A/N: Sequel to A part of Me, I am using elements of DB super in this story as well. So there might be a few spoilers or things you may not understand from Super in here. Also if you have no idea of the relationship between these two, it's all explained in the previous story. It's a long read so if you are interested in this I recommend reading the original for a back story between the two. Also there will probably be a few B/V cameos along the way, you'll see why ;)

Broly had failed, for all that he had thought he had achieved, the brutal training that nearly killed him to push himself further… it was all for nothing.

He had been defeated, and humiliated.

Broly had closed his eyes laying in a massive crater still his arms and legs unmoving as he just remained in the place he had been struck down. He was alone in that barren wasteland. Now here he was in a mess of rock and dirt hours after Black Kakarot had defeated him, leaving him to wonder how everything had gone so wrong.

His own arrogance had been his downfall. He had the power of the legendary super-saiyan and it was more than he could've ever imagined, his own belief in his failing power had caused him to loose. He had his chance to kill a demon from his past, although it wasn't his kakarot this other dimension provided the perfect opportunity and so he had tried alone to defeat him. He had wrongly assumed he could handle this other universe's Kakarot, only to be crushed like he was insignificant leaving it to Vegeta and Goku. To deal with him.

Then, he had to watch and become a spectator, his own battered form unable to maintain the powers of his legendary form as the two others fought against the other warrior like a battle for the ages.

He could do nothing except be shamed, shamed beyond belief having to watch two of his foes now step in and save his life, and try and do what he could not.

Broly clenched his fists tightly, squeezing his eyes shut as he remembered being beaten down again. In front of everyone, Beerus, Whiz, the rest of the so called Z-fighters and then in front of the only two beings that might have given a damn about him. Bra had been there, yet he had pushed down any attempts for her to help him. He easily push away the mewling brat she carted around with her but her, not so much. Broly had yelled at her, cursed, and berated her for getting involved with his fight. Doing everything in his power to make Bra get the hint that he didn't give a shit about either of them. To his dismay though, Bra was more stubborn than he was.

Reflecting on it now, Broly knew from their time in the lab when they had been together and on the sparse occasions they trained with each other.

Those times were far simpler. Bra for the first few weeks had kept her distance from him as they both still viewed each other as enemies, but of course Broly tolerated her company and the annoying conversations, Bra using it as an excuse to find out more information about the saiyan warrior having no idea who he was and what made him so special. It reflected in him both sides of her parents, Bulma's incredible mind and human curiosity and Vegeta's burning determination to surpass and overcome any obstacle be it a physical or mental challenge. Of course his tolerance ended quickly and sharply as well, with him angrily cursing at her for something (There was always something), and then leaving angrily with her having and look of anger and frustration as he stormed off. Both had a resentment of each other, making for a terribly tense and hostile coexistence that left both frustrated with each other.

It wasn't until the whole mall incident that things started to change.

Broly had desired to regain himself quicker and she offered him a possible way out of his situation. There was no one else except her, and with her abilities Broly knew she would be his way out even if he despised her for it. He could imagine how surprised she was when he actually went through on his agreement with her.

That little trip spiraled everything out of control, she had drove him to his limits for most the day. She had been holding nothing back, and he had been forced to endure every single second of it. She had made it painfully clear that she was sticking it out to the end.

That had become almost routine on some days, until he began to have his own self-doubts. Deep down, he realized that something might be happening to him.

And something did. Broly had become attracted to her though physically at first. He had spent sometimes months away from women out of fear of growing attached sometimes. He had failed to heed that advice this time, he had fallen for the weaknesses of all men. He had grown attached; he began to feel things that were not welcome inside of him. Bra had caught on to his and perhaps shared some of that mutual attraction. There were a few times when Bra returned them and Broly could only look at her in amazement as she smirked knowingly, before Broly would storm away.

Slowly they had bonded – even if both parties hadn't realized it.

It wasn't until Broly saw a helpless Bra nearly about to die by a bullet to the head did he come to a realization just that she was more than a simple physical attraction. It was a horrible reminder of how he had come to cherish things in his youth and watched as his father slaughtered the only few people he could've ever considered his friends when he was only four years old. Only this was unimaginably worse, which he never thought possible as he threw himself in front of the path of the bullet. All traces of his old reason and logic had died away, his own survival instincts forfeit as he covered her with his body, having already been shot twice but in a blind rage of watching her die with that expression on his face had snapped something inside him as his power reawakened.

Of course that hadn't settled everything, and he went on a rampage after Dr. Geno. Barring that and Vegeta inadvertently saving his life it made him feel regret and shame that he'd failed to beat a human. Even if he had become some sort of energy absorbing cyborg. The simple act of being defeated and unable to give his revenge back against the man who had harmed him and the female he was with.

Not only had he failed miserably as a warrior, but he'd also failed as a man.

Broly looked up at the echo of thunder. He didn't even bother moving, blinking wearily for the first time realizing that it was actually raining. He looked through his eyes at the dark night sky, watching as lightning streaked overhead, letting the rain run down his face, through his hair, and over his wounds. He didn't know much anymore, but he did know one thing.

That he was lacking something, he had been unable to protect her again. Despite his sentiments she meant a something to him damnit… and their child…

He couldn't just run away from this, he wasn't a coward. He also would never be able to steal away with Bra and her daughter. For one the baby would drive him insane, and he doubted the prized and entitled princess would never agree. Though Broly was more than a capable of taking care of himself and thriving in the universe. Bra would never willingly be dragged into that. Broly himself had suffered enough out in the universe in his own life, and brining her would never end it.

But, Bulla the three quarter brat that was more saiyan than her mother… the thought was one he couldn't place. He had never had a mother.

Bulla would be a part of his life if he ever tried interacting with Bra. But was that he wanted? What would that make her to him then?

His comrade?

His friend?

His….

Broly shook his head, no that would never work, but he could at least offer them something. Though would they ever want to accept someone like him?

He just let the water run around him, as he felt the dirt and mud along the underside of his fingers… wishing deep down that he might've just died in this fight.

[***]

Bra sat back in her lounging chair sideways, one foot on the baby rocker that kept Bulla swaying slowly to sleep as she talked with her mother. The three ladies of different generations each one sharing their own spot as Bulma lounged back on the couch drinking her coffee.

"I can't say I'm surprised, to be honest."

"Well, I guess I can't be either. I'm just amazed that he would go without help." Bra said amazed as she looked over her files in one hand before glancing to her mother. "I guess that what happens when you leave saiyans unattended with Beerus and Whiz."

Bulma chuckled, "He has that effect on men, I can remember when Beerus hit me. It made your father go into a rage that he actually lost control more so then when Mirai was shot by Cell."

"I would've enjoyed seeing that side of dad more often." Bra said smiling as she watched her mother idly play with her hair, though gazing down at her granddaughter who slept peacefully. Though all three ladies at one point looked like that, she saw that long brown tail the only one in the family. Bra and Trunks were not born with tails.

"Are you all ready for the presentation with the board tomorrow?" Bulma asked, shifting the conversation away from the boys.

"Yes, definitely. They have no idea what I've managed to whip up. I'm certain that with this newest super-antibiotic I've made will set the market upside down. Plus with it being on the cheap to produce thanks to a certain saiyan's DNA it will once again leave Capsule Corps. Medical division on top for the next decade." Bra said proudly smirking like her father. Bulma laughing at the expression.

She was more than impressed with how her daughter's entire attitude and mindset had completely shifted since that incident three years ago. She was more hard working, more intense and driven than she had been at that age. Of course the parallels between the two were hilarious as she was knocked up by a saiyan so was her daughter. The only deviation was one was a prince the other a legend from his people. It was almost comical. She glossed over the scientific magazine in her hand, though a mild stab of disgust came through her as they poked at her daughter's child. She didn't bother reading further tossing it from her hand into the waste basket.

Bra saw the look on her mother's eyes and didn't question that something had upset her.

"I'm sure you will, I have no doubt." She said smirking back at her as she went back to sipping her coffee.

Bra smiled. "thanks"

"Anytime honey."

"Do you think they will come back?" She commented. "Or go on another adventure?"

"Who knows with them, Vegeta can't resist a fight against a second rival and Goku is too thick headed to care. Plus I'm sure they want to get back to training immediately in case someone else shows up." She sighed, what was it with saiyan men and not respecting their women?

"Your probably right, just would be nice to go back to normal. But with them the thought of a new fight is too much." Bra said sighing herself. "Though I wish I could've talked with Broly he got blasted from the battle after rushing the other universe's Goku without being a super-saiyan."

"Oh? Why what happened?" Bulma asked curiously.

Bra smiled looking over at her daughter. "He said he didn't want to see me get hurt, that he would take care of it. So take Bulla and leave it to him. Of course it didn't end up for him so well. That and well he hid his ki so we couldn't find him afterwards."

Bulma stopped drinking her coffee to look at her in mild astonishment. Blinking a few times wondering if she had misheard her daughter.

"So he wanted to protect you?"

"I assume, he was a bit more colorful with his language though." Bra said, her foot still slowly rocking the small crib of her daughter. Deep down she knew that somewhere Broly cared about her no matter what he had said and done like she had always suspected. But that day she had confirmed it with him, perhaps he had let it slip but his actions had spoken louder, and surprised her. Broly's actions should've costed his life, and Bra had seen the damage he had already taken and knew he would've pulled through.

He was an amazing man sometimes, but also a complete ass.

Bra continued to rock Bulla's crib listening to her soft sleeping as she suppressed the hope that was rising inside of her, there was a voice inside of her telling her that maybe Broly would like to be there for her instead of just being alone like he wanted. After all, if he cared about her, why couldn't they be more than just… whatever they were now. She wasn't sure of the word? Acquaintances?

Friends?

Collaborators?

She wasn't evens sure herself. She looked out at the window watching as lightning flashed across the sky she worried about him. Knowing that if there was a chance at having him stay with her, if not for her sake but for Bulla's then she would make damn sure the next time she saw him she would make him stay.

If she could've only imagined it she would've seen him that night.

[***]

Broly landed outside Capsule Corp. well into the morning, he couldn't tell what time as the moon was covered by thick black clouds. He was soaked from head to toe, but he couldn't have noticed or cared. The day's battle taking its toll even more now than it had before. His body was beaten to hell, the final blast doing even more damage than he had realized, but the three mountain ranges might've helped it along. His head was swollen, and his right eye was barely able to be seen out of from being caught in the side of the face three times with that damn kick. Add in his emotional toll and his lack of sleep for a week leading up to the fight, and it was all he had to just stay on his feet.

He could've gone into the wilderness but the idea solitude felt more like a bother than a welcome thought. He was craving human food, and for once a damn roof.

All he wanted was to just sit back and close his eyes for a few minutes.

No he'd give it thirty minutes.

Broly kept his posture upright as he stopped on the edge of Bra's room. Having her scent fill his nose before even getting anywhere close to it. He figured she might be able to at least tell him where he could stay. After all she said he could come back anytime.

He landed off balanced on the windowsill of her room. Her scent just flooded his nose and he had to cover it in order to stop his blood from rushing. He popped open the window easily, and put one foot inside.

His eyes scanned around, not sensing anyone either. He should've guessed that she might not have been in there but he just relied on smell. He was just growing to weary to keep focused.

He trudged to the doorway, the slight trail of wet prints as his hair was completely matted around his head and he couldn't even keep those from blocking his eyes.

He felt someone moving in the room next to him, he glanced to the right as he placed the person or persons.

Bra and Bulla. Broly felt his brow twitch wondering curiously, what was she doing up at this hour.

His hearing picked up through the cracked door on the slight crying voice of their infant daughter, he knew then. His one hand plugging his ear to rid himself of that sound.

"Shh, come on sweetie," Bra whispered in a yawn, setting Bulla down on the changing table next to while she whimpered through her tears. "I know, girls don't like being dirty. But momma is here to make sure you are clean as can be. Don't worry about thing." She cooed as she started changing her daughter. As adorable, and downright cute as her daughter was when she was small, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to not having to do this every night.

Bra yawned covering her mouth with her forearm, and then promptly coughed nearly choking on her own voice when she heard a voice behind her speak, "She certainly stinks like a saiyan."

Bra looked over her shoulder in shock, not having heard hi come in. Her mind and senses dulled by her own exhaustion and lack of use. Broly was standing right behind her and the first thought that came to her was that he looked like hell. He was still wearing his clothes from the previous fight. He was still dirty and drenched from the wet. His face was beaten to hell, and there was visible bruises and scars forming all over his arms and chest.

"Broly," She said her voice not hiding the surprise, her blue eyes going all over his torn up frame. "Are you okay?"

"Does it look that way?" he growled, he didn't need her pity, it was his own damn fault how he felt. Bra shook her head slightly as she went back to her crying daughter.

"That's a tough call though, you probably even smell worse than her," She said reminding herself of his little comment about Bulla as she changed her. "She won't be in these too much longer, I hope."

She was met with silence from the saiyan behind her, and fortunately, Bulla also calmed down. Broly keeping his distance from the child as she changed her, scowling at the scene but also himself.

He felt wrong, this whole picture with him in it. He didn't belong here and awkward just being in this room with them. He wasn't sure what had happened to him, and yet he despite his frustrations he didn't want to leave. He closed his eyes, wondering if that blow to his face had done more damage to him than just his outside.

"Broly?"

Her soft, reassuring voice felt like it wrapped around him. He lifted his head up with visible effort to see that she was holding a sniffling, and sleepy Bulla against her chest. Her blue eyes, still vibrant in the dimly lit room, were gazing at him. He had to look away though his body wished to keep starring into her eyes.

"Did you need some help or some rest. You look like hell," She whispered him, her free hand coming to touch his visible bruises on his arm. He wasn't all there she could tell.

Broly wanted to shout at her, to tell her to mind herself but he didn't. He was truly beat to hell, and wasn't interested in a fight with Bra. That wasn't why he had come here after all.

"Where can I rest in an empty room," He said in a dry voice.

"Oh," Bra said in a soft voice realizing what he was asking, her hand coming back to gently tap the baby's back letting her fall back asleep. "Well, if you need to sleep. There are quite a few guest rooms, one is right next to mine for the night."

Broly just gave her a nod. That was enough for him. He was too exhausted to even speak as he slowly walked back into the hallway and a few doors down.

Bra watched him for a moment, her eyes lingering on him a bit longer before moving Bulla back to her crib and laid down the now snoozing baby. Her tail wrapping around her favorite teddy and her thumb to her mouth. With another tug she laid a small unicorn blanket over her when she heard the door click open down the hall.

She continued back out into the hallway, though she stopped not trying to hide her surprise to see him just standing there looking at her. He wasn't going inside but his one good eye looked at her. She saw something in his eyes, like it was interest in her. The two having only shared one conversation since they had departed company almost a year ago. Their last one was quick and to the point about her being somewhere dangerous, before it abruptly ended with him charging headlong into a fight for her protection.

But now here he was standing just a couple feet down the hallway and gazing at her. Bra snuck him a smile, though she felt slightly worried about the way he was just staring at her.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked, softly though she knew he could hear her. She walked towards him, he didn't back away or shrink from her. Her hand going to his shoulder and she realized just how cold he was from being out in the rain. He didn't even stop her as she touched his bruises her hand massaging the injury gently over his skin. She'd never seen him like this, his head going to the doorframe not even barking at her. He practically looked defeated, and it was not the man she was used to seeing.

Broly just let his eyes close as he rested his forehead against the door, he couldn't pull himself to get away from her touch. He was just too tired…

"You welcomed me back…"

"What?"

"You just let me in. You didn't even ask for anything."

Bra slightly cocked her head a little, watching him for something as she tried to understand just what he was trying to tell her.

"I told you before you were welcome here, I'm not going to just throw you out there. It's nice to have you here, Broly." He stayed quiet, so she continued. "I like seeing you here. It means a lot to me. Hell… I'd be lying if I didn't say I needed you now. Things are not so simple anymore, you know."

He hesitated. "But… I can't…"

…be close to anyone…

…Change…

… let you see the real me…

Broly remained silent, he refused to let himself tell her any of those inner voices, but he couldn't help but think of the events of today between the two of them. She still showed him concern, she didn't reject him. Even with having his child, she raised her all alone without him. He didn't want to make that image… that idea of being a father or something in another's life. Bra didn't need him here. What good would a broken saiyan who watched his most hated rivals do more than he could on the battlefield.

"You can't what?" Bra sked, she wanted to poke and prod. He never spoke like this to her and she was far too curious in her nature to not want to know what was rooting around inside of that head of his.

"It doesn't matter," He grumbled pushing the door in.

He looked back towards her, and back towards where Bulla was sleeping. Wondering if he could manage to just get airborne again and leave, that all stopped when Bra put one hand in his and another on his chest. Broly looked to her immediately, his dark eyes looking into hers.

"Broly…" Her voice pleading with him, they both knew what as her eyes looked into his keeping him pinned in place.

His brows furrowed at her tone. Why did she have to say his name like that?

"What?" He growled dangerously.

Bra felt his shift, the tensing of his muscles and that anger appearing on his face. He was going to just act like his usual self, shut her out and leave like he always did for years. Unable to keep himself in check, he wanted to flee from her, but she refused to let him do that, not this time.

"Why did you say that to me today?" She whispered, and Broly's eyes widened with shock. He opened to say something but he just shut his mouth and grinded his teeth together. His hands rolling into fists as he just continued to look at her angrily, "Were you really worried about me? About us?"

"I owed you a debt girl, that was merely me repaying it. Worry has nothing to do with it," He hissed, though he could feel the blood pooling in his cheeks in shame. He couldn't believe he had let his guard down like that. It was even more humiliating that he had failed to even achieve what he set out to do. He was knocked free from the battle like an insect.

"Did you mean it?"

Broly lowered his head in defeat. It wasn't that he didn't mean it, it just was his own failure after the fact. He wasn't strong enough to beat his enemy. His whole existence he had built himself up to be stronger and he finally thought he had a chance of having his revenge, and still once again a foe with Kakarott's face had bested him, and mocked him.

He exhaled, still saying nothing.

"You don't have to say it, there's nothing wrong with It," Bra told him her one hand going to his chin to gently lift up his head to look her in the eyes. "You can stay here… with me… with your daughter."

He shook his head and she pulled back her fingers, his eyes were shut tight. If he looked into those eyes he would be at her mercy, the very thought making him ill but also warm. How he wished to just say yes, but he could never be here, be with her. He grabbed his forehead as he felt a headache coming on.

"I would," he admitted not able to see Bra's smile brighten just with that simple admission. "But I…"

She took her hand back from his chest. "What is it?"

Broly kept his eyes shut and his head gripped tighter in his fingers. Bra waited, her own heart beating against her chest as she let him speak.

"I'm not… I'm just a monster. I've lived alone for years, I don't know anything beyond fighting and survival. I've only become what my father made me into, because he was too weak. I'm just a being who only knows death and suffering… I can't be a part of this…"

Broly felt his eyes growing hot and rubbed them with his fingers. He stopped as Bra came closer her arms wrapping around his back her fingers pressing into the ridges of his back even with the injuries his body felt better with her so close.

"You're stronger than that," Bra told him, her tone more convincing than he would admit.

He shook his head. "You should know better."

"I do know, better than you, I only studied you for months."

Broly wasn't sure what to say, his eyes looking down at her blue hair in a swirl of emotion. He wanted to push her away, and tell her to leave him be or stop mocking him. However, he knew that wasn't the truth, he only brought his hands around her back gently pressing against the top of her hips.

"You don't have to go against the world alone," Bra said soothingly. "Trust me, we can help each other. I've learned even more since becoming a mother. Things require teamwork."

"Don't be ridiculous," Broly said shaking his head in mild disgust.

"You know I'm right."

He raised an eyebrow at her cocky tone, but he accepted her words.

"Just leave me alone for a while… I need time to think." He said looking down with a stricter glare. "So don't even think about pulling those stunts with me before." He said with a scowl as she looked up into his eyes, the ocean blue making his dark visage soften.

"I know tough guy," She said jokingly as she pulled back and let him go inside the room. "Do you need anything? I can grab you-"

"No," He interrupted. "Just leave me be, I need to rest for a few minutes…" He desperately wanted to rest. He couldn't even feel his lower half anymore. He walked inside and placed his hand down on the bed.

Bra watched him when he didn't even bother taking off his clothes, he just propped himself up with his back against the mattress and base, his legs tucked underneath him while his hands pulled close to his chest like he was balling up. It was something he rarely did when she had seen him he had done it once at the hotel and it was heart wrenching how miserable he looked. No blankets, no pillows just himself huddled against something. She didn't even want to imagine what kind of suffering he went through to get like this, that the idea of warm bed was torment to him. That he could only feel comfortable in the dirt and grass but never on his back on anything solid that felt flat or like a bed.

His body just remained like that and she wondered if he had already fallen asleep. She came over and placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched slightly but only growled at her.

"I want to be alone," He said almost pained.

Bra felt her heart ache but she couldn't push him here… not after all of this. "Broly, I'm next door if you need anything." She whispered softly.

"Just go… I know where I can find you."

"Alright, try and sleep." She said leaning in to kiss his cheek, he didn't even react.

She got up and walked towards the door her eyes lingering on his huddled up form one final time before leaving him in peace.

Bra should've been smiling brightly but it was a sad smile. It was true Broly was back, and for now the earth was alright- and he was staying with her. Granted she had no idea how long this arrangement would last. But she had seen the despair and pain in that form of his, and while she was relieved he was okay she could only wonder in what way.

And, she might have had her own selfish reasons for having Broly around. She couldn't deny her feelings for him, they had always remained, and she couldn't help knowing the man who had made her feel alive and changed her life was now so close to her. She had always missed his company even if it was rough at times. She could work with him.

Yes, this was at least a new beginning for them.

What did you think?

R&R

MB