Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Bulma in Me ❯ Chapter 20
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By: Cordelialove 
DID YOU GUYS REALLY THINK I'D END IT THERE?!!?
NO WAY!!!!!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.14.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 251 | Status: Work In Progress
DID YOU GUYS REALLY THINK I'D END IT THERE?!!?
NO WAY!!!!!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.14.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 251 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 20
I blinked my eyes against the blinding light. I felt numb and light and I could barely see through the glimmer.
“Well, good morning.” A cheery female voice greeted me.
I groaned loudly at the sound. She giggled in response.
“Yeah, you must be tired after your day, Miss Briefs.”
Miss Briefs?
I slowly opened my eyes and realized that I was in a hospital room. The sun shone cheerfully through the shades and a light beeping was coming from a machine hooked to my arm.
“What happened?” I croaked.
“You don’t remember?” she looked at me quizzically. She was a little shorter than me, with curly blonde hair and a big smile.
I shook my head at her.
She sat on the bed and took a blood pressure cuff out of her front pocket.
“Turns out you’re allergic to shell fish. Found out the hard way, I’m afraid…” She tightened the cuff on my arm and took my blood pressure.
“Shell fish?” I squeaked.
“Yup” she smiled, “poor girl, you’re throat closed and everything! When they brought you in here you were stable but you had some irritation from the reaction in your throat and you were unconscious. Turns out you are one of the rare people who experience anaphylaxis.”
I stared at her, confusion written across my face.
She giggled again. “In English terms it means that when you have a reaction to an allergen, you get dizzy and pass out in addition to the allergic reaction. You’re very lucky you’re dad had epinephrine on site. Otherwise we might not be speaking right now.” she looked serious for a minute, then giggled again and undid the cuff on my arm.
“You’re blood pressure is fine, your vitals are good, and you have some very anxious people waiting in the hall.”
I sat up, suddenly very nervous.
A second later my father’s worried visage appeared around the door, followed by my mother.
“Bulma!” she squealed, racing over to embrace me, sobbing.
“Oh peanut, we were so scared.” Dad held me tight, kissing the top of my head and patting my hair down.
“Oh God, Dad, I thought I was gone.” I sighed, hugging him back tightly.
“We thought so too, baby, we thought so too.” He kissed me again. “But you’re here and well. And hey, you’re hairs back to normal.” He smiled and ruffled my hair.
“Oh Bulma,” my mother was still sniffling, “why didn’t you tell us? Why would you keep something like that from us?” she dabbed her eyes and I could see the conflicting emotion there. She cupped my face in her hand.
“I couldn’t…I’m so sorry, but I didn’t want to upset you. I was sure that this would work and that you’d never know.”
“But it didn’t. Bulma, you almost died while taking another girl with you.” My father looked at me seriously and I looked down at my lap.
“I’m so sorry, daddy.”
He sighed deeply.
“It’s ok, baby, the point is you’re here and you’re healthy.” He stopped for a moment. “It is…you, isn’t it?” He looked into my eyes, searching.
I didn’t know. I had Katie’s memories still, though they were a little foggy, but for the first time I didn’t feel like two people. I looked and felt like Bulma, but I was Katie too. It seemed we were finally in sync. I looked back up at him.
“Yeah, daddy, it’s me.”
After what felt like hundreds of hugs and kisses the door to the hospital room opened and I looked up expectantly. All I could think about since I realized I was Bulma again was Vegeta. I needed to see him.
I was simultaneously pleased and disappointed to see David peer shyly over the threshold.
He saw me sitting up and burst into the room with a happy grin.
“Bulma! You’re ok!” I ran to the bed and hugged me enthusiastically.
I laughed and hugged him back. “Yeah, I’m fine, how did you know?”
“Bulma, he’s the one who saved you.” Dad was looking at me intently.
“What? But, how-“
“I knew about the plans, Bulma…” he stared at his feet, his color darkening. “I’m sorry, I was there working on our project when I came across the file. It seemed interesting so I followed your work. I didn’t know the test subject was you.”
I looked at my father, who put a hand on David’s shoulder and smiled warmly.
“David here showed up just after you passed out. He knew exactly what to do.”
David looked sheepish but pleased.
“Wow…I can’t thank you enough…I guess I should be pleased that you spent so much time in the lab without my knowledge…” I raised an eyebrow but smirked to let him know I wasn’t angry.
“I’m just happy you’re alright.” He hugged me again.
“Me too,” I smiled, “So dad, shellfish?”
He laughed. “Well, would you have preferred we told her that you’re genetic twin was rejecting the dimensional fusion?” He winked.
“No, I guess not,” I said, laughing.
I sighed happily before I realized that I still hadn’t seen Vegeta.
“Dad, where-“
“He’s outside.” He smiled knowingly, then stood and gestured for David and my mom to leave before kissing me on the forehead again and heading out of the room.
It seemed like an eternity while I waited for him to come. Finally he came in, his face in its usual expressionless façade. I watched him walk across the room and finally to my bed where he gingerly sat down.
I cleared me throat.
“Vegeta, I-“
Without warning he grabbed my face and kissed me roughly, almost desperate. When he finally broke the kiss I was gasping for air but he didn’t let my face go. Only stared into my eyes for a long time. He finally smirked.
“Your eyes are blue again, woman.”
“That’s what you say? How about ‘I’m happy to see you, Bulma’ or ‘I’m glad you’re not dead, Bulma’, I mean really, you-“
He cut me off with another kiss, digging his hands into my hair and moaning against my lips.
He pulled away and I sighed deeply, my eyes closed and his hands still in my hair.
“Mmm…you’re forgiven…” I whispered. He chuckled and put his forehead to mine, exhaling deeply, and saying everything I longed to hear without words.
“Knock knock!” the cheery nurse peeked her head into the room. “Sorry to disturb, but I had a few things to go over with you.” She had a clipboard clutched to her chest.
I pulled away from Vegeta and straightened.
“Oh? Is everything alright?” I questioned.
“Well, you were asleep for almost a day, so your father asked us to give you a thorough physical, testing for cancer as well.”
My heart began to speed up.
“The good news is you are cancer free.” She smiled widely. I breathed a sigh of relief.
“So...” I began slowly, “what’s the bad news?”
“Well…that depends on what you call bad news…” she looked down at her clipboard nervously, and then looked to Vegeta.
“Are you-“
“I am her husband. Whatever you have to say you will say with me present.” He barked, putting both hands on my shoulders possessively.
She smiled, unabashed.
“Ok. Well, you’re pregnant.”
I blinked my eyes against the blinding light. I felt numb and light and I could barely see through the glimmer.
“Well, good morning.” A cheery female voice greeted me.
I groaned loudly at the sound. She giggled in response.
“Yeah, you must be tired after your day, Miss Briefs.”
Miss Briefs?
I slowly opened my eyes and realized that I was in a hospital room. The sun shone cheerfully through the shades and a light beeping was coming from a machine hooked to my arm.
“What happened?” I croaked.
“You don’t remember?” she looked at me quizzically. She was a little shorter than me, with curly blonde hair and a big smile.
I shook my head at her.
She sat on the bed and took a blood pressure cuff out of her front pocket.
“Turns out you’re allergic to shell fish. Found out the hard way, I’m afraid…” She tightened the cuff on my arm and took my blood pressure.
“Shell fish?” I squeaked.
“Yup” she smiled, “poor girl, you’re throat closed and everything! When they brought you in here you were stable but you had some irritation from the reaction in your throat and you were unconscious. Turns out you are one of the rare people who experience anaphylaxis.”
I stared at her, confusion written across my face.
She giggled again. “In English terms it means that when you have a reaction to an allergen, you get dizzy and pass out in addition to the allergic reaction. You’re very lucky you’re dad had epinephrine on site. Otherwise we might not be speaking right now.” she looked serious for a minute, then giggled again and undid the cuff on my arm.
“You’re blood pressure is fine, your vitals are good, and you have some very anxious people waiting in the hall.”
I sat up, suddenly very nervous.
A second later my father’s worried visage appeared around the door, followed by my mother.
“Bulma!” she squealed, racing over to embrace me, sobbing.
“Oh peanut, we were so scared.” Dad held me tight, kissing the top of my head and patting my hair down.
“Oh God, Dad, I thought I was gone.” I sighed, hugging him back tightly.
“We thought so too, baby, we thought so too.” He kissed me again. “But you’re here and well. And hey, you’re hairs back to normal.” He smiled and ruffled my hair.
“Oh Bulma,” my mother was still sniffling, “why didn’t you tell us? Why would you keep something like that from us?” she dabbed her eyes and I could see the conflicting emotion there. She cupped my face in her hand.
“I couldn’t…I’m so sorry, but I didn’t want to upset you. I was sure that this would work and that you’d never know.”
“But it didn’t. Bulma, you almost died while taking another girl with you.” My father looked at me seriously and I looked down at my lap.
“I’m so sorry, daddy.”
He sighed deeply.
“It’s ok, baby, the point is you’re here and you’re healthy.” He stopped for a moment. “It is…you, isn’t it?” He looked into my eyes, searching.
I didn’t know. I had Katie’s memories still, though they were a little foggy, but for the first time I didn’t feel like two people. I looked and felt like Bulma, but I was Katie too. It seemed we were finally in sync. I looked back up at him.
“Yeah, daddy, it’s me.”
After what felt like hundreds of hugs and kisses the door to the hospital room opened and I looked up expectantly. All I could think about since I realized I was Bulma again was Vegeta. I needed to see him.
I was simultaneously pleased and disappointed to see David peer shyly over the threshold.
He saw me sitting up and burst into the room with a happy grin.
“Bulma! You’re ok!” I ran to the bed and hugged me enthusiastically.
I laughed and hugged him back. “Yeah, I’m fine, how did you know?”
“Bulma, he’s the one who saved you.” Dad was looking at me intently.
“What? But, how-“
“I knew about the plans, Bulma…” he stared at his feet, his color darkening. “I’m sorry, I was there working on our project when I came across the file. It seemed interesting so I followed your work. I didn’t know the test subject was you.”
I looked at my father, who put a hand on David’s shoulder and smiled warmly.
“David here showed up just after you passed out. He knew exactly what to do.”
David looked sheepish but pleased.
“Wow…I can’t thank you enough…I guess I should be pleased that you spent so much time in the lab without my knowledge…” I raised an eyebrow but smirked to let him know I wasn’t angry.
“I’m just happy you’re alright.” He hugged me again.
“Me too,” I smiled, “So dad, shellfish?”
He laughed. “Well, would you have preferred we told her that you’re genetic twin was rejecting the dimensional fusion?” He winked.
“No, I guess not,” I said, laughing.
I sighed happily before I realized that I still hadn’t seen Vegeta.
“Dad, where-“
“He’s outside.” He smiled knowingly, then stood and gestured for David and my mom to leave before kissing me on the forehead again and heading out of the room.
It seemed like an eternity while I waited for him to come. Finally he came in, his face in its usual expressionless façade. I watched him walk across the room and finally to my bed where he gingerly sat down.
I cleared me throat.
“Vegeta, I-“
Without warning he grabbed my face and kissed me roughly, almost desperate. When he finally broke the kiss I was gasping for air but he didn’t let my face go. Only stared into my eyes for a long time. He finally smirked.
“Your eyes are blue again, woman.”
“That’s what you say? How about ‘I’m happy to see you, Bulma’ or ‘I’m glad you’re not dead, Bulma’, I mean really, you-“
He cut me off with another kiss, digging his hands into my hair and moaning against my lips.
He pulled away and I sighed deeply, my eyes closed and his hands still in my hair.
“Mmm…you’re forgiven…” I whispered. He chuckled and put his forehead to mine, exhaling deeply, and saying everything I longed to hear without words.
“Knock knock!” the cheery nurse peeked her head into the room. “Sorry to disturb, but I had a few things to go over with you.” She had a clipboard clutched to her chest.
I pulled away from Vegeta and straightened.
“Oh? Is everything alright?” I questioned.
“Well, you were asleep for almost a day, so your father asked us to give you a thorough physical, testing for cancer as well.”
My heart began to speed up.
“The good news is you are cancer free.” She smiled widely. I breathed a sigh of relief.
“So...” I began slowly, “what’s the bad news?”
“Well…that depends on what you call bad news…” she looked down at her clipboard nervously, and then looked to Vegeta.
“Are you-“
“I am her husband. Whatever you have to say you will say with me present.” He barked, putting both hands on my shoulders possessively.
She smiled, unabashed.
“Ok. Well, you’re pregnant.”