Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and Princess Diaries ❯ Doko Akuchuarutaimu Gojin Himaganai ( Chapter 28 )

Chapter Twenty Eight: Doko Akuchuarutaimu Gojin Himaganai (What Time We Have)

It was a sad day, indeed.

Bulma watched through her black veil as her mother- and father-in-law were both placed next to each other in the marble sanctuary where all kings and queens of Vegeta-sei were buried.

The tomb was enormous; it was above ground for one story, and then led underground several levels. Vegeta had showed her around it before the ceremony had began, much to her consternation.

As they had walked around, her husband had shown her almost every single king and queen that had existed since the Vegeta name had started. He mentioned every great feat and obstacle that any of them had prevailed; making her ask if he had been forced to memorize the history of his family. Her question had been answered with a simple "Yes."

She had walked around, noticing that the tomb was silent, eerily so. There were no noises, no sounds. All you could hear were your footsteps, which echoed ceaselessly.

She took care to take in all the architectural beauty of the tomb, noticing how everything seemed to be carved out of marble. One level was green and white marble, another black and white, and so and so forth with different colors. The ceilings soared above their heads, showing high curving beams that supported several levels above them. Bulma shuddered at the thought of the thousands upon thousands of pounds above her head being supported by nothing more than old crumbling stone.

Vegeta happened to show her something that severely freaked her out: where they were going to be placed when they died. It was stationed right across from the spot from where his parents were being positioned, which oddly, although scary, gave her some comfort.

After that he showed her how there were about twenty more tombs prepared for any of the kings and queens that would die in the future. He said that they would probably add onto the tomb once the last ones were filled.

Her husband had compromised with her after a small fight, for she had wanted Queen Hokora and King Vegeta to be together, whether or not they were to be cremated or buried or placed somewhere. He had absolutely refused to have them cremated and "scattered" throughout Vegeta-sei, for not only was it disgraceful for a king and queen, but it was absolutely atrocious for him to think of breathing in his dead parents. It had made her smile, but it did make sense. At least it would be sanitary enough for Vegeta, and she would be happy with them being together.

Chichi and Kakarott joined them right before the Saiya-jin holy man began speaking. Once the ceremony began, Chichi and Bulma watched as two men lifted up the heavy marble stone that would seal her second parents away forever. They placed it in the giant hole in the marble wall, and pushed it in agonizingly slow. It seemed like forever before they heard a soft boom, signaling that the crypt had been sealed. The Saiya-jin holy man blessed everything that needed to be blessed, which took another half hour that Bulma would have preferred being back inside with Vegeta. She had noticed that his condition worsened when he was outside. Old, ancient pollens, molds, and dusts made him cough, not to the point where it was unbearable, but it still scared her. She promised herself that she would keep him inside from then on.

After the ceremony was over, Bulma rushed her husband back inside and ordered something healthy to eat brought up to the room that they now shared. He scowled at her at the thought of being treated like a child, but he had the feeling that his wife would do her best to make him feel better.

Chichi and Kakarott left them alone, saying that they were going to go back to their room to pack a couple of their things. They had to get back home in the next week or so.

Bulma left her husband for a moment to consult her old nanny, who handed her something in a small hard container. "Rub this on his chest and back. It will help him breathe easier, relax him, and improve circulation to those parts of his body." Bulma took it and the small bag of herbs Nana also gave her. "Put a pinch of that in whatever he drinks. Tea should be fine. It will help him also, if I know anything about herbs."

Bulma thanked her and left, and when she returned the food was being set up on a small table in the sitting room connected to Vegeta's-no-their room. She excused the servant, who was, of course, an alien. She told her that she could set up the table and take care of Vegeta on her own and that she was excused.

Vegeta huffed and crossed his arms at the sight of the medicine in her hands. "I refuse. I just had all kinds of stuff injected into every possible part of my body the moment after you left. They said it should work right away. I feel nothing." Nothing except this horrible growing pain in my chest. It is getting harder to breathe....

Bulma glared him down, her hands on her hips. "I do not care what you want, Vegeta. You will listen to me for once. This will help almost all of your symptoms." She sat down next to him and prepared to remove his shirt. "Now either you obey me or you will get no food."

He could not help but smirk. "Demanding creature," he said, sounding almost fond to her.

She helped him remove his shirt, and then she took the small jar filled with some sort of thick goop that smelled like menthol and mint. She stuck her fingers in it and took out a small scoop, at which she rubbed it all over his back and chest. He cringed at the feel of it, and complained that it burned his nose, throat, and lungs. She shushed him and told him he sounded like a complaining child. He shut his mouth.

She helped him put his shirt back on, and she laughed at the incredibly disgusted look on his face.

"I do not want to move with this stuff on. I feel repellent."

She smiled at him and gave him his drink with a pinch of the herbs in it. She stirred it with a spoon and then forced him to drink it. He made a noise that sounded suspiciously like "Bleck!" which just made her smile all the more.

It seemed to her that after they were done eating their food, which consisted of a healthy soup and a tray of crackers with small cooked meats and cheeses, that he seemed much more relaxed. Bulma noticed several times that he breathed in much more deeply, as if he was savoring the feeling of so much wonderful air in his lungs. She just smiled at him and made him eat until he was so full he did not want to move, and then asked him to take a nap, which he just stared at her for even suggesting. He asked her, "Do I look like a toddler who needs an afternoon nap every day? I think not."

Which was just too bad, because he did anyhow. Bulma gave him the evil eye, and nevertheless, he was tucked into bed and out in five minutes. She just laughed to herself at how fast he had fallen asleep. He did not need a nap, indeed.

She left an alien guard outside his door just in case, telling him to check in on him every few minutes to make sure he was all right. The guard got the idea.

After leaving the guard and her slumbering husband, she made her way down to the scientific wing of the palace. She typed her way through all the codes and passwords, and was soon in the secret area. Hundreds of aliens buzzed around her, some flying, some crawling, some walking. She noticed the absence of Saiya-jins, except for the head scientist, Dr. Kanzaka. The man looked incredibly weary, which Bulma did not blame him for.

She stepped up to him and he smiled brightly, but it did not reach his eyes completely. Bulma smiled back, and asked him how he was doing.

"As well as an old man can be, I suppose," he said, sighing and scratching his head. "Bulma, I fear that we may not be able to find a cure before...before Vegeta dies. We have some scientists working right now on just finding some medicine that will help fight it long enough to delay the inevitable, so it will give us more time to concoct something to save him. You have noticed us giving him injections, have you not?"

Bulma laughed softly. "Yes, I have. It irritates Vegeta to no end. He is always telling me about how they prick him with needles in every part of his body." She smiled, her eyes growing distant, as if recalling a fond memory. "He is resting right now. He has not been feeling too well lately, however much he wants to deny it and hide it from me."

The doctor nodded. "Yes, typical male. It makes it even worse with how prideful Vegeta is. He refused to acknowledge sicknesses even when he was little. His father would preen and say that he would be an excellent leader one day."

Bulma felt depression at his words. "Doctor, there might not be one day if Vegeta does not get treatment. Have you found anything at all that might kill it, but have not quite figured it out?"

The genius scientist sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. "Of course we have. We've found hundreds upon thousands of things that fight it, but in the end, the virus just takes it over and kills it. The virus is just too strong. I am beginning to wonder if it will spread to other races and wipe out the universe."

Bulma gasped, her face turning white. "No, we cannot think that way. We must not give up hope. We have to think of every possible way to beat this thing. Even the most odd and ridiculous things must be used. You never know, what you are looking for to kill the virus might be right under your nose."

The doctor laughed. "That may be, my dear. Now, you must leave me. I have some very important work to tend to, and you have given me some much-needed inspiration. In the meantime, why don't you go visit your father? He misses you."

Bulma thanked him sincerely and left the scientist looking under a microscope. She found her father almost the same way, typing several things into a computer and then adjusting something under the lens of his own microscope. He did not notice her until she tapped him on his shoulder.

"Oh, Bulma! How is my princess today?"

Bulma told that she was fine, and then asked him how he was doing. He shrugged, and then went into some confusing jangle about how he had found something or other, and lost her a quarter of the way through. She had never been allowed to learn such things, and listening to them confused her. She knew that she would have loved to learn the sciences and mathematics that her father knew, but she was a girl, and she had not been as privileged on Anausia-sei as she was on Vegeta-sei.

"So you see, maybe if we just take this molecular structure and combine the nuclei through some sort of fusion, we might be able to..."

Bulma just continued to nod, and then asked him abruptly, "Dad, when are you going home? I imagine that Anausia needs her king, and mother probably misses you dreadfully."

He laughed to the point of hysteria. "Oh, Bulma! Did you not know that your mother has always been the one to run the planet? I never took a fancy to such things. She rules Anausia-sei with an iron fist. Our planet has never prospered so much in its lifetime as it has under her rule." He paused and thought for a moment. "And yes, your mother probably does miss me, but I imagine with all the planetary functions and courts to hold, she probably has no time. I will return when I find the cure, which I must soon. Both of our futures depend on it!"

Bulma nodded and left him with that, hoping to have given him some inspiration like Dr. Kanzaka.

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Bulma noticed after the next week that Vegeta was slowly worsening. Sometimes he awoke in the morning coughing uncontrollably, blood flecking his lips. Other times he had an extremely hard time breathing, to the point where his lips started to turn blue and his face a pasty white. Bulma caught herself crying almost every time, for she feared that one day it would be his last, and she would not be able to do anything about it.

She also noticed that her husband's dominant role in their relationship switched to her. Her husband slowly lost the ability to take care of himself as much as he used to, and became extremely weak. His eyes became hollow and he lost large amounts of weight. She found herself helping him bathe and dress in the mornings, eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He took two or three small naps every day, at which she did not move from his side. She wanted to be there every possible moment, just in case one of those moments was the last.

They were having dinner early one evening when Vegeta had a particular attack that scared her to her toes. For a moment she thought he was choking on his food, but the problem was that he could not get air into his lungs. He looked at her with panic written all over his face, and her heart stopped in her chest. She sat up and ran behind him, and started lightly tapping him on the back to help him breathe. He coughed, and she gave him a particularly hard whack that caused him to suck in a much-needed mouthful of air. She did it several more times, and soon he was breathing normal again. He sighed with relief and collapsed into her arms when she nearly threw herself on him, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Vegeta, you scare me so much when you do that! Are you all right? Do you need anything? A drink? Do you need to lay down?"

He shook his head, his face even more pale than it had become in the last week. "No, I am fine. It just felt like my airway closed up and my lungs ceased functioning. I will be fine now."

Bulma gnawed on her lip, wanting to worry over him and pamper him and do whatever she could for him, but she knew that his pride was already down in the dumps. She could not imagine how he felt when she fed him or clothed him. He must despise her for it.

She sat back down next to him on the cushioned seat. They now took their meals in their sitting room, for it was easier for both of them, and more comfortable for her husband.

She began cutting some meat into tiny little pieces for her husband to eat when she accidentally cut her pointer finger. She yelped and went to bring her finger up to her mouth to suck away the small droplet of blood and soothe the hurt, when Vegeta caught her hand. She watched with near awe as he brought it up to his own mouth and sucked the small wound, cleaning away the blood and easing the pain. He drew it slowly out of his mouth, as if relishing the taste and texture of her. She slowly drew her hand to her chest, mesmerized at his actions. They had not slept together since the night after the bathing pool experience, for Vegeta's stamina had severely decreased after that. She had not wanted to put any strain on him, and although he fought her nearly every night, she always won and he huffed and went to sleep.

They stared at each other for a long time, until Vegeta finally leaned over to catch her lips with his. She drew back from him, only to hear him say, "Please let me kiss you. I want you so badly. I just ask for one kiss, that is all."

How could she deny him? She moved back towards him slowly, and let him lean into her as their lips caught and held. She stifled a moan at the feeling of his lips on hers once again, all of the memories from them being together rushing through her mind and causing heat to flow through her whole body. His body against hers made her wrap her arms around him, wanting to hold and protect him, wanting to....

"Oh, Vegeta...I just wish...."

He silenced her with his finger. "You do not have to wish. We can do it...you just have to do all the work. I can show you...all you have to do is listen to me," he said softly, igniting her very core with his deep tones. His voice had become raspier in the past week, but it still held its attractive tone.

She nodded her head and they stood and hurried over to their rumpled bed. Bulma helped him undress, and as he made his way onto the bed, she undressed herself in hurried, sloppy movements. Vegeta chuckled as she bounded onto the bed, seeming to be more excited than him, but she could tell from that certain part of him that he was just as excited as her.

She laid next to him and began kissing him, not deeply and thoroughly, for she needed to make sure that he got plenty of air into his lungs. She gave him soft, soothing kisses that made both of them sigh with pleasure, and soon their hands were wandering all over each other, relishing in the feel of one another's skin as if they had forgotten.

When Bulma thought that Vegeta was finally going to crawl on top of her, he instead helped her to sit astride him. She looked down at him both frightened and amazed, for she had not thought that they could do it that way.

He chuckled at the look on her beautiful, blushing face. He stroked her cheek, unwilling to lose any contact with her. "I think you get the idea. All you have to do is move your hips up and down, or any way that you think feels good. Just experiment. I do not mind," he said huskily, taking a hold of her hand and placing it on his hardness. He closed his eyes at the feeling of just having her touch him, for surely it was pure bliss.

She nodded and grasped a hold of him tighter, causing him to suck in his breath as she positioned herself over him. At the feeling of his tip at her awaiting entrance he almost forced his hips forward, but held himself back and let his wife settle herself gently, slowly over him until he was sheathed completely inside her. He groaned from ecstasy at the feeling of his wife's exquisite body holding him so deeply inside her hot body, and knew that he was going to have a hard time controlling himself. He gritted his teeth and focused on a spot on one of the bedposts.

Bulma slowly became accustomed to the feeling of her husband inside her in such a way, and experimentally moved her hips. Vegeta hissed and threw his head back, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She looked at him with concern, but he seemed to be ignoring her. In fact, he seemed to be staring off into space! She frowned at him and narrowed her eyes. She would show him who was boss! She would have him at her complete and utter mercy....

She began moving her hips in an agonizingly slow pace, dipping up and down and then grinding herself against him. She moaned at the feeling, having missed it the past week. She had loved being with him like this, it made her feel so much closer to him than any other time when they were together out in public, or eating dinner or such.

Her pace quickened when the heat inside her began to build to an excruciating level. She felt her whole body tingle and her breathing became erratic. Her hands caressed their way from his stomach to his chest to get more leverage, and soon she was moaning to the ceiling amazed at the feelings of power and pleasure combined.

She gasped in surprise right before she climaxed, and she opened her startled eyes to stare down at her husband, who looked incredibly strained. He watched the look of ecstasy overcome her face, and it drove him right over the edge.

Several loud cries and a low groan filled the room at the same time, and they both went limp several moments later. Bulma collapsed on him and buried her face in his shoulder, promptly falling asleep. Vegeta smiled blissfully and thought to himself, if this were the last moment of my life, I would die a happy man....