DBZ X-Readers

Yandere!Broly Pt. 4 'Keeper'

Author's Note: Broly got an upgrade to Yandere because, well...just read.

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"Please," you said, cringing from the pain in your scalp, "J-just let me go. I won't come back. I won't even try to."

It didn't even matter anymore that you didn't have any money. A little hunger was worth getting away from here, from Paragus, and from whatever the hell Broly was.

"Oh, but he will go looking for you. Do you think I'm stupid?" His grip tightened and you gasped, but he clapped his other hand over your mouth. "Do not make a sound, or your death will be a slow one."

You froze, and he lowered his hand--only to strike you with the back of it. Your hip struck the corner of the counter and you gasped in pain.

"Please--" you started, "--I...please, just..."

Paragus glared, and you started trembling as he advanced and grabbed you by the shirt collar and started to punch you across the face.

The first punch was an explosion of pain; the second repeated it. The third--you heard a scream, and realized a second later that it was you. You had screamed.

"Oh, don't worry about it being broken," Paragus sneered, dropping you in the corner, "That hurt won't last long." He raised his hand and powered up a ki ball.

You buried your face in your knees, and the shaking grew worse. It was over. It was all over...

He started to swing his hand down, but suddenly found his wrist held in a tight grip. The ki ball fizzled away.

"What are you doing?"

You were relieved, in a way, to hear that voice.

But you were also scared.

"Let go of my arm, Broly." The device on his hand started to glow, but before he could do anything, Broly's grip tightened and he screamed.

When he turned to face his son, Paragus's wrist hung limp.

"You were about to kill her, weren't you?" Broly's eyes narrowed and he took him by the throat. "Why would you do that?"

"Broly, stop--now--"

But the anger had been sparked, and Paragus soon found himself tossed through the front window and into the street.

You crawled, frightened, from the corner that you had been shaking in. Broly had gone out after his father and you were watching as he made his deliberately slow approach. It was in that moment that you realized that Broly was only toying with his prey...much like a cat with a mouse.

"Broly, stop." Paragus was holding his useless hand up with his other one, but as he started to use the device Broly gave him a swift kick in the gut.

"Stop? He says to me, STOP! As if what he says has any meaning!"

"You...you will not do this to me..."

Should...should I run? I could run.... you thought. But then, a second thought occurred to you and pushed the first one right out the door. That would be a very, veryyyyyy bad idea....

You watched in horror as Paragus tried once more to use the device--only to have Broly step on and utterly crush both it and his hand.

He screamed.

"In pain already, father?" Broly smirked and laughed.

It was horrifying, and the worst part was--Broly wasn't even beginning. Over the next hour you watched as Paragus repeatedly got up and tried to run, only to be kicked and beaten down a little bit more each time.

"Please, Broly...would you..." Paragus groaned, and spit blood, "Will you really do this to your own father? Over...over a woman...?"

"You were going to kill her," Broly said, hauling his father up by his hair. "You were going to take her from me."

"I...Broly...don't..."

"You brought her to me, and because of that you think you can just take her away again? It doesn't work like that." He smirked.

You couldn't bear to watch the moment of death, but you could hear the sudden hitch in Paragus's voice from that small distance away. You curled up, burying your face in your knees and shaking for what seemed like forever before you felt a presence over you.

You finally looked up.

Broly stood before you, eyes strangely blank, just as they had been the night before. And his hands were covered in blood.

He didn't seem to notice the look of terror in your eyes, and instead picked you up in one arm, smiling crookedly, as if nothing had even happened.

"What...what are you going to..." It was all you could get out, as he reached up to once more stroke your face, smearing some of that blood on your cheek.

"Now no one can take you from me."