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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter Ninety-two

You laid in peaceful silence with Gohan resting beside you. Every so often when you shifted about and looked at his face, you’d smile. He looked so peaceful and happy that it made you feel good. Like you were doing something beneficial. Like you weren’t everything that was wrong or harmful in his life. It made you almost forget about the implied promise you’d made in return for his continued safety. Because at that moment you could almost believe that this would be what it would be like in the future. When you weren’t waking up to a screaming kid of course. It was the quiet moments like the one you were in which made you reflect on the idea that being married to Gohan wouldn’t have been so bad. He had been right at the start after all - he was a good match for you. Unfortunately you didn’t feel like you would be a good match for him soon.

Feeling nauseated and depressed over your own thoughts, you finally got off the bed. You gathered up some clothes before slipping on a long shirt only (it covered all the necessities) until you could make it into the shower. You needed to be frugal with the water given that you were on a spaceship but there was no way you weren’t scrubbing down after the activities that you and Gohan had participated in.

Once you felt much cleaner, you got redressed. You moved into the main chamber above the bedrooms and looked around at the room. There was a large column in the middle that changed the gravity in the room when the chamber was sealed off. Apparently the older models changed the gravity of the whole ship. But Bulma had made it so that in this model only the large, sealed off chamber would change. Probably because Goku, Gohan, Broly, and maybe even Trunks could handle higher gravities than you could. Since you were re-pregnant and all it was probably a smart choice. Didn’t want to put you in a situation where you had a miscarriage because the gravity pulled the child out of your womb before it was time.

Still you were getting restless. So you turned the gravity up to the highest that you knew it would be safe at. Gohan has said you could reasonable go to 20x the Earth’s gravity without worrying. That was only x2 the gravity of the planet that your species evolved on to handle after all. Besides you weren’t a balloon yet so you figured it would be safe. So under x20 gravity you worked on all the free standing exercises you knew of.

There was actually quite a bit you were able to do by yourself. Though you didn’t have long to actually shake off the energy before the machine lowered the gravity back down. You turned your head to the door as Gohan finally walked through. His hair was a mess and his clothes were sloppily through on. He didn’t even bother with his boots actually.

“What’s wrong?” Gohan asked as he yawned.

You shook your head. Nothing was actually wrong. At least nothing that he needed to worry about at the moment.

“Pent up energy,” you told him honestly.

He looked at you for a moment. “You don’t want to rest?”

His eyes flickering down to your stomach let you know exactly what he was thinking. Obviously he expected that you’d want to be more idle now that you were pregnant. That was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Naw,” you told him casually. “I will have plenty of time to do that when I get so big I’ll waddle when I walk. Right now I just want to keep going.”

He seemed a bit surprised. Which you found amusing. Apparently he figured you’d be way more of an invilid than you were. Granted you were already about half way through your trimester by all accounts but that seemed barely pregnant to you. Some woman might not even have known they were pregnant at your stage, at least not seriously. The ones that didn’t want to get pregnant would have still been praying for their very late period.

“Need me to get you anything?”

“Gohan,” you said with utmost sincerity. “You need to relax. It’s not your job to take care of me…”

Goku would have interjected that it was his, if he’d been there of course.

“I mean...it’s not like anything’s wrong. You can relax, Wonderboy.”

Gohan blushers little as he scratched his nose in embarrassment. You didn’t know, though you suspected it, that he still had the urge to tend to you because of the earlier proclivities. Every time his mom and dad engaged in reproductive actions he had needed to care for his mom. So even though he knew you weren’t hurt that urge was still there. Especially since he knew it was something that his father had not done (responsibly or otherwise). Everything inside of him wanted to do and be better than his father because of you; the closer they got to Namek the more he wanted to hold on to you and meld into your flesh so you would never even consider leaving.

He knew you said this wouldn’t be the end but the urge was still there. Just like the urge to break Trunks’ face earlier had reared up. Yes...he knew that sounded slightly psychopathic but he couldn’t seem to help it. The violent, defensive, and possessive urges seemed hardwired into him. And they were only getting stronger.

“How good is yours and Trunks’ sense of smell?” You asked what seemed like an out of the blue question.

It took him a moment to realize what your actually point of that question was. Unlike you, he hadn’t taken a shower yet. He’d been a little too concerned that you were gone from bed to think about it. You could still smell yourself on him, coating him. You could smell your own essence as well as his. The pants he wore did a little to mask it but nowhere near enough. Especially since you still felt hyper aware of it.

And when he blushed scarlet, you couldn’t help the slight embarrassment which covered your features as well. After all...it was an awkward situation to bring up. Gohan mumbled something that you didn’t catch and walked back out of the main chamber. Once it was sealed you got back to trying to burn off all your energy.

You got maybe ten more minutes before the chamber was opened again. You grumbled under your breath as you held your position. Your tail snapped moodily behind you. With a deep, frustrated breath you turned to see who it was this time. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to see Broly standing there just staring at you. But you were a little surprised considering that he didn’t seem at all motivated to work out. Which left an odd, nervous and irritated feeling inside of you.

You tried to ignore his presence. You did. But it was hard to continue with your work out when he moved from his spot to stand right in front of you. And of course being upside down on your hands didn’t make looking at his face for clues any easier. Not that you had to wait long to see what he wanted. Before you got a word of question our, Broly had his hands on you.

Your stomach completely tightened up when you felt his hand. He readjusted your upside down posture without saying anything. In a sort of shock at what he was doing, all the tension went out of your arms and you needed to right yourself back onto your legs. He didn’t seem bothered by that at all as you turned around to look at him with a probing expression.

“You were doing it wrong,” he said simply.

“H—“ you were about to ask how he knew that but stopped yourself.

You shut your mouth as you felt rather awkward for momentarily even wondering that. It should have been obvious how he knew that. His body was his resume on the topic. And fear aside...it was an impressive body of work. Not that you could see all of it considering that he actually still had his clothes on. But the thin tee shirts could only disguise so much.

The next thing out of his mouth made you wish you had asked a dumb question instead. “You had sex with him.”

Your face slowly went red as the embarrassment swept through your body. It didn’t feel like it would be leaving anytime soon either. You nodded, trying to maintain some dignity, as you prayed that Trunks had been right about what Bulma said. Were you loud during sex? You didn’t think you’d been loud. But...oh you hoped beyond hope that the walls really were thick.

“Why?”

“Huh?” You managed to get out.

“You are already pregnant. Why would you need to have sex with him?”

You had the urge to stare at him since you were at a loss for an answer. At the same time though you were too embarrassed to look into his eyes. So what ended up happening was an awkward shuffle as you tried to find something to look at that wasn’t him. Broly did not make that easy since he stepped in closer, narrowing your field of view. You felt yourself breathing quickly as your heart sped up in embarrassment. Plus the way he was caging you in didn’t help.

“Did you need more sperm?” He presses you with an almost bored, but stable town.

“W-What?” You stammered slightly, nervously. “No. No I...no.”

“...you are afraid,” Broly identified as he looked down at you.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re asking really embarrassing questions,” you told him honestly. “And you’re standing so close, and you keep getting closer. And you were licking my arm earlier.”

So many “ands”. But honestly your brain was starting to panic. The last time a saiyan had directly asked you about sex...not long after you ended up getting fingered in a shower and having sex. Broly has started asking before you and he left Earth. Plus his behaviors and verbal declarations were turning into neon warning signs.

“I have never hurt you.”

That much was true. For the most part.

“You tried to choke me,” you tossed back at him. “When we first met. You tried to choke me.”

“No,” Broly said in a sharper tone. “If I had wanted to choke you, you’d be dead right now.”

You honestly couldn’t deny that. No one would have been able to stop him. That didn’t help you feel secure.

“You scare me,” you admitted quietly, honestly. “Everything I was told about you...I met you and I was already scared.”

Broly stared down at you. His eyes narrowed. Normally hearing that he was infamous would have made him feel proud. Normally it meant less work getting what he wanted when people already feared him. Right now it seemed to be the opposite.

“Who told you to fear me?”

The answer was obvious even to him but he wanted to hear it from you. But when you didn’t answer he decided he’d waited long enough.

“The weak half-saiyan that wants you to be afraid of me so your only real option is him?” Broly jeered.

That seemed wrong. It might have made sense in his head but not in yours. Gohan didn’t seem the type to want you to be afraid of anything just because that would make it easier on him. You bit your lip as you looked down around your feet, brow furrowed. But what if that’s what he had been doing? Even if he didn’t realize that? After all both Gohan and Goku both had a tendency to hate and blame the guys around you when they couldn’t have your attention to themselves. What if Gohan had unconsciously made Broly out to be the bad guy because of that?

“I…” your mouth felt dry and you were at a loss for words. “That’s...Gohan isn’t like that.”

Broly made a sound of quiet disbelief. He knelt down onto one knee, arms and his sides as he stared into your face. Not that you made eye contact for more than a minute before you looked away. The titan frowned.

“What did you tell you that made you afraid of me?”

“He told me everything.”

“Everything?” Broly echoed.

You shifted uncomfortably. “Everything he remembered when he met you as a kid.”

“Ch. He told you nothing.”

“He told me how you nearly killed them all. How you blew up a whole planet just because you could. How you were so strong that it took him, his dad, and Vegeta to stop you.”

“He lied,” Broly said evenly. “There was one more. That other halfling boy that’s here had long hair back then.”

Boy? What boy?

You looked up at him in confusion. “Trunks?”

You realized after he nodded what he must have been talking about. Gohan had told you about a future, alternative version, of Trunks. But he hadn’t mentioned that he’d been in the fight against Broly. Nor had he ever corrected you when you said stuff about how the three of them fought.

“I nearly killed them all,” Broly said easily. “4 super saiyans.”

The way he said super saiyans seemed mocking. You almost jumped when you watched as one of his hands went to touch a scar mark on his side. He seemed very displeased. But he moved his hand so that you could see the scar now that you were paying attention.

“They hit with their strongest attack. Right here. It’s where I was stabbed by the king as a newborn. That is the only reason they won. Otherwise I would have killed them all.”

See. That was not a comforting notion. You grimaced as you stepped back slightly away from him. The fact that he could so easily tell you that he would have slaughtered the last of the saiyans, most of whom you were attached to in some way, didn’t help the image of him as a monster in your head.

“Why?” You asked. “Why did you want to kill them? Why? Weren’t you happy you and your father —“

“Never mention him again,” Broly warmed, his temper flaring.

He stood up from his kneeled position and towered over you. Belatedly he realized that the aggressive stance and tone only made you more afraid. Again. He clenched his fists as he took in a deep breath, exhaling it in a short burst through his nose. You had made a wish so that he could control his own anger. And that was exactly what he planned to do. Especially since he wanted you to stop running and cowering from him. The only game of chase he liked was when there was blood at the end - and a bloodsport was not his goal with you.

“My father taught me many things. He taught me about planet Vegeta and the saiyan race. He taught me about fighting, conquering, and building an empire. Everything I knew was because of him. But I am glad that I crushed him.”

Your eyes widened and your mouth opened. He was happy that he murdered his father? Even when you were at your angriest, you had never really wished your adopted parents dead. You’d wanted them to suffer the heartbreak you suffered because of their deceptions and omissions. But you had never wanted to outright kill them.

“He was a cruel man. Everything I was, everything you fear about me, can be laid at his feet. He used me.”

“But he was your father.”

Broly gave you a harsh, silencing look. You almost tripped when you took a step back away from him. Instinctively your tail wrapped around your waist for safety.

“He controlled me. Not the way that he,” Broly jerked his head slightly towards where you imagined Gohan was, “is controlled by his mother. My father used things to control my mind and body. Keep me sedated until he wanted something...someone...destroyed. And when I rebelled he tried to leave me on a planet that was on path to collide with a star.”

“Wait, like a literal mind control device?”

Broly nodded sharply.

“That’s fucked up. Gohan didn’t tell me that.”

“That boy knows nothing about me. He knows nothing. Nothing of me, of living in space, of being a saiyan. He plays pretend.”

“He’s a good person,” you defended Gohan quietly.

“He has never suffered because of what he is. Not the way I have. Not the way you have.”

You kept quiet. It wasn’t your place to tell Broly that Gohan had suffered. Not in the same way of course. But he had dealt with his own share of pain. Physically and emotionally. The only thing was that Gohan had never really felt hated the way you had, the way you imagined Broly had, just for being what he was.
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