Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Days of Their Lives ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

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A/N: Thanks for the reviews, and thank you Princess Panchii ( Hi Keisha) for beta-ing, Your the best.

To Maria S. I'm sorry that you didn't read the summary thoroughly. If you had, you would have read that Yamcha was the bad guy. I know you have read fanfictio before, and my fic isn't the first fic to contain this sort of thing. I'm sorry you don't like it, but the show must go on.

Days of Their Lives

Veggie-Girl

Chapter Two

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"OHMIGOD!! VEGETA!!" Bulma yelled as she tore across the yard toward the fallen prince. Too scared that he might be dead, Bulma never stopped to think about why she even cared.

"Please be okay, please!" Bulma said to herself. When she got to Vegeta, she fell on her knees and started screaming his name. Vegeta did not respond. She looked a him closely. His head was split open and blood was running thickly from the gash. His limbs were twisted in odd directions and looked terribly mangled. Blood was everywhere. Vegeta had broke the Gravity Room before and got pretty banged up, but not this bad. It wasn't until she looked more closely did she realize that Vegeta was not breathing.

" Oh Kami NOOOOOO!!" Bulma scrambled though her to find her cellphone. After calling for her servants to bring out a stretcher, Bulma decided to give Vegeta CPR.

" Okay, it was 2 breaths, 15 compressions and follow through umtil he starts breathing. Oh Please Vegeta don't die. We need you.." Bulma, over the past year had grown feelings toward Vegeta. Sometimes she wished he would leave her the hell alone, but she had never wanted him to die.

After a few seconds, Vegeta started coughing. Some blood came up, indecating there might be flood in his lungs due to broken ribs. Bulma began to cry when Vegeta looked up at her with wet eyes from choking and coughing. He looked around confused for a minute, but Bulma placed a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to lay still in his weak and broke postion.

"Please lie still Vegeta. Oh Vegeta, I thought you were gone! You scared me you jerk!" Bulma slapped Vegeta's shoulder. Vegeta winced from the pain. " Oh, I'm sorry Vegeta."

" Onna, why do I feel like my head is being ripped open?" Vegeta inquired when he found his voice. In all honesty's, he felt like he was dying. The pain was intense, but wasn't going to tell the onna that. He had more pride than that.

" Well Vegeta, you exploded the GR once again, and your head is split open. What were you thinking Vegeta, YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!?!?"

" Shut up onna! My head is killing me!" Vegeta said hoarsely. He could feel consiousness slipping away. Then he said, " Would you have actually "cared" if I had of died?"

Bulma's face flushed scarlet, " Of course I would have dummy! I care about you!"

" Wha...... you....CARE about me?" Vegeta said dumbfoundedly. He had been joking. Her answer was unexpected.

" That's what I stand baka, now lie still and relax, the ambulance will be here soon." Vegeta calmed down. He lay on the grass, looking at the sky. The last thoughs that ran through His head were, ' She saved me. She cares about me. Why?' and he passed out.

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Yamcha was flying around West City , thinking about his plan of action. He and his friend had a plan. Bulma would never suspect it. He would have this dear friend of theirs come into Bulma's house and have them become close and then when he knew that she was in total trust of this dear friend, he would take advantage of Bulma's gentl heart and trust. He would have his way. His desire.

" Watch out Bulma," Yamcha said, " Be afraid, be VERY afraid." and he flew of towards Bulma's house.

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Bulma ran around the room looking for her supplies, and after she had gathered them all, she set herself toward getting Vegeta better and cleaned up. She stripped off his clothes, blushing blood red when she got to his tight pants. Fighting the urge to close her eyes, she peeled away the material. Her eyes widened in shock. He was HUGE!!She quickly searched for wounds. Finding none she qickly threw a sheet over his exposed manhood. She then proceded to cleanse his wounds and sew up his gashes. Vegeta never made a sound or any signs of waking up, but Bulma made enough noise for the both of them. Every time she touched a painful looking wound, she would moan as though it was her own.

" Why do you keep doing this to yourself, Vegeta?" She whipered as she finished wrapping his wounds. She sat there by his bedside for a minute just looking at him. Then she got up and went to her room.

Bulma stipped out of her bloody clothes, and walked into her bathroom to take a hot shower to work out the creks in her neck. After washing away the remains of Vegeta's blood she got out and slipped into a fine blue silk robe. Tredding her way to Vegeta's room, she quietly slipped back in. She pulled a chair up to Vegeta's bed and watched him sleep. ' He doesn't look so constipated when he's not scowling at me.' Bulma though as she stroked his unfrowning brow. As she watched him her eyes began to drop. She layed her head down on his bed and fell asleep.

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Yamcha and his guest for tonight arrived at Bulma's house. ' She'll never suspect this. He might be waek compared to Vegeta and Goku, but he's way stronger than her. Nobody will hear her screams. And if Vegeta did , what would he care?' Yamcha was positive Vegeta would be training, and wouldn't here a thing. His friend would have no problem gaining Bulma trust. He had that innecent look about him.

" You ready? You gotta make this believable. Don't give us away!" Yamcha said as he rang Bulma's door bell.

" Sure thing, boss, I can do it, just remember our deal." he was cut off by Yamcha.

".....I know I know, you want a piece of her too."

" Hell yeah."

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Bulma heard the doorbell ring and jerked awake. She checked to make sure she hadn't awaken Vegeta then hurried down stairs.

When she opened the door she saw Yamcha, and a man she had never meet before were standing there. He looked mixed, light skinned really, with sliked back wavy black hair. His eyes were hazel. He was buff, in his black muscle shirt and slightly baggy cargo jeans. Hell his shoes even looked good. Brand new K Swiss. He was lookin' better than Yamcha, but didn't compare to Vegeta. But he did have an innocent appearance.

" Hey Yamcha, who is this?

" Well Bulma this is Arsenio, Arsenio Thomas, and he will be acompaning us on our date tonight."

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