Ah, spring break. I'm enjoying it. I'm not sure how many chapters I wrote for this already.

Dr. Gero: At least your getting it done.

Neko: *spazs* Get away from me you freak! Why are you villains come here! Get your ass back to hell!

Dr. Gero: No, I rather read what you're making now.

Neko: Damn hell resident stalkers.

Dr. Gero: I heard that.

Neko: I WANTED YOU TO HEAR IT! *Bashes a glass milk jug over his head*

Chapter 24: Concerns

Her eyes fluttered open, making her wonder what was going on. She was warm, way warm. Kicking the blanket off, she looked around to see all her clothes and remnants of Broly's on the floor. Looking over she saw him still asleep.

Remembering everything, she smiled. She was his; they were lovers now. She couldn't believe it. Every time she would think about that special moment, she would get embarrassed and scared. It was that normal reaction from a virgin, at least that's what she thought anyway.

Looking back at her Saiyan lover, she reached over and brushed her hand through the ebony locks that fell around his head. She was with him. She was his now. She felt like she did the right thing finally. Maybe it was for the fact that she felt like they were going to be together for a long time. They could even start a family and marry. The only problem was her family and what's his name. The one that confronted her for having her love's scent on her skin.

Pulling her hand away, she felt his larger one grip her wrist before drawing her closer to his body.

"Makoto, how did you sleep?" Broly asked as he opened his eyes to stare at the beauty that was finally his. He took in the sight of her hair a mess but that was expected of something so intimate right? Enjoying the breath that held life flutter across his collar bone, he held her closer then before.

"Fine, how about you?" She asked, nuzzling her head into his chest.

"Wonderful. Maybe with the fact that you were there to keep that beast away." Broly answered with a smile.

A knock hit the door a few times, causing both to look at the wooden door. They knew it was her uncle but would he come in was the question. They didn't want him to see the mess that was done with the intimate night.

"Makoto, Broly, breakfast is ready." Kazuhiko announced before walking away from the door. Smirking, he looked back for a little then went on his way. He somewhat knew what was going on between the two. Love made people do crazy things, even give everything for that person. He was there at one time and it went down the drain. His sister-in-law – her aunt that hated her – caused his fiancé to leave him because of some of his past mistakes.

Sure, he was a teenager and experimented like some others. He did drugs and drank at one time but he quick that to focus on better things. He definitely had better things to do instead of sitting around and be high or drunk. He had to get an education so he could make his parents proud. He did that and all that went down the drain when Rin forced his love away.

Turning on the radio, Makoto heard Save Your Heart by Remedy and Manu-L start to play through the speakers. Somehow, remixes seemed like the perfect music at the moment to her. Looking over at her Saiyan, Makoto reached over and grabbed her clothes that weren't shred to ribbons from last night. Tossing them in her red orange hamper, she worked on getting the shredded fabric up and into the trash can.

"So what are we going to do today?" Broly asked, breaking the silence between them.

"I'm not sure. It depends on what oji-san wants us to do." She replied with a smirk as she grabbed the last strip of fabric. Dumping all the fabric into the frosted glass trash can, she sat down on the floor.

Getting up and sitting on the bed, he stared down at her. Taking a steady breath in, Broly stared down at the one person that was his beloved. He couldn't believe that he actually someone that depended on him even if he killed many others.

"But I got a feeling that he'll be wanting us to do something instead of sitting around and doing stuff that lovers do." She said, getting up with a wince. She felt pain flare through her lower regions as if she was knocked off her high or cloud nine. Looking down with a raised eyebrow, dark crimson rested on her inner thighs.

"Blood?" She asked, chipping off some with her nail. Looking up at him, she noticed that her usually forest green sheets had dark and white spots. Biting her lip to keep the blush away, she tried to look Broly in the eye. She was still a virgin with her attitude even if she felt different since she lost that part of her.

"What's wrong Makoto?" The Saiyan asked as he raised an eyebrow at her. Looking at her, he noticed her gaze on the sheets next to him. Looking over at the spot, he saw what she was looking at. "Nice."

"You think? We both caused that except the white, which was all you." She whispered, her breath passing his ear, causing shivers to erupt through his body.

"How do you think that?" He asked, looking over at her. Cupping her face, he brought it to his only to kiss the bruised lips.

"Only men can produce sperm. Women only have eggs." Makoto answered with a nuzzle. Grabbing his hands, she forced him to let go. Turning around, she opened her dresser and pulled out a new outfit that wasn't dirty or torn up. "You better go get some clothes or oji-san might wonder why you're walking around nude."

Walking out, Makoto wrapped herself up in a towel as if she was going to get a shower.

Watching her with his ebony eyes, Broly expected her to say something else besides that. The door closed, hiding her away from him. Leaning back, he fell into the covers that he used to cover themselves last night. It seemed amazing to have the first time being with the person he loved. He wondered what his father would do if he was around.

Maybe tell him that he shouldn't be loving someone especially a human woman. Broly knew his father would do something like that hence the fact that he controlled him with that thing. He felt like a puppet when he was around his father or when his father was telling him what to do. Sure, they were banished from Vegetasei because of his power level but he was still a Saiyan with his own mind. He should be able to do things on his own instead of being controlled by the man that helped create him.

Walking into the bathroom, Makoto shut the door behind her, leaning against it. It seemed like forever since last night happened. She was in love with him, she knew that but there were those dark thoughts of apprehension that crept into her mind. So many things could happen between that night to now. What if she got a STD from that blissful night?

Shaking her head, she tried to get her mind off the matter. She had to be happy, she did something that was supposed to be with someone you loved. She was pressured by Sousuke who knows how many times to do that with him but she kept declining it. Taking the towel off her body, she walked to the shower, dropping her clothes on the counter.

Reaching down, she twisted the metal knobs and felt the water until it was perfect to her. Putting up another piece of metal, she heard the shower go off. Looking back at the door, she locked it just in case. She just wanted to be by herself with her thoughts. Stepping into the relaxing spray, she let out a groan from the soreness in between her legs.

Sitting up, Broly looked at the window, hearing Darker Side of Me byVeer Union play through the speakers on the stereo. He had that feeling in his stomach that something was going to happen and he probably wasn't going to like it. As long as Makoto and Kazuhiko was safe that was all that mattered to him. He didn't want them in the cross fire if it involved Kakarot.

Feeling the spray hit the muscles that she thought wouldn't ache, she let out a sigh. Grabbing a wash cloth, she gritted her teeth against the soreness but started to wash away the dried blood away. Why must she be so sore from that night? She wanted an answer to that definitely. Taking a breath, she started to wash her hair, feeling some of the knots disappear thanks to the shampoo and conditioner.

Licking her lips, she washed her body, getting the sweat and grim off from that night. Dropping the bar of soap that was in her hands that was scented roses, she stared at the tiled wall.

"What if I get pregnant?" She muttered.

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