Most people had probably dreamed of this before—on some birthday after starting work, dragging their exhausted body back to their rented apartment, only for their family to suddenly call and tell them that they were actually billionaires. Then they would pick them up in a Lamborghini or some other luxury sports car, point at a seaside villa, and tell them:
"Child, that house is my birthday gift to you."
All the unhappiness and helplessness from before had merely been a test from their family. Now they could finally start showing off!
For Star-Lord, who had lost the mother he depended on as a child, been kidnapped onto a stinking spaceship, and grown up as an interstellar thief among a bunch of lunatics and psychos, he had probably dreamed that dream more than once.
For him, Ego's appearance almost perfectly matched that dream—
His disobedient teammates had angered a massive fleet, and just as they were about to be turned into beehives, his biological father had flown in on a gleaming spaceship and blown up every Sovrin ship in one go. Then he had taken him to a planet like a fairyland, stood on the balcony of a magnificent palace, pointed at the beautiful grasslands and gentle setting sun, and told him:
"Son, this is your home."
Not only that, he was a Celestial, able to mold strange energy into a ball, with a beauty by his side who had an "unmentionable" relationship with him...
But unfortunately, it had only been a dream.
The truth was that his father had killed his mother. The husband his mother had imagined, glowing with holy light, was nothing but a bastard, and he himself was merely a humanoid battery designed for a purpose.
The beautiful planet and magnificent palace did belong to him, but