DBZ X-Readers

Yandere!Broly x Reader Pt. 5 'Tepes'

Things were...different, after that. You found out that Broly had actually gotten a job as a "debt collector" for some local gang or the other, and when you asked why he'd chosen that, he had only grinned at you.

You were alone most of the day, left mostly to your own devices, so aside from keeping up with the house you were able to do things you'd been worrying about being able to do only a month or so before. Food wasn't an issue any longer. You could actually AFFORD a new shirt now and then, and even considering Broly's enormous appetite still had enough to go around. You often found yourself thinking that if you had walked into this willingly, you would have been pleased by the situation.

But there was a price for every comfort.

When he did get home, which was usually late into the night, he always seemed to want, well, your attention. Your hips by now were dotted with fingernail-shaped cuts and little bruises in varying states of healing, though he avoided putting any marks on the rest of your body. He did not want to hurt his precious (y/n) after all.

You tried to persuade yourself that this was alright. After all, it was better than being on the street, and Broly did have his gentle moments, moments where you could almost overlook the madness of it all and feel content and protected in his arms. He could be nice, he could be polite, but you were always afraid of what might happen if someone made him angry.

And then one day you found out.

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You'd met your friend, (f/n) for lunch one day to return the gigantic heels that you now had no purpose for.

"I hear you met a guy," she said, smiling, "I've seen you around with him a few times. How come you've been so quiet about it?"

"It...it happened pretty quickly," you said quietly, stirring at your cup of coffee. "It was a love at first sight sort of situation." On his end, not yours, but (f/n) didn't need to know that.

"And he's such a big guy, too. You sure did get lucky--I bet you feel pretty safe walking around with him!" she grinned.

"Yeah...safe." If only she knew.

"So have you heard about what happened to your parents?"

"No, what?" Not that you cared. Between your father (f/n)'s drinking and your mother (m/n)'s complete inability to do anything but make excuses, you had long ago written them off. Leaving the house was only the last step and you hadn't bothered to check in on them since.

"Your dad finally binged too much and your mother--oh my god, is that--?" Your friend looked past your shoulder to the restaurant door.

"Is who what?" you asked, turning around. You froze when you saw the guy.

It was your ex-boyfriend, and he was walking towards you and (f/n).

It wasn't like you had parted on bad terms, really, because he was a pretty nice guy. You just hadn't seen him in a few years, not since that ugly business with your father.

"Nice to meet you two ladies," he said, smiling and taking a seat, "Fancy meeting you two on my lunch hour."

"Oh, did you get that job at the bookstore?"

"Yup. Nice quiet work shuffling them around in the back. Working in a huge store makes avoiding people easy. Bet you'd never thought you'd hear something like that from me!"

You laughed and realized it was the first genuine one you had produced in quite a long while. The conversation then went on, and lasted an hour before you saw a familiar figure stooping to enter the restaurant.

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

Well, you were horrified, surprised, and yet expecting it at the same time.

"(Y/n)," Broly said, nodding at you. He nodded briefly to (f/n) and then turned his eyes on your ex, (e/n).

Unknowingly, you held your breath watching him study the other male, and only calmed down a little when (e/n) stood and turned to greet Broly. "Hi, I'm (e/n), I used to date (y/n)."

Broly stood quietly looming, and you watched as your ex visibly wilted. "Er, yes...I need to go. Lots to do at my new job, you know."

He left quickly, and, sighing, you proceeded to introduce Broly to (f/n), completely unaware of his blanked-out eyes.

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Broly had been slightly rougher than usual that night. Owing to the fresh trail of bruises up your neck, you had the feeling that seeing another man--one you'd previously dated, to boot--had prompted him to properly mark his territory, as it were.

But you had relaxed by the next morning. You woke late, as usual, and decided that you would head over to the bookstore to not only explain but also apologize for Broly's behavior. (E/n) deserved that much, at least.

On reaching the plaza you noticed a big crowd, around one small area. Pushing through the crowd wasn't too bad, but when you reached the front you gasped at the gory sight.

(E/n) was speared, from bottom to top, on a pike that had been jammed into the ground, and judging by the blood on the ground his death had not been a quick one. You noticed a young woman on the ground at his feet, bawling loudly as police tried to get her on her feet, and briefly wondered who she was, until your mind lead you to another issue.

One you tried desperately to throttle even as it appeared.

He did it, didn't he?