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Bulma was panicking inside, and it was not helping that she knew Vegeta and her father had heard everything. She started to freak herself out thinking about being stuck in this place with her baby and Tarble, trying to keep them safe while she was the one truly in danger. She thought of her mother. Even though Kooru said he didn't plan to harm her child, he had still hurt her mother when she least expected it. She didn't trust him. She couldn't.

And the stress was starting to get her to panic.

It was making her feel as sick as she was the night of the banquet. Zarbon came into the room soon after Kooru had left her and sneer at the sight of the woman holding herself, sobbing, and nearly hyperventilating. Her arms were wrapped around her abdomen as Tarble slept beside her and she was breathing very shallow. "What is wrong with you, woman?" he snapped.

"I…" Bulma tried to speak, but her chest clenched. She knew she was having a panic attack of some sorts. "Doctor…"

Zarbon's eyes widened before he narrowed them at her. "You would like me to call someone and tell them where to find you."

"Can't breathe," she whispered quickly. "Pain. Panic. Y-You know him. J-Just…ask…ask him…t-to c-come. Please."

"Fine," Zarbon replied before he made the call. He was able to reach the doctor and explained that he was with one of his patients and to come to a warehouse. The doctor agreed to come and Zarbon hung up. "I will get him and be in the room as he examines you."

"P-Please…don't hurt him. Let him go when he's d-done," Bulma pleaded.

"He will not leave this place injured."

Bulma nodded shakily. At least she knew her doctor would be able to leave unharmed. She would have to make sure he not tell anyone where she was. After all, she had already done it. They would let him return to his place of work safely.

"You are more trouble than you're worth, girl," Zarbon scoffed. "And you will learn your place here?"

Bulma nearly laughed through her pain and tears. "You…You're not helping the anxiety," she said. "You standing o-over me…o-only making it worse. I-I need to be left alone. I need t-to c-calm myself d-down."

Zarbon insensitively rolled his eyes. "Ridiculous. I'll leave to watch out for your doctor. I only have to say one thing. You better not be faking."

The man left Bulma alone. She was so tense as she shook and she was beginning to feel sick to her stomach. "We're going to be okay," she told herself. She really did believe it, but she needed to convince her body of that as well. "We're going to be okay."

She was going to be okay, but Vegeta was still panicking upon hearing his wife's desperate words. The woman was going to send herself into a spiral possibly hurting her and the baby. "At least he's getting the doctor," Bardock attempted to assure Vegeta, though he unconsciously picked up speed as he continued to the other side of the city.

"She shouldn't be involved in this," Vegeta growled. "This is all my fault."

"It is not your fault," Bardock confirmed. "The only people at fault are your father, Frieza, and Zarbon. Neither of you deserved this. How were any of us to know that Frieza had his eye on your brother?"

"I don't know how he found out…" Vegeta pondered. "It just makes no sense."

"Frieza never made sense," Bardock bit out. "Don't worry; we're going to be there in less than ten minutes."

That didn't help Vegeta. All he could do in that moment was look at the clock and listen to the sounds of his wife sobbing and trying to focus her breathing. Everything was a mess. One thing was certain, though.

Frieza would be dead today. One way or another.

"What would one of my patients be doing in a warehouse storeroom?" the OBGYN asked Zarbon. The man didn't respond, only shrugging his shoulders. "Well, I appreciate you calling me here. I had no idea you were involved in the steel industry as well."

"Yes, I've made lots of fortunate connections," Zarbon replied. Truthfully, he couldn't stand the doctor, but he had had to do humanitarian work in order to have a cover or an alibi. One night alone, he had been seen at a party, gone off with a woman, and then a competitor to Frieza was found dead and the only loose end was the female he had knocked out and then casually snuck into bed with. It gave him the perfect opportunities to hide who he really was. "This is where she is. I will wait out here. She didn't respond well to me."

The doctor was a bit stunned by the words, no patients of his coming to mind. When he opened the door, though, he paled. What on Earth was Bulma doing in a warehouse with an unconscious child? "Bulma, what happened?"

"N-No time," she whispered. "I feel pain." She rubbed her abdomen, and the doctor was instantly at her side. He examined her the best he could away from his office.

"You need to relax your muscles. The baby is fine, but the pain is coming because you're clenching your muscles."

"I don't know if I can calm down," Bulma admitted.

He had nothing to give her for that, but he gently grabbed Bulma's arms and looked into her terror-stricken eyes. "Bulma, listen to my voice and continue staring into my eyes, okay?" Bulma nodded. "You need to take some deep breaths. Breathe in." Bulma did what he said, though the breath had been a bit shaky. "Out. Okay, good, in again. Now, out." She could already feel her arms relaxing. It was a start. "In. Out. Okay, repeat that. That's it.

"Okay, now that you loosened up slightly, I need you to close your eyes and picture something that makes you happy. I know you love your husband. Think about you and him…your first date, perhaps."

Oh, their first date had seemed so long ago. Vegeta had been wonderful. He had had her childish favorites, messy as they were, waiting for her at dinner and found her favorite movie. The way he had held her so tenderly, Bulma could already feel her body starting to relax as she thought of how his hands rested on her stomach as he held her protectively. They had woken up the same way the next morning, Vegeta moving his hands to her hair.

"Yes, that's it. You're starting to relax. Here, drink this."

The doctor pulled out a bottled water he had had with him. Bulma began taking slow sips, but she was actually starting to relax. The dizziness and shakiness from earlier was beginning to subside as well. "Now, can you tell me what you're doing here?"

Bulma tensed and shook her head. "Don't get involved. Once I'm calm, knock on the door and he'll let you leave."

"Let me…Bulma, I'm not sure I understand."

"Just tell him I'm okay and to take me home and leave," she instructed him. "Please. I'm okay."

But the doctor didn't believe her. She had just had an anxiety attack, so bad that his practice's benefactor had to call him, and now she was asking to be left here alone where she could have another anxiety attack. "I'll tell him I need to check the baby out back at the office," he told her. "He'll let you-"

"No," the frantic woman interrupted, shaking her head. "No…Tarble and I have to stay here. Don't worry about us. We'll be fine. Do not say anything. Do not let on that you suspect anything. Just-"

"Is everything all right in here?" Zarbon asked, entering the store room again.

The doctor looked to the man, trying to contain his shock, but he really didn't do a good job. He did, however, clear his throat and said, "I was able to calm her down." He looked to Bulma. "When you get a chance, call the office to make an appointment. We're going to need to discuss therapies for keeping your anxiety down."

"When I get a chance, I will," Bulma assured him. "Thank you, doctor."

Before the doctor could stand, though, a shot was heard and the doctor fell dead in front of Bulma. It took her a minute to register what happened before the panic started to take over again. She looked over to Kooru's henchman in shock. "You promised!" she cried out, tears falling freely down her face. "You said you wouldn't hurt him!"

Zarbon held the gun on her and smirked as if he were enjoying what just transpired. "I said that he wouldn't leave here injured. I said nothing about him leaving here dead. Now, do your best not to feel too anxious. I'd hate for you to be the reason more good doctors die. Frieza will be back momentarily."

"Frieza?" Bulma voiced, not knowing why that name sounded familiar. She started focusing on where she had heard that name before and recalled a night where she was eavesdropping on her parents. Her father had been working on a case, and her mother had been angry at him for putting the case ahead of her. She remembered Bardock saying that Bunny didn't understand, that he needed to bring his parents' killer to justice, and the only clue he had to go on was the name 'Frieza' written in blood.

It had been so long ago and nighttime when Bulma had heard the discussion. She one time asked her mother about it and the woman said she didn't know what her daughter was talking about. She had thought the conversation to have been a dream, but now she knew for certain that it wasn't.

Kooru Freeze…Frieza.

She gasped as her terrified orbs met the sinister eyes of Zarbon. The hired killer left her to her thoughts, alone with a sleeping child that would probably wake soon and the dead body of her obstetrician. She didn't know how she couldn't have made the connection sooner. Kooru had admitted to killing her father's parents, but she did not link his words to her childhood memory.

The man, Kooru Freeze, whom had hurt her mother and killed her baby, and Frieza, the criminal who killed her father's parents, were one in the same. There was definitely no denying that she was in the middle of something truly horrifying.

Oh, Vegeta, please, get here soon.