Bad Romance

Chapter 8

I woke up the next morning, Paragus was gone and Broly was still asleep but he was on my lap. I heard a knock on the door so I got up, moving Broly off as I went to the door. I opened the door to see Bardock, he had a couple bags with him, he looked tired. "What happened?" He walked inside, setting his stuff down. "Gine yelled at me for like an hour straight this morning as I packed my things, I did something." He looked guilty, I put a hand on his shoulder, "what happened Bardock, what did you do?" He looked up at me, "I killed her." He looked away, I gasped, "where are your kids at?" He sighed, "I left, Kakarot is on a mission with Raditz, I'll go get them in a couple weeks." I nodded, he just sat on the couch. "Where is your boyfriend?" I smiled, "I'm actually engaged to him." He frowned, "so you wouldn't leave him?" I shook my head, he stood up then hugged me. I hugged him back, he just chuckled, "so, you're still not pregnant?" I shook my head again, "you should try with me." I laughed at him, "yeah right, how did you kill your wife anyway?" He looked away, "I shot her," I gasped, "you couldn't just leave her?" He stood up and walked towards me, "she wouldn't let me leave her, so I had to take her out." I watched a little Broly get up and wonder towards me as Bardock stared down the small child. "You're a mom?" I glared at him, "you know he isn't my child, but I'm adopting him as my own." Broly looked up at me with a smile as he lifted his arms, wanting to be picked up. I picked him up, "he's not much of a talker, huh?" I shook my head, "he is very sweet though, the sweetest little bean alive." I rubbed my nose on his as he giggled, Bardock smiled. "Would you mind mothering my children? I mean they're not that much older than he is, Kakarot is the same age and Raditz is 16." Broly gave a glare at Bardock, "that depends on how my little Broly feels." He shook his head, his tail wrapped around mine tightly.  "Have you talked to King Vegeta lately?" Bardock nodded, "he was pretty angry too. I went on a mission with him the other day and he was throwing a fit about how his wife is now having a tracking device implanted in him and all that." I laughed, "good, he needs to be put on a leash." He shrugged, I walked to the kitchen with Broly in hand. "Say, when does your husband get home?" I shrugged, "we have a rule in which everyone has to be home before dark." He nodded, "what would happen if he never came back home again?" That question echoed through my head.