Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Syndrome ❯ Space Cases ( Chapter 6 )

Man, dashing the romantical dreams of the guy who wants to bang you it much more effective when executed face-to-face. I should know. That's what I was doing 3 hours ago. Fun stuff. Enjoy the LONGER chapter.

Syndrome: 6

"I hate you!"

"Oh yeah? Well I hate you, you little prick!"

"Screw you!"

"Like hell I will! I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole, much less allow your dirty paws on me!"

"Shut the hell up! You're so full of it!"

"I'M full of it?"

"Do I stutter?"

"That's IT! You're sleeping on the couch for the rest of your life!"

"Good! Maybe then I'll actually get some sleep!"

After the relative quietude of the drive there, the volume of the altercation in the waiting room of Western Capital General Hospital served to be an abrupt change for anyone entering the building at that time. Struggling away from the two orderlies attempting to hold her back, a blonde woman was managing to chuck numerous random objects and some pregnancy pamphlets at the red-faced man standing opposite her. He, however, only threw insults.

The commotion was broken for a short time when a tall doctor, carrying a clipboard in her right hand, approached the apparent future mother and spoke to her in hushed tones. That respite was short-lived, for the blonde resumed her frenzied tirade more vehemently than before, screaming, "I can't believe you did this to me, you stupid oaf! TWINS! You f--"

And that was when the father passed out, and Bulma jogged down the hall to catch up with the slowly retreating Vegeta.

The required forms had been filled out and signed during the last appointment, so the pair only needed to sign in at the desk in the hospital waiting room. All such places seemed to require an unbearably long wait, the length of which was directly proportional to the degree of apprehension felt by the patient. Bulma had not wanted to be there all day, so when she'd confirmed this appointment she specifically asked that Vegeta be administered to immediately.

Before they'd even managed to get comfortable on the padded benches lining the walls, a short middle-aged nurse with graying hair and arthritic fingers approached and beckoned them to follow her. "We have a bed ready for you, Vegeta. There's a hospital gown on it you'll need to change in to, and then when you're ready I'll insert the IV and start giving you some sedation. Is that all right?"

He nodded silently in response, and when they came to the curtained partition, he stepped out of view. Bulma took a seat in a nearby chair and, to pass the time, pulled out a banned book about a mental hospital run by a rather large female medical practitioner. A few seconds later…

"What the HELL is this, some sort of DRESS?" an enraged voice demanded.

Bulma chuckled. "It's just a hospital gown, Vegeta. The open part goes in the back. Do you need me to tie it for you?"

"NO! What is it with you always trying to get me into women's clothing?!"

The chuckle turned into an outright laugh. "No reason, Vegeta. No reason at all."

When the nurse returned with the IV and pulled the curtain back, Vegeta was sitting up on the bed with the thin hospital blanket pulled up to his midsection. He sent a pointed look to Bulma. "Your presence is not required."

"You want me to leave?"

The look on his face above the neckline of that light blue fabric affirmed it.

"What? How come?" She asked, confused.

"Because I don't want you here, obviously! Can't you take a hint? Get the hell out!"

Standing, she eyed him testily and before storming out the swinging door, said in a scornful tone, "Fine! I'll just go sit in the waiting room, where there are nice, friendly people to talk to! Not like here."

Vegeta watched her go, and sighed. The nurse, who had been present during the entire exchange preparing his left hand for the IV, raised a sardonic eyebrow at him. "Embarassed?"

He glowered.

"Thought so. She a friend or a girlfriend?"

"Neither."

"Ah. Love. So much worse for you, isn't it?" She inserted the needle under his skin. "It'll feel weird at first, but after a while, once everything kicks in, you'll be glad it's there."