Chapter 4: When words...
A/N: For my reviewers, are you interested in a romance story or do you want this to be about fun smut? Just curious, as people aren't reading the story parts more than they are the smut.
Broly couldn't contain it, he couldn't stop himself. He was sitting back his fingers tapping nervously and repeatedly against the skin of his arms.
This nervous twitch had been going on for almost half an hour and he it didn't seem to be stopping.
Cheelai had remained unconscious on the ground in front of him, he didn't recall her being here but he had obviously lost control and found her. At first he'd imagined that he'd just overwhelmed her, it wouldn't have been the first time something like this had happened. Of course.
He'd been in control those times now seeming long ago, but as she refused to make any sounds other than her soft breathing he hadn't had anything to ease the guilt in his mind.
That alone was eating away with him, she'd come dangerously close to him and survived. There had only been his father who had managed to survive while he had been lost within himself. No one else had ever been that close to him and not come out of it unscathed. In that bestial mode he only cared about fighting, feeding, and all around chaos. Everything else on this world could be discarded without a second thought, he didn't care about women or children. Hell it didn't matter if they were a threat or a faint spec in the winds. Broly just did what he wanted, and now as a result of his completely lack of control had left him here.
They hadn't shared any real time since his recent departure, he hadn't considered the possibility of him being so wholly separated from her after so recently getting her back. She'd appeared so vibrant after she had returned from a rejuvenation tank. His concern had conjured a reaction he hadn't experienced and still he wasn't sure if he did understand it now, but he didn't want to hurt her, that was the truth that he could feel inside of himself.
Since he had brought her back to his makeshift accommodations, he'd been recovering his mental strength, but as the minutes turned to an hour and hours into more hours it began to wear even more upon his mind. The notion that he had killed her, made him hate himself.
When had she come? Why did he not stop?
And now he moved to sit down by her side.
"Cheelai?" His voice a strained whisper, his hand brushing down her arm as she laid on her side in a recovery position.
Nothing.
His hand raked down from his forehead, as she refused to speak to him. THe silence unnerving him as she still did not move.
"Haahhhh" Cheelai's lungs let out a soft cry in distress that snapped his focus completely as he imagined that she was truly in pain.
"Cheelai, speak to me." He almost pleaded again but to his great shame, the woman did not wake, and the prospects of his dwindling sanity returning were becoming less and less. Everything about how he felt towards this woman only made him more unhinged, this usual cynic in him would find it easy to mock her for being weak, hell even taunt that she failed to withstand a minimal amount of his strength.
Yet despite what he knew, Broly had only felt worse, that he had exposed Cheelai to that uncontrollable side that she had never yet to witness. From where the simple acting of touching could almost be equivalent to death, there had been no playfulness, tenderness in his actions. With a single broken moment of clarity Broly had rushed at her with the idea of her being another piece of his wild imagination, yet as he had tried like so many times before he found her not to disappear from his hands and mind, he had tried to convince himself that she was real by tasting her and through his own madness had discovered that truth.
It was an act of pure aggressive possession, it was tearing at him and he had little if any personal experience when dealing with outside base emotions. He was at his most vulnerable mentally when transformed, unlike Cheelai who could wear her emotions on her sleeves and could attempt to quell his distrust and confusion when there were moments when he found himself uncomfortable. Though he could be there to protect her physically, he had no way of doing what she did for him.
Where she might be helpless to ever be able to be there for Broly in a fight, it was the mirror opposite when he tried to handle the untapped whirlwind that flourished within his own heart and mind. Through her gentle caresses, to teasing words, and devious lips and tongue she had found something in the saiyan that was just as uncontrollable as his power.
Broly felt truly weak in this moment, helpless that despite their vast differences of him being that powerful warrior without equal and well deserved arrogance and she the smaller soldier who relied upon a blaster had taken something from him. He was hopelessly lost without her but completely charmed like a pet even though his mind tried to tell him otherwise.
Just fun, she's amusing, why not enjoy myself? He'd told himself while thoroughly kissing her lips as they shared their bed together, but those words held just as much weight as the air in his hand.
He'd wanted to remain that way.
That allowing himself to be twisted up with her was embarking on territory that he'd dared not set foot on. The battlefield was one thing, but a woman and a 'relationship', that was something she had shown him.
Broly did not view the world like any other soldier in Frieza's army, born to destitute settings, starving, and a constant struggle to survive until his late teens. There was not a shop to buy food, or first aid to be given from a box. Food had to be killed and eaten, the taste alone made one gag until he could stomach it like a thick pus syrup. If he were to be injured there would be no rejuvenation chamber, only discarded chitin and skin from the corpses to patch his wounds. He'd grown accustomed to all of it, fighting day in and day out until he was nothing more than a beast himself.
Then she came…
He was suffocating inside of his own mind, focusing on everything but himself, wondering that if he was not as wholly immune to the effects of the universe, in reality he might of just been as mentally weak as those who had once stood before him.
Every since their first night, Broly had given up inhibitions, because he hadn't seen a way to alleviate his own physical need for her. Expecting that after one night she might not have such brazen courage to come back to him, and that he having gotten his fill of her would walk past without another thought. But, that hadn't been the outcome, the devious creature had come and given him more than just a dull ache for more. Turning him into a raging beast who had her shoved against a wall fucking her without remorse against the cool cave floor. Doing everything to be unnoticed by the rest of Frieza's army with the little distraction that she wa.
Broly raked a hand over his eyes, his eyes focused on her unmoving form.
Why did he not doubt she'd find him…
But just like that he'd been sent off world and there had been no way for him to reach out and tell her. Perhaps just a simple mission but he'd been taken away for almost several weeks. The days becoming less entertaining and more frustrating as no one could tell him when he was going back.
The image of her floating in the rejuvenation chamber…
When the moment of his insanity had gone only to find her nearly broken in his arms, instead of the protective embrace that he'd shared with her. She'd not responded falling limp in his arms as if she were dead.
It'd taken seconds for him to gain control over himself, and he was filled with shame. Trying to imagine that he'd been the one to do her so much harm. The notion of taking her from this world because of his own power had chilled his blood and riddled him with warped thoughts of what he could've done.
Broly's fingers reached out to touch the side of her face. Cupping the delicate green skin with a few moments of idle longing imagining that he'd done some irreparable damage to her and that he would no longer be able to have such a luxury for much longer. Cheelai's eyes though did not remain still, there was a soft flutter but nothing more than that.
The silence was still there but the faintest of whimper escaped into the air as the warrior beside her had heard something that broke his fears. Covering her tiny hand with his own, letting his calloused and rough fingers and giving it a gentle squeeze.
His lover's hand flinched and Broly's heart buried itself in his throat, as he felt her hand curling ever slightly against his own. Relief flooded his veins and he brought his head down to her cheek and breathed against her, a sigh… of relief from his own self created torment.
She would be alright…
Learning one crucial and essential lesson when in the galactic army was one thing, know what can kill you, and she had quickly learned that even Broly who had some measure of her trust was still more than capable of doing just that.
And Broly was quite possibly that greatest test.
Where she had been up until that point had taken her all her strength to even look, she could feel the raw fluctuating energy around her. The recollection of her past few moments of consciousness returned to her as she was overcome by the beastial form that had been shown to her. It'd been the first time she had witnessed it's full power, a chilling demonstration that she know would be in her nightmares because of how it had overwhelmed her in so many ways.
Her eye opened as she stared into the lower jaw of her of her vaunted lover. He had taken a position to watch over her, though clearly she could see with certainty that Broly was beside her. Her fears had quickly been abated as she was held by much smaller arms.
Cheelai's fingers were against his cheek and she caressed it softly finding the rumble from Broly's mouth to be a welcome relief though she could not imagine the effect it had upon the saiyan beside her. The moment lasting briefly, curling her upwards into his lap, with gentleness and bringing her closer to his warmth.
The silence remained in the air as Broly held his lover to his chest. His eyes staring down at her head that laid so closely to him. She had regained her strength as her hands steadied against his beating heart.
"Are you back with me?" her voice soft, lacking its usual edge towards him.
"I am," He replied to put her at ease, his posture reflecting his concern in this situation, unconsciously he felt a deeper bite of guilt as he knew his actions had crossed a very deep line, he'd actually truly hurt her.
"You scared me," Cheelai admitted becoming breathless as she was a mixture of fear and uncertainty. "Will you tell me what happened?"
Broly couldn't bring himself to tell her, what was a man supposed to do when he was lost within a deep vacuum of power and harmed his woman because he could not control it. Broly had never tried to pay much attention to the vivid feeling of his incredible power that coursed through his veins, dismissing the need for safety and living for a rush of unbridled heightened adrenaline that was no match to anything… up until now. It was pathetic that in all of his years alive he had barely been able to once control himself just enough to know when to stop without his instincts overriding his base mind.
Cheelai still awaited his reaction, there was no real way to telling how he was handling what had happened, her question was answered as he pressed his lips against her hair.
"I couldn't stop…" Broly said, his fingers running through her white tresses, his dark orbs looking beyond towards the wall as he didn't want to admit what he knew to be painfully true. "I just… there wasn't any reason to control myself."
The green skinned woman nodded in his hands, her purple eyes now looking at the way his throat bobbed up and down in front of. He was very uncomfortable, but she didn't want him to be angry with himself, it broke her heart to see him like this, it wasn't his fault completely. She had rushed out to find him unprepared but still the visage of that massive figure the one that lurked beneath his surface made her truly afraid. She very well could've been dead.
"Broly" She whispered, her lips pressing together. "What happened?"
Broly shook with her words, they were damning him all at once. "I don't know." His tone low. "I just can't stop myself!" He was completely frustrated with him, as he curled his fingers possessively around her small body.
"Would you have killed me?" She asked tentatively, feeling the possessive grip forming around her limbs once again. "Tell me… Tell me the truth."
She hadn't imagined it.
The idea that the man who had carried her in his arms who could be the same one who might've crushed her to death or even have wrung her neck.
"I… I don't…" He didn't want to tell her, the painful truth. There were tears beginning to form in her eyes, though he did not see her face he could smell the salt in the air.
"You don't what?... Broly you almost killed me." Her composure slipped as her hands gripped the ones holding him.
"Cheelai…" Broly growled as he felt her so close to crying, he didn't want to see her tears, that would be another wound he could not bear. "I didn't want to hurt you."
"Damnit Broly! Answer me!"Cheelai cried at him, her hands shoving at him, knocking him backwards as he was caught off guard. The prospect of death made her almost hysterical, she was a soldier and accepted it, but not from him.
It couldn't have been him.
She had let him in like no other person, even for the minor prospects of their relationship that existed she believed that he wasn't some heartless cur, he and she might be lovers, and the fact that he had been the one to nearly end her because of a lack of control had broken an unwavering feeling that she had with him.
"What the hell do you want me to say!" Broly shouted as he grabbed at her wrists.
"That you didn't mean to kill me, that it wasn't really you!" She said angrily. "You and I we're supposed to be together, so why would you almost kill me! Do you not really care!"
Broly said nothing, because there was no word or answer as to why.
He did care, but he didn't know why he had nearly killed her. Inside he knew her energy, her presence, scent. All of it. As a warrior he knew what was his and what was not. But for a man who lived a near solitary life up until these past few months becoming ever more reliant on this little creature to assuage a growing need inside of him. He thought that it wasn't anything beyond them sharing a good mixture of fun and pleasure, but until now he couldn't keep himself fooled.
She was different, fearless but playful. She amused him and spoke to him unlike any other woman he had met before since being in this army.
But it wasn't that she was just beautiful, she was quick witted and unwilling to back down. Yet to his subconscious she might've been nothing, she was just another source of quick rage to be removed by a blast of his ki.
His silence only ground on Cheelai's nerves. "I can't believe this." Her voice becoming tired as she sucked up her tears. Finding them wasted. He was cold and unfeeling like a wall until she had started her games.
Trying to pull away from Broly, to stand up and create some space she found herself unable to move from Broly's grip. "Let me go, now… Please…"
"No," He couldn't let go of her, not now, he felt his entire body burning and incapable of letting her go, it was compelling him, he did not want to see her go or her face looking at him in such a way. His grip only tightened making Cheelai's face contort in pain.
"I said let me go!" She shrieked her voice catching Broly off guard before jerking one hand free and smacking him across the face.
To her surprise Broly's grip faltered completely and she pulled away. Completely stunned that she had not only made him release her but that she had actually struck him.
His mind just couldn't process any of this.
What was he doing? He'd never been smacked before, especially not by her in this manner. It was because it was her, those glowing eyes that made him want to hate himself.
Broly phased to his feet, one hand gripping the side of his head, running his fingers through his hair as he desperately wanted this 'thing' inside of him to stop hurting, it was making him go mad! "I can't… I can't…" Broly tried to speak the words, feeling that he had to speak but at the same time craved that he didn't have to say a word.
Cheelai's face fell from anger to sadness as she became unnerved because of him, what had quickly been a flash of anger and frustration melted away as she felt concern.
"Broly, please… talk to me…" She begged to know what was going on. A part of her that once felt distrustful as he refused to utter a simple apology or explanation for his actions was pained at seeing how he struggled to handle himself.
"Why?" Broly asked, unwilling to look at her.
"Because dammit!" She shouted her face a mixture of both confusion and anger as she came back towards him. "Because I care about you, I want to know if you're okay."
"I'm fine. I'll just go…" Broly stated ready to just depart, he wanted to isolate himself. To not have these struggling emotions that tore at him. He didn't understand why she said she cared, what was the point, he wasn't injured or hurt. But… he just had to be away from her.
"Please…" Cheelai's voice locked up his legs, she came closer to him and put her hand over his shoulder. The familiar affectionate way she touched made him was maddening to him.
Broly scowled though he did not remove her hand. The feelings that she was able to create just through the gentle caress of her fingers were an overwhelming force. Much like his hidden power inside of him compared to what he was feeling he did not know which was truly stronger right now, he wasn't sure about anything right now.
Cheelai had struck him, pulled away from him, that had had made him hurt more than anything else he had felt in his recent years. The notion that she might recoil away from him and leave him behind was tearing him apart more than the previous notion of her possible death.
This was all too much!
Why did it hurt, care, need, and want soo much! His breathing increased as he struggled to place what was happening. A warrior and a saiyan like him wasn't supposed to need anything, becoming attached was pointless as he'd lose it like all the rest. But this…
He didn't ever want to end this feeling with her.
"Are you alright?" Cheelai's eyes looking now directly at him as she touched his face and brought his vision down to hers, the emotional turmoil still boiling through him.
He shook his head, nothing about this was right… what was happening to him?
Cheelai watched the struggle and her heart paused as she could see real truth, Broly truly didn't know. Just like before… Her Broly didn't know how to handle himself, he didn't deal with stress like other people, articulating what he meant and doing things because he knew no better, even if he had unintentionally hurt her. There was a fierceness to it, but he stopped because of her. Protected her and cared for her.
"Broly…" She told him her voice becoming shaking as a quick wash of guilt crashed over her. Pulling her head down to her shoulder. "It's okay, i'm not going to leave you…. I just overreacted."
He did care, he didn't want to hurt her.
She didn't let herself start crying again, once was one time too many.
….
It took several hours, both parties had significantly calmed down. These new thoughts and emotions he was currently experiencing still left him with a healthy amount of unease. In his entire life, there had been very few things that made the saiyan spend a great deal of effort handling. Normally several seconds, literally deciding on how his entire would go.
He'd only been a warrior, and what he was beyond that everything else wasn't significant. But this woman, a small frail thing had taken everything he had once believed and made it…
Pointless.
His mind was plagued with her soft thighs and she walked and moved around him, covered in that short mini skirt style armor that clung to her body like second skin. Those short white tlocks that hung just around her ears and teased the back of her neck.
Why, why do I care?
It was both terrifying and humiliating to him.
Broly had never cared about anyone before, but ever since this woman had trickled her way inside of his life. He'd become intune with her as if she were apart of him.
The only thing he'd ever tried to enjoy was the few nights of passionate tangled up in sheets with her. They had both been nothing but strangers, owing one another nothing. She was just a lower reconnaissance soldier in the army. He was just a ruthless warrior who was put only into action when needed, but the stronger he appeared the less and less work he received.
There wasn't some life beyond this, the only thing that was certain that eventually both of them would die…. And that was it.
Both had remained silent while the calm settled down, the blowing winds coming from outside of their small cave only serving as a reminder that the rest of the world still had continued on.
"Broly do you want to be with me?" Her gentle words, already singing her siren's cry before he could hope to refuse to answer. "I.. this… I want it, but I wonder if you want it." Shifting in his lap she looked at him and as insane as it was he had wanted to spit out the truth to her.
Yet something told him he couldn't, her affections were intoxicating and he felt conflicted, because he enjoyed them. He liked being around her, talking with her, eating with her, and everything else. Even if they were minor things, he found himself knowing a great deal more than he should about her.
Cheelai's attentions left him feeling in a way that he did not wish to be separate from her, like he owed her something. But he finally gave in, nodding his head, his eyes peering down to see a smile shining across her face.
"Because I want to be you, those weeks when we were aparte. I just felt empty and I needed you close to me…" She pushed upwards planting her lips against his own, dragging her tongue teasingly across his bottom lip asking for entrance. Broly did as she asked, the soft pressure of their tongues melding together.
However, Cheelai could feel the difference between the man holding her now. While harboring inside the body of a warrior, he was still naught but a child when dealing with others and emotions. He didn't have lover's, merely copulating for the fun of it. Though she might be jealous as to not be his only lover, there was nothing quite like having him be the one who pursued her favors.
"Broly…" She breathed against his lips, feeling herself beginning to heat up as she felt his hands pulling at her armor. Clutching at his neck as she arched while in his lap, eager to remove her clothes, but not to pull herself from that delicious warmth around him.
The saiyan growled, the action heating up her blood, as he pushed her back, grinding his swelling cock against her wet pants. The liquid pooling out of her body could already be felt through the skin tight fabric. But he surprised her, instead of ripping off her clothes and tearing into the main course without a thought of foreplay. Broly laid her on the ground and let his mouth travel down her neck towards her chest. His tongue flicking out to taste the salt forming around her shoulders, it was soft and tender.
An animal apologizing to its close mate through soft licks and caresses.
Broly's mouth latched to one of her ripe peaks, sucking fully on the purple nipple before switching to the other. Giving great care to not mare her skin as he would often do. His lips pushing against her voluptuous mounds before drawing long licks between the valley. Sending her the quiet message that he did want her. He wanted her to see that, because what he couldn't say with words he could tell her with actions.
His mouth traveled lower allowing his huge palms to continue caressing her aching breasts, with a delicate fondness and not rough grouping like a child at play. Satisfying his own desire to touch and feel her so close while still giving her his complete attention.
No one came before her.
She shook, one hand grabbing at the mess of black hair as he pulled away her pants and felt that hot warm breath rolling over her dripping heat. That small piece of her that had only been for him since they had met.
The arousal flooded his mind, telling him that she was craving him just as much as he was needing her. Noticing the way her hips rocked and shook trying against her mind's will to urge him to please her, it could only fuel the beast inside of him.
Grasping the back of her legs, and with minimal effort he lifted them up and spread her open. Letting that cruel tongue of his to swipe across the inside of her thighs and drip his own warm saliva over her burning core. Dropping down to run the soft underside of his tongue down her nether lips before rolling it back upwards once was just enough to unleash the monster.
"HOooo-! Brol-y!" She groaned, one hand squeezing those raven locks as the other pushed against the ground in vain to push herself closer to his mouth as he began to lick and taste her. Alternating between sweeping his tongue inside and sucking on her nub of pleasure he made her writhe and quickly begin to beg for him.
This wasn't the rough foreplay of making her cum for him because he wanted too, no this was all about pleasing her, to make her feel wanted.
Crying out as her head thrashed to the side, her hips rocking against that mouth, feeling that electric bolt of pleasure firing through her, just like her personal blaster her cries becoming more frantic as she bucked and thrashed.
Broly drank her pure desire as she came against his lips, his fingers holding her legs upright as her ankles kicked and flailed but he did not stop lapping at her sex until she mewled and cried for him to stop.
The long minute dragged as Cheelai rode that climax that drove her to near oblivion. Her fingers finally relaxed and her purple eyes looked down into those dark orbs that made her body build with more anticipation but she… wanted to change things up.
"Lay down." She told him, pointing for him to be on his back.
He did not have the will to refuse her as she straddled his waist, doing her best to widen her hips in order to let her knees touch the ground. Her fingers touched the head of his twitching member, the swelling veins telling her he was already close. Letting her fingers squeeze and roll her thumb across the circumcised cock released a small amount of white seed that leaked from his head. Pushing it down she sandwiched him between his abs and her womanhood dragging her juices in a mark of her territory over him from head to base.
Planting her hands on his chest to balance herself she felt him grunt in agitation.
Grinding their bodies together in a slow sensual pace, teasing her slickend pussy with more precum and her own nectar.
Lowering her hands to the ground she pressed her body flat against his own, the soft flesh of her breasts pushing into his chest letting her kiss and an nip as his own neck. The heavy grinding making the saiyan wheeze in frustration as she teased him, not allowing him to bury his thickness inside of her.
But she found his lips as she steadied herself not allowing Broly to find release. The kiss deep as she cradled his face in her small hands. Feeling the tightness of her ass being squeezed by his palms.
She was like no other woman.
This being, was something more to him.
But he did not know what it was, though he could not think further as she positioned herself to take him and in one fluid motion buried half of him inside of her.
Broly groaned finally tasting that rich heaven that was only his to have, she bit her bottom lip as she began to move overtop of him. Both of their arousal lifted through the air as her body began to sweat and glisten as his brow began to dampen. The framing of her womanly curves was on complete display for the man beneath her. She was so small he could fear that she might break, but she was almost created just for him. To tear the ragged pleasure from his body and push him into places he had not dreamt before.
Helping to guide her hips in a faster pace, his own desires having been left unfulfilled quickened his rapid end, the pressure inside of him tightened. Cheelai's hands found a perch atop Broly's knees that cradled her back as he began to thrust up into her, reaching deeper into her body as she pushed down. Their desperate cries mixing together as she felt his head punching into her womb.
The desire to find that moment of pure bliss together exploded as Broly's hands held Cheelai down cementing their hips together as he flooded her walls with thick busts of his seed. Cheelai's own climax rolled her eyes back as she felt herself floating but that was the moments she had before collapsing against his warm chest. Her body trembled, shaking against him as her walls continued squeezing and wrapping around him as if she intended on milking every single drop of him dry. Broly's nose found her neck breathing in her scent as she laid against him, her head just under the side of his chin.
As the rush of ecstasy finally ebbed away, Broly found himself wanting to say something. But what did she want to hear?
But there was a truth.
"I want this…" He whispered just loud enough for only her to hear him, her eyes turned towards him shinning with a new emotion that he did not know.
"Broly…" She said her bottom lip almost quiverly looking ready to cry from three simple words. "I-"
He didn't want her to talk. He kissed her, deeply, and wholly. Because he didn't want her to say something else. She already cared about him, wanted him, he could not handle anymore.
Because he could not handle anything more than this.
R&R
Kerghan