Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Until Death ❯ Sick Again? ( Chapter 1 )

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

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball z. I'm writing this merely for entertainment purposes.

Quick Note :Yes, this is an alternate universe fic. It takes place in Vegeta-sei, where Vegeta happens to take on the role of the King when his father died. You will know more about this as the story goes on. This is a Bulma/Vegeta fic, so try not to get confused with the "other" character that's with Bulma. For age difference, it's located at the bottom of the story. Okay, now you may enjoy Until Death...

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Until Death

Chapter 1 - Sick Again?

"That same man is staring at you again, Bulma."

Sitting peacefully on a nearby bench was the King of Vegeta-sei was staring at her. Bulma didn't need Chi Chi to tell her that the man on the far side of the hospital parkette was gawking at her every few minutes or so. She could almost feel his gaze on her as she walked. Ugh. Besides, what would the King be doing here anyway?

“Ignore him,” Chi Chi whispered to Bulma as the walked by the small park.

“I'm trying!”

“He looks a bit attractive, to say the least,” Chi Chi giggled.

“This is not a dating club. I did not intend to come here and meet men.” With a frown, she entered the hospital entry, searching for the front desk.

“Well, I say why let a good opportunity slip away?” Being the married one, Chi Chi always loved to take care of her as if she were a child, even if she did have parents who were off to a different planet, Ariitzia, for science expedition. Kakkarot and Chi Chi looked great as a married couple, and Bulma always admired that when ever she saw them together.

Her best friend grinned. “I'm only trying to cheer you up, Bulma. And if you meet a gorgeous mate in the bargain, then what possible harm could there be?”

The last thing Bulma wanted to do was dwell on the frightening possibilities as to why she was in the hospital. She didn't want to lean on her possible suspicions. “I'm only here for a testing,” she said. “I'll be out by the end of the week.

“Hey, are you planning to attend the Harashi festival at the King's castle?”

“I can't make it,” Bulma said gloomily, “Even if my doctor releases me early, my parents said they won't let me go.”

“Why not?”

Bulma did not want to talk about it. Not while there was so much speculation about the origins of her numbing headaches. The headaches had built in intensity for the past several months, causing her to get dizzy, even nauseous to her stomach. When she had passed out during horseback riding eight days earlier, her parents had hustled her out of her cottage and into the city.

Or it could be the other thing. The “thing” she decided not to discuss with Chi Chi.

“I'm sorry I won't be able to go” Bulma said quietly, her crystal eyes filling with tears when she entered the lounge.

Chi Chi scooted over and seized Bulma's hands. “Please, don't cry. It is not your fault you can't make it. We can go somewhere else after you feel better. The beach? A party of my own? You name it.”

“Thanks. You're a true friend.”

Suddenly, a male voice burst upon the two females in the lounge. “There you are Bulma!”

Bulma looked up to see her friend, Yamcha. His spiky black hair shone, matching perfectly with his deep onyx spheres. She did not believe herself attracted to him, of course. But like Chi Chi had said, why not go for it?

She was glad to put on her short summer dress and wasn't wearing a hospital gown.

“I couldn't find you in your usual room,” Yamcha continued. “One of the nurses told me to check here. Are you feeling better?” He loved the way her cerulean eyes roamed over him.

“Nothing to report,” Bulma said.

Bulma told her suspicions to Yamcha, same as what she told Chi Chi. Once again, she omitted the information that she didn't want anyone to know. The headaches can't be related.

“I must go Bulma. I need catch the train before the rush hour. Until next time,” with that, Chi Chi stood up and hugged Bulma, disappointed to leave her friend so soon.

As soon as Chi Chi left, Yamcha eased them into the next available seats.

He glanced self-consciously around the room. “Is there any place less public than here?”

“My room…?”

“Let us make our way there,” Yamcha helped her to her feet right away.

The room spun and she clung to him. Must it take me a minute to get my balance whenever I change positions?

With concern in his eyes, Yamcha placed his arm around her waist, careful not to look too affectionate. He didn't know if she was “into” him yet, considering they were only friends. As they walked back to her room, Bulma felt the gaze of a man on the far side of the lounge area following them. She snuggled closer to Yamcha, inhaling his exotic aroma. Yamcha was always there by her side, warming her heart when life-obstacles erupted in front of her. She knew she could trust him with all her heart

Once they were in the privacy of her room, Yamcha took her in his strong arms and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. “I refuse to leave you for a week.”

A tournament was near in five and a half months and there was no way he could let this opportunity slip by. So training had to be done at least once a day. The annual Vegeta-sei tournament was always filled with many participants and audiences. It would be a pity to let this chance go by when the King was attending.

“Alright. Enjoy your time. But not too much. ”

Yamcha stayed for another hour or so and kissed her goodbye before he left. It would feel like an eternity before he'd ever see his cerulean beauty again.

Alone, Bulma felt the gloom return once more. It would be a couple more hours before her parents would arrive. Stop acting like a young child. She told herself. This isn't like before. Your seventeen now, not five.

Bulma got out her favorite novel and relaxed, though she hesitated when someone rapped on her door.

It was Nurse Shai, the woman who assisted Bulma in anything she needed. Curious, she asked the Nurse a question that had been nipping on her mind these two hours.

“Do you believe Dr. Lesto is a helpful doctor?”

“Yes, of course. He is incredibly intelligent. I am sure he'll suit your needs well enough.” She picked up the bag of cotton swabs, gesturing her last goodbye before she left.

Bulma only hoped Shai was indeed correct about Dr. Lesto.

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Author Note: The Harashi festival is like a celebration for saiyans. Just think of it like how we humans celebrate Christmas. The tradition is held by bringing a candle to the festival and at the end, the King lights each and everyone's candle, bringing happiness and pride to their planet, as well as luck.

Ages;

Vegeta: 27

Bulma: 17

Chi Chi- 25

Yamcha : 18