brolys concept of love is .. skewed.
he only knows his father, cheelai, and leemo. but he does think he loved his father before he perished at the hands of frieza, but he does still love him.
even if he finally comes to terms that paragus didnt properly raise him as a son, he loved him. thats all he had when he was banished to vampa.
but with you? its… frustrating, it feels foreign.
he knows he likes giving you things that look pretty, or just cute. hes given you rocks, because he thinks that they have their own beauty within them. how did he come up with this? well, he inspected it at first, it was just some brown rock that was rough and dry on the outside. but, he breaks it, seeing the new shiny and crystalized structure inside.
and he gives that to you.
he also doesnt like vegeta or beerus around you. it makes his chest tight, like a sense of protection should be around you. but, you always assure him that youre okay, like he wants you to be.
and dont get me started on the fact he wanders when he looks for you. yall ever seen a corso or doggo argentino just wander? and its a whiny thing? thats him. he checks each room and when he doesnt find you, he gets nervous.
because what if you had left? where did you go? it takes a toll on him, because you were really all he trusted. cheelai and leemo were there, sure. but you were just… different from them. he panics, almost losing himself and having to have goku or vegeta calm him and guide him to you is a concurrent thing.
he also needs your comfort at night.
the first nightmare of you was you leaving, never leaving a trace.. or your death. it freaks him out, because he remembers paragus’ death, and he blamed himself when he was told. it took months for you to finally tell him that it wasnt his fault, it couldnt have been.
and hes up like a light, doing the deep breathing exercises that you taught him and clutching ba’s ear.
his feet pad against the floor, eyes filled with grogginess and find your sleeping frame in your own bed. he lightly taps you, you moaning and turning to him. “hello.”
“what is it, baby?” you say, a smaller voice yet stronger southern accent comforting him. “had a nightmare?”
he nods, a pout in his face and he’s trying his best to not tear up.
“c’mere..” you say, scooting to the side of your bed and watching him crawl into it. it was slightly amusing, a big saiyan crawling into a small bed. “you wanna talk about it?”
“no, i dont.” he says, facing you and watching your frame. “am i allowed to.. touch you?” he asks cautiously, big hand on your shoulder.
you looked beautiful, even in the darkness of the day.
you nod, getting closer to him and radiating your heat to him. and he feels safer, like he knows youre not going anywhere and that he wont have to grieve you, either.
he knew that he was in love with you when you watched him finally go super saiyan, and you cheered in joy. he feels himself get giddy, his chest tighter, and he wants to cry from feeling joy.
he just couldnt tell you yet.