Chapter 2: This...

A/N: Well I hope there's a small little fanbase who enjoy Broly/Cheelai. Given the amount of fanart I hope this is acceptable for a story betweent hem.

Broly walked slowly through the bowels of another imperial flagship, not even casting his eyes in the direction of the thousands of mindless drones who served their glorious lord. They were less than dirt in his eyes, serving no purpose other than fodder to be thrown at a weak enemy.

It was slowly growing late and the Legendary warrior was did not care about anything else, he did not see the universe as anything more than a void. As a young abandoned child he did not have an easy life, for years he feasted on dead carrion, corpses of those he killed and anything that could be found just to abate some of the horrid loneliness he suffered through. Curled up in a saiyan space pod for night after night until sleep and exhaustion claimed him.

He had wanted to know why he was alive, why he was left here alone and abandoned.

Yet that had taken years.

He had grown up into a young man until they found him, and that young scared boy had morphed into an insecure and angry teen. Broly didn't believe in anything, he'd kill to amuse himself but that fell into boredom. He did not enjoy fighting like his blood was supposed too, he hated people and the only thing he was left feeling was complete anger and rage.

For what the world had taught him, this universe was a cold place and if the people in it treated him like shit then he would treat the whole damn universe just the same. He did not understand his powers nor care, being a Legendary warrior did not lessen the mental exhaustion he'd had to go through.

Day in and day out, one day after another, the same record on repeat Broly found no purpose. The past didn't matter once he was enlisted, the future didn't change. Sure he could kill everyone but then where would that leave him? Blowing up a world or hell showing the universe that same suffocating loneliness that had consumed him was just a childish wish. Even if this life was empty at least he could see he wasn't the only one suffering in it.

But of course he then met a little green skinned woman.

By pure coincidence.

The little harlot was nothing more than those who had once being crushed beneath his boots quickly became something more. When he had just intended on making a few jokes, a lewd comment here or there, or perhaps a quick roll in the sack just to be done with her as his end goal like so many other women.

Yet she was unafraid.

Broly couldn't have seen it coming, the second he had found her in his bed treating him to an untold experience before in his life. Before every encounter with a female he'd never been the one to be moved on, to have a level of boldness and pride. There hadn't been another woman like her in his life.

She was a sin.

One he particularly enjoyed without a second thought. She was that tempting golden fruit that only filled him with a greater hunger.

In his days after their first random coupling he'd thought it was over that there was to be that one single moment of pure carnal delight. His mind to be giving him erotic fantasies of how he had treated that green vixen.

His white haired temptress had quickly filled dreariness into a firestorm of anticipation, a mixture of green and purple transformed his entire world. Finding the small woman's taste and touch to be a drug to numb him to all of the hell he had endured.

Where there was once nothing but apathy that he viewed the rest of life around him, people without faces, worlds without name, and him without a purpose. Then there had been a spark to ignite a burning deep inside of that vacuum that had consumed his entire life. Turning isolation into welcome comfort, and coldness into a burning pleasure.

She wasn't ready, but no woman truly is ready for me.

Broly had her squeezing him so tightly that he was certain she could not leg go. While not a pure creature she did not reek of the smell of the whores that lingered on any imperial ship. Had that been the case he doubted he would have spared another glance.

"Come on… is that all you have?" He mocked as he ran his teeth grazed that green screen as she trembled in his lap.

Cheelai whined, doing her best to act unaffected and shake her head, her ankles locked together as she dug her nails into his back in a desperate attempt to keep him still. The saiyan pushed her down and watched her hiss into her own lips, her teeth biting down to the point he could smell the iron in the air. Though he could not pretend that the tight channel he was stuffing himself into was not blissful. He couldn't fuck her hard, no gently and softly, as he would break her. Feeling the bulge in her stomach push against him, creating a hissing cry as she struggled to take him, pushing down each torturous inch until she could take no more.

She clawed at him, breaking her nails on his skin, trying to stifle the pleasure that turned into a heavy wailing cry of a woman unable to think. His rhythm broke her ankle grip as she kicked and slapped at his sheets with her feet in a pathetic attempt to control herself. Broly wasn't going to let her go easy, it was almost six full hours later cheelai as pinned beneath him her form barely peering out from his dominate body shoving her down into the mattress beneath him. She could only call out his name, and he enjoyed how hoarse it had become after so many times screaming it.

When he was interrupted by a guard who had come to request his presence he was met with Broly's hand glowing a bright green, it was the first and last time anyone dared to interrupt him as the man was not killed, but used as a lesson of pain as Broly sent him through sent halfway through the camp. But unfortunately it was a signal for Broly, telling him he had to stop.

Cheelai was semi conscious as Broly dressed himself on the bed while looking at the utterly ravaged woman on his bed. She looked swollen with his child after he had filled her up so many times, that image never left him as her soft purple eyes were looking at him with a desperate cry for this not to be over.

Naked, sweating, and soaked in his sweat both Broly and Cheelai both knew. This wouldn't be the last time.

He'd tracked her down on another mission, she just happened to be in his sector. He hadn't directly tried looking for her. It was pure coincidence, yes just a coincidence...

He'd gone to one of the western galaxies where she and Temo were both performing reconnaissance. So he quietly observed them, his ability to mask and all but hide his power had come from necessity as a child. So this was nothing as an adult for him.

As he watched from the shadows he knew that she would slip away from the old man and he would have his chance. Ready to remind her that he wasn't done with her, that this beautiful woman still needed him.

Temo just seemed to tolerate Cheelai's attitude, the old prune mostly nodding and grunting as Cheelai went on and on about things in between her time with a powerful pair of binoculars. Her idle prattle consisted of everything, from food, to life, to how she planned on having fun while on this assignment. The green she devil always enjoyed her games.

Perhaps a little too much though.

Broly rested in a cave outcropping just behind their base, his cold silence watching her as she stretched and asked to lay down and take a nap in the blackened rock formation that Broly was hiding in. It excited Broly to here her say that she was going to be heading his way. The anticipation of the surprise was only building in his veins, watching as she strolled inside completely unknowing of the beast just beside her. Cheelai raised her hands and stretched releasing a vocal yawn missing the hovering saiyan behind her. Her soft moan was muffled.

His hand snaked around her waist, the other covering her mouth. Before she could even scream she was pulled against his chest. Her hands gripping at his wrists fearing he was some type of attacker. Foolish.

"So unobservant Cheelai." Broly rumbled into her ear.

Once she heard his voice her struggles ceased as her head turned and saw the faint outline of Broly's figure showed in the reflection of her purple eyes.

His hand released from her mouth. "What? What are you doing here?" The green skinned witch was blushing as she probably knew the answer but perhaps she wanted to hear him speak the words from his lips.

Broly just grinned and spun her back around. Picking her up into his chest. One of his holding her almost a foot off the ground.

"What i'm going to do… well," He chuckled as he brought his face down to hers, just a breath away from her. "That depends upon you." Kissing her mouth he was quickly rewarded with her own mouth opening up eagerly for his own. Her mouth valiantly trying to resist his much larger tongue that plundered her own without remorse, but she did not object and that pleased him.

Broly lowered her to the ground, there small scout bags serving as just enough room for him to rest on his knees comfortably. Clicking the sides of her armor with his free hand and dropping it to the floor as she pulled at his own armor in vain. Whimpering as her spandex suit was pulled away revealing her body to the much cooler elements.

"What do you want?" His teasingly voice asked of her while cupping the front of her exposed womanhood. Those cold black eyes sparked with amusement as he looked for her to answer him. "Do you want me?" His voice a heavy rumble as he felt her shudder beneath him, she was shaking in his arms and her hips were rocking as Broly's thick fingers just teased the edges of her body.

She was dripping.

Eyes burning and body shaking against his armor.

He could only grow more excited.

"I want you to answer me." Broly's voice whispering as he ran his tongue along the side of her neck. Cheelai squeezed the back of his neck as she wanted to answer him. But dammit if her pride would not let her start begging him. Curling one finger just inside, she arched her neck exposing her rich green skin as she kept herself from wailing. The thick digit probing just enough to the first knuckle before retreating in a mock action of what both their bodies were calling for.

"Cl-clothes-!" She mewled, "take them off."

"Why?"

Her body jerked as he sank his finger just a bit deeper causing her to hiss as he punched into just the right spot. "Because I want you… I want you to fuck me."

That was more than enough, He threw off his armor and pulled out his thick cock as she wound her legs as best she could around his back. "I want it… I want this huge dick inside of me." She kissed at the edges of his mouth as he pushed the tip of his swollen erection into the warm passage that was presently dripping all over him.

Once he pushed aside her small lips with his cock waiting for her tightness to envelope him he grabbed her by the ass with both of his palms. Cheelai was eager, feeling herself being filled again as he grabbed ahold of her body. "Please-!" She hissed and Broly shoved her downwards.

Temo heard it, but as his scouter registered the massive power inside of that cave. He decided to put an earpiece in and drown out what he could tell was coming.

The size difference was beyond anything either was ready for, she was slim, tender and weighed less than a hundred and twenty pounds. Yet she was being screwed by a seven foot tall, and muscular three hundred and fifty pound saiyan warrior. She cried and screamed, just holding onto him begging for him to stop before she broke, yet he refused.

She needed this, he wanted this. She was riding him as his fingers formed long bruises on her sensitive green skin. Plunging to the point of breaking her womb in two only to pull out and repeat again and again until it happened. Her eyes rolled backwards, her tongue falling loose out of her mouth as she hung lump backwards only suspended by the huge arms squeezing her round but. The orgasm exploded her mind as she forced Broly to cum moments later as her body wrapped around him and called for that glorious deluge of warm spunk. He obliged as he pumped her barely fitting body with all the pent up seed he had stored up for weeks.

Broly laid her down on the mattress marveling as she twitched and shook. He was left with a feeling inside of him.

He didn't want to leave.

But he did, and he was unprepared for what would come next.

Cheelai wasn't complete eye candy, she was the total package. Strong, smart, and sweet. With a dash of stealth and cunning to complete the beautiful woman that she was. Her prey didn't see her coming, she had masked her scent, and unlocked his personal quarters without a sound.

He had been showering, the water masking her movements as she brought her arms around his waist.

"Forget about me?" She teased against his skin, catching him off guard she brought both of her hands to a rapidly growing erection as she stroked him slowly, running the warm water over his skin and muscles. Flipping him around she knelt before him and gave him what few women ever dared trying. She swallowed him deep in her mouth as water splashed down his chest and into her hair. Taking both hands she raked long red welts down his chest making him groan as she sucked him deeper.

Her eyes never left his face, the warning was there but she did not stop and he did not either. She went until she felt him beginning to twitch and swell. Then abruptly she stopped, grinning a sickenly sweet grin. "What do you want Broly?" She said holding his cock with one hand as she let her tongue unroll out from her lips just in front of him.

Broly's eyes flashed green, his hair rose up around his back, but she did not waver. The air was electric and he was tempted to shove her lips down onto his cock he had honor and he wouldn't let her take that victory from her.

His lips peeled back into a snarl, but she looked up at him. Waiting for him to speak those words and she would once again give him what he wanted. That he wasn't the only one who was able to play this game, a simple weak woman would defy him and push him like this.

"Damn you…" Broly groaned as she teased the softness of her tongue against the slit of his painful erection. "Do it damit!"

She won.

That was all she needed and she sucked him with even more vigor and he stuttered. She drove him deep until she nearly choked and pulled back at a wickedly fast pace, his hands grabbed at her damp hair but did not shove her down. She felt him tremble and then she was greeted with a flood of white cum pouring into her mouth.

The games only made the battles more enjoyable

She was laying on her back atop his chest, she was completely panting still from the afterglow of another powerful bout of explosive sex. Cheelai was ready to succumb to sleep, her exhaustion barely even a footnote to what he could endure. Drawing one hand back to his black locks she tugged his head upwards asking silently for his lips.

Broly did not care and allowed her to press her lips against him. It was always him who kissed her, the dominate and powerful one showing her where she was. But never had a woman dared to put her tongue in his mouth.

This one disagreed with that. For the first time she wormed her own tongue against his own, tasting his teeth, and gums. But there was no domination, just tenderness. It was something rarely shown, and he did not stop it.

"I like this." She spoke softly with the voice of a consoling lover, her eyes looking into him through a lidded gaze. "I like it when I get to kiss you."

It only went further.

Cheelai was waiting in his room and he knew it. She wasn't trying to hide from him, she was eager for him to come to her. Dressed in a skimpy white nightie that was practically see through, her legs covered in stockings but leaving the best part exposed. He found her kneeling down, her hair tossed back and two fingers mildly working her pussy.

The image of a waiting female, of this woman. Eyes that were enraptured by viewing him as he stopped and stared. Giving her every bit the boost to her confidence that this man wanted her just the same way she wanted him.

"I've been waiting." She purred, bringing her free hand to her lips and bite gently at her fingernail.

Broly inhaled the air of his room with a full breath, his heart beginning to hammer and his rebellious erection finding his pants to be far too tight. This was maddening to desire such a woman, a part of him should be angry that she had snuck into his room. Come into his sanctuary and presume that he would be in the mood for this. Though, no single woman in the past had ever been like her, been so devious, so wild, and able to match his saiyan taste with her exotic features.

He shouldn't tell her that he pleased to see her.

"What took so long for you to come?"

Cheelai grinned as she spread her tender nether lips, an open call to him. To come over and give them both of what they wanted.

And Broly scooped her up and into his chest, drinking from her mouth and eyes like a river that fed an lake. There was nothing that could compare to this feeling and he didn't understand it.

"You're so god damn horny." He told her against her neck as she bounced atop his hips.

"And you fucking love it." She replied as her hands braced on his chest as the white straps of her clothing struggled to hold together.

...

So here Broly was, making his way through the ship with a mission. Though not rushing, he was on edge, Cheelai had been returned to the ship and had been immediately dispatched to the medical wing. It angered Broly to not know what awaited him on the other side of the ship, had his green hair actually died? Was she maimed or injured beyond repair?

This peculiar feeling was settling inside of him, he'd never felt this before and it only amplified this sensation running through his body from head to toe. But, Broly shoved a soldier out of his way, the huge saiyan knocking through those that stood in his path without concern. He did not care, he wanted to see his woman. His first true escape from his loneliness was not well, perhaps he'd become too accustomed to this? Her soft curves and wet heat making him feel not alone for the first time in his life.

Broly's first emotional relationship, something he could not understand between the lesser races up until he had met her. The way beings clung to one another, trying to offer comfort that in their last moments they would be together. To a man who had lived all alone for nearly a decade he found them pitiful. Who would make such attachments? He hadn't needed anyone before.

Yet here he was now.

Slamming open the doors to the recovery wing, Broly saw Temo. Looking inside of a rejuvenation chamber, sitting down in front of the pod with his hands locked together under his jaw. The orange man's head did not turn back as he could feel the presence entering the room and those not used to his presence scattered.

She was floating in the light green substance, her mouth covered in a protective mask allowing her to breath. Her eyes half lidded with former visions of pain, and possibly tears as she suffered. But she did not allow herself to succumb to the sedatives inside the chamber. She refused to let herself be consumed in the healing fluids looking upwards towards the saiyan who had come to see her.

"She's alright… nothing major," Temo said quietly, a small hint of relief but struggle teetered on the edges of his words. "I should've been more vigilant…"

Broly didn't say anything, this wasn't what he was supposed to be handling.

Yet he looked at Cheelai.

This wasn't him, or was it? Was there something that snapped inside him as he felt that she might be lost to him?

He was used to having things taken from him, the ever constant hand of fate weaved through his blood soaked hands and caused so much of his life to slip free from his grasp. Constantly enduring false hopes, loneliness, and the idea that there would be no one for him in the end once… seemed acceptable.

So. What made this different?

He'd slept with women before and cared not a second about them afterwards. Was it because they shared something beyond the sexual? Where the next day it didn't matter if there was a mission to be done or a world to be destroyed. That just for a few unflinching moments they were able to have something that they made together and no one could take that from them.

"She's a strong girl… i'll call you when she's ready. I wouldn't want to waste your time Broly." Temo said against his hands. "I'm certain it's your day off, don't spend it here. Clear your head."

Broly didn't respond to him he looked at Cheelai, studying her. Though she was still barely conscious, he waited for her. Unable to process why he just looked at her.

Why did he stare and just leave. She was weak...

Raising up one hand slowly she brought her thumb to her index finger with the rest of her hand partially curled against it: OKAY

That strange gesture that she had taught him before. The sign for everything's good, alright, but it was A O-K.

It churned his stomach as he wondered what he should even do. He had not spoken a word yet she had given him a sign. Looking to assure him and comfort him. He could swear that he felt her smiling underneath that mask.

Why?

He retreated, this was out of his realm, out of his control, and his inner inhibitions were like unraveling the well sealed walls inside of him like wall paper exposed to tons of steam. Sitting in his own bed, he tried to make sense of the feelings swelling inside of him.

The hours pushed and dragged into nothing but silence, as he tried to make sense of Cheelai. That snow white haired green she devil that penetrated his thoughts mind, and consumed his dreams. She was just a woman, but why did it bother him to have heard that she was injured. What would he have done if she had been lost to him?

He couldn't stand these feelings, they made him feel angry, weak, and a pain that tugged at the strings of his chest.

Attempting to alleviate this pain from the heat of a shower, Broly struggled to control this rage inside of him. It sparked that power that he kept in check, his hair flashing into light green, his eyes shifting to yellow.

Kill… Kill them.

The echo pulsed in his veins, his saiyan blood crying out to annihilate down to dust the ones responsible for Cheelai's injuries. Broly just hit his head against the wall of the shower, drenching him in the spray of hot water but even water could not dampen his super-saiyan powered hair.

That feeling of near loss was blinding him and it only frustrated him even more than it already had. His hands were shaking, his breathing deep and slow. Doing his best to be every bit the legendary warrior he was supposed to be.

Perhaps she was making him weak? That she might get injured while on a mission that was far below his station. Though if she had died what would that have done. He'd spent the majority of his life alone and isolated, but there would be no simple return for him as he would forever be reminded of her. Perhaps he'd become delusion thinking that this would carry on forever… he didn't want to feel this again.

But he wasn't alone.

There were two gentle hands there for him.

It was soft, as small hands wrapped around his waist, the soft pillows of her breasts pushed into his back, a comforting motion stroked up and down his stomach.

Cheelai had come to find him in turmoil and with him so evidently distracted she came to calm her lover. Strangely offering him affection that should be coming from him, but she knew Broly did not understand those things. Truthfully she had not imagined how Broly would handle this, their games were one thing but how would he handle her dying.

Well she had her answer.

She slowly smoothed her fingers over Broly's waist, exploring his scars and muscular abs slowly feeling that tight tension begin to crack. She was small and frail, and yet when compared to him. He was the one showing the cracks. If she could just by locked inside of his arms it would please her forever. A small twitch pulled at her lips as she continued to run her smooth palms across his waist. Feeling him slip further and further back to her.

But further still her hands reached down to her loves limp form, his weapon of pleasure and torment. There was no man she could compare him too, even Lord Frieza had nothing to show against him. Feeling the way she compacted against his body to the point of breaking, she wrapped her fingers around his limp manhood and rolled her thumb over the top and felt the faintest twitch.

A breath escaped Broly's tense lips and his hair slowly faded to black. The powerful aura succumbing to her touch, as he let her ease his fears through a gentle caress.

"I'm sorry…" She whispered against his back, her lips kissing his skin while she did so. Releasing him in a silent please for him to turn around. The saiyan turned around, his eyes sunken in and the evident anguish visible.

He slipped his arms underneath her and pulled her up into his chest. Her hands locked around his neck her cheek nuzzled his own. The soft rubbing of her nose against his ear. "I'm sorry for worrying you."

Apologizing.

Why was she apologizing?

Broly captured her lips, one hand holding the back of her head the other keeping her tiny frame secured against him. The soft feather kisses they shared as she planted them along his jaw. Tiny gasps escaped from her as she shut her eyes as water poured over them.

Broly's mouth mouthed and sucked against her neck, threatening the world's largest hickey had he been rougher. But he did not feel playful, the idea that he might lose her the next time she left had locked away those deep seated thoughts. How he might not be able to one day enjoy this smooth kiwi green skin, the flush of purple under her cheeks, and how her tongue would never touch his own.

"Broly…" She spoke into his ear, her voice a soft pleading cry as he breathed in deeply.

"What?" His voice an low threatening growl, losing whatever playful nature he usually entailed when in such a position.

"Don't be mad…" She breathed into his ear.

Broly's hand's squeezed her enough to make her whimper from the minor flash of pain. But he drew back and stared into her purple gems.

"Who said I was mad?" He growled again, that deep threatening rumble making her heart beat faster.

"I know you…" She told him, her fingers buried deep within his ebony mane. "I know your mad that I could've been killed…"

He stared at her hard, the unblinking gaze of once emotionless black eyes made her heart tremble as she felt the emotion now showing. Emotions for her.

"I want you right now…" She told him feeling the thick heaviness of his breath coming out as the anger that once burned inside of him was replaced with something more potent. "Only you…"

Broly couldn't stop it, he kissed her his hands finding a perch around her breasts as she hugged him with her arms and legs. Becoming a branch attached a powerful redwood, both were apart of the other.

Bracing her against a wall he pushed up his cock, softly kissing her labia and pushing upwards teasing her. She gasped as she dragged her hips against him, their bodies were already soaked, and as the spicy hint of her arousal hit his nose was too much. He pushed just enough inside before driving himself inside of her with one hard thrust.

"Oh god!" She cried through her teeth, her tiny frame no matter how many times she coupled with him was never fully ready for the mammoth cock that penetrated her womb.

Broly hissed, holding himself for that blissful moment, her body squeezing around him rolling and fluttering around his invading length. How he always missed this, marveling at her soft green skin and purple nipples that pushed against him as she shuddered.

Waiting for her to settle Broly began to slowly thrust into her, drawing out to the tip before pushing back in, slow languorous thrusts that drew out their pleasure. His face focused with determination to give her pleasure as she held his face with both of her hands. Holding him before pushing her tongue against his lips. Softly moaning as his came out to greet hers.

The mild slaps becoming heavier as her body began to bounce with Broly's movements, the pace becoming harder, and more erratic as Broly kept her pinned against the wall and unable to move.

"Fuck me… Fuck me…" Cheelai cried into his mouth. The back of her hand smacking his back to urge him faster as if she were riding a horse.

Broly's hips only increased their pace and his need was quickly coming to the top, and he might not be able to hold himself back before he finished.

"You won't ever do that again." Broly told her in a thick possessive tone.

His legs widened and he began to use his entire body, increasing the power and pressure of his heavy fucking. Cheelai's back arched as she cried out in pain and pleasure. It was so dominant she couldn't help but nod her head as her eyebrows snapped shut.

"You won't die unless I let you." The beast inside of him roared with delight as his minx cried out in ecstasy, unable to control herself. "You belong to me.." He snarled as he continued to slam himself in and out of her. The bulge in her stomach flexing outwards with each massive thrust. " Cheelai… you are mine!"

She couldn't argue with him, "I'm only yours! Please Broly cum inside of me!" Her voice a pleading whimper. The only thing she needed to feel was him, that rush of his cock as it swelled and flooded her womb with thick bursts of saiyan cum. The rich smell, tasted just as good but felt so-! Good inside of her, only he could have her body, no other man would make her feel like a real woman. Her body jerked and she squeezed Broly's face between her breasts as she bit down on her bottom lip, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure that began to explode out of her until she lost all self control.

His nose buried between her breasts Broly inhaled deeply as he felt her body squeezed him so tightly he could not pull himself free.

"Ahh I'm cummming! BROLY-!" Her cry erupted in a banshee cry as her arms squeezed the head of her lover as her world became nothing but bright lights and colors.

The almost distant sounds of a male straining like he was carrying a heavy weight in his arms lingered for a moment as he pushed his hips into hers filling channel to its absolute limit. She lost all control and became limp like a rag doll as he began pulsing thick loads of his searing hot seed inside of her.

Making good on his promise Cheelai felt the pooling liquid extend her belly outwards as he refused to stop filling her up down to his last drop.

There was little left to say as Broly's legs gave out. The water having been shut off, the pair of lovers remained entangled in each other's arms in the corner of a shower stall. Broly unwilling to pull himself from her warmth and she not wanting to flee from the safety of his arms.

She wasn't taken from him, and he hadn't truly lost her. It was good enough for now…

R&R

Kerghan