Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta's New Love ❯ big bloody hand print ( Chapter 20 )

I don't own DBZ...so don't sue me please. Please do not steal Angel, she is my character.


"What are you trying to tell me brat?" Vegeta grumbled to Trunks that sat in a rocking chair on the other side of the room with his eyes closed, reciting the family tree by memory.
"Grandfather had one child name Bulma, which had Bra and myself."
"I do know this, but this thing here is not family. It is a bastard child of a dead human."
"And of a great warrior from Glissa. What I'm trying to prove here Dad, and I don't expect you to believe me at all. Lucinda which would be my Great Great Grandmother was Mickila." Vegeta stared at his son for a moment then back to the small infant that trembled in the incubator.
"Family resemblance is pretty true isn't? The violet eyes were not passed down the chain, but the blue hair was. Mom was the mirror of Mickila except for the eyes."
"You are speaking nonsense brat!" Vegeta roared making the infant jump and the monitors to speed a little with the baby's scared reaction.
"I know what I'm talking about Dad. I asked the Supreme Kai for some names Angel once was, and I did some research to trace where she's been in her journey on earth. Just so happens she is apart of my history. So that baby right there is relation how ever you want to see it. Hard to understand when you get down to the fine details."
"That's enough brat! If you think that I'm going to play good old Daddy for this thing you are mistaken. I have my brats, they are of saiyan blood, and heirs to the throne of Vegeta sei."
"And if you have taken any notice Dad, Vegeta sei has been gone for a very long time, there is no throne left for us to rule from. The biggest question of the night is this, why the hell are you even down here if you didn't care for this 'thing'?"

Vegeta stood dumbfounded. He didn't know the answer to why he even came in this direction; he was just pulled to come here.
"You care more then you think you do Dad. I'm glad Mom taught you enough to care." and with that Trunks made his exit from the room after a quick glace at the baby.

"Weird how destiny plays it's self out little one. I a prince with no planet to rule caught on this mud ball of a planet. Lost my mate over four years ago only to have your mother of all people to steal my heart away from me and not give it back. If she does not make it I don't want my heart back, I would rather die along side her." He spoke to the baby grazing his hand across the plastic case before he took his leave as well.

Dawn had finally crept its way across the morning sky awakening the city to a brand new day. The only ones left at the hospital were Vegeta, Trunks, and Goku. The others had bid their farewell sometime way after midnight. Vegeta had found his way back to the waiting room trying to wait patiently as he could, which seemed very difficult to do without blowing something up. He had sat in silence, waiting, wondering, and hoping for any sign of improvement from Angel before he was let in to see her. The darkness and silence greeted him the whole time from their shared bond. He sat cross armed, staring straight ahead not even paying attention to his son or Goku that slept near by on make shift beds made out of hard chairs, their snoring irritating him tremendously.

His mind kept replaying the events from the day before in his mind. Damning her for not saying something was wrong when she came home to drop off the groceries before heading over to the Son house to fetch the brats. The terror he felt when he saw his home looking like a purging mission had went on in the living room. Her cold hand as he clutched it praying she was fighting to stay with him. Her last words to him before darkness took her again repeated over and over, his name being said with discomforting pain. The terrified look in her eyes as he gazed into them before they closed. For a moment he felt that one emotion that struck him so many years back and stayed with him, his mind trying to figure it out. Heartbreak was it's name, and the feeling was something Vegeta prayed would never come again to haunt him after Angel came into his life, but it came out of no where, uninvited guest that he did not want any longer. His mind wandered to the infant that was fighting for her life as well. Why did he condemn the child for something it did not bring upon itself?

"Sir?" A small woman's voice broke the morning silence. Vegeta's gaze quickly turned to the intruder that had entered the waiting room.
"Are you Mr. Vegeta?" she asked as she looked down to a clipboard she had balanced in her right hand.
"Prince Vegeta." He corrected.
"Sorry, Prince Vegeta. I was asked by Doctor Silverhorn to come down and get you."
"It's about damn time, you have any idea how long I have been waiting here?" He asked coldly as he got up from the chair stretching his legs.
"I'm sorry, I do not know how long. I just started my duty an hour ago." She said taking a look at her wristwatch and back to him.
"Twelve hours." She gave a slight nod acknowledging him to his waiting period.
"Sorry, I feel horrible you had to wait that long. Follow me I will take you to see Ms. Mitchell."
"She is my ma..wife, you should address her as such." He mumbled as he followed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you?"
"I said she is my wife, you shall address her as such." He made his point.
"Princess?" He gave a slight nod as he trailed behind her.
"Never thought I'd have royalty in my wing of the hospital before."
"This was not intended. She will be well enough to leave shortly so don't get use to having her."
"Any one that is brought here to ICU was never intended to be here. As the old saying goes, shit happens." She said as she hit a small steal plate on the wall with her hand opening a huge set of wooden doors.
"Hi Carla, is the doctor still in with the patient?" she asked as she stopped at the nurses station. The woman on the other side looked up from her paperwork and smiled.
"No I don't think so Sara, I think he's with the man in 2A."
"Thanks, sir this way." She rounded the desk down a dim lit hallway to a room that was three doors down from the nurse's station.

The room was almost dark, with only one light on near the bed. As Vegeta stepped closer he could make out the outline of the bed and it's occupant in the silhouette of the curtain. Sara grabbed hold of the curtain and slowly pulled it back revealing Angel's feet then her body, then her head. The machines echoed in the room softly in a slow rhythm. Vegeta was taken back at this sight. He couldn't figure out if he was shaking because of fear or of anger. His eyes were glued to her once beautiful face now hidden under white bandages, medical tape and a breathing tube. Her chest rising and falling in time with the machine that supplied the oxygen she needed.
"It's ok, you can come closer." Sara motioned for him to come up to the bed with her. Sara checked things out for a minute before she caught the Prince still in the same spot staring.
"Come here, I'll explain this stuff to you until the doctor comes in." Vegeta gave a look up from Angel's face and found his feet once again to move.
"This is her breathing tube. The surgeons put her on this while they operated. If she can start breathing on her own soon, we'll take it out. We have 3 IV lines running into her body, one is for blood, one is medication for the pain, and the other is saline solution to keep her hydrated. " Vegeta grunted understanding everything. He watched the monitor as a line bounced steadily from one side to the other.

The door opened and the doctor came in holding his clipboard scribbling something within its pages. He straightened his glasses glancing at all the monitors quickly then them moved his eyes to Vegeta.
"I'm Doctor Silverhorn, you must be Vegeta?" He asked extending his hand out. Vegeta just looked at the doctor's hand for a moment then back to Angel.
"Well, we are still waiting for her to regain consciousness to tell if there is any possible brain damage. She had quite a blow to the back of her head that fractured her skull in several spots. Other then that the rest of her injuries she sustained will heal nicely with time."
"Brain damage?"
"Yes, there was some swelling of her brain because of the injury causing her brain to push against the inside of her skull. We don't know if the swelling was bad enough to induce damage or not. It's a wait and see type of deal."
"Wait and see? That is all you're going to do is wait and see? If there is nothing more you can do for my mate here I shall take her home with me where she can rest and I'm able to see her." Vegeta snarled across the bed at the doctor.
"I wouldn't advise you to do that sir. It would be dangerous for her in this state."
"But you had just said that everything will heal on it's own with time. So why should I keep her here in this facility with baka humans?"
"Prince Vegeta, I personally will be here for the next twelve hours with her. I'm sure she will wake soon." Sara said trying to calm Vegeta with a comforting hand on his arm. He shrugged it off as he continued to stare the doctor down.
"Do I have your word on such?"
"I will make no promises to you. But you have my word on staying here with her thru out my shift today." Vegeta nodded and watched the doctor leave quickly from the room.
"Here, you can have this chair, I'm going to leave to get a few things, and do you need anything? Something to eat or drink?" He said nothing as his gaze turned back towards Angel. Sara exited the room to grab extra medical supplies that were used up and to grab her third cup of coffee for the day.

Vegeta finally took a seat in the chair Sara had offered to him, crossing his arms on his chest listening to the annoying machines sounding off around him. A scowl was spread across his face; he didn't like this waiting at all. Every second that passed knocked important time from his training, the less time to prepare for Corvine's invasion. He growled to himself as he leaned his arms on the bed feeling Angel's arms. She was slightly cool to the touch, all her muscles relaxed as she slept. Her face still looked as it did the day before with only a few new bruises added, tiny wisps of blue hair fell around her face from the bandage that covered her head almost completely.
"Onna, that bastard is dead, he will never bother you again. No more fearing your shadow." He was hoping she would sit up and argue with him calling her Onna, or his comment about fearing her own shadow, but she made no movement. He laced his fingers in-between hers, giving a light squeeze before he dropped his head to the bed and closed his eyes as sleep and dreams over came him.

"Hey Trunks, wake up." Goku said kicking the chairs Trunks was stretched across.
"Huh, wha, what?" He jumped up earning a laugh from Goku. Trunks frowned as he tried getting his bearings together.
"Damnit Goku, what the hell did you do that for?"
"It was time to wake up, and I'm starving."
"When aren't you starving?"
"Well..Hrmm..Umm"
"That answered my question. Where's Dad at?"
"I don't know, he wasn't here when I woke up."
"I wonder if he went wandering off again. I caught him down in the neo-natal intensive care unit very late last night."
"Why was he down there? I thought he didn't want anything to do with that child?" Trunks gave a shrug of his shoulders before he stretched the kinks out of his body.
"Well he didn't try blasting her so I don't know why he was there."
"Lets go find him, maybe he went to get breakfast. Did I mention I was starving?" Trunks smiled and shook his head and followed Goku out of the waiting room to snag some breakfast and find Vegeta.

Sara came back to the room half hour after she left with her arms loaded down with stuff balancing two coffees on a clipboard as well. She set the clipboard down on the bedside table, trying to be quite as to not disturb Vegeta out of his sleep. Boxes and bandages tousled out of her hands hitting the floor with a clatter. Vegeta jumped up from being startled leaning back in the chair once again with an annoyed look on his face.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Sara said picking up the mess she made and putting the stuff in the right spots.
"You don't talk much do you?" She asked standing back up and checking Angel over. Vegeta stared right thru her with his emotionless face.
"Guess not." She sighed grabbing her coffee and taking a sip of the hot liquid.
"Here I brought you back some coffee if you want it. I have to run down the hall to check another patient real quick. If you need anything push that red button on the wall and ask for Sara ok?" Still he said nothing eyes staring off in the distant his face hard as a rock.
"Well I can see this is going to go fairly well. I'll be back shortly." She spun on her white tennis shoes heading for the door.
"Gomen." Came Vegeta's voice from behind her. She smiled without turning back to him.
"It's ok, you're welcome."

"This is just sickening to even look at Krillin." 18 sighed looking around what was the immaculate CC home now stained with blood. Krillin nodded and kicked a broken chair out of the way. Gohan and Videl were also in shock of the amount of blood that was scattered from living room up the stairs and in Vegeta's bedroom.
"If I was them I'd get a whole new house. I don't think this will ever be cleaned up not to notice something happened her." Videl said sitting a potted plant back up right by the front door.
"Lets just get Bra's stuff and get out of here, this place is giving me the creeps bad." Krillin said making his way up the stairs side stepping the blood on the carpet from where Angel was dragged.
"Daddy! Why do I have to stay out here?" Pan hollered from the back yard.
"Because I told you to that's why. We'll be out in a minute after we get Bra's stuff and then you can go back over to Grandma's house to be with the girls." Gohan followed Krillin up the stairs taking the same route not wanting to have blood on his shoes.
"Which room is hers?"
"Umm third door on the left I think."
"Oh you mean this one with a big bloody hand print on it? Dende if I was young again this would totally freak me out."
"Krillin, you are already freaked out now so shush. Lets just get the stuff and get out of here, I'm tending to agree with Videl on this one, this is too fricken creepy to even be here let alone live here after what happened."

Gohan opened the door to Bra's room finding it to be a typical girls room filled with stuffed animals and posters on the wall. His daughter's room looked almost the same except for the massive amount of pink that decorated it. He grabbed a suitcase that sat near the closet and started tossing clothes in to it not caring if the pants and shirts matched, as long as she has clothes no one should worry if she went out matching or not.
"Here don't forget Mister Fuzzums. Bra might not talk to you if you don't take him along." Krillin said picking up a tattered brown teddy bear that sat on her bed.
"IN you got Mister Fuzzums, anything else that I'm forgetting?" Gohan asked looking around the room, his eyes catching on a child's drawing hanging up next to the dresser. He smiled when he notice it was a picture of Bra's family. She had drawn Vegeta, Trunks, herself; Bulma with a halo over her head, Angel and a small baby all huddled in a group smiling. 'The perfect family' Gohan sighed turning away from the picture and glancing around the room trying to remember if he had forgotten anything else she may need for a while.
"Should we take this?" Krillin asked holding up a small stuffed bunny with a pink bow around its neck. A small card dangled from the bow with Bra's handwriting on it.
"What's it say?"
"Says, happy birthday to my new sister, Marissa. Love always Bra." Krillin read out loud. Gohan frowned a little bit thinking about the news Vegeta received about the baby possibly not making it.
"Yes, bring it along. Bra might want to give that to the baby. It would probably kill her if she does do it and she has to give it to the baby at its funeral." Krillin frowned at the thought as well and tossed the bunny into the suit case right besides Mister Fuzzums.
" Are you guys done up there yet? Pan is starting to antsy down here." Videl called upstairs to them.
"Yea we're done be done in a second." Krillin said closing up the suitcase and exiting the room.


"Onna, damn it you need to wake your ass up already. Need to get out of this hospital and take care of that brat of yours that's down stairs as well." Vegeta started to threaten Angel hoping this would bring her out of her deep sleep.
"The Supreme Kai is going to be pissed if your brain is malfunctioned and can not unlock the warrior within you. I'd like to see you raising some holy terror with me when Corvine and his armies show up. Blow them apart one by one. Would be nice to see an Onna kicking some ass along side the greatest Saiyans in the universe. Of course me being the greatest, and that third class baka Kakarott a measly second compared to me." He continued going.
"You know, you're driving is awful, your cooking just as bad. You can't fix the gravity machine when I break it, you're quiet, your sexy, and damnit it you're mine forever." He gave a smirk hoping that would make her sit up and argue. Verbal sparring with Angel wasn't a challenge like it was with Bulma, but he loved it just the same. He grabbed the cup of coffee that Sara had left him taking a sip of the now cold beverage. He curled his lip up in disgust.
"Coffee is not a good choice when it is cold." He stopped his talking when the door opened and Sara came back into the room to check things out once again.
"I see you haven't touched your coffee. Is it that bad?" She asked as she changed out an IV bag for a new one on the IV pole.
"If you call that cold shit coffee then I don't want anymore of it. It's disgusting at best."
"I can get you a fresh cup if you like. I don't mine at all. And go ahead and keep talking to her. It helps really."
"Like she can actually hear what I'm bitching to her about." Vegeta grunted at her.
"I believe that she can hear everything that is going on. She just can't answer us, and probably won't remember it when she does wake up."
"Hmpft, then why waste my time and breath then."
"Just a suggestion that's all. Anything is worth trying in my book. Says here that she had a baby yesterday that's down in neo-natal right now. Have you seen it?" Sara asked pouring over the mound of medical charts that have steadily increased on Angel.
"The brat isn't mine. But I have seen the ugly little thing."
"That ugly huh? Didn't get its mothers good looks I take it?" Vegeta just stared at her like she was some baka relative of Goku's.
"Look, I'm sorry. It's going to be a very long day here, I'm trying to make conversation even if it is only to keep you company. But by your reactions I can see you don't need conversation or company sir." Sara said with a slight ting of sarcasm in her voice as she tucked the pen she was writing with behind her right ear.
"Need anything I'm going down to the nurses station to finish this work up." She grabbed all the charts and papers and left the room. Vegeta just sighed before going back to his one sided argument with Angel.

"Goku, I'll never understand why you eat so much." Trunks said leaving the hospital cafeteria.
"I'm always hungry. Hey I bet if we go find your Dad we could split his breakfast too if he didn't eat it yet." Trunks slapped his forehead asking Dende how he got stuck with babysitting a grown man running around the hospital.
"One thing that still bothers me is why everyone says hospital food is so bad. I thought it was pretty good myself."
"Well shit you ate almost the whole hospital out of food. I bet the patients don't have food because you ate it all." Goku gave a huge sheepish grin and continued to follow Trunks down the corridors.
"Lets go see the baby, then we'll go find out where my Dad is hiding at." Trunks said turning a corner and noticing Goku no longer following him.
"Goku? Goku!!!" Trunks came back around the corner to see Goku standing over a food cart filled with patients breakfast plates being delivered, devouring everything in sight.
"Goku! Drop the plate now! You already ate now come on." Trunks scolded.
"Vut Twunks tis is weally ghod." Goku said with his mouth full of food as he dropped the plates back on to the cart and started to follow once again.
"Just hurry up." While Trunks had turned the corner once again going back to his original course Goku swiped another plate of food inhaling the contents into his stomach in a hurry and depositing the plate on a medical cart just down the hall.
"All right who was the wise ass to shove their dirty dishes on my crash cart?" An angry orderly shouted as he notice the runny egg yokes dripping down into all the medical supplies.
"Wasn't me!" Came the voice of Goku and he sped up to get the hell out of there before everyone got mad at him.

"There I'm done putting this stuff in order, now my hand is cramped with all that damn writing."
"Give it a break Sara. You have all day to finish that. Not like it could of waited a few more hours."
"Yea I suppose your right Carla." Sara stretched her arms behind her head before an alarm started going off at the desk.
"Shit! That's coming from 3-B." Carla said grabbing the intercom.
"Code Blue ICU" Sara got up slamming the rolling chair against the wall as she sprinted down the hall.
"That's the 'Royalty' room!" she breathed out as she continued to run.