Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Blind Love ❯ Blind Love ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: Don't Own Bulma and Vegeta, or any other characters that belong to Akira Toriyama, story idea and concepts I thought up.

 

Blind Love

Prologue

 

A/N: We all have obstacles to overcome; this fic is no different but don't think it has, ever been done I think you'll enjoy it. Because our eyes are not the only things that help us find love.

 

The slam of brakes filled the air, a man wearing black shades, his flame upswept hair once stood proudly but even in the falling rain it fall draping over the back of his neck. He stood on the sidewalk with his large but aged German Shepard both proud but they both snapped to the side as the tires squealed. The sound of crushing metal filled the air, the man standing there began to move. His dark barking loudly as one car door opened. A young man barely sixteen, his pickup completely totaled… rather his stolen one. Coughing as he tried to regain the breath in his lungs he took off but the man didn't give chase as his dog wanted too. Its loud barking and snarls caused the man to turn back expecting the beast to pounce on his heels.

 

“Forget him, let's check this out.” He jerked the leash back as the dog whined but lead the way, the dog stopped his hands letting go of the leash as he followed along the car heading to the driver's door. “You okay?” He called as grappled with the door. A slumping noise came next as the drivers head hit the door. “Shit!” He swore as he didn't get a response. Fumbling around he found the door handle even with his impressive form it did nothing. His dog not helping as it whined its claws going for the window. Its yelps coming out as it tried to get inside to help.

 

“I know, someone's there but bloody unconscious.” He reached in his front pocket grabbing his cell phone. Flipping it around and open he pushed 911 with his fingers without looking as he still tried to pry open the door.

 

“Hello Nine-One-One Emergency.” The operator's voice came through his cell phone.

 

“Yes, there's been an accident, the driver of the other car fled but I have one unconscious in the car and it's…” A pause came over as he moved to the front hood his hands feeling the smashed together hoods looking for one of the more fancy emergency opening devices but found none. “Oh yeah he crushed the two together… Head on.” He said going back to the door his fingers prying at the sides hoping to find some notch to rip it open.

 

“Okay where's the crash at sir? I'll have a unit out there right away, how serious the injuries?”

 

“Couldn't tell you, I can't tell whoever is inside, but they are still out cold. But it definitely wasn't a normal fender bender he nailed the other car.” He finally found a little notch as his fingers grabbed at the side. “Come on open up!” He gritted as with one hand he tried to pull it open. His hand hearing the creak of metal as it began to get pried open. “We're two blocks south of Cloud Street.”

 

“Okay just stay on the line sir, they'll be there-!” The operators voice being cut off as he dropped the cell phone back in his front pocket and dug both his hands into the side of the door. His knuckles beginning to turn white with pressure as he continued to pull on the door, the grinding of metal as the impact had crushed the door. His efforts putting a strain on both himself and the car itself, his teeth grit as he leaned back his face pulled back in stress.

 

“Come on Damit!” He snarled planting one foot on the passenger door surging backwards with all his strength until the hinges snapped off. He shot backwards as his effort threw him, his black shades hitting the ground as he rolled a few times the car door in his hands, ah shit. “Find my damn glasses Ouji!” He swore as the dog trained in this task went looking around its nose to the ground as he went back to the car a little stumble in his steps as he touched the car. His hands going to the hole as he found the drivers head. The seatbelt still holding the driver secure, his hands being cautious as they moved her head back to the head rest following the seatbelt and unlocked it. The click in his ears made him smirk as he felt down the dress finding that she was a little stuck underneath the dashboard. The crash shaking things up even for him as it had probably been crushed with the force of the impact.

Ouji came up beside him, the dogs whines signaling him as he reached behind himself touching his head and moved his hand below its jaw. His black glasses falling in his palm as Ouji let go. “Good boy, now sit.” He commanded and the dog did as it was told. Shaking its body as to dry itself the man growled as he got pelted with his dog's water. “Alright let's see if I can get her out of here.” He found the switch alongside the chair that dropped the seat back. Grabbing underneath her shoulders he pulled her up, her body sliding up but snagged as her feet caught the underside of the steering wheel.

 

Moving her feet around the steering column he pulled one foot out, the second following as he moved her out safely his hands hooking underneath her legs and her back as he curled her delicate form up against him. Pulling her out of the car he sat down his pants already soaked as he cradled the girl against him. “Come on wake up; don't want you to die on me.” He said as he gently rubbed the back of her neck. His hand moved up to her face and he was stunned.

 

Shards of glass… plentiful… he moved his hands down around her chest and neck had a few but… He shook his head he could only figure what the lass would go through once she woke up. He knew she was bleeding before he took her out he could smell it before he got her, but felt his fingers even in the rain he knew it, the smell... was powerful. Ouji had gotten up from his side and walked up between his legs his nose going to the girls face his wet nose touching her ear and his tongue lapped alongside her cheek. By whatever miracle the dog had done for him it roused her. A wearing groan came from her lips and she moved. A breath of relief came from his lips as she stirred.

 

“I can't see…” She cried as she tried to open her eyes but found it impossible.

 

“Shhh take it easy, glass pelted your face, you probably got hit but you'll be fine girl just relax I'm here for you right now.” He said soothingly as he rubbed her neck, Ouji stopping his licks as he looked at the girl his head cocking to the side.

 

“It burns… my face is on fire.” She cried trying to move but found it hard. Her whole body wasn't right. Her legs felt numb, her gut was pounding, her arms were like lead weights. Her fingers the only thing moving on her body as she gripped her saviors jacket tightly, unwilling to let go as the pain ran through her.

 

“Relax, talk to me try to forget until the ambulance arrives.” He said as he shifted her against him more, his tuned ears picked up of the faint sound of sirens. “What's your name?” He asked as she whined shaking her head.

 

“It's Bulma…” She tried to keep moving, pain and discomfort keeping her movements limited, but the firm grip around her more so as she didn't want to leave but wanting to know she wasn't paralyzed, that would kill her…

 

“How old are you, what's the color of your eyes.” He asked quickly wanting to keep her focused on him, as the sounds neared, Ouji turned his head in the notion of the flashing white and red lights even without the ability to disconcert the colors he knew it was good.

 

“I'm Twenty-Two; blue… the same as my hair.” She said as she tried to focus on him more so then her pain but she knew that would be impossible when a fire is being lit upon your brows and left unattended.

 

The screech of the tires as the ambulance slowed, the driver spinning around as they got her close the back end opening up as one man hopped out the orange stretcher in his hands, the metal one staying put for the moment. “Hurry up!” one man said as he rushed around the wrecked truck to the sight before him. Laying down the stretcher beside the man, he ushered those alongside him. “Alright we'll take it from here.” The EMT reached around as the man lifted Bulma up to them, his hands open as the EMT took her and put her on the stretcher. The second EMT grabbing the end of the orange stretcher picking it up slightly as the first grabbed the front picking her up and moved her to the metal stretcher setting her up as they pushed her inside, “Hold on you'll be fine. We'll get you too the hospital as fast as we can.” One hoped in the back as the other got into the drivers door and pulled away, the speed taking off as a Cop car rounded the corner a fire truck coming next to clean up the situation.

 

The cop pulled up alongside the wreck hoping to get a statement as he got up. Ouji perking up at the notion of leaving as he gave his coat another shake. Opening his hand Ouji walked by his hand, grabbing his leash the two walked around the car, his cause and concern moderate as they avoided some of the other glass and metal.

 

“Sir, may I ask if you were the other driver?” The cop said as he threw over a rain parka, his hands holding a clipboard.

 

“No I'm not and you're the cop they sent when I called?” He asked simple enough

 

“Alright license and registration, then and I'll just check to verify you as a witness to this hit and run. You are the one who reported this correct?” He nodded in response, the cop taking a few scribbles on his pad, even in the pouring rain as the fire-fighters got up and began to clean up the site, one man looking at the door that had been ripped off the hinges and to the man wondering just how that could be possible. Knowing first hand that doors didn't explode outwards, someone must have ripped it open.

 

Reaching in his pocket he offered his wallet as the cop took it, opening it up he wrote down the information until a little line caught his eye. “Well thanks for the service you did today Vegeta, it's nice to know someone like you would do something for that other driver. You're sure it was a hit and run?” He asked as Vegeta shrugged.

 

“I didn't see him run off, I heard him slam his car door and then footsteps sprinting away I could only assume… after all you know why. But Ouji could follow him, the scent hasn't faded.” Vegeta chuckled as he gave a little tug on the leash the dog returning to his side shivering slightly with its soaked coat.

”Wouldn't want to burden you sir you just go home, unless you'd want me to give you a ride back?” The cop offered as Vegeta snorted.

 

“I'm not blind… I know how to get home.” His arrogant tone running over the officer as he handed the wallet back, the flash of lightning spooking neither as Vegeta looked up.

 

“Sir you're wallet.” He offered as Vegeta moved his hand the cop dropping it down into his hand. Vegeta looking up into the flashes of lightning finding comfort in all of this, “In the darkness we're all equals…”

 

A whimper from his side reminded him of his companion. “Yes we're leaving lead the way home.” Vegeta said as Ouji picked up his pace ready to get out of the rain, Vegeta used to this pace jogged behind. His own apartment not to far away but he thought back to the poor girl… something familiar in the name but he shrugged it off. He'd find out another day tonight he had just wanted to let Ouji do his business and ended up being a savior. No doubt the news would get wind of this… I'm nothing special; I don't need anything from these people. I'd rather live in peace…

 

They told her that everything would be fine, that she would be alright. After she had been pulled from the wreckage of her car, her eyes stained with blood as the window shattered in her face. After all of that, they put her up on a stretcher. Her face a mess of glass and blood, she cried she couldn't see. The said she would be fine that just a few pieces had imbedded themselves there. I'll be fine… I'll be fine…

 

Offloading her to the ground, the metal wheels grinding in the slippery soaking night. Herself atop as they rushed her inside an EMT beside her covered her face with his arm as they wheeled her through the doors. She still couldn't see she could feel the blood in her eyes. It still hurt. The pain still in her face, her gut was felt like she had been punched, the snap of the seatbelt had been so violent she thought she vomited.

 

It was so painful… Her mouth moaning in disdain as her face felt like someone struck her with a match tip over and over. She could hear the scurrying of feet and the throwing open of doors. A mask covered her mouth, the feeling of air over her mouth made it easier to breathe. She couldn't understand the doctors as they talked She felt herself stop, the moving of people around her scared her. When you can't see it's not as easy…

 

She felt something tear her dress, the feeling of wires and patches covered her chest as someone else lifted her hand. “Miss relax this will calm your nerves and dull the pain.” She felt something push into her vein in her wrist her hand almost tensing but she steadied herself knowing the morphine was going to help. With that alone she could slowly feel a numbness spreading up her arm, a gentle coldness as if a blanket had been placed over her body.

 

“Don't worry you'll be fine miss we're going to fix you up.” A gentle voice above her face as she could hear the crank of a knob and a warm gas filled her lungs.” Sweet slumber came next as she fell asleep. The gas doing its work as the doctors began the careful process of pulling out the shards of glass, each gentle and careful movement as to not worsen the situation the doctor already knew. He wasn't a professional in eye surgery but he knew cases before and what was going to be happening to her, she would never see again…