Chapter 12

Hostage (day 2)


He stood at the edge of the bed. "Stop crying" He stared down at a small figure," Shut the hell up...STOP CRYING!" His face twisted in anger. He picked up the little boy with his hand. But the boy didn't stop, his watery eyes closet, mouth wide open and crying. "You, you made me miserable, your damn cries and tears...I hate it..I HATE you!". Brolly's fingers pushed harder in the soft skull, he felt how the small bones where starting to crackle and almost break. The kid cried harder and more intense and then, the small child stopped all of a sudden. Black eyes fixed on his. It spoke,"You are pathetic, can't even handle a small child. what kind of saiyan are you...forget about it!" the boy was gone. empty-handed he looked around him. the nursery had disappeared and when he turned, his father was face to face. "You are a loser, it was wrong of me to let you be born...i wish you where not my son." and as his father spat in his face, he felt a shap pain.
Touching his stomach he looked down at the blood falling to the floor. A shiny knife was stuck in his abdomen. Looking up, King vegeta stood there with a dirty smile on his face. "You think you can escape? I'll find you every you are, I'll hunt you down if needed." The blade pushed deeper in to his stomach, he never had felt so much pain before."What have I done to deserve this?" he asked softly. "Only me and the royal family are the strongest saiyans of the universe, you don't deserve to live..." King vegeta pulled the knife out and Brolly fell to his knees. The small black haired boy had returned and grabbed his hair. Brolly was now a child laying in his side staring at the cribs. Goku's mouth opened and an ear-piercing cry left his throat. Pushing his hands on top of his ears he turned his head. Kicking and wiggling he trying to crawl away but Goku had a firm grip on him.
There was no one who could save him now...he can only save himself...

The night was long and difficult for him. He wanted to forget, he wanted to leave it behind but the internal battle was breaking him.
He got out of bed sweating and panting, He walked to Panda's room and check up on her. He thought he saw someone besides her bed. He ran in to the room looking around but he figured out he was still in the moment of his dream. Calming down and feeling her forehead, it was very hot and she was shivering again. He grabbed a cloth and went to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw his face. The entire night, those nightmares had worn him out. He wetted the cloth and went back for Panda. After treating her he sat next to her. He saw her small bag and silently grabbed it. Opening it. the first thing he saw was a picture. He looked at it, there where other people on each side of Panda. They kissed her cheek and holding her tight. He couldn't figure out who they where, a mate would never let her be touched be another man.. but they looked so happy together.
Next thing he found where some candy wraps, lipstick, mascara, all kinds of girly stuff. And then when got at the bottom of the (for his feeling endless) bag there was a folded paper. It looked like it had been read a million times. He unfolded it and there was another picture in it.
This time, it was only Panda and an old man, the other one was not in the picture.
He could see they where both smiling, but it hurted. there was no real happiness to be found inside of those eyes.
He felt like he wanted to ask her, but was not sure if he should. Putting everything back in her bag, he folded the paper again and put it back carefully.


"What are you doing?" Rubbing her eyes, with a sleepy voice she moaned and popped up on her elbows. "Nothing of your concern, i was looking for some medication. You have a fever, you should rest." He looked around for a pill and she pointed out to the small bottle on the floor. Picking it up he handed her the glass of water that was left on a stands and she took it. " I need to look at your leg." He walked up to her, she wanted to do it herself but a stern look was enough to back her off.
"This doesn't look good..."The wound was very red and started to fester. It smelled bad too. His finger touched it softly and an intense pain shot trough her leg"GODDAMN IT!". She bit in the pillow and hit her fist on the bed," NEVER do THAT again, you hear me!" She cried wail taking of the bandage. "Get me some new ones" she sniffled and he went of. "What a jerk, can't he do anything right?" muttering to herself she threw the bandage on the ground and looked at the wound. signing she wipped her tears away. "BROLY!", she thought for a second and the come up with an idea. "Broly have you seen any clean sheets in a closet? I need the to make new wrappings for my leg. Also some alcohol. You need to look in a cupboard in the lab." He did what he was asked to do and the returned dropping everything on the bed. She did what she had to do and when she was done she hoped that Bulma and the other would come looking for her tomorrow...
'Where are those goddamn guards? they should check up on me ones in a wail!'.
Broly looked down at her, 'she knows whats she's doing i guess...', "He, you where suppose to tell me about those pictures yesterday...".
Blinking a couple of times she remembered again. "Yes! that's true...where was i again?", " You where telling me about traumatizing memories."

"Yes, that's right. now i remember!, you see what had happened to you had such a great impacted that you cannot forget even if you want to."
She sat up a little more, " Your brain is divided in different parts; speech, memory, sighed and many more. you have read about the frontal cortex right?", he nodded,
"in you frontal cortex: impulsive behaviour and social behaviour is managed, it seems that it also receives dopamine, a feeling of joy."
He looked at her like she was a wizard telling a spell. "I had not much time to find out what your complete problems are, I do have some results wich i can make a hypothesis with. when it comes to disorders in that part of the brain...it can explain your behaviour..."
He looked at her, "are you telling me that i have an errors in my brain?..." He stood up in a threatening pose.
"Let me explain what i mean!" she almost stuttered. " if you have a disorder in your frontale cortex, it can cause explicit behaviour, antisocial behaviour and it's so strongly connected with emotions, that there is a possibility of the feeling of anger and pain of others giving you a huge pleasurable feeling... called dopamine..."
He looked down at her again, his muscles tensening, "So you call my anger anti-social and explicid behaviour?" He grabbed her by the shirt,"If you ever knew what i had been through, what had happen to me, i woulnd't be so sure of your 'hypothesis' anymore..." He let go of her and turned to the window.
"Well maybe if you tell me something about you past, then just maybe i can review your case".

Broly was to proud for that, to tell his feelings and things about the past to a stranger,"Me? telling you about my past? Hahahaha you're funny little wench."
He felt an urge, an urge just like a couple of days ago, he wanted to slap her so hard. His hand started to form a fist, rage started to build up again. His fist went in to the air. Her eyes became big and she pushed her body back in to the bed. He punched forward, and she was ready to take in the punch that is probable going to end her life.

Closing her eyes, the punch never came, instead of her face being hit, his fist went straight in to the wall.
"I CAN'T!" he screamed and pulled his hand back, ran in to the hallway and smashed some more furniture and walls and then he finally calmed down.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT!" she screamed and cried at the same time. "I wanted to kill you! but i can't!" he looked at his hands, full of bruises and scraps.
"I wanted to rip your throat out, i wanted to split your skull! but i can't, i wouldn't be right!"
Her mouth fell open, 'what did you just say?...". He looked at her and he didn't know what to feel anymore, "Who te fuck am i?" he asked her and he longed for an answord, something that relieved his uncomfortable feelings, "who and what am i!"."I am sorry but i don't know that either." She shaked like a leave in the cold wind. " Broly, please let me go...let me get better and when i am i will help you but now you need to help me out." He wasn't moving, his hands on his face he stood there. "Broly do you understand that unless you keep me here i can't do anything for you."

He looked at her through his fingers. He dark eyes, scared, full of fear. "You are not going anywhere, they'll find me and then i have to kill them..." He simply said. He retreated in to his own chamber again and didn't come out for the next 2 days. he was going crazy, his headach had returned and he felt like his brain where exploding. he wanted to kill everything but also wanted to know more about his existence. He didn't know what was wrong or right anymore, he didn't know what to do.