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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter sixty-three

You smiled, trying not to laugh, as you looked at the confused expression on Broly’s face. He seemed completely confused about the situation as a whole. Apparently being around a bunch of humans that all seemed to stare at him and move out of the way confused him.

“Sir, Ma’am, we have to ask you to leave,” a brave middle aged man came over.

You tilted your head as you looked at him. “Excuse me?”

“We have a no shirt, no shoes, no service policy.”

...seriously? Someone was actually upholding that policy? And they chose to do it because of a seven and a half foot wall of muscle? That seemed like a smart choice. The only thing thing he didn’t have on was a shirt. His boots and pants might seem a bit out of place but at least he was wearing them. And seriously it wasn’t like you had walked into a restaurant with him. You were at a clothing store! One that, according to the internet, had the largest male sizes sold. You were just hoping that the were large enough. If you thought Gohan and Goku were massive then Broly was gargantuan. And he wasn’t even in his super saiyan form!

“We’re here to buy clothes. He lost all of his when he was moving yesterday. The trucks brakes went out and crashed. Caught fire and burned up.”

You hated lying. Hated it with a passion despite the necessity of it. But that was all you seemed to be doing with normal Earthlings now a days. Except for those who had known Goku and now Sharpener. Sort of...

“I’m sorry to hear that, but he can’t walk around the store like that. There are rules.”

“Whose rules?” Broly asked as he narrowed his eyes.

Quick. Think. Think.

“What if he was in the changing room? Please? This is the only store that might carry his size,” at least that was the truth.

The store attendant seemed to weigh the options. Most likely he was debating if it would get him fired or not. But then he nodded and lead you and Broly to the back of the store where the changing room was. Considering that the store sold things for the big and tall, the stalls were a lot larger than normal. In fact, they were small rooms. Still, judging by the way he shuffled about just out of your sight, it seemed to be too small for his tastes. Everything that you could think of was going to be too small for his tastes.

“What is this room for?” Broly asked as he looked at the four walls around him.

“They give you privacy to take off your clothes so that you can try new ones on to make sure that they fit.”

You quickly turned around when you realized that he’d tugged on a single knot and his pants dropped. As that happened your face went completely red and you pressed yourself against the stall door.

“Ma’am you aren’t supposed to be in there,” another attendant told you through the door. Apparently the first man decided he didn’t want to deal with you.

You felt like banging your head. “He’s a special needs case.”

You weren’t sure if that was a lie or not. From what you had heard from Gohan on this guy he’d been very simple minded. Or at least very direct and obsessional. From what you gathered that seemed to fit. Still he seemed to understand everything you had been saying so far. Even if his emotional range was limited at least he understood what you told him. Or seemed to at least. Still...he did have special needs. Like for people to make sure that he didn’t get pissed off.

Making use of the sales associates, whom probably worked partially on commission at this store, you were able to find a few things for Broly. At least for shirts and sweatpants. Even the longest sweatpants had to sit low on his hips for them to fit and the shirts barely covered the waistline. Even the boxers they had fit tighter than they should have. But it was better than nothing.

You could say two things for sure after this trip. One was that Gohan’s offer seemed like the far less daunting task knowing what you knew now. And the second was that if you needed to get Broly to pass out all you would have to do would be to arouse him so that there wasn’t enough blood for his brain.

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You laid across your bed, completely splayed out and vulnerable as you stared up at your ceiling. After a few hours in the city with Broly, all of your nerves and fears were still prominent. Everywhere you looked there seemed to be something to startle the big man. And whatever startled him started the rise of his anger. The only thing you were grateful for was the fact that at least he didn’t seem to react right away. He took at least a few seconds to get angry. In those seconds you had to find out what caused it and step in.

None of that made you feel any safer. It felt like he was a landmine that was ready to blow the moment you shifted your weight. And the fact that you felt Gohan trailing you made you even nervous. You were so thankful that Broly didn’t seem to be able to sense energy. At least not well enough to pick up on the half saiyan.

You flicked your energy a few times just to kind of signal Gohan. Your door was unlocked but he didn’t even use the door. If it wasn’t for the fact that you had set up the agreements around instant transmission back in the hyperbolic time chamber with him, him just appearing might have been considered rude.

“Hard day?”

You groaned. “You should know, stalker.”

Though you couldn’t see the guilty, nervous grin you heard the kind of laugh that went with it. Slowly you sat up to stare at him as you blinked. It had only been a few hours that you’d been out showing Broly the city but it felt like a lifetime. If it wasn’t for the constant threat of him losing his temper and destroying everything it wouldn’t have been so bad. Watching children’s mouths drop as they asked about him being a giant had even been amusing. And he did seem to be sort of listening and learning. Though it felt like he was high in a tower and not really engaging with what was going on. Right up till the anger reactions. The only thing that showed you he’d been paying attention at all was the fact that he had definitely found foods that he favored over others.

“I’m actually surprised. It went a lot better than I thought it would. He didn’t destroy anything.”

“My nerves,” you answered. “They’re shot. I’m just glad he desired to stay in the mountains. I don’t think I could handle not having my bed.”

To emphasize your point you flopped back down. Your arms spread out as you took a deep breath. You let out the same breath as Gohan took a seat as well. He angled himself so that one of his legs was on your bed while the other one wasn’t. That way he could see you clearly. Out of the corner of your eye you saw that he was holding onto the leg on your bed as he leaned forward.

“You handled him like a pro,” Gohan complimented. “Really.”

“Uh uh, sure,” you rolled your eyes. “Kind of want to give him back. I’m mentally exhausted. This is why I didn’t want to be a parent yet. I kind of just want to put him back where he came from. Do you think the universe accepts returns?”

Gohan shifted in his spot nervously. You knew that you were just venting a little bit but you had touched on what he was sure was about to be a very sensitive topic. A month might seem like a long time but it really wasn’t. Especially when considering fertility statistics. There was no guarantee that his plan to spare you some pain would even work. He might be able to convince Goten and the Namekians not to bring back his father (and that was still a might) but Gohan had no delusions about Broly. He had no influence over the stronger saiyan and if he acted anything like his own dad had when you were in heat then there’d be no stopping him. Anyone who got in his way would die.

It was true that Vegeta had gotten stronger since last time they faced him. It was also true of Goku as well regardless of his dead state. But Gohan was still weaker than when he took down cell. And if it came to it they didn’t have the grown up Trunks to help this time (or his dad currently). You had talked about how the “three” of them had fought him last time. Gohan hadn’t corrected you because he didn’t want to make you more afraid than you already were. Adult Trunks hadn’t visited in a long time, he (Gohan) was weaker than the first time, and Goku was dead. There was no way that, even with Vegeta being stronger, they’d have been able to beat the Broly from the first time. Much less the one who had nearly died and gained a substantial boost in power because of it.

“What do you think he’ll do in a month?” Gohan asked indirectly, a blush already spreading over his cheeks.

“...oh god,” you groaned, pulling a pillow over your head and trying to hide. “He’s a live wire. Instinct to attack everything that startles him or makes him angry. I don’t know how the heat thing works because Vegeta didn’t act any different even though he had a...reaction…”

Gohan stored that information away despite the fact that he really didn’t want to. This was the last kind of a topic that he thought he’d ever have to talk about regarding a person who could wipe them all out. Fighting...training...wishing people back...sure those were expected. Prior to a few days ago he never thought he’d have to worry about sex. Not like this. In fact, not that he really noticed it, but there was a distinct lack of thoughts on the matter years prior to now.

“So did you decide what you wanted?” Gohan asked nervously.

You pressed the pillow into your face even harder as you let out a whine. You didn’t want to deal with this. You knew you had to all things considering. It had been a few hours since Gohan had brought it up. You’d asked him to give you a day to think about it but you doubted a few more hours would make much of an emotional impact anyways. The situation you were in was just so messed up. You knew that Gohan was just trying to look out for you. But you just didn’t wanna.

You lifted the pillow just enough so that Gohan could heat you talk. “Between you, Broly, and Broly destroying the world because Goku’s back...you. And you’re awesome so don’t take it the wrong way but fuck I don’t want to deal with this.”

“Yeah,” Gohan agreed as he resisted the urge to shake his leg.

Last time he’d done that, he shook his school so hard that people thought that there had been an Earthquake. If he did that in your apartment building there might be some damage.

You curled up with your pillow still on your head so that Gohan didn’t see your mortified face, and so that you couldn’t see his. You curled towards him as you stayed there in silence, your tail draping over your hip and down and around your leg.

“What about in nine months? Or what if Saiyans develops faster?” You fretted. “A crying baby. That’s bound to get Broly angry. Hell I bet most parents get angry at their kids so I couldn’t blame him. But yeah...I don’t know how to be a mom. I barely know how to be an adult. Not to mention school. I don’t know how...and you…”

There were some broken thoughts there filled with a lot of emotion. You didn’t know how you were going to balance getting Broly to acclimate and not destroy the world while still going to school. You weren’t sure how you were going to go to school while pregnant. You were sure that plenty of girls did it but you weren’t sure if you could. Especially if the whole mood swing thing you heard about was real. You could only imagine how that’d go over. An md that wasn’t accounting for Broly’s reaction which might just be Earth shattering.

On top of all of that there was Gohan to considering in all of this mess. He’d been offering to be your personal hero in such an odd way at great personal cost to him. Last you heard he planned to help sire a child to keep you safe from Broly’s potential lusts. Which of course would probably destroy any relationships he might have been building up. Not to mention he’d be a dad when you gave birth if both you and he survived that long. Then throw on training to get stronger, eating up years of his life to do that...and so much more.

“I’ll be there to help. I helped mom with Goten remember?”

That was true. Gohan had more experience being a parent than you did. He’d been helping his mom with that rascal since he was born. And no doubt he helped her through the pregnancy too.

“You shouldn’t have to…” you groaned into your pillow. “You should get to be a kid too.”

“I don’t mind. Seriously. It’s better than the alternatives right?”

“...probably,” you admitted as you slowly shifted the pillow so you could peak out. “But serious time for a minutes—-you realize that we’d have to…”

Gohan nodded at what you alluded to as his entire body showed how uncomfortable he was with the topic. He looked like you had replaced his spine with a pole.

“More than once,” you sort of continued. “It’s...not…”

How did you even talk about the flashes of emotional concepts in your head?

“Have you ever even kissed someone Gohan?”

He shook his head no and the pillow went right back over your face.
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