Legendary Warrior

Broly had been outside, training hard for at least an hour when he heard her voice, and it gave him pause to look back her way. He realized in that moment, and the question of food being asked, that he was practically starved. “Something meaty, please...” He had still needed to get used to being more polite towards others, as it was still so difficult. | @chiiraii​ |

Broly finished telling his tale of the origin of his pelt, after having seen this one’s eyes wander to it frequently, he felt it was time to discuss it in full. Though, after he was done speaking of it, and the next question was asked, the Saiyan turned his head forward and looked out among the harsh landscape. A low gust of wind blew past both of them, and he had to take a deep breath to calm himself. “There’s... too many memories here. Hard to leave it...” Yet, he knew that wasn’t the right answer in which this one wanted to know, but Broly was having a difficult time trying to make that out for himself. He forced his gaze over towards the other, and solemnly stared, as if expecting the answer to just easily come from the other’s mouth. “I don’t... I don’t know what I want...” He finally found the right words to say, feeling just as lost as he secretly did whenever his new companions managed to give him some time alone.    “Why?” The question hanging open, and the Saiyan wondering endlessly for some time as to what purpose these sort of questions have? He didn’t really know this individual too well, other than that he visited a few times, which didn’t bother him too much. He could take care of himself. | @ofgoldenfruitborn |

The moment the individual was at a distance he could see him clearly, Broly knew something was up. There was something about the man that seemed to have a air of arrogance, and it was the kind that he couldn’t really recall the Saiyan from Earth getting, unless they were in the middle of sparring. To have it right off the bat, though, somehow felt wrong... And there was the attire in which the Saiyan was wearing, greys and blacks didn’t feel right.    “I do...” He set the bag of mulch down slowly, eyes still on the man, and he felt somewhat tense, as though he were about to be jumped by hundreds of this planet’s creatures. “Is... there something wrong, Kakarot?... Are you... ill today?” He couldn’t understand the reason for that smirk, or the different set of clothes, but perhaps with was some Earthly custom to change your attire if you felt off? The fact that he could not really feel the same Ki off of him was some sort of bad signal that he knew he should be reacting to, instead he faced the other with blank cautiousness. | @rcseblack​ |

Broly went quiet, listening carefully to what this one was speaking of, and he felt himself shrug as a sigh left him. His gaze settled off to look at the side, towards the vast landscape of what he had known all his life, and thought on what the fused man said. It took him a moment, but he shook his head and folded his arms tighter.    “I cannot live there... Not yet, at least. Vampa is my home. It’s hostile creatures are what will keep me strong.” Though, he knew very well that even all of this wasn’t enough to stop the likes of his power and this one’s from killing his father, nor of the very real difference in their two’s strengths. The Saiyan’s expression was hard, and he tried not to show any weakness in front of this one, even if he was seemingly too relaxed, he couldn’t ever be sure.     “Is.... that supposed to mean anything to me? All that father ever told me was that Vegeta will pay. He’s... never spoken much about the planet, and it’s people.” And a great many things, apparently... Cheelai likes to tell me that I’m going to be ‘a lot of work’. His gaze fell again, and he did feel quite unsure with everything. | @fxsionreborn​ |

   “...Curiosity?” He watched the other carefully, and still felt this need to be defensive, even though it was stated that he wasn’t going to fight him. Broly couldn’t simply trust the word of the one who nearly killed him, and so he would remain as alert as he could. He folded his arms, considering his words enough to have it distract him from the very power this one was speaking of. “Then what do you think of me now?” He couldn’t imagine what the other’s motive in this was, and only assumed it was to make a guess as to if he has any weaknesses to exploit. He was currently trying to find that in the other, still following his every move, and so unsure. | @fxsionreborn​ |

    “...I am not upset...” He immediately took to defense, frowning harder towards the other, before he forced himself to relax and ignore the jumbling emotions he had for the other. There was definitely a small bit of aggravation that he couldn’t shake, that this being was standing here practically gloating of his victory. It shouldn’t bother him, and it really didn’t much, but just this act alone had him heavily suspicious. “Just what do you want? You’ve won... Or are you looking for another fight.” It was difficult enough to get his words out, instead of full-on rushing forward with his fists, as he was so accustomed to. Luckily, he was too focused on this one’s motives to act upon those urges. His gaze hardened further, and he hoped that it wasn’t to turn into that kind of battle again, but he’d not back down if it was to be. For now he had other’s to protect, and not just himself, and he hoped his expression said it all, that he was ready to do whatever he needed. | @fxsionreborn​ |

It took him a long moment to remember just who this was, but the energy felt familiar, and at the slightest recognition he almost completely went tense with anxiety. This being of those combined powers must be trying to get his guard down, and he most certainly wasn’t in the mood to fight currently, but if it came to fighting he’d do it. Cautiously, he turned to face the other, and narrowed his gaze. “No hard feelings?” | @fxsionreborn​ |