Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Die With Regret ( Chapter 69 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

~~~~~~~```` Chapter Die With Regret

Such An Innocent Face And A Wonderful Person
You Took Her Last Breath And Now She's Missed In This World
An Unforgettable Act, The Worst Possible Thing
Playing The Role Of A God With Another Human Being
Die With Regret, Die Guilty For What You Did

I Know She's Gonna Wait For You In Hell
I Know She's Gonna Save A Place For You In Hell

`` A Perfect Murder



“How long do I have to stay in this bed?” Growled a very grumpy Sayian.


“For a week, Vegeta.”


“A week! I’ve been here for two months!”


“A day and half.”


He snapped his head away, “It feels like two months…” The nurse stepped in the room, “Servant, bring me my son.”


“Mr. Vegeta, we have told you that he cannot come in here. He cannot get out of bed, and neither can you.”


“Then roll him in here.”


“He’s sleeping. And still I am afraid that doctor’s orders are that he is to stay hooked up to the bubble.”


“Why?”


“He is infected, and you know this.”


“Do not speak to me such a way, human.” He smirked at her sudden quiver. Bulma however took his fun away when she instructed the woman to leave.


She swung around to him with crossed arms, mocking him in her movement since he couldn’t move his. “Why must you bother her every time she comes in?”


“They will not tell me anything.”


“Because your health is weak, Vegeta. It will do no good to get agitated.”


“I am already ‘agitated’ and I will not stop until someone tells me what is wrong with the boy.”


Bulma sighed, dejectedly coming over to sit side-saddle on the bed, taking his large hand in hers. “He is allergic to Katchin metal. His human genes, I guess. When it past through his hand, it went straight to the blood system. His arm and hand are now swollen.. The blood clots have put pressure on his heart and lungs so he can’t breath on his own. In such a state, he can’t come in contact with anything that might have germs so they put him in a plastic bubble that reduces the risks..”


“I want to see him.” Vegeta flung the covers off but his woman grabbed his shoulder.


“Vegeta you can’t get up.”


“Watch me.”


“NOnonono. I will get a wheel chair. But you can’t walk. Your heart will give out.”


The pleading of her eyes, and the worry that radiated off her, he turned the other way. “Fine, hurry up.” It was only a minute later that she came back in with a smile on her face, but no wheel chair. A little girl popped out from behind her legs, holding her fists around Bulma’s shirt, shyly. Vegeta lowered his gaze to the small girl, but snapped back up to his woman, barring his teeth at her deceiving methods. Bulma pushed the small one forward and instantly Bra ran to the bed, jumping on the large mattress.


“Hi, daddy.” She hugged him tight.


“Child.”


“First grade is so fun, Daddy. But I don’t like it anymore. Want to know why? Yesterday we had show and tell and I didn’t really have anything to show or anything to tell about. But I needed something or I would get a bad grade. So I punched a hole in the wall cause I know no one can do that like me. But Mrs. Spoon didn’t like that and she send me to the principal. She called mommy but mommy was at the hospital so Miss Waters sended me back to class. Then on the playground a boy came up to me, the older boy from the big classes, started making fun of me and pushed me so I hit him and he flew back, Daddy, and he didn’t get up. They made me go to the principal again and called Mommy but Mommy was at the hospital so they call Aunt Chi-Chi and they come and picked me up. Now I am not allowed to go back to school and--”


“Okay, baby girl. Daddy’s got to get a nap so if you’re not tired…”


“No, mommy, I want to sleep here with daddy.”


“Then you got to stop chatting, honey. Daddy’s tired.” Bra laid out, snuggling in her father’s side while Bulma took off her sandals. She went around the other side, kissing Vegeta’s cheek watching his lids flutter. “Go to sleep, love.”


“Don’t…tell me what to do.” However his stubbornness wasn’t enough to stop the drugs to keep him awake.


Bulma tucked the blankets in kissing her husband and child before stepping across the hall and finding her first born. She slowly walked up, slipping her hands through the plastic into gloves that allowed her to touch her baby without really touching him. His blue eyes looked up at her, her plastic fingers going across his cheek. A smile though ruined by the tube in his mouth was visible. “Are you in pain?” A small nearly unnoticeable shake of his head reassured her. “Your dad is going to come in see in when he wakes, so go to sleep so you’ll be awake for him, okay?” He nodded and instantly his eyes closed.

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It just wasn’t right. His child should be fine. Not lying there so weak and frail inside his protective orbit.


Vegeta panted heavily, his hand inside the glove, afraid to move or touch his son. The pain inside his own body was ignored by him gazing upon his first born. Blood poured down his chest but he was indifferent. His shaking hand slowly landed on his son’s arm and with the power that he had left, he returned the strength that his son had so blindly given to him to save his life.


When all was finished, he collapsed to the floor.

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Bulma cursed her husband for the eighth time that morning. She paced her son’s room, the medics were cleaning Vegeta’s blood that soaked the floor. He just couldn’t wait for her to come back with the damn chair, could he? No he had to go and fuck his healing process. Something was definitely wrong with that man’s priorities.


Okay, maybe not. With the power that Vegeta had given, Trunks’s lungs were no longer being pressed and the tube was allowed to be removed. The swelling in the arm has seriously decreased. Thankfully Trunks was out of danger.


They were operating on her husband this moment, and death was a possibility but Bulma knew better then anything that Vegeta wasn’t going to leave her side this early in life. Nor would he die for no purpose. Still, she was out of her mind with worry.


Apparently the bastard had ripped the tube from his chest, tore off all the wires attached to him and walked to the room, all by himself. Blood followed his path, so thankfully someone noticed it.


She heard her name from behind and knew Vegeta was finally out of the operating room. Now the news would decide their future.

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Nesa stood in the doorway of her ex’s hospital bed where he laid emotionless, dead-like in the plastic bubble that kept him safe. And before him, hand inside the plastic glove, was his new girlfriend. She should leave but she wanted to make sure he was okay, maybe another time. Nesa turned to the hall.


“I know who you are.” The accent of a New Yorker English sounded the deathly silent room, freezing any movement Nesa was thinking of taking. “I knew from the moment you walked in. I was just ignorant of the fact.” Her blond head finally turned away so her brown eyes could see Nesa. “You’re the first.” Slowly Nesa nodded and cautiously made her way up to the bed. Upon seeing his pale face her hand went to touch him but was blocked by the protective bubble. Taylor looked down, her finger going across his cheek. “Trunks neva mentioned yous. But I knew. He was cold for a while. He used women for one puapose. And he had a lot of women. But I knew how unhappy he was. I was the secetary, I knew everything about him. I even knew it was a girl who had made him that way. You hurt him somethin awful. And I can assume it has somethin to do with that baby.” She stalled, her fingers reaching up to brush away his lavender locks. “It’s not his, right?“ The question filled with dread. But with a little whisper her head fell to her arm in her relief. “I love him, I want yous to know that. I love him more then I thought I could. And I think I take care of him pretty well. So just so ya know, he’s in good hands.”


“It’s good to know.”


“But he doesn’t love me.”


Nesa snapped her eyes over to the female who secretly wiped a tear from her cheek. “How do you know?”


“I know. Or it wouldn’t hurt so much when I’m with him.” Her hand retraced from the glove, and she slowly stood to face Nesa straight on, “When he is betta, I’m goin back to New Yoak, with or without him. So fix whatevea is between you, so either he can move on, or I can.” Taylor walked from the room not once looking back.


Nesa looked over her, confused but impressed nonetheless. She moved her hands into the gloves, touching Trunks’ arm and cheek, “You got a good girl there, baby.”


His head moved. Nesa smiled watching his eyes flutter, his mouth contracting now that there was no tube stuck in his throat, “Hmmm…” He groaned.


“Trunks, wake up, baby.”


“Hmm…Ty…Is that you…” Nesa closed her eyes at the sudden ache of her heart feeling it tear apart. “Nesa.” His voice reached her ears slowly calming her pain. Pulling back the tears she opened her lids and smiled. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He whispered tiredly.


“Nothing. I’m just glad you’re okay.”


“I’m glad you’re okay too.”


“When do you get out of this cage?”


“Few more hours. But I like it here.” His voice suddenly dropped of innocence, and his faced turned from hers. “I don’t want to come out.”


“Trunks--”


“I want to sleep.” He pushed the bottom on his medication and within seconds he was out.