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On behalf of myself and @hayyie , may i also request the prompt: Sweaters -”Don’t show that cute face to just anyone" for Z Broly and Cheelai? 👀👉👈

Thank you for both of your requests! I'm answering this one first because the first one you submitted will be a bit longer, so it'll take me a bit more time. Sorry for the delay!

There also may be incoherence with the original Broly movies bc I haven't watched them in a long time, sorry. I also hope you don't mind language mistakes because there's a tone of it. You can beat me for it

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Rating: M

Warnings: AU, angst, toxic relationship, physical abuse, err OOC MUCH?? help

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Against his skin, even silk felt cold, rough, sickening.

“Ugh… Gh…”

Cold sweats ran along his spine, streamed down to his loins as groans made their way through gritted teeth. The sheet he clung to in his trembling fist barely resisted a second, and when he tore it off, conscience resurfaced instantly, breaking the slumber.

He jumped awake, his fingers digging holes in the mattress, his face wincing.

“Ah… Gh…”

Broly put a hand on his head in an attempt to hush the growing headache that was getting to him, as the other one searched along the bed for a source of warmth. But all it met was coldness.

“Cheelai!...” He grunted, his taps becoming impatient. “Cheelai!”

Stiffness was all there was in the air, and it grew nothing in him but anger. His nails slowly scratched the place where she was supposed to be. He felt not a hint of warmth nor presence; he bitterly found she was long gone.

Regaining his senses, he instinctively looked for her energy, only to feel it peacefully vibrating a few rooms away. However, this information, which would reassure any ‘companion’, only made the frustration greater.

Exhaling furiously, Broly jumped out of bed and rushed into the corridor. If the door had not been automated, he would have certainly blown it open from the rage alone.

The lousy creatures he met on his way fled away as soon as they saw him and his clenched fists. These people were pitiful, but nobody was enough of a fool to risk themselves around him in this state. Thankfully for them, all he thought of in this instant was Cheelai. Putting down these maggots that disgusted him would be nothing but lost time.

He felt her energy sparkle a little brighter in the meanwhile.

That little wench!...

Among all the repugnant creatures that seemed to proliferate around him, she certainly was the strangest. The most irritating of it all was by far these expressions of her.

The only emotion eyes turned toward him ever expressed was fear and dread. Even his father’s, though he thought he hid it well.

But not her.

Mad enough to play with him and not deal with the consequences. To grimace at him. To frown at him. To pout, even. Teasing. To provoke and despise him, and yet revolve around him like an excited bug around a flame. Why he hadn’t squashed her as such as soon as she began playing that game remained a mystery to him.

Perhaps because among all these diverse expressions, she never showed that fear he took delight in, nor did she spare him a smile. She grinned and beamed to anyone she encountered –anyone but him.

That struck down a nerve.

Especially when he finally found her sniggering in delight, gambling with a couple of maggots that were from the spaceship’s crew, in a storeroom.

“There we go, losers, jackpot’s mine!”

Cheelai giggled and laughed as she embraced the money that laid upon the gaming table, blatantly not noticing the mortified expression of the players. That until the freezing silence that distilled between them made her look up to them and frown deeply.

“Huh? What’s gotten all into you so suddenly?”

She eventually followed their gaze. Needless to say, the sight of the two-meter tall Saiyan with a stare so fierce it seemed he could break them with a blink kept them shut.

Cheelai, on the other hand, just sighed plainly, losing her joyful expression.

“...Damn. I guess it’s useless for me to try to run now, isn’t it?”

Broly said nothing, but the irritated yet still mocking grin he showed was enough of an enlightenment on the question. She sighed again, pushed her chair and stood up, surrendering. Yet before she could put a hand on her totally-legitimately acquired pot, Broly crudely grabbed her arm and began walking up to the front door. The small woman uttered an outraged gasp, he pulled her along.

“Oh, come on! I gained that money fair and square– I’m not even putting on a fight, let me at least–”

No.

He kept walking. In one last desperate attempt, she shot a provocative smirk at the dumbstruck table behind her, all with a pointed finger accusing them when they had done nothing still.

“You better give me back my money, you hear me?! It’s mine, I won it–”

Broly shoved her across the door before she could finish her sentence, not letting go of her, however. On the contrary. His grasp on her was firmer.

They tensed him. All those sarcastic smirks and happy smiles she scattered all the same to the lowest scum, they tensed him.

His fist firm upon her upper arm, he dragged her more than they walked along the spaceships’ corridors. Or rather, he walked and she jogged when she didn’t have to run to follow his pace. It couldn’t be helped: what she did in three steps, he did in one.

“Hey! Hey, slow down, will ya?! Don’t you know that short people have short legs?!”

In all honesty, though he could have simply flung her upon his shoulder like a vulgar sack and arrive much faster, watching her struggle and complain pleased him.

…Pleased him.

How pitiful it all was.

In his current situation, that was as much as he could afford of an entertainment –tssk, just thinking about it was absolutely infuriating. To be reduced to finding a semblance of amusement at night, when his father was asleep and the control device’s effect somewhat wavered, in a weak woman trying to keep up with his pace, almost stumbling in the process, threatening him with hits and words that barely felt like a tickle against his skin. She threw excuses at his face, as if it would ever change anything.

“I was hungry, alright?! You shouldn’t be surprised! You slavers barely give us anything to eat, then they invited me and–”

Slavers? Now that was a big word for someone privileged by chance. Not everyone was allowed to sleep in a wide and comfortable bed, snuggled under the warmth of covers. He could have let her sleep like any of the ships' servants: curled up in a corner, with nothing but her own arms to find a little comfort.

Why she did not try to drag on his favor as soon as she noticed his unusual interest in her was beyond him.

“Ugh, whatever, I don’t even know why I’m trying to argue with you!”

She puffed, avoiding his gaze and finally giving in.

Her always ending up either throwing a fit or childishly ignoring him was always where their fights ended up anyway. Sometimes, he wondered if she ever expected anything more from him than this.

If she did, then she was a fool.

Was she ever to annoy him too much, he could just crush her, couldn’t he? Nobody would ever notice. His father himself wouldn’t care if it did not go further than that, if he did not let himself get drunk on the pleasure of destruction again. He did not care about his son keeping her as a pet, after all.

As far as he knew, she had no family, and as far as friends were concerned, there were none. All that tied the worms working for him and his father in this ship, what they believed to be ‘friendship’ and ‘solidarity’, was simply the fruit of promiscuity and shared hatred for their masters they were too weak to defend themselves against. Were she to disappear, they’d never protest, or even open their pitiful mouths to utter a cry that could be held against them. Because they were weak cowards.

And yet she refused to see it.

He despised those delusions of her to no end, but… that had to be what made her different.

She was undeniably, indisputably weak. Yet she was strong.

And he wanted to see to what extent she could remain so. Yes, that was certainly why she interested him. It was a game of resistance.

He could kill her whenever he wanted, however he wanted to see her break, slowly, day by day, until, finally, she’d freeze in horror, kneel and plead like anyone else. Only then would he lose interest, after this brief moment of bestial pleasure, and he’d finish her.

Not tonight, though. No, she was still resisting. No, he wanted to sleep, first. Sleep, and then he’ll see how far she’ll go down that silly little path of hers.

He wanted her to lose sleep fearing being beside him, a fear not even a nice bed could make up for. Indeed, that’s what he needed.

Nevertheless, when they passed through an intersection, he did not choose the corridor that led to his quarters. Cheelai noticed it, and her voice came back out of the blue:

“Didn’t we just pass by your chamber? Where’re you taking me?”

As always, he did not answer nor let go. They walked for a few minutes still, minutes that felt like an eternity to Cheelai. Then a massive door appeared. Unlike the others they went through until now, it did not automatically open.

A soft, delicate perfume of freshly cooked meat and vegetables wafted near it, caressing Cheelai’s nostrils. She did not even try to hide the drool running down her chin.

“Hey”, she gulped, “isn’t this…”

Broly put his large palm upon the digital scanner attached to the wall. With a single beep, the screen became green, and the door opened.

He let go of her as the door shut behind them.

“Eat,” he ordered bluntly, “then we’ll go back to the chamber.”

He left her stunned then sat on a stool, put his feet on the table in front of it, and chewed on a piece of dry meat that was loafing there. Cheelai watched, and closed her eyes as her brows went up in disbelief.

“You really don’t know anything about women, do you, Broly? Scratch that, you don’t know about people at all.” She sighed. “You’re so bad at basic communication. Can’t you just show a little consideration? Like a ‘I’ll get you to the kitchen’ beforehand? Or just admit you’ll do me a favor? Anything really, other than ‘eat’?”

Broly scoffed.

“A favor? You’re delusional. I’m just making sure you’re not troubling my sleep again tonight.”

“Yeah, right, because your sleep is sooo peaceful whether or not I’m sleeping on your bedding!” She said with a solid dose of sarcasm, raising her arms. “Gu, gha ha, boo hoo, ee, ee! You always sound like an animal in rut!” She exclaimed, putting a hand on her heart to emphasize her imitation of him. “And you’re the one complaining?!”

He stood up abruptly, his eyes shooting daggers, startling her a bit.

“If you are not eating, then I’m taking you back.” He said matter-of-factly, though it was clear in his tone of voice that her words hit a raw nerve.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry, geez! I didn’t know it was such a touchy subject. You really have a short fuse.”

He hummed grumpily and settled back down on the stool as Cheelai turned around and served herself a bowl of soup from a still steaming cooking pot. The generous taste of vegetables and spices warming her tongue and belly changed her pouting attitude instantly; a myriad of stars sparkled in her mauve eyes.

She mumbled to herself, “Oh shoot, that’s good.”

She quickly refilled her bowl, though it was not empty yet, as if scared that someone would soon take it away from her, and gulped it down.

Witnessing her messy manners and overly moisturized lips from the corner of his eyes, Broly snorted.

They stayed so, in a moment in silence, each one simply enjoying the midnight snack. It was only when the young woman had emptied her third bowl, let out a happy sigh of solace, and stared back at him curiously, that Broly knew that his moment of peace was over.

“Say… Did something… happen before?”

He arched an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes.

“I mean, no one is born with a sleep THAT tormented. And certainly not a Saiyan.”

His expression darkened, but not for long. He glanced at the door.

“Someone is coming”, he announced abruptly.

“Wha–”

The door opened, and Cheelai went rigid as she looked at it. Thankfully, the stare she met was none other than one of her friend’s, a stubby middle-aged alien lady that worked for the canteen. She glared at her with round eyes.

“Cheelai! How did you get here?!”

It only occurred now to Cheelai that she could not see Broly. Though he had not moved an inch, he was actually sitting at a table in a narrow space that looked more like a forgotten portion of corridor than a corner, and while Cheelai could see him as she was on the same level as him, he was in a total blind spot for the old woman that remained in the kitchen’s entrance, a whole wall comfortably hiding him. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes, and all he did was continue eating without a single care in the world.

He knew she was calling him a jerk internally, but that wasn’t his problem.

“I, huh, got a special authorization?...” She shrugged.

The lady deposed a pile of dirty dishes down a sink that was thankfully close to the entrance.

“You managed to sneak in again, didn’t you? My goodness…” She sighed. “Do you know what’ll happen if you continue like this? I can’t cover up for you eternally!”

Cheelai emitted a light “mmh-mmh”, at the moment way more concerned about not letting her friend discover Broly’s presence in order not to let her have a heart-attack. Babbling nonsense as she tried to distract the lady in any direction but his. That was quite entertaining for him to watch, honestly.

“Listen”, the woman finally said as she grabbed Cheelai’s shoulders and stared into her eyes –and though she knew her to be considerate, that was quite unsettling for the poor girl as the lady’s eyeballs were pitch black. “I know we gotta stick with one another in this situation.” (She hadn’t wanted to end up here neither, as the entirety of the crew.) “You know you are precious to each of us– you’re like us, but do you know what they'll make of me if they knew I let you in and out as you please?”

“Err, do we need to have that conversation now?”

“Yes, because you don’t listen!”

The lady puffed, but instead of directly giving Cheelai a dressing-down, she turned around the stove and, with a mechanical movement, filled with food clean dishes she added to her second pair of arms. At the same time, she flooded Cheelai with a handful of blames, telling her she was not careful enough, that she just heard that the younger Saiyan –she only called them masters in front of them– had woken up and was looking for her, that they were all on the same boat but that she needed to think of the security of the community first.

It amused Broly, seeing them believe they could unite or something. Against his father? Maybe. Against him? Ah! What a bunch of dreamers.

“You’re lucky I’m in a rush right now”, the woman blurted out when she finally directed back to the entrance, her four arms full of dishes. “By the time I’m back, you better be gone! This man– he’s already terrifying, I don’t even want to imagine him being angry –do you remember what he did to that poor guy that tried to fight back? Oh, I can’t even think about it. It’s bad for my heart. Come on! Shoo, shoo!”

Cheelai protested. “Hey, don’t be so cold-hearted! I feel like you’re kinda forgetting he could kill me as well!”

The woman stared back at her, and blinked. “Oh, who, you? But there’s no way. He’s the nastiest man I’ve ever seen, but each one has their flaws, and him… He likes you too much.”

Cheelai went mute, her eyes wide.

The woman shrugged.

“I know it’s not pleasant for you, but we’ve got to exploit that if we want to get out of here. Hang in there, Cheelai. Oh, by the way, there are some leftovers in the fridge. Take that to your room if you’re too hungry –I’ve got another way to help the others.”

It took a second for Cheelai to take a hold of herself, but when she did, she offered nothing but the brightest smile to her friend, unfortunately her cheeks were now brighter in color. Scratching her head as she tried to hide away her embarrassment, she responded in an unsteady voice:

“R-Really? Thanks! I’ll take the offer!”

Her friend smiled back, and finally, finally exited the room.

Broly said no more, moved no more in his corner. But Cheelai surely refused to think about his train of thought right now.

Each one has their flaws, and him… He likes you too much.

Surely those words would have an impact, and she knew they couldn’t do any good to his oversized ego.

If he ultimately decided, because of those words, that leaving her alive was not worth it, because Saiyans had no flaws, and he above all had no flaws, that he should kill her, right here, right now, then she did not want to think about it.

If she left now, he’d know she guessed, and what he would do then, she did not want to think about it.

No matter which way she looked at it, the only way she could perhaps escape this nightmare-like situation, was acting… natural.

“Man, you really didn’t help, you know?!” She burst out, clenching her fists. “Couldn’t you at least try to hide? Or to show up? I don’t care which one! Since when do you do things by halves?!”

He did not answer. Instead, he indicated her to come to him with a gestate of his index.

Cheelai lost her breath. That was it. She was done for.

But instead of fearing for her death and feeling the urge to flee, it struck a sparkle of rebellion within her. Besides, she knew that if she ran away now, he’d slaughter everyone on the ship until he found her. She could not put the others in danger. There was no way around it.

Though he was not even sparing her a glance, she gave him a black look.

Oh, so you want to kill me? Fine. But I’ll warn you. I’ll bite.

She approached, tense and alert, ready to react, and yet he was faster than her. As always. Before she could do anything, he grabbed her wrist, and she felt herself falling for a second. Instinctively, she closed her eyes.

Damn!...

She couldn’t even fight back.

She waited for the pain to come, hoped for the agony to be short, but what she found instead was an unexpected heat under her legs and around her wrists.

She opened her eyes. He was staring back at them.

“Don’t show that cute face to just anyone. That’s how you’ll get killed. Didn’t you hear? She said she’d denounce you. That she’d abandon you for her own safety. That she’ll betray you. And of all things you smile. I don’t understand.”

Her mouth formed a slight ‘o’ of surprise. She now realized he had sit her down upon one of his thighs, which was wide enough for her to be comfortable, yet he still had to look down on her. He just let go of her wrists, and her hands obliviously fell upon his chest.

The difference between what she expected and what happened was so great that, for once, she did not know what to reply. She was too astounded to rely on her usual provocations. Her thoughts were simply blank.

“These men, too”, he growled, his pupils diverting from her. He was alluding to the gamblers he found her playing with. “You smiled at them when they did nothing to help you and kept your money. At least I am honest with you. But you just glare at me. I hate it.”

She shook her head slightly, her mouth opened but no sound coming out, dumbstruck by the words he was uttering, but even more by the behavior he was showing.

Childish. He was childish.

The man that kept them all trembling in fear was childish.

“Wo-o-ow, hold on”, she said, finally regaining her senses and showing her palms, “Just hang on a sec– are, are you saying, you’re, jealous?” She squinted her eyes, emphasizing the fact that even her could not believe what she was saying.

He frowned, looking honestly extremely offended.

It was too late. Cheelai now had her hands on her mouth, her shoulders already jerking off every now and then from the laughter she was holding in. The second Broly’s eyelids opened a little bit wider, she exploded and hold her tummy as her laughter resonated against the suspended utensils of the kitchen.

It was not only just the situation that felt so hilariously out of character from him– it was her previous stress that made these giggles so relaxing. She honestly couldn’t care about his reaction, at this point. She swung her legs up and down, wiping the tears that came out of her eyes.

“Oh, oh my God, ah ah ah, you’re such a weirdo!”

He was puzzled.

Whatever he expected her first smile for him to be, it was not… that.

Sometimes, he imagined a fully pained smile. Most of the time, a provocative one. Rarely, a sad one, perhaps. To which he would all respond with a sadistic one.

This one, however, it displeased him.

It displeased him, for he did not know how to respond. For he seemed not to mind.

He took her back to the chamber after that. Their little escapade seemed to have stimulated her a bit too much however, and it took her a long time to find sleep. When she did, nonetheless, she seemed overly peaceful and calm, as if that laughter of her had exorcised all of her demons.

The fear he wanted on her face had never been so far.

He couldn’t understand that woman.

He expected an even greater frustration to arise within, and yet nothing. In the bed, beside her, all he felt was a certain emptiness, punctuated by her slow breaths.

He couldn’t understand himself.

Say… Did something… happen before?

I mean, no one is born with a sleep THAT tormented. And certainly not a Saiyan.

She had completely forgotten her question. And he was not one to remind it back to her.

Slowly, he moved to his side, facing her sleeping figure, and cupped her waist in his hand. Careful not to wake her –all he got from her was a sleepy whimper–, he dragged her body like a ragdoll near him, and stuck his head against her tummy, between her breasts and belly button, feeling the curves of her ribs heave up and down. He closed his eyes.

He just enjoyed a warmth in his bed. Nothing more.

He just enjoyed nights without cries. Nothing more.

He just enjoyed nights where he had the slightest sense of himself again.

It did not matter if the warmth and breaths he listened to came from a woman he planned to kill one day. It did not.

He’s the nastiest man I’ve ever seen, but each one has their flaws, and him… He likes you too much.

We’ve got to exploit that if we want to get out of here.

His eyes flew open. His grip on Cheelai’s body became tighter, dragging a mewl from her.

If this woman were to become his weakness, then so be it.

He just had to get rid of those who knew.

It wouldn’t be that hard.

Too easy, even.