Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Obsession ❯ An Accident ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Orange beams of shimmering light intermingled with canary yellow and fiery red. They filtered through the paneled windows of the lighthouse, that acted as walls for the cylindrical tower.


The faint roar of the salty sea could be heard as the gentle breeze of the morning, tossed the waves against the rocky island of the lighthouse, with a dull crashing sound following from the impact. Seagulls squalled as some dove down to rest upon the glimmering sea and others sat merrily, bobbing along and letting the current of the gentle rolling waves guide them.


But the sleeping couple on the army cot bed, were oblivious to the sounds.


Bulma flinched as the rays directly shone upon her eyes. She felt as groggy as she must have looked. Her head was pounding and her body felt sore and ached with a harsh burning sensation. It had felt as though she had been partaking in a five mile marathon.


She shifted gently in the hard bed, and winced as she felt the joints of her bones creak like an un-oiled door that was rusting at its hinges. She clutched the crisp and stiff sheet to her chest, rolling over and turning onto her side. Her body screamed bloody murder at the movement and she almost growled from the unrecognizable pain.


She was going to have to remind her father to put special blinds up on her bedroom window. The sun always woke her up too early... Bulma felt her bare body brush against something soft and warm.


It was then that she noticed the heavy arm that was draped around her waist.


She gasped quietly as her eyes flew open. She found herself staring into the face of a seemingly peaceful and sleeping Saiyan Prince.


The memories of the previous night flew into her mind.


How could she have forgotten such a thing?


Choking back a strangled cry, she fearfully looked at the sleeping face of the prince and felt hot tears come to her eyes. He looked so calm when he slept... She had never seen Vegeta sleeping properly before, if she discounted his coma, where his face had been a blank mask.


The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest was lulling Bulma back to sleep in his arms, forcing her to embrace the cloudy blanket of sleep. She moaned silently and forced herself to pry her eyes open at the realization that she had slept with Vegeta... Vegeta!


Upon gazing at his calm face, Bulma concluded that he must be a heavy sleeper to not acknowledge her shifting movements. Another moment was wasted as she let her eyes rove the contours of his smooth face, no longer creased from the forced lines of scowls or glares.


She wanted to remember him this way, forever. She didn't want to forget the image of the peaceful man that lay beside her. His stern and aristocratic nose, strong eyebrows and firm yet satisfied mouth would leave a lasting impression on her mind. This was the way she wanted to remember him.


A fear gripped her soul and she knew she couldn't confront him. Not after the previous night. The fear was from knowing that he would ultimately hurt her and discard her as nothing but a sex toy. And, she didn't think she could handle that.


Allowing a sad smile to flit across her face, she lightly kissed the proud Prince's cheek, for she knew that she would never be able to do so again. Yes... This was how she would remember him, for she knew he had only used her.


But the question that was brought into Bulma's mind was, did she use him as well? Didn't that discount what he had done to her? She closed her eyes for a moment, knowing that she hadn't used him, but the uncertainty was still there. The revelation brought a bitter to her eye.


Taking a deep breath, she slowly but gently pushed away his arm that was wound around her waist. It held felt so comforting... So right. Shaking her head, she rose quietly from the bed.


All the while in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but feel utterly and bitterly dejected. He had simply toyed with her for one night and she was certain that he would resume being his former arrogant self.


She couldn't bear to be here when he would wake up from his peaceful slumber and gloat in her face and... Leave. She was afraid he was going to leave her here, naked, alone and afraid. Afraid of the future.


Bulma allowed herself to feel the only emotion that wouldn't cause her pain. Anger. She snarled silently as she walked around the rounded room of the top floor in the lighthouse. She wasn't going to let him have the last laugh!


She was going to be the one to leave him and cause him pain before he caused her to face the heartache of reality, not the other way around! She would be no one's fool, especially the Saiyan Prince's.


Picking up her discarded underwear, she roughly stepped into it. As she bent to retrieve her clothes at the foot of the bed, tangled strands of azure hair fell over her eyes and blinded her from what was happening around her.


Bulma gasped as a muscular arm wrapped around her bare midriff, pulling her up as she clutched her clothes to her chest. She froze and suppressed a shiver of delight as her back came into contact with hard and warm abdominal muscles. He had such soft skin for someone who had committed such horrible atrocities...


"Where do you think you are going?" Vegeta asked in a low voice against the back of her ear.


He had been awoken to the soft sounds of the woman shifting in her bed. A smirk had almost graced his face as she pressed her pouted cherry lips against his cheek. It was a gesture that Vegeta had never known would cause his stomach to tighten in anticipation, such chastity oozed from the single kiss that his knees almost trembled.


It had almost made him angry to feel such things. So after the kiss, he had opened his eyes only to find hers shut, a thoughtful expression on her face. He could not bring himself to shake her awake and demand an explanation for the kiss.


So many emotions had skirted across her cherub face that he couldn't place all of them. As he had watched her eyes shift, he closed his own momentarily and lay still. Then he felt her remove his arm from her waist and leave the warm yet uncomfortable bed.


He was slightly disappointed by her sudden disappearance because even though the bed had been uncomfortable, just to be able to lay upon it with her brought him a strange sensation of comfort and peace. Vegeta had not known such peace in a long time... Since he was a young boy in his mother's company.


He opened his eyes and had watched her place on her underwear at lightning speed. She had been heading towards the pile of clothes at the end of the bed, when Vegeta could not hold himself back any longer.


He did not like the idea that she had awoken before him. He would have preferred her to be by his side, but some things were just unobtainable, even for a prince.


He smirked into her untamed and tangled hair as he recalled the night's events. Those moments were now part of his photographic memory and he knew that they would never fade.


She had been everything and much more than he could have ever anticipated in his wildest dreams and now, she was his. The devious smirk widened as he reveled in the notion of telling her weakling ex-mate of the interesting feats that had occurred between himself and the woman. It would certainly cause the little weakling a heart-attack.


Bulma stiffened as she felt him smirk into her hair. She had misinterpreted it and felt that he thought he could get another round with her in the sack and then toss her to the side!


Her temper came out full force and she lashed out like a wailing banshee. Snarling, she drew her hand back and brought it down upon the arm that was around her waist. She sunk her nails into his arm and lashed them roughly against his skin in one swift and solid motion.


The marks ripped through his taut skin and she could see the small drops of blood ooze from the gash in his arm. Bulma realized that he must have had his guard lowered, for such an act shouldn't have caused him that much damage. In fact, it should have been her nails that needed to feel the damage, not his arm.


Vegeta started and abruptly loosened his hold on her. He growled like a wary lion and pushed her away as if she were a poisonous serpent. He looked down in surprise at the blood that oozed from the cut in his arm. The sudden change in the woman's attitude had startled him and brought about his survival instincts, as well as his anger.


"What the hell was that for?" He barked through gritted teeth, drawing his lips back into a sneer as he gazed angrily at his arm.


A murderous look rolled across his face like the thunderous clouds of the storm that had taken place the night before. She had better have a damn good reason for these hellish antics, or he was going to have to find a way to tame her fiery temper.


He frowned at the cold and aloof gaze she was directing towards him. Icy fingers gripped at Vegeta's heart and warning bells began to blare in his mind as he interpreted the look she gave him.


It was beyond emotionless... It was indifferent.


That was the worst possible reaction he could have expected from her. Bulma thrived on her emotions, whether it was happiness, sadness or anger. But the cold indifference he was seeing from her was far from what he had expected.


"Stay the hell away from me," she hissed, whispering calmly.


His own anger displaced any other feelings trying to surge their way up. "You did not seem to mind it so much last night, when I was fucking you!" He snapped, crossing his arms over his bare chest. Vegeta apparently hadn't learned of the subtle way to name 'fucking' as sex or making love. For if he knew it were a vulgar term, he wouldn't have said it.


She snorted. Of course that was all it was to him... A good fuck. Bulma winced inwardly at his crude words and took a deep breath. She knew that if she wanted a clean break from the prince, she would have to hurt him with the one thing he prided himself on. His ego.


A cold sneer fell across her soft features and she advanced upon him, looking up into his eyes with a hatred Vegeta had never seen before.


Sometimes he wondered how a woman with such smooth features could harbor such devilish and evil looks. Very much like himself.


"Last night meant nothing to me, as I'm sure it meant nothing it you. It would be in both our interests to forget that this ever happened," she said quietly as she peered up into his stony face. Her insides were trembling but she held her ground against the frighteningly silent Saiyan.


The icy fingers around Vegeta's heart squeezed tightly at the sound of her voice and words. She thought that the previous night meant nothing?! He glared at her as they stood inches apart, their body heat radiating off one another as fiery blue eyes clashed with cold ebony orbs.


A cruel smirk lanced his face, "Well, you certainly turned out to be quite the little whore. Didn't you?"


She gasped in shock at she heard harsh words. She knew it! She knew he didn't give a shit about anything that happened between them. Well if he wasn't going to care, than neither was she! She was not about to sit around like a blubbering idiot, waiting for him to accept her. Offended by his words, she drew her hand back to deliver a blow upon cheek.


But her outstretched hand never reached his cheek.


She cried out in pain as he grabbed her wrist and with an expert motion, twisted it roughly behind her back, holding her pinned against his chest. She whimpered as he pulled her arm tightly behind her back and glared into her fearful eyes.


Vegeta was beyond the point of caring at that moment. He didn't care if she was in pain. Let her feel the same pain he felt that was strangely forming in his heart. Yet something held him back from truly hurting her and he simply kept her arm twisted tightly behind her back.


Bulma shrieked indignantly and drew her other arm back to hit him in the face. That hand too was abruptly caught and pinned to her side. She struggled fitfully against him, never once uttering a wail or scream. Instead, only small and bitter whimpers came from her mouth.


He lowered his head to speak into her ear. "What's the matter whore, don't like the treatment you are receiving?" He hissed into her ear and once again tugged at her arm, causing her to yelp in pain. "Funny," he continued, "It certainly seems fitting for a whore such as yourself."


Bulma could feel her heart ache at the words she felt that were about to spill from her mouth. She didn't want to say them, but she knew she would have to if she wanted save herself any heartbreak from Vegeta's current rejection.


Fear was irrelevant to her at that moment for she allowed herself to be blinded with such a fiery rage. It was the first time she allowed herself to become engulfed in such an overwhelming cloud of animosity. If she wanted him to let go of her, she knew she would have to say something. And so, Bulma let her poisonous tongue lash out again.


"Let go of me!" She screamed, "It's not as if you were even half as good as Yamcha. You were just his substitute and a pathetic one at that. I'm glad that I never have to sleep with your worthless carcass again, for I would be physically sick if I had to! Now let go of me!!" She grounded out through gritted teeth as a pool of tears formed in her eyes.


They were tears of frustration at the lies she had just spat out. How could she even compare him to Yamcha? Vegeta had been so much more... When he had taken her last night, he had taken a part of her soul and it was strangely something that Yamcha had never done.


She had loved him from the depths of her soul, but he had never managed to grasp a part of her that the Saiyan Prince had.


As soon as the words had left her mouth and she observed Vegeta's reaction... She felt a pang of guilt course through her. His face had fallen for a millisecond before a malicious look plundered across his face. She never should have brought her former boyfriend into this.


The momentary look of pain, followed by the hatred was enough for Bulma to realize she had made a grave mistake. A mistake that would have a series of repercussions that would change her life.


She whispered urgently to him as she looked up into his hollow eyes regretfully. "I-I'm sorry Vegeta... I didn't mean to say that..."


Her words had stung.


More than she could have ever imagined.


Vegeta wanted to howl with rage. He truly wanted to cause her physical harm, but he was even disgusted to touch her anymore. She had dared to compare him with her weakling ex-mate? Such an insult was far beyond the comprehension of the proud prince.


He could feel such a strange and sickening sensation in the left side of his chest. Could this be what humans described as a broken heart? Did humans' hearts truly break like this? He was so confused, and he didn't like the sick churning of his stomach. He sensed an odd, bitter bile rise in his throat.


This was not the type of woman he wanted to mate with. He had been such a fool to think of her in such a way.


What confused him even more was the remorse she held in her blue orbs. She was sorry for what she said?!


Completely confused, he pushed her back away from him as though she were an infectious disease. "Leave. Before I change my mind and blast you to the next dimension." He snapped quietly and turned away from her, unable to bring himself to even look upon her lustrous body. Vegeta stared at the calm sea below the lighthouse and forced his face to remain expressionless, letting the gentle movements of the lake soothe his inner rage.


Bulma choked back a sob and did not even bother to put her clothes on. She scurried towards the spiral stair case and ran down them, not looking back once.


Once on the ground floor of the lighthouse, she threw on the remainder of her clothes and bolted out of the door. She didn't want to spend a single moment longer with Vegeta. She feared his quiet dismissal of her was more deadly than if he had ranted and raved at her.


She grabbed a transport capsule from her belt and threw it onto the ground. The smoke cleared to reveal a small and sleek hover car. She would use it to travel back to the pier and retrieve her motorcycle.



Vegeta grimly watched the woman fly towards the pier. He saw her run down the long wooden pier towards her bike and mount it quickly. Even at such a great distance, he could see fresh tears glistening in her eyes as she revved her engine and guide the bike away from the pier at an incredible speed.


She didn't even notice the many people staring at her tears and disheveled appearance. He angrily wondered why she would even bother to cry. It was then that realization dawned on him and he concluded the tears to be that of regret for ever having been with a monster like him.


What had he thought she would do? Accept him for who he was?


He snorted at the trivial idea and discarded it. He felt such an intense anger towards her, to the brink to revulsion. She had compared him to her ex-mate and such comments were unforgivable. She certainly didn't seem to mind his touch the night before! So what had gotten into her all of a sudden?


The walls that were glass windows began to tremble and shake and he realized he was involuntarily powering up. Vegeta didn't bother to control his ki and from the disgust and anger he felt, he exploded into a blinding blue light of fury and pain.


The pain he felt, was knowing that he still wanted the idiotic woman.


Since when had the proud prince been reduced to such a sniveling ball of fluff?! He was a mighty warrior, and he didn't give a damn about what a pathetic earthling woman thought of him.


He would make her suffer! He would make her pay! He would never feel anything towards her, or let her feminine charms cloud his judgment. He stood alone and so it shall remain. Vegeta didn't need a mate like Kakarott, he would be fine... All on his own.


The energetic and fiery ki shone brightly around him and he let it expand further, until it was pressing up against the window walls of the lighthouse. He roared and clenched his fists tightly, letting his pain and anger override his common sense.


In a blinding flash of light, the window walls shattered at the inability to withstand the Saiyan Prince's remarkable ki.


As Vegeta growled and roared, powering up, he felt his heart turn to stone for the second time in his long and arduous life.


The intensity of his shooting ki, flickered on the brink of a deep well of power... His hidden power. But before he could tap into that well, his rising ki flickered and he crumpled to the ground, unconscious from the power shortage his ki had been subjected to.


For a single moment, he had felt the power of a Super Saiyan.





"Look, I fly!"

A chubby three year-old prince crowed as he expertly zipped through and past the sand dunes that surrounded the imperial palace of Vejita-sei. His verbal skills were still lacking in grammatical correction, but what could one expect from a three year-old?

A tall, muscular woman chuckled joyously at her son's progress. Her coffee colored eyes sparkled against the light of the red sun and she covered her eyes as she gaze up at her flying son.

He flew in circles beneath the lavender sky, growling as he almost lost control of himself. Her shoulders shook as she suppressed a chuckle. The jagged dark spikes of her hair, cascaded down to her back and shimmered from the rays of the sun.

"Vegeta! Come down before you lose what little power you have," she cried as though almost insinuating an insult, her voice echoing around them.

"Mother!" He squeaked indignantly, as though he were insulted at his mother's lack of belief in himself.

Exhaustion reigned upon him and he floated down in front his mother and father. Five hours of continuous flight would do that to a mere child. A Saiyan child. He sent them a proud smirk, indicating his success.

"You show promise, boy." His father gruffly announced.

Although the small boy was beaming on the inside from his father's comments, his face remained impassive on the surface.

"You'll be a fine Super Saiyan, Vegeta." His mother commented softly, placing a hand upon the pointed spikes of his flamed hair.

Although only three years of age, he completely understood what it meant and nodded to his mother. He frowned slightly as she bent in front of his, clutching his shoulders.

"Vegeta," she sighed sadly. "I have to go now."

"Again? Where?" He asked, almost pouting.

"Away... Your father will take care of you," his mother sent a knowing glance to his father who simply nodded.

"Can't I come?" He questioned, thinking it was one of her many usual trips to foreign planets. Normally, he would have been allowed to join her.

The young queen shook her head at her son's question. "You must stay here and protect our planet," she stated wisely as though he really would protect the warrior planet.

The young boy nodded reluctantly.

She smiled, her jeweled armor twinkling in the rays of sun. Bending down, she brought the tip of her index finger to his button nose and tapped it lightly, a sign of affection towards offspring in Saiyan culture.

He was lucky to have known his mother, most Saiyan babies were taken away from their families, but the system was different for royalty.

She stood up straight, gracefully turning to her mate, "This creature Frieza seems dangerous, love," she said softly, with another term of endearment only directed towards bonded mates. "I will return shortly from their parliamentary meeting, until then make sure everything runs smoothly here on Vejita-sei."

The King nodded. It had been Saiyan custom for the Queen to deal with matters of negotiations and the rudiments of parliament. Hence it was one of the many reasons for the 'talks' that Saiyan women, ideally the Queen and her entourage, dealt with diplomacy.

The King simply attended to the elementary running of the soldiers in the growing army although he did occasionally dapple in diplomacy.

She smiled and gestured towards her family to follow her into the palace.

It was the last time they had eaten a Saiyan dinner, feast together, the last time that Vegeta had ever seen his father in an agreeable mood, the last time that the young child had laughed and the final time he had allowed himself to feel safe and loved.

Three weeks later, a message had been sent to inform the King of Vejita-sei of the death of his mate and Queen of Vejita-sei.





The hot, steaming tears brimmed in her eyes, blurring her vision of the traffic she was weaving in and out of. City business men and women were resuming their nine to five jobs and beginning another dull day in the cycle of life.


Bulma herself would have been apart of the many worker's cycle, but today she had no intention to. She would be wallowing herself in her own self- pity and be berating herself for her harshness towards the Saiyan Prince.


Her hair flew back as she pulled onto the highway leading back to the center of Satan City, towards her home. Her momentary sanctuary from the man she had unbelievably hurt.


But he had deserved it, hadn't he? For he would only have thrown her away once he had his fill of her. It was another reason that Bulma feared men. She was afraid they would use, abuse and discard her. It was another of the many reasons she had been with Yamcha for so long. Her kind, wonderful, ex-desert bandit of a boyfriend...


Her heart ached with longing as she thought of him! She had missed him so much after they had parted and she longed to be touched by his masculine hands again... So she had substituted Vegeta for Yamcha.


She gasped at the realization. She didn't want to have a permanent relationship with Vegeta, so why had she thought he would use and discard her?


The revelation brought such a shock upon her, that Bulma had not seen the speeding car behind her as she indicated to veer into the fast lane.


Everything occurred in slow motion for the blue-haired genius.


One moment she had been on her bike, and the next she was sailing slowly into the air, as the speeding car hit the back of her bike at such an immense force.


Her arms flapped wildly and she gasped fearfully as she saw herself suspended in the air momentarily, only to realize that gravity was taking hold of her body and sending her flying into the rear glass of the car in front.


A sick thud and crunch of bones echoed in her ears.


A vague feeling of pain spread through her body like quick-fire, igniting her in a mind numbing pain she had never before felt.


It all felt too unrealistic for her and her surroundings grew hazy as she felt her body impact with the glass, shattering and cracking it as she was imbedded in to front driver's rearview of the car. Her neck snapped forwards, crushing her vocal chords and her legs were crushed awkwardly against the thick glass.


Not a single sound was uttered from Bulma's lips as she fell into the realm of the unconscious.





Vegeta's eyes flew open. He clenched his teeth as he sat up in the dark. He had been unconscious for the entire day. Another whole day wasted from his training, all because of that blasted woman!


Even now, she wouldn't leave his thoughts. He feared he was cursed to endure this torment for the rest of his living days. Another strong bought of hate rose in Vegeta and he promptly stood, flaring his ki.


He had been unconscious, yet he was well rested and felt ready for another round of intense training. He resolved that he would never speak the blue- haired woman that had managed to wriggle her way into his mind. It would only serve to increase is embarrassment.


It was the only way for him to move on and not show cowardice by still pining for her.


He snarled and walked over the shattered opening of the lighthouse. Everything had been burnt to a cinder inside, leaving charred remains of the bed the couple had slept upon. At least one good thing had come out of his outburst.


He blasted upwards into the night air, a strange haunting feeling tugging at the recesses of his mind.


Something was going on... Something terrible.





"She's coming into consciousness!"


A nervous voice rang out of the corner of the room.


Bulma groaned and fluttered her eyes for a few moments. She parted her dry and chapped lips, trying to form a sentence.


She felt a soft finger press against her lips and gentle voice whispered into her ear, "Shh babe, it's ok. Everything's just ok."


Yamcha!


Bulma squinted and looked to her right. A smile formed on her lips as she looked at her former boyfriend. "Yamcha?" She mouthed, unable to speak as of yet.


He nodded and smiled back, his smile held a hint of worry behind it. "You had us all worried there for a moment." He gently kissed her cheek.


Bulma closed her eyes in exhaustion, smiling again. Slowly, tiny flashbacks of her memory reminded her of what had happened. She had fled from the lighthouse and had been involved in a painful accident, one that could have been deadly.


Had it not been for the giant leaps of advances in medical health, Bulma would have been dead from her collision with the car. She had been thrown into the rearview of the car and luckily, her body had not shattered the glass and gone through or she and the driver of the car would have certainly met with their untimely demise.


The glass of the car had been strong, manufactured by her father's company... Thankfully. It was a good thing that the glass had not been completely shattered. Another point for Capsule Corporation technology, she wryly thought to herself.


A dull thud droned continuously in her head and she moaned, once again falling blissfully into the warm and embracing darkness. She could faintly hear the sounds of gasps as she floated peacefully into the dark void.





Vegeta's stomach growled incessantly. He frowned as he landed roughly on the grounds of the C.C mansion. It was eerily quiet and not a sound was uttered from the gigantic dome. Normally, his sensitive ears would have picked up the faint sounds of shuffling but at that moment, Vegeta could hear nothing.


He snarled, becoming indifferent towards the strange conclusion. He had only come here for nourishment and proper battle suit. He was no longer going to stay at the C.C mansion with the woman. He had outstayed his welcome and he was leaving, knowing that he would only return for food and a change of clothes.


Staying in the wilderness would do him some good.


The guttural growl of his stomach persisted and he snarled, wondering how his stomach could think of food at such a low point in his life.


He made his way to kitchen almost surprised to find that he was sulking.


A Saiyan Prince should not be one to sulk!


Stepping into the kitchen, he marched over to the fridge and was about to fling the door open when the round speaker attached to the fridge, blinked green and indicated a message had been left unread.


He frowned and pressed the small green button out of curiosity. The tiny machine attached to the fridge whirred to life and clicked, before an annoying and wailing voice came to life on the speaker.


"Vegeta, darling!" It was Mrs. Briefs' voice. He rolled his eyes in disgust, continuing to listen to the message that was meant for him. Although his curiosity piqued at the urgency in the tone of her voice.


"My husband and I are at the hospital! Bulma was involved in a terrible accident this morning. Sometimes that girl just loses her sense! Honestly, what was she thinking riding on a motorcycle without a helmet?!" Her anguished voice cried out into the large kitchen, "She was in critical condition but has been stabilized, so there is no need to panic." A wailing giggle followed, "Dinner has been left on the top shelf of the fridge and all you need to do is put it in the microwave. Although, it would be nice if you could come visit Bulma in the hospital, I'm sure she'd be thrilled to see you... Even though she is supposed to be unconscious!" Another giggle came from her, when Dr. Briefs' weary voice spoke up in the background, "Felice dear, hurry up, will you?! We need to get to the hospital and see how Bulma is doing." The tone of man's voice was waspish and annoyed, obvious concern for his daughter seeped from the words.


Without another word, the device beeped, indicating the end of the message.


Vegeta blinked slowly.


He rewound the tape and played it over and over again. Repeating it a total of five times.


Bulma had been in an accident... That very morning? After they had...


He slammed his fist into the door of the fridge, crushing the small device that held the message. He held back force not to damage the actual fridge, for he knew he would receive a good telling-off from Bulma's hyperactive mother. His appetite had suddenly fled and he no longer wanted to remain in the domed mansion.


He made his way to his room and mechanically retrieved his battle suit, putting it on stiffly.


Once fully attired, he flew out of the mansion and continued flying... To no particular place, all the while blaming himself for the current situation and worrying about Bulma's condition in the back of his mind. He refused to actually acknowledge that he was worried.


"She's a weakling," he muttered as he flew to a deserted part of the world.





The noises around her grew to such great proportions that she couldn't help but groan in annoyance.


She forced her heavy eyelids open and found herself staring into the faces of her family and friends, Yamcha, Krillin, Goku and ChiChi... No Vegeta.


A tight smile formed on her lips as she looked at their worried face. "Man," she rasped, her voice throaty from the lack of vocal exercise. "I feel like I was hit by a car," Bulma joked, aware of the stern glances she was receiving from her friends and family.


"Why are you all looking at me like that?" She asked, choking on a cough.


They all stepped back silently and she had to turn her head to face her parents, wincing at the pain it caused her. Her mother was dramatically crying and her father was sending her a nervous and worried glance.


"What were you thinking of Bulma? Riding on a motorcycle without a helmet?!" ChiChi's irritating voice bounced off the sterile white walls of the private hospital room. "Did you have a death wish or something?" She demanded as she grasped her friend's hand tightly.


Bulma sent an apologetic smile to her friend. She continued to glance at her father, "Dad?" She whispered.


Dr. Briefs pushed his wife gently away and walked closer to the comfortable hospital bed. It was a good thing that the Briefs' had private health care.


"What is it Bulma?" He suddenly sounded older than before and she frowned.


"Blue Dwarf?" She whispered, knowing that the other people in the room wouldn't understand her words.


His lips pursed tightly and a relieved smile flew across his face. "It's been dealt with," he murmured as he nodded in approval. He was proud that his daughter was more concerned with the welfare of the planet while she lay immobile in a hospital bed. It was at times like these that he considered himself to be an incredibly lucky father.


Confusion reigned on her face, "How?"


"We'll discuss this when you are fully healed." He patted her on the head and returned to his position beside his wife.


"Bulma, do you mind if me and Cheech head home now that you're awake?" Goku's bright voice questioned from her left.


Her neck brace only allowed restricted movements, but she turned her and smiled knowingly, "Afraid of getting injected?" She teased humorously. Just because she was banged up, didn't mean her sense of humor had left her. She was also trying to distract her thoughts from a certain prince.


Goku laughed nervously before nearing the bed and lightly kissing her forehead, "Take care, ok? I'll come by and visit you at the house." He whispered before taking the hand of his wife and pressing his fingers to his forehead. Bulma waved meekly at them.


"I'll stop by tomorrow!" ChiChi cried before both husband and wife blurred out of sight.


Yamcha was now sitting beside her on the large hospital bed. "I'm going to stay with you until you're permitted to leave the hospital, ok?" He said quietly as he brushed the blue bangs of hair away from her eyes.


Bulma bit her lip but a small movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. A tiny smile wound its way onto her lips. "Krillin!" She cried throatily, "What are you doing over there? Come here," she motioned for him to move near her and he obliged warily.


Krillin chuckled and twiddled with his thumbs, "Hi Bulma... Sorry, but I have a fear of coming near patients. I'm afraid I'll hurt them even more if I get too close!" He crowed nervously. As he was gesturing, his hands flew out in excitement of his statement and lightly hit Bulma's leg.


"Oh no!" Krillin cried, stepping back in horror, "See what I mean?" His face scrunched up in agony as if he had been hit himself.


Bulma frowned.


Something wasn't right.


"Krillin," she whispered, "Hit me again."


They all looked at her, perplexed.


Krillin frowned and shrugged, but obliged nonetheless.


Bulma held back a sob as she looked up into her former lover's eyes. "I--I can't feel anything!" She cried out urgently.


Yamcha's eyes widened as Krillin gasped. Bulma's mother had wisely remained silent until now. She held her husband's shoulders tightly and started to whisper urgently into his ear, choking back a sob.


Dr. Briefs' eyebrows drew down into a heavy frown. He once again approached his daughter and lightly tapped her leg. "You mean you don't feel this?"


Bulma shook her head fearfully, the panic beginning to rise within her. "Daddy?" She called out like a small, frightened little girl. "What's going on?" She demanded in a small voice, suddenly afraid of the answer.


Her mother had left the room to retrieve the doctor. Their well known family doctor entered the room quickly and was by Bulma's side in moments. He began to run different tests on Bulma's legs, checking her pulse and feeling her temperature.


"Dad?!" Bulma cried out again as he was taken out of the room by the stern and silent doctor.


She knew what the doctor was telling him...


He was telling her father that she couldn't feel her legs because the lower half of her body, was completely paralyzed.





AN: Find out next chapter what happened to Bulma and... How would Vegeta react if Bulma really was paralyzed? It's a very interesting twist hehe. Thanks for your reviews, especially to scrappster for the LONG and wonderful review.
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