Dragon Ball: I Am Broly

Cheelai couldn't help but vomit.

"W-Why does it taste so horrible?!"

Her reaction made Lemo, who was about to try it himself, immediately stop his hand.

Broly, standing with his hands on his hips, his bronze muscles glistening under the sun, showed no surprise.

"There's nothing else on this planet, just this. Either you eat it, or you starve to death."

"WHAT?!!!"

Cheelai's mouth fell open as she looked at Broly with a mix of embarrassment and pity.

God… How has he lived here for decades?

Moved, she tried to comfort him:

"Don't worry! When we get back to the ship, I'll make sure you have delicious things to eat."

Broly gave her a strange look.

Is this woman growing attached to me?

However, he didn't refute her words.

He couldn't tell her that he'd had another life and had already tasted many delicacies.

This was the biggest secret of his life.

No matter how close they became in the future, he would never reveal it.

Faced with Broly's silence, Cheelai seemed to misunderstand something, and her tone softened:

"Well… let's eat together!"

"You two eat first."

Broly shook his head and explained, "I eat a lot. These won't be enough. I'll find something else when I get hungry."

No one should question a Saiyan's appetite.

Especially Broly's.

The spider leg, about the size of an average human, wouldn't be enough to fill him. If he shared the food with Cheelai and Lemo, there'd be nothing left for them.

Hearing this, both of them understood. It made sense that someone as powerful and well-trained as Broly would have an enormous appetite.

Without further ado, they began eating their portions obediently while chatting with him.

"Ahem, well…" Cheelai said, trying to break the ice.

"Let me formally introduce myself: my name is Cheelai, and this is Lemo. And yours?"

"Hello."

"My name… shouldn't you already know it?" Broly raised an eyebrow.

"We do, we do, but this time it's a formal introduction."

Broly sighed, a little irritated.

"My name is Broly. Cheelai, Lemo, hello."

"Great!"

As they ate, their relationship began to gradually grow closer.

The sky darkened, and Broly, familiar with the terrain, led them to a cave. He gathered something resembling straw, which they used as bedding and covers for the night.

"Hey, Lemo, when will they come to rescue us?"

"The fastest would be tomorrow. The slowest… the day after or the one after that."

"Alright, let's sleep."

"Goodnight." ×2

That night, even though Broly had regained his memories, he wasn't alone.

The Next Morning.

Broly woke up early and went out to gather more food.

As he walked, the message he'd been waiting for finally appeared.

Valkyrie: "@The Legendary Super Saiyan, Ragnarok is about to begin. You can come whenever you're ready."

The Legendary Super Saiyan: "On my way."

Without hesitation, Broly dropped the spider legs he was carrying.

Standing before the interface, he selected the option to travel.

[Dimensional travel begins...]

A white light began to envelop him entirely.

Feeling the sensation, he narrowed his eyes as the space around him started to distort.

[3...]

[2…]

[1…0]

Space twisted, and Broly disappeared from the spot.

In the Group Chat.

The Strongest Man on Earth: "Is he going to fight already?"

Valkyrie: "Yes, but… I don't know who the gods will choose as their representatives."

Bloody Habanera: "I suddenly feel so nervous for Broly…"

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "Losing the battle means death, right?"

Valkyrie: "Yes, Ragnarok is a fight to the death."

I'm Not the School Belle: "Would you mind broadcasting it? I can't wait."

Valkyrie: "No problem."

[Member "Valkyrie" starts a live broadcast]

["I'm Not the School Belle" joins the live broadcast room.]

["The Witch of a Thousand Faces" joins the live broadcast room.]

["The Strongest Man on Earth" joins the live broadcast room.]

["Bloody Habanera" joins the live broadcast room.]

As soon as they entered the broadcast, the camera showed the imposing and divine Brynhildr, the eldest of the thirteen Valkyries.

Bloody Habanera: "What?! Brynhildr, you're gorgeous!"

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "Especially those eyes… they have a unique depth."

The Strongest Man on Earth: "You shouldn't be surprised by this. After all, Miss Brynhildr is also a goddess. No matter how you see it, she's pure divinity."

Brynhildr, reading the compliments in the group chat, let out a faint smile.

"It's not that big of a deal, guys."

Bloody Habanera: "These aren't just compliments; it's the truth!"

I'm Not the School Belle: "Don't be humble. Group friends always speak their minds. Just accept it."

The Strongest Man on Earth: "Speaking of gods, why haven't I seen the other gods yet?"

"They and the humans are in the outer auditorium. We'll see them later," Brynhildr explained.

As they chatted, a beam of light appeared next to Brynhildr, interrupting the conversation.

From the light emerged an imposing figure:

A man with spiky black hair, bare-chested, his herculean body a masterpiece of sculpted muscles.

His bronzed skin was marked with scars, evidence of countless battles. Around his waist was a green fur pelt, giving him a wild and primal aura.

His face was severe, with a scar on one cheek accentuating his dangerous aura. However, his eyes radiated an indomitable intensity that commanded respect.

He was the embodiment of strength and masculinity.

"...Hello, are you 'Valkyrie'?"

Broly spoke in a deep voice as he observed the goddess in front of him.

Brynhildr, who stood around 1.80 m (5'10"), looked at him in surprise.

Always composed, she was momentarily at a loss for words. She hadn't expected the Legendary Super Saiyan to be such an overwhelmingly masculine figure.

But she quickly regained her composure.

"Yes, that's me."

Brynhildr responded calmly, though a spark of astonishment gleamed in her eyes.

"And you must be the Legendary Super Saiyan from the group."

"Um."

Broly nodded, extending his right hand.

"Hello, my name is Broly."

"Hello, my name is Brynhildr."

Brynhildr extended her hand as well, and they shook hands firmly.

Although Broly appeared to be a wild and untamed type, his polite demeanor surprised her.

Her perception of him subtly shifted.

Bloody Habanera: "Impossible! That's Broly?! He's totally my type!"

The Strongest Man on Earth: "Well… he has a rugged and wild look. It's entirely different from a gentleman's demeanor."

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "It's been ages since I've seen a guy this attractive~~ I like him~ ❤️!"

Brynhildr noticed the comments in the chat but maintained her calm, though a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.