Dragon Ball: I Am Broly

Cheelai clung tightly to Broly's arm, pressing every part of her body against him without the slightest hesitation.

Her legs wrapped around Broly's torso in an instinctive attempt to feel safer.

She seemed genuinely terrified.

Lemo, although silent, was doing the exact same thing, holding onto the other side of Broly.

It was evident they both shared the same feeling.

They were scared.

They didn't know how many meters separated them from the ground, but the sight of the massive abyss stretching below was enough to freeze their blood.

The absolute darkness resembled the gaping maw of a cosmic monster, ready to devour them.

Compared to the immense darkness, the three of them looked insignificant.

Broly sighed.

Bump!

A burst of Ki enveloped Cheelai and Lemo, and in an instant, the three of them turned into a white streak of light that vanished into the air.

Broly's speed was astonishing. In no time, he crossed tens of thousands of kilometers, reaching the edge of the massive pit.

Just minutes ago, it had been clear there was solid ground there.

Now, it seemed like an infinite cliff edge.

As soon as Broly landed, Cheelai and Lemo quickly pulled away from him.

Both seemed traumatized. Even if they hadn't had acrophobia before, the experience was enough to make anyone develop it.

As soon as they touched the ground, they collapsed, placing their hands on the ground and gasping as if they had just been reborn.

"You two came here in a spaceship, right?"

Broly looked at them and asked with a puzzled expression.

"Y-Yes… Why?"

Lemo, still trying to catch his breath, responded with difficulty.

"Then why are you afraid of heights?"

Broly frowned, looking even more confused.

Cheelai's face twisted with irritation.

She jumped to her feet and, with her small fists, pounded on Broly's abs as she yelled.

"How can you say that?! Flying a spaceship isn't the same as this!"

Speaking quickly, she pointed at the abyss.

"That pit is the size of a planet and seems endless! When you look down, it's completely dark. No matter where you look, it's terrifying. But you… you're not scared?"

Ignoring her blows, Broly calmly sat on a nearby rock, placing his hands on his legs.

Shrugging, he replied, "I'm not scared."

It was the truth.

With his physique, even falling from space wouldn't harm him.

Moreover, just because Cheelai and Lemo couldn't see the bottom didn't mean he couldn't.

To Broly, that darkness was nothing more than a simple staircase.

What was there to fear?

"...You!"

Cheelai clenched her fists, feeling an overwhelming urge to hit him again.

Why did this giant have to be so infuriating when he spoke?

Lemo, noticing what was about to happen, waved his hands quickly in front of her, sweat dripping from his face.

"Let's not generalize, Cheelai. What Mr. Broly said makes sense…"

There was logic in his words.

But more than anything, Lemo just wanted to avoid Cheelai provoking Broly.

He didn't want the Saiyan to do to them what he'd done to the planet.

As a veteran of Frieza's forces since the days of his father, Lemo knew well how to handle tense situations and weigh the consequences of his actions.

"He's right…"

Broly nodded confidently and said, "I can't be wrong."

"You… Forget it. Let's get back to the point!"

"Alright, back to the point."

Broly narrowed his eyes and looked at them.

"What are you doing here on Vampa?"

"..."

Cheelai and Lemo exchanged glances before answering in unison.

"Because of that old man's distress signal, didn't you know?"

"Frieza's forces are looking for members with high combat power. When we reached this star system, we picked up a distress signal from that old man's ship, so we came…"

Broly's expression tensed a bit, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he feigned seriousness. "I accidentally forgot, sorry."

Cheelai looked at him and, as if she'd found something amusing, a mischievous smile appeared on her face.

She approached Broly, starting to circle him while inspecting him with curiosity.

She looked at his massive muscles and the scars covering them.

Occasionally, she poked and massaged his muscles.

"You're really strong…"

Broly rolled his eyes and easily grabbed Cheelai, placing her upright in front of him.

"Let's get to the point."

"Get me off Vampa."

Cheelai mimicked Broly's gesture, rolling her eyes as she smoothed her short white hair. "Our spaceship was blown up by you. Only ashes remain. Now, the only thing we can do is send out a distress signal and wait for other Frieza ships to arrive."

"How will you call for help? And how long will it take?"

"Umm… I don't know. I just joined Frieza's Legion recently; ask Lemo."

Broly turned his gaze toward Lemo.

Lemo quickly stood up, pointing at Cheelai as he explained, "Our Scouter is the latest model. It can contact other members of the forces and send a distress signal. Although mine exploded, Cheelai's is still intact."

"I don't know how long it will take because this planet is relatively remote, so it could take some time."

Broly smacked his forehead and sighed, "As long as someone receives the signal, tell them to come as soon as possible. Don't they urgently need to recruit members with high combat power? I can join."

"WHAT?!"

Lemo's eyes widened in astonishment, and he quickly said excitedly:

"Your combat power is incredibly high! If Lord Frieza finds out, he'll be thrilled!"

Saying this, he took Cheelai's Scouter and began connecting with other members of Frieza's forces to send a distress signal.

"Hey…"

Taking advantage of the moment, Broly turned to Cheelai:

"Why is Frieza's force looking for members with high combat power?"

Cheelai placed her hands on her hips and explained.

"Frieza was resurrected four months ago. I heard he wants revenge on the Saiyans who killed him."

"In these past four months, Frieza has been training and recruiting troops. He says he'll soon go to Earth."

"A guy like you, with such high combat power, will probably be part of the main force invading Earth."

Cheelai added in a more relaxed tone, "Lemo and I aren't fighters. We just do secondary tasks."