Completely ignoring the woman with the dark tresses, Shizema walked up to Bulma. He took a brief note of how of how the durable seat restraints had kept the two female passengers safely in their seats. Shizema then placed his hand on a bear shoulder, and rearranged her body so that she was seated properly. The crash had transformed her once demin skirt and short sleeve turquoise blouse into mere rags. Shizema was shown more skin than what was needed to peak his interest and he instantly tore her seat belt away. He stared at her for quite a long time with ignited lust. Not even paying attention to the blood that seeped from scratches, cuts and from one particular gash that was above her left brow. All he saw was a beautiful, sumptuous, venerable, woman's body, all ready for him to enjoy.
~I shouldn't have to wait any longer than I have to.~ He self reasoned. ~Besides Sarumi wouldn't care in the slightest and this…this is the real genuine article ~
Shizema dropped to his knees and stretched out both hand to plant them on Bulma's breasts squeezing through what remained of her blouse. He lowered his face and ran his mouth from her cheek down the column of her neck to her chest. His tongue left a wet trail that was followed by his top teeth which raked over the surface of Buma's skin, causing the woman to shudder and whimper in pain, even in her unconsciousness. But Shizema wanted more. He wanted to feel the bare soft flesh of her body. He wanted to experience what Vegeta had for years, to be completely buried within her and in a frenzied lust maddening act he grabbed Bulma skirt and ripped it apart before doing the same with her blouse.
A loud moan signalled the steady and rapid regain of awareness to his side, and Shizema whipped his head towards the sound. To his rancour he saw the dark haired human female stir. For a while it looked like she would not awaken when she momentarily stilled, but then she sat herself up and moved her hand to rub at the base of her skull and neck.
After hearing her mumble her disbelief at her survival, Shizema saw her open her eyes and look around at her surroundings. Then she eventually settled her dark brown eyes on the image of an unconscious Bulma with Dr Shizema hovering over her. With an amazing amount of strength and agility for a woman who had just been in an air car crash, she lept to her feet, ripping right through her seat belt and sped over to her friend.
"Bulma!" She pushed herself in front of the doctor to take hold of Bulma's shoulders and shake her. "Is she alright?"
Realising she was asking him, Shizema managed to cool his anger to enable himself to respond. He stretched forward and gently turned Bulma's head one way and then the other. He then professionally felt her limbs, stomach and chest for serious factures or breakage. It was quite a struggle for him not to allow his hands to linger for more than was necessary.
"Besides the visible bruising and cuts, she doesn't appear to have any obvious injuries." He told Bulma's concerned friend. "Though it looks like she may have a concussion, how serious, I can't tell without a proper examination."
Shizema placed his index and middle finger on the pulse point of Bulma's left wrist. "She's got a strong pulse," he observed. "And her breathing's good too. But she stills needs hospital attention though."
Shizema took a good look at Chichi. The bruises she sported weren't much better. "And so do you." He added.
"I'm fine!" Chichi voice yelled in worry ignoring his words. "She's the one who's still unconscious here, not me!"
She moved and tried to awaken her sleeping friend once again, while calling out her name. With Bulma's unresponsiveness, Chichi's voice rose in volume and her gentle shakes turned to near violent ones. However, a while later, the desired results came about, as Bulma eventually awoke.
As she forced open her heavy eye lids, Bulma was eventually able to distinguish that the chaotic sounds she heard was actually someone calling, or rather shouting her name. When her perception cleared up, she identified the voice as Chichi's as she stared down fearfully at her.
"Are you alright?"
"Don't…really…know." Bulma replied. "Even…my hair…feels…like it hurts."
"Do you think you can stand?" Shizema questioned her.
Bulma gathered what strength she had and with the aid of both Chichi and Shizema, she managed to first sit forward and then rise shakily to her feet.
"That's good." Shizema encouraged. "Now let's get out of here."
* * *
"Alright Ms Briefs, we're happy enough with your condition to allow you to go home, but I expect you to take it easy for at least a month." The post graduate male doctor who appeared to be in his mid twenties said.
Bulma got off the patient's bed and moved to the closet to retrieve a change of clothes she was kindly given and gratefully received. Chichi having already been checked on was told by the doctors that they were very happy with her condition. They had also expressed their surprise at how with the exception of a couple of scratches, she had survived the crash relatively harm free, and she exhaled in relief that though Bulma hadn't been as providential as her, her health was no where near danger.
"Now you may experience some latent effects such as dizziness, migraines, and even nausea to various degrees." When he saw her turn a quizzical and mildly concerned face to him, he was quick to dissolve it. "There's no need to be alarmed. These are all just symptoms common of a concussion suffer. However, if they become severe I want you to make an appointment with your G.P. or come into hospital right away, alright?"
Bulma nodded, and with that the doctor said his farewells and exited the private patient's room.
"We had a lucky escape, you know." Chichi said once she and Bulma were alone.
"Yeah I know." Bulma agreed as she removed her patient's gown. "If it wasn't for Jiro, I'd hate to imagine what would have happened to us."
"We probably won't ever really be able to, but we should try to repay him somehow."
"I know," Bulma paused as she pulled a light green polo neck jumper over her head. "But I'm not holding out for the time for when we could save his life in return."
"Why not invite him to our get together?" Chichi suggested.
Bulma paused again, the black jean trousers half way up her thigh. "That a good idea, let's do that.
When both women stepped outside the room they saw Shizema sitting in a chair a little way off with an anxious expression on his attractive face. As soon as he noticed them he got quickly and walked with a brisk pace to where they stood.
"How are you? Will you both be alright? What did the doctor say?"
"We're both fine." Chichi said, answering his three questions with one sentence.
"Only a small concussion," Bulma told him truthfully. "Nothing a little rest won't cure."
"Good." Shizema said with a sigh.
There was silence among the three for a while, until Chichi gave Bulma a tiny assuring nudge.
"Um, Jiro," Bulma began. "We'd really like to thank you for saving our lives today."
"It's alright." He tried to brush it off as if he had just pickup and handed her a book she had just dropped.
"No," Chichi put in. "We really want you to know that we're very grateful for what you did. You risked yourself to save us."
"And we'd like to invite you to a get together that we're having on Saturday evening at six." Bulma continued.
"Will you be able to come?" Chichi asked him. "You can meet our families and friends and I'm sure that they very much to thank you too for what you've done."
"How can I say no?" Shizema replied with an agreeable smile after taking in the hopeful looks that both women wore.
"Great!" The dark haired woman replied.
"Wonderful!" Bulma added.
"Will you both be alright getting home?" He asked them.
"Oh yes." Chichi answered. "Will you?"
"I'll be just fine." He was quick to assure them. "Well, whatever medium of transport you use make sure it's not faulty. Okay?"
After promising him so, farewells were exchanged and the two parties departed their separate ways from the hospital.
* * *
"You know something?" Bulma said as both women sat in the back passenger seat of a ground taxi car.
"What?" Chichi asked.
"I'm going to have to rely on a catering service to supply the bulk of the food we're going to need."
"I was just going to suggest that." Then Chichi changed the subject. "It's nice to see you making new friends Bulma, especially of the single male variety."
Bulma looked at her friend in shock. After just having picked up on the extra meaningful tone, a frown fell on her face, and the sly confident smile she saw on Chichi's face didn't exactly help the frown disappear.
"Not funny Chichi."
"Sorry Bulma, couldn't resist." Chichi laughed. "Especially since I woke up to see the way he was all over you after the crash."
"Chichi! Stop that trail of though right there." Bulma yelled with her finger pointing. "I will never think of another man that way. I am happily married!"
"Don't you mean mated?" The female ex-fighter corrected. "Besides I don't see any rings on your fingers.
"Chichi!" Bulma screeched.
"Alright, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Chichi genuinely apologised seeing as her teasing was really upsetting to her friend. "I'll stop now."
* * *
By the time Bulma reached home it was mid evening. She made it a point that her first action was to phone Kassandra's Catering Service, a company she of tem gave her custom to and ordered the all the dishes that she knew that Chichi and herself would never be able to make with the short time that was left to them. Especially since the quantity needed to satisfy those with Saiyan blood in their veins would be quite a feat in itself.
Fortunately, Bulma was pared the task of making dinner as her mother had already done so. Mrs Briefs had also told her daughter that her Vegera hadn't yet returned and her father still had no immediate plans to cease his work at the URSO headquarters.
"Bulm," Mrs Brief began in a curious and concerned voice.
"Yes mother."
"I've noticed you have some stitches on your head."
"Yeah," added Trunks. "And I can see some scratches and bruises on you too."
Bulma grimaced. ~Dammit! They said the stitches wouldn't show.~ She thought angrily to herself recalling the words of the nurse who was assigned to handle the stitching of her brow wound.
"What happened to you?" Mrs Brief asked.
"Chichi and I had a little accident with the car." She quickly added when she saw her mother's look of concern turn to one of almost fear. "But we're fine; it's nothing to be concerned about."
"Are you sure?" Mrs Breifs tried to pursue.
"Of course I am mother." She replied in an assuring tone.
"If you say so, then honey." Mrs Breifs left it at that and Bulma sighed when she saw both her mother and son return to eating their meals.
"Since I have an early start tomorrow, I'll turn in now, goodnight." With a great amount of effort on her part, conscious that her mother and son looked on, Bulma without showing any signs of the pain that her body still felt, slowly managed to exit the dinning room for bed.
Although Bulma succeeded in not raising her mother's suspicions, she was not so efficacious with her battle hardened son. Trunks knew the tricks of the trade when hiding the extent of sparring wounds from her and his grandparents, and he instantly spotted them when used by a novice. Her breathing had laboured, her pace so slow she was almost dragging her feet, the way she would tense every time her pains flared and the lone fact that she was putting far too much concentration into walking than a normal uninjured person needed to.
Even though the little demi-Saiyajin wanted to question his mother further, he knew there would be no answers if she didn't want to give them, so kept silent and picked through the remains of his dinner.
After a very brief brush of her teeth, and a complete neglect of her hair, Bulma carefully freed herself of all her clothing, and being very mindful of her sore body crawled into bed. She pulled the covers over her naked form, not even bothering to dress in her usual sleep ware. It didn't take her to fall to sleep, with all the occurrences of the day.
* * *
The breeze blew, causing the curtains to obscure the open screen door for a few seconds before receding. Then it blew again and the lace curtains once more blocked the window for a millisecond before moving back revealing a returned Vegeta as he levitated by the balcony door. He floated in silently on a gentle breeze through the window. When he saw his mate in their bed he wanted nothing more than to lie down beside her. Not one to ever deny himself of what he wanted, the prince quickly disrobed and moved in next to his mate. He was pleased when his front came into contact with her back and he realised she had no garments to separate them. Regardless of what they did in bed together, whether making love or just sleeping in the comfort of each other warmth, to him, a Saiyajin. This was the correct nuptial means of how mates were meant to lie together.
Vegeta reached out his hand and ran it from behind Bulma's calf and caressingly stroked his palm up the side of her thigh, hip, around to the front of her stomach and chest and all the way up to her face. Lowering his lips he caressed the soft skin that resided behind her ear, at the rear side of her cheek and moved down to her neck. A small pleasure coated moan came from Bulma's partially parted lips and Vegeta smirked, gratified that he could produce such a sound from her even while she was shrouded in sleep. Vegeta slowly pulled the blanket away so that her naked glory was presented to him. Moving over slightly, he rested his hand on Bulma's shoulder and gently pulled her so that she lay on her back. Vegeta traced the fingers tips of one hand across her collar bone and then down the mound of one of her breasts stopping when he came to a delicate pink tit. All the while his touches had been ghostly light and every now and then he would look at her face to see the muscles move and see her head turn slightly to the side in response to his ministrations.
Not satisfied that he was beginning to stimulate hormonal reactions in her, he continued to pay special attention to that specific area, dedicating a hand to each nipple. Vegeta wanted to arouse her to such a state that her own body would awaken her.
Vegeta dropped his mouth to one breast but rather than encase his mouth around it he ever so faintly brushed his tongue over the nipple. The moan she released was louder than the first, and Vegeta repeated his actions again and again and again until Bulma awoke with a loud gasp and she shot up from the bed. The sensation of her body burning, in particularly her breasts, made her feel much disorientation. With a smug chuckle, Vegeta forced her back down so that lay on her back.
"I was wondering when you'd open your eyes." His deep rich voice rumbled with amusement and sexual excitement was also very evident.
When Bulma's senses were hers to command again she began to speak but Vegeta held a finger to her lips while shushing her. He kissed her once before he resumed the claiming of her body with his hands and mouth.
Vegeta's mouth made a trail from her cheek down the column of her neck to her chest. His tongue left a wet trail that was followed by his top teeth in the gentlest of strokes, but he paused when he felt her flinch. It was as if he had hurt her.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing!" She answered quickly, cursing herself for not bearing the pain. So as to not raise any suspicion, Bulma took hold of his face with both hands and guided him down to her lips. Using her lips she parted his and Vegeta granted her tongue permission to enter his mouth and intertwine with his own.
When the kissed switched from a mutual display of affection to a lusty heated one, passion caused Vegeta to fiercely take hold of Bulma by wrapping his arms around her waist and hips. Bulma suddenly arched against him and a pain filled cry broke free from her lips. Now positive that something wasn't right, Vegeta removed one hand from her body and held her face so that she looked directly into his, and he kept the other where it was to hold her close to him.
"What is wrong with you?" His voice was raised.
"Nothing!" Bulma nearly shouted back. The look he gave made it impossible not to answer. "It's just that…"
Vegeta frowned when she refrained from looking directly into his eyes, like she always did when she was trying to hide something from him or when she didn't speak the entire truth.
"I'm just…tired. I had a really busy day. Please…" Bulma rearranged his arms so that she was able to bury herself into him, resting her hands and temple lightly on his chest. "I just want to sleep."
Though she didn't tell him why, she hung onto the fact that she did indeed speak part of the truth to shield herself from the blows that her conscience was giving her. Vegeta only felt her completely relax and settle when he encircled his arms about her.
Whereas falling to sleep proved to be no problem for Bulma, Vegeta wasn't so fortunate. Especially since he burned for a release that he knew would not come that night. But what made matters worse was that something was wrong and she was hiding it from him. Vegeta was almost tempted to wake her up and demand that she tell him what it was, but in truth he knew it would be the worst thing he could do. He knew they would only end up arguing, and at the end of it, he still wouldn't have found out what the problems was.
~ You can be as stubborn as me on occasion, onna.~ He said to himself as he looked at her in her unconsciousness.
Vegeta's annoyance at the whole situation is kept his awake for most of that night before he eventually fell asleep.
