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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter Eighty-five

“If I asked you to hold me, without talking or anything, would you do it?”

You waited nervously without looking at your breakfast companion. Instead you kept your attention on the slowly roasting stag over the fire. The animal had been cleaned and gutted already and the meat dripped into the fire. All in all it looked very appetizing. Unfortunately for you, you looked at it with an unseeing gaze.

Brody’s nodding head caught your attention faster than anything. You snapped your gaze up to him as you but your lip. You couldn’t hold his eyes for long without feeling like a helpless, needy child.

“...can...can you just hold me please?”

Your voice was quiet, verging in mouse-like. But somehow he heard it over the crackling flames. Or maybe he just understood your sentiment without needing to know what was said. Either way, Broly got up just long enough to sit beside you. At which point you were pulled onto his lap and his arms were around you.

You curled your hand under your chin as you leaned against him. It was so strange that somehow the man who had intimidated you so much (though he honestly still did) was as comfortable as he was. His sheer physical size should have made you feel childish and weak. He was bigger than either Goku or Gohan in every way imaginable. And yet right now that felt oddly comforting. You were so small in his arms that it felt like all your troubles could have been small too.

They weren’t. Your issues were mountainous by this point. But they felt smaller the smaller you felt. So you curled yourself up while sitting on Broly’s lap. His arms just barely tightened around you before remembering that he was supposed to be gentle.

“S’okay,” you said quietly. “You can tighten your arms, I’m not that breakable yet.”

Broly had a hard time looking down at you for your statement. It was a bad angle because of the size difference and position. Not that looking down would have helped much. You’d buried half of your face into one of his pecs. Normally you wouldn’t have even reached up to his chest but considering that you were sitting on his thigh, you’d been able to. Just barely. You pressed your ear to him and closed your eyes, focusing on his steady heart beat. It was different than your own which had been beating rapidly since earlier.

Even hunting and killing the stag hadn’t brought your anxiety and fear down. But somehow they guy you’d been so afraid of for various reasons was able to help with that. Being held made you feel better. And it was easier to calm down when there was a steady heartbeat and breathing pattern near. Not to mention the thick arms which wrapped around you, imprisoning you in a simple kind of warmth.

“She took my home,” you said quietly, brokenly. “They...I have to move. I don’t know what to do. I don’t even want—-I don’t want to go back there now.”

At the same time your heart squeezed painfully in your chest as you remembered all the little things that you kept there. Everything that you still had left from either of your lives was in the studio apartment. And normally that wouldn’t be a problem seeing as it was your home. But your home had effectively been taken from you. Chichi has seen to that.

Just a few hours ago, as you woke up with Gohan beside you, Chichi had stormed into your studio apartment. She literally broke down your door and invaded your home. Considering that she barely registered over the multitudes of others in the city, you hadn’t sensed her in your sleep. Neither had Gohan. Which meant that she had stormed to find a very, very compromising sleeping arrangement. To the point that there were no clothes or sheets to be seen to disguise the fact that Gohan was still inside of you as you and he slept.

She had screamed in rage at the lurid scene which she had rushed into. And what made it worse was the fact that Goten had been the one to lead his mother to your studio. He had watched with utmost curiosity as Gohan scrambled to pull out, as you closed your legs and winced from how sore your lower body was (especially since Gohan had just pulled out in a rush), and as his mother screamed at you and Gohan bloody murder.

Her screaming had attracted every resident in the area. And the manager had gotten involved. On top of that, someone had called the cops. With the accusations that Chichi slung at you about being a whore the building manager had called into question just how you were paid for everything upfront to begin with. You couldn’t prove that you had an income. And since Chichi kept saying that you were a whore...well the cops decided that was good enough.

Thankfully they let you put clothes on before you were escorted out of the building. As you were being led out, your manager served you with an eviction notice based on breach of contract. They had gotten that ready so fast that it left you spinning. Gohan kept trying to talk sense into them but it was just a really bad morning. No one wanted to listen to anything at six in the morning, the sun wasn’t even up.

So you did the only thing that you could think to do. Once they put you into the back of the squad car, you transmitted out. You couldn’t go back to the apartment, nor could you go to the school with how the cops were looking for you, and running to Gohan was out of the question. Which left you with Broly.

You’d appeared inside of the building. That was about when the dam broke and you had started crying. He had been ready to end the planet. You’d just asked him to get food instead. Which was why there was a large Stag (gutted and cleaned) now roasting over the large fire pit that you had built a while back.

The sun had long since come up and the meat may have been done. But you couldn’t stop shaking as Broly held onto you.

It was over. Everything was over.

You had been evicted from your studio for a breach of contract. The cops had put you under arrest. And the would probably put in that you fled now too. Which made you a fugitive.

Everything you’d wanted was gone. Done. There was no way to pick up the pieces.

It was all that bitch’s fault.

You were done.

Done with her.

Done with trying to help.

Done.

That anger didn’t stop the hot tears that fell from your eyes once more. Broly felt the liquid on his chest. He frowned heavily as he shifted you closer.

As soon as he found out who had made you this upset, he was going to rip them apart.
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