He picked you up and hugged you as you laughed. The Z Fighters began to approach to get you away from Broly, but he growled at them "My (Y/N)" he said and then flew off with you in his arms. “You’re my (Y/N),” he said, rolling onto his back. “Okay, I’m yours,” you smiled, running your fingers through his soft black hair making him purr. Broly took you flying for a while until it got dark.