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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter Ninety-five

You sat at the kitchen table in such a way that you were able to swing your feet back and forth. There was tension from holding your body in such a way to allow for that but you barely noticed. Instead your mind was on the fact that you would land on Namek at some point that day. Or rather New Namek. That’s how fast the ship was. Bulma has built something which could travel through the universe that quickly. The shear concept of that was amazing. What wasn’t so great was the fact that there was still a lot that you needed to prepare for before you stepped foot on New Namek.

Like, for instance, apologize to Gohan for hitting below the belt. That had been uncalled for considering that pinning you in place had been a training game you played with him. He had no prior reason to think that was an inappropriate thing to do. The only difference had been the fact that you hadn’t wanted to talk to him, hadn’t wanted to look at his face even. And that he’d done a piss poor job at pinning down your legs as though he hadn’t learned anything at all from your time with him in the hyperbolic time chamber. So maybe it was partially his fault too…

No. No. You couldn’t shift any of the blame to him. You’d been the one to actually hurt him. That was on you. He shouldn’t have needed to worry about you kneeing him. And you had to keep reminding yourself of that every time you started to think that it might have been partially his fault too.

With a airy sort of grunt you finally balled up the nerves to suck it up and finally confront him. As you decided to do that you also reconstituted an entire roasted duck. Unless he’d been sneaking out of the room for midnight munchies, Gohan hadn’t actually eaten anything in a while. And that seemed very detrimental to his health. Caloric deficit and all of that. Maybe you should have done up a huge thing of brownies or something but the first thing you’d thought of had been meat. There was nothing like biting into something else’s flesh and rendering it the good old fashioned way. So with the apology duck in hand you made your way to the room he was hold up in.

You knocked at the door using your foot. Only to receive no response. Rude. Then again he was probably sleeping to conserve energy. So you tried again and again until you finally got an answer.

“Go away Trunks.”

“I’m not Trunks,” you said as you tried to make it sound more humorous than you felt. “And I’ve already told you - I’m not leaving you.”

Unless he really wanted you to of course. Your stomach churned tightly inside at the thought. Honestly, it would probably be in his best interest to call things off. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about any of your baggage or issues; almost all of which revolved around his mother and his father in some way.

“Open up Gohan,” you said shortly after. “Unless you’re that mad at me…then that’s okay too.”

You stood awkwardly for about a second. Your eyes looked around the very narrow, curved corridor as you debated setting down the duck and moving on. Gohan opened the door as you just started to lean down to put the cooked duck on the ground in front of his door. You stood back up abruptly and practically shoved the dish into his chest.

With a look of surprise Gohan reflexively grabbed the dish which had been shoved at him. He looked at you with wide eyes, then at the food. The wide, dark orbs quickly returned to you as you took a half step back.

“I’m sorry I kneed you,” you finally apologized.

“Why did you?”

“I was mad. I didn’t want to talk and you pinned me down. And if I licked...bit your neck...or something like I use to...you’d have liked that so it probably wouldn’t have worked. Seemed like the only thing to do,” you halfway mumbled as you avoided looking him in the eye.

“So you’re not mad at me now?” Gohan asked as his face morphed into a confused, concerned one.

“...I still am,” You told him honestly. “You wanted to mess with my memories, mess with my brain. That’s not cool. My mind has been messed with practically all my life with all the best intentions. The only memories I know are real from back then are the ones with Goku. And you wanted to take that away from me.”

Gohan didn’t say anything. You took a deep breath as you tried to repress the emotions as they began to flow out again. You’d mainly come to Gohan to apologize for kneeing him in the balls. You’d done that even if it’d been a poor version of an apology. What you didn’t need to do was vent and pour out even more emotions than you had. Especially since he was standing there awkwardly with a rapidly cooling duck plate.

“But Trunks said that you haven’t been out of the room to eat or anything. That’s not good. So I brought you food,” you explained as you tried to repress your anger at him.

“Thank you…” Gohan said slowly as he faced an inner conflict.

You nodded awkwardly before starting to turn around. The echo of your feet touching the ground was abnormally loud in the echo chamber that was the hallway. Half of you expected Gohan to call out to stop you but he didn’t utter a peep. Instead you were left to climb up the spiral staircase. Only half way up it you were met with Broly.

Him standing on a stair above you only put you at even more of a height disadvantage. Part of you wanted to grumble about how unfair that was. The other part of you tried to maintain your dignity and take a step back so that you weren’t right in front of his crotch. Even if taking a step down made him taller than you it at least gave you more space. After you did that you tried to push yourself to the wall to take up that smallest space possible.

Instead of passing like you expected him to do, Broly tugged at your shoulder to turn you around. Then he held out an ambiguous looking brush. You blinked at the object before looking up at him with a hint of bewilderment.

“You want me to brush your hair again?”

The giant of a man nodded. You took the brush from his hands before turning back around. This time instead of heading to the room that you had shared with Gohan, you went to the one that Broly had been bumaking in. The bed was smaller with one side pushed against the wall. Everything else looked pretty much like the rest of the ship - impersonal.

You took a seat on the bed and motioned for Broly to sit in front of you. There was just enough space for that. His feet touched the wall and his back was tight against the edge of the bed. You spread your legs out wide around him. Even with that his head was still just slightly higher than yours. Still it was much more manageable that way.

Broly said nothing as you brushed through his hair. The most you heard from him were sounds of contentment. So you methodically worked through his hair. It gave you something else to focus on other than the fight with Gohan. Or the whole situation with Trunks. But thoughts about both kept nagging at the back of your mind regardlessly.

“Stop,” Broly said.

You had a wave of deja’vu. Even though you had a feeling that Broly wasn’t talking about brushing his hair you slowly stopped doing that as well. As you held the brush, you fingers tapped slightly on the back of the head, waiting to hear more from him.

“He is not worth your constant attention,” the large man spoke as he turned around.

There was a sort of dullness in his eyes as you stared at his face. No…not dullness exactly. Sadness maybe? Either way it made you a bit uncomfortable knowing that he seemed to understand every time you started worrying.

“I can’t help it,” you admitted quietly. “He...we...it’s hard to explain.”

“He brings you nothing but sadness.”

“That’s not true,” you defended Gohan quietly. “It’s just the situation we’re in right now. It’s not easy. And with all the stress over how unstable my life is...that just makes everything worse.”

Broly stared at you in silence for a minute. His expression never shifted. You kept trying to search his face for any sign of anger just in case. But you found nothing like that.

“What do you need to be stable?”

“Like in general?” You asked and he nodded once. “A good job...but seeing as I’m pregnant with a baby that might not follow all the human expectations that would be hard. So I guess just some sort of money or income that I can say is mine. Enough so that I can find somewhere nice to live. Somewhere that’s big enough for me plus one. I’ll need somewhere to raise the kid; I might not know how to be a mom yet but I get that much. And I need to not be a fugitive on Earth...that’d be pretty nice.”

“Hm,” Broly let out a sound of noncommittal. “You do not need protection?”

You smiled a wavering smile. “Protection from what? There’s nothing putting me in any real danger. Stress is my biggest enemy and that’s just cause of the whole situation. Barely any different then what most women face I think.”

Other than the fact that you were trying to juggle what was left of the saiyan race of course. That was the least normal part of all your stress. Considering how direct Broly’s solutions could be though, you didn’t want to bring that up.
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