Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta's New Love ❯ The Angels are crying for us tonight ( Chapter 19 )

I don't own DBZ...don't sue me plz. Angel is of my creation, plz don't steal her.

**__** Is a flash back in Vegeta's pov. Pull out the tissues..You might need them.

A voice and his body being shaken snapped Vegeta awake. He glanced down to see Bra hap hazardly lying across his lap sleeping.
"Sir, we have some good news and we have some bad news." Said a blonde nurse standing above Vegeta. The Senshi had stayed with him the entire time all falling asleep or exploring around the hospital to pass the time as they waited for news. He stared at the nurse with emotionless eyes.
"Get on with it! I want all the news." he spoke rudely to the nurse. The sound of Vegeta's gruff voice echoed around the waiting room waking most of them in the process.
"Well, for the good news, we have Ms. Mitchell out of surgery and in recovery right now. The doctors had to deliver the baby by c-section so they could repair some of the internal injuries. Your daughter is in the neo-natal intensive care unit but they are not sure if she is going to survive." Bra lifted her head at the news; she looked up at her Dad, his eyes still staring at the nurse with no emotions showing.
"That brat isn't my daughter. I could care less if it survived or not." He spat coldly earning several glares from Goku, Trunks, and his own daughter.
"I'm sorry sir..I.. Ah.I."
"Get on with it I haven't all day to listen to you stutter."
"Well, Ms. Mitchell is still not out of the woods yet. She lost a lot of blood before she got here, and here as well. The major concern for the doctors right now is the blunt trauma to her head."
"Take me to her. I must see her at once." He said pulling Bra off of his lap and depositing her in a few empty chairs beside him.
"Sorry you can't, not until the doctors have her up in the IC unit." The nurse said holding her hands in front of her to stop him.
"What? I will see her now damn it! I've waited six damn hours in this pathetic waiting room only to be told that I can not see her?" His fist clenched at his sides his emotionless face broke with anger.
"Vegeta, no." Piccolo said taking him by his shoulder. Vegeta shot him a glare over his shoulder; he knew that Piccolo was right. He couldn't start blowing up the hospital, just yet.
"Someone will be done to get you as soon as they can sir." The nurse said softly before pulling the door open and leaving quickly. Vegeta watched the door slowly close behind her, his thoughts tangling in his brain like a fly in a spider's web.

His memories swarmed about his brain like a tornado, his life as a child, gory purging missions, Frieza, seeing Bulma for the first time. The birth of his son, his heir to the dead throne of Vegeta-sei, the androids and Cell, watching his rivals brat-taking Cell down with one arm. His sacrifice to save the world against Majin Buu, his princess birth, Bulma becoming sick, wilting a way like a flower with out water. His love, the one person that stayed with him and loved him thru everything slipping thru his grasp at the end.


**"Geta?" Her voice is frail, her blue eyes clouded over in pain. I stayed at the window not wanting to believe this is happening. Her pain is unbearable, yet she continues to stay with me. I'm selfish; I don't want her to leave me.

"Yes Little One?" The words are hard for me to say. Before to long she will not be here, there is so much left unsaid to her. So much I have to repay to her for my life. I shall never find another Onna like her. Her spitfire personality, her comforting hands, her warm smile that greeted me every morning. Her walk, her spark for life, everything will be gone and I will be left with nothing. I have never felt this emotion before; it feels as if my heart is being pulled from my chest. If this is what it feels like to be heartbroken, I wish to end my own life. I will not suffer like this.

"Geta, come here I have something to say and ask of you." I walk slowly to the bed, I sit at the very edge, afraid I might break her. Her hair has lost its luster, her eyes sunken in her lips not as supple as they were in her youth. Her arms look as those of a skeleton, the medical treatment they have used is doing this to her. To my eyes she is still beautiful, like the day on Namek when I scared her.

"I want you to know that I love you. I loved you for so long." A tear traces its way down her pale cheek. I reach out and brush it away as she continues to speak.
"I need you to be strong for our children. Please don't lock yourself in that gravity room. Trunks and Bra will need you more then ever." She coughs loudly, her chest rattling in death's grip.
"Onna, I will not live with out you. You must stay here with me, that's an order from your prince!"

"It's my time to go Geta, I don't want to go either, and I want to be here with you and the children. I wish most to be here to see my babies married, see my grandchildren, grow old with you." Her tears are falling so quickly, like a valve was open to a dam. She grabs my hand on her cheek, griping it as tight as she could, her bottom lip quivering. I never imagine in my entire life I would be having this conversation with her.

"You know, I got my wish with out even using the Dragon Balls. I got my perfect boyfriend, my perfect prince charming, I had a family and was very happy." Her voice is starting to fade, her hand trembling upon my hand.
"Onna, I have so much to say to you, you can't leave me."
"Vegeta, I already know everything you want to say to me. Even though you can't show it, I knew it deep in my heart. Right here." She places my hand on her slowing heart. Her eyes start to close, her breath becoming shallow. My heart is racing; she can't leave me yet my mind is screaming. There is a terrible ache deep within me, tugging on my soul.
"Onna?" I feel her last breath leave her body, her suffering has ended and so has my life. I bend down and kiss her lips one last time, run my fingers thru her hair.

"Bulma, my love. I love you, and I promise you I will go on with out you, and be strong for our children." My hand brushes her cheek as I get up. I can hear people waiting down stairs. I let a tear slip from my eyes before opening the door to face them now that she is gone. I walk out with my head held high, even though I was in pain. Their faces greeted me, tears in all their eyes all-staring upon me.

"Vegeta?" I hear my rival call my name. I don't consider him that any longer for he has always been there as a friend even though I did not deserve one. He will never know he is my best friend I ever had. I look him in the eyes, his mate crying on his shoulder, his brats at his side. Not far behind them are Krillin and his family; her ex mate Yamcha had made it. Piccolo sits quietly in a corner waiting to say his last respects to me. I consider him a friend as well; he has known what it is to have a heart of evil and ice and to have it melt. Gohan, the only one to melt that ice, as Bulma melted mine. I see my children, my son, almost a grown man, I am so very proud of, holding his sister tightly in his arms. My princess, the mirror image of her mother, cried quietly. I bow my head as I come down the stairs, as the crying becomes louder.**


Vegeta was shaken from his thoughts by a gruff voice that rivaled his own. Piccolo stood beside him offering him a cup of coffee that Gohan had brought back from the cafeteria for him.
"Here, you need this." He said thrusting the cup into Vegeta's hands. He only grunted as his way of saying thank you and sat back down staring into the cup.
"If I asked you what was so interesting in that cup that you have to stare at it, would you be able to tell me what it was?" Piccolo asked taking a seat a few chairs down from him. Vegeta just shook his head. His mind totally consumed with memories of Bulma and of Angel. 'How could I love someone as much as I did Bulma? She lies somewhere in the Dende forsaken hospital clinging to life as well as his Bulma once did.' He felt her out, searching for her ki that was extremely weak. He breathed a sigh of relief knowing she was still fighting, not giving up like he asked her to do. He stood and left the room, the rest startled to where he could of gone.

It was black outside, not a single star in sight. Storm clouds had moved in on a light breeze, Vegeta stood outside the hospital surveying the skies. The lightning danced from cloud to cloud as the thunder rolled heavy against the earth, as the rain started to fall. He refused to seek shelter as the warm rain pelted down on his skin, washing away the blood that clung to him.

"Brat what are you doing out here by yourself?" He asked into the night air with out moving, still cross-armed.
"I came out to watch the storm." Marron's voice spoke softly.
"Why? There is nothing special about a storm."
"I think there is Vegeta sir."
"So tell me what makes it so."
"The rain is tears from heaven cried by the angels for their loved ones." Vegeta smirked and looked down to the soaked girl that stood against the wall of the hospital.
"And you believe this?" She nodded her reply to him and looked back to the sky. She sighed and then looked at Vegeta.
"The Angels are crying for us tonight. They have a lot to weep about." She said as she left quickly before her tears could be seen. Vegeta watched her as she left in a hurry to get away from him before he asked any more questions from her.
"They should not waste such tears on me. I am not deserving of tears." He said out loud.
"And why are you not deserving?" A female voice asked from behind. Vegeta did not even know she was there until she spoke.
"Aren't you afraid you might rust out in this storm?" he smirked when he realized who it was.
"Still cocky as ever Vegeta." 18 said as she came closer to watch the storm with him.
"I pride myself on it. It's the only thing I have left." 18 stood puzzled at what he said for a moment.
"You have a lot left."
"Everything that I ever held dear to me has slipped thru my fingers."
"What about your children in there? You wife?"
"I will lose my brats someday as well. They will find mates of their own have brats."
"And Angel?"
"I do not know why I even bonded to her. She came into my life one day and stole my heart like my Onna had." 18 shook her head and watched a bolt of lightning strike not to far off.
"Maybe it is Bulma's way of letting you know that she wants you to be happy. Not to be alone anymore."
"You sure are talkative for a tin can you know that?" She grinned.
"And you're still an asshole I should have killed so many years ago."
"You would have died trying." She nodded.
"Yes, I know. I'm glad that I wasn't killed."
"Who would of thought a bucket of rust and a cue ball could fall in love." 18 smacked him up side his head.
"And who would of thought that the Prince of all Saiyans could love." He growled at her.
"What the hell did you do that for woman?"
"I'm trying to smack some of that ego down. You're damn head is getting to big to fit thru doors."
"And your point being what exactly?"
"Nothing, lets just say I'm keeping a promise to a friend." With that she walked back inside to leave Vegeta with his thoughts one again.
"I swear if one more person interrupts me again I'm going to send them to the next dimension." As if on cue, Goku made his way outside.
"What the hell do you want Kakarott?"
"Geeze Vegeta, can't a man come outside?"
"Not while I'm out here, no." Everything was dead silent for a while before another word was spoken.

"Vegeta?"
"Hn?" he answered without losing his spot in the sky.
"I'm really sorry about everything."
"I don't need you damn sympathy Kakarott. Leave me be."
"Let me guess Vegeta, you're going to run and hide if Angel doesn't make it just like what you did when Bulma died."
"Why the fuck do you care all of a sudden?"
"When haven't I cared should be the question." Goku said looking Vegeta in the eyes. The Price turned his gaze quickly away before Goku could read his emotions.
"Stay out here as long as you like Vegeta, it's not going to help Angel one bit."
"Like I can do anything now. I am stuck in a waiting room full of bakas to keep me company while I wait for the stupid staff of this medical facility to let me in to see my mate."
"They are trying their best in there to save her life and the life of her daughter."
"I do not wish to speak of that brat of a bastard."
"And why not? It's a package deal Vegeta, you took her as your mate and the baby was a bonus that came along with her."
"She does not have my blood, why should I even care what happens to it."
"All because of the saiyan blood line? That is stupid! What if Angel dies huh? What is going to happen to that child if she survives?"
"That is for me not to concern myself over."
"Dende Vegeta, you and your damn pride. Some one should fricken slap that out of you."
"The tin can did earlier, it didn't work obviously."
"Geeze, I've had brick walls talk to me more then you do with out their pride being in the way."
"That's because you're a baka and always will be a baka." Goku grabbed Vegeta by the front of his training suit and lifted him up to see him eye to eye.
"I might act stupid Vegeta, but I'll have you to know that I'm not." He growled at the smaller saiyan.
"Tell me then, if you are so smart Kakarott, why don't you leave me alone when you are told by your Prince?"
"Because when you are left alone when angry you tend to destroy things."
"What have I destroyed?"
"Well lets see, I remember the time you blew up the kitchen because Bulma wouldn't make any food, and she made you sleep on the couch for almost a month."
"And how do you know this? That isn't even the truth!"
"I believe my sources are right."
"Fools! I live on a mud ball of a planet that is populated by weakling fools!"
"What are you two doing out here?" Gohan asked as his Dad dropped Vegeta back on his feet.
"Umm, nothing, nothing at all." Goku smiled big as Vegeta dusted himself off cursing under his breath.
"Umm yea right, maybe I should have stayed in the waiting room then."
"You wouldn't be safe in there either if I wanted to blow this place up for being slow and stupid!" Gohan scowled and looked to his Dad who just shrugged.
"What the hell is this a damn baka convention?" Vegeta roared as Piccolo and Krillin came out to join the crowd.
"I was just exiting." Piccolo snapped and took off into the air leaving a ki trail behind him in the stormy sky.
"I suggest the rest of you follow his lead. He set a good example." Vegeta sneered at them.
"Damn Vegeta loose the attitude." Krillin whined as he started to get wet from the rain. Vegeta rolled his eyes and stomped away into the hospital bypassing the waiting room all together. He growled to himself as he walked corridor after corridor finding nothing that caught his eye, except the same tile on the floor and the sickening color of mint used on the walls.

'My little one, my little warrior. I know you may not be able to hear me, but I will state my business quickly. I will not allow you to die like my Bulma had. You better fight with everything in that weak body can give you. You will be the great warrior soon. Then I shall pound your ass for scaring me to death!' He gave a small sad smirk and continued to walk until a plaque on the wall caught his eye.
'Neo Natal ICU North wing, Adult ICU east wing, Pediatrics ICU second floor, North wing.' For some reason one corridor beckoned him to walk down it.

He found himself at a huge set of windows looking over tiny beds, incubators, rocking chairs, and fuzzy little stuff animals. A lone light was lit on the far side of the room above a small child that Vegeta could not see clearly. He opened the door slowly and took slow steps to the infant. Inside there was a little girl, with a tuff of blue hair tied in a small bow, the baby's body was red and wrinkly. There were lines and tubes hooked up to this small thing in every part of her small body. On the out side of the incubator there was an attached card that read the following: 'Marissa Bulma Briefs Vegeta.' He traced his fingers over the writing several times in shock. The infant shivered slightly as Vegeta kept staring upon her.
"She looks just like the rest of the family." A voice caught the Saiyan off guard.
"Meaning?"
"Lucinda, she bore one child named Nickala, who gave birth to a baby boy, that baby boy was Grandfather. After some digging and asking around, I came up with some startling information."

OK...time for cliffhanger time again.