A.N. HI GUYS! WHAT'S UP! HERE'S CHAPTER NINE (FINALLY)! BULMA 4 VEGGIE, ::CRINGING:: SORRY ABOUT THE CLIFFHANGER, BUT GET READY FOR ANOTHER ONE. YIKES, I'M REALLY SORRY ABOUT THAT. I'D LIKE TO SAY THANK YOU TO LADY KYIA, AND JESSIE. JESSIE, FIND SOME COURAGE AND POST THOSE STORIES! YOU CAN DOO IT! =) ENOUGH BLABBING, ONTO THE FIC. NO WAIT MORE BLABBING. GUYS, I WANT TO KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE WRITING THIS FIC. LET ME KNOW WITH YOUR REVIEWS. THE MORE THE BETTER. AND FOR MY NEXT STORY, MY SISTER SUGGESTED DOING A BOOTCAMP. NO ONE TAKE THAT IDEA! IT'S MINE NOW. ALL MINE!
CHAPTER NINE!
Vegeta stopped in mid-flight as he felt something tear at his link. "Something's happened to the onna." He said to himself, turning back and flying as fast as he could.
He finally reached the crash site about seven minutes later. Cars were stopped all down the highway, watching as the paramedics placed Bulma gently on a stretcher. He saw the Volkswagen rammed into a tree with practically no windshield. *It looks like a crushed soda can. * He thought as he tore through the mob. *Woman! Bulma! * He searched for her mind, but there was only a cloudiness.
"Sir? Do you know this young lady?" a paramedic asked him.
"This is the president." Vegeta said.
"So I noticed. Guys, hurry up! If something happens to her we'll all lose our jobs." He yelled to his companions.
"Do you need something else sir?" He asked impatiently.
"I'd like to go in the ambulance."
"Hurry up and get in, we have to tear up some road before she loses too much blood." Bulma was secured inside the ambulance and Vegeta climbed in after her. The driver closed the doors and sped off lights flashing and siren sounding off.
"What's wrong with her?" Vegeta choked out.
"Well, she's not responding well at all to any kind of stimuli. She has a 40% chance of living right now, even though she's lost a lot of blood."
Vegeta swallowed a lump in his throat, and said no more for the rest of the way, trying not to look at Bulma's bloody yet strangely serene face. The paramedic watched him sympathetically. "There's nothing more we can do in here. We've already phoned ahead for the blood. Try to relax. She should be fine." He said.
Vegeta barely glanced at the paramedic and said nothing. The ambulance stopped and the doors were opened and Vegeta got out and walked next to the stretcher. The paramedics ran her inside and gave the ER team her chart. A team of seven doctors and four nurses crowded around her.
"Nurse Bobbins! Start an IV on the patient!" One of the doctors ordered.
Vegeta watched anxiously until a doctor saw him.
"Bobbins! Get that man out of here!" He snapped.
Nurse Bobbins bustled over to Vegeta. "Sir, could you please wait in the waiting room?" She pleaded. "I promise to try and keep you updated."
Vegeta (surprisingly) obeyed. He shuffled into the dimly lit waiting room, where a doctor was trying desperately to comfort four bawling children and their father, who was sobbing unashamedly.
Something inside of Vegeta made him want to feel disgust and spite toward the sobbing man for being so weak, but instead he felt nothing but…sympathy and remorse for him.
(WARNING! OOC!)
Vegeta's eyes widened in surprise as his vision blurred. A single tear fell down his cheek but to Vegeta that tear meant everything; and his everything (besides fighting, his heritage, and his pride), he now realized, was Bulma. He never before thought he'd had the heart or emotion to, for Kami's sake! He'd killed thousands of sobbing men and women, boys and girls with out a second thought. Vegeta took a deep breath to calm him and let the tear roll down his cheek before hastily brushing it away.
"Hey Vegeta," a voice said softly. Vegeta looked up into Goku's concerned face.
"What do you want Kakkarot?" He snapped angrily turning his head.
"It's Goku Vegeta, and I came to make sure you're all right."
"You're confused. You mean you came if the woman was all right." Vegeta corrected, irritated.
"Well, actually, I meant both of you. I know how hard you've been trying for all this time to hide your feelings from everyone, and I wanted to tell you that Bulma loves you also."
Vegeta jumped at the mention of her name. "How could she," he said bitterly, "After all I haven't done for her? I never even told her…" Vegeta guiltily remembered never showing a bit of affection for the woman who has changed his life so much. He remembered how they argued just before her crash.
Vegeta and Goku sat in companionable silence until a doctor strode up to them. "You! Are you the president's boyfriend that paramedic was talking about?"
"Yes he is." Goku said, answering for Vegeta.
"Great. I have some good news and some bad news for you. The good news is Bulma is in stable condition, she has no brain damage, and she'll be glad to know, we didn't even have to shave or cut her hair." He said smiling.
Goku chuckled at the doctor's reference to Bulma's one vanity. Vegeta kept his face expressionless as he asked the doctor what the bad news was. The doctor sobered quickly. "Well, she's…in a coma right now. We don't know when or if she will ever get out. We could easily lose her, there's only about a forty-five percent chance of that. She can't talk or see. In a way, she's kind of sleeping. Doctors have proven that people in comas can hear you, and it sometimes helps if you talk to them." The doctor rambled. Goku gulped as he imagined Bulma getting poked with a bunch of needles, and Vegeta turned a shade paler. "You can't see her for a few days. We have to take tests and a whole bunch of other minor procedures, not a real big deal." He said, jiggling his change in his pocket. "She needs stitches and she has many bruises and lacerations from when she flew through the windshield."
"Doctor Page, please come to the front desk. Dr. Page, please come to the front desk." A voice over head said.
"I have to go. See you two later." The doctor said jogging away from the two Sayians.
"Let's go, Vegeta." Goku said teleporting them to the White House. Vegeta stumbled away from Goku and into the lobby, where Goku followed him. Vegeta stretched out on the couch and put his arm over his eyes, as if he was trying to sleep. "You're not fooling me Vegeta," Goku exclaimed. "Just let it out. I know how upset you are."
"Upset?! I am not d* mn upset. I'm in the best f*cking (I'm sorry, I just think this word fits well here) mood I've been in for ages. That woman got what she deserved. She crossed me and got her due. I told her to calm down, d *mn it!" Vegeta stormed at Goku.
"That's O.K. Vegeta. I know you don't really mean it. Try to reach her using the link." Goku suggested, eating a cheese stick and ignoring Vegeta's previous outburst.
Vegeta frowned slightly. "I already tried. Her mind was cloudy and she wasn't thinking straight."
"Try again."
Vegeta sighed deeply in minor annoyance. He closed his eyes and concentrated. He opened his eyes in surprise when he reached Bulma.
"I can feel her." He re-closed his eyes. "She's…dreaming." He watched her dream from the shadows of her mind.
**Bulma reached for the light switch, and on the ceiling were a thousand rabid vampire bats. The creatures started to bite and chew on her but she did nothing to stop them. "Nothing can hurt me anymore. I don't have to feel pain anymore. Heartbreak, headaches, or paper-cuts, or anything else." She sighed laying down in defeat.
A figure in black appeared next to her and held a bony hand out to her and the bats disappeared at the sight of him. "Take my hand Bulma and your fate is sealed. You will never have to experience pain again." his raspy, echoing voice made Bulma shiver. She closed her eyes and let tears run unstopped down her face as she silently held her hand out to the man. Bulma quickly drew her hand back when she heard a familiar voice calling her name from the shadows. The figure in black disappeared.
"Vegeta? What are you doing in my dream…again."
"You are not asleep…hospital…accident…doctor…I tried to…a…going?"
"I can't understand you. And why do you sound so far away? Wait!" she yelled as she felt him leave. "Don't leave me!" Bulma screamed as Vegeta disappeared. She was alone and in the darkness and as far as she was concerned, the dreamy stillness of her mind now was scarier than anything else that may try to approach her for her soul. **
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"She disappeared." Vegeta said simply.
"Why didn't you tell her that you love her?"
"I…couldn't."
"Why not?" Goku asked narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
"You say she told you that she…loved me." Vegeta started, stressing the unfamiliar word, "But I will not believe it unless I hear it myself. I will not be rejected ever again."
"May I?" Goku asked pointing to his head quietly.
Vegeta raised his arm and sat up to look at Goku in surprise. "Why do you need to? I told you the whole story that day I asked for the link."
"Oh, yeah. Vegeta, Bulma isn't the same type of person as that Jez girl."
"Maybe not, but they look astoundingly alike." Vegeta muttered. "During the costume ball, Bulma looked exactly like her."
"Just a co- a co-- a--"
"Coincidence?"
"Right!" Goku smiled, "Why don't you check on her again?"
Vegeta reached out with his mind for Bulma and found her again. He watched her dream from a safe distance as he tried to figure out what was going on.
**Bulma hung her head as she made her way through the crowd (remember, this is all sort of a dream for her). They jeered and spat at her as the guard led her to her fate. The guard (or executioner, if you prefer) grabbed her arms and tied them roughly together with rope. H e pulled out a faded blue bandana, and tied it around her eyes. He moved her over the trapdoor and placed the rope around her neck. The crowd silenced as the guard bellowed, "Bulma Briefs, you are paying for your crimes by death. Before your neck breaks as I pull this lever, and you meet your maker, do you have any last words?"
Bulma struggled to keep from crying, "Yes. I do. Maybe I'm going crazy or something, but Vegeta, if you're here, I could have sworn I heard you earlier. Could you please help me! I don't know what's going on and I'm very sorry and I love you. I'm not just saying that I truly do. I don't know where you are but please! Help me."
"How sweet." The guard jeered. Without further ado, he pulled the lever for the trapdoor and Bulma fell straight through.
A.N.:END OF CHAPTER! ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER FOR YA. WILL BULMA'S NECK BREAK, WILL SHE SLOWLY SUFFOCATE OR COULD VEGETA POSSIBLY SAVE THE DAY? WHO KNOWS! FIND OUT BY READING THE NEXT CHAPTER OF PRESIDENT BRIEFS (DBZ MUSIC IN BACKGROUND.) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ AND REVIEW. AND IF YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE CRAZY PEOPLE WHO LIKES MY STORY, LET ME KNOW AND I'LL PUT YOU ON MY MAILING LIST. YOU COULD BE ONE OF THE FIRST PEOPLE WITH CHAPTER TEN! OR ELEVEN OR TWELVE (I THINK THIS STORY HAS QUITE A FEW MORE CHAPTERS LEFT.) PLEASE REVIEW ME!
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