Hey everybody! Long time, huh? Well, I'm trying to get into the spirit of the Holidays, so I decided to write a little Christmas miracle B/V story. Just to fill you in: Bulma is already about 8 months pregnant with Trunks. Seems she and Veggie get along pretty well, even though he practically lives in his GR. (big surprise) But when something horrible happens to his WOMAN, will Veggie see how much she and his unborn child really mean to him?? read and review please!
Chapter 1: It Began As Any Other Day
"Hey Mom! I'm going to run downtown for a little bit, you need me to do anything for you?" Bulma called to her mother from the front door. She picked up her purse and rummaged through it for her car capsule.
A blonde head peeked around the corner as she continued drying the dish in her hand. "I can't think of anything dear, I just went to the store so there's plenty of food for the celebration tomorrow. Are you sure you want to go out in this weather?"
"Oh, I'll be fine. It's stopped snowing and the roads are clear. I need to drop this check off at the bank and pick up 'you know who's' Christmas present. They called to let me know it was finally ready." She pulled on her coat and buttoned it over her now very swollen midsection.
"That's nice dear, but you be careful. Remember what the doctor told you about overexertion. You could go into labor early."
"Hmph! Then at least she wouldn't look like a beached whale." A gruff voice came from the stairwell.
Bulma gave the man an irritated glance. "It's your fault I look this way you big jerk." She shot out, somewhat playfully.
He smirked and chuckled lightly. "Yes, well. I can't help it if I'm so damn sexy you just couldn't help but throw yourself at me, Woman."
"Ooh! Go train or something! I'll be back in time to help you get dinner ready Mom. Bye." She heard her mother giggle as she closed the door behind her. The fresh snow crunched under her boots and the frigid air almost hurt her nose. She tossed the capsule and waited for the smoke to clear to reveal her custom designed capsule car. Carefully, she pulled out onto the main road in front of Capsule Corp. and headed for the specialty shop. "I'll just pick up his gift first, then I won't have to make that right turn across traffic on my way back." She smiled.
"I think you'll be very pleased with it Miss Briefs." The little gray haired old man handed her the broach. We followed the details of your drawing thoroughly." He produced the palm sized medallion to her.
"Oh my! It's beautiful. He'll be so surprised." She turned the piece over in her hand, examining it. "You do such good work Mr. Miller." She paid him the rather extravagant amount of money and he placed the broach in its custom leather case, then dropped it in a bag for her.
"My pleasure ma'am. That was such an unusual piece. Very exotic. May I ask what it is?"
"It's a gift for a Prince, and that's all I'm gonna say." She winked at him.
He grinned and waved goodbye. "Young folk these days. So odd."
"Oh, he's so gonna love this!" she chattered excitedly as she pulled into the bank. "Oh shit!" the drive through lane was lined up around the building. "I'll have to go in." she parked and headed inside.
The bank was all lit up for the Holidays, the tellers were even wearing silly little Santa hats. She was almost to the front when a commotion in the back of the bank drew her attention.
"This is a hold up! Everybody stay where you are!" Two gun wielding masked men made their way to the teller station. "Put all your money in here and be quick about it!" he threatened the trembling girl, handing her a sack.
A bank guard, coming back from break walked in the commotion. Drawing his gun, "Put down your weapons!" he shouted at the men, not noticing the third man behind an office door.
All hell broke loose. People screamed and bolted for the exits. Bulma was knocked back into a desk. Shots rang out as the panicked robbers tried to make their escape.
Suddenly she felt a burning pain in her abdomen. Looking down in shock, she saw a red stain, quickly growing through the front of her coat. "Oh, Kami." She mumbled in disbelief before she crashed in a heap to the floor.
Vegeta stopped in mid swing. An odd feeling overwhelming him. "What the..?" he had never experienced such a sensation before. He tried to ignore it, but it began to grow more pronounced with each moment. Frustrated that his training had been interrupted for some unknown reason, he powered the GR down and headed for the house. "I must need some food."
Mrs. Briefs was just taking a roast out of the refrigerator when he entered. "Is something wrong dear?" she didn't miss the odd expression on his face.
"Just hungry." He snapped.
"Oh, I'll fix you something then. Just have a seat." She started for the pantry when the phone rang. "Hello?…Yes this is her mother. Is something wrong?"
Vegeta caught the woman as she fainted. "Wha-." He picked up the phone with his free hand. "Who is this!"
"Mr. Briefs? This is the police department. We were just telling your wife that your daughter Bulma has been involved in a bank robbery. They took her to Capitol Hospital."
He felt his chest constrict. "What happened to her? Is she alright?"
"It's pretty serious sir. She was caught in the crossfire."
He hung the phone up. So that's what he had felt.
"What is going on in here?" Dr. Briefs walked into the kitchen, taking in the bizarre sight rather calmly.
Vegeta handed him his wife. "The police just called. Bulma's been shot. I'm going to the hospital." He growled and burst through the kitchen door.
Dr. Briefs stared after him in confusion for a moment. "Oh my word."
Ha! Bet ya thought she was gonna have a wreck! Oh well, gottcha! Please review if you want to know what happens next. You might be pleasantly surprised. There will be death and destruction in the coming chapters, so stay tuned. Poor Bulma! Poor Trunks!
