Author's note: I finally finished typing chapter ten (Yay…). It only took forever and a day. Thank you impatient people for being impatient with me. I'm glad you were so eager to see the next chapter. Actually that's the only reason why I finished it today, I was afraid you guys would rise up and get me! =) This chapter is kind of confusing so if you're confused, e-mail me and I will explain. If you would like to join my mailing list and get sneak peeks at the upcoming chapters, write your e-mail address in your review! Enjoy!
CHAPTER TEN!
Yamcha yawned tiredly as he watched the two Saiyans fight… Bulma had been in her coma for two days. There were undertaker's approaching the WH doors at one point, but Goku scared them all away. Yamcha had been taking Susie out a lot lately, *After all, there's nothing better to do. * He thought. Yamcha had been shocked to find a BLONDE Vegeta with GREEN eyes smirking at him when he arrived with Susie to the WH two days ago. Now all Vegeta did was train. He didn't eat, sleep, and he certainly never came back in the White House. Goku called the hospital twice a day to check on Bulma.
Her condition hadn't become any better nor had it gotten much worse. If you actually tried to talk to Vegeta and mentioned Bulma he would let loose a tirade of curses.
Yamcha frowned *He does the same exact thing everyday. Train. Train. And even more training. But the androids won't be here for ages. What the h*ll is his problem? *{Any questions on this part?}
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A few more days had past: Vegeta had even let a whole week go by for good measure before he went to the hospital alone (Goku thought it would be better if he didn't go with him) and approached the front desk where a very attractive nurse was sitting and filing her nails. She eyed Vegeta, put down her filer, and licked her lips.
"Hi. I'm Head Nurse Lauren Carey. Can I help you with something?"
"I've come to visit Bulma Briefs." Vegeta said ignoring the adoring look in Lauren's eyes.
"The President? She can only have family members visit," the nurse said checking her chart.
"She is my mate." Vegeta lied. Okay...I'm guessing you are not from around here and you mean you're her husband. She's in a private room on the 7th floor. Room 276." The nurse told him. She watched Vegeta go to the elevator and push the up button. *It figures. * She thought, going back to her nail filing, *All the hot ones are either gay, *ssholes or already taken* She watched the doors close after Vegeta *I know the president isn't married, but from the determined look on the face of that little bit of heaven on earth, she will be soon. * She sighed.
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Vegeta opened the door to room 276 and left it slightly open behind him. His eyes fixed themselves on Bulma who was lying peacefully on a bed almost completely surrounded with expensive equipment. Vegeta got a chair from the corner and sat next to Bulma's bed. He cleared his throat as he remembered what Dr. Page said about Bulma being able to hear him.
"Woman, I know I haven't talked to you for a while. Your slave--er servant woman has been going out with that loser Yamcha. That short, loud-mouthed woman called and said she couldn't come see you because she's somewhere else." Vegeta stopped feeling like a fool for talking to a woman who couldn't even respond. *Why am I here? She doesn't even like me, for Kami's sake. * He thought feeling slightly ill. (He hasn't eaten or slept, remember...). He sat there and examined her (don't be sick). She was looking really bad. She had stitches on her forehead and on her arms. She had bandages around her arms and a brace around her neck. Other than that, she looked like her normal self...except for several bruises on her legs and arms, and small (yet deep) cuts at the corners of her mouth. Vegeta turned as the door suddenly flew open. Dr. Page waved at Vegeta and beckoned for him to follow him just outside the door.
"Ah, great! You're finally here. You may be the only one who can help her, you know. I could tell by looking at you last week that you really care about what happens to her. She needs you to coax her back into life." Dr. Page told him.
Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at his boots "How did she get like that?"
"Well, we're thinking she hit the tree going WAY over the speed limit! She should actually be dead right now!"
"It's her hard head that saved her." Vegeta said wryly.
Dr. Page grinned, "Maybe so. She flew through the windshield and hit the tree, then fell back in her car. Strange, I know but that's what happened. She hasn't remained stable all week and still possible she could die. Her body isn't fighting, so until it does, she won't get any better. We've tried everything already: music, TV, medicine, and nothing's worked. I'm thinking you'll be her miracle." he finished.
Vegeta looked up at the doctor scowling, irritated at all the responsibility thrust at him. "I'll try," he said.
Dr. Page jiggled the coins in his pockets and grinned. "Great. I'll have a nurse bring you a blanket, pillow, and something to eat. It may take a while." he said, and left.
Vegeta went back to his post beside Bulma's bed. *Woman, what have you gotten me into? *
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IN BULMA"S MIND Bulma opened her eyes *Vegeta! I heard his voice* She got on her feet She had been lying there doing nothing all week, which is why her condition was getting worse). He was talking to her and Bulma frowned at the lack of emotion in his voice, he sounded bored and uneasy. Suddenly he stopped. Bulma tried to reach him, but couldn't (they both had to be conscious or in the other' unconscious to "speak" to each other.
"Why am I so glad to hear from Vegeta? Have I finally...no, not yet." she told herself. She stood there in the silence waiting for Vegeta to come back. She suddenly heard him.
"I had to talk to your doctor. The moron has a crush on you, or something. He told me you could hear me." he stopped and was quiet for a minute.
"I finally reach SSJ level like you said I would." Vegeta sighed. "This is crazy. I'm talking to someone who isn't even able to answer me. I hope you know how much everyone else is worried about you. The Vice-president is cheerful (I wonder why). People keep calling the WH to wish you well and...Oh h*ll, I can't I avoid it. Woman, what I want to know is why you hate me? If you would rather did than like me then maybe I'm just wasting my d*mn time." he said tiredly.
Bulma's eyes widened in surprise. "Vegeta! Oh, I wish you could hear me!" Bulma suddenly knew what she had to do. Vegeta went to sleep, exhausted and frustrated.
(Remember this is in Bulma's mind, it's sort of like a dream, Ok?)
She found a rope with a hook at the end (sort of like Batman's =) and threw it above her head through the small hole through which Vegeta had come. The hook caught onto something and she slowly and painfully pulled herself up to the top. She somehow came up into the bottom of a very deep pool. Only it wasn't water; it felt like quicksand and she couldn't see her way to the top. She put all of her will into getting to the top, where she knew consciousness was. She pulled and struggled until her arms felt like great dead weights and her legs were numb. She gasped as she made it to the top.
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Author's note: another sort of cliffhanger. I can't get enough of them. Ha ha. Well what are you waiting for? A train? Review me! (Please) Don't forget to review and put down your name and e-mail address if you want a peek at chapter eleven! Hope you liked chapter ten! If you did, tell your friends, tell your neighbors, tell your grandma, and tell your dog, your brothers, and sisters, your stuffed animals! I want a lot of reviews, but I can't do it with out you. I answer all asked questions, so ask away!
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~Bulma16~