WHO? (128)

Zelta touched down on the surface of Planet Sythis, the air blowing gently onto the forest, sending a healthy rumble through the trees.

Broly stepped out of his ship, his foot landing on the platform while he remembered the scent of the fresh Sythis air, completely unlike the other Planets he visited, the gravity strain basically non-existent on his muscles.

"Welcome back Broly," a familiar voice said to him.

In front of his ship was Queen Nana herself, hovering a few metres off the ground with a pair of modded rocket shoes. Beside her were two tall-matt black Hatchiyaks however Broly could tell some upgrades had been made, the surface of them less glossy and more rugged, looking harder and sharper than before.

"Thank you for coming in person, My Queen," Broly said, trying to be respectful.

Nana made his parents swear allegiance to her but did no such thing for Broly putting him in a weird position technically but he had no problem bowing to the ruler of the people who took in his family.

"Who?" a sharp voice cut in from behind Broly, her figure unable to be seen behind his hulkish figure.

Hanasia softly pushed Broly, moving him out the way to see the woman he addressed as Queen.

"Broly? You brought back a woman?" Nana said, more surprised than disturbed.

"I'm not just a woman short-stack, I'm the Queen of all Saiyans, you may call me Queen Vegeta," she said harshly, her voice sounding much sharper than before.

Nana's eyebrows furrowed before raising again.

'Mushy told me about this woman'

"And so I assume you visited your native planet in your time away, all is well over there right?" Nana asked, wording her question carefully.

"It doesn't concern you," Hanasia responded quickly, her tone very hostile.

Queen Nana couldn't help but cast a glance at Broly who smiled back at her apologetically.

"In any case, you'll want to meet the other Saiyans, follow me," she said, blasting off into the air.

"What is your relationship with that woman?" Hanasia said quickly, her eyes peeled.

Broly embraced Hanasia from the back, carrying her up into the air as they flew slowly, following the Queen.

"She's the Queen of the Tsufurians, Mushro's wife and I only know her from family gatherings, we've talked before but not quite like with you," Broly said assuringly, trying to calm her down.

'So it's like that' Queen Vegeta thought, relaxing slightly.

'Why did she get so aggressive?' Broly thought, not getting what he was missing.

Queen Nana who was still in earshot smirked as she listened to the calm assurances Broly gave.

'I guess he resonates more with his own people than with us'

It was a very simple concept, Broly as a 9-foot muscular man, wouldn't be attracted to 5-foot feeble-bodied women instead opting for a muscular 7-foot tall woman.

Hanasia relaxed completely in Broly's grip, understanding the situation much better.

"Mushro actually got together with a Tsufurian woman?"

"We don't talk about it that often"

The group of them landed in front of Tuffle Queen Castle without much trouble, either by sheer luck or coincidence, nobody had seen or at least exclaimed at their arrival, many people paying attention to the damaged building that was undergoing reconstruction.

"Did anything important happen while I was away?"

"I'd tell you but I think the Saiyans would want to tell you themselves, if you really want to know, come talk to me later," she said, sounding dismissive on purpose in order to not antagonize Queen Vegeta.

"I'll leave you two here," Queen Nana said, veering towards the elevator.

"I trust Broly to show you around the city and if you need anything just call, your people are welcome on Sythis," she said clearly, sounding like some kind of diplomat.

"Thank you," Queen Vegeta said shortly, pulling Broly's hand and walking away.

"I don't like her," Hanasia whispered after the Queen had left.

"Why?"

"Everything she says sounds robotic, I can't explain it but I don't like the vibe she gives off"

Broly squeezed her hand and kissed her forehead, making her blush slightly.

"We'll be fine," he said confidently, taking her to the Saiyan's mansion.

Nana smiled and went back to her room, taking the elevator to her floor.

'He was away for just under a year but he seems to grown up a lot, still as quiet but a bit more confident, although his height again spiked by another full foot'

It was nice to see and although she felt a bit old as she remembered various stages of Broly's youth.

'He also seems happier than before, no doubt because of the Queen who he seems to have smitten'

She smiled to herself again before fixing her face, doing her best to look as indifferent as possible.

She opened the door to her room.

Inside was a snoring Mushro, laying back on a beanbag while a frail Tsufurian man stood beside him, tablet in hand and he wore a strange vision augmenter over his eyes.

"How did you get in here?" she said, feigning outrage.

Her door handle had become loose but she kept it the same on purpose, orienting it in a specific manner so that she could tell whether someone else had entered her room or not.

The frail man smiled back at her.

"I run half the technology on Sythis, I can get anywhere I want," the Minister of Technology, Dr Programme said snarkily.

"You should be happy I'm here, you're husband was passed out, snoring in an alleyway, it would have been bad if someone else had seen him," he said concisely, eyes fixed on the tablet.

Nana's brows furrowed.

"What happened to him?" she said, walking up to her husband, checking his condition.

"Well, it looks like he inhaled a particularly troublesome sleeping gas, one that would have easily killed a Tuffle when he was teleported to the base of some usurpers," Dr Programme said, reviewing the footage.

"How do you know that?"

"I bugged the entire police force," he responded simply.

"I thought you said you wouldn't monitor my husband!" she said standing up at him, looking at him in the eyes.

"Well if I didn't we wouldn't know what we know now," he said concisely, flipping the device around.

Nana's eyes widened as she saw the contents of the screen.

"When your husband said he wanted to join the police force, I was a little sceptical but he's certainly pulled his weight," he said cynically.

"Who else knows about this?"

"Only you, my Queen," Dr Programme said bowing, a hint of sarcasm on his voice.

"Cut the attitude and call the other heads, we're having a meeting in 10 minutes," she said, turning around.

"Yes ma'am," he said, his tone now respectful.