Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ 'Pressure' Surrounds ( Chapter 12 )

~~`` Chapter 11 'Pressure' Surrounds

I just need this to be alright
I can't feel this another night
I can't take this I come unglued
I might breakdown in front of you
Necessary to medicate
I'm not sleeping, can't stay awake---Staind

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Bulma slammed the phone down for the tenth time in the last two hours. It seemed no one was willing to take a homicidal maniac more powerful then Kami into their care. Well, at least not today. All were willing to set up an appointment in a week or so but none now. Maybe it was because she hadn't used her name, but she wanted to save that for the best of the best doctors, which she hadn't wanted to go to yet since those would cost a pretty penny. Especially if they decided to continue seeing him, which Bulma knew they would.

She snapped her head to the door way behind her, chewing on her cheek. It had been almost three hours since they began to operate, she wondered what the hell was going on in there. But whatever happened Bulma knew there was nothing to worry about because those doctors were the best on the planet and knew every crevice of the Sayian body. Bulma had made sure to include that on the final examine to decide admittance to her hospital. She smiled and giggled to herself as she remembered using Vegeta as the body for her example of a Sayian structure. He had been sour all though it and especially when she told him he needed to strip. Let's just say, most of the female doctors fainted as soon as the shorts were lost. That is mostly why there were very few women doctors at her clinic. No way was she going to let some female gawk at her man!

Bulma shook her head before shifting in her swivel chair and typing professionally fast on the computer. She had wanted to save this for her last resort besides that of the Mental Unit Clinic but, hey, she had billions of dollars, a couple hundred thousand a week wouldn't hurt her. Getting the number she needed, Bulma grabbed her phone and typed in the right buttons getting the usually, "Hello, this is Gehit from the Mind Observation Clinic, how may I help you?"

"Hi, this is Bulma Briefs from the Capsule Corporation Industry, if you don't believe me, please look on the voice identification on the bottom of your phone device and my name will sure enough be there. Now, I will pay more then enough if your best doctor out of each unit would meet with me and my husband, today."

"All units…Miss…" Her voice stumbled as she asked.

"Yes, and make sure you tell them my name when you ask. Please hurry, I'm not one with patience."

"Y-Yes. Miss. Hold on, Please."

Bulma smiled to herself as she leaned back in the chair. Having power really does make you feel like a god, Vegeta was right.

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Vegeta growled as he flew into the window. The woman had called him from his GR with 'great news' as she had put it, but wouldn't tell him anything else. It better be about that boy that was all he could say.

He typed in the code, being let in to see his wife sitting there with a smirk upon her beautiful features as she winked up at him. He crossed his arms over his chest, "What?"

"I found your doctors and we will be leaving in ten minutes so go take a shower. You smell horrid." She saw the frown that etched his features as he slightly turned to lean against the wall. She giggled as he pouted in objection ready to voice it but Bulma was quick to interject as she stood and made her way over to him, "You are going and that is final. You have agreed at least once and that is good enough for me. Now don't be a baby."

Vegeta glared at her before he turned his head away, showing his obvious distaste. He all ready was regretting his choice and now it burned him inside and out. Wait…he could still get out of this. "You can not leave the boy."

Bulma knew this man better then the back of her hand. "Trunks will be fine, the surgery went well and they have repaired his lung. The blood transfusion had also worked and now, Trunks is finally healing. If something does goes wrong, I am having the top nurse at my hospital stay with him and care for him. She is to call for help then me if anything is too much for her to handle." Bulma grinned at his apparent disapproval but she just leaned in and kissed his pouting lips, "Now go get ready, brat."

"Witch." He huffed out before stepping away from her and strutting down the hallway.

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Bulma slid her eyes over to her husband, giggling lightly before she looked back toward her path. "What the hell are you cackling about?" Vegeta snapped, not finding anything humorous about anything. He looked down at his appearance trying to find anything wrong. He thought his loosely fitting kaki pants and tight black, long sleeved shirt made him look incredibly sexy as on many occasions he was told by the woman herself. He didn't very much care for the sandals he was wearing but the woman said he had gorgeous feet. He didn't really know if that was a compliment since it dealt with feet, how the hell can they look 'gorgeous'? But hell, if it made the woman swoon then why the hell not show them off?

"Sorry, Geta, you just look ridiculous when you pout." His hands were hiding in his pockets as he miserably walked about, all though the air of confidence never faltered in his features nor stance. She couldn't resist the need to laugh at his contradicting poise.

"Do not call me that, woman."

Bulma leaned in, hooking her arm in his as she whispered slightly in his ear, "You don't complain when we are alone."

"Well, we are not at the moment so detach yourself from me." He flashed his glinting eyes over to her watching as the flush of rage spread upon her cheeks as she pulled herself away. She was always so easy to get angry and yet so easy to please.

They walked into the, what appeared to be, eighty story high building. Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest as he glanced around feeling quite nervous about all of this. He didn't know what the hell would happen inside the extravagant structure. And it unnerved him not knowing. The woman talked with the female at the front desk, getting directions, while Vegeta eyed everything in the room, making sure no dangers of the press sat around looking for the latest scoop on his mate and why she was at an institution. Vegeta growled at that word. He knew what it meant and he didn't like it one bit.

Bulma turned and saw his eyes dart everywhere. The poor guy probably scared to death. She lightly touched his arm feeling him flinch against her. She knitted her eyes in hurt and confusion but it quickly went away when his eyes found hers, telling her silently that he hadn't meant to do that. She smiled in response, "This way." She gently pulled him along, letting her fingers slid off of his arm, lingering for a moment. It seemed to calm him, relaxing his muscles but not his eyes as they continued to flick this way and that.

They stalled, bringing Vegeta out of his analyzation. He looked at the woman then at the door she was standing before. He knitted his brows, "What floor?" He questioned.

"Fifty-second."

"I will meet you there." He turned on his heel but was caught by her small hand on his arm.

"Where are you going?"

"I am going to fly up."

She smiled at his ignorance, "No, not here. You can't. Only the people that you are meeting today will know of your powers, that's it. You don't want to create a scene do you?" She frowned mentally at his hesitant acceptance. She knew he didn't ride in the elevator at home but that didn't mean she understood why. Seeing him now made her realize that there was definitely an underlying meaning to it.

The door sounded as it opened and Bulma gently led her lover inside, watching as his pupils seemed to dilate as they rolled all around the small room. She could hear his breathing pick up a little as the doors slid shut. Telling the computer what floor they wanted, Bulma leaned back against the metal wall and sighed.

Vegeta felt the thing begin to move. He didn't like this. It was too small. How could earthlings go in these things all the time? He at least had powers. If the electricity failed while one was in the elevator surely they would all die. How could they put their lives in the hands of technology like that?

He breathed heavily through his nose not liking the feeling of the walls getting smaller. He looked over at the onna and she seemed perfectly content. Didn't she see the danger in these things? If a person had a gun, the pathetic defense weapons these humans have that apparently cause a lot of damage, the other occupants would have no chance of getting away. They would be backed against the corner, trying to hide beneath the shadows like a coward hoping that the creatures wouldn't find them. When in reality, you could be seen in complete darkness, just by the fact that there was a lack of other hiding places.

He didn't like this. He wanted to get out. Now. "Woman, open the doors."

"We're not there yet."

Vegeta ground his teeth together. Why was she so calm? Didn't she feel the place getting smaller? Soon they would be crushed. Couldn't she see that? It was so small, why would humans create a room so tiny? What? Did they like not having any room to move? Then they should try staying in the confinements of a cell for days and having men come in and out and do anything they like to you, while all you can do was try and struggle the best you could but in no way having any type of chance at getting away.

"Woman, open the doors."

"Vegeta, we are almost there." Bulma knitted her brows together at seeing his sweaty features. Something was definitely wrong. She pushed herself off the metal wall and cautiously stepped over to him. His chest was heaving in air while he backed himself up against the wall. Bulma slowly placed a hand on his arm, gasping when he flinched sharply away. He was scared? What the hell? Bulma tried again, grabbing his cheeks in her hands as she made his retaliating eyes connect to hers. "Calm down, Vegeta. Tell me what's wrong?"

She felt his jaw tighten beneath her fingers. "I need to get out of here." As if Kami himself knew what was wrong, the doors beeped when they finally stopped at the fifty-second floor. He ripped from her hold rushing out of the elevator.

Bulma was soon to follow having to run to catch up to him, "Vegeta!" She yelled in a low whisper not wanting to cause a scene. Eyes were all ready on them though, all wondering if that was the richest woman in the world. Bulma ignored the nosy humans stepping in front of her panting Sayian, but he growled low snapping his head away, hating himself for looking weak in front of her and crossing his arms in defiance.

He was confused though when he felt her ki rise. Was she mad at him? The tone of her voice proved it, "Why didn't you tell me you were claustrophobic?" She spat, saying that word as if he knew what it meant.

"I do not know your terms, Onna." He growled back never liking when he had to admit his ignorance to their language. Which, just for the record, was entirely stupid occurring to him.

"I would have never made you get on that elevator had I known you were timid of small spaces. You should have told me."

"I am not scared of anything."

"Then what the hell was that about?"

"I will not explain myself." Vegeta huffed, slightly turning his back to her. In that movement dismissed the whole conversation. Bulma gave a frustrated sigh shaking her head, running her small hand through her shiny blue hair.

But when she looked up again, he was greatly surprised at her smile as she stepped to him, slowly touching his cheek, "I'm sorry. I should have known a long time ago. I just ignored the obvious facts. I won't make you go in an elevator ever again."

Vegeta lightened his expression but still scowled, "As if you could make me do anything." He stated smugly.

Bulma giggled kissing his cheek before whispering in his ear, "I could think of a few things." When she pulled back she out right laughed at the small, almost unnoticeable hint of blush across the top part of his cheeks. "Come on, cutie. Let's get you cured." She griped his hand and pulled him to the front desk before letting him yank it away.

Vegeta ignored the conversation the woman was having with the secretary while he looked around, eyeing everything with malice. He didn't want to be here and the pictures on the wall proved all the more that he didn't belong here either. Family pictures hung up with advertisements for, what Vegeta concluded, medicines of some sort. He read the word 'depression' a lot around the room. Including anxiety and other types of concluded illnesses. The only word he did know was anxiety. The woman has it. The first month of their affair he had noticed her hands always shaking. It unnerved him. He had looked it up on the Internet; a weird computer game that the woman seemed so attached to. But he had to admit, it was very informational, not very fun which made him question why it was a game but it was a stupid thought so Vegeta dismissed it.

"Vegeta," He snapped his head to the female, "Come on, they're waiting for you. Since you took so much damn time getting ready."

"If you had not barked like a banshee about my state of dress we wouldn't have been late."

"I was not going to have you show up in public in a spandex outfit and armor."

"Afraid some female would want to steal me away, Onna?"

"I'd pay someone to steal you away. But like all dogs. They return to the ones that feed their hunger. And I don't mean food." She giggled at his glare but winked out of spite. "Come on." He was hesitant, Bulma noticed. His eyes unblinkingly gazed deep into hers as if he was trying to find out why exactly he agreed to this in the first place. She smiled and stood strong and unwavering, allowing him stare as long as he needed, letting him know that she was behind him every step of the way. He sighed through his nose, crossing his arms over his chest but he stepped to her anyway and continued beside her down the hall.

"Why are so many humans here? I thought you had the whole unit, whatever that means, cancel all of their appointments?"

"I did, but there is more then one person in a unit. And that will be explained to you once we get inside." Bulma opened the door for him and smiled as he strutted through with such arrogance and pride. If there was any doubt about him being a Prince, it would be cut short by his air. She closed the door behind her and noticed three men and two females all sitting in large comfy chairs with a mug in their hand and clipboard on their lap.

Vegeta ignored the humans, his eyes instead darting around the room. One desk was pushed back into the corner. Plants were everywhere. A long couch with thick pillows sat in the middle of the large room while the five chairs filled with people were twenty feet away. There were floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city going all along the side of the room. Vegeta didn't stop walking until he was an inch away from them. That was freedom right there. He could just fly out of here right now and forget about these fools that were supposable going to try and help something that wasn't damaged. Vegeta growled in his mind. He was fine. He didn't need any help. The only thing he needed that he would admit was the woman and her brats. That was it.

"Vegeta." His mate's voice rang causing him to reluctantly leave the window and stand by her side. "Ok, Everyone this is Vegeta." Vegeta eyes each of them once over before dropping his gaze.

"Mr. Vegeta, I am Dr. Reshi, I deal with Rape victims." Vegeta picked his eyes up once, meeting the man's shining hazel eyes. He was old, maybe in human's age, probably about fifty. His hair was short and white along with his short beard. Vegeta dropped his gaze again.

"I am Dr. Poji, I specialize in War Veterans." Once again, Vegeta did an inspection of the tall female. She had brown eyes covered with nose rim glasses. Her brown hair swayed at her shoulders. Pretty ordinary, if you ask him.

"I am Dr. Jitu. I decide weather you require medication. I will only be here for today though." Vegeta flashed his eyes up. This woman had short black hair. She was considerably small and chubby.

"I am Dr. Niné. I specialize in every sort of abuse." Vegeta eyed the man. He seemed a little young. Maybe thirty at the most. He had blue eyes and blond hair. Too tall though.

"And I am Dr. Pow. I will be doing a process screening for the next two visits." Black coal darkened as his brows knitted together. Vegeta didn't like that sound of that. The man was his height and had no hair on his head.

"For what?" Vegeta questioned.

"To test your mental state."

Vegeta cocked an eyebrow before it dawned on him exactly what that meant. The boy used the word a lot, causing Vegeta to look it up in the word explainer, also know as the dictionary. "To see if I'm crazy in another words?" He switched his eyes over to the woman who stifled a laugh before throwing his gaze back to the man.

He had a smile on his face and Vegeta had to relay on all of his control not to rip it right off, "If you would like to put it that way. Then yes. Or, I also decide if you are stable enough to live amongst others, even if you're not…crazy." At least the man didn't lie to him and for that, Vegeta just nodded.

He turned to the woman as she put her hand on his arm, "Vegeta, could you please step outside for a moment while I have a talk with them."

"About?"

"I will tell you later. Please?" Her eyes told him he had nothing to worry about so hesitantly he nodded and stepped out of the door, slamming it in response.

He didn't go anywhere though. Instead he stepped a bit close to the door trying to listen in on what the woman was saying in there that must be about him but was denied by sound proof walls. He growled in rebuttal, crossing his arms stubbornly across his chest. His eyes snapped to and fro at the people that walked up and down the hall, some carrying suitcases, others holding papers. But all seemed to care less that he was standing there. That put Vegeta at ease. No one was suspicious as to why he was there, no one cared to think that he had mental problems and needed help. Nope, it was a normal day at the office…

What the hell was taking Bulma so long! Five minutes was surely enough for their little conversation. Should he knock? No, he could go right in, damn it. There were talking about him, he had a right to be inside.

He reached for the doorknob only to have it pulled from his grasp for Bulma opened the door with a large smile, "I figured your patience would have run out by now." Vegeta glared but stepped into the room only to have the woman reach up and kiss his cheek causing him to question her, "I will be outside if you need me."

She's leaving? When had that been the deal? Vegeta grabbed her bicep before she made it out of the door and swung her around. Her eyes were wide in surprise, "Something wrong?" She asked but didn't receive an answer. She knit her brows, staring into his dark eyes, trying to figure out what the problem was.

And then she saw it. Bulma smiled gently, "Want me to stay?" She whispered so the on-lookers wouldn't hear. He gave a slight, firm nod before dropping his hand from her arm. She saw his eyes gaze down at the appendage for a moment, making sure he hadn't damaged her. She smiled inwardly at his caring. He could be such a good man if he wasn't so arrogant. Bulma closed the door and went over to the couch, feeling her lover follow her. She looked over at him as he sat down, a little sweat drop rolled down the side of his cheek. The poor guy was nervous. Bulma could only remember one single time he had been nervous since she knew him. And that was the day of their wedding. Which didn't turn out as bad as she had thought it would.

Bulma leaned over, "Just so you know, I have a protective shield around this entire room so you won't be able to break anything or anyone. That was the only way I could really seal the deal with these people." She smiled as he smirked evilly at the humans sitting across from them. Bulma shook her head at his obvious pride.

Dr. Pow spoke first, "First, and I know we all ready covered this. But for the record. Tell us your name and occupation."

Vegeta didn't hesitate, "I am Vegeta, Sayian no Ouji of a would be kingdom on a has been planet if both had not been destroyed. Any more brilliant question?"