Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over us... ❯ A knight in shining armor ( Chapter 3 )

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*Ducks flying produce* I'm sorry! I know I had everyone believing poor Vegeta was dead, but how could I be that cruel? Not to my fans!!!

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Someone to watch over us…


Vegeta left Bulma's room after she fell asleep in his arms. With an achy sigh, he managed to walk back to his room and collapse on the bed in pure pain. Putting up a brave mask for Bulma and the others were wearing the prince thin. He was told by Piccolo that he suffered a perforated lung, three cracked ribs and slight damage to his stomach. The doctors requested that someone donate blood and with good cause they all volunteered Goku for the task. With Krillin, Tien, ChiChi and Piccolo holding down the younger saiyan they were able to get what they needed from the big fraidy cat.

Taking a few deep breaths, Vegeta worked himself in to a comfortable position on the bed to get some sleep as well. When he woke that morning he had found Kakarott in his room watching cartoons by his bedside. Granted the clown saved his life so to speak by being forced to give up some of his precious blood, he still didn't care for the baka to be that close to him. It was an hour or so after he had kicked him out that he heard from down the hall Bulma's voice yelling his name.

The day after the awards when he finally woke, he was told the news about Bulma from both Kakarott and ChiChi. With no outward emotion on his face, he was greatly disappointed, angry, and guilt ridden about her losing the baby. He feared it mostly his fault for the hard shove, a shove that was strong enough to send Kakarott flying, he gave her as he dove onto the stage just mere milliseconds from blast impact.

He remembered the moments after taking the blast, the searing pain that forked through his body like a lightning bolt, the screams coming from every direction, especially Bulma's as she ran to his aid. He could barely remember seeing her face contort in pain as she looked down on him, telling him not to leave her. At that point if something did happen he wanted her to know the secret he had been keeping from her. He knew since the night of their love making on the plane to Hawaii that she was with child. He grinned inwardly knowing he was going to have an heir, but also at the same time frowned because if anything happened to her he would lose them both. He made Kakarott promise to take care of her, just a precaution as the darkness was trying to pull him under. The taste of his blood pooling in his mouth he uttered his last words to Bulma before she was pulled away from him while paramedics started their work.

'Take care of the little one for me Bulma. I told you…I'd be around in some shape or form.' The look on her face broke his heart, something he didn't think he had within him. And now there was no little one to speak of.
"Damn myself, Damn myself straight to hell!"





"Krillin, I'm going to kill that freaking dog!" A female shouted from the bedroom at the hotel. Krillin looked up from his newspaper to see 18 standing in the doorway with a half eaten shoe. The shorter guard gave a nervous chuckle before answering her.
"If you think that's bad, you should see what she did to Piccolo's and Tien's rooms." 18 arched her eyebrow to him in question before waving a hand at him.
"I don't even want to know do I?"
"Probably not. But I'm sure Bulma is going to be pissed at the hotel bill when she gets it."
"Yeah well whatever. I think I need to be heading back to my hotel soon. We're leaving tomorrow to head back to Japan." 18 sighed out, dragging a hand through her golden locks. Krillin frowned slightly before getting up from the comfortable couch.
"We'll be back as soon as everyone is well enough to fly back. Probably no longer then a week maybe. By the way, thanks for staying here with me last night." Krillin shove his hands into his pants pockets and rocking back on his heels as he watched 18 pick up her small overnight bag.

"Guess I'll see you when you get back then." Her lips twisted up into a small smile before kissing him on top of his baldhead.
"That's for certain." Krillin stammered out as 18 opened the hotel door, throwing the bag strap over her shoulder.
"Oh and Krillin?" She stopped and turned slightly to see him.
"Yes?"
"Take care of yourself ok? I'll have my brother bring Gohan back here tonight."
"I will, take care of yourself as well. See you soon." He gave her a smile and a small salute as she closed the door behind her.
"Man I'm going to marry that woman someday." Krillin sighed out, collapsing back onto the couch in a daze.



The hallways in the hotel were dimly lit, allowing the intruder to stalk in the shadows for the most part. Waiting silently for all passengers to leave the elevator, before slipping in for a short ride to the next floor. The elevator car jerked suddenly as the cable pulled the car against gravity as is dipped slightly as it reached the next floor. A muted bell tone sounded before the doors glided open. Looking around before exiting, Marshmallow was looking for her next 'victim'. After sneaking out of the open hotel door when room service arrived for breakfast, Marshmallow decided upon her puppy self to seek out a new adventure after gnawing on everything in both Piccolo's and Tien's rooms over the last three nights. Spying a room keeper's cart just down the hall with an array of items along with doors opened to rooms, Marshmallow was in gnawing heaven!



After receiving doctor's orders, Bulma signed herself out of the hospital later that afternoon. Dressed in a loose pair of jeans and an over sized sweatshirt borrowed from Tien, Bulma walled down the hall slowly heading for Vegeta's room. She had told ChiChi and Goku she wasn't leaving the hospital until the doctors released Vegeta. Waving them off, she watched them leave hand in hand to the elevator to head back to the hotel for lunch and to check up on Gohan.

Pushing on the heavy wooden door, Bulma peeked her head in to see Vegeta in bed, apparently sound asleep from the looks of things. With silent steps, she made her way to a chair that sat next to his bed near the window. Placing her small plastic bag that contained her belongings from when she first arrived at the hospital on the floor, she stretched and crossed her arms in front of herself. Sighing lightly, she ran her hands up and down her arms warding off a chill that bit into her spine as she looked out at the horizon. No matter what she did or said to herself, the events from award night came back in a rushing flood. She had another nightmare after she fell asleep in Vegeta's arms. Shivering slightly, she recalled the most frightening experience of her entire life. She talked a mean talk, but when it came right down to it, she was scared to death of dying even though she bitterly spoke out about not caring if she did or not. She thanked her lucky stars once again, thanking them for keeping her alive along with Vegeta and Jessica. But lucky star did not fair as well as it streaked across the sky. The lucky star for her baby was nothing more.

Misty eyed, Bulma turned back to the bed to look at Vegeta. He looked cute when he slept so peacefully. Something she couldn't get enough of actually. Side stepping the chair, she maneuvered herself and sat down as she reached for his hand. Tracing her thumb over the top of his hand, careful not to bump the IV that was jammed on the top of his hand. Knowing him he probably ripped the one he had this morning out to come down to see her.

"I just wanted to tell you thank you for the hundredth time. I know it's your job and all, but putting your life on the line for someone like me is simply amazing in my eyes." Bulma whispered to knowing if Vegeta would hear her or not it didn't matter, she just needed to talk.

"I'm no one special except for my millions of adoring fans and my family, so it's hard to think of why someone like you would do such a thing. You're a prince! And the last time I looked princes didn't do this kind of work. I always imagine one day I would get a prince. But you are better then that in my eyes. A knight in shining armor. How cliché ne? " Slightly biting her bottom lip she continued as she lightly rubbed her thumb over his hand more.

"When you told me we'd be together forever, I didn't know whether to believe you or not. Yam…Yamcha told me the exact same thing years ago, but you see where that went. He hired a stalker to kill me. Wish I knew what I did that was so bad for him to do such a thing. But I know I won't get answers from a dead guy now would I? I wouldn't be here, I know I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. If it wasn't for you Yamcha would of gotten his wish…" She sniffed as quietly as she could as tears stung her already hurting eyes.

"I was in shock when you told me about the baby Vegeta. But at the time nothing mattered except for you. I was so scared of losing you. You don't know how scared I was. I…I don't think I can live with out you now. I could have been a good mother. Lavish attention like no one else could. Sing beautiful lullabies every night. But now…" The first tear slipped lazily down her cheek, the blankets catching the first of many. Silently, she lowered her head to the bed letting the blankets muffle her soft sobbing.

Eyes cracked open feeling a slight tremor. Vegeta's eyes caught the cascade of blue hair that was draped across his arm and hand. He knew she was there before she started her small speech to him, but remained quiet while she let her mind speak for herself. Crying herself asleep at his bedside, Vegeta pulled his hand out from under hers. Softly he stroked the top of her head, taking comfort from just the feel of silky hair between his fingers.

"You will make a great mother onna." He whispered before closing his eyes again to sleep knowing she was beside him.


Stubborn Jessica was on the move. After Tien left to grab some lunch in the cafeteria, Jessica didn't waste any time on getting herself up out of the hospital bed. Gritting her teeth, she pulled the plastic tubing that was stuck in a vein near her wrist with one good yank. The hardest part was getting out of bed and on to her feet. Groaning in pain, she managed some how to get to her feet and grab the flimsy hospital robe that was draped over the chair beside her bed. She was determined to speak with Vegeta about the stalker still out on the loose and for Bulma not to be alone under any circumstances. Wrapping one arm about her abdomen in protection, Jessie made her way out into the hall, looking at room numbers to find Vegeta's.

Taking slow steps, she knew she was going in the right direction as the numbers went lower in count. With eyes straight ahead and a hand on the wooden rail that was along the walls of the hall Jessica saw someone come out of a room just a head of her. She squinted and realized it was Goku.

"Hey Goku!" She said loudly to gain his attention. He looked back over his shoulder with a scowl on his face, but didn't stop to talk with her.
"Hey I need to talk with you Goku!" But he didn't stop. She watched him turn the corner and disappear out of sight.
"What's up with him? ChiChi take away his lunch or something?" She grumbled to herself taking note that the room he left was in fact Vegeta's room. Bypassing his room, she was determined to find out what was up Goku's ass for acting like that. Slipping by the nurse's station and around the corner, Jessica didn't see any signs of the tall saiyan that stalked out of Vegeta's room.

"Man this isn't my week is it?" She growled out in frustration and pain as she made her way back in the direction she had came in.
"Hi Jessica remember me?" The female guard stiffened in mid stride.