Chapter 49: Aftermath (49)
Mushro entered the hospital room smoothly, making little noise as he stepped inside.
"Happy Birth-"
Paragus couldn't even finish his sentence before he started coughing erratically.
"Shhhhhh! The doctor said not to talk! Are you trying to screw up your voice?" Mushro said concerned.
"Sorry"
"Shhhhhhh!"
"Happy Birthday Mushro," Celery said, trying to sit up.
"Thank you but please don't move, you could-"
"We're fine Mushro, we're Saiyans, the doctors said we'll recover in 3 weeks at most," Aspa said, staring hard at the ceiling.
"That doesn't make your injuries any less severe! Paragus can barely breathe and you and Celery both have-"
"When did you start caring?"
Mushro was silent.
"Aspa, don't be a dick"
"Sorry, it's first nature," Aspa said passingly.
Paragus started to chuckle only to cough repeatedly.
"Mushro, we appreciate your visits but it is your birthday! Go have fun! Don't spend time looking at how injured we are, enjoy yourself!" Celery spoke clearly, trying hard to persuade Mushro.
"Ah, ok," Mushro said defeatedly before leaving.
The door closed behind him gently.
"Look how quickly he left," Aspa chimed.
"Aspa!"
"Sorry!"
Aspa then breathed out a heavy sigh.
"I feel like shit," he muttered, melting into his hospital bed.
"And you look like it too," Celery chirped, putting Aspa down.
"Well we both have the same injuries, how come I look worse?"
Paragus sat up on his hospital bed, his eyes locking on a smiling Celery.
"Fuck! Don't you-"
"You're too stupid to understand"
Paragus bursts out laughing which was promptly followed by three deep chesty coughs.
"I fucking hate you"
"Aww! I hate you too," Celery said, grinning at Aspa.
Aspa breathed out another deep sigh.
"Those videos were something though, seeing myself all powered-up, I looked sick!" Aspa said, reflecting on the footage he had seen of the fights.
"And I suppose you looked kind of good as well," he said to Celery, much quieter.
"I looked like a power-hungry war goddess," Celery said, dryly.
"I know," Aspa said smirking, laying back on his hospital bed, inching the bandages that covered his chest.
Aspa whistled sharply.
"It was hot as fuck"
Celery's cheeks reddened as she turned her body away from Aspa's bed facing the wall.
Paragus groaned from his own bed, opposite the two of them, wrapping his pillow over his head.
"Broly though is just another monster, I don't even know what to say about the kid"
The atmosphere in the room turned serious as Aspa brought up Broly.
"The scientists say that the transformation that happened to him was way different from the one that happened to us, apparently, he also destroyed every Hatchiyak on Sythis, with the ki grenades he kept spewing," Aspa said, recalling the footage and the information he was told.
"I wouldn't blame them if they kicked us off the planet after that display, even I had chills hearing that scary laugh," Celery said, her body relaxing as she opened up.
"The Tuffles aren't like that though, they're good people, they won't kick a kid who's not even 18 into the scary depths of the universe,"
"You think so? Mr Excellent Judge of Character?"
"I know so and to be honest, I don't think Broly would have any trouble, alone in the universe anyway"
Paragus turned involuntarily as they spoke about Broly, he had seen a side he had never seen before and it made him wonder whether Broly was really alright. He seemed to be struggling mentally and in the video, he spoke to himself and burst out laughing ominously.
It wasn't normal.
Paragus discarded these thoughts as he slept for the third time today.
The Saiyans abandoned their chatter and rested as their bodies slowly recovered.
Tsufurian Society experienced physical and metaphorical waves after the event that occurred at the Saiyans Vs Robots tournament. For one Tuffle media for a brief period of time was flooded with Queen Nana's supporters and fanatics praising her to no end about her seamless leadership and compassion for the Tuffle people.
On the other end of the spectrum, the Minister of General Safety was pressed to release a fifty-page document listing in detail how various safety measures, in particular, the underground chambers, were built and realised.
The Tsufurians had witnessed first hand and it was immortalised on the Skynet how destructive the Saiyans could be. If the Saiyans had just arrived and this kind of event happened, there would have been no doubt public panic and outcry in fear for the removal of the Saiyans.
However, since the Tuffles had known about the Saiyans for over 12 years now, the opposite happened. Artists swarmed the markets and produced various Saiyan action-figures, Saiyan posters, Saiyan comic strips, Saiyan Stories and there was even word that some movies were in development. The Tuffle people were temporarily infatuated with the Saiyans, many therapists and biologists coming out of obscurity and securing the public eye by attempting to explain what had happened.
To the Tuffles the Saiyans were god-like figures that could do what they needed technology to do, the sacred protectors of Sythis. Furthermore, as the Ten-Year anniversary of the royal marriage approached, what was initially met with mild confusion and moderate indifference suddenly became an explosive and widely celebrated event.
Broly was like a hermit throughout this time.
As he had become something of an overnight celebrity, arguably the most popular person on Sythis, he kept to himself and his fellow Saiyans more often, his isolation at his job became a safe haven and solace as whenever he went anywhere he had to politely diffuse and calm down the people who saw him.
'I am glad they took it well, I really would have lost my mind if they hadn't have been so supportive' Broly thought as he made his way to work.
He felt like an insane person when the event had just happened but as the Tuffles had extensive knowledge of mental health and conditions they quickly supported and relaxed Broly who felt like a stranger had entered his own body. They had explained to him that because he was such a gentle person, his conscious had personified his anger and given it a voice so that he could take it more seriously.
Getting angry was a part of being healthy after all.
Broly bought this explanation but held off talking about the words the voice has said, claiming not to understand it.
"Are you good buddy?" Mr Yellow chirped, flying high above him.
"I'm fine, Yellow, you don't have to ask me every day," Broly said, watching him twirl and backflip in the air.
"Just making sure, you're scary as hell when you go monster mode," Mr Yellow said in a serious tone.
"Don't call it that," Broly said embarrassed.
"Noted, will call it Monster Mode from this moment forward!" Mr Yellow said confidently.
"Failsafe"
Mr Yellow who was mid cartwheel felt the harsh sting of gravity and his head was on a collision course with the ground.
"Emergency!" Mr Yellow cried out and a blue transparent force-field stopped him from hitting the ground.
Mr Yellow then sprung to life and flew back into the air again.
"Who taught you how to did that? Broly said, deeply amused.
"Dr Console"
"You spoke to him?"
"Yeah, I said you were going to jump him if he didn't"
"No way"
"Uwah! So anyway..."
Mr Yellow and Broly talked leisurely as they entered Broly's aircraft hangar, approaching the edge of Tuffle city.
"Try to keep up," Broly said levitating into the sky.
"Oooo! Race you to Yellow Island!"
"Yellow Island?"
"I claimed it"
"Sure you did"
Wooosh!
[Tuffle Society is in uproar after the gripping events that took place at the tournament! But among the quiet and peaceful city could there trouble lurking under the surface? Could there be a devious mastermind pulling strings in the background? Find out in the next chapter of Dragon Ball Revised!]
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