Dragon Ball: I Am Broly

"Really?"

Broly gave a faint smile, choosing not to reply.

In other universes, it might be different, but in Universe 7, being bloodthirsty and cruel was almost the norm.

After all, Frieza, the self-proclaimed Emperor of Universe 7, controlled over 70% of the region. The strong either knelt before him, plundering, looting, and killing in his name, or they were eliminated if they refused to submit.

It wasn't an exaggeration.

Someone like Broly, who showed kindness and courtesy without looking down on others, was practically a unicorn in this universe.

Lemo was about to say something else when Cheelai emerged from the bathroom.

Her hair was still damp, with droplets of water sliding down the white strands that fell messily over her forehead. A white towel hung carelessly around her neck, and her clothes, though similar to what she'd worn before, were now completely clean.

A faint mist of warmth still clung to her as she stretched and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Ah, that felt amazing~!" she said, smiling in relief. "Short hair is the best. You don't have to deal with long hair… It's less of a hassle and always feels fresh."

Broly and Lemo exchanged glances, as if they had just uncovered some great mystery.

"So that's why you keep your hair short…" Lemo murmured.

"Yeah, what's the problem with that?" Cheelai retorted with a playful smirk.

"No, no, whatever you want," Lemo replied quickly.

"Broly, are you going to shower?" she asked, noticing the dust and grime on him.

Although Broly had bathed not long ago, fighting Sukuna had left him covered in dirt.

He nodded silently, pulling off his black thermal shirt to reveal his bronzed, well-defined muscles. The contrast between his calm demeanor and his imposing physique was overwhelming.

Without another word, he headed to the master bedroom's shower.

Meanwhile, Cheelai had automatically taken up the task of gathering Broly's clothes. She picked up the garments he'd left on the couch and hugged them to her chest.

"What about you? Aren't you going to shower?" she asked, turning to Lemo.

The older man shrugged with a sheepish smile. "Eh… well… I'll do it when I get back to my ship," he said, scratching his head.

Cheelai shot him a look of disdain. "You don't seem too worried about being tracked."

Without waiting for a response, she turned and began searching for the washing machine.

Of course, the high-tech washers here were far more advanced than anything on Earth.

By the time Broly emerged from the bathroom, his clothes were already clean and ready to wear.

"Thanks," he said, taking the garments and slipping them on.

"Thanks for what? You already let me live in your house. Washing your clothes is no big deal—it doesn't even take any effort," Cheelai replied casually, waving her hand.

Broly gave a calm smile and nodded.

After dressing, he looked at the two of them.

"Lemo, Cheelai, where are we planning to have dinner?"

It had been a long day. Lemo had picked them up that morning, and after a day and a half of travel, they'd arrived on Frieza's planet in the afternoon. Between fighting Frieza again and taking care of other matters along the way, time had flown by.

Now, it was already nighttime.

After two "intense" battles, Broly's stomach growled with hunger.

"Shall we head to the dining hall?" Cheelai suggested, pulling out her small wallet. She opened it with a proud gesture, revealing the money Frieza had given her.

"I have money now! I can eat whatever I want at the dining hall!"

"Then you should thank me," Broly replied with a smile.

"You're right. Thanks, thanks~," Cheelai said, clasping her hands together.

"Well, tonight's on Cheelai. Let's head to the dining hall. Let's go!"

Just as the three were about to leave, the villa's communication system beeped, notifying them that someone was at the door.

"Who could it be? Don't they eat dinner at this hour?" Broly muttered, slightly annoyed as he walked toward the screen. He pressed the button to answer, and the image of the entrance appeared on the monitor.

"Mr. Broly, is that you…?"

Standing at the villa's entrance was a chef in a pristine white uniform, accompanied by several apprentices. Behind them floated a small cart. All of them bowed respectfully toward the camera.

"It's me," Broly replied, glancing at the screen before turning to Cheelai and Lemo, curious.

The chef exhaled in relief and straightened up.

"Perfect, it's you… Mr. Broly, we've been sent by Lord Sorbet to cook exclusively for you. The freshest ingredients are in the cart behind us. May we come in?"

As he spoke, he gestured toward the apprentices, who immediately understood. One pressed a button on the cart, causing the lid to open and reveal a variety of fresh, meticulously organized ingredients.

"..."

Broly was momentarily speechless.

Although he had never felt lacking when it came to food, the ingredients inside the floating cart were on a whole other level. Even uncooked, they looked mouthwatering.

'Sorbet really knows how to please people,' he thought, glancing at Cheelai and Lemo.

Originally, he'd intended to ask if they preferred having the chefs cook in the villa instead of going to the dining hall, but… it seemed unnecessary.

Both of them were staring at the screen, their jaws practically on the floor as their eyes fixed on the cart's contents.

"Oh my god, these ingredients…!" Cheelai couldn't tear her gaze away.

"Broly, this is… it's like we're part of Frieza's elite army!" Lemo exclaimed.

"This treatment is unbelievable, it's insane!" they murmured, still in shock.

Seeing their reactions, Broly didn't bother asking them anything further.

"Come in, please," he said calmly, pressing a few buttons on the screen. The villa's doors opened wide, inviting the chefs and their apprentices inside.

The group expressed their gratitude with repeated bows as they entered, carefully pushing the floating cart with its precious cargo.

"Are you satisfied now?" Broly asked, throwing a slightly amused glance their way.

"More than satisfied!" Cheelai exclaimed, clearly thrilled.

"And I don't even have to spend my money…" she added with a mischievous smile.

Broly raised an eyebrow, amused. "Are these ingredients really that special? You two seem way too excited."

"Of course they are!" Lemo replied enthusiastically. "I tried something like this once, and the taste was incredible."

Cheelai narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "You tried it in secret, didn't you?"

"Uh… yeah," Lemo admitted, scratching his head, slightly embarrassed. "I heard these are the kinds of ingredients Frieza eats regularly. People like us can't even dream of affording them, let alone tasting them."

"I'd only ever heard of them…" Cheelai added with envy.

Listening to them, Broly began to feel curious about what he was about to eat.

The chefs and their apprentices moved further into the villa. One of them, the head chef, turned to Broly and asked respectfully:

"Mr. Broly, would you like us to start preparing the meal now?"

"Yes, please. And make sure it's delicious."

"Understood, Mr. Broly! We'll do our very best," the chef assured him, bowing deeply before instructing his apprentices to get started.

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