Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Let the Games Begin ❯ Like family ( Chapter 2 )

Vegeta erupted from his nightmares, to a bloodcurdling scream. `What the Hell?'

He sensed the ki nearby.

"The woman….."

Outside C.C…..

He wrapped his arm around her neck this time, keeping her in a choking headlock.

"Seems like you enjoy torture, well….I have a few enticing ideas of my own….-

Bulma then heard the man's voice muffle, suddenly she felt blood splatter all over her face and neck. Her vision now red, she quickly began noticing her feet lifting off the ground…WAY…off the ground. She began to cry……clearly disoriented….. `What is happening?'

Just as suddenly as she was in the sky, she was now hurtling for the cement sidewalk.

Except, the next thing she knew, she felt…….skin? She peaked her eyes open, and to her complete shock, she saw the chiseled face of the Saiyan, and…….she blacked out.

Moments later….

A moment of panic set on Vegeta's mind as he layed Bulma onto her bed . `Why is she not awake? Is she alive?' He pressed his ear to her chest, and passed his index finger beneath her nose. `She must have fainted'...... "Puny, defenseless human, it was just a silly mugging." He grimaced.

"What's this?" he reached out for her left arm . `She is cut, but not too deeply. Probably no serious blood loss.'He thought. He then remembered the large white box, with a red cross, he had seen many times in the Briefs' laboratory. Vegeta speedily retrieved the box, and opened it carefully on Bulma's nightstand. He sat himself on the left side of the bed, and delicately laid her arm over his lap. He lightly growled about the cut that now marred her skin. Gently, he pressed an alcohol soaked cotton ball onto the wound, and cleaned up all the blood. He then rolled out, and wrapped a sterilized bandage around the gash. Vegeta got up quickly and looked her over. Her hair lay splayed over the pillows, and her dress was drenched in a pungent, yellow-green liquid, and her face was caked with dried blood. `The blood of the puny mugger no doubt.' He thought, his frown deepening. `Shit'

Thinking quickly, he grabbed the box and pulled out a pair of scissors. He then positioned himself over Bulma's legs and began snipping off her $600 dress. Once removed, he strode into her bathroom and began to run a bath.

Upon his return, he took a good look at her. A childlike blush began to rise onto his cheeks and he quickly composed himself with a grunt. Deliberating as to whether he should cut off the bra and underwear to bathe her, he quickly decided `She'll just have to get bathed in her undies'. He swiftly cradled her into his arms, and led her to her own bathroom.

Vegeta dipped Bulma into the warm bath water, and let her go so that he could remove his gloves. `Don't want those getting soaked.' He thought.

Placing the gloves by the sink, he turned to Bulma.

"SHIT!" exclaimed Vegeta, when he saw Bulma's dead weight drowning her in the bath water.

Vegeta dashed over, and yanked her out. Once again making sure she was still alive.

She was.

Bulma was still out in space, and her head hung low onto the hand Vegeta held her up with. For the first time, Vegeta felt her hair and skin with his bare hands, as the blue strands swished and laced around his arm. He moved his hand under her chin, and carefully began to cleanse her face.

He spent about 20 minutes meticulously trying to avoid to much skin to skin contact while cleaning off the stench of blood and vomit caked on her body and hair, before wrapping her up in two fluffy towels.

He stretched her out onto her bed and quickly began to look through her drawers for something to clothe her. After ten minutes of raiding her closet and drawers, he found a nice, buttoned down nighty. He padded over to her and slowly slid her arms into the long sleeves, and as gently as Vegeta possibly could. He buttoned it up, and tucked her into the comforter.

He took a glance at the clock on the nightstand and noticed it was extremely late. `Great….nearly an hour of training wasted on the woman.' Without much thought, he stood there, staring at her. `Unfortunate little female….Why was she walking home so late? Isn't she supposed to be a scientific prodigy?' He then looked down at the silky pieces of the former dress. `Where did that vomit come from? Is it hers?'

Vegeta gingerly picked up the repulsive cloth and inhaled the old stench. `It's not her vomit. It must be that buffoon's……' Vegeta's eyes narrowed into slits, and he deftly threw the cloth into a nearby trash can as he stomped out of Bulma's room. `Time for my own rest' he thought, as he closed the door to her bedroom.

The next morning…..

Bulma woke up in a sleepy haze, with her vision blurred by the rising sun, she instinctively rubbed her eyes. `Ugh…what happened?' she looked down at her appearance, and noticed that her room was turned upside down.

"What the Hell happened?" it then hit her…the bar, the vomit, the blood red vision, the sudden flight into the sky…..Vegeta. `He saved me.' She recoiled in utter stillness and shock. Unconsciously, she strode over to her window and pressed her face against the glass. The gravity room was on. "Thank you.." she silently mouthed onto the window pain, forming a fog of breath.