Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z.
Notes: This story has been stuck in my head for awhile and I need it out so I can do my homework.
Just this Once
The room was white.
White walls, white tiles, white bedding and annoying white chairs.
Vegeta sat silently on a white chair next to her bed. Watching with his sharp eyes as her chest would rise and fall with each struggling breath. Her white hair framing her old and wrinkled face. Her beautiful face. His mate.
A machine monitored her heartbeat. Beep, beep, beep.
His hand grabbed hers, her frail hand, and brought it to his lips and gently kissed it. He knew that before the night was over she would be gone. A part of him would leave with her.
He had always known this was coming. She was human and would die before him. But he had never thought he would care, never thought… he had never thought she would really die.
Beep, beep, beep.
Bulma was the most amazing human. She seemed immortal to him, like nothing could ever hurt her, but time had worn her down and slowly bit by bit, a wrinkle here and there, time had changed her and even now she seemed immortal.
Vegeta placed her hand back on the bed and he touched her stomach. He could remember the time she was pregnant with their daughter.
"Vegeta!" He could hear her voice all the way down the hall with how loud she was yelling. "Vegeta." He walked into their large room and looked at her. Bulma was half laying half sitting on the bed, propped up by their red pillows.
"What do you want woman?" He huffed standing in the door way with his arms crossed.
"Give me a hand will you?" She asked in a demanding way.
Vegeta looked at her but walked over to help her, "Woman if you weren't fat you could do it yourself." As soon as she was to her feet he felt a slight 'thump' on his shoulder. She had smacked him.
"I'm NOT fat Vegeta! I have a life growing inside of me! Here feel!" She grabbed his hand and placed it on her large stomach. He was about to snatch his hand away and then it felt it.
A small movement, a slight poke, against his large touch hand. He froze.
"There's something in there." He whispered in slight amazement. Of course he had known that there was a fetus but as he felt it move and kick he couldn't help but be in awe.
For the first time in the last 7 months he understood something.
He was going to be a father.
"I need to pee." He heard Bulma say and he suddenly jerked his hand away.
"Do whatever you want woman. I'm going to train." He watched as she waddled towards the bathroom. "Ok Vegeta whatever you want."
'Train,' Vegeta thought, now he needs to train twice as hard. He had a baby to protect, and his woman of course.
He sat looking at her stomach, the memories of her large round belly flying through his mind. She had his two children. She carried them and nursed them and loved them. How could he have never thanked her for that?
Beep, beep, beep.
"We lived a good life together." He whispered gently. He scratched his scruffy chin.
Vegeta swallowed. "I know I never said it, but I want you to know." He stood up and leaned over her, whispering in her ear, "I love you Bulma Briefs."
He kissed her on the lips, something soft and gentle, and placed his forehead on hers. "We did good right? We saved the world."
Beep, beep, beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.