You lived with Broly for some time now, he was your best friend. He’s a sweetheart, a kind saiyan. He’ll destroy whatever manages to make him lose his temper.

He was covered in cuts and bruises from fighting off an intruder. You had patched him up, and he was eating from hand. He liked when you fed him by hand, and you liked taking care of him.

“Mmh… Your cooking is good, I like it very much.” He hums, leaning in and taking a bite of meat you were holding.