Chapter 3: Seperation

A/N: Curiously a large amount of interest since 1/16/19... I wonder why.

Guard duty. What a bore.

Cheelai was resting back in a chair, serving on the prison ship as an indifferent captor. Passing the time by spinning her single handheld blaster on one finger for as long as she could, completely bored was the feeling she had. The usual bristling excitement she'd have no longer tingling her.

After her 'failure' she had been reassigned, and the normally rambunctious and eager young soldier had been put to the back burner. The revelation had hit her hard, as she had lived for the thrill of action, adventure, and a sense of fulfillment throughout the universe. Then again, she had lost another huge portion of her greatest feeling of being alive and having those moments of joy.

They had taken Broly and moved him… two weeks ago.

Moving to spinning the blaster horizontally and then vertically hadn't broken her dull listless stare. The work was doing gave her no freedom to see her saiyan. How she wished to be wrapped up in Broly's arms.

Broly refused to leave her side until he was certain that she was well. Being trapped in such a warm embrace she could forget about the world.

Yet without him here she felt his loss immediately, no more saiyan to grace her with his face when she woke up or came back to her room. It made her feel like that young girl again, having his figure there for her, a man and his woman side by side.

But Cheelai stopped spinning her blaster as she let out an exhausted yawn, it mostly came from boredom. Her face dropped though letting her hands fall between her legs. There was something more about her and Broly. He didn't understand things the way everyone else did, the saiyan was brutish of course. The only people he even marginally showed interest in were her partner as well as her. Yet would she call what they had a real 'relationship?'

Broly wasn't interested in the way of romance, hell she doubted he even knew what it was. Trying to imagine going on a romantic dinner date or maybe a stroll along the beach and a little bit of open affection wouldn't happen. Broly was an eat in silence, snap and bark at those who approached him, and then complete his routine and expect her as had been agreed upon between the two of them. Though Cheelai enjoyed his limited affections but found herself wanting just that little more.

The walking enigma of a saiyan had caught her eyes, in subtle terms to walk beside him and find something that they could share but did not ask her. After serving her lord for so many years she felt she owed him for what he had given her. Yet on that flip side because of her servitude she was forever bound to him and unable to make that outstretched hand to her saiyan. For all of the fleeting moments of being wrapped up in his strong arms and then lose all sense of time and reason for hours in his sheets. It was still fleeting, because it was now there was no more saiyan near her.

Alone… no… she felt empty.

The childish but primal dominance of that warrior who treated her to hours of rough but passionate twists and turns. Knowing how each digit had caressed her body unlike any other man before. There would always be those moments where his grip would become a little tighter, his breathing harsher, and an aura would fill the room that terrified her. The child that he had been before, raised all alone, not wanting to let go of her but also unable to really know why he felt that way.

Broly didn't speak plainly about anything, it was all about simple wants and needs. It was over simplifying their relationship but, the two of them gave each other physically what they wanted.

The only problem was that every time they did, they only ended up wanting more. Never was it enough, and since then she couldn't imagine being able to move away form this.

Whenever it was their time he would stare at her and she could see the sheer possessiveness in it. He never looked at anyone else with anything more than anger or disinterest.

Cheelai sighed and pulled at the edges of her training suit, an old memory coming back, how she showed Broly that the armor she was wearing was able to stretch and that she wasn't quite as flat chested that he might be led to believe. It was that innocent teasing that always made her smile. But as she lamented on not being anywhere near her saiyan for her to have that fun with. Yet worst of all there had been no good-byes between their last encounter.

There wasn't any see you later, or hey catch you when I get off work as she always had to do with Broly. As if assuring him that she would come back to him.

She had been pulled away for a minute which turned into several hours and in that time Broly had been sucked away from her. He was simply gone and she was unable to even partake of one final kiss from him. No way for her to remember the way he felt against her body as their tongues waltzed with one another in a hungry demanding way.

Cheelai took a deep breath, her features sullen and drooping as she realized that she had done nothing but think about him since she had been told he had been gone. When it had all been just a game before, she had quickly begun to obsess over her bulky saiyan lover.

Things felt different, a tug at her heart.

Perhaps she had done something else. When did lust become… no… that would be too cruel.

If she had then what the hell could she do now? Broly wasn't the kind of man for that. Even if his actions gave her some favoritism and perhaps fondness, but, that probably wasn't going to satisfy her. Instead of thinking about how she was going to get past her day, she instead agonized about how much she was going to miss her. Would Broly even miss her?

What did he think of us?

It wasn't that, she knew it couldn't be. Broly might've heard for the word but for him to fully embrace the idea that he might in L. O. V. E. wasn't possibly. Hell she had never once told Broly the same, of course she cared about him. But to say that she loved him?

Time was just dragging on and she wasn't sure how she was going to manage a few more hours like this. Finding her time she pulled out a small knife and began to toss it about, it was dulled and hardly any serious threat. It was dull cutting knife. The edges warped as to not harm the person using it. Rolling it along her fingers from edge to edge in an effort to gain some focus on something else.

But as she did so her old partner appeared, he wasn't amused by his new station either and sat reverse in the chair next to him.

"How are holding up?" His voice a grainy and hoarse as he put a hand behind his neck in an effort to crack it.

"Bored." Cheelai said dropping and catching the knife with one hand. The old man always trying to be her pseudo father figure. Which she appreciated for the most part, he was just looking out for her best interests and his as well while they worked together. But he seemed just as numb to their assignment as her.

"That isn't what I meant," He moved his hand to scratch the front of his neck.

"Huh?"

"Cheelai I know what's going on, i'm not that old."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know exactly what i'm talking about, you are acting just like a moody teenager."

Growling she caught the knife with one hand and pointed the dull edge at him. "I am just fucking bored alright now drop it." She could feel her irritation growing by the moment as Temo just stared at her from the side.

"You can try and lie about it but I know you are lonely, you haven't seen a certain saiyan for several weeks now." While normally his questions wouldn't bring out this type of attitude with her she found herself highly agitated by it. "Was there something more that i'm missing, I thought you two were just in a physical relationship."

His dismissal of her rela- no… it was just physical. "If you mean I won't have the prior luxuries I did before then I guess yes." She added in a pouting huff, turning her head and nose up at him.

"Heh, you miss that boy something fierce. What is it about him aside from all the fun you two had that made him so special for you? He was always quite the cold one, never even sharing a single quiet moment when we ran across him. It was all fight, fight, and more fighting then sleep and eating." He kicked his chair forwards so that he could rock and balance on the rear legs. "So why are you so strung out about not having him around?"

"Like you'd get how a woman feels when in this situation." Trying to deflect the obvious prodding, because she shouldn't have an answer.

If she admitted the truth then she would have to bare with that truth for the rest of her life. Pretending it wasn't there would make the reality of it much easier to bear. "I just got used to his presence and I'm just a little sad to not have him around."

"I'm sure you got plenty of that presence for two lifetimes already." Temo snickered making Cheelai's face turn a deep shade of purple. "You think I didn't hear all of those times? It's why I brought two scouters."

"Pig." She growled at him but it lacked any real harshness to her voice as she couldn't really tell him off. Afterall she snuck away with Broly thinking they were out of earshot. They clearly weren't.

"So… why don't you just go and see him again instead of all this angst you are showing off. Quite frankly i'm baffled why you are so upset." he smirked as she just crossed her arms over her head and just glared at the wall away from him. Her bottom lip pouting as she was more than ready for this day to be more over than it already was.

"Yeah how about I just go and find him, since he left me no clues and no messages. I'll get right on that." Rolling her eyes she released a frustrated sigh.

Temo laughed as he pulled up one of his scouters from his reservers. "Well I do." A chuckle escaped him as he offered her the scouter that apparently held the information of Cheelai's hidden lover. "If you recorded the transmission audio while we were on patrol you could easily find out where he is and fortunately for you… he's only one star system away."

Cheelai looked to the scouter back to him, perhaps this was some kind of joke but her fellow partner gave her no such indication. Yet she wasn't going to act like the starving child, no absolutely not. She had to act natural about it and not give him that satisfaction. Taking it from him she brought it up to her eye, her eyes focusing on the lines of text and recorded logs quickly unfolding in front of her.

Nothing showing at first as she scoured through hundreds of codes and data sources that were nothing to her. Having done this so many times while looking for information she could read the code with barest the second of time passing.

But her mind quickly wondering why Broly hadn't contacted her if it was true that he was just a star system away. Granted he wasn't the most tech savvy of people or the kind to carry a scouter. But as she continued to pursue through logs she saw something.

B moved to Section 7 Beta Gamma: Isolation: Training:

Contact: Restricted: Access Elite Only

Break- Break

Staff relocated: Control Limited: Emperor Removal of Non Essential Personal

Advise- Entry Codes…

"Yep.. Looks like that guy of yours didn't want to be alone either." There's being a few signals coming and going but no doubt he's not happy out there himself either. They put him all alone again so that he could focus on his training." A grim smile on his face as he shook his head. "I don't know whether they are punishing him or…"

He watched as Cheelai got up from her seat without hesitating and took off down the hallway. "Heh well at least we have a few days leave. I suppose it'll do the girl some good, Broly too I suppose."

…

Cheelai ran to her spacepod. Even if they were on a 'mission' it didn't prevent her from leaving and she very much doubted anyone was going to be double checking to see if she. A lower scout was still on guard duty, with all of the other things going on in the universe who would care about her?

"Broly…" She whispered her heart race picking up as she imagined seeing him again.

She had been the first one to truly befriend him, and show the lumbering brute that there was so much more to this life than the loneliness he had experienced from his childhood. Their fun flirting had turned her into a more adventurous woman.

Broly was a wildfire and she was doing her best to dance around its edges, it was all so exhilarating, dangerous, and gave a rush of euphoria that she simply could not leave without. He had been taken from her, granted it wasn't her choice whether he stayed or not, but she still didn't want him just being picked up without some way of having a way to say good-bye or at least knowing what he was doing.

Cheelai hit up the engine and punched the coordinates in and set off for Broly's location. The next sector wasn't too far away. Enough that she wouldn't even need to consider a deep sleep state.

TIme flashed and it was barely several hours later as she began to descend down to the surface of the planet. Immediately as she looked out it took her back to the world that Broly had described to her.

The world was closer to the systems sun and while not devoid of life it wasn't a rich paradise world either. Harsher elements but nothing as cruel as a molten slag world or one made of solid ice without the barest peaks of sunlight. Cheelai's presence on the base she arrived at was barely acknowledge, but she wasn't completely dismissed. Few soldiers would tell another soldier what to do provided they knew exactly with whom they were dealing with. Though the position as a recon scout wasn't low it certainly wouldn't grant her any favors either.

Passing through the base's complex she flicked on her scouter and let the device do what it was designed to do. But as she did so she bit into her bottom lip, controlling herself from getting over eager and also possibly disappointed as she couldn't exactly detect Broly's unique energy. His power was massive but from what she could tell… He wasn't here at the base, there were roughly fifty lifeforms that registered and that was quite the telling sign.

Why in the great lord Frieza would they dump Broly here? The place didn't need protecting, nor did it have some vast threat to the empire. So why?

Cheelai continued further into the base, the maze like structure a minor irritation as it was built into a mountain outcropping. It was nothing special, just a base to house men and material, making her way into the communications wing which also housed the main relays to the system she noted only three operators in the room.

The non essential personnel thing appeared to be in effect as she knew that this was mostly the busiest room in any base asid from the mess hall. Requiring communications, messages, orders, and everything else from the coming and going of spacecraft to be routed through here. The lack of soldiers was just quite the oddity, and she might begin to question why.

But her question was answered as she felt the entire ground beneath her feet begin to rumble… starting off as nothing more than a heavy vehicle passing by one's feet, then to a light shake to where one might not find purchase in a rocky outcropping… Then the techs in the room braced as if what was going to be coming next was absolutely expected.

Cheelai almost flipped as the entire facility jostled by a massive earthquake. Her reflexes saving her from a most embarrassing fall. Then…

Nothing.

"Clear." One of the operators stated before resuming their day to day tasks. As if NOTHING had just happened.

"What the hell was that?" Cheelai said earning a look of 'are you stupid' from those at their positions. But they saw her armor and markings, though they didn't exactly know why a recon soldier was t their post. They didn't really have the wherewithal to ask more, afterall, who really cared?

"Just Subject B, he's been shaking the world off and on every few hours. I don't know why the fuck they sent him here but this shit is irritating."

"Whose subject B?"

"Fuck if I know, just some dumb hairless monkey that Lord Frieza wanted dumped here for some reason." Another added. "The only positive is that he's on the other side of the world, if he were around us we'd be dealing with so much more shit, aside from the base rocking and moving we're fine. But since you're new here don't be going out there in the wilds. Who knows if he'll kill you."

Why? Broly just doesn't kill people like that, especially if they were soldiers… "Maybe they brought you here to help scout and keep an eye on him because the last recon squad they sent out to investigate what was actually going on ended up being annihilated before they ever made contact."

One of the men inside laughed morbidly amused, "I think they made contact. The poor fuckers were just led in like lambs to the slaughter."

"Begs the question why they were sent out. I mean what was their plan?" Another questioned.

"Who knows but i'll say…"

Cheelai ignored the endless barrage of pointless stories about the men who had come before, and just been sent out into an apparent angry saiyan. Though, she couldn't understand why Broly was doing this. Sure she understood a bit of his past where he had been found but that didn't add up to the amount of insanity she was hearing from the other soldiers.

"What happened?" She mumbled, her hand running through her hair as she made her way to one of the exits. She had to find him, she wanted to know what was going on.

There was a spark in the air as she took off, her scouter unable to tell her anything as she turned it on. Attempting to scan for power levels all that happened was the numbers on the lens flashed and began to go erroneous. It was going haywire, whatever power was around was overloading its ability to register it. Her eyes looking through the small patches of green forest and dirt brown rock. Her hand gripping the front of her suit as she began to worry as the world opened up revealing massive craters, looking like hundreds if not thousands of meteors had impacted on the planet's surface. Some reaching only a few feet into the ground others a few meters. It terrified her to imagine what was happening.

Had there been a war here? Or maybe something worse? But then again why had the orders removed so many people and the soldiers stationed so completely dismissive of the fact that the world was apparently being torn apart?

Cheelai continued for several minutes until the air began to feel electrified and then quickly suffocating. Like a thick wool blanket had been wrapped around her very body and dragged her down to the surface. Her throat began to constrict and she had force herself to breathe.

Why was it so hard? What was going on? Coughing she let herself fall to her knees as the very oxygen felt like molasses in her mouth.

Then she saw a pair of green tipped white boots standing in front of her. Someone had found her. But as she looked upwards she felt more weight almost being forced down upon her as even on her hands and knees she found everything becoming heavier.

A thick and familiar saiyan leg was attached to that boot as she looked upwards and saw a green fur swinging from his waist. Her eyes felt as if she were trying to look into the very sun, squinting as the pressure forced her eyelids to react against her will. A bare chest that was far more enlarged revealing oh so familiar scars that she knew by heart.

But there were no black locks looking down at her, a mess of green and yellow hair rising up into spikes that seemed to be almost a skyscraper to as she was felt herself being smothered into the ground.

It was all coming from Broly, though it also wasn't as a pair of soulless white orbs looked down at her. His lips flat and neutral, there was nothing crying out in need or desire that she found there. It was empty, like a void. Her hand reached for him with trepidation as her every action felt a thousand times harder. Straining herself to try and grasp him, wondering what had consumed her lover in such a way.

"B-Br...Broly." She rasped out in a meek whisper, her gloved hand barely grazing the top of his boots as he stared down at her.

But he said nothing, his eyes just looking down at her before moving one hand. His hand grasping her by the collar and picking her up from the ground before breathing in her smell. His nose touching her green skin in a way that instantly turned her body on despite the circumstances.

Then everything vanished, the weight, the crushing aura simply ceased and she was met with the crushing force of her lover's lips against her own.

She was exhausted and could barely lift her own hands to hold onto him as his aggressive onslaught ravaged her mouth. His tongue swallowing hers practically. It was so feral and passionate, but it also terrified her. Growling as his mouth covered her own nearly stopping her from breathing.

If her doubts were that he had missed her, had been a gross understiamation.

She could scarcely draw breath and her weak whimpers were unable to break through his tongue as her eyes rolled back into her head. A retreat from her body as the oxygen needed to form a coherent thought was given up just to sustain her own bodies existence.

Giving up to darkness she missed as Broly broke away and found her neck biting through the purple spandex but not leaving any mar's her skin in the process. The elastic armour pulled down to expose her body more to his ravenous nature.

But the saiyan felt her pulse even as he was slow, her body not reacting… there had been something that had gone wrong but he did not understand what it was. His mind lost in a bestial nature could not picture her unconsciousness as a result of his actions. He did the only thing a beast could with his prize.

A guttural grunt, his teeth nipping at her to see if it might spark a reaction, his hands squeezing at her backside and running through her hair. Why did she not wake? Why did she sleep?

Cheelai was here but she wasn't… and Broly tucked her limp form and blasted across the planet to find the lone refuge in a single cave… It was the only thing he could remember to do when he was a child. Without thought or reason he retreated to the only thing he knew taking a piece of something he had been missing with him.

R&R

Kerghan