DBZ X-Readers

Broly x Reader Pt. 1 'Friend'

You teetered only a little on the gigantic heels that your friend (f/n) had loaned you. If she only knew what you needed them for...

It was either this, start selling something illegal...or starve. There simply weren't any jobs to be had around here, and, well, dancing hadn't worked out.

I can do this, you told yourself. I just need to make enough to get to (whatever city name), there's a ton of stuff going on there. That won't take me too long to earn.

Heels, short skirt, tank top...all set.

You knew a few "corner women" as they were called around here, and they'd given you enough good advice, you thought, to avoid the real creeps. The ones that, as the last one had said, "Have no intention of letting you go."

It took two hours of standing and winking and flirting with passing men before one finally looked your way. He was bundled up pretty tightly, and missing an eye--probably a soldier, you thought. Good, the soldiers around here tended to always be ready for a night.

"Available, are you?" he asked.

"Yes, I...I am."

"Standard fare good enough?"

"It's fi--"

The last thing you saw before blacking out was his cape fluttering above you.

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You woke with an aching neck, and as you shifted around you felt a strong hand clamp over your mouth.

"Don't scream. If you do, you'll disturb my son." The man was tense--if this didn't work, well, he'd have to go out and get another one. If he even managed to live through the next few minutes. If it did work, however, he would have a better idea of the extent of his device's full control abilities. It had worked well enough to save him the last time, but he wanted to be sure he had complete reign over that beast his son's quiet looks hid.

You nodded quickly, and felt fear racing through you as your blindfold was removed. You were seated on a chair near a bed, on which was seated an exceedingly tall young man with some sort of strange tiara on his head who was staring blankly. Not at you, not at the man behind you...he was just...staring.

"Broly." the man said, raising his hand behind you just slightly.

The younger one looked up at his father with the same look.

"I've brought you a friend. Someone to...take care of."

The blank gaze now turned to you, and finally, he spoke. "Yes...a friend."

There was a sudden spark in his eyes, but it quickly faded as he stood up, still looking down at you.

"Perhaps you should get your...friend...something to eat?" his father suggested.

"Of course, father."

Broly stood and left the room, and you got to your feet, whipping around to face the man behind you.

"Look--I'm not--I was just trying to earn a little extra--I'm not, you can't just..."

"You have no one to go home to. None of you filthy corner girls do." the man replied. "Either cooperate with me, or I'll show you why I wear this thing!" He waved his hand at you, showing a strange golden thing that looked a lot like the tiara-thing that Broly wore.

"F-fine," you said, "...just...don't--"

That was when Broly reappeared with a tray of food. He seemed to be absently smiling, although as he passed and looked down at you again, you could swear you saw something more in his eyes. Whatever it was certainly didn't put you at ease--quite the opposite, in fact.

"Very good, Broly," came the voice behind you again.

As you started eating, you had the sudden nagging feeling that you had just fallen into something you would have a hellish time getting out of...