Dragonball Super: Spiced-up Broccoli
Part 3
Cheelai was led to a hallway, her wrists and ankles shackled in chains. The hallway was large and had statues of large muscular men standing at attention, posing menacingly as though ready for battle. She could see that the chisel work done on these statues were all impressive as they all had stood naked with erections.
She stopped to stare at these statues before being prodded forward by a couple guards. She winced at the shock of the electrical current being fed into her back through her tattered robes and they stopped her before two large doors.
The guards opened the doors and it revealed the throne room. A man with an array of guardsmen, all naked with erections stood before her. She couldn't hide her fear as she darted her gaze to each one of their phalluses, unable to peel her eyes away. What are they going to do to me? she thought.
The man on the throne, clearly the king, stood up from his seat with his erection that she noticed was larger than the guardsmen, wearing a flowing red cape tied around his neck with a gold chain.
"Slave girl, kneel before my royal cock," he commanded her. She didn't say anything, only nodded quietly and knelt before him on both knees. Cheelai kept her focus on the carpeted floor as the king walked down the steps to stand before her. He was so close the underbody of his shaft pressed against her head and she shuddered.
"Look at me," the king commanded again and she looked up hesitantly. His hair looked like black fire and his beard jutted downward like a dagger as her gaze met his.
"This slave is guilty of the crime of denouncing my royalty among her peers, claiming that she has seen the Legendary Saiyan cock. Do you deny the charge as it has been laid out before you?"
"No, my liege," she spoke softly, shaking.
"Then I sentence you to worship me and pleasure me as I deem it necessary until the end of time," the king decreed, and the guardsmen all roared in approval. Cheelai looked at him in shock, her eyes widening, and he took her by her robes and brought her to her feet. He ripped the robes off, exposing her naked flesh to everyone in the room and she covered herself with her arms and hands, averting his gaze.
"Please, your majesty," she pleaded and the king silenced her with a glare.
"Let it be known throughout the land that King Vegeta is not only a Saiyan of the law, but a just and fair ruler. Once she has fed from my royal cock, she will be shared among the rest of you!" he yelled, and the guardsmen all cheered. She tried to back away but King Vegeta grabbed her arm and forced her down to her knees once more.
She looked to the guards with a pleading gaze but they stared forward, ignoring her. King Vegeta pressed his member into her face and wore a wicked grin, waiting for her to wrap her lips around the head and glide his shaft all the way to the back of her throat.
It was then that the wall to the King's right exploded from the outside with a large energy blast and a large muscular figure, larger than any of the Saiyans that were in the throne room, emerged. Cheelai's face brightened when she saw him.
"Broly!" she cried out and the King sneered at the large Saiyan. Broly hovered in the air and his large erect penis charged energy into a green ball that he fired from its tip to strike some of the guards, sending them flying through the other side of the throne room and out of the castle. He fired more blasts from his member that hit a few more guards and they began to scramble to avoid the attacks.
King Vegeta wasted no time and flew straight for Broly, charging forth with his penis to strike Broly with it, but the larger penis blocked it. Cheelai waited with anticipation as both cocks clashed against each other, King Vegeta narrowly avoiding a roundhouse blow.
Cheelai was awestruck at Broly's majesty, her face going flush as a bit of drool came down from the corner of her mouth as she stared wide-eyed at him. Broly returned her gaze with a proud grin as he easily fought off King Vegeta's barrage of phallic attacks with his own.
King Vegeta called to the other guardsmen for assistance and they began firing energy blasts from their erect penises that hit Broly, but the damage was so negligible that they bounced off his chiseled physique, the light reflecting off his glistening sweat-soaked chest and back.
Two more guards rushed Broly, attempting to bring him down with help from the King but Broly deflected their erections with his hands. He grabbed them by their dicks and used the momentum to slam their bodies against King Vegeta, knocking them out. He grabbed the King's head and slammed his own head against it, breaking the King's skull.
As the King bled profusely from the open wound on his forehead, Cheelai could see that Broly's erection grew even bigger than when she first saw it as he crashed into the castle. Broly screamed as his rage burst forth and his hair transitioned colour from black to light green and he grabbed King Vegeta, flipping him over and impaling him back first onto his enlarged phallus. Cheelai gasped as blood spurt forth from the King's open chest and his body eventually went limp. Broly eventually did away with the rest of the guardsmen and Cheelai stared up at the rage and primal fury of Broly's face as he walked over to her, the King still impaled on his large cock.
"I have slain the King and shall take his place," he said. Cheelai couldn't tell if there were pupils in his eyes or not, but it didn't matter as she got back to her feet and ran to him. He took the lifeless King's body and threw it aside off his cock and he stood before Cheelai with a triumphant grin on his face.
"You've saved me from the King's tyranny. My life is now yours to do with as you please. I wish only to be a slave to you and your legendary Saiyan cock," she said, and she took his member and began to lick the blood from it. She didn't care that it was the King's blood, but the look of satisfaction on Broly's face as she was licking the blood off was all she needed to see. He gently placed a hand on her head and she continued to clean the blood off with her tongue…
As she smiled and moaned softly, working her tongue on the fabric of her pillow until her eyes opened and she realized what she was doing. She sat up quickly and spat out, shaking her head in disgust.
She took a moment to get her bearings together and realized it was still the middle of the night. She looked at her pillow and noted the spot she was licking, soaked with her saliva and she groaned, pressing a hand to her head.
"What the fuck was that?" she said to herself and stood up, slipping into a silk lavender bathrobe. She walked out of her bedroom and made her way to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. She poured herself a cup and walked over to the dining table where she sipped her cup in peace and quiet.
She didn't notice Lemo passed out on the cot in the living room, holding onto a couple of his tools. She gasped in surprise when she finally saw him and then breathed a sigh a moment after and gave him a sympathetic look.
"Poor guy's been burning the midnight oil for over a week," she whispered and set her cup down. She carefully walked over to Lemo and moved the tools and gadgets out of his hands and set them down on the floor. Using as much of her strength as she could, she grabbed him and hoisted his unconscious body over her shoulder and carried him to his bedroom, the door still open. She laid him down on his bed and removed his yellow toque, setting it down on top of his dresser. She hasn't seen much of his bedroom but noticed how clean and organized it was. Even the work bench and wall full of tools were all neatly set up and organized in a way that made finding them a piece of cake.
She gave him a warm smile as she covered him with a blanket and gently stroked the side of his face before she walked back out and carefully closed the door shut behind her so she wouldn't wake him.
But now she realized that the one person she wanted to talk to about her dream is passed out and she was left pondering the meaning behind that dream, though she felt it was obvious with all the phallic imagery she had encountered that talking to Lemo wouldn't help much.
As she sat and took casual sips of her cup, her mind drifted back to a few days ago when she taught Broly how to masturbate and help him experience his first orgasm. The size of Broly's fully erect penis weighed heavily on her conscious that she sighed, twirling her hair through her fingers.
It wasn't long after Broly discovered how to masturbate that he was doing it a little too often, which disturbed Lemo. He caught Broly jerking off on the cot in the living room the other day and decided to build him his own private room a little further in the cave so he could do it there without anyone noticing. He and Cheelai got into a bit of an argument about not only having to clean up Broly's "mess", but also went over the logistics of teaching Broly sex yet she wasn't having any of it. She made up her mind to teach him and she wasn't going to stop until she achieved her goal.
When she downed the rest of her cup, she let it rest on the table and got out of her chair to head back to her bedroom. She glanced over at Lemo's bedroom for a moment before she sighed again.
"Fuck it," she muttered to herself and walked into her room. She disrobed and changed into her Freeza Force uniform before she walked calmly out of the capsule house.
She decided she needed a few hours away from the planet to collect her thoughts and hopefully find the person she needed to talk to about her current predicament. Only one person came to mind and she quickly climbed into the ship and started the engines. She didn't care how loud it was, by the time either Lemo or Broly would be awakened from the noise, she'd have cleared the planet's orbit and be in outer space.
She felt regret at leaving Broly to himself because she knew he was going to ask where she had gone. More importantly, she needed to clear her head, and get a few drinks at her usual joint, Chili's.
When the space bar came into view, she found a spot to land her ship and the energy dome that surrounded the place allowed patrons to disembark their ships and breathe without worrying about the vacuum of space. She jumped out of the ship and casually walked towards the entrance.
Chili's was a simple space bar. People would frequent this place to be alone and have a couple of drinks, all the while minding their own business. It was a convenient place to remain incognito from the hustle and bustle of the Freeza Force. Even some of its members frequent this place to take a break from their busy schedule. This was one of the few bars that aren't under Freeza's rule of law, likely because the tyrant couldn't care less about who goes to these "hollow dirt spots for lowlife scum" as he liked to put it.
Cheelai walked through the doors and the familiar air of smoke and cheap booze filled her senses. Music blared from an old jukebox, playing some weird synth music that she remembered from her youth when she'd hang out with a couple of her friends.
There weren't any familiar faces that welcomed her this time. There were a select few that hung out, a couple at a table in the far back enjoying a quiet drink, a patron passed out on another table with several glasses around him, a couple of older looking aliens chatting away while smoking, and Chili the bartender cleaning a glass. He glanced at Cheelai and his eyes lit up as she approached the barstool, sitting down.
"Well, well, well. There's a face I haven't seen in a dog's age," Chili said, his hoarse voice a little hard on the hearing but to Cheelai, she could still understand him.
"Hey Chili, it's been a while, hasn't it?" she said, studying the people around her.
She motioned to them, "has business been this slow?"
"Hah! You kidding me? You're in the wee hours of the morning, girl. Lot of people left an hour ago. I'm on downtime until lunch. Just got a bunch of the stragglers as usual who never leave."
Cheelai forgot that she did wake up during the middle of the night and knew that Chili's was a bar that never closed its doors no matter what day of the week it was. She pulled out a credit stick, one of the ten she and Lemo had been given to by Freeza himself for finding Broly and Paragus and handed it to Chili.
"I'll have a bottle of your finest, dear sir," she said, smiling and Chili's face fell on the credit stick, coughing. He picked it up carefully and stared at Cheelai.
"You didn't steal this from Lord Freeza, did you?" he said, cocking an eyebrow at her. She chuckled and gave him a wry grin.
"That's part of my payment for recruiting a powerful warrior to fight on his behalf," she said, only it was a half-truth at this point. Granted she was given a mission to recruit new members of the Freeza Force but finding Broly and Paragus on Vampa was more than what Freeza needed to enact his plan. She didn't care about what Freeza was up to after he paid her and Lemo an exorbitant amount until events unfolded the way they did.
Chili took the credit stick and walked over to his mirrored cupboard. He pulled it open and eyed the top shelf, where he kept his most expensive collection of vintage booze. He eyed a green colored bottle and took it off the shelf, placing it down on the counter in front of him. He placed a clean glass in front of Cheelai and poured a small amount with a couple of ice cubes. As the liquid settled in the glass, Cheelai could see that there looked like a swirling vortex appearing in the middle of the liquid surface and she gazed at it for a moment. She then took the glass, toasted Chili and downed the contents. Her eyes widened as she coughed a bit, the drink almost knocking the breath out of her and Chili chuckled a bit.
"Weren't ready for that, were ya?" he said. "They call it 'Eye of the Cosmic Storm'. It's a rare brew that has been brewed only once before the stock was confiscated by King Cold. I happen to own one of only five bottles in all existence."
"Wow," Cheelai responded and tapped her glass to get another pour from the bottle. Chili kept the amount the same each time he poured Cheelai a glass. She could see the faded colors of his apron and the wrinkles that had formed over the years around his eyes and mouth as he pulled out a pipe and filled it with tobacco, leaning up against the counter behind him.
"You wouldn't just come out of the blue like this unless you had a good reason, my dear," Chili said, striking a match to light up his pipe, taking a couple of puffs from it. Cheelai's face sunk as she stared into her glass.
"That warrior that we recruited, well, he's a Saiyan," she said, and Chili's eyes widened.
"Saiyan? Didn't they all get wiped out years ago?"
"There were survivors from our intel. We just didn't know about the Saiyans we found on planet Vampa," Cheelai said and Chili frowned.
"Vampa. Hmm, that's one of the harshest planets to ever exist in this section of the universe. No one dares venture there unless they got a death wish."
"But the Saiyan we found there is ridiculously strong. I mean, his strength rivals the entire Freeza Force. Not even Freeza himself could handle his power."
Chili coughed in surprise from hearing that statement. No one comes to this bar to talk about what happened to Freeza, they'd be too embarrassed to even mention it.
"Lord Freeza couldn't handle a Saiyan? You're pulling my leg here," he said and Cheelai shook her head.
"I'm not. There were these other two Saiyans from planet Earth and they were also strong. They fought against the one we found, and they almost defeated him." Cheelai could remember the panic she felt at seeing Broly almost die from his fight with this stronger looking Saiyan with blue hair and had to make a wish to the Dragonballs quickly to get Broly out of that situation and back to Vampa. But with all this talk, she was almost too distracted to think of what she really wanted to talk to Chili about.
"But anyway, my friend Lemo and I, we've been taking care of that Saiyan on Vampa. He's been an incredible guy who is able to protect us while we're there, and we want to find a new planet to live on where he can live peacefully without Freeza finding him."
"Whew," Chili whistled. He took another puff from his pipe and poured another glass for Cheelai. He couldn't begin to process this tidbit of information and he could see there was a lot on Cheelai's mind based on how she was looking down at her glass and twirling her hair with her fingers. She felt the full force of the liquor at this point and she traced a finger around the rim of her glass.
"To be honest, Chili, I've never been this attracted to another man since Durien," she said calmly, not taking her eyes off her glass. She downed it and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before she set the glass down.
"So now you've gone and fallen for a beast you only just befriended, eh?" Chili said, taking a longer puff from his pipe and Cheelai took the bottle from Chili's hand to pour herself double the amount. She sighed and watched the liquid calm itself into the image of a vortex again.
"Am I being unreasonable with this, Chili? Am I making a big mistake?" She said, her cheeks red.
"I dunno, kiddo. I ain't your daddy so I can't help you there," Chili stated and Cheelai downed the double shot of liquor, hissing through her teeth with her eyes closed tightly. She put the glass down on the counter and contemplated pouring another glass, but she put the bottle back down before she could tip it all the way. She began to laugh nervously, running her hand through her hair.
"I've seen him naked, you know," she stated, and Chili didn't say anything in response. He lit up his pipe again after stuffing a bit more tobacco inside and made a few O's with his mouth, smiling.
"Well, that must've been a sight, eh?" Chili said, chuckling a bit.
"I asked him to take his clothes off," Cheelai said and Chili raised an eyebrow. "Yep, saw the whole thing. This guy, Broly's his name, he's got the biggest dick I've ever seen on a guy. I'd compare it to my leg but that'd be a bit of a stretch."
Cheelai laughed and Chili could tell how drunk she looked from the amount she had drunk and put the cap back on the bottle. He placed it back on its shelf and closed his cupboard before he turned back to Cheelai.
"And that's all I can think about since, um, like, three days now? Yeah, three days I've been thinking of that big fucking dick of his and it's been driving me crazy. You ever get a craving for a big dick, Chili?" she said and Chili's eyes widened.
"Can't say that I have, Cheelai," he answered and Cheelai waved him off. She went to grab the bottle but it was nowhere in sight.
"Hey, where'd the bottle go?" she said, her speech a little slurred at this point.
"I put it away since you've been drinking that so quickly. That's some pretty strong stuff you've been chugging there. I'd hate myself if you died of alcohol poisoning."
"Yeah, whatever," Cheelai said. "Can you imagine though? This guy's never had anything even close to a sexual experience and it's all up to me to help him discover that. Because I'mma gonna fuck that big dick of his, you betcha," she said, giggling with a wide grin on her face as she stared forward. She could see her reflection in the mirror in front of her and she sighed, leaning against her hand with her elbow propped up on the counter.
"I got him to jack off that big dick of his. Call me accomplished," she said, nodding to herself and Chili rolled his eyes a bit, wondering how much longer she was going to talk about this.
"But he'd be too big to fit all the way in my mouth. Which sucks because I know how good I can suck a dick. Durien bragged that I gave him the best head he's ever had in his life. Every other guy before Durien I've got off, but none of them had a dick as big as Broly's. I can show you how good I am if you want. C'mere, let me hop over the counter there and give you a nice one, howzaboutit?"
"Cheelai, you know how you start acting when you're drunk and you should start sobering up if you're going to make it back to wherever you're living, if it really is Vampa," Chili said, putting out the flame in his pipe to put it back in his pocket. He bent down to open a cabinet under his bar and he pulled out a small bottle and poured her a glass of a clear liquid.
"Here, drink this. It'll help sober you up," he said and Cheelai took it with both hands.
"Yer a good fren, Chili-willy," she said, giggling as she downed the glass. She winced and shook her head, then put a hand to her temple.
"Ah fuck," she said, her speech coming back to normal. Chili laughed a bit as he poured a second glass and handed it to her.
"Two glasses usually do the trick for that level of drunkenness, but the downside is you still have to deal with a nasty hangover," he said to her and she flipped him off as she downed the second glass, slamming it on the counter. She closed her eyes as she held her head by her temples.
"Ohhh fuck me, this is the worst pain I've ever had," she said, and Chili leaned forward on the counter.
"Dunno why you bothered drinking so quickly. You must be bothered something fierce if you're having trouble holding back your feelings for this big Saiyan."
Cheelai opened her eyes and stared at him. "What?! Ah shit, did anyone hear what I was saying?"
Chili shook his head. "No one cares around here, my dear. Your secret's safe with me," he said, tapping his nose. Her vision began to clear and she could clearly see the red-skinned alien bartender's aging features and he tapped her hand with his. She held her hand against her head and she could see the smug grin on Chili's face. She was too disgusted with herself to say anything and stood up.
"Take it easy, Cheelai, don't do anything strenuous otherwise you'll regret it," he said as she left, but Cheelai just waved him off and headed to her ship.
She slowly started up the engines and pulled out of her spot to fly outside of the energy dome, one hand on the controls, the other on her stomach.
"Why are you doing this to yourself?" she said, flying the ship at a low speed. She drifted at this speed for a while, fighting the urge to throw up and the throbbing pain in her head at the same time.
She sighed as she entered the coordinates to the hyperspace drive, and she braced herself for the jump. When she came out of hyperspace, the motion jerked her forward a bit and she hung her head low, her hands steady on the controls yet her arms were shaking a bit.
"I'll never forgive myself if Broly saw me like this," she managed to say before she felt a lump in her throat. She swallowed it yet could still feel the increasing nausea built up.
She flew the ship as fast as she could into Vampa's atmosphere, not caring how smooth the landing was, and saw that it was daytime on the planet. The sun's glare shone through the cockpit window and she winced, crying out as it hit her right in the eyes, adding to the ever dreadful pain of her headache.
The landing was awkward as Cheelai had trouble keeping the ship steady. It was wobbling left and right as she tried to keep it steady and it landed hard on the ground, but not hard enough to break anything. The hatch opened on the side and she stumbled out, leaning against the open arch with her hand, the other covering her mouth. It was building up the whole time, and at this point it was inevitable that it was going to come out.
"Oh god," she was able to say before she ran as fast as she could to the door, throwing it open and rushing past an awakened Lemo as he was clearing the table. He cocked an eyebrow as he saw her dart straight to the bathroom and slam the door behind her. He sighed and left the table alone for a moment, strolling over to the bathroom door. He could hear Cheelai retching and heaving in there, groaning.
"Hey Cheelai," he said, knocking on the door. "You okay?"
"Fuck off," her muffled voice replied, and she retched again. Lemo shook his head and went back to clearing the rest of the dishes from the table.
While Cheelai was gone, Lemo woke up early in the morning and he asked Broly to stick around so he could cook a big enough breakfast for the large Saiyan. He asked about Cheelai and Lemo said she took the ship somewhere. He didn't figure on her going out to drink until he realized what she was doing in the bathroom.
He waited until she was done and hoped that she at least cleaned up after herself (she didn't). She opened the door to the bathroom and she made her way to her bedroom before Lemo cleared his throat.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
"Back to bed. Lemme sleep this off."
"No can do," Lemo said. "I need you to come with me for something important."
Cheelai glared at him, then walked into her bedroom. Lemo ran to stand in her way and she grabbed him by the collar of his uniform.
"Move your ass before I knee your ballsack into your entrails," she growled and Lemo waved his hand in front of his nose, grimacing as he looked away for a moment.
"Where'd you go and how long were you gone for?" Lemo asked.
"I don't fucking know; five, six hours? Lemme go back to sleep, I had a weird dream and I wanna go back to bed," Cheelai said.
"And going to some space bar to drink your problems away was going to fix that?" Lemo asked.
"Maybe? If you had a dream about giant dicks shooting energy blasts, you'd want to forget that too," she said and shoved Lemo aside. Lemo grabbed her by the back of her shirt and kept her from walking any further. He pressed on forward and Cheelai began to groan.
"Lemmmooooo, lemme sleeeeeep," she whined and he directed her to a chair by the table.
"Sit," he said, heading to the kitchen. She tried to get back on her feet but Lemo glared back at her, motioning with his head that she stayed put and she rolled her eyes, slouching on the chair.
He came back with a container and two pills in his hand with a glass of water.
"Take these, that'll help with your headache; and eat those, they're hardboiled eggs," he said, sitting down.
"Hardboiled eggs?"
"A quick and simple earth recipe. You boil eggs long enough so that they cook inside their shells, then you cool them off before you crack them and voila, you have an intact cooked egg without a hard shell to eat. It's very nutritious and it'll help give you some needed protein for that hangover you got there."
Cheelai looked at the two small pills that were beside the glass of water and she remembered the last time she was hungover that Lemo would give her two pills, a glass of water, and something to eat to relieve her hangover. She wasn't feeling much of an appetite, but she knew better not to ignore the headache pills. After downing them, she picked up one of the hardboiled eggs and it felt a bit slick against her fingers.
"Try them, they're quite delicious. Broly ended up eating about two dozen among other things," he said, trying hard to understand all the food he had to cook to satiate Broly's hunger. He had never seen anyone eat so much in his entire career as a chef, he must've cooked enough food for an army, yet in Broly's case, he was the army.
Cheelai bit into one of them and ate the rest of it without a care. She was too distracted by the uneasiness of her stomach and the pain in her head to gauge how tasty it was, but she didn't seem to mind it regardless. She took her time eating both and laid her head down on her arms on the table.
"Hey, don't fall asleep on me now, I need you awake and alert," Lemo said.
"Okay! Okay, don't get your panties in a bunch, I'll help you. What is it?" She said, holding her head in her hands.
"I've been keeping track of a black-market ship for the past few days on my long-range sensors, and this ship might have what we're looking for to help us find a new planet. I need your help to negotiate a deal with the broker that's on the ship. With the money Freeza gave us for our little recruitment job, we can definitely strike a bargain with this guy. His name's Paprika."
"The fuck is that?" Cheelai said. "Sounds like a waste of my time."
"No other black-market ship is within range. I know these types aren't the best to negotiate with, but money talks and this could talk us into a sweet deal. Besides, Broly's coming with us for some extra muscle in case the deal goes south."
Cheelai's face lit up a bit. "Are you sure that's wise?"
"He said he's fine with it," Lemo said and Cheelai raised her head.
"What's your guarantee Broly won't lose his shit and tear the ship apart with us inside?" Cheelai asked, leering at him.
"You've been really good with him, he trusts you," Lemo said and Cheelai blushed. She wanted to smile but she was still feeling the pain of her headache to garner any positive emotion.
"Alright, I'll keep him in check. You owe me, Lemo," she said coldly and Lemo put a hand on her shoulder, smiling.
"I'll get the ship ready," he said and left the house. Cheelai slowly got to her feet and glanced at her bedroom. She wanted to go back there and flop down on her bed but her conscious told her otherwise and she groaned, looking up at the ceiling.
When she went outside, she saw that Broly was standing beside the ship. She blushed, feeling embarrassed to look at him due to her current state, but Broly just gave her a small wave with a grin on his face. She did like that face and always thought how adorable it looked when he smiled and for a moment, she forgot she still had a headache, smiling back at him with her OK sign that she'd make with her finger touching her thumb.
Broly had to duck to get inside the ship, but there was enough room for him to sit down in one of the seats. He remembered the interior from the last time he travelled with his father and he glanced over to the spot where his father once stood, scolding him for not thanking Cheelai's offer of a meal bar when she gave it to him. It was one of very few gestures of kindness he had ever seen in his life growing up that sometimes he would forget his manners.
When he sat down, Cheelai climbed aboard the ship afterward. She immediately went over to Broly's lap and laid down on top in a fetal position, caressing his leg and nuzzling it with her face. Broly's eyes widened, not knowing what to do or say and he turned to Lemo for some advice.
"She's tired, Broly. This trip's going to be a while so maybe we should let her get some rest," Lemo said, frowning. He closed the doors and started up the engines while Cheelai grabbed Broly's right arm and draped it over her, smiling. Broly was a little confused at the gesture but he smiled when he put his hand on her. She felt warm to the touch and he liked that sensation. He wanted to talk to her but saw that she was immediately asleep, her breathing steady and soothing. Lemo glanced back at the two of them as he flew out of the planet's orbit and sighed, flipping a switch on the ship to set it to autopilot and he sat down beside Broly.
"She's a handful, isn't she?" Lemo broke the silence after a few minutes had passed.
"I like her," Broly said.
"Yeah, though she does have her moments, which you'll have to get used to the more often you stick with us. I hope you don't mind."
"I do not. You are my friend and I wish to stay with both of you," Broly said, smiling at him. Lemo chuckled a bit and put his hands behind his head.
"Glad to hear it, buddy. Cheelai's a feisty girl; stubborn, but very clever. She chooses her friends very carefully and doesn't trust a whole lot of people, so you're lucky she likes you a lot."
Broly blushed a bit from hearing that and he brought his hand to her face. He stroked her cheek with his finger and she smiled at the reaction.
"I am glad she is teaching me these things, the sex thing in particular," he said and Lemo sighed.
"That's one thing I need to address first and foremost. Whatever you two do, I don't wanna hear it, or see it. And two, for the love of God, don't let me catch you jerking off again, especially in this ship."
Broly blinked for a moment, then he flashed Cheelai's OK sign at Lemo.
"You sound angry when sex is mentioned," Broly said and Lemo sighed.
"Sex isn't something I find very…thrilling. I get more passion out of fixing and building things, or cooking meals for those I care about, or even keeping a clean place organized than think about whatever Cheelai likes doing or who she does it with and I see it as pretty disturbing sometimes. But I don't stop her from doing what she wants to do, so long as she doesn't put herself in danger. She's kind of become like a little sister in a way."
"Like a family," Broly said and Lemo nodded.
"Yeah, I suppose Cheelai and I are like a family."
"Father spoke sometimes about family, how he liked having me as a son and how strong he wanted me to become," Broly said.
"Even though he put that shock collar on you like a pet?" Lemo asked but Broly shook his head. His hand instinctively went to his collar bone to feel for the shock collar but remembered that it wasn't there. He felt that part of his skin, his mind still implanted with the memory of the metal around his neck pressing against him. It was the first time he had touched that part of his neck without realizing it after it had been destroyed for good.
"I think I understand now why I had it. I do not hate him for it now," Broly said, but didn't say another word on it. Lemo could see that Broly's face struggled with the proper emotions to convey how he felt about this and didn't want to press him on it any further. His face had the look of a quiet fury still buried deep about what he had to live through, but also a deep seeded sense of loss for the man who still had to raise him. The man shed no tears for Paragus but occasionally Lemo could see how much Broly's heart cried for his father whenever he'd come back from training.
Lemo took the pilot's seat once more and didn't say anything else until the black-market ship came into view. He hailed the ship and waited for a response.
"Hey Broly, you're going to have to wake up Cheelai, we're here," he said behind him, and Broly glanced down at her. He was hesitant to wake her up, because she was still sleeping peacefully and waking her up would make her grumpy again. Lemo turned around to face Broly.
"C'mon buddy, I need you with me on this one," Lemo reassured him and Broly frowned, giving Cheelai a small shake to wake her up. She stirred and grumbled but didn't open her eyes. Broly shook her again and she groaned even more.
"UGGGHHH," she bellowed and sat up, blinking and staring at Lemo. Broly scratched the back of his head.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, looking away, his face red with embarrassment. Cheelai glanced up at him and sighed, gently placing her hand on his leg.
"No, it's fine, Broly. Are we here?" she asked Lemo and he nodded.
"We're waiting for a response, they should hopefully recognize our ship and open the docking bay hatch for us."
"The faster we get this done, the better," Cheelai said, crossing her arms as she sat cross-legged on her seat.
The hatch did open seconds later and Lemo piloted the ship gracefully into the docking bay, landing on the pad. A couple of sinister looking aliens were there to greet them as they disembarked their ship. They took one look at Broly and slightly raised their eyebrows before regaining their composure and motioning them with a hand.
"Follow us," one of the aliens ordered and they walked through a set of sliding doors. Lemo led the way while Cheelai stood close to Broly, hand on her blaster pistol. She stared at the aliens as she walked beside Broly, while the big Saiyan looked around him at the halls of the ship. He saw panels with buttons on them, and wanted to check them out of curiosity, but Cheelai wasn't stopping for a moment. He felt disappointed he couldn't get to explore the ship at his leisure and had to quicken his pace since both Lemo and Cheelai were walking to keep up with the leading aliens who escorted them to Paprika's private chamber.
When they arrived, they stood at opposite ends of the doors and they slid open, revealing a darkened room with a table in the middle, illuminated under a ceiling light. Lemo's scouter made a couple of blips but he ignored it for now while Cheelai eyed the room suspiciously. When the three walked in, the room felt larger for some reason than they thought initially. Lemo wondered if the room had all of Paprika's stock of items for sale, but there wasn't sufficient lighting to highlight them.
Paprika was busy examining a set of jewels with a monocle when he raised his head and a huge toothy grin appeared on his face, the light reflecting off one of his gold teeth that made Cheelai wince since she wasn't quite used to bright light yet, the effects of her headache still present but reduced to a dulled pain near the front of her head.
"Welcome, friends! It is an honor to conduct business with you. I am in the business of selling priceless artifacts that come to my doorstep, but I am also invested in buying whatever it is you might want to sell me, for the right price of course."
His slight accent and short build rubbed Cheelai the wrong way as he stared at her. He occasionally lick his lips and looked her up and down. He got off his chair and jumped down on the floor, walking over towards them. Lemo and Cheelai were taken aback by how short this odd-looking businessman was, so short that his head just barely came up to Cheelai's mid-section and he extended his hand in gratitude, which Lemo took.
"Come, come. Come to my table and we shall negotiate for my wares," he said and waved them over to his table as he walked back to it, climbing onto his chair. Cheelai approached the table cautiously, while Lemo observed the various items on display. He could see common items expected at any black-market ship: Jewels, jewelry, weapons banned for use in the Freeza Force, and pieces of technology meant for computer use, such as data chips and Lemo's eyes fixed themselves on those.
"I see you have an interest in forbidden information. Those fetch a high price, my friend," Paprika said and he brought the tray that had the data chips on them forward for Lemo to get a closer look. Cheelai kept staring at him but was only met with a wry grin from Paprika in return with an occasional wink that made her feel uncomfortable. Broly, meanwhile, was looking down at the jewels and saw a few crystals that looked pretty to him. Paprika took notice of this and smiled up at him.
"I see your large friend likes precious jewels. I can fashion a necklace of gems to fit around his neck if you want," he suggested.
"No thanks," Cheelai said blankly and Paprika shrugged his shoulders. Lemo took a few seconds to look over the data chips and Paprika eagerly awaited Lemo's demand.
"Is there a particular item among this collection you wish to purchase?" Paprika asked.
"Yes. I seek Lord Freeza's blacklist," Lemo said and Paprika's face lit up.
"Ahhh, you are in luck, my friend. I am one of the very few to carry such a rare list. Brave souls across the cosmos sell quality information at a high price and come away pleased with enough credits to officially retire and live on a paradise planet. This particular list is current and up-to-date with a fetching price of one hundred thousand credits."
"ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND?!" Cheelai yelled and Lemo shot her a look. She scoffed and walked over to Broly while Lemo looked to his bag.
"Surely your lady friend must understand the value placed on such an item? One hundred thousand is a generous amount to pay for such a list. Most of the other items go upwards of a million credits. What say you, my friend? Do we have a deal?" Paprika asked with his toothy grin, waiting for Lemo to fork over the money.
Lemo counted the credit sticks in his cutpurse and saw that he still had the five that he split with Cheelai.
"Cheelai, pass me your purse, I'm going to need your half," he said and Cheelai froze. Lemo looked at her for a moment and Cheelai glanced down nervously at the jewels beside Broly.
"Cheelai, your purse, please."
Cheelai hesitantly unhooked her cutpurse from her utility belt and handed it over to Lemo. She closed her eyes and bit the bottom of her lip, feeling her heart starting to beat fast. Lemo eyed her suspiciously and unzipped the bag, counting the credit sticks, only to find four.
"When the hell did you spend ten thousand credits? Why would you spend ten thousand, and on what?!" Lemo yelled at her, then started putting the pieces together as to Cheelai's condition and he glared at her.
"You spent ten thousand credits on booze?!" Lemo cried and Cheelai nodded, feeling even more embarrassed.
"Ah, it would seem you are ten thousand short, my friend. How unfortunate for you," Paprika said, grinning. Lemo breathed a sigh of annoyance and turned to Paprika.
"Could we negotiate a price that would be acceptable for you?" Lemo asked and Paprika put his hands together, tapping his ringed fingers together. He grinned at each one, then settled his gaze upon Broly.
"I can slash the price by a quarter, providing that you throw in an extra incentive to the deal," Paprika stated and Lemo gulped, watching Paprika stare at Broly.
"What sort of incentive?"
"Seventy-five thousand plus the services of your large friend. If I am not mistaken, he is a Saiyan, correct?" Paprika asked and Cheelai's face darkened, glaring at him.
"Like hell you are. Broly's not a bargaining chip," Cheelai spat and Paprika chuckled a bit, his laugh sounding like a blend of sandpaper and hiccups.
"Those are your options, my friend. Otherwise, no deal," Paprika stated, but raised a finger in the air.
"However," he started and Cheelai began to feel uneasy again, her heart beating a bit faster as Paprika stared at her.
"However? Is there another way?" Lemo asked and Paprika chuckled again. Cheelai grumbled a bit at the sound of that laugh and her hand was clutching her pistol tightly.
"I can allow you to accrue the remaining ten thousand if the lady here provides some exquisite 'services' to a few of the workers on this ship. They do tend to get lonely sometimes," Paprika said and Cheelai pulled out her pistol, aiming it at him. Lemo rushed to restrain her and Broly could tell that she's looking very upset.
"Cheelai," Lemo said but she ignored him.
"I'm going to pop one between your eyes, I swear to God," she hissed.
"Cheelai," Lemo repeated. Paprika seemed unfazed by her threat and the pistol aimed at his head and began to laugh again.
"Keep up that fucking laugh of yours and I'll rip off your nutsack and shove it so far down your oesophagus that you'll shit semen for a week," She said, staring daggers at Paprika, who relished this attitude so much he kept laughing that laugh of his.
"CHEELAI!" Lemo yelled at her.
"WHAT?!" she screamed in response.
"He's not alone in this room! My scouter's picking up four power levels that are very high," he said and Cheelai's intense glare glanced at Lemo for a moment.
"So what? Broly can kick their asses," she said, keeping her voice calm.
"That's just it, they're almost as high as Broly's," Lemo stated and Cheelai's eyes widened a bit. She glanced down.
"Shit," she said under her breath, yet she kept her pistol aimed at Paprika. She could still hear that damn laugh of his and she growled through her teeth, firing off a shot at Paprika. But the shot was absorbed into an energy field. Paprika grinned maliciously at the two of them, ignoring Broly and he snapped his fingers.
"Kill them, but leave the Saiyan intact, I have other plans for him. Lord Freeza would gladly pay me an exorbitant amount if he knew I had this one in my clutches," he said and the four that Lemo saw on his scouter emerged. Large muscular men with intimidating looks on their faces flew forward, powering up as they did so. Their white auras illuminated the room as they charged directly at Lemo and Cheelai, but Broly stood in front of them, baring his teeth and his eyes widened with intense fury as his rage began to build up again. Lemo's scouter started focusing on Broly's power level and it was rising rapidly.
"Uh oh," he said and Cheelai glanced at him, then at the scouter and saw the numbers for herself. She knew this was the same readout they were getting when he started fighting Goku and Vegeta back on earth and they were worried he might lose his cool completely and go berserk like before.
"Paprika, I highly suggest you call off your men before things get hostile. If Broly loses his cool, he'll tear this whole ship apart and you'll find yourself floating among the debris," Lemo said but Paprika chuckled in response, clapping his hands.
"All the better to sweeten my deal with Lord Freeza, then," he said, and he pressed a button under the table. Broly began fighting off the four large men and was holding his own, his green aura surrounding him as he took a few blows that only fueled his anger as he struck back, knocking one to the far back wall and blocking two more punches.
The doors behind Lemo and Cheelai opened and a group of armed foot soldiers emerged, opening fire with their blasters. The two narrowly avoided the shots and took cover behind Paprika's table as the shots deflected off an energy field that began to surround the whole table. Lemo and Cheelai ignored Paprika for now and Lemo unholstered his own blaster and returned fire. The two were adept shots and managed to take out a couple immediately with precise head shots.
Broly took a full punch to the face, but he growled and screamed from the impact as he took the man's wrist and broke it, almost snapping it completely in half. The large man screamed, holding his wrist and Broly punched him in the face so hard it almost blew a hole through the man's skull, dropping him on the ground. The other two began to hesitate as they saw the enraged face of Broly staring defiantly at them. His eyes began to flash from black to yellow as he built up energy in his mouth, the energy ball growing larger within seconds. The two large men panicked as Broly launched the energy blast at them and it vaporized them both before they had a chance to escape the blast range. Broly screamed again in fury as he turned to the foot soldiers and charged forward, grabbing two of them and slamming them against each other head first, crushing their skulls together. The others began to scramble and Broly caught one by the ankle and he propelled the poor man, slamming him against a group of three soldiers, knocking them down to the floor. He spotted the table behind him and for the first time since they arrived, Paprika's face fell and turned pale. Broly grabbed the table, not caring what was on it and threw it at the remainder of the soldiers before they could run away completely, slamming it so hard against the wall that the legs pierced through the ship's hull and kept the table bound to the inner wall. He turned to Paprika and stalked towards him. Paprika went down on his hands and knees, putting them together pleadingly.
"Okay! I give! I give! Please don't kill me!" he screamed and Lemo scrambled to the data chips that were strewn on the floor. He didn't want to waste time finding out which one had Freeza's blacklist, so he decided to take all of them and threw them in his cutpurse with his share of the money, throwing Cheelai's cutpurse back at her.
"I've got the chips, let's get out of here!" Lemo cried out and Cheelai walked over to Broly. She waved at him to look down at her and she held out her hands.
"Look at me, Broly. Remember my face? Remember us?" she said. Her heart was beating fast as she wasn't sure how far gone he was in his enraged state.
"Cheelai," Broly growled, then winced, breathing heavily.
"Yes, you remembered my name. That's good. Come back home, Broly, come back home with us," she said calmly and Broly's growls lessened as they grew quieter. His breathing decreased until his eyes began to change back to their black color, and he reached out with a hand to Cheelai, who took it into her hands.
"Hey buddy," she said, smiling and Broly remained calm, staring down at her. Lemo checked on his scouter and found that his power level was stabilizing back to its normal level.
"I'm sorry. I lost control," Broly said and Cheelai stroked his forearm.
"Don't worry about it. We got what we came for and we can head back home," she said and turned to face Paprika who was still on his hands and knees, staring up at them.
"How's this for a deal? Tell no one of this, and we won't have to come back for a second visit. Got it?" Cheelai asked, crossing her arms. Paprika nodded quickly.
"They're just data chips, I can acquire new ones, of course," he said nervously and Cheelai smirked as she turned around, while Broly gave him one last intimidating glare before they left the room to head back to their ship.
When they got back to their vessel, Broly blew open the hatch with an energy blast and quickly retreated inside the ship before Lemo punched in the thrusters to blast them back out of the black-market ship.
"WOOHOO!" Cheelai cheered and she jumped up to wrap her arms around Broly's neck and shoulders. She quickly moved her face up to his and pressed her lips against Broly's for a kiss, taking the Saiyan by surprise. She closed her eyes as her hands moved up to his hair and Broly was left stunned by this unpredictable movement of hers. Lemo was too busy piloting the ship to notice what was going on behind him but the kiss felt like it lasted a long time, even though it was only a few seconds before she broke free.
"You…are so goddamn cool, Broly," she said quietly, staring into his eyes. Broly still had a look of surprise on his face, his cheeks red from blushing so much. She stood in front of him as he sat down so their faces would be more aligned, and she caressed his face in her hands.
"I'm…cool?" Broly asked her finally and she nodded.
"Way cool."
Broly smiled, looking down. He liked the sound of that word, cool. Cheelai kept staring at him and he glanced back up to see her magenta eyes locked onto his, her face blushing as well.
"I love…how you handled those guys back there," she said, catching herself. Shit, did that almost come out?
"More importantly," Lemo interjected, "we've got a sweet array of data chips to look at. I wonder what kind of information is on these?"
Lemo and Cheelai had checked the data chips when they got back home on Vampa, but aside from the one chip that contained the list, the rest had nothing but disturbing images and video files that no sane person would ever want to view on their computing devices and they both agreed to burn those chips and never speak of them ever again.