Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and Princess Diaries ❯ Bakari Hitomukashi ( Chapter 32 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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Chapter Thirty Two: Bakari Hitomukashi (Only Time)
 
 
Beep.
 
Bulma awoke to the sound of a soft beeping noise. It filtered in through her sleeping brain, and she slowly awoke herself. She felt drugged, as if she should have still been asleep and her body did not want to wake up. It was as if her mind wanted to keep her asleep to prevent her from feeling any agony from Vegeta's death.
 
She curled onto her side as she fought the consciousness, sighing deeply as she buried her nose into blissful, wonderful smelling warmth. It felt so heavenly that she almost fell right back asleep, the comfort of whatever it was lulling her and consoling her. She really needed it...that dream had really disturbed her.
 
There was a sound, a familiar one, but she could not place it. She felt like she was dreaming, floating on a cloud of ecstasy. She could see her husband wreathed in white, like a dark angel, standing in front of her, smiling...holding out his hand. She wanted to touch that hand; she wanted to reach out to him with everything in her being. His smile grew, and she heard his voice echo around her. It was soft, soothing, relaxing. It comforted her.
 
“Wake up....”
 
She giggled and ran to him, floating through the god-like haze around her. She felt like she was glowing, like she was an ethereal being. She made long, graceful jumps toward him, trying to reach the man she loved. This was possibly the only chance she had.
 
“Wake up, Bulma....”
 
She felt awareness consume her, and the ethereal feeling around her and inside her vanished. She felt her consciousness tug at her, and she realized with sudden, unwanted clarity that she had been dreaming. No, not again....
 
“B-Bulma...wake up. P-p-please....”
 
Her eyes flew open at the feeling of someone's hand on her shoulder. She turned slowly, cautiously, to look at her left side.
 
He was alive.
 
Her eyes collided with the darkest, most beautiful black orbs that she knew she would ever see in her life. Tears gathered in her eyes and fell immediately, before she flung herself into the delicate arms of her husband. She cried and cried, nearly choking on her own sobs as her husband drew in a deep breath and just held her. She laid there for what seemed like forever before it dawned on her that there was no possible way that her husband could have been alive. She had seen him die...she had watched the doctors try to revive him in the science wing, to no avail.
 
The alarm on the heart monitor had gone off for hours...hours....
 
She pulled out of his arms, her hands trembling as she tearfully cupped his face and whispered brokenly, “But...but you are dead.”
 
His pale lips moved open, and his faint, weak voice said, “No...not d-dead.”
 
Her heart burst with emotion, not understanding how he could be alive, but knowing that somehow he was, and that she was there, holding him and not hurting him.
 
She pulled away again, her fingers still trembling as she caressed his face, needing to touch him.
 
“H-how?” she asked, not able to form any other words on her tongue. Her throat felt constricted from all of her tears and emotion, and it was hard to speak around the lump lodged there.
 
“Doctors...saved me,” he said hoarsely, his fingers running through her hair over and over again. He only managed a few times before his arm became weak and it fell to his side again, unmoving.
 
“What...what happened? I saw you die, Vegeta. The alarm on the heart machine kept blaring...it never stopped. It never stopped, Vegeta,” she said quietly, her voice and lips trembling. She could still remember the horrid scene of her husband's blue lips, the doctors trying unsuccessfully to get his heart started again. He had been so still....
 
Vegeta was quiet for a while before he spoke. “I do not...really know what happened. All I know is...is that I am alive...barely...but alive.”
 
She hugged him, wanting to squeeze him with everything she had, but she dared not to. If he was barely hanging on by a thread, then she did not want to chance anything.
 
She jumped up with sudden alarm and stared down at his pale visage. “But the vaccine! My father and Dr. Kanzaka found it! They finally figured it out! All they had to do was make one and inject you with it, and you would be saved! But you...your heart stopped, and we did not have enough time to create one.”
 
“Have...one.”
 
She felt both hope and confusion fill her at the same time. Was that how they had managed to save him? “You...you have one? They gave you one?” She stared at him, her eyes wide. “But...but how? They told me that it would take a while to make one...how is it possible that you are still alive?”
 
“We saved him through a blood transfusion.”
 
Bulma jerked towards the sound of her father's voice. When she made the movement to begin standing, he held his hand up to still her. She slowly laid back down next to her husband, as close to him as she could possibly get without actually being on top of him.
 
She watched her father as he stepped up to their bed on Vegeta's side. He went through several systems checks, and then went through his vital signs and charts. He smiled and nodded, and Bulma was just dying to know how Vegeta had been saved.
 
“So? How did you save him, father? How is it possible?”
 
Her father sighed and set the chart down that had been in his hands. He looked at the wall on the far side of the room, as if remembering something disturbing.
 
“I am not even sure myself, daughter. All I know is that only a moment after you fainted in the science wing, Vegeta somehow managed to come back. The doctors, the scientists...everyone was shocked. We could not believe that he was still alive. We had been expecting at any moment for his chest cavity to collapse from the pressure we had been exerting on it, but it had not. He was horribly bruised and we had cut him pretty bad from the urgency to save him.” The King of Anausia looked down at the floor, and then to the visage of his glowing daughter. It was amazing to see her looking so beautiful even after the trauma she had gone through with almost losing her husband.
 
“After we revived him, we immediately went to work on finding a temporary way to get the antibodies in him so they could start healing and repairing him. It did not take long for us to decide on giving him a blood transfusion. There were some complaints about how we could not just give him anyone's blood, for he was the High Prince of Vegeta-sei.”
 
Vegeta snorted, which made Bulma laugh because it sounded so weak. She patted his arm and then kissed his cheek, which seemed to make him feel better.
 
“There had been many volunteers for it, but in the end we had to decide on one of the only two royalty there, so we would not be insulting the Royal Crown too badly. It was between me and you, Bulma.”
 
Bulma nodded, wanting to hear the rest. The suspense was killing her, and knowing that Vegeta was alive, lying next to her, only attested to the fact that something had been done right.
 
“I knew right away that it could not be me,” Dr. Briefs said, shaking his head and laughing at the same time. “I do not have a universal blood type, and no one knew the specific blood type that Prince Vegeta had. But, I knew that you, my dear, did have a universal blood type, something that you got from your mother.”
 
Bulma sighed with relief. So she had actually saved Vegeta's life. She hugged him tighter to her side.
 
“We immediately took the blood from you, although you were unconscious. You were out, believe it or not, for three days. We fed you with intravenous needles, if you are wondering why you are a little pale and thin. However, I thought that you would not mind about your condition as long as Vegeta was alive.”
 
Bulma nodded and buried her face into her husband's armpit. Vegeta chuckled, a rusty, but beautiful sound. She sighed blissfully.
 
“We gave Vegeta your blood, and almost immediately he was healing. He is going to be weak for a long time, but until we have the true vaccine, we are going to have to give him blood transfusions. We are almost done developing now, truth be told. Dr. Kanzaka and I have been working our tails off, trying to save you my boy.”
 
Vegeta wanted to glare at Bulma's father, but he knew that he had to be thankful. Even though the doctor had said some things that pissed him off, he was still grateful. The old man had given him another chance at life, a life that he had almost lost. He promised himself that he would not take life for granted again, especially when he had someone like Bulma by his side.
 
“Thank you,” he said softly, watching Bulma's father closely. The old man smiled and nodded, as if that had been all that he had wanted to hear.
 
“You are welcome, my boy. Now, I am going to heading back down to the science lab, and hopefully by tomorrow we will be ready to give you the vaccine, and stick you in a regeneration tank. That should speed up the healing on your bruising and cuts. You are pretty beat up.”
 
Vegeta frowned but nodded. Whatever he had to do, he would do it. Looking down at his smiling wife, he knew that even if he had to do something absolutely atrocious, he would do it...just for her.
 
 
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Bulma shuddered at the sight of the very long needle being thrust straight into her husband's bruised and cut abdomen. He did not even flinch, which made her wonder at Vegeta's pain tolerance, or even how he could handle the creepiest things. Needles scared her when they were that long.
 
Her father withdrew the needle and wiped off the dot of blood that had appeared with a sterile cloth. Vegeta drew in a deep breath and stood, clothed only in a pair of black spandex shorts. He looked horribly thin, disgustingly malnourished, bruised, bloody, cut up, and tired...but he alive.
 
It was about ten minutes later when Bulma waved goodbye to her husband as he was placed gently in the regeneration tank. The mask was slipped over his face and several attachments to monitor his heart and brain were stuck on his chest and forehead. She could see him smile faintly before the door was closed and the tank started filling with the clear blue liquid. Almost as soon as the liquid engulfed his weak form, he was placed into a sleep-like state, were he would be able to heal even faster.
 
Vegeta's healing time would be a while. She had seen the physical damage that had been done outside his body, but she could not even comprehend what had been done inside his body. He would be in the tank for days.
 
She stood, sat, slept, ate, did everything in front of that tank for the next several days as her husband healed. She watched the minor cuts and bruises disappear within only an hour, others within the day, and then watched as some of his form became filled out again from the nourishment that the liquid was providing him. His color returned; the pronounced bones went away as his body developed fat deposits and muscles again. He was still very thin, but that just meant that he would have to eat like a beast for a while and exercise...within a reasonable extent. She knew that she would be hovering over him like a mother hen for a long, long time.
 
She watched the doctors and nurses come in and out of the room for those few days, checking and monitoring him. Everything looked good...in fact, better than good. The doctors were so impressed, they predicted that he would be out of the tank a day earlier than what they had thought.
 
By the time Vegeta was ready to come out of the tank, he looked almost like he had before he had gotten sick. She watched him with her heart in her eyes, loving the way that his serene body floated peacefully, almost contentedly in the healing liquid. His hair looked wavy and swayed slowly in the bubbles that floated slowly upwards. His eyes were closed; his face was relaxed. He looked incredibly young, and so much healthier. He was alive.
 
The doctors, nurses, and scientists that had worked on the plague project that had almost destroyed Vegeta-sei were all in the room when Vegeta was ready to be released. The nurse monitoring him began draining the fluid in the tank, awaking Vegeta from his sleep. He blinked a few times before he awoke completely and realized where he was. His eyes scanned the room as the fluid continued draining, his eyes almost immediately finding hers. His stiff stance melted and a big smile appeared over his lips, and once the liquid was completely drained and he was free of the tank, he was instantly in her arms.
 
Bulma began crying as soon as her husband swept her up into his arms with a strength and vigor that he had not possessed for a long time. He held her so tightly to him, like he never wanted to let her go.
 
Bulma held him closely, tears seeping slowly from her eyes as she felt his warm, strong body against hers. So much had happened...so much loss, so much death. She had lost her mother- and father-in-law, she had lost a lot a friends, she had lost many subjects. She had almost lost her husband...the one thing that she knew she would have given her life for. Hokora had been a tremendous loss, but there had been no way to save her. Losing King Vegeta had been harsh too, but she had known that the aging king would not have lasted long without his wife next to his side.
 
So many people had died...so many children, women...she knew that there would be no way to dig up all those people in their mass graves and identify them. There were too many...they would remain unknown for the rest of Vegeta-sei's history.
 
Once they managed to create enough vaccines for everyone returning to Vegeta-sei, they would start sending beacons to the Saiya-jins on Inguine-sei and Tanite-sei, or wherever else they all were. There would be millions upon millions...possibly even billions. There was a lot of work to do, and it all started with her and Vegeta.
 
Bulma looked up into Vegeta's eyes, her eyes shining with tears and utter joy. She caressed his face softly with her thumb, her whole being unable to express her gratitude.
 
“I love you,” she whispered, her hand trembling against his cheek. Vegeta's gentle smile grew, and he pulled back against him tightly.
 
“I love you too,” he said softly against her ear, squeezing her once more.
 
Bulma knew that this was just the beginning. Now that everything was going to be all right, her and Vegeta had to be crowned as the rulers of their planet. So many things had to be restored, so many things righted. All of the Saiya-jins had to return, and they all had to be treated and given the vaccine. There was no telling what kind of condition anything was in, for they had lost contact with most of the planet due to lack of people being alive or able to do it.
 
But one thing was sure, once they were crowned the King and Queen of Vegeta-sei, their planet would prosper like it never had, and it never would again.
 
 
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Author's Note: *SOBS* Oh my gosh, the next chapter is the last one! I WANT TO CRY! I have been writing this story for over a year, and you guys have stuck with me through it all! I hope I don't let you down with the ending and the sequel!
 
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