Vegeta closed his eyes and kissed her back. Unlike Nayuki, kissing her felt right. And oh boy, did it feel wonderful. Her lips were soft and tender. She kissed him gently, not wanting to hurt him at all. He wanted to take in everything he could about her. Her scent, the softness of her lips, the way she tasted. He realized he should have gone with her a lot sooner. He did miss Nayuki, but right now he loved Bulma. She had helped him through his hardest times in his life. She had helped him through his grief of losing his parents and now she was helping him through his pain of a night he wished had never happened. What did Nayuki do to help him… Nothing.
When she pulled back to look at him, he grabbed her and held her close to him. He ignored the protest of his body, and he did his best to ignore the intense pain he received from head to toe. At first, she was tense against him, afraid that he was in pain, but when he didn't flinch in pain she relaxed and rested her head on his shoulder. She hoped that this was the start to a new long lasting relationship.
Vegeta was stuck in the hospital for three long weeks. He had finally been released from the hospital and he was really relieved. He had come to hate that small room with the small TV that didn't get any good channels, the nightstand that sat next to his bed; it was wobbly on one side and was an ugly green-brown color, the medicine cabinet that closed too loudly and the hinge was too squeaky, and he came to despise the bed he was forced to lay in; it was hard and lumpy; it creaked whenever he moved slightly; and had a funny smell to it. Living in that room for three long weeks had made Vegeta grumpy and he was more than happy to leave that horrid hospital room.
Bulma had stayed with Vegeta throughout his entire stay at the hospital, though she did return home once in order to retrieve some things to entertain Vegeta while he was bedridden and some clean clothes for her and Vegeta (who was more than happy to wear his clothes rather than his ugly hospital smock). Vegeta was glad to have Bulma's company throughout his unwanted stay at the hospital. Because of that night three weeks previous, Vegeta made himself a promise he wouldn't 1) get into another on of those death traps a.k.a a car and 2) he would never let Bulma drink, if she did it would be at their home under his watchful supervision. He would not lose both of the women he had loved to alcohol-based deaths.
He was delighted to be home. Vegeta had felt he had been gone way too long. He had been gone for over a month, and he was looking forward to getting closer to Bulma. He had returned home and was glad to see the house he had grown up in again.
As soon as he was no longer sore he promised himself he would take Bulma out on a date. That was one promise he was going to uphold.
