Chapter 6: Blinded

A/N: I know it's been awhile and with Go/Chi week wrapping up I finally worked enough to put out this next section for Cheelai/Broly. I do hope this gives you more of what the majority seem to like about this fic and the story that the minority like. Forewarning this will have some lemon in it.

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Broly's head was locked upright, the tight metal locking device held him in place in one of several small rooms that were allotted for him. The only other person who would be privy to his situation would be Frieza and his father. Drained of most of his energy as he was held up like some statue for the majority of his day. Unable to move or even scratch the tip of of his nose and remove this irritating sensation that had been consuming him for so long.

Yet remaining there he could feel the pain in his chest, as if his soul was being torn apart, trying to remind him with every heavy pound of his pathetic situation. As every time he attempted to let his senses drift and allow himself a moment of respite there was nothing but sharp electric jolts of pain that flowed from around his neck. The shocking pain not even close to the misery he felt, a crippling dilemma that had come into his life unexpectedly.

He wanted to ignore that pain, but the masochists who left him tied up only amplified it until he broke out screaming. Then, only then would it stop. A warm tickling of endorphins mixed with adrenaline was his only company for months. His guttural cries of agony showing that even he could be brought low, his pride in himself was pinned down behind a burning feeling that he had only experienced once before.

True Loss.

His saiyan senses were being frayed, for two long months he'd be left without an inkling of Cheelai or Teemo. He'd assumed after giving her just a piece of himself that they might find some common ground, that there would be a way to move forward, even if he was-though unwilling to admit- that he was afraid of the unknown- trying to picture that she and him might not see each other again, that there was hope between them.

But those doubts, that scenario that had been created within his mind had become an actual reality, and there wasn't anything that he could do, a part of him refused to accept it, but his mind, his mind was giving up on the prospect of her, that they were never going to be seeing each other again.

There were very few times that Broly could recall such powerful feelings boiling up into him, though not consumed with terror he was ashamed and embarrassed at what he had become. The proud visage he had created had evaporated in the originally lonely boy who'd been discovered and discarded just as fast.

As the spikes of electrical pain rose upwards awaiting Broly's cry which would come outwards as he couldn't resist the painful bolts that now coursed through his veins like molten fire, bearing his agony to the confines of his solitary cell.

But now, remaining ever the small statue that he'd become, retreating back into the dislocated parts of his mind, Broly found himself back where everything was back to normal. He wasn't being drowned in this black hole of depression and pain.

Peace…

Broly's ragged eyes snapped open as he found himself choking on his own tongue and as his eyes were wracked with the bulging veins from his mind it let in hopes of passing out or grant him rest eternal.

The sound of laughter.

It wasn't real, but that spark caught him like a line shining through the cracks of a dirty window.

But that couldn't be…

Could it?

She laughed again, her body appearing in front of him with that same, releasing that teasing sound as she strutted herself around in an effort to tease him. But as he blinked again, she spontaneously moved to the side of him, her lips feathering her voice into his ears.

Broly's jaw felt slack, his once sharp and defined features were loose as he looked over the small woman that had been on his mind for so long. The sleep deprivation and pain were obviously getting to him. Yet she touched him, and the sensation of her fingers running up and over his coarse skin as if she were exploring more than just his body. Caressing his pained soul, exercising the ghosts that had invaded his mind to haunt him.

Remembering the way she smelled, of sweet fruit and honey, it was a sin of its own to have it wafting through his nose. There was nothing quite like her smell that would no doubt linger with the man hours of sweat and sperm that had dripped from her for days on end.

Yet as this moment of time slipped away, the jaw of his Cheelai and the outline of her purple eyes were all he could make out of her face. Like pieces of a puzzle that were not complete.

There were so many, many nights where he could remember drinking from those soft teasing lips. No matter their position he could by instinct alone feel where her lips were, and how he could just look and find his little temptress accepting and warm eyes, it was truth without a spoken word, that she had no fear of him and welcomed him without question.

The deja vu was overwhelming him when he felt her sneak closer, offering him a tongue on his cheek and moving towards his mouth, that sensation in which she had come to taste him, and begin the not so subtle task of asking him, that he was ready for their nightly activities. It was thrilling to find her always there for him and how much his heart could race as he made his way to whose room or quarters it would be for the lovers to finally have some time together.

Her cunning had always taken him by surprise, never once finding her backed into a corner or in a situation that she might not be able to wriggle her way free from his clutches. While he had attempted to charm her like a saiyan would any woman, she had in turn given him the same feelings, feelings that he still yet to understand.

Like a student before a teacher… Their roles reversed, as she showed him things that were beyond the primitive and basics.

"What's the matter?" Cheelai whispered as she wrapped her arms around him. Feeling the tightness of their bodies pressed together…

His lips stopped as he sucked at the hidden nape of her neck, the warm thrumming of her pulse that just lingered at the edge of his tongue. Though desperate to begin ravishing her, he was put off by the sounds of her voice. "Broly… can we do this… slow?" The timid whimper of Cheelai, her palms pressing against his proud chest as she followed the scars that guided her down his battle markings. "Just once, please?"

Broly had never been asked to take this slow, his entire experience-especially Cheelai- had been more, harder, and faster. Her small hands cupped his jaw, running upwards as she teased the edges of his cheeks. Offering him a warm smile, as she batted those alluring purple eyes at him. "Just for tonight."

"Fine," Broly said in a dismissive snort but, she could read through his words and not see the facade.

"Thank you," She kissed his brow in appreciation for the simple act, not that he felt that he needed one. Her fingers slipped from his face and pushed him, asking for permission with the gentle touch. He did so, without reluctance allowing her to be the one overtop of him. She wanted to take things slow and be in control.

"Don't make me wait," Broly warned with a grin, touching the back of her ankles with his hands while she spread her legs nearly to their limit to straddle his hips. "I don't like to be kept waiting," His rich tone making her blush as she was very familiar with how much she could go and tease him. Self control was one thing, but his tolerance only ran so deep. But she smiled a light flush of purple staining her cheeks as she felt his arm slide up further to her round green ass and squeezed it enough, to emphasize his point.

"I only do what I have too." She muttered, spreading herself down further as if to feel the roaring heat of his body under each different limb. "I just like being able to enjoy myself… you do make it a habit of turning me into a pretzel or rolling me into a ball… not that it doesn't feel bad, I just want to experience more…" Her hands pushed against his shoulders, rising upwards and allowing each other to enjoy the way the roles had been swapped.

Transfixed as Cheelai groaned, the full body stretched, able to feel her shudder as she released all of her tension and tightness from her limbs. Sending those very same feelings echoing through his body as she tossed her head backwards squeezing the soft mounds of flesh between her biceps, taking it all to another level as she sensually lathed her tongue out from her mouth and up and over her lps.

Ready to dine upon him, the white vixen brought herself back down and peppered his neck with soft petal brush kisses. This gentle nature, and deep caresses were always so different from how he found himself. Planting her lips against him before moving to find another spot that she had never graced with her lips. The small slip of her tongue to lick at one of his scars, the grooves that he wore as a sign of his prowess in combat left with a tingle as she dipped down further.

Never an innocent person, no soldier in Frieza's army was. But she was pure, genuine… and she was changing him.

Their relationship had shifted from the drunken pleasure escapades like young teenagers happily rooting around with one another. Their mouths and bodies consuming one another in a firestorm that both parties had never experienced.

When he'd dared to challenge her to a single night with him, not knowing that the unique colored female would actually take him up on his offer it had caught him off guard. But she was okay with his reply, there wasn't any room for extravagance, he was raw and the overwhelming passion, told her that he would indulge in her as long as he wanted.

She the simple and barely noticeable scout, he the powerful and destructive saiyan warrior.

Slipping into their roles of a man and woman trying to rip whatever pleasure they could from each other, the escape from reality into a drugged dream of euphoria.

"Broly…" She moaned, rubbing her head against his chest, as she brought her other hand down between his legs. "Tell me you want me…" Her lips pulling into a smirk as she scraped her teeth over one of his nipples making the saiyan snort though he could not stop his leg from twitching as she squeezed the base of his cock.

"Not… that… easily…" Broly moaned, a playful grin on his face as she looked up to him. "I don't… beg."

Her smirk remained as she began to grind against him. "Oh, but don't you?" Cheelai's simmering voice a tempting whisper. "We know how that game goes, saiyan."

"Fucking minx." He hissed as she began to stroke his and squeeze his manhood rhythmically. His one hand squeezing the back of her fleshy buttocks in reminder that he would only be teased so much.

Cheelai giggled as she felt the heavy pressure of his fingers, but knowing that he always had to be careful with her. Self control was key when handling him, and he with her. It was the ultimate game of cat and mouse. She dropped lower, finding herself a small perch between her saiyan's legs, the pressure of her fingers increasing as his erect shaft only swelled upwards, and that this massive pleasure was only hers.

"Hmm are you ready?" She whispered against his flesh, only breathing against the head of this thick erection. Just enough to make warm his heated skin with the dampness of her voice and promises of her rich mouth.

"Get on with it you damnable harpy!" Broly growled his eyes piercing down towards hers with enough venom to make any foe turn to stone. But she did not relent, merely moving to slide his cock between her soft squishy breasts. Using now both of her hands to rock her chest and trap the thickness between them.

His fists curled into the ground.

Opening her mouth to dribble just a taste of her warm saliva down upon his cock the promise of her tongue so close he could thrust up into her open moist cavern but refused despite his body ready to jerk out of his control. Cheelai only smirked wickedly when she saw him burning his glare into her, she loved touching him, marveling at just how bad, this boy could be.

Fitting the arm sized swollen manhood between her tits only made her thighs wetten with anticipation of a taught need roiling between her legs. Her pussy was ready to squeeze him dry, but she couldn't do that, not when she had been so graciously given such an opportunity. Playing with fire was only something she could do rarely, but as she squeezed her nipples together teasing her erect peaks against the head of his cock she felt the room begin to electrify from a spark of his ki that shot across both of them.

Laughing as she brought her lips finally around his swollen head, only able to take several inches of this middle arm of her lover before her jaw could go no further without her attempting to crack it another few hairs. Sucking him until she heard him release an erotic groan as she swirled her tongue upwards and greeted that faint taste of his delcious pre-cum.

"Fuck…" Broly seethed, his voice becoming hoarse. "You fucking witch!"

She only continued slurping loudly as she sucked the thickness between her tongues in a truly vulgar display, but feeling the way he twitched within her mouth only turned her on. The perfect amount as she felt that pressure building. Switching out to use both of her hands to rapidly stroke him from his base to her lips in a frenzied manner made the saiyan grab her head with both of his heavy palms and shove her face downwards.

Cheelai winced as her jaw stretched but she relaxed her throat as she was greeted with a flood from her lover filling her mouth, the thick delicious bursts of his cum only being swallowed down her welcome body.

That pressure diminished and she pulled free her lips dripping spit and his white spunk. "Oh, dirty boy, you were holding out on me."

Broly released a heavy breath of relief, "If you don't get my fucking dick inside of you I will pin you to this floor and fuck you with everything I have…. RIGHT NOW!" His voice shouting as this blasted temptress played with him, he loved and hated it at the same time. She was vicious as she was seductive and he doubted if he'd ever be tired of her.

"You're a poor threat maker, but i'll oblige my little saiyan." She muttered teasingly as she climbed herself up, dragging the tip of her wet sex over the vein of his cock and sliding it upwards between her silken nether lips.

Moaning, Cheelai could feel her body squeezing as she dragged her nub over his prick. Grinning down him wickedly as she saw the burning ferocity looking up at her, daring him to lose his control and take her in a primal manner. Normally she was the one helpless beneath him, but she challenged him, an open declaration to see who needed whom more?

She wrapped her fingers around his thick member teasing her clit just that little bit more as she rocked her hips against it. The deep reverberating growl and rising of Broly's hair told her that she would have to surrender her position soon if she kept rocking her hips back and forth over him.

But she did have mercy, pushing her hips upwards and then lowered her wet sex downwards. Her teeth gritting as she felt her poor tight pussy squeezing him as hard as it always did, the agonizing thickness had never gotten any easier. Bracing against his chest Cheelai felt Broly's hands grip her wrists tightly as she rose her hips up slightly pushed back down driving just that little bit more of him inside her in an agonizing rhythm.

"Cheelai…" He hissed, "More!" he demanding ready to just flip her backwards and begin crushing her with his mass if she did not start taking this seriously.

She ignored him still keeping just the first several inches buried in her body, never going even halfway down on with her hips, forcing a ragged cry from him as his fingers squeezed tighter against his wrists.

"Don't worry, i'll be nice." She mumbled approvingly coming to suck on his lower lip as she finally pushed herself lower, until she was melting against him. Her knees braced against his hips as he grasped the sides of her body. "Ahh, don't- I'm not-" She begged feeling what was coming next, but her words were a lie. She wanted it just as badly.

There was no treasured slowness, he bounced her hips up and down with both of his thick palms and pushing upwards with his cock at the same time, feeling the back of her womb kissing his thick head again, and again with rabid ferocity.

"BY FRIEZA! FUUUCKKK-!" She whined, her nails driving into his skin. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" She panted she felt him surging through her like a lightning bolt repeatedly striking ever single ounce of her nerves with burning pleasure.

Broly seized up his hips, watching as Cheelai's head threw back and howled in pleasure. Quivering uncontrollably, her soft tender folds clenching around his cock like a vice eager to be joined in her rapturous explosion.

Incredible…

Broly felt it, saw it, and smelled all of her. Her thighs spasming as he kept ramming inside of her like a fully revved piston engine, his sweaty body pressed tightly against her own until finally he spilled every drop of himself as he bucked his knees upwards to seal them together as he buried his nose against her neck.

Jabbing just enough with his twitching hips as he prolonged the state of their ecstasy until they finally were forced to come back down.

How… beautiful it all had been…

Broly was reawakened, his dreamless spite of pleasure returning him to the disjointed pain, the foreign tightness around his wrists, and spikes of pain crawling of his neck was a reminder that he had come from one nightmare… back to another.

There was no comfort to be had, only the teasing memory of her scent, and the absence of her ever being by his side again, the crackle of the pain spike that was wedged into the back of neck sent turned him back into a maddening scream.

Pain… it ended when the rage came, when he gave into his rage he would forget to feel… the butcher's nails hammered into his flesh would transform the most placid of creatures into nothing but a raging beast.

But he resisted, doing everything he could to not fall under the temptation of blinding rage… where he became a berserker craving nothing but battle alone he didn't wish to be seen as nothing more than a rabid dog who wished to flail about without purpose. His life had only been measured through combat, but up until he had met and experienced everything with Cheelai. There was something infinitely more powerful drawing him to her than he could ever explain.

His mind trying to avoid the piercing shards of the butcher's nail driving it's hard fought purpose into him. Having grown up only knowing what his father taught him, there was very little in the ways of both becoming a man… and understanding how to be one. A blessing and a curse, one he was himself and free from the influences that controlled the rest of the universe. But it also tainted him, his knowledge of basic things were beyond vague.

Cheelai told him what 'Okay' symbolized, she introduced him to some real food. He might've been alive and free, but he had yet to live, to revel in all of the good and bad that the universe had to offer him. Like a child who never learned how to share or play nice with others… that was a summary of his existence.

'You don't know anything, do you?' The teasing laughter of her voice reminding him of the times before all of this. How her bright illuminated eyes would show him understanding and compassion. She did not pity him, as it would be her honor to show him all that he had missed.

'You should take a vacation?' She laughed at him once before. He didn't know the word, while understanding taking it easy or relaxing as with most warriors after long periods of battle, he had never imagined simply going to some obscure location just to be idle and do nothing… the concept was beyond him.

Enduring the hellish challenges that life alone with his father had given him; turning him into one of the strongest and bravest saiyans, only to be quickly offered into the services of an overlord. The shadow of his old man never left him, the harsh disciplines and beatings that were just as essential as they weren't. Breaking him into nothing more than a walking weapon, his soul and childhood nothing more than the cruel challenges of survival of the fittest, everything that exemplified a saiyan.

The planet had taught him the ruthlessness of the universe and how it was governed even by mindless beasts that devoured the weak. Kill or be killed, leaving him scared when he overestimated himself, and hungry when he dd the opposite. The world itself was hell, creating demon like creatures that were not only his terror but also, his food. Drinking the insides until he was swollen with that orange slime… just how much of him was because of his own choices.

Spiking until Broly's eyes rolled back into his head, the guttural scream of the saiyan warrior filled the chamber. His body overriding his joyous memories with nothing more than rage, bringing the beast. The power that he could scarcely control to the forefront. When the only thing that mattered was fighting, spilling blood, and the eventual certainty of death.

Broly could only await the fate that would befall him upon Earth…

R&R

Kerghan

A/N: (The thing was an april fools joke, I hope no one took it seriously. I don't do this to make money, I do it cause I want you all to enjoy it and the reviews that I receive of how much people look forward too it and like it are all I want.)