Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cry ❯ Just can't live a lie ( Chapter 14 )

Cry

 

Chapter 14

 

A/N: Awww…So we found out that Vegeta's feelings for Bulma are sincere…even if he is not quite sure how he feels. Anyway, thanks for the reviews, shout outs will be at bottom as always.

 

Also, I am still in need of a beta for this story. If you are interested, please say so in either your review or by private message. Thanks!

 

 

Bulma woke up to find herself in a soft hospital bed in a single room. `What happened,' she thought as she tried to sit up, but immediately stopped when pain hit her uterus once more.

 

`Ugh…' Bulma now remembered exactly what had happened.

 

Suddenly, three nurses came rushing in along with her doctor, Dr. Walsh.

 

“Mrs. Briefs, you need to lie back down. If you do not, then you will risk the chance of losing your baby,” a little older nurse said as she gently pushed her back down flat on the bed.

 

“But, this is uncomfortable,” Bulma said quietly, having never been one who liked to lie in one position for an extended period of time.

 

“It's ok, she can be put at a 45 degree angle, Eloise,” Dr. Walsh said to the older woman as she reached for the remote that pulled the bed up.

 

“Thanks,” Bulma breathed, now feeling much better.

 

“Bulma, you have been out of it for two weeks. According to an employee at Capsule Corps., you have sustained injuries to your uterus due to a bad fall. Right now both you and the baby are stable, but there was a time when we thought we would lose both of you.” Dr. Walsh finished in the most serious voice she had ever heard him use.

 

“So, what happens now? Do my parents know?” Bulma questioned.

 

“Yes, we had to perform an operation to patch up a 2 cm hole in your uterus, and your parents signed the consent forms. They have been visiting everyday for the past two weeks, and your mother has been taking care of you. Now, there are some things you must know,” Dr. Walsh finished, his face suddenly looking grim.

 

“Ok, what's up?” Bulma asked innocently, she figured she could put off the worrying until she knew what was going on.

 

“Well, the damage to your uterus is permanent. The more your uterus extends, the harder it will be to keep the baby inside you. Today is October 1, and you are about 4 months pregnant. Ideally, we would like for you to make it to March, a full-term pregnancy. For the baby is still injured as well and as long as he stays in the uterus, the better he will recover; however, we believe that this is impossible. Realistically, we would like you to make it to December. Many more babies live after a 6 month gestation and we feel that is the best chance we have.”

 

Dr. Walsh allowed the news to sink in, and Bulma took the time to ask more questions. After all, she could dwell on this later; she wanted to make entirely sure what the circumstances were and what all the expectations are.

 

“So, what am I going to do until then?”

 

“Well, it is your decision, but we prefer that you stay here. We have given you one of our larger rooms and should more complications arise we will be able to help you better here.”

 

“Will I have to lie in bed all the time?”

 

“Yes, we do ask that you stay on bed-rest, with the exception of bathroom usage and personal hygiene. If things begin again, we may have to keep you on bed-rest full-time.”

 

Bulma looked at him blankly, shock setting in.

 

“Do not worry over it right now, Bulma. I am just making you fully aware of the situation. I remember very clearly the day you first came to me after a UTI and wanted to know EVERYTHING that I could tell you, saying that you wanted to be `fully aware.'

 

Everyone let out a nervous laugh.

 

“So,” Bulma started. “I can get up to go to the bathroom and take a shower?”

 

“Well, we prefer that you take a bath, but you can use the bathroom for both uses most certainly right now,” Dr. Walsh answered.

 

“Ok, good. So do you think you can take the catheter out now?”

 

Everyone laughed again, but this time the anxiety was gone. The mood had brightened considerably.

 

“Sorry Bulma, when someone is unconscious for half a month that is the best way to do it. But we will most certainly take care of that for you.”

 

8 Hours Later (that one is for you, OneDream)

 

It was nightfall, and Bulma was a much happier camper - now that she had been effectively de-tubed! IVs, pain medication, and everything were taken out. Now, she felt that she could relax on her bed and enjoy watching some American television, one of the perks of being in the most luxurious hospital in the world.

 

Her parents had visited earlier, and had been shocked to find that she was pregnant, but were happy for her. She enjoyed the food Mrs. Briefs had brought from home, but was starting to feel antsy. She hated lying in bed like this, but she loved her baby more than herself, and it felt comforting to feel him kick gently, as if testing waters.

 

She knew he would be adorable. How could he not be? She had been cute, and Vegeta was a very handsome man, so their child would have to be the most beautiful being in the universe!!!

 

That led her to start questioning her feelings about Vegeta. Even after all he had done, she still loved him. It had surprised her when she had figured that out. After all, they had only been living together; she should not have developed that deep of feelings for him.

 

But, she did.

 

That was the most heartbreaking aspect of it all. She still loved him, despite everything he had done to her, everything he had tried to do to her, and she still felt so passionate about him. It made her sick.

 

That was when she had called Yamcha, even though she did not love him anymore…it would be nice to have some company other than her parents. He had completely flipped when she told him that the baby was his, and that he did not want anything to do with it. Yamcha had even proposed to her over the phone, but Bulma had to decline. He was trying to be sweet, but it would just never work for them. She knew that, and he did too, although he was much more hesitant to admit it. He promised to call her in the morning.

 

And that was life for Bulma, for three long, painful months. As the baby grew, her stomach hurt more and more. Yamcha and her parents were continuous visitors, easing her through each kick and each strain.

 

She had opted not to take pain medicine, for she did not want to hurt the baby in any way. However, by the end of November, the pain had become unbearable. She cried all the time and became unable to get out of bed for anything. But, she continued on and persevered.

 

On a cold, December day, a little boy named Trunks Vegeta Briefs was born to the world. In order to inflict less damage on the uterus, they allowed him to come naturally when they were unable to stop him anymore.

 

Minus the purple hair and big blue eyes, he was the spitting image of Vegeta. But he was a cute baby, and very sweet. He cried only for a minute when he was born, and as soon as they put him in the incubator, he calmed down.

 

The doctors said his lungs were underdeveloped, along with the rest of his body organs, so he would have to stay in the hospital for some time. They could not promise anything, but he had a strong heartbeat along with good respirations, so they gave a good prognosis.

 

Bulma knew he would be fine. He was part saiyan, after all, and if human babies can survive that young, than so could he.

 

She named him Trunks, her older brother's name. He had died when she was 8 years old in a car accident. He was only 16, and was hit by a drunk driver - one of the many reasons Bulma preferred root beer to alcohol, although that did not stop her from getting drunk all the time. In fact, his death was the cause of her mother's severe depression, for which she took drugs that made her the person she was today.

 

But, despite all these thoughts, Bulma was happy. Happy that her parents had seen neither hide nor tail of Vegeta, and happy that her son would survive. Things were looking good, even if she was advised against having any future children, everything would be ok. She was sure that if personality was heritable, she would have more than enough trouble with Trunks - what with both her and Vegeta's explosive personalities.

 

But becoming a mother had calmed things down for her. She no longer felt the need to be so defensive or passionate about things. All that mattered was her son.

 

Still, her thoughts lingered toward Vegeta. No matter what, she just could not live a lie. She loved him, and probably would until the day she died.

 

Lately nothing I do ever seems to please you

 

And maybe turning my back would be that much easier

 

Cause hurtful words are all that we exchange

 

But I can't watch you walk away

 

Could I forget about the way it feels to touch you?

 

And all about the good times we've been through

 

Could I wake up without you everyday?

 

And would I let you walk away?

 

No I can't learn to live without

 

And I can't give up on us now

 

Oh I know I could say we're through

 

And tell myself I am over you

 

But even if I made a vow

 

A promise not to miss you now

 

And try to hide the truth inside

 

I'd fail because I just can't live a lie

 

Could I forget the look that tells me that you want me

 

And all the reasons that make loving you so easy

 

The kiss that always makes it hard to breathe

 

The way you know just what I mean

 

No I can't learn to live without

 

So don't you give up on us now

 

Oh I know I could say we're through

 

And tell myself I'm over you

 

But even if I made a vow

 

A promise not to miss you now

 

And try to hide the truth inside

 

I'd fail because I just can't live a lie

 

And even if I made a vow

 

A promise not to miss you now

 

And try to hide the truth inside

 

I'd fail because I just can't live a lie

 

No I can't live a lie

 

 

A/N: I don't own the song “Just can't live a lie” by Carrie Underwood. I thought it matched this story really well, along with others.

 

Also, I hate to beg, but I still need a beta.