Sudden Problem (127)

WSH!

Dr Vaporizer appeared in a lab, Mushro clinging onto his shoulder, staring at the environment dazedly.

They appeared to be in some kind of mechanical workshop, several complete and incomplete robots powered down and stored in an organised manner, each of them being nursed in some kind of medical capsule.

There were beakers and test tubes filled with all sorts of colours while huge data stores were kept at the right-hand side of the room.

'What's going on here?'

Compared to Broly he was dumb but he wasn't that dumb.

Without hesitating, he released his hold on Lord Vanquo and fired an array of ki blasts at the data banks, not satisfied until the whole thing was set ablaze, smoking and creaking.

"You fucking dick!" Lord Vanquo cursed, knowing how vital the banks were to their plans.

Mushro didn't hesitate and slammed his fist against Lord Vanquo's jaw, the impact sending him flying into a wide flat screen breaking the surface.

"Zero, deploy Zutheylmutane vapour!" the doctor called out, a gas mask function instantly covering his face.

Before Mushro could blink copious volumes of sleeping gas were ejected into the lab, funnelling through the vents and dousing the room in a thick fog quickly.

'Why....is....the room....spinning?''

Mushro collapsed on the floor, snoring on impact.

"Fucking monkey," the doctor cursed as he clambered out of the broken screen, his armour capable of protecting him from the glass.

He approached a sleeping Mushro and gripped his hair, pulling his head up.

SLAM!

SLAM!

SLAM!

Lord Vanquo rammed Mushro's head against the floor as hard as he could but couldn't do any damage, the metallic floor instead breaking and denting under the force.

"What the fuck is going on in- MY DATA!"

Lord Bio entered the room belatedly, watching his backup server smoke and burn while the screen he used completely wrecked, his lab ruined.

"No! No! No!" he ran to the broken material, trying to see what he could do.

SPARK!

BOOM!

A small explosion burst out, the intricate and delicate balance of the machinery thrown off by the attack, causing it to burst.

Lord Bio turned around, completely irate looking at Lord Vanquo who's nose was bleeding.

"You can have a few shots at him though I doubt you'll be able to do anything with your noodle arms," he said condescendingly, an arm inside his mask wiping the blood off his face.

Lord Bio remained quiet, looking down at Mushro who was face down on the floor snoring.

WSH!

A long sharp blade came out of his custom suit, the thin jagged material shining ominously in the dimly-lit lab. Lord Bio squatted, moving the blade towards Mushro, quickly cutting off a small section of his hair as well as scratching the skin on his cheek, drawing blood at the expense of dulling his blade.

A tiny hand extended from his gauntlet and produced a vial that collected the blood before smoothly slotting back into his armour.

"Fucking monkeys," he said, walking out of the room with hair in hand.

Lord Vanquo sighed, looking down at Mushro agitatedly.

'There's no way he isn't bugged which means that they know the location of our planet, there's another hospitable one but it requires a lot of effort. Fuck!'

They were ready to attack but the appearance of Mushro threw a wrench in their plans.

'The worst part is that we can't fucking keep him, we can use sleeping gas but his monkey brain will just create a bullshit enzyme that renders the effect useless and if we rough him up too much it'll be obvious. FUCK!'

Lord Vanquo cursed viciously in his mind, deeply annoyed by how the situation turned out. Reluctantly, he picked up Mushro's sleeping body and heaved him onto his shoulder.

'Fucking monkey' he thought as he disappeared.

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Broly smiled as a large cerulean blue planet came into view, two huge landmasses boldly imprinted on its surface. There were bright white clouds that lingered over the planet, barely concealing the shimmering blue of the ocean depths beneath.

"Home Sweet Home," Mr Yellow said, a mechanical smile forming on his face.

'Back to softball central, you truly do hate to see it,' Yami lamented, not wanting anything to do with Sythis.

Broly smirked, his eyes flickering with childish mischief.

'I've come a long way since I left the Planet, to think I was still scared of you when we left' Broly said, sounding as if he was disappointed in himself.

'Keep underestimating me, fuck around and lose your body, see what I'll tell you,' Yami said, not even hiding it anymore.

'I challenge you, see if you can do anything,' Broly said tauntingly, amused by Yami's struggling.

Broly forced his will against Yami, pushing him into his corner.

'You can't!' Broly thought as he stood up, a shit-eating grin on his face.

He walked into his kitchen, his hair shimmering yellow under the fluorescent light finding his lover bent over, examining the contents of the oven.

'Putting the oven lower down was a genius move,' Broly thought soaking in the view.

"Good Morning, Breakfast is nearly done," she said studiously as she checked the temperature for the fifth time.

Especially after Broly had treated her to delicacies, she wanted to return the favour, not wanting to look bad in front of him.

"There are some snacks on the table if you're hungry," she said consciously, bringing the tray out and adding an assortment of spices and sprays.

Broly smiled genuinely, he thought about making some kind of joke or playing around but he could see that she was really concentrating so he waited for her to finish, sitting at the dining table, entranced by her figure.

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"So...what do you think?" she said, her big eyes locked on him while her fingers twitched nervously.

'Honestly, it's good, slightly better than when I started but not as tasty as what I could make on my own'

"It tastes excellent," Broly said, smiling at her as he took another helping.

"So it's just mediocre huh?" she said, slightly disappointed in herself.

"I didn't say that!"

"But you didn't deny it either," she said, looking into his eyes, glimpsing at his soul.

Broly stuttered, not able to word his response properly.

"I knew it!"

"You have talent, much better than when I started cooking"

"How old were you?"

"Twelve," he said, downing a canister of water.

Hanasia smiled as she watched him eat, a small warmth in her chest growing.