Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Bulma in Me ❯ Chapter 19
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Chapter 19
Dr. Briefs’ hand was clenching my own as the sound of Vegeta destroying the lab around us echoed in my ears.
I looked up into his eyes, brown to his blue, and smiled.
“You…are the…only father… I’ve known…” I said between deep gulps of air.
He smiled distantly, a tear from his cheek falling onto mine.
“I didn’t get to know you, my dear, but I knew my Bulma, and you must be an extraordinary young woman to have been genetically linked to her.” He squeezed my hand as the last of the blue disappeared from my hair.
Then the last of many tears fell from my eyes as Dr. Briefs kissed my forehead.
“Vegeta…” he called gently.
The dark prince was howling with rage, tearing apart the lab and destroying machines in his path, but at the tone in the old doctor’s voice he stopped.
He stood over me hesitantly, putting an awkward hand on the bed and fighting back what were probably the only tears he had ever shed.
“Vegeta…” I struggled for breath. He leaned in close, realizing with an almost cold awareness that I was about to speak my last. “My name…is Katie…” I wheezed and coughed, tasting blood on the back of my throat, but determined to finish my thoughts. “I’ve been here since the vacation started…”
His eyes widened, his lips were set in a thin line, his face expressionless.
“You…were more…than I could have imagined…and…and Bulma loved you…so much….” The blood was rising up my throat now. Vegeta’s arms around me were almost too tight.
“…I’m so sorry…” I coughed again, this time the blood on my throat lightly spattered his face. He made no move to wipe it away, just held me in shaking arms.
“I love you…Vegeta…” The darkness swept in and I fell back in his arms.
Dr. Briefs’ hand was clenching my own as the sound of Vegeta destroying the lab around us echoed in my ears.
I looked up into his eyes, brown to his blue, and smiled.
“You…are the…only father… I’ve known…” I said between deep gulps of air.
He smiled distantly, a tear from his cheek falling onto mine.
“I didn’t get to know you, my dear, but I knew my Bulma, and you must be an extraordinary young woman to have been genetically linked to her.” He squeezed my hand as the last of the blue disappeared from my hair.
Then the last of many tears fell from my eyes as Dr. Briefs kissed my forehead.
“Vegeta…” he called gently.
The dark prince was howling with rage, tearing apart the lab and destroying machines in his path, but at the tone in the old doctor’s voice he stopped.
He stood over me hesitantly, putting an awkward hand on the bed and fighting back what were probably the only tears he had ever shed.
“Vegeta…” I struggled for breath. He leaned in close, realizing with an almost cold awareness that I was about to speak my last. “My name…is Katie…” I wheezed and coughed, tasting blood on the back of my throat, but determined to finish my thoughts. “I’ve been here since the vacation started…”
His eyes widened, his lips were set in a thin line, his face expressionless.
“You…were more…than I could have imagined…and…and Bulma loved you…so much….” The blood was rising up my throat now. Vegeta’s arms around me were almost too tight.
“…I’m so sorry…” I coughed again, this time the blood on my throat lightly spattered his face. He made no move to wipe it away, just held me in shaking arms.
“I love you…Vegeta…” The darkness swept in and I fell back in his arms.