Dragon Ball: I Am Broly

"Thanks for letting me use the bathroom."

Broly's voice broke the silence.

He wasn't a man of many words and didn't know what else to say.

Finally, after an awkward pause, he let out those simple words.

Brynhildr looked at him, surprised at first, but then let out a soft laugh.

"I should be the one thanking you."

"You helped me achieve something I've always wanted: the end of the gods."

She paused, her expression becoming more serious as she looked directly at him.

"What I've done for you is nothing compared to what you've done for me. If you have any wish, whatever it may be, just say it... I'll do whatever it takes to fulfill it."

Broly raised an eyebrow at her words.

"Did you turn off the transmission?" he asked instinctively.

Brynhildr nodded calmly.

"I turned it off while you were showering."

"If you have any wish, tell me."

For a moment, Broly remained silent, as if reflecting on what he had just heard.

"...Any wish, right?" he finally asked, somewhat skeptical, as if still gauging Brynhildr's sincerity.

"Mmh," Brynhildr nodded without breaking eye contact.

Broly tilted his head slightly, his gaze becoming more intense.

Suddenly, he began observing her from head to toe, his eyes glinting with a wild spark. He took a step toward her, then another, closing the distance between them until Brynhildr had to lift her head to look directly at him.

"..."

For a moment, his presence was overwhelming, as if he were studying her like a predator watches its prey. The air in the room seemed to grow heavier.

Finally, Broly spoke.

"...Help me prepare the most delicious meal in your universe. I'm hungry."

The comment completely caught Brynhildr off guard.

"Oh, by the way," he added as if he had forgotten, "I have a huge appetite. You'd better make as much as possible."

"..."

Brynhildr stared at him, utterly astonished. Her usually serene face now showed disbelief and confusion.

"Is... that really what you want?" she asked, trying to process his words.

She had expected something much more... explicit, given the circumstances. But this... food?

"Yes. As a Valkyrie, shouldn't you be able to do that?" Broly replied, as if it were the most logical thing in the world.

Brynhildr blinked, still trying to regain her composure. For a moment, she didn't know whether to feel relieved or baffled. Finally, she let out a sigh and gave a small smile.

"Alright then."

As she looked at him, she couldn't help but notice the contrast between the man who had massacred the gods in the arena and the one now standing in front of her.

It was as if they were two entirely different people.

The first, a violent and bloodthirsty being, relentless in his destruction, with a presence that made even gods tremble.

The second, a calm and straightforward man, with an almost friendly attitude and a request as mundane as asking for food.

'Fighting and not fighting are two completely different things for him...' she thought, evaluating him with a deep gaze.

Finally, she nodded.

"Very well. I'll prepare food for you, as much as you want. I'll take care of it personally."

A genuine smile appeared on Broly's face.

"That's what I like to hear."

As Brynhildr went to organize everything, she couldn't help but smile to herself.

Watching Brynhildr leave, her elegant figure disappearing down the hallway, Broly's thoughts wandered into a more introspective direction.

Did she not realize he could make more outrageous demands?

How is this possible?

He wasn't a fool!

But what could this universe even offer?

Weapons? He didn't need them. Skills? Unnecessary.

As a Saiyan, his body was the best and strongest weapon. There was nothing else that could match that.

Excluding those options, there was only one thing Broly could have asked for.

And that was...

Brynhildr herself.

But now wasn't the time.

Though his mind was simple in some ways, he understood that the intrigues and thoughts of a woman like Brynhildr were a mystery he couldn't easily decipher.

Mature women... too complicated.

We'll talk about it in the future.

Either way, she won't escape his grasp.

For now...

He wanted food more than meaningless sex.

Last night, after Cheelai and Lemo had eaten spider legs, he had gone out to find more, but the taste had been bitter, unpleasant, and, worst of all, insufficient to fill his stomach.

He hadn't had breakfast either.

Since then, he hadn't eaten.

After the massacre of the gods, which for him was merely a warm-up, his hunger had intensified. His stomach growled as if echoing the fury he had displayed in the arena.

However, he trusted Brynhildr. Even if she was half-human and half-god, her elevated status made her efficient and quick even in simple tasks like preparing food.

Broly slumped into a chair, closed his eyes, and waited patiently.

"It's time to eat~"

Brynhildr's voice sounded.

Broly opened his eyes and saw her appear, this time wearing a white apron. The contrast between her usual elegance and the domestic image was striking.

"...Let's go then! What are we waiting for?" he said, standing up immediately while touching his stomach.

Brynhildr let out a small chuckle, a soft smile appearing on her face.

"Umm," she nodded. "Mr. Broly, follow me."

Broly frowned slightly at hearing "Mr."

"Don't call me Mr. Just Broly. It sounds uncomfortable."

"Alright~," she replied in a playful tone.

...

When they entered the dining room, the first thing that caught Broly's attention was an extremely long table, completely covered with food.

The smell filled the room, and Broly could feel his mouth watering.

Brynhildr, standing beside him, smiled in satisfaction at his reaction.

"I hope it's enough for a Saiyan."

"More than enough!"

Without wasting another second, Broly stepped toward the table. He briefly turned to Brynhildr and thanked her genuinely.

"Thank you."

And then, the feast began.

While eating, he noticed the Group Chat.

Bloody Habanera: "@Valkyrie, is Broly done showering? What are you two doing now?"

Valkyrie: "I've prepared a big meal for him, and he's eating right now."

The Legendary Super Saiyan: "@Bloody Habanera, I'm eating. What's up?"

The Strongest Man on Earth: "Wow! Broly actually showed up in the chat!"

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "The little girl welcomes big brother Broly."

Bloody Habanera: "Cough... it's nothing major, we just wanted to know how you're doing."

Not the School's Belle: "Lies! Everyone knows you're lying."

Not the School's Belle: "Actually, they just want to ask you something, Boss. You were born with 10,000 power units, how much do you have now?"

The Legendary Super Saiyan: "Ah, that..."

The Legendary Super Saiyan: "I don't really keep track of those things, but I can make a rough estimate."

The Legendary Super Saiyan: "Probably... a few hundred billion. Maybe a few trillion. But I think it should be more."

Honestly, he also had doubts about his strength. But those doubts weren't because he felt weak.

They were because he was too strong.