Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Anything's Possible: V2.0 ❯ Chapter 1: The Infirmary ( Chapter 1 )

ANYTHING’S POSSIBLE: V2.0

CHAPTER 1

Pain. Pain seemed to fill her whole being- centering intensely at her abdomen, only gradually dissipating to a dull ache near her fingertips and toes. Even her eyelids felt bruised and tender and so heavy, she wouldn’t voluntarily open them.

‘What the hell happened?’ Jen wondered. She tried groggily to recall, but only exceeded in remembering the car accident and winding up underneath a large tree during a storm. Nothing involving a reason for her intense pain would come to mind. Suddenly. an especially sharp twinge of agony ripped through her and she no longer cared either. Soon the pain eased and slowly the teenage girl relaxed. It was only then, as the tension eased from her tight muscles, that Jen recognized the near weightlessness she was experiencing. She was floating!

The warmth of the fluid surrounding her felt wonderful to her aching, battered muscles. She felt relaxed and content to not move or struggle, since she was getting a reprieve from most of the pain. She could breath at least. There was a nasal cannula sitting in her nose, delivering refreshing, life sustaining oxygen. She exhaled into the slender tube in her mouth, and a nearly non-existent vacuum gently sucked away the deadly carbon dioxide out of the mask sealed around her lower face.

She was just so tired! It wasn’t in her nature to be this calm, when she didn’t have a clue what had happened to her, where she was, or why she was submerged! But the emotional rollercoaster of the previous day, from the finalization of her adoption to the deadly car accident, then finding the orphaned fox kit in the small cave, had left her physically and mentally exhausted. She couldn’t hardly keep a single thought straight. All Jen knew was that her abdomen throbbed and for some reason, her lower back, near her sacral - the term randomly sprung to mind from her recent anatomy test - tingled. It could only be described as if that part of her was asleep and was waiting for sensation to return.

Jen tried to find the will to open her eyes, sore and tender that they were. Blearily, she focused enough to see a domed window curving away from her and several shadowy figures beyond that. Well, at least she wasn’t completely alone if she were to drown, she mused bitterly as exhaustion overtook her again. One last thought drifted across Jen’s sluggish mind, as her heavy lids shut and she drifted back into the blissful, pain free void of slumber. ‘Strange. This reminds me of Goku in the regeneration tank on Namek.’

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“What happened, Bulma?” the curious 8 year old asked the light blue haired, young woman standing beside him. Her sky blue eyes swept over the pair of monitors before her. One showed a collection of different wave form rhythms, the other showed a diagram of a female figure with several pulsing red dots on different locations of the form. Bulma reached out with a slender finger and pointed to one particular set of rhythms.

“This pattern represents her brain activity. The rhythm she’s in now lets us know that she’s currently asleep. But did you notice how it was a few minutes ago? She was actually awake then, if only for a short time,” the Capsule Corp heiress explained patiently.

“Why did she go back to sleep?” Gohan asked, peering into the chamber at the teenage girl. Her mess of black hair buoyed around her face and above; her clothes, all but tatters, scarcely kept her decent. Bulma pointed to the second monitor with the diagram. Gently, her finger pressed on the pulsing dot centered on the abdomen. The screen changed, shrinking the full figure to one side and focusing on the desired location. A list of statistics appeared below it.

“These red dots represent her injuries. This abdominal injury is her worst. It’s seems as if whatever caused her trauma was focused primarily here. She does have other injuries. Mainly muscle contusions, abrasions and lacerations, and perhaps a concussion and a few fractured bones. She’s in pretty bad shape, and still obviously in a lot of pain. She’s just as bad as Vegeta was after that one time he blew up the Gravity Room. And that was why I ultimately built this regeneration tank, to deal this level of injuries. We were just lucky you remembered the plans for this technology in detail, huh, Vegeta?” Bulma said, smiling over her shoulder at the Saiyan Prince.

He was leaned seemingly relaxed against the wall near the door, arms folded across his chest, but his intense eyes never left the tank and its contents. Except for now. He suddenly gave her a sultry smirk and a now familiar look came into his eyes. “Well, I had to find something to keep me occupied while the old man took his time repairing the gravity room,” the Saiyan prince grumbled, teasing her with that smirk and the memories of exactly how they had ‘occupied‘ their time.

Bulma couldn’t keep the blush off her cheeks, if she tried. ‘Damn him and that smirk! Well, at least only Gohan is in here now.’

At first all the Z senshi had crowded into the infirmary, all curious, but some for not entirely pure reasons. Chichi and Bulma had quickly banned all prying eyes from the room. All except for Vegeta, who raged against his dismissal from the presence of an unknown Saiyan and wouldn‘t budge against their physical attempts, and Gohan, on the basis that he was too young to be concerned with an adolescent girl in tattered attire, and it was an excellent opportunity to learn first hand about health and medicine. ‘After all you might want to be a doctor when you grow up, Gohan-chan!’ his mother had happily prophesized as she left the infirmary, pushing a protesting Goku ahead of her, the slumbering fox kit in his large, gentle hands. ‘Hopefully Papa can help the poor thing. It didn’t have any visible injuries, but she was so young and terrified,’ the young scientist thought.

“Gohan, this girl’s going to probably take another couple of hours to heal. Why don’t you go check on your dad and the baby fox? I bet everyone is out back playing in the pool too. There really isn’t anything left to do until the girl is ready to awaken.” Bulma informed the youngster.

Gohan looked up at her with his large, innocent yet serious black eyes. “Are you sure? Do you want me to help with anything else while I’m here?”

She smiled and ruffled his long spiky hair, knowing she was one of the few people he tolerated such a gesture from. “No, I don’t need any help right now. Vegeta and I are just going to stay and watch her. I promise to let you know as soon as she wakes up. Go have some fun, kid.” Her eyes suddenly grew a little grim. “Enjoy the peace and freedom while it lasts. I’ll talk to your mom if she gives you any grief about it.”

“Okay. Thanks for the lesson, Bulma!” Gohan called, scampering past the scowling Vegeta and out the door.

Vegeta turned his head back to the young scientist, his onyx eyes meeting her brilliant blue ones.

“What?” Bulma asked.

“Oh, just amazed how pessimistic you just sounded. You sounded like that cue-ball there for a second.”

A smile quirked up the edge of her mouth. “I guess I did act like Krillin. He tends to remind us how precious our time is. I can’t help it though. Seeing everyone together and happy today; then finding this poor girl, who must be a Saiyan, so critically injured. It reminds me of that boy from the future, where all of the Z-senshi are dead… including you…” Bulma suddenly spun away from him, not wanting Vegeta to see the tears threatening to break free of her eyelashes. Her hand unconsciously came up to cup her lower abdomen, where a just barely visible swell could hardly be noticed.

Vegeta looked over at the door, then shoved off the wall and silently closed it. Quietly, he approached the beautiful, young woman, his bare feet silent on the plush carpeting. She never noticed, her shoulders shaking with her effort to contain her turbulent emotions. Bulma gasped as his thickly muscled arms suddenly enveloped her slender frame. His warm, hard chest pressed against her back and his soft hands came up to overlap her hand at her womb.

The tears won out and spilled down her cheeks. It was so unusual for him to show affection, even when they were alone. She always considered herself a strong woman, but the thought of possibly living without this strong, intelligent man nearly broke her spirit. She had felt strongly for Yamcha, even believing that she loved him, but never had the connection been this powerful. At times, she could swear she felt his emotions as clearly as her own. Bulma was sure Vegeta could do the same, especially right now.

They just stood there as they were, in front of the machine where they first made love and now their pet project was saving the life of an unknown, adolescent Saiyan female. For the briefest moment, Bulma’s eyes widened as she realized that Vegeta, so proud of his Saiyan race whom he was prince of, might prefer to be with a likely full-blooded member of his own kind. After all, she was just a weak human to him, with oddly colored hair and eyes. Why would he want to stay with her…

Vegeta suddenly, gently spun her around and looked deep into her misty, sky blue eyes. He reached up and brushed her long, silky hair away from her slender neck, baring a scar in the shape of two parallel half moons at the junction where her neck and shoulder joined. He scrutinized his handy work, tracing the bite mark with his velvety fingertips. Bulma guess his hands stayed soft, because of the gloves he always wore. She shivered at the feeling of him touching the mark he left on her and the concern he couldn’t completely hide in his eyes.

“Onna,” he spoke, his voice a low, rumbling tone that was almost a purr. As always he addressed her as woman rather than her name. ”When I marked you, that is the Saiyan way of claiming his life-long mate. We permanently mark our chosen mate to prevent another from attempting to attract away what is already spoken for and prevent needless deaths, due to misunderstandings. It’s also a way of proving our loyalty to our mate. Unlike some pathetic humans, like that scarred face weakling, all Saiyans mate for life. So don’t concern yourself with fancied delusions that I’ll run off and bed this girl. A son of the royal bloodline, as any Saiyan, would sooner die in battle than dishonor himself by voluntarily leaving his mate and child to fend for themselves.”

Bulma’s eyes never could hide her emotions. They sparkled brilliantly with moisture, as the tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. “Vegeta!” she sobbed, throwing her arms around his strong neck, burying her face in it and inhaling his clean, masculine scent. She had suspected there was a deeper meaning to the bite mark, but she never imagined this. And more, it confirmed her suspicion that the Saiyan could if not read her thoughts completely, then at least fully understand her every emotion.

Vegeta stood in shock for a minute. It was difficult for him to be so open with others, even his mate, but this had been a hard day for his onna. The party with all her old friends, then Goku suddenly appearing with the unconscious, critically injured, not full grown Saiyan female; all on top of the hormonal changes brought on by her new pregnancy had taken their toll on her. He wrapped his arms protectively around her. Gradually Bulma’s cries quieted and her salty tears dried on his skin, her embrace gradually loosening. “Silly onna,” he whispered in her ear.

She mumbled something unintelligible as Vegeta swept her up in his arms and carried her over to the single bed, against the far wall of the infirmary. Gently, he laid her down and pulled the afghan at the end of the bed up to her shoulders. He studied her elegant features for a moment, brushing several silky, pale blue hairs off her flawless cheeks, her full, soft lips pulling up into a small smile. “Vegeta…” she whispered in her sleep.

The Saiyan no Ouji smirked as he turned and braced himself against the wall next to her once more. But the pleasant expression immediately dropped into his typical scowl, as he focused his glare on the regeneration tank and it’s contents once more. A growl escaped his throat as he studied the adolescent girl inside. No doubt she had to be a Saiyan. Her black spikes danced about her relaxed face and Vegeta could barely see her tail draped loosely across her lap. What puzzled him the most was that, when Goku had carried her into Capsule Corp, past Vegeta‘s very nose, the prince was positive that her blood was that of a full-blooded Saiyan. Her personal scent was not obscured by human or any other species blood through breeding. ‘But where the hell did she come from?!’ All the Saiyans had been dead for decades, except for Raditz, Nappa, Kakarrot and himself. No female Saiyans at all. So how did a 15-16 year old full-blooded Saiyan suddenly arrive in their midst?!