Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Remember Me ❯ Accident ( Chapter 1 )

Summary:

It has been five years since Bulma and Vegeta fell in love, four years since the androids were no longer a threat. Despite the current peaceful times, however, Vegeta insists on training, much to Bulma's annoyance.

But the peace is disturbed at the Capsule Corporation one summer day when the gravity room explodes. Although the warrior prince survives the explosion, Vegeta is left with more than physical injuries. He has lost his memory and can't even remember his dazzling mate or powerful son, let alone his surroundings and the Capsule Corporation employees.

Bulma finds herself desperate for the love they once had and feels she must make him fall in love with her once more. She is overjoyed when Vegeta eventually begins to remember wisps things from before the accident.

But problems arise. Due to her job, Bulma can't spend as much time with Vegeta as she would wish, making it more difficult for the fighter to remember his woman. And, his love for Bulma forgotten, Vegeta finds himself falling for someone else....

A/N: A new B/V fic, taking place after the androids and before Majin Buu. I suppose you could call it a Bulma/Vegeta get together, even though they've already gotten together.... ^.~ All will be explained.

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one; accident

She gazed out the large bay window of her room, her attention not fixed on the beauty of the summer afternoon but on the domed training facility nearby. It's loud whirring was comforting and she knew that the man inside was training to help save the Earth from whatever dangers presented themselves next. At the same time, though, the whirring of the machine brought a sense of loneliness, because the man inside was training rather than spending time with her and her son. But that was the way Vegeta was, always had be and most likely always would be. And that was the man Bulma had fallen in love with.

Through the windows of the gravity room, the blue-haired beauty could see flashes of light -- Vegeta's Ki blasts -- and occasionally a figure race by -- the Saiyan prince himself. Though short, Vegeta was a powerful man, his power only surpassed by the warm-hearted Son Goku. That was the real reason Vegeta was so intent on training, Bulma knew. His one goal in life was to grow more powerful than the third class Saiyan warrior, and he was determined to reach it.

With a sigh, Bulma tucked a long strand of wavy blue hair behind her ear.

"Mommy! I'm hungry!"

The childish voice of Bulma's five year old son drew her away from the window. She glanced at her watch and smiled as she retreated from her room to the hall where the lavender-haired boy was waiting. It was almost lunch time. "What would you like, baby?" she inquired gently.

"Food. And I'm not a baby!"

Bulma looked at her son fondly. Such a Vegeta answer, she thought. "What kind of food, old man?"

"Sandwiches," Trunks said, "and I'm not an old man, either!"

"What are you, then?" Bulma asked. "You're not a baby, but you say you're not an old man, either."

"I'm a boy. A big boy."

Bulma laughed at her son's response. "All right, big boy, sandwiches it is."

As Trunks took his place at the kitchen table, Bulma began to prepare an afternoon meal for the child, as well as for herself and Vegeta. She was certain that her husband would be in soon to demand some food.

"Where's Dad?" Trunks asked.

"Where he always is."

"Oh." Trunks turned towards the window, gazing wistfully at the gravity room. "I wish he'd let me use it."

Bulma looked at her son sympathetically. "Why don't you ask him when he comes in for lunch? Maybe he'll let you."

"I asked him yesterday in the morning. He said I couldn't." He stuck his finger in his mouth and proceeded to pull on a loose tooth.

"Maybe he was in a bad mood," Bulma told Trunks gently. "Ask him again at lunch anyway."

Trunks shook his head, his lavender locks swinging about his head as he did so. "I wanna help you today, Mom."

Bulma smiled at Trunks' enthusiasm in science and inventing and she said, "I'll see what jobs I have in the labs for you. But remember that you can't fool around in there."

"I know."

The sound of approaching footsteps caused both mother and son to look towards the door and a maid walked in, her blonde tresses tied back in a tight bun. She smiled at Trunks, tousling his hair, before turning to Bulma. "Would you like some help?" she inquired. "I know how your family eats."

Bulma smiled gratefully. "Please."

Trunks watched with half-interest as his mother and the blonde maid prepared the meal, but his gaze kept straying towards the gravity room where his father was training.

"Here you are." Trunks looked up as the maid placed a plate heaped with sandwiches in front of him, and returned the wink Miyo had given him before digging in.

"Will Vegeta be joining you for lunch?" the maid inquired, returning to the counter.

Bulma shrugged. "I never know with that man. Most likely he will, though. Saiyans and their appetites."

Miyo only chuckled as she fetched more bread from the wooden bread box. "Why don't you sit and eat with Trunks? I can take care of the hundreds of sandwiches for your husband."

Bulma laughed but obliged, seating herself across from her son. She wasn't surprised to see the once full plate down to only two sandwiches. She pointed to one. "Can I have that?"

Trunks nodded without hesitation, pushing the plate across to his mother. "You can have both," he offered. "I wanna find Grampa and go to the lab." The boy turned and rushed from the room

"He'll probably be in his office!" Bulma called, sure that Trunks' keen ears had caught the statement. The sound of running feet suddenly changing direction clarified it.

"It's a shame Vegeta doesn't spend more time with him," Miyo remarked. "Not to be nosy."

"No, it's true," Bulma agreed. "Vegeta would rather spend his time training than with his own son." Her tone was bitter. "It's things like that that almost make me wish I had married Yamcha."

"Don't say that!" Miyo gasped. "At least Vegeta's loyal, and he's so protective of you. He'd never let any harm come to either you or Trunks?"

"Oh yeah?" Bulma turned, facing the maid. "Then explain to me why it was that Vegeta was fully prepared to let Trunks and I crash in the air car. The future Trunks had to save us!"

"Well, there is his pride...."

"His pride, his arrogance, his constant training!" She trailed of in a frustrated growl.

"But does he make up for it in bed?" Miyo inquired slyly.

Bulma had to grin. "He more than makes up for it in bed." Both women had to laugh.

"Well--" Miyo was cut off by a booming explosion, one so powerful that it caused Miyo fall against the counter and sent Bulma's chair crashing to the ground, bringing the Western Capital belle down with it. A screech could be heard from somewhere in the house, and Bulma prayed her son wasn't hurt.

"An earthquake!" Miyo shouted, only to be corrected by Bulma as the shaking ceased.

"No, Miyo. Vegeta. He must have blown up the gravity room!" Regaining her composure, Bulma untangled herself from the chair and jumped up. She wasted no time in fetching her shoes and dashing out the back door to the ruins that was her most prized invention only seconds before.

"Vegeta!? Vegeta!?" Her voice was desperate as she dropped to her knees beside the wreckage, digging through it in panic, uncaring of the metal cutting her hands. "VEGETA!!"

A moan came from a little ways off, under the debris, and Bulma stood and rushed over. Pulling aside a hunk of metal -- it had previously been apart of the main control panel -- she came across Vegeta's arm. She sighed with relief as it moved, and she hurriedly uncovered his face and torso.

He was unconscious, as Bulma had expected from such an explosion, but he was alive, and she immediately shouted for some help. As two employees came from the house instantly, a stretcher in tow, she assumed Miyo had already sent for help. The two men said nothing as the dropped the stretcher and proceeded to help Bulma uncover her fallen prince, then gently pushed her aside as they hesitantly lifted the Saiyan onto the stretcher. They didn't want to lose their lives simply because they had been mistaken for enemies or because they had caught the warrior at a bad time. And now was, they were certain, a very bad time.

The Capsule Corporation doctor had already made his way to the emergency ward, sure that the explosion had caused some injuries. It had been quiet awhile since there had been any injuries in the company; now he had no doubt that he would have his hands full. He wasn't surprised when Vegeta was carried into the emergency unconscious. Vegeta had been, after all, in the thick of the explosion.

"Put him on the bed," the doctor instructed, and the two employees obeyed, hurrying out of the room as soon as their task was complete. As the exited, a frantic Bulma took their place.

"Is he all right? How badly is he injured?"

The doctor began gathering up his medical instruments as he said without looking up, "I have no idea, Ms. Briefs. I still have to check him."

Bulma fell silent as she watched the doctor begin his examination, praying with everything she had that the man she loved would be all right.

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A/N: The first chapter.... Hope you guys liked it. The idea for this actually came from a book called Nightsong by Valerie Sherrard, so I should probably give her credit. The only things that remain the same, though, are the fact that an accident caused someone to lose their memory, and their woman must make them fall in love with them again. The way that this will happen in my fic, though, will be completely different from the way it happened in Nightsong.

Chapter two will hopefully be out soon.