Chayote stared outside at the passing stars through the thick, tinted glass of the porthole. She's learned a decent deal back at Planet Beiko. Despite that, she didn't trust Shunabehan's suggestion that one must have first learned to control their emotions and unify their inner selves before grasping advanced Ki control. If the two aspects truly were related, then there shouldn't have been a difference from which side Chayote approached it.
If unity with one's emotions and honesty with one's self was what made it possible to achieve remarkable feats of Ki manipulation, then one should have been able to achieve unity and honesty of body and mind from the position of someone with remarkable Ki control.
Planet Sando was a perfect location to further her training. The Sando warriors weren't physically powerful though they could use their Ki to create elemental Ki blasts as well. Chayote had no problem creating elemental Ki blasts, her Jelly Beam managed to combine blazing, shocking, and freezing Ki manipulation alike but creating a Ki blast that was hot or cold still a step behind from letting it embody one's entire being and color one's own aura.
Still, if she was to achieve anything of purpose down in Planet Sando, she needed a few tools. If she landed there as is, she'd just get attacked by the locals and have to fight them off again, she'd get nowhere. Plus, she'd just be staying there temporarily. If she was to train there for real, she needed a mean to control her breath underwater as well as understand the locals.
The door to the space station opened up. It was bold of Chayote to show her face around Frieza Army space, even if it was the most remote reaches of it. It was troublesome that she had no money on herself to acquire all of the things she needed. Still, a space station in the nearest sector to Planet Sando was the most likely place to get the things she needed. Given how she traversed in a different ship, nobody would immediately pin her ship and her identity, and, if she was lucky, she'd get in and out fast enough to avoid that altogether.
"I've got no money so screw with the ship at your own expense…" Chayote pointed her index at a handful of short, impish aliens armed with tools and toolboxes. In sectors uncontrolled by the Frieza Army they would employ shady tactics of fixing the ship without being asked to do so, then haggle for their selfish repairs with confused visitors of the station.
They still might have done so here but without the backup of the authorities and with the risk of screwing over a Frieza Army officer being ever-present, they would have kept those antics back as much as they could help it. It wasn't much but it was something. Chayote could feel wayward stares at her the whole time, how many of them could pin her identity down, and how many just felt confused about seeing a Saiyan remained unclear for now.
Even if somebody on this station did know who she was, they'd be rather unlikely to attack her. While she was known mostly for attacking a pair of Frieza Army soldiers and assisting a Galactic Patrolman against more Frieza Army soldiers, people interested in cashing in whatever measly bounty laid on Chayote's head would have found even the most elementary scouter checks of how much trouble she'd be unsatisfactory. Even when greatly suppressing herself, Chayote looked like too much trouble for a measly bounty she had on her.
"Right, Planet Sando, you'll need a telepathic amplifier to catch the telepathic signals of the locals and a wireless liquid-breathing apparatus. You can have those for five gems," the salesman in Frieza Army armor and a body build that suggested he wasn't much good for anything other than selling things declared after filtering through a small chest of rainbow-gleaming gems. It was the preferred currency anywhere where Frieza Army extended its clutches.
"I'm short on money at the moment. I figured we'd be able to make a deal. I have a ship with far too many unnecessary parts or I can run you an errand. From my experience, the seaweed of Planet Sando is great for a multitude of tasks. I can scoop it up for you by boxes." Chayote suggested, wincing and hoping her best that it would work.
"Sorry, if you want, you can sell those parts of yours off in the market and bring me the gems later. I'm not going to take your word they're worth selling on my vendor, even if they might be all that and more. Don't even get me started on that moss thing. Ajisa moss, Sandoan seaweed, it's all fancy for those garage fix-em-upper types. People don't even bother visiting Sando all that much except for scientific purposes and studies. If you're looking to sell that off to someone, go sell it to some intern of Frieza Space University the Frieza Institute of Space Science, or something…" the vendor shrugged.
Chayote clicked her tongue and walked off, irritated. Doing her best to not acknowledge the vendor as his utter indifference to making any sort of deal, as reasonable as it would have seemed if their roles were reversed, made Chayote's blood pressure rise and blowing up the station was the last thing she ever wanted. The scouters of a few nearby soldiers blew up, prompting them to stumble back in shock and awe, Chayote gifted them with the parting gift of ongoing nightmares for two weeks straight when she gave them a moody glare but before she could raise too much woe, she stormed off.
The little, dirt-handed shit-stains back at the garage were helping themselves to Chayote's food supplies when she came back. Something pulsed in her forehead, despite being the closest to open space in a chilly hangar, Chayote felt not a hint of cold as her blood was about to boil. Everything whited out for just a second and the next thing she knew, she held a poor and helpless little space-goblin squirming in her grip as her fist was winded up to blow its head off.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but I've heard you weren't able to find what you were looking for in the station. Perhaps I might be able to finance your venture in exchange for being able to reach a common understanding with each other?" Chayote tossed the little, squirming dwarf aside. The pathetic alien just caressed his broken teeth with its sharp fingers as they had shattered and broken off when it tried biting its way out of Chayote's deadly squeeze.
The man that had spoken up to her was a middle-aged weakling. He did consider himself important enough to don a cloak and a hood and Chayote could notice black eyes and a thick, black eyebrow line underneath, making this man look eerily similar to a Saiyan. Though until a tail could be seen, that much was just an educated guess for now. No Saiyan would have tried bartering for something they could have taken away with the added bonus of fighting another Saiyan for sure, that alone took a decent chunk of probability away.
"You're a Saiyan?" Chayote asked directly, letting her own tail slip out from her baggy clothes.
"Guilty as charged…" the man removed his cloak, revealing short and spiky, black hair and a thick mustache on his face. The man wore an armor different from the standard Frieza Army issue and it appeared to come packed with a white cape that he hid underneath previously. "Though I am not as violent nor as powerful as you'd expect a Saiyan to be. You could call me low-class, though I myself consider myself a Saiyan whose talents are simply in a wholly different field of science."
"I'm Chayote, I am traveling to Planet Sando and I need a functional telepathic signal amplifier and a wireless liquid-breathing apparatus. Can you provide me with those?" Chayote wondered, if this man was indeed who he claimed to be, he might have served useful by inventing those objects, even under threat of violence, if need be.
"I… I cannot, I must say that I don't much care on building them for you either, I have a project of my own in mind as well which demands the entirety of my attention. My name is Paragus, perhaps you have heard of me?" Paragus appeared entirely too confident on whatever non-existent reputation he had, for a scientist it was not a smart thing to rely on when he had just seen the short-fuse of the Saiyan he was talking to.
"I only care about those gadgets I need and, the potential of a good fight, if you're indeed a Saiyan. You're lucky I'm trying to restrain myself from my rampages. If I wasn't – I'd have killed you for wasting my time alone…" Chayote turned around and took a firm step forward, frightening the aliens surrounding her ship. Even right now, after paling from their usual color of blood-red into a much healthier shade of pink, the hangar-dwellers looted Chayote's spaceship for the formal repairs they've forced onto her. Even if there was the smallest chance for running off with some free loot, even the chance of absolute, violent death did not seem like a deterrent to these folks.
"I… I apologize if I did not complete voicing my intentions. You see, I might not be able to provide you with the gadgets you desire, though I can give you the handful of gems needed, and more. If we can simply reach an understanding here…" Paragus explained himself, further pushing his boundaries but then saving his well-being by making Chayote interested.
"Really?" Chayote turned back. "What sort of understanding? What is it exactly that you need from me? An errand?"
"Of sorts… Though all I would ask of you is that you let me perform a few tests on you, check your blood-type and take an absolutely immaterial sample of your tissue, if all is well. I'll compensate for your time, either way, whether your blood fits me or not," Paragus said, approaching closer to the slightly taller Saiyan, sensing her interest and the fact that the potential of getting pricked by a few needles and some of her tissue cut up didn't completely scare her off.
"Tell me why you need all that stuff, then I'll think about it. For all I know you might drug me and deliver me to the Frieza Army, or something…" Chayote placed her hands on her hips. She wanted to go for it but something in her gut alerted that this might have been the absolute worst idea ever.
"Well… Perhaps we could discuss this on your ship. I arrived onto this station in my pod and my laboratory is all the way back in Planet Shamo so, if you were to be interested, it would be more convenient if the tests were performed in an environment more comfortable to you," Paragus stepped closer to Chayote and pointed at her spaceship, requesting permission to board it alongside her.
He was even nice enough to help Chayote in chasing off and kicking out, when necessary, all the hangar inhabitants looting her food and supplies. He seemed somewhat satisfied by the formal medical facilities as well, declaring them satisfactory for their deal albeit somewhat primitive.
"It might make the extraction of the necessary tissue more painful, seeing how rudimentary the tech this laboratory is, though it should be capable of performing all the tests I need," Paragus nodded in approval after a brief examination of the tools found inside. "I can only wonder what planet all of this is from, though if it's a secret, I'll understand and abandon the matter…"
"Just spill the beans already…" Chayote grumbled. She didn't like how nice and accommodating this Paragus guy was being. If that was even his actual name. He sure sounded a lot like a devil one signed off one's soul to.
"Very well, the matter of the source of this vessel's technology is irrelevant anyway," Paragus shrugged, "As I've said before, my name is Paragus, though it appears this name does not mean much to you. The reason why it should is because of a coup attempt at Planet Vegeta which I was involved in. This has been the case of taking the throne for thousands of years on Planet Vegeta – the stronger party simply takes the throne by force though I was unfortunately defeated. King Vegeta relied on Frieza's help as well to repel my rebellion…"
For someone who's been foiled and therefore now a fugitive wanted even more than Chayote was, without a doubt, this man seemed remarkably calm about the whole thing. Almost like he was reading off something from a book or synopsis of some movie, or recounting something someone else has told him.
"You've escaped? That's almost a little bit amazing…" Chayote shrugged, due to her suspicions she still couldn't invest too many chips into the story.
"We did not escape. Me and my son, Broly, were grievously injured and abandoned to die. Death should have claimed us in a matter of days of grueling agony though my son, Broly, he's very powerful. He turned out to be far sturdier than a child should have been…" Paragus closed his eyes with a stoic expression.
"You've tried to overtake King Vegeta with the help of a child? That doesn't sound very smart for a scientist…" Chayote scratched her head.
"We had no choice. Baby Broly was too powerful, even as a baby his power level was far beyond prince Vegeta's. The King would have had him killed or sent him off to a mission he had no hopes of succeeding in, as a scientist, I had the foresight to take destiny into my own hands," Paragus smirked while lifting his palms up, as if he attempted to hold a figurative version of Planet Vegeta in between them.
"Okay… So… You want my help overthrowing King Vegeta or something? That doesn't sound like something we've agreed on…" Chayote shook her head, refusing that idea from the get-go. "Don't care how powerful your toddler is."
"No, you do not understand, my Broly has been in suspended animation back on Planet Shamo the whole time. We've managed to establish some remarkable medical facilities down on Planet Shamo with state of the art cloning and prosthesis technology. It's just what we need to cure my son, I just need a few samples of someone with a similar genetic make-up to him, the same blood-type, if you will, though the specifics go a bit deeper than that…" it was this part that made Paragus show the most emotion, pride, glee, malice in foreseeing the future destruction of those that spat him.
If he did end up blowing Planet Vegeta up and then dealing with Lord Frieza, it would deal with most of Chayote's problems, her fears for the future, it would also change the vision Goku had in Korin Tower of him facing off against his father alongside Chayote. If there was a chance that Saiyans would never reach Earth, it was a chance worth exploring.
"So you think I'm it, huh?" Chayote crossed her arms over her chest.
"I cannot be sure but… When I saw your… Lack of impulse control, the rage that is just pure, textbook Saiyan physiology. Most Saiyans think they're violence incarnate but, like their backstabbing King, they're mischievous, deviant, they talk a lot about pride and the thrill of the battle but they'll be the first to backstab you when your back is turned and save themselves the trouble of fighting you. You… You remind me the most of my son Broly," Paragus explained. "Plus, you are just very conveniently not affiliated with the Frieza Army and running from it, just like me so there's nothing lost in just giving it a shot."
"Fine…" Chayote clicked her tongue and extended her wrist. "Gut away, doc…"
"Fascinating… Simply fascinating!" Paragus appeared overjoyed by what he was looking at through the microscope even if a moment ago he declared such a device "painfully basic to work with".
"So am I a fit?" Chayote scratched her abdomen where that mustached bastard had driven his scalpel in, still feeling some aching in her joints too from when Paragus took some bone marrow samples. It was tough to tell why he needed that, Broly's injuries must have been far worse than Chayote imagined. Then again, even if it wasn't just a tiny boo-boo, Paragus must have taken a sample of every possible tissue he could, as if everything of Broly's had been reduced to ash to some degree.
"Oh, you're perfect! I had thought that I would need to find a close second to synthesize the C-Type S-Cells that I am looking for but… From what I can tell, you already possess them naturally! This is just brilliant, I could shower you with gems if you went down to Planet Shamo and I could work on you extensively!" Paragus couldn't stop giggling like a little child, hoarding all of his precious tubes and samples.
"Yeah… Right…" Chayote squinted and tossed him a case of capsules. "Try this, it's a piece of Earthling technology called "capsules", you can put your samples all in one place and not lose them. As if I'm ever letting you drill my spine again, you creep!"
"It is a pity though I cannot in my right mind leave disappointed. You've just proven to be a golden goose that laid an egg containing a time skip of fifty years of research. I had never for the life of me dreamed to be able to bring my son, Broly, back within my physical prime and now… I might be done with it in a matter of years…" Paragus appeared to be a natural of working with the capsules. He placed all of his priceless treasure inside of them and then lobbed a decent chunk of gems at Chayote.
"Those are natural, they're mined and not issued…" Chayote examined the sash.
"That is of no concern, the entire Frieza Army space will accept them with open arms. To some degree, they even appear more visually appealing than their counterparts issued by the Frieza Space Bank," Paragus cleared his throat.
"That's fine, just observing…" Chayote shrugged, feeling a bit blue about the prospect of having to go back into that blasted station to pick up the gadgets she needed again.
"Very well, ma'am, in that case, I wish you the best of luck on Planet Sando, with whatever it is your future ventures are. You have done me a tremendous favor, I can only hope that one day both me and Broly could thank you for it in person," Paragus nodded and slipped his hood back on.
Chayote fell down on her back and stretched out her arms and weary legs, she had a decent chunk of her blood drained out of her and got a bunch of slight incisions all over her body. The worst part was – it was unlikely that her Zenkai would register this as a notable injury though it sure felt as bothersome as the day after a nice battle. She should just close her eyes and snooze for a bit, just until she regains her strength to pick up the tech she needs.
Then onwards to Planet Sando, at last!
Author's Note: Okay, so I know that the backstory Paragus provided doesn't fit EITHER of the Broly movies, and there's a very good reason for that, though that reason won't become relevant for a long time from now. For now, I would just like to avoid a barrage of "That's not how the Broly movies went, learn a thing or two about Dragon Ball, at least read the DB Wiki, filthy casual!" comments by prefacing this and, if possible, calming you down that I am not being wrong out of ignorance, I am being wrong on purpose so that I can be right'er later :D