Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and Princess Diaries ❯ Kishi Mai Ikki ( Chapter 29 )

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Chapter Twenty Nine: Kishi Mai Ikki (Saving My Life)

Vegeta worsened horribly the next day. Bulma thought that perhaps it was because of their activities the previous night, which they had engaged in several times, but Vegeta scowled at her for even suggesting it.

The morning after he had awoken with a severe pain in his lungs. He had grasped at his chest with his hand and tried to fight the agonizing pain, but it had just gotten worse. He had switched back and forth from not being able to breathe to coughing and hacking, to the point where he brought up blood and had it dripping down his chin. Bulma had nearly passed out at the sight, but forced herself to throw on a robe before she rushed outside their room and screamed for a doctor to anyone within hearing range.

She had hurried back into their room, tears pouring down her face as she had tried to help Vegeta, but knowing that she was completely useless, just like she had been with Hokora. He had both hands clasped at his chest, as if he wanted to rip his very heart and lungs out to stop the pain. He could not stop coughing, it was so hard for him to breathe, he was wheezing and inhaling the blood he was coughing up, drawing it into his lungs and slowly suffocating himself. Dark, black blood was beginning to pour down his chin, and Bulma almost fainted at the sudden flashback.

Gurgling. Gagging. Choked, liquidy gasps for air. She saw limbs flying all over the bed; men were holding down the raving woman, and Bulma nearly screeched when the queen emitted a ghastly strangling noise and blood sprayed everywhere. Someone in the back of the room, presumably a servant, gagged and puked at the sight of so much blood.

Bulma rushed to the bed, only to see a scene from hell. Everything was flecked or doused in blood, including Hokora herself. Blood ran from her mouth, nose, and ears in a constant stream. Places on her skin split open just from a mere graze, and crimson blood oozed slowly onto the bed. She was struggling to breathe around all the blood, Bulma could tell that much. One of the doctors in the room, her father to be exact, shouted that her lungs were filling with blood and she was suffocating. No one knew what to do because she was struggling so much, almost as if her mind had gone or she was being tortured horribly....

Bulma felt the black void swirl around her just a second before the door crashed open and several people poured into the room. She swayed a moment before she righted herself, and then staggered from the bed and breathed in deeply to regain some control. She could not let herself become weak when Vegeta needed her.

She watched as the doctors hurriedly began to help Vegeta. She knew that she could not let what happened to Hokora occur again. The doctors had just let the queen suffer, for they had thought that they could not do anything to help her. She knew that she would fight for Vegeta's life until his last dying breath.

She heard a doctor cry for something-a technical term she could not figure out-and several seconds later everything seemed to calm. Vegeta's thrashing stilled, and for one horrible, terror-filled second she thought that he had died. It was only until the doctors around him ordered two of the nurses there to bring some equipment for her husband that she realized it was all right and that he had not died. They were just trying to help him.

She hit the floor a second later. No, she did not faint, but she could no longer support her legs. Tears poured forth from her eyes and she buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. By the gods, Hokora suffered through the same thing. All that blood, all the pain and thrashing and-I do not think I will be able to handle it again. Yamcha had been right when he had told me that it changes you after you see it. It has changed me...I cannot even stand to think about it. What am I going to do...when Vegeta finally does leave me? Am I going to be able to stay by his side and watch him suffer like that? Am I going to see all that agony, and relive those scenes every single day-for the rest of my life?

She nearly screamed when she felt a hand touch her shoulder. She stared wildly up at Chichi, who had heard all the commotion down in the room reserved for the guest of honor. She too was wrapped up in a modest robe, and her hair was untamed and tangled about her face, much like her own.

Chichi fell down beside her best friend and clutched her in her arms. Bulma thanked her and hugged her tightly, refusing to let her go. Her tears still continued to pour, but she felt much better with someone there with her. Maybe Chichi would finally understand what Bulma had gone through after seeing Hokora die the same way.

Chichi took in the damage around her, noticing the group of doctors and nurses around the bed and the various pieces of arriving equipment. She heard one doctor say something about his lungs being filled with blood and having to drain them, and another one saying that his lungs might be too delicate to perform such a procedure.

Another one yet said that even if they were too delicate, they would have to do something about it or he would die anyhow.

Chichi looked down at her ghostly white friend and hugged her again. "Let us go. I will take you to my room and you can stay with Kakarott and I. I am sure that nothing will happen to Vegeta, for he is in good hands. It is too much for you to stay in here and listen to all this. We will not be helping anyone by sitting on the floor and crying. Do you understand, Bulma?"

Bulma wanted to yell at Chichi for treating her like a child, but oddly, she felt comforted. She nodded and let her friend help her up and out of the chamber, at which she led her down the long hallway to the room she shared with her husband. However inappropriate, Bulma did not particularly care. No one was there to tell her whether or not she was doing something wrong, and anyhow, everyone was helping her husband and had completely forgotten about her.

Kakarott had just finished dressing when Bulma and Chichi came back into the room. He asked immediately if everything was all right, at which Chichi just shushed him and aided her friend into the still-warm bed. The princess curled up into a tight ball and cried into the pillow her head was resting on. Chichi watched as she cried herself to sleep, as she had been hoping she would do. Hopefully whenever she woke up, everything would be all right...and Vegeta would still be alive.

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It was odd, what happened in the next few days. After Vegeta's violent attack, he dramatically improved. Bulma had thought him to be on the brink of death, but in the next few days, when she not only saw his color return and his weight suddenly increase, she thought that maybe he had fought the plague and had gotten better. She immediately demanded tests to be done on him to see if just that was happening.

The doctors and scientists watched stunned at the sight of antibodies fighting the virus under several microscopes. Her father and Dr. Kanzaka were utterly intrigued; they could not figure it out for the life of them how Vegeta could suddenly get better out of nowhere. Therefore, they ordered a complete dissection of everything he had done, eaten, or anything in between, since he had gotten the Saiya-jin plague.

Bulma hugged her husband so many times in the next few days that she was sure that he wanted to yell at her and push her away. She just could not believe that he was getting better! Just seeing his skin return to normal from the almost white color it had turned was amazing, let alone how much of the weight and muscle mass he had lost returning slowly, but surely!

Even the pain in his chest started to go away, and he began to breathe normally. He seemed eager to prove that his health had returned by exhibiting a few carnal activities with her that he had not been able to do before, much to her delight.

It was the third day after his attack that Chichi and Kakarott finally decided to leave. They had come to see the king and queen put to rest, and now that Vegeta was getting better, they had decided that it was time to go back home. Vegeta had snorted and said good riddance, but Bulma had felt tears come to her eyes at the thought of losing her best friend again. She hated parting with her, and she made Chichi promise that she would write to her every day, or at least call her. Her best friend nodded and left her standing next to Vegeta's side.

Bulma stood at the doorstep of the palace waving until she could no longer see the horses and carriage. It was a happy, yet sad day, and she glared at Vegeta and told him that he was rude. He just gave her a look that she was becoming very familiar with, and she blushed and giggled when he swept her up into his arms and started making his way to their room.

"Your highnesses!"

Vegeta stopped and turned around, snarling at the thought of being interrupted. He was on a mission to enjoy many pleasurable hours with his wife, and now he was being stopped. This had better be good.

Dr. Kanzaka, who rarely ventured outside of the science wing, hurried up to the couple, who seemed to be acting like they were newlyweds on their honeymoon. He fought down the color that came to his face at the display of the prince holding his wife in his arms tightly against his chest, the princess's face glowing with apparent happiness and perhaps, something else. He cleared his throat nervously.

"Um, well, I just came to inform both of your imperial highnesses that Dr. Briefs and I wanted to talk to Prince Vegeta about some things so that we could possibly figure out how he had acquired the antibodies to begin fighting the plague. Would you perhaps be interested in coming down to the lab and speaking with us, your highness?"

"No."

Bulma gasped and wriggled in her husband's arms until he set her down. She fisted her hands and glared at Vegeta as she poked at his chest with her finger. "Yes you will, mister! I do not care what you say, you are going! I do not ever again want to see you suffer that way, for I do not think I could handle it again! I want to know right away what is helping you get better, and you will go with him if I have anything to say about it!"

Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and snorted. "As if one of you has enough power to force me there? I am the future king, after all."

It was amazing how a glare from Bulma could convince him otherwise. In less than five seconds he was mumbling under his breath about making his wife suffer unbearably as he followed the head scientist to the secret lab. His wife was walking next to him, positively glowing with happiness once again as she latched onto his arm and whispered sweet nothings to him. He just ignored her. He was mad at her for making him do something he did not want to do. What he wanted to do was take her to their room and-

"Here we are, your highnesses."

Vegeta was opened up to a world that he had only seen once before, and that had been when he was only ten years of age. It was the secret lab under the palace of Versai, which only a few selected people knew about. This lab invented and created so many things that not only brought in riches to Vegeta-sei, but also helped save many races from extinction just like the Saiya-jin race. It was beyond high-tech...it was the definition of the word. They invented things if they had equipment that was not good enough or out-of-date. It was the pride of the Saiya-jin kingship, for they could always rely on the scientists and doctors here to come up with anything and everything.

For the next several hours Vegeta was subjected to an irritating interrogation. Bulma sat next to him and clarified certain things or added parts that her husband had forgotten, or purposefully omitted.

He was asked anything that could possibly be thought of: where were you when you first came down with the plague, what did it feel like, what had you eaten that day, who do you think you came in contact with that gave you the plague? What did you eat in the days afterward, what was given to you for medicine? Charts and papers were brought out and left in piles around them as they wrote down everything that he had done since he had acquired the killing virus. He was even subjected to embarrassing topics such as: did you do anything sexual with your wife since the time you have gotten the plague? What kind of bodily functions have you experienced since you have gotten it?

It was almost too much for him to take, and just when he was about to burst from rage and storm out of there, his wife placed a calming hand on his arm and gave him a pleading stare. He grumbled and sat back down, subjecting himself to the torture.

He was telling the doctors and scientists what had happened the day before his violent attack with growing embarrassment as he thought about what he would have to say in a few minutes.

"It was a normal day for me. I took a bath and got dressed, ate breakfast." He was forced to elaborate exactly what he ate and how he ate it. Bulma giggled at how pissed he was. He was just so stiff!

"What did you do after breakfast?" Dr. Briefs asked, writing something else down on the various pieces of paper he had. The pile was starting to grow.

"I do not remember! I probably took a nap and then walked around or something!"

Bulma frowned at him. "He did take a nap, and then afterward, I laid down with him and we talked. That was all until lunch time."

There were about six people there, three of them scientists and the rest doctors. They all nodded and then asked for them to continue as they wrote down what had transpired. Vegeta continued to fume.

"Then what happened after that? What did you eat for lunch?"

"Um...I think it was vegetable soup again, right Vegeta? We were trying to get him to eat as healthy as possible."

The doctors murmured amongst themselves and ordered someone to go to the kitchens to find out exactly what the single cook had put in the food. They needed a complete list, together with how much they used of every ingredient.

Vegeta was looking sorely tested. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his facial expressions were severe. Bulma patted his arm once again to comfort him.

"Alright, while we are waiting for the ingredients for the food to return, what did you do after lunch?"

Vegeta scowled, hating to show how weak he had been. "I took another nap. It was longer than normal, about two hours. I woke up coughing, but it was not very bad so I ignored it. We had dinner after that." He paused, his body so stiff that Bulma wondered if it was painful. "Then we went to bed." He refused to say anything else.

The doctors, now getting used to his plain explanations, turned to Bulma without a word. "We had a small meal with steak, which I cut up for him. He had a horrible attack in the middle of dinner, and he could not breathe. I whacked him on the back and he began to breathe again."

"Is that all?"

She nodded, and then frowned and shook her head. "Well, I did cut my finger if that is of any consequence. Vegeta sucked the blood off it and then we went to bed and...well, did what married couples do."

There were a few sniggers and one chuckle, and the princess blushed. Vegeta wanted to threaten annihilation, but held his tongue. Damn fools, they acted like it was unnatural!

Dr. Kanzaka tapped his pencil against his chin as he thought. "You said that you cut your finger, right? And Vegeta sucked the blood off it, to say, clean the wound?"

She nodded, and then jumped when almost all of the men in the room dropped everything they were doing and went crazy. She heard someone say they needed a blood sample from her, and then another one from Vegeta, and then everything became a mixture of words blurred together. She had no clue what was going on, but all of a sudden her father was by her side, demanding that she come with him. She looked back at her husband, who looked just as confused as her.

Bulma was subjected to several tortures in the next few hours. She had so much blood taken from her that she almost felt faint, but she made herself strong if it meant that she might be able to save her husband. She heard several people say something about the antibodies saving Vegeta had come from her, her own blood, and that maybe her blood was the cure.

That brought along several other questions, and soon her father was next to her, going through several tests himself. She heard some more people saying that maybe it was Anausian blood that fought the plague, or maybe just alien blood in general. No one else but the Saiya-jins had gotten it, and aliens seemed to be immune to it.

Several other races joined her, all doctors and scientists from the labs. They quickly donated their blood and went back to work.

Bulma was permitted to leave soon thereafter. She felt tired and weak, and she wanted nothing more than to go to bed. Her husband obligingly carried her upstairs to their room, and curled up to her sleeping form as he thought.

What if the doctors are right? Could it be that my own wife has saved me from dying? Is it really her blood, her antibodies, that are fighting for my life?

He hugged her tightly against him, feeling a lump form in his throat. Thank you, Bulma...for saving my life.

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Author's Note: Aww, Vegeta is so emotional about Bulma possibly saving his life. But has she really saved his life? Maybe it was something else that caused him to get better. Review, and find out next time on The Prince and Princess Diaries!!!!