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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter Ninety

You looked up at the spherical spaceship with such an impressed look that Trunks snickered from beside you. To him it was just another thing he watched his mom build. Sure it was bigger than the one she and gramps had built for his dad but it was the same concept.

“Any wider and you’re going to look like a fish,” was Trunk’s wise ass comment as he playfully moved to help you shut your jaw.

Something about the look of utter surprise and fascination did resonate with him. And it created an uncanny feeling. The idea that you were actually kinda cute when you looked up like that wafted through his head. Trunks tried to process it as best he could. Thankfully everyone else around him whom might have been paying attention seemed inept at reading more subtle facial cues so he was left alone. You, however, were not left alone.

“You sure you want to do this?” Gohan asked as he moved forward slightly, grabbing your hand to hold in his own.

You nodded slowly. “A promise is a promise.”

Gohan let out a deep breath. Sometimes, like right now, he wished you weren’t so...so...perfect. Then maybe you wouldn’t have gathered so many guys wanting to be around you. Or if you had to be “perfect” Gohan would have even have been happier if you were less stubborn with your ideals. But given the fact that you had to work with the likes of himself and his brother more often than not it was that stubborn streak that let you get through it. Still, he’d be okay with you being a little less honorable. If you were maybe he could have convinced you to leave well enough alone and let his father stay dead. If Goku stayed dead then Gohan figured that everything in the future would be a lot easier. He wouldn’t feel like he was on the cusp of an important battle if he knew his dad would be staying dead.

“Yeah,” Gohan admittedly grudgingly as you squeezed his hand.

It wasn’t just the promise you’d made to his dad that concerned him at this point either. Although Trunks’ enthusiasm and desire to go off World didn’t bother him at this point. Gohan might have even welcomed the company if it wasn’t for one other traveling companion. Broly stood behind you as calm as the current sky. He planned to hold true to the fact that he would escort you no matter where you went now. His presence aggravated everything inside of Gohan. Literally nothing in him wanted Broly anywhere nearby, much less near you. The fact that you seemed almost calm with his presence also set Gohan off internally.

But as he stood there, soaking in the situation, some vicious part of Gohan started to look forward to seeing his dad’s reaction when he realized that Broly was part of your life now too. Unlike with himself and Vegeta, Goku wouldn’t simply be able to beat this particular saiyan if he decided to stand between him and yourself. It’d be almost like payback watching his dad try though. If only that wouldn’t be a world ending battle. Or one that would bring you grief. Otherwise he’d have loved to watch his father get beaten for interfering with the time you spent with Broly. It would be poetic justice. The moment Gohan realized the dark corners his mind started to travel, he pulled you in for a side hug.

You stared up at Gohan quizzically. Given the serious, almost guilt ridden look on his face as he stared at the spaceship, you could only guess that it had to do with the reason why you and he were getting on it to begin with. So despite the critical look you got from Broly you relaxed into Gohan’s side and rubbed your nose along side the bottom of his chest.

“This isn’t the end,” you told him quietly.

Gohan shifted his hand so that his fingers could gently tap the slight plushy spot you’d gained on your belly. It wasn’t much but the fact that you seemed more ticklish there compared to before started to provoke a smile from his lips. You claimed that it was a little girl growing inside of you and Gohan had no reason to disbelieve that. He only hoped that she would never have to go through the tribulations you continued to face on a day to day. But he bet if she was anything like you then she’d amass plenty of her own troubles along the way. He just hoped they were of the more mundane varieties.

“Promise?”

“I promise,” you repeated.

Gohan smiled. Right up to the point that it was hard to breathe when you punched him in the throat. Instinctively he moved away from you. All pairs of eyes turned towards you if they hadn’t already been on you to begin with. Instead of answering all of the questions waiting for you in the shocked silence you just continued to stare at Gohan pointedly.

When he caught his breath once more and recovered from the unexpected blow, Gohan grinned and rubbed his hand on the back of his head.

“You were right. Didn’t expect that,” he laughed in a relieved manner.

“Good,” you said promptly. “Cause you deserved that. Long time coming.”

Not really. You’d told him you would punch him in the throat when he least expected it around the end of prom. It had only been a day and a half since then. Most of which you’d spent either asleep or crying. Not something that Gohan liked. What he did like was the fact that you smiled at him as you started to turn around. He’d been forgiven for saying that a promise, a commitment actually, meant very little to you.

But he didn’t want to let you get the last word in. Gohan soundless grabbed your hand and pulled you back into him, turning you around in the process. In front of Bulma’s whole family (and Broly), Gohan leaned down and kissed you. His hands wrapped around you loosely as you smiled into the affectionate gesture. Once he’d drawn back to stand at his full height, you started walking into the spacecraft once more. Which meant that you were completely unaware of the pointed, challenging look that Gohan leveled Broly with when the bigger saiyan made a sound of disgruntlement. What Gohan wasn't aware of though was that Broly hadn’t been the only one there watching his every action.

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Happily you munched on a bowl of fruit and yogurt as you sat at the oblong table built into the far kitchen wall. Considering the type of people she made it for, the table was rather big. Big enough for the original two saiyan guesstimate. It was not big enough for all four passengers that were on board to eat there at the same time. So while Gohan and Trunks showered from the half day of training under 100x gravity in the largest chamber, you ate your first meal of the day. After all, Gohan had all but forbidden you from training under anything stronger than 20x Earth’s Gravity while you were there. Which left you with very little to do.

Broly sat in front of you, not even touching the spread you had laid out mostly because of him. It was a little disturbing because you could see him looking at certain foods but he wouldn’t eat. You finished munching on the last apple slice before you reached for something you saw him looking at more than once. It was a tenderloin that had been reconstituted with the same kind of capsule technology that made capsule Corp the most famous on the planet. Yet no one would be able to tell the difference between the tenderloin in your hand and a freshly cooked one.

“You should eat.”

Broly sat up straighter as he looked to what you’d offered him. A sense of relief washed through you when you saw him take the plate. For a minute it almost felt like there was going to be a snapping point with him. Which was what made the atmosphere so uncomfortable. That faded when he accepted the plate. Broly ate the tenderloin like a big stick of beef jerky regardless of the fact that it was soft. Meat juice dropped off his fingers and down onto the plate. But it left a slightly greasy trail. Between your next plates you handed him a napkin. Only he was licking up the mess on his arms by himself.

You watched in half-fascination. Broly was massive. The fact that you had gotten him to wear shirts recently barely disguised that. You would have thought it would limit his mobility but with the expert way he was getting the juice off himself that didn’t really seem to be the case. And after a minute you realized with an uncomfortable sensation settling in the pit of your stomach that Broly was watching you the entire time.

You pulled your eyes away from him as you lowered the outstretched napkin. Afterwards you focused on the food in front of you even to the point of “ignoring” him when he moved in closer. You plowed through a rice and meat dish pretty quickly. The skewers slowed you down considering that you didn’t want to end up with splinters in your mouth (if that was possible). But you realized that you should have been quicker to clean up when Broly caught your hand.

You shivered when you felt him licking up the juice and sauce. Especially when he got to the trail that somehow made it down to the bend of your elbow. You felt his hair brushing up against your side as he paid far more attention with his teeth scraping against the junction of your elbow than he needed to.

“What’s going on in here?” Gohan asked in a tight voice.

You looked towards Gohan with wide eyes and a concerned brow ridge. You were balanced somewhere between fear and curiosity over Broly’s newest actions. Gohan stood in the doorway, hands clenched at his side, even as Broly casually released your arm and sat back with a smug expression on his face. The half saiyan’s silence demanded an answer but you couldn’t fathom one to give to him. You were at a loss for words yourself. And you were kind of afraid to ask for the answer from Broly because deep down, on some level you were trying ignore, you knew exactly what the answer was. And you knew that somehow you’d started it by giving him that plate.
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