The Day After
FYI: This fanfic takes place the day after the Majin Buu fight.
Vegeta showed great emotion to his son, Trunks, during battle. Now that everything's back to normal, will Vegeta's relationship with his family change?
Bulma slowly slid out of bed, trying hard not to wake her husband. The bed squeeked, and she glanced at Vegeta's face.
"Good, he's still sleeping," she thought to herself.
She pulled her soft plaid robe over her nightgown and searched for her slippers.
"Aha!" she cried, locating them under the bed.
As she put them on her feet, she heard a groan from the bed.
"Vegeta, did I wake you? I'm sorry."
She sat beside the prince and stroked his widow's peak. Vegeta yawned, and started to sit up, but winced.
"Lay back down," Bulma urged, "you had a busy day. I would expect you to still be tired and sore."
Vegeta did as he was told for once. Bulma craddled his head in her lap.
"I can't believe I have to go to a business meeting all day today, just after I get you back!"
"I'll be here when you get home, Bulma. I promise you I won't self-destruct."
Bulma looked him over, worried.
"Are you sure you'll be okay? I know you're a little sore now, but are there any injuries Dende might have somehow missed?"
Vegeta smirked.
"You're acting like Chi-Chi, woman. Don't worry about me. I'm not a weakling human, you know."
Bulma chose to ignore his last statement.
"I'll go get us some breakfast and bring it up."
Bulma got quite a shock when she reached her kitchen. Chi-Chi was cooking in it!
"Good morning, Bulma. How are you all doing? I thought you'd be so busy getting ready for your meeting, so I decided to make you breakfast. I'm in a cooking mood."
"T-thank you, Chi-Chi," Bulma managed to say as she was handed a hot tray of food.
"Go have it in bed," Chi-Chi insisted, "you must be drained from yesterday. Having a husband die on you is upsetting, something I know all to well!"
Bulma thanked Chi-Chi again and returned to her bedroom.
"Vegeta, are you asleep?" called Bulma softly as she entered.
"No."
He paused. His back was towards her, but he could smell the food Chi-Chi had cooked.
"How'd you make breakfast so quickly?"
"Chi-Chi came over and treated us to a meal."
She settled down on the foot of the bed, facing Vegeta, and set down the tray. The prince gingerly sat up and began to eat with his wife. After a few silent minutes, Bulma spoke.
"Vegeta, I've scheduled a doctor's appointment for you before my meeting."
Vegeta nearly choked on his toast.
"Wha=what?!? Bulma!"
"Vegeta, I know you're probably just fine, but better safe than sorry."
"Bulma, Dende healed me! I don't need a doctor!"
"I know. But according to Son-kun, you took quite a beating yesterday defending him from Majin Buu. Besides," she continued, holding his shoulders and looking him in the eyes, "I'd feel a lot better if you did."
"Fine," Vegeta grumbled, "but it's a waste of money."
"He'll be just fine after some rest. If you're sore, just take a couple of Tylenol," Dr. Chela Flores told the couple.
Bulma thanked her and walked outside with her husband. Vegeta looked smug.
"I told you I was fine."
"But now I don't have to worry about you during my meeting," Bulma explained, wrapping her arms around Vegeta's slim waist. She held him tight for a moment before the started back to the car.
"I'll drop you off at home before going to my meeting. Remember to get lots of rest."
FYI: This fanfic takes place the day after the Majin Buu fight.
Vegeta showed great emotion to his son, Trunks, during battle. Now that everything's back to normal, will Vegeta's relationship with his family change?
Bulma slowly slid out of bed, trying hard not to wake her husband. The bed squeeked, and she glanced at Vegeta's face.
"Good, he's still sleeping," she thought to herself.
She pulled her soft plaid robe over her nightgown and searched for her slippers.
"Aha!" she cried, locating them under the bed.
As she put them on her feet, she heard a groan from the bed.
"Vegeta, did I wake you? I'm sorry."
She sat beside the prince and stroked his widow's peak. Vegeta yawned, and started to sit up, but winced.
"Lay back down," Bulma urged, "you had a busy day. I would expect you to still be tired and sore."
Vegeta did as he was told for once. Bulma craddled his head in her lap.
"I can't believe I have to go to a business meeting all day today, just after I get you back!"
"I'll be here when you get home, Bulma. I promise you I won't self-destruct."
Bulma looked him over, worried.
"Are you sure you'll be okay? I know you're a little sore now, but are there any injuries Dende might have somehow missed?"
Vegeta smirked.
"You're acting like Chi-Chi, woman. Don't worry about me. I'm not a weakling human, you know."
Bulma chose to ignore his last statement.
"I'll go get us some breakfast and bring it up."
Bulma got quite a shock when she reached her kitchen. Chi-Chi was cooking in it!
"Good morning, Bulma. How are you all doing? I thought you'd be so busy getting ready for your meeting, so I decided to make you breakfast. I'm in a cooking mood."
"T-thank you, Chi-Chi," Bulma managed to say as she was handed a hot tray of food.
"Go have it in bed," Chi-Chi insisted, "you must be drained from yesterday. Having a husband die on you is upsetting, something I know all to well!"
Bulma thanked Chi-Chi again and returned to her bedroom.
"Vegeta, are you asleep?" called Bulma softly as she entered.
"No."
He paused. His back was towards her, but he could smell the food Chi-Chi had cooked.
"How'd you make breakfast so quickly?"
"Chi-Chi came over and treated us to a meal."
She settled down on the foot of the bed, facing Vegeta, and set down the tray. The prince gingerly sat up and began to eat with his wife. After a few silent minutes, Bulma spoke.
"Vegeta, I've scheduled a doctor's appointment for you before my meeting."
Vegeta nearly choked on his toast.
"Wha=what?!? Bulma!"
"Vegeta, I know you're probably just fine, but better safe than sorry."
"Bulma, Dende healed me! I don't need a doctor!"
"I know. But according to Son-kun, you took quite a beating yesterday defending him from Majin Buu. Besides," she continued, holding his shoulders and looking him in the eyes, "I'd feel a lot better if you did."
"Fine," Vegeta grumbled, "but it's a waste of money."
"He'll be just fine after some rest. If you're sore, just take a couple of Tylenol," Dr. Chela Flores told the couple.
Bulma thanked her and walked outside with her husband. Vegeta looked smug.
"I told you I was fine."
"But now I don't have to worry about you during my meeting," Bulma explained, wrapping her arms around Vegeta's slim waist. She held him tight for a moment before the started back to the car.
"I'll drop you off at home before going to my meeting. Remember to get lots of rest."