Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Needle and Thread ( Chapter 51 )

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Glad you like it, but I do have to say I'm sorry to the fact of the spelling. My computer no longer allows me to use word prosessor, so now I continue on Word Pad which allows no clues to the words I spell wrong. I am trying to fix the problem but I just don't have time to do so. I apologize.

Bulma tries to fix both of her men

Hey, an add on, my computer has been taken from me, what I am using now does not have my stories on it, so I don't know when I will get it back, but by friday I should have it back, I'm sorry, I know it sucks.

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.17.2005 | Updated On: 05.01.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Completed

~~~~~~~~````Chapter-- Needle and Thread

Heres the needle and thread
To mend your broken heart ------Lit

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Veg eta glared at her from his lying form on the most uncomfortably bed in the world. He allowed her to hold his hand only for this moment when they were alone. She leaned down and kissed his angry lips softly, “It’s only going to take a half an hour.” She reassured stroking his cheek. “I will be right out that window so if ever you feel like your getting claustrophobic just look at me, Okay?”

“For the thousandths time woman I heard you.” He growled.

“Don’t be so mad with me, idiot! If you just were constant with your damn medication you wouldn’t be having this problem! Am I going to have to watch you like a baby now, Vegeta!”

“Quiet that damn mouth of yours. That annoying noise you make echoes in here.”

“Sorry!”

Vegeta winced, for moment thinking his ears were bleeding. The woman had a set of lungs on her damn it. However, he thought with a smirk. She could have a rather pleasant loud voice when…Better to not think of it now. He couldn’t react upon it. He yanked his hand from her, having nothing else to say now that she apologized even if it was meant to be bitchy. She scoffed and stomped away, his eyes following her all the way to the door. Why was she leaving now? He almost called her back but zipped his mouth shut. He cringed again when the door slammed.

“All right.” A male voice came on the intercom. “We are going to put you in now. Please stay still as much as you can.”

Vegeta other hand gripped the little stuffed fish his daughter had given him when the table suddenly began to slide slowly back into the tube. His heart pounded in his chest, breathing came hard through his nose. He clinched his teeth to keep himself from getting out of the little half dome. It stopped it’s backward descent. Vegeta eyes darted around the white round ceiling, but soon falling to his feet where he reassured himself that there was a clean exit. No reason to panic.

He didn’t like this. His nerves jumped when a generator started and lights on the ceiling began to click on one by one. How did he get stuck in a position like this? Why did he even agree to it? No, he wanted out. He had to get out.

“Mr. Briefs, you need to calm down.” The doctor spoke over the intercom. “Your heart is going to fast. Breath for me.”

Vegeta had half the nerve to tell the man to go to hell and blast this thing above him but then he heard the door open and a hand touched his knee. “Vegeta.” His mate. His eyes shut at the sound of her voice and his breathing began to slow. “They can’t start unless you're ready, so you have to calm down.”

Vegeta clenched his fists to keep him from responding. Why doesn’t she try being in here and then tell him to calm down! He had no way out, his nose was only five inches from touching the ceiling! Whoever made this stupid contraption needs to be shot!

However her hand still rested on his knee, he said nothing of which he wished to say. “Vegeta.” Her voice now hard and demanding. “We have gone through this four times, you are not getting out of here this time!” She yelled on purpose, Vegeta winced wanting to hurry to cover his ears however his hands were locked down to his side. She had done this so he wouldn’t blow it up like the other four.

It wasn’t his fault! She shouldn’t have expected him to be okay in a two foot high little hole! “All righty, Vegeta, they’re starting it now. And once they start it will last a half an hour. And since you wouldn’t let me give you a tranquilizer, suffer!” He kept his chuckle at bay, hearing her retreat once again. Why did she have to leave? Why couldn’t she stay here? It was as though she sensed something else was wrong, the door never closed. “I can stay if you want?” She questioned as if he would really respond to her. “I’ll stay.” She answered shutting the door. “Never mind the fact that I have a life to get back too and am destroying it for you! Let me just stay and watch you lie there in your misery that will surely brighten up my day.” Vegeta took satisfaction in her suffering, however secretly knowing she was doing it for him instead of what she claimed. He felt her hand upon his lower knee. The machine ticked, annoyingly almost deadly annoying but he kept his power at bay, closing his eyes and envisioning his female. “So supposedly, Nesa stopped breast feeding considering she isn’t healthy anymore. What the hell are we going to do with her Vegeta? Should we help her? I hate the bitch but I can’t allow her to die. That would forever be on Trunks’s conscious. I don’t care really. The bitch should go to hell but the press is getting on my case. It might be for the good of the company if I take her under my wing sort of speak. Do you think Trunks would get mad? I don’t know since I haven’t talked to him in a week and a half. I thought you said he was going to call me, Vegeta, what happened to that?”

Vegeta’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. Oh, damn him to hell, he should have taken the fucking tranquilizer! The woman was doing this on purpose, she just had to be! He was suffering enough, did she really need to add to it, the damn bitch! Oh, when he gets out of here she is going to pay for this! No sex for a week! And he is going to seduce her to the extent where she begs for it and he is going to just walk away ignoring her cries for release! Just watch him! He has control!

She’s still talking. Vegeta was tempted to shake his head but knew he couldn’t. Why had he agreed to this?

So what he had given her second degree burns on her hands, shoulders, and lips! She deserved it for staying when his head did what ever the hell it did. That’s why they were here. The woman wanted to make sure nothing was in his head. And this stupid machine would be able to know that? He’ll believe it when he sees it.

She stopped. Why had she stopped? Vegeta’s eyes sunk to his feet, finding her hand still upon him. He wanted to question her, finding her silence deafening. But then again, why get her talking? Enjoy the moment of silence no matter how eerier it is.

“Trunks is here.” He heard her whisper, her fingers curling against his bare leg. “I’ll be right back.” Vegeta frowned feeling her go. Now what was he to muse himself with?

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Bulma shut the door behind her, eyes never leaving her son’s. He smiled softly at her, staying only two feet away. He chuckled however, when she threw herself in his arms, wrapping her own around his shoulders. He leaned down to bury his head in her neck and hair, taking her missed motherly scent, closing his eyes at the reassurance he felt in her smell. He had missed her deeply, holding her tighter to him while her own hands fisted around his shirt. He felt her shake, and sadly realized she was crying. He smiled gently, whispering, “It’s OK, mom. You knew I’d come back.”

“I was just so worried about you.” His lavender brows knit at her pain filled voice. Never had he thought his absence would effect her like this. “I missed you so much.”

“I just came back to see what was happening. I felt Dad’s ki dropped, I got worried.”

Bulma reluctantly pulled away, keeping one hand attached to him, as if making sure he didn’t run away while she wiped her tears from her cheeks. She grasped his hand bringing him over to the viewing glass watching his face when he saw the huge machine that encircled his father leaving only his bare feet out. “Your father has been having pain in his head since Friday. He’s had nine attacks.”

“What causes them?”

“Unknown. He could be eating, sleeping, training, yelling, when he suddenly grabs his head. The pain is so intense that I can even feel it. I think it has something to do with him not taking his medication everyday but it’s been going on for five days and he’s been good about it so now I really don’t know. I finally got him to do some testing. This is our fourth try with the MRI. I want to see if a chip or something is in his head before I do other testing. But the ass.” She sighed with a smile, “I owe a million dollars for the other machines.” Trunks laughed shaking his head. But it was the feeling of his mother’s eyes that made him stop and glance over at her, meeting her blue orbs. “You don’t look good.” She whispered sadly, moving a lavender hair from his forehead.

Trunks smiled despondently, shaking his head, turning his eyes back to his father, “Honestly, Mom, I don’t feel so good.”

“Then come home. Let me take care of you.”

“I’m not ready to face people yet. I’m still trying to swallow my shame.”

“Oh honey you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Yes, I do. I’m seventeen years old. I’m married. And my wife made me believe it was my kid she was having when truly she cheated on me. Do you know how humiliating that is? I feel like such an idiot. But what gets me the most is that no matter how many times I think about it and how many times I tell myself that I hate her, I just can’t. I hate her like I never thought I possibly could hate anyone. And yet I miss her, I want to be with her. I still love her.”

“That’s normal, sweetie. You can’t control who you hate and love no matter what. But you can control on what you do about it. You have two options, but you can only pick one. The first, you ignore there ever was a problem and just go on with your life, tell yourself you don’t care and continuously look away. Or you deal with it and confront Nesa. Either way, it’s going to take a lot of time to heal. Pace yourself is all I ask. You can't expect that this will all go away, Trunks. Time will heal your heart and you'll find yourself regretting that you never did anything now. Don't loath yourself for something that you couldn't see. Don't blame yourself for loving, when loving is the most incredible thing.”

“Can’t I hate her just a little longer?”

“You can do whatever you want. However, I know that hating her is making the pain ease just a bit but I know I raised you better then that. Nesa’s sick. She’s dying Trunks. She won’t eat, she doesn’t sleep. She’s yet to come out of the hospital. You can continue hating her for the rest of your life. But that doesn’t mean you have to stop caring too. ”

“I’m not ready to face her.” He turned his head from her to secretly wipe his fallen tear away. Bulma smiled stepping before him, just now noticing how skinny he has gotten. She cupped his cheeks in her palms and leaned up to kiss his nose just to reassure him that she wasn’t going to leave him. He smiled and quickly embraced her again, sighing in her soft hair. “Can you talk to her for me, please? Just tell her to stop being so weak. Don’t tell her about me. Don’t mention me at all.”

“Do you really want me to get involved?”

“Not with what is between us. Just with her health. She’s got a baby now.”

“OH, Kami, Trunks you have grown up so much.” Bulma tightened her grasp on her son refusing to let him go.

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“So there’s nothing?”

The doctor turned to the x-rays that hung before a white back round. He pointed to one spot, “Besides the small piece of scrap metal lying comfortable and disturbing nothing in the back of his brain, there’s nothing. Nothing that would cause pain as he says he’s experiencing.”

Bulma looked over at her lover who stood depressingly and pouting against the far wall, his head down, eyes averted to the opposite room, hearing every word however thinking nothing of it. Bulma sighed, “Now that we know it wasn't the medication, what can we go on now?"

“Exam him thoroughly. That’s really all I can suggest. There has to be something, we know that. But it can be a number of things. The brain is very sensitive to so many things. If it doesn’t like something it will certainly tell you. There is something that he is doing that his brain doesn’t want him to do. Do tests. Watch his every move.”

“You make it sound so easy. Vegeta is not the most cooperative man in the world.” She smiled spitely over at her lover who still ignored her.

“Maybe it is the medication. We need to remember he is alien, and drugs can cause different problems then with any human.”

“I can’t take him off of them.”

“I understand that.”

“You think maybe another kind of medication might help?”

“What type?”

“I don’t know, migraine drugs?”

“No. those kind of drugs won’t help him. His blood is too thick for a weak stimulant like that to work. Besides, these pains he’s having come in flashes. They come and go in less then two minutes.

“So, I’m what? Supposed to let him suffer?”

“Mrs. Briefs, there is nothing that I can do for him. Not without the proper information. We need to do a series of tests.”

Bulma dug her hands in her hair, nodding before gently stomping her way to Vegeta. She stared at the floor for a few minutes before lifting her eyes, “Vegeta?” He didn’t respond. “Do what you want.” the only way to get him to leave without throwing a fit about her ordering him to. He took the opportunity willingly, jumping out of the open window. Bulma turned to the doctor who was more familiar with Vegeta’s blood then even she was. He was the one that had done the medications for him. “Tell me what you think.”

“Mrs. Briefs--”

“Off the record.”

“I want to take out that scrape metal. Look at it.” He turned to the picture again, circling it with his pen. “It’s a perfect circle. I’ve never seen anything like it. I think it might be something.”

“Vegeta will never go for surgery.”

“I figured. So we’ll do the tests. We’ll watch his every move, chart every brain wave. And hopefully that will be enough. But if all options run out. The object just might be the problem.” Bulma nodded and thanked him before leaving with a very heavy heart.

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