Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Stress ❯ Explosions ( Chapter 3 )

Stress

This is The Enforcer speaking,

Well in this chapter I changed the exact time and nature of the GR explosion. Other than that, enjoy.

Chapter 3

Explosions

The Gods were at war in the sky. And Bulma was at war on earth…

“Fuck you Yamcha. Fuck. You.” Bulmas words were heated. “Yes my schedule really is that busy, and yes you do bother me all the time—How DARE you even suggest I'm cheating on you—Yamcha even if I wanted to cheat on you I don't have the time—Hey, ass hole, just because I'm not sleeping with you doesn't mean I'm sleeping with someone else—Why you sonva-“

Bulmas words were cut short, staggering pain shot through her body, pain like she'd never felt before, as the entire building shook, the lamp flipped over, the line went dead, fear lanced through her, a fear of death, Bulma thought she was dieing, the glass broke out of the windows, her body convulsed up around itself, she didn't even feel it when she hit the ground, the lights went out, Blood, so much blood, bones crunching, snapping like twigs, couldn't breath…Weak, no, can't be weak… no… a picture of her and Yamcha went crashing off a table, Gasping, tears in her eyes Bulma sat up, one word escaped through her lips, “Vegeta.”

Her body wasn't broken, or bleeding, it just felt like it, crawling up off the floor Bulma forced her pain ridden body to move, pushing the anguish she felt in to the back ground she headed towards the back door, the closer she got to the door, the more she hurt, but she had to continue.

She didn't know how long it took her; she only knew that finally she was outside, almost blind with pain Bulma grimaced at the rush of cold that hit her, clad only in her briefs and a wife beater, she propelled herself forward out in to the harsh winds of the storm.

Hair whipped across her face, goose flesh covered her arms, the winds howled in her ears, this was a nasty storm and it was only getting nastier by the second.

Shrapnel covered the neatly cut grass, the pouring rain bounced off of it and steam rose off the twisted, still smoldering, metal. Lightening flashed across the sky, illuminating the scarred yard, a second later the rumbling thunder shook Bulma to her bones.

Fear coursed through her body, how could anything have lived through that…

“Vegeta!” Bulma yelled, her words echoed hallow, bouncing off the remains of the GR, one whole side still stood tall, looking eerily like a ravaged body.

“Goddamnit VEGETA.” Bulma yelled even louder. Chilling rain soaked through her cloths, pain had begun to dull her senses, that couldn't be good, but she didn't care. All she cared about at that moment was Vegeta.

Bulma pushed her way through the rubble, then, crying out in pain she fell to the ground. Panting she reached down to her foot, blood poured out onto the grass, her fingers found the offending piece of metal, wrapping them around it Bulma pulled, screaming as the shrapnel came out slowly, tearing the flesh even further.

The shard was about three inches long and had been almost completely buried in her foot. Limpingly, Bulma tore through the rest of the wreckage, burning, scratching and cutting herself further.

“Damn it Vegeta where are you?” Bulma whispered to her self as she fell onto the ground from exhaustion. She couldn't stand against the wind, everything seemed so surreal. Her thoughts ran around and around, where was he, where was he…

Somewhere in the back of the woman's mind she knew if she didn't find him soon they would both die. She couldn't barely lift herself off the grass. That was until she heard a sound.

The sound of shifting rubble.

Turning her head in the direction of the noise the scientist opened her heavy lidded eyes. Her body was too dead from storm and pain to dare to hope. But… first appeared a hand, black, bloody, and then another, as heavy blocks of charred metal, too heavy for Bulma to move, shifted out of the way. Finally inch by bloody inch The Saiyan Prince freed Himself, collapsing on top of the pile of concrete and twisted steel, burns covered his left side, blood poured out of his right side and the center of his chest.

Bulmas heart leapt into her throat and her stomach dropped down to her knees. Launched by a sudden surge of energy Bulma scrambled over to the fallen warrior, pulling him into her lap, she searched for his pulse; it was there, but barely.

Slouching forwards Bulma let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Vegeta suddenly began trying to sit up, mumbling.

“Woman…” Vegeta opened his eyes.

“Don't talk Vegeta, your hurt…real bad.” Bulma had a hard time keeping the pain out of her voice.

“This pain is mine.” Blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth as he spoke. Bulma opened her mouth to ask what he was talking about when it dawned on her.

“Then I'll share it.” Vegeta gave a weak imitation of his usual growl.

“Don't need your help…damn woman.” Vegeta smirked and reached up to touch her chin.

Bulma felt the pain melting away into Vegetas finger tips until finally her body was warm and his like ice. Bulma fought the tears that weld up in her; she would not let the warrior see her cry.

Vegeta let out a burst of sarcastic laughter. Bulma jumped in shock at the sudden out burst. Then he was out, she could feel him still breathing but that was the only sign that he wasn't dead.

“Oh you stupid, stubborn, idiot.” Bulma sobbed as she held him, his blood covered her. “Alright you bull headed ass, don't die on me…” Finally the first tears slipped down her cheeks, mingling with Vegetas blood and the rain.

Sirens could be heard off in the distance, coming towards CC.

Screeching tires, slamming doors.

The back yard would be the first place they looked seeing as they'd been called out to cc on more than one occasion, Bulmas heart thundered, she didn't know how long Vegeta had, she was doing her best to keep the bleeding stopped but it would only be a matter of time.

Lightning flashed over head, thunder shook the ground, and the shadows seemed to move ever closer.

Bulma sat at the desk in her private lab, foot bandaged and stitched, propped up on a chair, cursing silently to herself, a pile of half fried circuit boards, and a stack of blue prints lay sprawled out before her.

“Its not possible.” She whispered to herself, her hands shook as she turned over the board closest to her again.

This one was the source, the patient zero, it caused the explosion. It'd been the last one Bulma had been working on, the one she'd worked on while arguing with Yamcha. Yamcha, who'd been complaining about how Bulma did too much, worked too hard, had been spending all her time repairing and upgrading the GR.

Bulmas eyes wondered over the board, the explosion was her fault. Bulma stood up, screaming, her chair crashed to the ground, she put her hands under the edge of her desk and flipped it over, all the scraps went crashing to the ground. The angry scientist stood there panting, hands balled up in a fist when suddenly her phone rang. Bulma smashed the button and growled out.

“What?” There was a long pause on the other end and then.

“Bulma baby, how are you doing?” It was Yamcha. Bulmas blood boiled. Somehow this was his fault. If he hadn't been such a bothersome pain in the ass…

Bulmas hand shook as she slammed the phone shut, not trusting herself to speak.

She was limping across the grounds heading towards the medical ward when she heard that irritating voice.

“Bulma hun what's wrong?” Yamcha.

“I don't want to talk to you right now.” Bulma kept her back to him.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, Bulmas whole body tensed up, she whirled around knocking his hand away.

“Get away from me Yamcha, just get the hell away from me.” He voice rose with each word.

“What happened Bulma, what's wrong?” He was trying to sound soothing but it just made Bulma more irate.

“Do you really want to know Yamcha; do you really want to know what's wrong?” Bulma stood inches from his face. “I almost killed Vegeta; he nearly died because of me.” Tears threatened to fall. “Everything is wrong Yamcha, including this relationship, it's over Yamcha, we're going no where fast.” Stepping back Bulma shook her head. “Just go away.”

Turning on her heals she left him, walking away, she didn't look back and he did not follow.

A/N: Well I know its been forever since I updated, enlisting into the Air Force and the such sorta made it hard to keep up with my stories, but I'm back and more wicked than ever. PLEASE R&R I love hearing from my readers.

-The Enforcer