Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Until Death ❯ Secrets Revealed ( Chapter 6 )

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

Disclaimer- I don't Dragonball Z. Credit belongs to Akira Toriyama.

Until Death

By: VCelestialGoddess

Chapter 6- Secret Revealed

“Vegeta…I will ma-” With that, Bulma crushed her lips against his, a burning flame of passion at the very tip, sending shocks of excitement down the nerve of Vegeta's spine. Never had Vegeta ever felt like this before. No woman could ignite this hidden obsession for a mate as she could. His hands slid up and down her silky, bare arms. It felt good to be straddled in his lap, melting her dripping lips against his. She would be his woman forever; no one could ever rest their paws on his possession.

Vegeta's mischievous hands had now slid under her short summer dress, basking in the sensations of her bare skin. While moving down to spread a trail of fiery kisses down her torso, he snapped off her undergarment, removing her dress along with that too. As soon as it landed on the ground in a silken pile, he took a moment to gaze at her beauty. Her eyes glazed with liquid, cheeks flushed with crimson; breasts heaved toward his direction. Bulma's lips were full and luscious, begging to be devoured again. Vegeta reached over and took control over her lips once more, deciding to go even further. His moist tongue had glided so effortlessly, exploring every crevice in her hot mouth. Both lips melted as one, as if they were then joined as one liquid, one bond.

Bulma needed to feel him much more than this. Desperately, she tore off his shirt, enlightened by the sight before her—a smooth, glossy chest, aching for a kiss on each pectoral. He was the perfection of all Kings, as if he was the only one ever dipped in an exotic liquid of gold, from the rare Fountain of Gold, attracting any woman who caught sight of him. She could feel his length straining for the need; a desire both needed to fulfill.

“More. Please, give me more,” Bulma whispered breathlessly against his lips, which twitched at the heat of her breath. His heated flesh roamed freely over her bare back, caressing her cheek with his furry brown tail. She trailed over to his soft ear, nuzzling his earlobe before nipping it tenderly; enjoying the way the flesh sank between her teeth.

His nose traveled down toward her ear, whispering words of drenched passion…and desires. “Yes. I'll give what you need. But first fulfill me. Tell me you lo-“

With consciousness knocking his mind once more, Vegeta sat up on his bed, beads of sweat dripping with ease down his chest and back, his heart racing with shock. What an odd dream, the beauty arousing enough to make his shaft tight and stiff. He thought he'd never dream about the cerulean beauty this way. No, never. Reaching up, he wiped the droplets of salty liquid off his forehead, glancing at the clock. Wonderful. It was time to wake. There went another disturbed slumber.

Vegeta walked over to his closet, picking out a new suit. He then entered into the bathroom, glancing at himself in the mirror. Why did he look so pale? So…lifeless ? Perhaps it was nothing. Maybe he just needed a shower to clean all the sweat off. Add breakfast to that and he would look as powerful as ever. He stepped into the shower, wincing as he felt the cold tiles against his feet. Vegeta quickly turned the knob on, waiting for the tiles to be rid of the iciness. Vegeta sighed as his skin basked in the sudden warmth of the liquid brushing on his chest. Today, he was supposed to have dinner with the Briefs and a business meeting to boot. And that meant the blue haired woman was joining them as well. Was she even old enough to be a woman? She didn't look enough as sixteen. Growling, he stopped his lust-filled thoughts about her. He was becoming weak! Why all of a sudden did he have to have this….this phenomenon of an emotion about her? He could think about other things, such as the cheque her family was to pay him today. Rubbing his muscular thighs with the unique scented soap, Vegeta conjectured how intriguing his day would be.

Dr. Lesto arranged for Bulma to receive her radiation treatments at Haravak Hospital. She would still have to make a trek into the city to see Dr. Lesto throughout her treatments, but at least she could be treated each day closer to home.

She tried to go to the hospital by herself Monday afternoon, but Valira wouldn't hear of it. “I won't tag along for all your treatments,” her mother assured her, “but I want to be there for the preliminaries.”

Bulma's radiation oncologist was a tall, slender woman by the name of Dr. Celia Seraphel, silver haired and sans makeup. She explained about the treatments thoroughly and then carefully shaved away a hank of Bulma's thick cerulean hair at the base of her skull. While studying Bulma's X-rays, she took a pen and mapped out the area that was to be bombarded with gamma rays. Next, Dr. Sereaphel used a small needle to make permanent dots in the skin at the base of Bulma's skull. It didn't really hurt, if anything it felt like tiny pinpricks. “Little tattoos,” the doctor called the specks, “so that the technician can always align the machine precisely.” Her hands were quick and felt like the fluttering wings of small birds in Bulma's hair.

Valira watched intently. “I thought this was all behind us,” she said. “I feel as though we were lulled into a false sense of security.”

“Bulma's case is unusual,” Dr. Seraphel answered. “This one is rare—one in a thousand.”

Why do I have to be the one? Bulma thought miserably. It was a question no one could answer. Bulma straightened her hair, combing it over the bare spot at the back of her head. She felt as if everyone could see the blue marks through the veil of her hair, though her mother assured her that nothing showed.

“Be careful when you wash your hair,” Dr. Seraphel said. “We'll re-mark the area from time to time, but don't get soap on the skin.” Bulma couldn't imagine how she was going to wash her hair and make it impossible to not get soap on the area. The doctor continued. “You will lose some of your hair, but because the treatment is so localized, I hope it won't be much. You may experience dry mouth and food may lose some of its taste, but do not let that keep you from eating. You need the energy. Also, your skin will get red at the site, but don't use any creams. These treatments interfere with the rays. Toward the end of the treatment you may experience fatigue. All these symptoms will vanish once the treatment is completed.”

“Can't I start today?” Bulma asked.

“Tomorrow,” Dr. Seraphel said. “But let me show you the equipment we'll be using. It's state of the art.”

They entered into a large room with a huge machine. It sprouted a thick mechanical arm with a cone-shaped device at one end. “We'll point this at your skull, aim it at the tumor, and zap the growth,” the doctor explained as she touched the cone. “I'll take more X-ray images periodically to track the tumor's shrinkage.”

Bulma sensed her hands growing clammy. Memories from when she was five years and the terrifying scenes flooded her mind. She told herself that fear was irrational. “I'll be back tomorrow,” Bulma stated. Nerves echoed through her voice, as her mind was telling her that she absolutely had to get away from the machine, the room…just everything.

Bulma stood in front of her massive wardrobe, her mind puzzled at what to wear. Formal or semi formal? It would be easy to find a hair style that would cover the exposed spot, but a dress? It had been awhile since she attended such a gathering in a long time. If Bulma were to stay home, she wouldn't find it very pleasant all alone.

Valira burst delightedly in her room, carrying a large shopping bag in her hand. “Guess what I have sweetie?” her mother exclaimer cheerfully.

“Something to wear?” Bulma replied in a neutral tone.

“Wow! You are right!” With a giggle, she dumped the contents on the bed. Hm. How did I guess…?

Valira lifted the dress to see if the length measured her figure. The fiery crimson garment was no longer than knee length, filled with shimmering, flecks sequins around the edges. Sleeveless, the dress came with a scarlet shawl, co-coordinating with the high-heeled slippers that lay on her bed.

“You bought me a whole outfit?”

“Yes! The sandals, shawl, dress, and jewelry were purchased for a great deal!” Shawl and dress? Jewelry? Sometimes Bulma wished her parents didn't shower gifts above her for any mere occasion. If she scored a perfect on her physics test, gifts were left on her bed the next day. She didn't mind, she appreciated the gestures. But too many gifts were…well unusual. Bulma picked up the gold necklace, its ruby charm dangling with diamonds.

“Thank you mother. But isn't this a little too formal?”

Her mother frowned. “Of course not! The King admires people who respect him and dress appropriately,” Valira ended with a smile.

“Is this how you dress every time you meet him?” Bulma wasn't sure about this “royal” thing.

“Indeed! I have to look beautiful all the time!” With another giggle, she left Bulma to get ready herself on her own.

Bulma gracefully slipped on the red outfit, tying the closure at the back. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Bulma did like the way it fitted snugly against her figure, the sequins bringing out the twinkle in her eyes. “Oh, darling? I forgot to give you the purse too!” She handed Bulma the purse and left for good. With a sigh, Bulma began to create a hair style that would cover the hairless area on her head.

“Let me straighten out the confusion. Just how do the items end up in this capsule?” Vegeta questioned the very item the Briefs brought with them. Every invention always fascinated his mind. The beings around the galaxy would be just as fascinated as he was at the miniscule container.

Bulma and everyone else had just finished their dinner, sitting at the table, watching her parents explain the items to Vegeta. To be honest, this wasn't what she had predicted. The King never once did his usual staring sessions. He simply greeted her and the parents, but mostly focusing on the two scientists. Perhaps he had enough of her beauty? Although she didn't seem to mind, she was afraid that if she ever faced him, she might have to tell him about her illness, as Bulma promised him last night during their encounter; the more she stared at his features, the more she wanted to touch him—to feel him under her flesh.

“These trinkets make life easier by holding large size items, compress them, simply holding them in this capsule, that is the size of a thumb?” Vegeta was more than dumbfounded. He never once laid his eyes upon an invention like this before.

“Yes. This also makes it easier to travel with. Good for imports and exports,” Mateo was enjoying the King's interest. He may have been the first one to ever impress the man. With the looks he was getting, Mateo felt sure that the King would give him loads and loads of leshroi straight into his pockets.

“Excuse me. I am sorry to interrupt. But may I ask where the restroom is?” Bulma needed a place to walk. Maybe even to do some exploring here and there.

“Upstairs, turn left, first door at the corner,” Vegeta explained, too occupied gazing at the mysterious capsule. He didn't even look at her! When he heard the sound of the chair being pushed against the table, Vegeta glanced quickly at the girl, her long tresses flowing gracefully against her crimson garment. Vegeta didn't want these emotions to erupt inside of him again. Instead he focused his gaze at the intelligent scientists. “I'll purchase two whole crates of these,” Vegeta said with a smirk.

The couple's mouths dropped in astonishment. Could this King be any wealthier? “Sir, I—”

“I am certain. I believe you are the first to create this. The invention is not around this galaxy, so every being would love to have their hands on these.” Vegeta's riches would skyrocket from simply selling these precious containers.

Bulma could felt as if she were a lost child walking through a maze. In every corridor, there were just endless lines of doors and doors leading to…where? She recalled Vegeta saying “first door at the left corner”. Assuming it was the right one, she turned the knob, only to find it stuck. Locked! Bulma frustratingly looked around for the same door. Which person locks their bathroom door? She strolled along the corridor, when suddenly she felt a sharp pierce against her skin. A thin wire seemed to be protruding out of the wall, no longer that a finger. Though the cut she received was as long as her whole hand. She cradled the cut, observing how deep it was, finding tiny specks of metal shavings in the slice. The blood was seeping fast out of her flesh and if Bulma didn't find a bathroom, she would turn into a gory mess!

Kicking open the nearest door, she saw what looked like a large bedroom. Still embracing her injury, she was relieved to find a bathroom. Bulma quickly searched the cupboards for gauze. Wrapped neatly around a container was a cloth, securely holding the cover and the container together. Disappointed, she only found bottles of pills.

Swallow two pills before every meal. Do not exceed limit unless given permission by doctor. These pills help digest food when diagnosed with lystic klyrosis. This medication should not be taken for any minor sicknesses, such as stomach flu.

Who would be sick around this castle with Lystic klyrosis? No one looked ill here, depending on whose bedroom this was. Bulma continued to search the many medications in the container. But still no gauze.

Intake one pill a day. These antibiotics counter lung infection for people diagnosed with lystic klyrosis.

And the next bottle said:

Vitamin A, D, and C are necessary for people diagnosed with lystic klyrosis. Vitamins and energy are vital.

All this snooping didn't seem safe. Quickly tucking back all the pills in the container and tying back the cloth, she placed the bottles back in the sink cupboard and closed it. With luck, Bulma found what she had been looking for this whole time. A gauze. She ripped a piece off, wrapping it tightly around her wrist, wiping off the excess blood; washing her hands after. Bulma made sure her appearance was perfect, hiding the bare area with her hair. She combed the blue tresses over, placing a clip at the back to hold the front pieces of hair tightly.

Before she could make it down the stairs, her parents were already up, disappointed looks on each of their faces.

“What happened? Did everything go smoothly?”

“Yes darling. But there happens to be a huge storm outside, it's raining quite heavily to even make it back without being soaked. So Vegeta let us stay here for tonight. Don't worry; I'll inform the hospital that you are with me. Hopefully the storm will stop by tomorrow evening, so your treatments can begin as usual.” With a grin placed on Valira's face, she took out a capsule. “Luckily, I always carry spare clothing!”

“I will show you around, and you can pick your rooms.” Vegeta growled quietly to himself. He didn't like having guests over but these in particular had just given him a form of wealth, so he thought it was fine for now. Especially when here staying was a cerulean beauty.

After Bulma showered, she slipped into her sleeping gown. She was very tired after these entire day events, the radiation tiring her the most. She sat on the bed, peering through the darkness. Even though she was weary, slumber didn't approach her. Bulma stared at the computer in the room. Maybe she could research the lystic…whatever thing on the computer before going to bed! She jumped off her bed in a hurry and sat happily on the chair. Finally. Something to do!

Bulma typed the illness in the search bar. On the screen were many results returning information such as symptoms, diagnosis, and more.

Lystic Klyrosis is a chronic disease that affects the lungs and digestive system. A defective gene and its protein product cause the body to produce unusually thick, sticky mucus that clogs the lungs and leads to life-threatening lung infections; and obstructs the pancreas and stops natural enzymes from helping the body break down and absorb food.

This explained the digesting pills! But who would have this disease in the castle?

Symptoms of LK include:

Very salty-tasting skin;

Persistent coughing, at times with phlegm;

Blood emitted with the wheezy cough-

“Why are you still up?”

The booming of the voice had sped up her heart beat. Bulma closed all the applications and turned around to see a frowning King before her, leaning casually against the doorway.

“I'm sorry. I should have asked,” Bulma replied softly.

“I really don't care weather you use my furniture or not. But just to see you damn awake while your parents asleep disturbs me!” Vegeta was angry. She should be using this time to sleep! Not make a fool of herself and completely disrespect him. He wasn't sure if she was the one that went through his belongings. The scent that lingered there smelled like her blood.

“I know. I apologize. But I do not feel sleepy,” Bulma said as she crawled in the bed. She looked like a little child, as if not being able to sleep because she forgot her stuffed animal.

Vegeta approached her, afraid if he was going to ask what she had thought he would. Bulma giggled softly.

“I just remembered. My eighteenth birthday is three weeks away,” Bulma grinned.

Pardon? This girl was…young! No wonder she wasn't interested in him, he was eleven years her senior. Vegeta was about to ask her one more thing when her eyelids closed, shutting the bright sapphire gems that shimmered before him with utter beauty. Helplessly, he bent down, returning the kiss she gave him last night. Her warm skin made his lips shiver under her touch; Vegeta parted the strings of her bangs to expose more of her skin. Turing her body over to a more comfortable sleeping position, he removed the spiky clip, eyes widening in surprise as he caught sight of her bare spot. The skin was filled with tiny blue dots, begging to be touched by sympathy. No. It wasn't right to invade in her privacy. Neatly, he fixed her hair with the clip, placing it on the upper part of her hair. Vegeta draped another blanket over the sleeping figure, caressing her cheek before leaving.

Was she the one that used the bathroom near the bedroom? Vegeta thought confused. He never kept his pills in the same bedroom. He would hide them in a different room just in case of an invasion like this by a castle member. Why would she even search his belongings? But the white cotton gauze caught his attention. He walked over and gazed at her hand, examining the size of the cut. This was another clue! He lay her hand down and stormed out of the room, somehow having fury against the young girl.

Vegeta entered the bathroom that Bulma used, sniffing the strong aroma. There, on the floor, he found drops of blood near the cupboard. Yes. This scent is her! Growling, he slammed the bathroom door shut, thinking about her recent discovery. It wasn't like she knew exactly whose bedroom this was. But to ensure privacy to any prying eyes, he would have to maybe put a lock on his belongings. No… It would look to obvious. For now, he decided to keep the pills there. It was only for tonight, the girl would be leaving his grounds for good the next day.