Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bitter Harvest ❯ No Cure ( Chapter 10 )

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No Cure

~........~ = Telepathy

By WeaverOfDreams

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Briefs, but we can't seem to find anything wrong with your daughter. We can find no bacterial infection nor can we find any virus ether . Still, we know what her symptoms are, lack of breath, coma. There are other more pressing issues as well. We've come to find that her organs are starting to degrade. We've put her on a respirator. Her heart is still beating well but we don't know for how long. We think that this maybe an allergic reaction to some sort of stimulus. We have to isolate the situation and find the antidote." Doctor Kilmartin*said as he leaned back in his chair. He faced a very worried Bulma , a very pissed Vegeta and a very frustrated Trunks.

Bra had been the hospital for the past week and still, the doctors could not make heads or tails of her illness. They knew it was an allergic reaction to something but they just couldn't find the stimulus. Bulma lay her head onto Vegeta's shoulder which he took without question. She was a bit surprised that Vegeta would show this public display of affection. He had been very comforting over the past week. She knew, however, he needed as much comforting as she did. Bra was his daughter too, his little princess. Bulma also knew that whatever Vegeta was feeling, he was focusing in trying to find out what or who had done this to his little one.

"Thank you, Doctor."Trunks said as he slowly got up. His mind was plagued with hundred of thoughts. He couldn't figure out what had happened to his little sister. I mean she had been fine for the longest time, no flu's, no colds, no sickness of any kind. With her being half Sayijin too, she was resistant to a lot of earth's illnesses. The doctor had just confirmed what he had been thinking, that it wasn't an illness but an allergic reaction to some type of toxin. Trunks felt protective of his little sister and the fact that he couldn't protect her from this, it was eating him alive. He walked out the door, making his way down the hall to the intensive care unit of the hospital. Before they had come here, they had tried to help Bra with the Isolation Chamber. It didn't work. She wasn't hurt physically.

Back in the office, Doctor KilMartin got up and walked over to Bulma and Vegeta. He placed a hand on Bulma's shoulder, seeing her blue eyes start to mist with tears." We're doing everything we can for your daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Briefs**. I think it's best if you two went home and got some sleep, you're not doing any good for her staying awake and ruining your own health." He patted Bulma's shoulder again and then left to tend to another patient.

Bulma bit her lip and leaned on Vegeta, her arms slowly wrapping around him. He held her back and placed a soft kiss on her brow. He murmured words to her, comforting words. His hand lightly stroked her arm."For once , Woman, I agree with that doctor. You are fatigued, we've been here all week. I'm taking you home to sleep." His tone rang with authority that she knew, for once ,she couldn't talk back to. She nodded against his shoulder and felt him lift her to her feet. She was boneless. Charen was coming to take her son away and now something else was stealing away her daughter. Vegeta had been her rock in the past week, much like she had been his in the past year. He never left her side, stayed with her as they both sat by their daughter's hospital bed, watching the little girl fight to stay alive. Whatever was doing this to her was slowly killing her. Bulma felt so helpless. She was one of the smartest people in the world and not even she knew what was happening to her daughter nor how to fix it. She had always been good at fixing things, but this was out of her reach.

Vegeta wrapped a strong arm around her waist and took her with him. They walked down to the ICU and stepped into their daughters room. Vegeta could still not get over how bad his little one looked. Her hair was lifeless, dull. Her flesh was pale , the blue spots, tiny and clustered , marring her skin. Her fever had broken on the second day but that seemed to bring worse problems. A respirator breathed for her, her tiny lungs having collapsed. Her nerves seemed to be shot to hell. Her heartbeat sounded out faint but steady from the heart monitor. IV drips ran into her little arms. Bra was as pale as the sheet that covered her. Beside the bed, holding her hand was Trunks. He was staring intently at her, his eyes searching, pleading for her to open her eyes. Vegeta rested Bulma against the wall and then walked over to his son. He stood beside him and then looked over at his little one. A deep, dark rage curled in his gut. If someone was responsible for this, he would make them wish they were never conceived.

He placed a hand on his son's shoulder. Trunks looked up, his eyes full of pain and doubt. Vegeta knew his son felt much, it was his human nature to do so. He nodded gruffly." I am taking your mother home, she needs to rest. Alert us if anything happens." Trunks nodded and then went back to his vigil. Vegeta then leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to the pale brow of his sick child. Her flesh felt cool, something that disturbed him greatly. Moving back, he returned to the side of his mate. He took her into his embrace and led her out of the room and then out of the hospital.

Since they had flown here that first night, there was no vehicle waiting for them. Vegeta simply took Bulma into his arms and soared into the air. She lay limp against him, as if all her will was gone. This did not bode well. He could feel her withdrawing into despair. The flight was silent, though he could hear the muted sniffles escape her lips. They landed at their doorstep not long after they left. Vegeta noticed that there was a note on the door. It was in the woman's mother's hand writing. He tore it off and then opened the door. Everything was cleaned inside. Hefting Bulma in his arms, he read the note. Apparently, the woman's mother had cleaning up the complex and had also restocked the fridge and pantry. They had visited them during the past week. The ditzy blonde fussed over her daughter and her grand-son and even him.

This past week had weighed heavy on his shoulders as well. His daughter, much like the rest of his family , were his light and saving grace. He could not lose any of them lest he go mad. He placed the note down and then carried Bulma up the stairs to their room. He gently sat her down onto the bed and slowly pulled off her clothes with minimal resistance. She hadn't said a word since the doctor's meeting. She was even more despondent now. She barley blinked, her body seemed boneless. Vegeta frowned as he with drew the last article of clothing from her. Picking her up, he reached down with one hand and pulled back the covers. Laying her down like a fine piece of china, he slowly undressed. Tossing his clothes away from them as they smelt like death and disinfectant, he crawled into the bed with her and pulled the covers up over them. He pulled her close and she didn't resist it. He nuzzled her, warming her with his body, letting it seep through to her bones. He was comforting her the best way he knew how and that was to give himself to her, if she wanted. He then heard the sound that would forever shatter his soul. His mate let out a sniffle and then another and another. She was holding back her tears for him. Sighing, he pressed his lips to her ear, his arms wrapping tighter around her.

"Let it out, Woman, you'll make yourself sick if you don't." He whispered and his gentle words were what started it. She turned in his arms and pressed her face to his chest, deep soul wrenching sobs coming forth from her mouth. Her tears wet his skin and made him ache softly. He rubbed her back with his hands, wrapping himself around her, holding her close, protecting her as she cried.

Every sob, every anguished moan tore at him. He had to make his mate feel better. He lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on her brow, his nose nuzzling the soft blue curls atop her head. Her sobs slowed down, till all the sounds she made where soft hiccups. His hands continued to rub her back. Her arms slowly unfolded and wrapped around his waist. She buried her face into his shoulder and pressed close to him, as if fearful he would leave. Giving her a tighter hug, he rested there and let her do whatever she felt like doing, if it were to sleep or not.

He could feel her fingers playing along his spine in soothing caresses. A deep rumble vibrated in his chest. Her touch wasn't meant to be arousing , he knew, still, it was having that effect. He didn't make a move, letting her do what she wished. He then felt her soft lips press to his collarbone, placing little wet kisses to his skin. One of her hands moved from his back to his sides, running over the lean muscles there, over his hipbone, stroking his flanks. Growling softly, he shifted his hips. He truly did love to be petted, to be touched by this woman, her hands small and soft, calming yet arousing in the same moment. He knew what she sought.

Bulma looked to his face and noticed that his eyes remained open, if slightly. She licked her lips, his eyes focusing on the action. His hands kept their slow calming rhythm on her back, stroking. Soon, the sweeps were not restricted to her lower back. His hands moved up and down, from her shoulders to the top swell of her behind.

"Vegeta, is it wrong for me to want you when our baby is fighting for her life? Is it wrong for me to want you to love me, to push the pain away for just a moment? I'd be using you." Bulma whispered, lifting a leg and hooking it over his hips, pressing them together even tighter. A sigh flowed from his mouth, Vegeta pressed his forehead to hers as his hand cupped the swell of her behind, pressing her and holding her in place.

" From what I have learned, you humans need comfort in stressful situations, you need to know that you are not alone. You are not using me if I am offering you your comfort." Vegeta said deeply, his voice just above a growled whisper. She bit her lower lip, her blue eyes searching his.

"You care deeply for our daughter, Vegeta. I know that this is effecting you too."Bulma offered, her hand idly stoking his flank. He sighed , his breath stirring the strands of hair that fell over her brow. He felt such a need to protect this fragile woman, to save her from any harm. He felt the same for his offspring, even his son who he knew could handle himself now. Bra, however, was an innocent, untouched and untainted by the world he knew, the world he once lived in.

"As always Woman, sometimes you can be infuriatingly right. "Vegeta growled, his hips shifting slightly as her fingers wandered to his back again, the tips prodding his spine. "Must you tease me, imp? I am trying to say something important."

Bulma smirked and then her face softened, her eyes grew warm and wet. Vegeta inwardly groaned. It was not easy to express feeling and emotions to her, even now. He knew though, that she needed to hear them, to know that she wasn't alone in her frustration and misery. One of his hands moved from her back to cup the side of her face, his fingers slightly rough to the touch, palm soft.

"Woman, you know how much you and the brats mean to me. You are my mate and they are of my blood. I know ,with Trunks, I was not the best father. I have tried to make it up to you by being a good father to the little one. In the past three years, I have seen what it truly takes to be a father and now that I cannot even protect her from whatever this is, it sickens me, makes me feel weak. I am her father, older and stronger then she is, I should be able to protect her from anything, but I've failed her in this." Vegeta said, the scowled softening on his brow , his true emotions shining through his black eyes.

Bulma placed a hand on his cheek and stroked his jaw with her fingers." Vegeta , there's nothing you could have done, nothing any of us could have done. This isn't a physical thing that is hurting our daughter. You cannot blame yourself for her being sick. Things like this happen and you'll never know when it does. We just have to concentrate on making her better and finding what triggered this reaction in her." Bulma said and then realized she was not following her own advice. That much was apparent by the sudden smirk that crossed her husband's lips. She lightly smacked him on the cheek. " Alright, I'll start practicing what I've just preached."

Vegeta growled and moved his beloved closer to him. Her body was molding to his, a sure sign of acceptance. He lightly kissed her brow again and then her eyelids and cheeks. He placed a soft subtle kiss to her lips then he broke it. " Then take what I am offering , Woman. We both need this."

Bulma licked her lips, her tongue brushing his own lips as they were so close. Hooking her leg tighter over his hip, it was an action the opened her. Her scent assaulted his nose, making him harden. Cupping her jaw in on hand , he kissed her again, this time more fiercely, the remaining hand at her back, moving to the front, to cup one of her breasts. A thumb dragged across a nipple and she moaned into his mouth. He took his time, teasing the nub and savoring her lips.

Breaking the kiss, Vegeta leaned his head down and placed soft licks to her throat and shoulder, loving her gently. Bulma's arms curled around them, her fingers lacing into his hair. She could feel him, hardening against her inner thigh. All she had to do was tilt her hips and he would be pushing against her entrance. He smirked against her skin and then moved his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth lovingly, sucking on it. Her back arched beneath his hand pressing her to him, their skin sliding against each other. He let go of that favored nipple to turn to the other one, sucking the hard flesh into his mouth.

He took his time, yet he knew that she didn't want a lengthy lovemaking. She was wet and wanting , he could smell it. Grabbing her hips, bringing them tighter to his own, he rubbed the length of his hard shaft across the wet lips of her womanhood. She whimpered, wordlessly calling out for him. He complied, angling his hips and then thrusting forwards, sinking his length deep within her. A gasp came from her mouth as she felt him slide deep within her and settle there. They remained like this, joined, eyes opened and staring at one another. Vegeta became drunk with the look of her bright blue eyes, they showed such depth, he could drown in them. His hand caressed her thigh, softly stroking it as they lay there. He could feel her warmth around him as she could fell his shaft of pulsing heat deep within her. They had never made love like this before, facing each other in such a way. It was soothing yet intense in emotion at the same time. Bulma watched as his eyes grew dark, yet soft, a warm , sharp gaze.

His hands moves up to fan over her cheeks, the tips barely touching her skin. They moved over her delicate features, tracing them. They didn't move, didn't spoil this wondrous moment between them. Rarely was Vegeta this gentle, this thoughtful. Bulma couldn't complain about their love making, but now she could see such tenderness in his eyes. He was searching for something, his eyes playing over her face. She leaned forwards and placed her lips on his collarbone, nipping at the flesh there.

A growl came from his lips, his hips jerking. Bulma gasped , the action cause his shaft to press deeper into her. She moaned softly and that's when Vegeta slowly started to rock his hips, one of his hands moving down to her own hip, keeping her in place and gently pulling her into the rocking rhythm. His shaft thrust in and out of her in short strokes, deeply penetrating her. It felt amazing. She felt so connected with him. She had always felt some sort of connection with her mate, but now it felt so much stronger.

He held her tight as he moved her, pressing her close as he thrust. His head lowered and his mouth found the supple curve of her throat and shoulder. She could feel him sucking there, making a mark. There many times over the years were he would do this as they made love, yet she felt like was holding back on doing something .He had bitten her yes, there or further along her shoulder, but she knew he wasn't doing something else, something a touch more important. She could never tell what. She had asked him about it, but he would always say she was crazy or that it would be a waste of time to explain it to her.

She felt his teeth nibble and run over her flesh there as he sucked. She wiggled her hips causing him to groan and thrust harder. It was slowly building, her pleasure and his. She could feel that off of him. She could always feel him in some sort of way, knew where he was, always get a feeling from him. She felt like this was something sacred, the way he made love to her now, the slow deep thrusts, the touching of their bodies constantly. They touched everywhere. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, her nipples scrapped over his flesh as they both moved, sending shivers down to her womanhood and all throughout her body. The hand on her hip moved around to cup the smooth globe of her behind. He pressed her harder against him. She could hear a soft hum come from his throat. It vibrated against her skin. This was new. He didn't hum or purr or anything like that during the act only after it.

He began to mutter in his native tongue again and she listened to it, the vibrations and growls in the language stirring something within her. She could feel the heat curling within her lower stomach. It was building, his thrusts got faster deeper, a frenzy felt in them. He kept mumbling those words to her, the volume growing as his thrusts sped up. She was so close, she could feel he was too. She felt his teeth at her throat. She knew this feeling. He had bitten her before, yet this seemed to have purpose. His teeth grazed her flesh, sharp, pointed. He held back however, lifting his head to look into her eyes. His were clouded, glazed even, still dark and black, yet different. He looked at her as if asking for acceptance. She didn't know for what he was asking for acceptance for, but she knew it would not harm her, he would never harm her. She nodded softly and then felt him relax. His head lowered again and his hips snapped, driving into her , over and over, their bodies rubbing , sliding against one another.

She gasped, so close was she to the edge that she started to moan loudly, the feeling over coming her. For once , she was very glad that they were the only ones in the building. She felt his teeth latch on to her throat again, his body moving quickly seek out both their releases. Finally when she hit her edge, she felt his teeth sink into her flesh. After the bite she felt a wave of emotion over run her and then images came, lighting the back of her eyelids, playing in her mind, slowly at first. She knew they were not her own. She realized they were Vegeta's. She saw everything that happened to him, saw who he truly was , saw what he had become, all that he was and all that he'd ever be. There was, however, one dark place she was not allowed to see. She didn't push to see it, knowing that was something he never wanted her to experiance. It overwhelmed her, sending her further down the spiral of pleasure and emotion. She felt herself crying, feeling him, truly feeling him. She could feel the pleasure and all the emotion that washed over him. She felt the urge to bite him back, she didn't know where it came from, but she leaned over and sung her teeth into his flesh. The hard muscle resisted then after a second, gave way to her blunt teeth, his blood filling her mouth. It was sweet and thick and a whole new range of emotions filled her. It became too much for her and then everything went black.. She could hear the deafening roar come from him as he too found release before she blacked out.

When she came too, she felt as if a tight line was pulling in the back of her mind, a connection almost and at the other end was him. How did this happen? She opened her eyes to see his head bent. She could feel his tongue lapping at her throat, licking at the wound he had created, the pain gone because of his saliva. She moaned softly and then realized her teeth were still embedded in his throat. She pulled them out, earning a hiss from his mouth. She cleaned him as he cleaned her, licking the blood away from the already healing wound. A loud rumbling purr issued from his throat and she felt his contentment, as if it were her own. Pushing him away slightly, she looked at him, confused about what had just happened.

She looked into his eyes. They were still glazed, yet dark, shiny. Her blood stained his lips as she knew his must also be staining hers. Her hands drifted over his shoulders, as if feeling them for the first time. She eyed the wound she made at the base of his throat. It was healing , the blood had stopped flowing. Somehow she knew he'd always have that mark. Bulma looked up at him again and was overcome by a wave of passion and love. It came from him, she knew it. Bulma's mouth was about to open when Vegeta placed a finger to her lips.

" What just happened here was a full mating bond. In a mated pair there are three bonds, the physical bond, the emotional bond and the spiritual bond. Each has a degree of strength. The physical bond is made when the two mate for the first time. It is fairly weak and if the two are not together for a number of days or months, the bond with break. The emotional bond is formed after a number of years, if the two remain together and is much more stronger then the first bond. It can happen after an event that greatly changes the two or it can just happen at a point when both are the most happiest with each other. You and I have shared those two bonds but we did not full fill the third. To have a full mating bond, all three bonds must be in place. What we just did, marked each other and tasted of each other's blood, that was the third bond. It opened us and connected us for all time." Vegeta said, his voice low, his fingers gently tracing her jaw.

Bulma blinked. That's what she had been feeling all these years, this connection with him, all because of those bonds? Blinking, she frowned and smacked him on the shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me this sooner? How come it's taken you so long to do this spiritual bond thingy with me?" Bulma pouted, something she didn't often do because it made her look childish.

Vegeta smirked and rubbed his thumb over her bloodstained lips, wiping away his blood. Bulma's eyes focused on it and then quickly captured that thumb in her mouth, licking the blood off. Vegeta growled low in his throat, and then wrapped his arms around her, rolling them over so that she sat atop him, his length still embedded in her warm passage. She gasped softly, his length hardening within her at the motion and also at the display she just put on. She watched as his eyes took her in, sweeping over her form. She rubbed down on him and he growled again and kept her in place.

"Woman, do you want your questions answered or do you want to be throughly fucked again?" Vegeta gritted out, his eyes blazing now. Bulma smirked and stopped moving, settling down on him, leaning over to lay on him, her head nestled beneath his chin.

"Hmmm, how bout both?" She quipped and she placed a kiss on his collarbone again. He jumped slightly, his skin sensitive. She sat up again and flexed her hips. A nerve in his cheek twitched. Bulma smirked, she could feel what was going on with him, the passion he was feeling. This bond could work out to her advantage.

"Grrrr, Woman...it took me this long to secure the third bond because I wanted to make sure that we were both ready for it. I wanted to make sure that we were secure enough to handle it. This is forever, Woman. This bond is breakable only by death. We are intertwined. You've seen my memories, seen what I am ,as I have seen yours and seen who you truly are. There is nothing now truly that we do not know about one another. I know I have kept a part of my soul back away from you. It is not because I don't trust you Woman, it is because I do not want to stain your soul with it." Vegeta said, his eyes washing over her form. Bulma started to rock her hips, feeling him lengthen and harden within her again. Her hands played over his stable chest, fingers smoothing across the skin. She felt such a need to be near him, to be with him, to feel him all over again. He groaned below her as his eyes closed, taking in the sensations.

"Hmm, it's ok Vegeta. If you ever feel that you need to show me this, you will. I won't hold it against you." Bulma sighed, breathless, his feelings and her own washing over her, their link wide open. It was too new to control, too fresh. She felt as if some inner beast within her had taken over as her hips started to pump, rocking on him, riding his prone form. His hands came up to cup her hips and behind, her nails sank into the flesh of his chest. It was happening too quickly again, but she knew that they couldn't stop it.

Her back arched as she was carried away, the pleasure building too fast, his thoughts and words flowing through her mind, encouraging her. Bulma opened her eyes to see his own opened, staring in heavy-lidded amazement. She could feel it coursing through him through the bond. Vegeta groaned. His woman felt so much, it flooded him, made him warm, filled all the empty voids that occupied his heart and soul.

His hands moved up her sides, skimming her flesh and then landed on her breasts, cupping them, massaging the full globes. His thumbs flicked across her nipples , over and over again. She could feel it coming, starting to wash over her. Bulma panted and moaned, nails still embedded within his flesh. She stared into those gloriously dark black eyes slowly closing. His voice filtered through her mind.....I love you , Bulma........those words spoken by his voice filled her mind and sent her over the edge. Bulma moaned as her release washed over her. His own came close by, filling her yet again with bliss.

Panting, they lay there, taking comfort and joy from each other. Bulma wrapped her arms around him and lid on his body. Her moments of bliss were soon , however, broken when she opened her eyes and saw one of Bra's toys sitting on her reading chair. Vegeta's arms reflexively held her tighter, one of his hands reaching up to smooth out her hair. He opened his mind to her again.

~ She will not die, Woman. I promise you~

Bulma relaxed in her mate's arms and sighed, letting her fatigue get the best of her. She slowly feel asleep, his voice in her mind soothing her and comforting her.

Back at the hospital at the same time, Trunks lift his head from the blanket. He had fallen asleep. A doctor moved around him to check on Bra's readings. Sitting up, he winced as his back protested. Yawning and streaching, he blinked, rubbing his eyes. He looked down at his sister. She still looked the same . Looking around the room, she saw a nurse with the doctor. There was something about her he couldn't quite but his finger on. He doubt he'd seen her before, she was a bit mousy, short brown hair tucked under the nurse's cap, average body under the white nurse's uniform. She had a sickly complexion with dull green eyes.

"Ah, son, would you mind leaving the room, you're a bit in the way." the doctor said to him in a polite tone. Trunks nodded and got up from the seat, passing by the nurse. He took a deep breath and then stood stock still. He sniffed the air again to make sure. Frowning he turns again and went to the nurse. Grabbing her around the wrist, he felt her skin was slightly clammy. Turning her around, she let out a yelp. His eyes went down to her front and that's when noticed the pendent. The scent, the feel of her skin, the pendent , it all came together.

"I know it's you." Trunks said, letting out a sharp growl. It was Charen. She gave a slight snarl and then electricity jumped from her fingers giving him a shock. His hand jerked and he let go of her, backing away a few feet." what are you doing here now? Our fight isn't for another month." Trunks looked at her and then looked at his sister. It all started to make sense."It was you, wasn't it? You poisoned my sister!"

The nurse stood up straight, and adjusted her uniform. She looked him straight in the eye and blinked, her dull green eyes starting to brighten. A frown filtered on her lips as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Yes, Trunks, I am the one responsible." Charen said, her voice familiar to his ears, still the same, save for the icy cold chill that ran through it. Snarling, a rush of rage running through his body, Trunks moved into a fighting stance.

"Then , let's do this."

To be continued......

*= Well My last name is Martin and my Doctor's name was KilMartin so it's kinda ironic

**= I'm sure Vegeta might have took Bulma's last name when they got married cause well, he doesn't have a last name, I don't think. If I'm wrong, tell me.