Waiting

A/N: With the Broly movie and the now official shipping of this couple I have decided to sit down and set up a little, scenario. Series, whatever you may call it displaying Broly and Cheelai and their not so subtle beginnings. It's mostly shameless lemon and smut for now, but we can get to more story later. Let's just see how this goes first.

It was quiet, finding himself bored, the mentality more common than he remembered. Situated in one of the few guest rooms. The tall brooding warrior, not one for small talk or even talk in general, just waiting for the next opportunity to make his mark upon the world.

But he wasn't here for reminiscing, in truth he was waiting for someone. Who had- as usual- failed to arrive as they promised. Broly had adapted to this… this bizarre feeling of what one called a relationship. Though it was predominately one sided-at least to what he admitted to himself- for what he knew of the universe this type of relationship is what people called monogamy… utterly ridiculous. Binding himself for the moment to a singular female. He could have as many women as he so desired, not that he hadn't experienced women before, but those experiences were nothing.

Broly hadn't found the opposite truly appealing, but he also didn't find the notion of laying with another man enjoyable either. But in his youthful endeavors Broly had developed a basic need for female flesh. It wasn't out of any real attraction, nor did he have any real taste for specific women. A particular type or style, he just needed a decent face, a pair of firm breasts, and a tight hole to ravage for a few hours. Leaving them spent in the sheets just before the day would start and then he'd go about his day, barely remembering who they were after the act.

It was mostly his life, passing from eating, to then fighting long and endless battles during his time growing up, he was a barraged with long periods of constant bloodshed staining one side of the galaxy to the next, only to end up hold up and isolated for months. Faced with constant boredom on some worlds, there was little to do except find a nice warm body to share your bed for a night.

Normally he'd avoid bedding anything that could swing, wary of the perceived actions that most women were the best killers of men, strong men mostly. If they were weak, timid, and otherwise fearful that kept them in check, him in control, and no chance that he might be on the end of a blade come morning. The young women he brought to his room were savaged, not painfully, but their torn screams were enough to make most assume that he was torturing them. As if he had time to waste scarring delicate flesh. The thought was ludicrous.

Then this left him to where he was now, just idle. Irritated that she had not called and frustrated because it was one of the rare days where the two of them to have some time together. She the little green temptress who had invaded his thoughts unlike any other woman he had met in his entire life.

Cheelai.

Where the hell are you?

She had pure white hair, a rare color from what he had seen, most races loved radical colors, dyed but that pure white that still was visible even in the darkest of rooms. It was short and he liked it, able to wind his fingers through them as he tore screams from her lips.

Then he was caught by the sight of her purple eyes, those little gems that shined with a deviousness that had caught his eye.

Just to tease me more, you'd roll them back into your head as I stuffed you with my saiyan cock. Coating me with such a delicate fragrance of desire that I simply can not pass up.

Broly was already straining trying to will that damn erection of his back down. The untamed appendage felt like a second tail when around his little green minx. His patience was wearing thin, as there wasn't really any reason for this massive delay.

Did she not remember it had been almost a month? A full fucking month!? From that time he had been carrying that little woman back from her stint in a rejuvenation chamber. The way her eyes lit up as she realized she was with him, and how she immediately turned from green to almost purple as she blushed at the idea she was also naked. Why bother dressing her if he was just going to throw her down and fuck her like she wanted to begin with?

Becoming engaged with her has stretched my thinning patience.

It was both a blessing and a curse. From the first time he had met her she had smiled at him, carrying only a blaster and a coy grin. No women had ever been so bold before to approach him to be teasing and playful.

Her exotic green skin was smooth, with white hair that held no blemishes or specs of dirt one might lose her in the snow if dressed in white. Wearing that tight armor from Frieza's imperial army, giving him a little tease as she stuck her tongue out at him. Hiding a pair of well rounded breasts with teasingly purple nipples that matched her purple spandex.

She was a beautiful woman, toned to that of a nimble fighter, not a overbearing warrior. She had intrigued him immediately and though he in another life and time might not have paid her a second glance and pass by without another thought. He couldn't deny she had something, a spark of life that he had not seen in Frieza's army. Cheelai wanted to play and he knew that if he played her game he'd be very entertained by it, because women loved their little games. They liked to display visible teasing, just offering that grain of salt to tempt you just a tiny bit more.

Broly should've known she'd be a sinful little creature, taking great pleasure in eating many, many phallic shaped foods in front of him. The woman could swallow a whole fucking banana without even blinking, then was able to swirl her tongue around a popsicle and have the top half fall off because she melted the middle with her precise little tongue.

Oh she wanted me to know, she wanted to see just how much she could play with a saiyan warrior. The big bad Broly she whispered in jest.

She wanted to see him break, filling him on his mission with all sorts of lewd fantasies that involved green skin, white hair and a pink tongue. He'd imagine filling her mouth with something much larger than a banana, and certainly more filling that a popsicle. How'd he watch her gag on his cock was too much for him some nights.

He'd often had to treat his dick like it was a foe some nights, tearing at his lengthy male appendage until he'd covered his hand with a full handful of his cum. Maybe the others heard him on those nights as he grunted and growled trying to alleviate the burning need that Cheelai had made for him.

Of course it hadn't taken long for someone else to notice their little game. Temo, an old orange pasty bastard, the man just along for the ride with the green minx and her partner. The two no stronger than each other, but they worked together on gathering. The wrinkled prune had apparently had about enough of Cheelai's game and Broly's very vocal outbursts.

Telling Broly to his face as a man, which impressed the saiyan considering he could've just crushed his skull for trying to speak to him plainly. 'Why don't you two just fuck and get it over with. That girl has been hot for you since she saw you' Broly had raised an eyebrow acting as if he didn't know or even care. He'd underestimated that old bastard's attitude, 'Look I have a nose to yah know, and if I have to smell a horny woman for the rest of this assignment and it not being my old bag i'd prefer you'd just take care it. Now invite the lass over and give her a proper lesson so I can have my damn peace again.'

He'd just rolled his eyes and say he wasn't interested and he did not ask women anything. If she wanted to get fucked she'd have to come to him, of course that is if she was brave enough. Perhaps he'd said that a bit too loudly, or maybe she'd put the old fart up to propping the question to him.

Either way… he'd never expected her to seriously come into his bed and treat his dick like a it was a piece of candy. Perhaps he'd underestimated her abilities or he was just too tired that night. But she'd manage to not only remove his shorts but crawl up his sheets and put her green lips around his dick before he'd realized it.

Never had I been so surprised.

Broly had found himself being the pursuer for the most part of his ventures with women, who would tell the massive warrior no. A dark brooding alien legend? What woman wouldn't want a piece of that, also the mythos of his power being unmatched when unleashed created a level of awe in the galactic empire. But after Frieza's death he found that he no longer garnered such a reputation, afterall the leader of the army he was in was dead. What did that speak about him?

He cared little about who had done it, or even why. Frieza was weak, that's all it was. The only problem it entertained was there was a drop in money, food, and equipment. Only until Frieza's surprise resurrection, death, and resurrection again did Broly finally be met with something of interest in a very long time

It might've been why he'd not been as choosy when it had come to meeting Cheelai, the world around him had just become so… boring. And she was anything but, making sport of nothing, finding amusement between them. Turning what was nothing more than a battle of wills into well…

A relationship? Who the fuck would've seen that. But I do plan of breaking her in half by the time this night is over.

The door finally, FINALLY! Opened up and inside walked a very tired and drained Cheelai. Her hands limp as she in a half slouch made her way inside. Dropping her blaster on the ground carelessly. Reminding me not to forget her carelessness. She looked ready to just fall upon the bed and sleep.

She did not sense or even see Broly, the saiyan was quiet, and the room was pitch black and he had blocked the light activation device for just such a reason. His huge frame rooted in place, perhaps if she looked his way she might see the white in his eyes, but she was so distracted in whatever she was doing to notice.

Though much to Broly's great annoyance she didn't begin stripping, sure she pulled her armor up and over her head. Letting it clatter to the ground, the lack of light hid her figure well as he remained where he was. The idea of tearing her clothes off was dancing on the edge of his mind, but that would end the game very quickly.

Cheelai didn't recognize Broly's aura. She was ready to begin dreaming of sleep. Her mundane and exhausting duties had removed any semblance of her memory, there were no shivers of anticipation for a lover in her room. More of less she was waiting for a chance to just fall into bed and sleep the night away until morning came.

"I'm so tired…" She yawned, covering her mouth with her hand as she stretched and groaned with the action.

Broly's irritation grew as he watched her nearly stumble over her own armor that she had just dropped a minute ago on the floor. He contemplated leaving but he had just wasted more than hour of his precious time on her. She is going to pay.

"Really you're tired?" He asked into the air.

Cheelai's eyes widened in shock, the unexpected question causing her to whirl about acting as if she were ready to engage in a blaster duel with a hidden enemy. But her mind quickly processed who could be here waiting, and that voice belonged to only one man. She could imagine him smirking at her right now, a man that had changed her entire life was now back in her room.

And the jerk had been here the whole time!

"Well maybe I wouldn't be so tired if some people helped our squad with our duties." Cheelai shot back at the saiyan, though mostly in the direction she thought he was in.

"I'm over here." Broly mocked with a chuckle, she had just yelled at the wall. He wondered if she was trying to be funny or just that out of tune with her senses.

"I could just revoke this invitation and kick you right back out on your monkey b-"

Broly moved before that little tirade had even ended, she found herself pinned down upon the sheets, his mass splitting her legs, the sides of his abs now being squeezed lightly by her lower limbs. A large hand was planted down beside her head as he revealed his face to her in the faint light of the room, showing the large scars on his cheek and neck that could only belong to him. His tongue slipping out to lightly lick across his lips.

"You would throw me out?" He growled, the thick rumble of his voice sending a wave of shivers up and down her spine. "Who would invite me to their room with the only purpose of just throwing me back out when I arrived?"

He leaned over her, her breasts bound in her spandex shoved against his chest, flexing them ever slightly to cause her body to rock just from the simple act of stretching.

"I-I would." Cheelai stuttered as Broly's face became more visible in the dark. Touching the sides of his chest as if attempting to push him away. Yet as her fingers curled along his flesh, sensing the heat and power beneath her finger tips only made her want to slide them up and over.

"Cheelai, do not lie to me." He warned taking a deep full breath of her scent. Pinning her to the bed was keeping him from moving and ferociously ravaging her. The small female was beginning to pepper him with arousal, as he felt the way she held onto him. She wouldn't ever cast him out of her bed. "Would you rather I leave? Tomorrow may be the day I never return."

The lump that formed within her throat felt like a rock, the thick breath touching her face with such desire she could taste it. To be pinned down by him, with his strength and speed that made Lord Frieza fear him was so arousing. Knowing all too well just how small she was in comparison to him just made her burn, he could hold her waist with practically one hand, his thigh was thicker than her whole body, and his height dwarfed any other warrior.

"I… I still could."

A wicked smirk spilled over Broly's face, pulling up his entire lip exposing his two rich canines. "Is that so?"

"Yes," digging her nails into his side only made his body twitch, the heavy thuds of his heart were like a jackhammer and fueled the blood rushing through her. To admit she needed him was a lie.

I crave him.

The resistance in her actions and the sharpness forming in his eyes turned the partially erect saiyan on further, he wasn't quite ready to pull her clothes off and bury himself inside of her until he got stuck. But he was sorely, sorely tempted.

"Says the little witch who snuck into my tent and feasted upon my cock." He whispered against her ear, a silent reminder that it was not him who had started this. "How hard did you try to stuff all of me inside of you… perhaps you are giving up?"

"I did- No!"

"Then why are you denying me now, I can feel my abs getting damp."

Cheelai wanted to will away her arousal but her tender lips were quivering from the heat and his flexing muscles were just felt too damn good!

"But you, you didn't stop me. It-it's you who can't live without me."

Broly's nose dragged along her cheek to her temple. "I could find any woman on this ship to stuff myself inside my little green bean."

Cheelai's face burned with irritation at that nickname.

"Asshole." She growled.

"Oh? Is that where we will start?" He mocked her again, his tongue licking the first droplets of sweat from her brow.

"I dare you…" Cheelai warned, he one hand sliding from his chest to his back and pushing into the grooves of his spine. "I won't be so nice should I slip back into your sheets again." Though Broly's tongue dragged along her forehead. He was an animal pure and simple, but she wanted this animal. Remembering that night she had tasted everything.

How she had been graced with such a healthy burst of legendary saiyan cum during her night of debauchery when she had snuck into his room. She had been overcome seeing the size of his dick and what turned from playful curiosity and a little taste… well she just couldn't help herself.

"You haven't let anyone else fuck you I hope?" His voice turning possessive, "I won't let your next lover live through the fucking day and neither will you." He buried his nose inside of her hair and breathed in deeply.

"Ahhh," She whimpered as Broly's hand swept through her hair, fingers caressing her hair as he kept breathing in her smell only fueling her desire that was ready to leak from her body.

How had this come to be? Cheelai had never been like this, but ever since bedding the saiyan warrior not so long ago. She'd almost become something else, she didn't act like she used too when it came to him. It wasn't just about having fun, sure she'd shared a drink before and she'd had a man in her life. Nothing serious. More about comradery, survival, and that feeling of belonging.

But this beast, he wasn't offering survival, or belonging. No.

This saiyan was pure carnal delight, turning her world upside down. Her loyalty to her lord was without question, but felt she would willingly jump into an abyss to be with Broly.

"I can leave…" His voice growling into her ear like a rumbling echo, turning her legs into a firestorm. "Or I can stay."

She looked into his eyes, the dark obsidian was swallowing her purple eyes with a burning desire of a man ready to carry her to a dark paradise. Where screams were currency, and panting breaths were the only words.

"You can…" She softly moaned, finding that Broly's hand was now sliding between her and the sheets. His thick fingers gripping the purple spandex as if he were cocking the hammer of a pistol. That hair trigger waiting for just that slight nudge to fire. The turn this little game right back on him. "Do.. what you want."

Broly's hair twitched, the long and once limp edges began to rise upwards. A heavy frustrated grunt escaped fueling a blushing smile across her face as she brought a hand to his chin. A dainty finger teasing the edges of his lips, teasing him, and then having the nerve to put the decision on him? He'd never made that decision before.

'That little witch!'

You think I will let you get off that easy!

"That wasn't an answer to my question, which do you want my little green bean?" His forehead pushed against hers, his tongue rolling outwards and capturing her finger and pulled it inside. Letting her digit feel the long winding appendage mixed with a grind of his teeth.

"You haven't left." She told him directly as Broly quickly realized that little glow in her face.

So you haven't lost that little wit of yours.

The game was hers, but the war had only begun. He spat out her finger, as he pulled at the back of her garments and without even a strain tore it from her body and flung it against the wall. Cheelai squealed as her erect nipples felt the cold air for the briefest fraction of a second and met a wall of heated saiyan muscle. Moaning as Broly's arms quickly wrapped one arm around her back tightly squeezing her against him.

Cheelai felt one of his fingers glide up from he back side and curl a large middle finger up from her ass and into her dripping desire. Her wail becoming a long drawn out cry as his lips attacked her neck. Mouthing and teething the edges as if ready to rip out a chunk of her flesh, teeth were there but never did she feel them bite down. Her own fingers sought out her own hair gripping her white locks as she arched attempting to squirm about but Broly's mass only fueled that thrashing.

By Lord Frieza!

It's just his finger! Oh my Lord It's one finger!

Broly's much larger digit about half the size of her palm was rapidly curling and knuckling her erect clit all at once. Turning her moans in ragged cries, causing her tongue to slip out as she gasped and panted, tossing her body was unable to stop itself.

"Ohh my L-mmh!" Her eyes went wide as a pair of lips smashed down atop her own, it was bruising in force, a reprimand and reward all at once. Never was she allowed to call out another man's name, only his. His brutal kiss was just so rich asshe just let him thrust his tongue inside of her mouth. Her own dainty mouth muscle was roughly wrestled down and submitted to his without much of a fight. Like everything else about this man it was big, it was strong, and tasted exactly like he should

His tongue had the flavor of a wild game, hunted and cooked through a roaring fire. Not a pre packaged dehydrated food they were served. It was so rich she could feel his mouth's juices spilling over her mouth. It wasn't going to last as his finger began to thrust rapidly inside of her body all but churning her insides like a volcano, building up that pressure from a long dormancy. Her lips turning into a boiling rumble as her fingers slapped at his back trying to claw some form of control of her body from his skin.

Her frantic grasps were minor caresses to Broly who forced her to burst. That rewarding sound of her long pent up release turning into gasps of air as he drew back his mouth from her own. He could feel her knees twitching against his sides. The feminine cries of a female recovering from an orgasm was music, as her body played itself out with subtle twitching, the overloaded senses were much like a powerful blow. Rolling to his side Broly admired his handiwork as his blows had hit exactly right as she curled up into a fetal position to his side.

Cheelai was helpless her body ignoring voluntary commands as she turned limp at his side. Her body still wracked with pleasure tremors. It was so easy for him to do this to her and she wished desperately that one day it would be him in this position not her like it was every single time.

Her lashes were lowered as her flushed panting cheeks watched Broly bring his finger covered with her love juices. The thickness and pungent smell reached even her nose, though she was transfixed as Broly rested on his side and opened his mouth revealing that demon tongue of his and placed her honeyed nectar covered finger upon it. Eating her orgasm, Such a dirty boy, but you love it. Overjoyed to see her lover take so much delight in shamelessly tasting her.

It was much like she had first sampled his cock's juices for herself. Watching as the saiyan was mortified as she played with his sticky seed that splattered all over her face and tits. He actually blushed as she rolled his thick cum in her mouth and swallowed it. Turning that saiyan penis back into a rock hard pillar again.

He was ever much the animal she had imagined.

Cheelai knew that he was more than man, he had the flaws showing on his face, the scars that marked his flesh but they were not hideous to her. As he wore them like badges of honor, and symbols that he had not earned his rank through position or family prestige. It was a warrior body, with masses of muscles layered over more muscles, a dark tan that contrasted her rich green.

"What the hell took you so long." Broly gumbled as he pushed back over towards her, his palm grabbing her shoulder and smoothing down to lightly squeeze her breast, it was not only to feel if she was ready to go again but also he hadn't been able to enjoy mounds of flesh.

"Well, it wasn't because…" Her voice trailing off as his hand traveled lower from her chest. "I might have kinda… well." She looked away unable to openly admit what he probably already knew.

How they had come together was perhaps fate or just a night of impulse. He the saiyan warrior of legend, and she the young deviant soldier who had joined Lord Frieza's army to repay her debts and loyalty. He was the total opposite of her

His hand traveled further down to her stomach flattening his palm and in the process opening up her legs, not that she could even close them if she wanted. His eyes looking down below his wrist at that small hole. That tiny green flower that was barren of all hair, it was drooling for him as her lower nectar stained the sheets.

Pushing himself upwards onto his knees Broly's eyes were showing that wickedness once again.

"Forgetful little witch." Broly growled, his form dominating her completely. Cheelai could feel her heart hammering and she knew that Broly knew as his fingers touched just below her ribs. Just like that he knew everything from that touch alone. It was then he pulled back his hand and allowed her to look upon his weapon to end her. "I'm going to make you remember why I don't like to be kept waiting."

Slowly her purple eyes watched as Broly's palm wrapped around a thick swollen cockhead, the glistening juices leaking from the tip as she felt a cold shiver run up and down her spine. She needed both hands to wrap around that thick monster, Broly was doing it with only one of his own, she was practically trembling as he slowly pushed himself forwards pushing his hips against her own.

"I didn't… I didn't mean too. The shift, it was so long, and our relief didn't… they didn't…" Her voice fading into the air as her excuses held as much substance as the air she breathed.

"That is not going to save you." Broly growled, a deep husky reverberating sound that almost shook the whole room.

They had only five hours together today, five! And he had to waste almost an hour waiting on her, then when she did arrive she had forgotten about him waiting in the first place. As if he would ever let her forget again, and now he was going to take every single moment to enjoy this desirable female spread in front of him. Pushing down his cock against her stomach, Cheelai could feel that burning heat as it touched from her thighs to her chest.

"Be gentle…" She pleaded softly making the saiyan laugh, feeling that thick head kissing the head of her tender pussy. It was ready for any normal man, but Broly!? She was never ready. His head slid upwards the underside of his circumcised cock pushing her clit causing her hips to buck upwards. Her body betraying her own words.

The grinning visage of a legendary saiyan told her quietly his answer to her desperate plea.

No.

R&R

Kerghan