, since she remembered seeing the boy with the spiky black hair in a mess on one of the gurneys of a certain doctor.
End Of First Chapter
I hope you liked the first chapter of this story, and that you obviously enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I will ask you a couple of questions and you will leave your answers / opinions:
Would you like the Messenger / Courier to accompany Broly on his journey through the Mojave?
Or do you prefer that Broly be lonely on his long journey?
Do you think the Brotherhood of Steel has some dark plan with Broly?
Why do you think this Broly can control his anger, does it have to do with his last fight with the Z Warriors?
Those would be all the questions, for this chapter.
As I always tell you in every story I write, if you have any opinion or criticism leave it in the comment box, I am always interested in reading what you think about the stories I upload.
Well that would be it until the next chapter.
Ja ne!
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