Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bad Decisions ❯ Dinner and a Movie ( Chapter 7 )

Bulma sat beside the bed in the ICU. She had been there for a few minutes off and on, going for food and drinks, and talking to Vegeta, who insisted on staying with her throughout the day. Now, as the clock neared 4:00, Yamcha had still not awakened. Vegeta said that if he wasn't awake by 4:30, he was taking Bulma out for dinner and a movie before bringing her back to watch him sleep again. He was still in stable condition and would be until he woke up. He would then be tested for his vision and reflexes. After that, he would either be upgraded to good and kept for overnight observation or he would stay at stable and be tested more. She sat; holding his hand and reading a book her mother had brought for her. He was supposed to have woken 2 hours ago. He still hadn't and she was beginning to get worried, but not too worried, or else she wouldn't have been able to turn the page and read on about Jessica and Brian's love affair behind her boss's back.

He stood outside the ICU room where Yamcha was being held, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. He still didn't feel comfortable around Yamcha, even if he were out like a light. Every 10 minutes or so, a nurse would walk in and check on him, to see if he was awake yet, or if he had died. Vegeta watched the sad families parade past like somebody's sick idea of a holiday. He realized that each family had someone in the hospital, and every person here had at least a more-then-slim chance of dying. Mortality sucks. Vegeta knew he would live to an extraordinary age for a human, but a normal one for a saiyan. His mate and any children they were to have would be long-since gone. He might even outlive his grandkids. He though about the fact of children. Bulma and him had only been a couple for 3 days. They hadn't thought of children, more or less what they were gonna do tomorrow. 'Take one day at a time,' he thought, 'it's the only way to do it when you're a warrior.' He sighed heavily and closed his eyes as he lowered his chin to his chest. He looked up at the clock. 4:15. 15 more minutes. If Yam-head wasn't awake by then, he was taking Bulma out for dinner and a movie to get her mind off of him. He stood from his spot and walked into the room after taking a sharp breath of antiseptic and latex.

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Bulma looked up when she heard the door open. She expected to see another nurse, but instead, she saw Vegeta. He walked in and glanced over Yamcha. The color was returning to his face, a very good sign. He sat next to Bulma and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before looking around the room. The dialysis machine was long-since gone since Yamcha's B.A.L. had lowered considerably. He looked through the glass window to see a few people watching them. Vegeta smirked and looked at Bulma, who had gone back to her book, abandoning Yamcha's hand on the side of the bed. He took her hand after it turned the page and held it up, kissing the back of it softly. She looked up at his confident smirk and smiled. "Not now, Vegeta. What if he were to wake up?"

"Woman, I'm not even thinking about that. I'm just trying to be a sweet little supporter."

"Aw, you're so nice to me, Vegeta." He puts his hand on her cheek and kissed her deeply. She put the book down in her lap and deepened the kiss, putting her other hand on his thigh. They were interrupted with a sudden moan coming from the bed. They pulled apart and looked at Yamcha with wide eyes.

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His eyelids fluttered open and closed quickly with the sudden appearance of bright lights. He slowly opened them to see a pool of blue to his left very close to a large mass of black. He let his eyes adjust to the bright lights and the colors took shape. He now saw his ex-girlfriend kissing her new boyfriend right in front of him. He had been unconscious, what a thing to see when you first woke up, huh? He closed his eyes tightly and made a moaning noise, hoping it would stop them from sucking face long enough to realize he was still alive. The sudden silence around him confirmed the halt of action. He slowly opened his eyes again, letting them think he hadn't seen them. Bulma leapt out of her seat, letting a book fall from her lap onto the floor. She took his hand and asked him if he was okay. He tried to retort a nasty comment, but found himself unable to move his face, or any other part of his body. He lay there and made another noise. He really wanted to comment on the present situation, but he was too weak from being unconscious since 1:00 that morning. 15 hours. He had missed 15 hours of his life. Time he could have used to patch things up with Bulma, registering for AA meetings, or training for the next season of baseball. She shushed him when she realized he couldn't talk and began to say something to Vegeta. His ears felt like they were plugged up. He couldn't hear a word she was saying. He watched her leave the room, leaving him with Vegeta.

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Vegeta looked down on Yamcha with his arms crossed. He was actually glad the punk hadn't died. Now he wouldn't have to deal with Bulma's crying anymore. Yamcha was unable to speak, move, or (he guessed) hear very well. He smirked a bit and sat down in a chair against the wall as Bulma returned with Dr. Kleegar. He added a few little notes to Yamcha's chart and pressed a button to summon a nurse. The nurse took out one of Yamcha's IVs. He looked up at the doctor with clouded eyes and made a noise. Dr. Kleegar told him to stay quiet, he still had a long way to go, and many tests to pass before he would even be able to be upgraded from stable to good condition. Even waking up wasn't good enough. The nurse took a little blood and left the room.

Bulma held Yamcha's hand and told him how worried she was, and before she could start screaming at him, as she was known to do, Vegeta took her wrist and pulled her away, giving her a stern look. She seemed to realize what he was doing, though, because she was quiet.

Vegeta nodded towards Yamcha, acknowledging him, before taking Bulma out into the hallway.

"What's wrong, Vegeta?"

"I think we should leave him alone for a while. He just woke up and his senses are all clouded. He needs some sleep. I know he'll be here for at least 2 more days before they'll release him. He just recovered from a near-fatal disease! Hell, it's a miracle of Kami he's still alive!"

"Yeah, I guess so," she thought. "So how about that dinner and movie you promised?" Vegeta flinched. He had kinda hoped she would forget he had said that. He smirked as they left the hospital together. For Bulma, it had been 13 hours in that hellhole of sadness and mortality. Bulma drove Vegeta to a fast-food place and then they went to the movies. Bulma conned Vegeta into seeing a chick flick with her, when he just wanted to see Jackie Chan. Bulma had said that if he went with her this one time, she would make the movie "more interesting" for him.

Vegeta had never been happier then to watch that old man die in his son's arms.