Vegetation
By SuperGirl
A/N: Excuse I was growing up. :P
AND SCENE:
Vegeta had walked in the house with a very depressed look upon his face. His seven year old son first noticed then Bulma. She rushed to her husbands side who just fell limp into her hug. The tears began to pour from the sayain's eyes. Slowly the hug fell to there knees with Bulma hushing down her husband. He was traumatize, scared and clinging on to her. Trunks too scared to say anything joined in the hugging of his shaking, petrified father in hysterics.
"Shhh, it's alright Vegeta." Hummed Bulma. Trucks peaked his head out from his mothers arm in the group huged and asked his father one question. "Dad, what happened?" This surprisingly made vegeta cry louder and cling on to the two tighter then before. His sobs turned into hiccups and misunderstood words.
Vegeta managed to squeak out, "Hee, hee, heeh ahhh!"Bulma looked to her son still hugging his dad with a worried look. "Vegeta," she said looking up while still hugging him, "What happened?" she whispered to gentle in his ear while moving some hair from his eyes which was messed up, or straightened up for that manner.
The fallowing week continued on the same, but a tad different. Vegeta stayed in the couples room starring at the walls with flows of tears streaming down. His voice lost form crying so much. He just lay there and stare all day at nothing, while crying. Bulma and Trunks called around to see if there was any activity going on and if there was any fights; anything to cause this!
Bulma worried called a friend of hers, a doctor McGraw. When the tall balding man came, he reminded Bulma of someone she once met. She couldn't place the face and who he reminded her of in her mind to match up."Whose that guy?" asked Trunks looking up at his mom. "His name is Dr. Philip McGraw. He is here to help figure out what is wrong with your father and who his is in shock." Trunk stood next her his mom thinking about his father's behavior and recent accounts with him leading up to the past week alone.
"Is he dying mom?" he asked his mom. Bulma looked across the hall where they were waiting, wanting to answer her son. "I do not know Trunks what is wrong with him. I wish I knew." A few moments latter Dr. McGraw came out. "I'll come back and check on him in three days. I am due in Texas for a few days." Bulma nodded to the good o' doc. "What should we do?" she asked.
The balding man sighed heavily and looked at his clip board. "Just be there all you can, he might snap back to reality, but we still don't know what caused this either." Bulma nodded and turned towards the door the man left moments ago. Trunks ran ahead of her and into the room where Vegeta was staring at the ceiling blowing spit bubbles. Bulma sat next to the bed she shared with him in the chair next to it.
"Maybe if we hit him hard, we can knock some sense into him?" Suggested the hyper active child. "He's been hit many times Trunks, it would do more harm. Besides, he's a Sayain right?" Trunks nodded. "Yeah, but you said your self mom once, 'we still don't know much about Vegeta's race of man.' I hope it isn't genetic." Bulma hearing this gave trunks a angry face and turned back to her husband, father of her child, and her friend.
"Something isn't right here at all Trunks, something Bad." Trunks grunted angrily, just as his father would. "But, how can we know what's wrong with dad? Mom?" Bulma sat there in a long train of thought thinking over what her son had mentioned. "How is a good question, there must be an answer to this Trunks." Then it dawned on her. "We must find someone who know all about sayains. There must of been someone out there who worked on these sayains when they returned to Freeza after battle." Trunks smiled a bit then frowned. "Yeah, but mom, why would dad and the other work for a freezer? Was it like the one MayTag to RULE THEM ALL? Or some Icebox mutant thing?"
"No son," she said smiling. "Freeza killed you dad on Namek nine years ago. Now let's start we have a lot to do to get him back to normal."
To be continued... reviewing is nice way for it to continue...
AND SCENE:
Vegeta had walked in the house with a very depressed look upon his face. His seven year old son first noticed then Bulma. She rushed to her husbands side who just fell limp into her hug. The tears began to pour from the sayain's eyes. Slowly the hug fell to there knees with Bulma hushing down her husband. He was traumatize, scared and clinging on to her. Trunks too scared to say anything joined in the hugging of his shaking, petrified father in hysterics.
"Shhh, it's alright Vegeta." Hummed Bulma. Trucks peaked his head out from his mothers arm in the group huged and asked his father one question. "Dad, what happened?" This surprisingly made vegeta cry louder and cling on to the two tighter then before. His sobs turned into hiccups and misunderstood words.
Vegeta managed to squeak out, "Hee, hee, heeh ahhh!"Bulma looked to her son still hugging his dad with a worried look. "Vegeta," she said looking up while still hugging him, "What happened?" she whispered to gentle in his ear while moving some hair from his eyes which was messed up, or straightened up for that manner.
The fallowing week continued on the same, but a tad different. Vegeta stayed in the couples room starring at the walls with flows of tears streaming down. His voice lost form crying so much. He just lay there and stare all day at nothing, while crying. Bulma and Trunks called around to see if there was any activity going on and if there was any fights; anything to cause this!
Bulma worried called a friend of hers, a doctor McGraw. When the tall balding man came, he reminded Bulma of someone she once met. She couldn't place the face and who he reminded her of in her mind to match up."Whose that guy?" asked Trunks looking up at his mom. "His name is Dr. Philip McGraw. He is here to help figure out what is wrong with your father and who his is in shock." Trunk stood next her his mom thinking about his father's behavior and recent accounts with him leading up to the past week alone.
"Is he dying mom?" he asked his mom. Bulma looked across the hall where they were waiting, wanting to answer her son. "I do not know Trunks what is wrong with him. I wish I knew." A few moments latter Dr. McGraw came out. "I'll come back and check on him in three days. I am due in Texas for a few days." Bulma nodded to the good o' doc. "What should we do?" she asked.
The balding man sighed heavily and looked at his clip board. "Just be there all you can, he might snap back to reality, but we still don't know what caused this either." Bulma nodded and turned towards the door the man left moments ago. Trunks ran ahead of her and into the room where Vegeta was staring at the ceiling blowing spit bubbles. Bulma sat next to the bed she shared with him in the chair next to it.
"Maybe if we hit him hard, we can knock some sense into him?" Suggested the hyper active child. "He's been hit many times Trunks, it would do more harm. Besides, he's a Sayain right?" Trunks nodded. "Yeah, but you said your self mom once, 'we still don't know much about Vegeta's race of man.' I hope it isn't genetic." Bulma hearing this gave trunks a angry face and turned back to her husband, father of her child, and her friend.
"Something isn't right here at all Trunks, something Bad." Trunks grunted angrily, just as his father would. "But, how can we know what's wrong with dad? Mom?" Bulma sat there in a long train of thought thinking over what her son had mentioned. "How is a good question, there must be an answer to this Trunks." Then it dawned on her. "We must find someone who know all about sayains. There must of been someone out there who worked on these sayains when they returned to Freeza after battle." Trunks smiled a bit then frowned. "Yeah, but mom, why would dad and the other work for a freezer? Was it like the one MayTag to RULE THEM ALL? Or some Icebox mutant thing?"
"No son," she said smiling. "Freeza killed you dad on Namek nine years ago. Now let's start we have a lot to do to get him back to normal."
To be continued... reviewing is nice way for it to continue...