Dragon Ball: I Am Broly

"Very well, you may leave for now. I'll handle the remaining arrangements with Sorbet to manage them for you," Frieza said with satisfaction.

"Then, I'll take my leave," Broly nodded and, without another word, walked out of the room.

The hall fell silent.

"..."

Frieza remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the window as his tail continued to sway.

...

Upon leaving the hall, Broly was met by Sorbet, who had just returned.

"Mr. Broly, please follow me," Sorbet's voice was now much more respectful, and his posture had shifted noticeably.

Broly glanced at him sideways, quickly assessing the situation.

Frieza must have contacted him through the Scouter and given specific instructions.

It was evident that Sorbet's change in attitude wasn't a coincidence. No matter how high Broly's status might rise by being associated with Frieza, it shouldn't exceed that of someone like Sorbet—unless the emperor himself had intervened.

Without a word, Broly followed him out of the castle. They arrived at a small, independent complex separate from the main facilities.

"Mr. Broly, from now on, this will be your residence," Sorbet said, registering Broly's identity into the system, allowing him unrestricted entry and exit.

To emphasize his respect, Sorbet even removed his own authorization, ensuring that no one else could access the villa without Broly's permission.

Leading him inside, Sorbet gave a detailed tour of each facility before finally showing him to a spacious room.

"Mr. Broly, this is your combat suit," Sorbet gestured to a neatly folded outfit on the bed. "It's the latest version developed by our army, capable of providing a certain level of defense."

Broly glanced at the suit, lost in thought.

Hmm… it doesn't look much different from what I saw in the movie.

"Lord Frieza has instructed me to take you to the combat simulation area once you've put it on."

Broly nodded, picking up the suit. "Alright. Leave first. I'll let you know when I'm ready."

"Understood, Mr. Broly," Sorbet gave a slight bow before leaving, closing the door behind him.

Wasting no time, Broly changed quickly. While he didn't care much for the suit's details, he acknowledged its functionality.

In a short time, he was ready.

"Done."

...

"Mmm…" Sorbet stroked his chin as he examined Broly from head to toe, finally nodding in approval.

"Mr. Broly, please follow me."

As they made their way to the exit, they encountered Cheelai and Lemo, who seemed to be waiting for them.

The moment Cheelai saw Broly, her eyes lit up, and she waved enthusiastically.

"Broly! How did it go? What did Lord Frieza say? That suit looks amazing on you!" She fired off a series of questions without pausing to breathe. "Aren't you going to rest now? What's next?"

Broly shook his head. "I arranged to have a fight with him."

As he spoke, he clenched his fist slightly, a glimmer of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Ah??" Cheelai and Lemo exclaimed, shocked.

However, Cheelai quickly transitioned from surprise to excitement.

"A fight between Broly and Lord Frieza has to be legendary!" she almost shouted. "Take me with you, Broly! I want to see it!"

"Take me too!" Lemo chimed in, more enthusiastic than usual. He knew this was a rare opportunity to witness a battle of such magnitude.

Broly looked at them silently for a moment before gesturing toward Sorbet.

"It's not up to me. Ask him."

Sorbet, who had remained silent until now, crossed his arms and studied them for a moment.

Finally, he replied, "I'll need to ask Lord Frieza. For now, follow me."

"Yes!" Cheelai and Lemo responded eagerly.

And so, the trio followed Sorbet as they headed toward the combat area.

The location was somewhat secluded from the main facilities. From a distance, Broly noticed a massive structure resembling a football stadium—perhaps even the size of Santiago Bernabéu.

When they opened the door, the interior revealed itself. It resembled an arena, with a large central space surrounded by reinforced walls. There were few seats for spectators.

In the center of the arena stood Frieza, still in his floating machine, waiting for them. Seeing the group enter, he approached slowly.

"Broly, why did you bring them along?" Frieza asked curiously, glancing at Cheelai and Lemo.

"They want to witness the fight. Is that alright?" Broly replied directly.

"..."

Frieza remained silent for a moment, observing them with interest. Eventually, his face lit up with a sly grin.

"Of course!"

"My combat arena is equipped with special protective measures. Our fight won't harm them."

As the galactic emperor, he had already noticed the bond between Broly and these two individuals.

He wasn't concerned that Broly had this connection.

He was concerned if he didn't.

After all, a person with connections was easier to control.

Frieza's sinister smile deepened.

Broly, with a single glance, understood what Frieza was plotting but didn't comment on it.

"Thank you," Broly replied calmly, though he was fully aware of Frieza's intentions.

"Sorbet, take a seat with the guests and watch," Frieza commanded, extending his right hand toward a corner of the arena. A row of seats rose from the ground.

Sorbet, Cheelai, and Lemo took their seats as a violet protective barrier activated around them.

"Go!"

Their cheers echoed.

In the center of the arena, Broly and Frieza faced each other, one on the left and the other on the right.

Frieza descended from his floating device with slow, deliberate steps, his confidence radiating as he smiled at Broly.

"Lord Frieza, can you show me your strongest form right away?" Broly broke the silence. "At your current power level, I doubt you'd make for a proper training partner."

Hearing this, Frieza laughed.

"Ho, ho, ho~ My dear Broly, don't underestimate me..."

But just as Frieza was reveling in his laughter, Broly saw an opening.

A mistake!

He told himself as he stomped the ground, launching himself toward Frieza with incredible speed.

Before Frieza could react, Broly, with a grunt, clenched his right fist tightly and delivered a direct punch to Frieza's face.

The emperor, still mid-laugh, had no time to process the attack.

And that's how the great Frieza took a blow to the face.

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