Chapter 5: Balcony Gathering

A/N: It's been a few days since i've updated this story. I really hope people enjoy it, it's outside the norm for me as it's still building the world and characters. Though soon we'll dive into the meat of Kaka/Chi. I just hope that you all are liking the way its going.

Should've known.

Chi-Chi had enjoyed feasts before at Bardock's house accompanied by his purge team and his family, but never in all of her life had she bore witness to nearly fifty saiyans devouring food like it were a competition. Though, one might expect the females to eat with decorum, sadly as Chi-Chi watched even the Queen for all of her beauty and nobility she could inhale food just like the next saiyan.

The primary difference was, she used utensils. Gine, Caulifa, and Kale all ate like the men. One could swallow an entire chicken leg down to the bone or chug an entire pitcher of ale or beer in a single swig. As a caretaker she was permitted to eat alongside their house master. Though as she sat next to Kakarot who ate like a man possessed, she found it difficult to.

Her own plate was still mostly full.

Looking around, she watched as house Kabba looked across at Bardock's. An unspoken challenge, who had the weaker stomach. Bardock, Raditz, and Kakarot glared backwards between bites. Each time one side would spoon a helping onto their plate. The other would put two more. The cycle almost never ending.

Her eyes drifted as Nappa, the large bald saiyan, who ate beside the side of the Prince, did not join in the games as did the older scarred saiyan, Paragus, who ate in a quiet silence… looking to his side there was an empty seat.

Where is his son?

A hand touched her back causing her to jump slightly, the smaller features of its owner revealed Nevah, who was holding a large tray in her other hand. Large being normal to Chi-Chi, as Nevah was far smaller in size. The pink skinned woman motioning her with a finger.

Getting up from her seat with a look from Kakarot but as he looked towards Nevah he went back to eating. Paying the two no further mind.

"I have a small task for you…" The norlean said, handing her the plate. "Don't worry, I think it'll be good for you. I know you have never really enjoyed how the saiyans eat. Believe me I understand that feeling very well as I do not partake of meat."

Chi-Chi took the serving tray and looked to Nevah who smiled, "Lady Gine wants you to go and take this to her nephew. He's out in the back, perhaps you might give him some company and allow him eat? It would make the lady of the house happy." The human woman looked at the food and found it would barely suffice for a snack, but that wasn't her concern. The hesitation seemed to be there and Nevah gently touched her arm, "Don't worry the young son of house Paragus is very docile, he won't hurt you. If he asks you to leave just leave the food with him."

"Is that all?" Chi-Chi asked with a sigh. Nevah merely laughed and placed a hand on the woman's chest. "I thought it was good not to be noticed by the other houses, that keeping your head down meant that no one would want to take me?" Trying to avoid bringing herself into anyone else's mind didn't sit well with her. But as she looked at the most senior caretaker, she could see a warning in those eyes. It made a feeling fester inside of the young earthling. What was wrong with that?

"You would do good to befriend the other houses, should one day you become their property it would be best to be taken with positive thoughts in mind. Though House Paragus does not use caretakers, only slaves," The smaller woman looked away, "I know the minds of these houses Chi-Chi," Sighing she hoped to impart a small amount of the wisdom she had garnered, in a planet full of warriors what was one to be to those that were not? "I've not spent several years of service to not understand that House Paragus is to challenge House Bardock this year. An exchange could happen, or price could of title could be garnered from one to the other. It could be nothing, like Kabba shaving the head of Lord Nappa. Or..." Flicking towards Hellah the old caretaker of house Bardock. "You could lose something more, you have assurances with House Bardock. But them?" Casting a glance to the other houses. "There are no such things, befriend them, appease them, it might save your life one day."

Looking at the light pink eyes of the other woman, drowning out the sounds of the feast around them. "I ask you for your own sake, befriend the young Lord. Much like you have done with Kakarot." Her lips pulled into a smile, "Trust me, Chi-Chi. Much like Viv, I want to see you live a full life. As caretakers we are to always look out for one another, I would do the same for you as I hope you would do for me." Her voice dropping quieter to a whisper. "You and Viv are my only family. I don't want to see either of you hurt, or worse." Cupping her hand holding the tray, running her fingers soothingly over the younger woman's hands.

Chi-Chi averted her gaze slightly, the smaller pink skinned woman's words bringing her back to the reality that she had gotten comfortable in Bardock's house. She hadn't spent a year there and while she believed that Gine or Bardock wouldn't wish ill upon her she couldn't discount what another house might do to her if they ever had the possibility of owning her. "The younger saiyans are always easier to get along with and I've looked after Broly before. You'll be alright."

"Okay.. Okay." Chi-Chi finally relented, to which Nevah nodded at her. "Now where do I go?"

[***]

Sitting outside,his legs just dangling off a small railing that overlooked the castle grounds, a quiet, if not aloof saiyan remained away from the rest. There was no grand feast for him, he didn't want to be around the other saiyans and the further he was from his father the better.

A slight grunt escaped from his lips as he felt a headache burning from the thought.. Even thinking about his old man negatively caused him a mild degree of pain and frustration. No matter how he wished to curse at him or speak bile from his mouth he couldn't.

Being alone was so much more peaceful as he just maintained a glazed look in his eyes. The largest of Vegeta-sei's suns was slowly settling down as the smaller one had yet to rise on the other side, giving the aura of an evening sun. Yet it was only the afternoon Broly found the view of the the setting sun pleasing. His taller frame casting a long extending shadow back towards the palace doors where he had come.

The inner city that he could see from where he sat looked so… boring. So many people, all of them gathered around in their little homes. He could see the 1st class saiyans and how they acted around each other, even from almost half a mile away his vision gave him a clear enough picture.

They weren't like him, they were all boring, what point was there to what they did? Being fighters, traders, slavers, and purgers. What else was there truly to saiyan life?

Philosophical thought was rare among saiyans and for one like him even rarer as he clenched and unclenched his fists. Tracing the outline of the scars he had with one of his fingers, his eyes still focused on the saiyans on the outside. "Look at them… weak."

Looking through the females, his eyes showing no spark or intrest. Stocky frames, black spiked hair and a skin tone much like his own. Some were taller, others were thinner, and a few were bulky and more masculine. "Father will pick one, I do not want weak."

His father will still do it, an attempt to subvert him even further. Not that he wanted any of the other houses daughters, Caulifa was too spirited for Broly's liking. A female saiyan that defied those around her in order to gain power through games and trickery. He did not want a mate like that, leaving Kale, that broken little girl that nipped at the heels of her elder sister. She was more pitiful than he, no one would want her from the elite houses.

Then on top of those problems he would be forced to fight against House Bardock this year, another chance at winning a pointless title or a favor of the other house. Neither of which appealed to him, no doubt his dad would want him to take the prize of becoming the third house because of some pointless need to better himself.

"Wants to be a King, but wear a crown of thorns." Broly said in a dry tone, his father's aspirations succeeded anything else. Had the royal family conceived a daughter first instead of a son there wouldn't be any doubt that Paragus would've stopped at nothing to have his own name tied into the royal bloodline. It was pathetic, he often wondered if that was how his mother was? Did she care about power, titles? Or is that father?

Flicking his fingers outwards as he overlooked the city there came a soft padding of feet from behind him. Before they had even left the doorway he could smell everything, the food, the lingering aroma of Kakarot and Gine. Yet there was a more potent feminine scent, the new slave for Bardock.

Chi-Chi had come out to find the saiyan a few rooms down and out on one of the balconies, noting that saiyan didn't even bother looking at her. But she knew he was aware of her presence, continuing to roll his fingers in his palm.

Okay, he'll probably just tell you to get lost anyway. Just try and be sociable. However, as she ran those words through her head she wondered if perhaps Broly was more of the violent type. Saiyans who just preferred shoving a hand through her stomach if she said the wrong thing.

She shook her head. Shaking her head, Get a grip. Taking a moment to exhale and gather her courage. "Hello, Lady Gine sent me to bring you some food." Watching his lack of reaction made her pause for a moment, he just continued to roll his fingers.

Knowing that she couldn't walk back with a full tray of food, Chi-Chi came closer to the banister and set down what she had brought just beside him. Still there was no reaction, he just stared off into the city. Her brown eyes looked over Broly's features, she had never really asked Kakarot about house Paragus or Broly. There was always something unique about the saiyans of each house, after meeting house Kabba and the way Paragus stormed off in disgust without even so much as a greeting.

Is Broly apathetic? It was a quiet thought she had, she couldn't recall this type of behavior from any other saiyans she had encountered. While only a few dozen most behaved like Bardock's purge team. Boisterous, loud, prideful, and ravenous. Always having time to eat, fight, and other things.

Viv frequented Raditz bed almost every other night, and with Gine on a mission to get pregnant in the house she had to imagine that it was as she suspected.

A part of her wanted to leave, to walk away from this and go back to the main hall where everyone had gathered and would still be eating for the next half an hour but… "Would you like some company?" The words left her mouth quicker than she expected, and Broly's eyes flicked towards her.

His fingers stopped moving as he now looked at her from the corner of his eye. Probably think I'm suspicious with that look I'm getting. "I don't mean to offend you but, are you lonely?"

Broly's eyes narrowed, a slight scowl on his lips. Yet he surprised her, "Saiyans do not get lonely, slave."

Well at least I got some words out of him. "I know that saiyans don't feel a lot of things, but I really don't want to go back to that mess inside and you seem to like being out here all alone," She gave him a smile. "I also haven't eaten anything. I just can't stomach fifty mouths devouring so much food, one saiyan is alright though."

Peculiar… "You don't like the way saiyans eat… so you come to eat with me?" His head turned more around exposing more than the side of his face. "Is it common for a slave of Bardock to eat with their masters?"

Shaking her head, "No we often don't. Also I'm not a slave I'm-"

"You are a slave," He interrupted, turning back towards the view he had before. "Caretakers are just privileged slaves. Trusting in titles without power is just another weakness." Broly snorted at the notion, "You are a slave, the other saiyans are slaves, I am a slave, and my father is a slave. We do what the crown wants and desires, we fight when they say, we kill when they want, we fuck when they ask. I have no choice in my life much like you, slave."

"Chi-Chi," She corrected, "My name is Chi-Chi, and I don't see it as slavery even though I agree with how you phrase it."

Rolling his eyes Broly just watched the sun begin to vanish behind the massive mountain ranges, the golden sun causing the red stone of the palace to become a vibrant orange color as if it were on fire. He wanted to go back to his peace and quiet.

Chi-Chi watched him for several minutes as he focused on nothing, as there wasn't anything out there where his vision was looking. But as she looked at his appearance she noted the massive number of scars on his body, while she knew Bardock, Raditz, and Kakarot had some-their father far more than his sons- there was a stark difference.

As the moment dragged on with apparently Broly not wanting to speak with her she at least tried to open him up with what all saiyans loved. "Do you fight a lot?"

He ignored her, "You have quite a few scars I just wondered if you were a purger or just really liked training."

More scars meant more battles, which meant a stronger saiyan. While on Earth they might be less than appealing, on Vegeta-sei they were a badge of honor, the more battle wounds a saiyan earned the more desirable a saiyan would be to others. She could liken it to the opposite of plastic surgery.

Broly wasn't sure what to make of her, or her dumb questions, but he couldn't exactly harm her, it would be an insult to Bardock, also to his aunt. Gine looked after him like a mother, or at least that's what he believed she was doing.

Releasing a grunt of frustration Broly cracked his wrist. "These aren't from battle, they are punishments."

"Punishments? Do you-"

A deep growl came from Broly as he turned his head towards her once again baring his teeth. "I don't listen, like you slave. An electro whip, and thermal collar does wonders for a saiyan who tells those above him to fuck off." His voice dragging into an angry snarl as he did all he could to just get this slave to leave him alone.

But she didn't go running, her eyes softened, then she did the damnedest thing to him. She smiled, "What?"

"I get it, you probably don't have a choice in your life. No one to turn to and no other choice but to accept your fate and move forwards," Chi-Chi's eyes looked towards the city, much like Broly had earlier. "It's why I'm here."

Broly was still visibly annoyed, but his anger lessened. He wanted to be left to his brooding in peace. But there was no chance of that happening "It's a beautiful view." Chi-Chi said admiring the way that darkness partially eclipsed a section of the city. True night was almost impossible on Vegeta-sei. Its massive suns constantly keeping the world illuminated roughly ninety percent of the day. To actually view the setting sun and a touch of darkness was a rare sight. "It's like my favorite part of a palace I had back on my world," Sighing fondly of her old memories, "It overlooked my small village just like this. I also know the feeling of not having a mother, I lost my mother and father when our world was initially invaded. A small little world where no one had any real power, we were just ripe for the taking. My mother and father stood against the monsters who had destroy us, but mostly they wanted to protect me." Chi-Chi kept talking but as she did Broly was reminded of his last memories of his own mother, because his mother had been weak.

But also he was weak.

"Stay here, Broly, let your father and me try and save Kale. I don't want you to get caught up in this."

"No-! I can fight, I'm stronger now! Let me fight with you!"

"You can fight, but you are our only child. If we all perish that will be the end of our line. You are strong and you need to survive."

"But, mother I- I don't want to lose you!"

"I know my little pup, but I wouldn't want House Kabba to lose their own little one to these machines. So promise me you'll stay here and wait for us…"

And wait he did, only to find out several hours later that it was all over, and four of the houses elites were dead, one of them being his own mother.

He looked at Chi-Chi again, almost like a saiyan. She has a little muscle, just paler skin and brown eyes… Broly's thoughts examined her as he felt a stirring feeling as her words and that of his mother resonated inside of him. "Can you fight?" His expression softened, becoming more neutral.

Chi-Chi gave him a grin, "Of course, I'm not a saiyan, but I can teach you a thing or two." Patting her bicep playfully as Broly blinked several times at her. "I've picked up a few things since being on this world and watching Bardock spar with his two boys."

Setting his hands down at his sides the son of House Paragus looked more closely at Chi-Chi. Her figure, hair, and face with greater interest. She's not one of those whores that father brags about, or the ones that Raditz flaunts. No, this is a real woman, full hips, breasts, and the right muscle tone. He licked his lips slightly.

Chi-Chi caught the shift in Broly's demeanour almost immediately as the coal black eyes changed from scrutiny to interest. After a few months with saiyans she knew if one was being more playful or angry. It was important to know the two for her. Males in particular loved it when she played coy with them, Kakarot mostly and Shugesh and Boros from Bardock's purge teams. Men liked having their ego stroked a little bit and a few words here and there never hurt anyone.

"Is someone liking what they're seeing?" She playfully flirted, giving the other saiyan a wink.

"Hn," Broly's lips pushed flat yet he couldn't keep the look from his eyes. "What is it that you do for Bardock?"

"I mostly clean and cook. I make the best food on this planet, without question. I've never had a single saiyan say they haven't enjoyed what I made." Stating proudly, "Most of them say I could outdo the royal chefs, but I wouldn't go that far. Then I tend to the garden and flower bed that I made outside the house. I mostly use it for whole foods and natural herbs and spices. The taste just can't be beaten-"

Broly's eyes focused harder tuning out her words. Incredible, she speaks to me so plainly, all of that fear and trepidation that she had initially is gone. She's more of a real saiyan than any of those other whores out there in the city. All focused on their titles and ranks, what does this little thing care about? Cooking, cleaning, and agriculture.

It was, nice. "-You're welcome to have some of food should you come around. I promise you won't be disappointed." Her voice breaking him out of the daze he was in.

He wanted to know about her now, this woman called Chi-Chi. "What world do you come from?"

Chi-Chi's eyes showed some surprise at the question. "Earth, it's much different than Vegeta-sei."

"Really? Tell me more."

[***]

"The hell did she go?" Kakarot grumbled looking around for Chi-Chi. He knew she had left a while back for something but he had been so focused looking at the fool of a girl Caulifa, who thought she had a chance at out eating him, that he hadn't noticed where she had left too.

They were just about to start the all of the fun games between the different houses. "Well games would be the least accurate way of calling what will happen between us tonight. Though as always I won the eating portion." Kakarot proudly chuckled as he had bested the prince by four plates. A close fought match of the stomach but as had happened for the last four years. I won.

Strolling around with his hands on his hips, he began to faintly detect her scent. It was a bit out of the way of the main hall as he followed it, having a good grasp of Chi-Chi's aroma around his own house he knew that he could sniff her out.

Truthfully she was fun, getting angry at him at times was amusing as he teased and joked with her. It actually gave him something else to do with his time, and find all of Chi-Chi's quirks was one of them. Like leaving the seat up, oh that always got her riled up, or when he didn't put his dirty towel in the hamper and just hung it back up. She scolded him like she was his own mother, not that Gine didn't find amusement out of it either.

Though as he thought about it, he wanted Chi-Chi around him tonight so she wouldn't get suckered into Raditz's gambling. His older brother could play cards, throw dice, and just had all around damn good luck. Not that he won every game, but he had a track record that put him as one of Vegeta-se's finest gamblers and rashest.

Knowing his brother's mindset of using the Caretakers as tokens in his habits, Viv having been bought back twice after some of his older brother's shit had headed moves by Bardock, who beat the saiyan who had took his property without permission, dropping the money he had spent and came home to deal out some discipline.

Bardock had beat his son for three days straight after that stunt, Viv wasn't punished because she had no say in the matter. But if she hadn't been around her brother it more than likely wouldn't have happened. It was why Nevah didn't leave with Raditz and he didn't want to have Chi-Chi picked up by some saiyan tonight.

She was more of his favorite caretaker and wanted her to remain at his house.

Even then he wanted her away from the other houses, especially Kabba. "Those freaks of saiyan females probably would use her as a sex toy more than a caretaker since the young fool of a boy can't control them."

Kakarot probably could've expounded more as he caught sight of Chi-Chi appearing from a doorway walking towards him a large empty serving tray in her hand. "Hello Kakarot," She greeted with a smile seeming to be in a better mood than when they had arrived.

"Where have you been?" Raising a questioning brow at her, "I hope you haven't been sneaking around the castle, the royal family won't take kindly to that."

Rolling her eyes, "Well I was just doing an errand for Gine and wound up talking to a saiyan for a while once I was done."

Kakarot found a slight twinge of annoyance that someone would talk to Chi-Chi, another slave perhaps but a saiyan? I'm thinking too much into it, "Well I'm soo- glad to hear it." He said his voice laced with sarcasm. "Now follow me, there's some real fun to be had, and surprisingly there's another earthling here tonight. Perhaps you might know her?"

"Yeah because I know all of them, all six billion names and faces." She countered dryly, glaring at him as she walked back with him.

"How many with blue hair?" Kakarot chuckled as Chi-Chi sighed, muttering something as they walked back down the corridor but as they did both missed the black eyes of Broly who watched Chi-Chi walk away from him.

His hand gripping the frame of the door and as he watched Kakarot by her side he found his teeth grinding together. Another new feeling began to pool inside of the once brooding saiyan and whatever this feeling was inside of Broly, he didn't want Chi-Chi next to Kakarot.

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Kerghan