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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter One hundred and one

You gently put your hands on Goku’s arms. Even though you had a feeling that it would be impossible to get him to really let go of you right now, something inside of your gut said that you needed to. Only as you tried to move aside Goku’s arms he locked them into place and buried his head into your hair. You let out a deep breath and relaxed your hands. They went into a mild “I give up” position before settling back down.

Goku grinned as he felt your temporary submission. He rubbed his cheek on the top of your head even as he took in deep breaths.

“Mine,” he whispered so that only you could hear him. “All mine. We’re going to start our life together now okay? I’ll build you a house just like I said I would. That way you won’t have to lie to everyone anymore.”

Those words were heartwarmingly sweet. You tried to keep the smile off your face but it was easier said than done. It got infinitesimally easier when you saw the other’s reactions. Trunks’ nearly made you laugh from how heavily he was pouting. But Gohan and Brody’s reactions were far less laugh worthy. Gohan was glaring at his father with so much anger it was a wonder he was able to keep it under wraps. Broly...did not look happy. He looked caught somewhere between rage and surprise.

And the name that you heard fall from his lips didn’t help. “Kakarot…”

Goku finally looked up from his spot on your head. He leveled Broly with an even look. It wasn’t like he’d forgotten that the other saiyan was there. It was more that getting a hold of you had been far more important. And a better experience compared to standing in front of the unreasonable saiyan.

“Broly,” he greeted.

Broly clenched his fists. From the short distance between you and he, you could already see his body straightening up as though preparing for a fight. There was no doubt in your mind that was exactly what he was doing.

“Goku let me go.”

“Never,” he answered you in a very straight, no-nonsense tone.

“Goku, please.”

“Nope.”

You groaned as you swatted at his arms. Which apparently had not been your brightest idea. Broly stepped forward in rapid succession. He stopped a few inches away from you, if that. Goku looked up at the wrathful saiyan with an extremely tempered expression. Meanwhile you were just trying not to hyperventilate between the two walls of stubborn muscle.

“Don’t touch her, Kakarot.”

“It’s too late for that.”

You gaped, trying to find something to look at other than the thinly veiled abs belonging to Broly. Not that you were very successful. Goku still hadn’t let you go and Broly hadn’t stepped back either.

“Let go,” Broly tried once more. From what you understood it was actually a great show of restraint on his part that he was even talking to Goku at all.

“No.”

Goku was being a stubborn beast but that was something you should have expected by this point. He had already told you that he was going to hug you and not let go the second he got the chance. So far he was just making good on his word. Which left you with very few options. With Broly very quickly running out of patience as he dealt with the man that was his trigger, you knew that you needed to do something. Especially if Goku stubbornly clung to you instead of fighting the battle he was provoking. You weren’t afraid that Goku would turn you into a meat shield or anything. It was more that you were worried he’d turn himself into the shield by turning his back to Broly.

So you reached out with your arms and pulled Broly in. You could just barely get your fingers to touch around the large man. So instead you fisted them into the tight material of his shirt. As you did so you rested your head on him trying desperately to remain calm despite the situation.

“It’s okay, Broly. Everything is fine. It’s okay.”

You really hoped that sounded more calming than placating. You’d have looked to Gohan for advice or help but all you could see was Broly and a fuzzy green area away from Broly that your eyes didn’t want to focus on when you turned your head.

“Hey!” Goku started in a slightly confused but most frustrated tone. “Stop hugging him!”

“No,” it was your turn to be stubborn.

You could feel in a very literal sense as Goku’s frustration physically manifested. Tighter muscles and faster breathing. His tail, which you had brought back on his visit to Earth, wrapped around one of your arms. Which apparently drew the attention of Broly away from the man he was just inches away from. At least for a few seconds. You felt another tail wrap around your other arm and realized that Broly was mimicking Goku. Especially when you started to feel his arms going around your shoulders, separating Goku from you more than before. Which Goku did not appreciate in the least. For you it was rather awkward. Tug-o-war suddenly came to mind.

“Stop touching her!” He demanded hotly.

“No. She is my friend.”

Normally Goku had no problem with you having friends. He actually wanted you to be friends with all his friends too. It was just that the last time someone claimed to be your friend it was his son. And his son went on to betray him by making you break your promise to him. His son had claimed to be your friend but then he acted like he was married to you; he had tried to take you away.

“I married her and put a baby in her. She’s going to stay with me so let go.”

Broly did not like that at all. You tried to whisper soothing woods to Broly but he’d decided to stop controlling his anger. You felt yourself being yanked forward into him around the shoulders and then pulled back by the waist. It was an uncomfortable feeling. When Goku grunted (huffed) and super saiyaned it up, Broly let his power continue to rise.

Goku pulled at you harder and you grasped. That...had actually hurt. It sent a flutter of something through your body. Your tail wiggled and went a little limp as the shockwave settled down. Instinctively you knew that wasn’t a good thing. Your mind flew down to the area which had just sent you a warning sign and your heart raced.

“Goku let go!” You said desperately this time.

“I told you I wasn’t going to let go,” he said in a deep voice.

“It’s hurting the baby,” you said with a bit of fear.

You couldn’t be certain. You didn’t know if that was what would really be what happened but it seemed possible. If women could miscarry after getting hit in the stomach then it seemed possible you could with his arms acting like metal bars yanking you back, hitting you with the force of not letting you go.

Broly and Goku let go of you at once. But only so long as it took Broly to grab your arm again and pull you to his side. All in the same motion he landed a punch to Goku’s face.

Goku instantly retaliated. But with a sudden snap, they fell over on eachother. And when gravity took over...they were a heep of Saiyans with Goku on the bottom. You pried Broly’s fingers off of your wrist and moved back away from them very quickly.

Gohan walked up beside you with a concerned frown. “Are you okay?”

“I think I just found the limits of my balloon,” you whispered as your hand instinctively curved around your stomach. A bit too high on your torso for the small thing inside of you but it was a universal gesture that Gohan understood regardlessly.

“...your balloon?”

You nodded absentmindedly. “I described pregnancy like a water balloon to Goten. Told him that mine was stronger than her’s...but I don’t think it’s strong enough to take them yanking me around like that.”

You were playing the pronoun game without actually trying. Good thing Gohan understood whom it was you were talking about.

“We need to get you to a doctor,” Gohan said with wide eyes.

He looked down at you concerned, reaching for your hand. You made sure that he didn’t touch you simply because you knew he wanted to instant transmit you and himself back to Earth.

“We don’t need to go back. I’m okay now,” you explained to try and make sure you didn’t hurt his feelings when you pulled away. “I just found my current limits. Guess they’re about the same as any other woman...or at least proportionate I mean, not the same. Got a little shockwave when his arm bar pulled me back.”

You were still a bit nervous over that. Up to this point you hadn’t really suffered through any of the normal pregnancy warnings. But within the course of half a day you’d thrown up and experienced a worrisome pain. Today was just not your day. Though watching as Goku and Broly passed out with Broly on top of Goku was kind of funny. It almost made up for what came before.

“So Goten’s dad hurt the baby?” Trunks asked as he moved in closer, hands in his pockets.

“Just call him Goku, Trunks. It’s weird hearing you call him ‘Goten’s dad’ all the time.”

“But he is,” Gohan said with a meaningful look. “He’s mine and Goten’s dad.”

A pang hit your heart. You knew that but...it was still just different feeling. Like something didn’t match up. Not to mention there was a whole lot of weird things going on with the relationship. Was it morally okay that you were dating the son of your questionable ex-husband? It was a little hard to navigate the right and wrongs of this whole situation.

“I know…” you replied to Gohan even though the whole situation popped back and forth in your head. You looked to Trunks and finally answered his question, “And no, I don't think so. Maybe if he hadn’t let me go and kept pulling and squeezing me that hard...if he and Broly had continued to use me as the rope in their game of tug-o-war, definitely. But pretty sure the baby is safe.”

“Good,” Trunks said firmly.

“Now why don’t we let them sleep while we go make lunch?”

You had spoken to Gohan primarily but meant that for Trunks as well. After all he wanted to be an adult so there was no reason he shouldn’t help with meal preparation. Especially since there was a small army about to need feeding.

“You want to just leave them there?” Gohan asked in surprise.

“Why not? There is nothing on this planet that can hurt them and from what I’ve seen it isn’t like there is a large population to judge them,” you said mildly.

Besides if you went with your first instinct and moved Goku and Broly to a bed that was likely to cause problems. More so with Goku than Broly at this point. Though given how Broly had responded you had a bad feeling that there was going to be more problems to come.

“Food sounds good,” Trunks said before heading into the ship.

You started following after him but Gohan caught your hand before you passed him. At that moment Trunks looked back so there wasn’t a lot of time to react to the sudden jerk of a stop.

“Aren’t you two coming?” The lilac haired half saiyan asked.

“We will be there in a minute Trunks. I just want to talk to Bella,” Gohan apple out.

Trunks looked between you and Gohan. His eyes flickered to the other two collapsed saiyans as well. Then he simply shrugged and continued walking into the ship. You stared at him, hard, as he walked away. So when you asked him for time to talk to Gohan he was against it. When Gohan asked for the privacy to talk he didn’t care. That was a very annoying trait.

As Trunks continued where you could no longer see him, Gohan pulled you in front of him nicely to get your attention. You stared up at him with an uncertain gaze as you tried to riddle out exactly what he wanted to talk about. He didn’t make you wait long.

“When he wakes up, dad is going to try and hold you again isn’t he?”

“Probably. He kind of swore he was going to hug me and never let go,” you told Gohan honestly. “I don’t know how serious he is about that never part but yeah, probably.”

Gohan stopped in and wrapped his arms loosely around you. With the tense way he held himself you knew there was a lot going on beneath the surface. So you stayed quiet and hugged him back. As hard as the situation was for you to juggle, it must have been difficult for Gohan too. Just in a different way. He was probably really jealous and anxious and yet he was doing okay with it. A few hours ago aside of course. You had actually expected much worse. But he was holding it all together for the moment.

“You promised that bringing my dad back wouldn’t change the fact that we’re together,” Gohan reminded you. You nodded slowly against his chest. “But right when we got here you wanted to break up. Were you lying to me back then to make me feel better?”

“No,” you said tightly, trying to push back the instant wave of indignation. “I didn’t want to break up over Goku or even because of him Gohan. That’s just your brain connecting all the wrong dots about why I said what I said. It doesn’t matter what Goku says or whatever, I’m not leaving you for him. Even if we break up I’m not going to hook up with Goku. I just don’t want to be in a constant cycle of arguing then sex; I don’t want to turn into someone that yells at you all the time or just waits at home worried if you’re going to come back or not. That’s not me. I don’t want that to be me.”

Gohan held you tighter as he let out a deep breath. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m not my dad and you’re not my mom.”

You smiled slightly as you finally relaxed into his hug. “Good. Cause this whole relationship thing is hard enough with Goku wanting me to be your mom instead of your girlfriend.”

“Fiancée,” Gohan corrected in a timid sort of whisper.

And you were suddenly struck with the memory of one of the wishes he’d made on your behalf not too long ago. He’d made it so that you didn’t have a record on Earth. You could go back to school until you took your test. And while that wouldn’t get you back your apartment it did mean that once again you could marry him in a legal Earth way.

Actually…

“Uh, Gohan...important question.”

“Yeah?”

“Where’d that namekian go?”

Gohan just laughed.
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