Oh yeah, forgot my disclaimer. I don't own any of these marvelously wonderful characters. So there!
Chapter 2: Where's My Baby!?
Vegeta hit the door to the emergency room and stopped at the front desk. He had become accustomed to this place after a few major accidents in the GR. "Where is my woman?!" he shouted at the nurse, causing her to jump and almost fall out of her chair.
"I beg your pardon? Who are you referring too?" The older woman tried to compose herself.
"Bulma Briefs. The police said she was brought here." He growled.
"And your relationship?"
"I'm her…husband." He lied. He had found out long ago that the word 'mate' seemed to shock and confuse most of these ignorant humans. "Where is she?"
"Just a moment while I check." She started tapping on her computer.
Dr. and Mrs. Briefs bustled into the room and went to the counter. "Vegeta, have you found out anything yet?" he asked, worried.
"No! Stupid humans are so damned slow."
"I'm sorry, but they've already taken her into emergency surgery. I'm afraid I can't tell you anymore than that. If you would please go down the hall to the second room on the right, you can wait in a more comfortable area. The doctor's will be with you just as soon as possible."
"I want to know now!" he shouted, scaring the entire staff.
Mrs. Briefs put her hand on his arm. "It's alright Dear. Come and wait with us. This is a good hospital. They'll take good care of her." She looked pleadingly at him.
It was several hours before the doctor came in to talk with them. "Dr. Briefs? I'm Dr. Benson. I'm the one who did the surgery on your daughter."
"How is she?"
"She's on her way to a private room. You'll be able to see her within the hour." He looked at Vegeta, who was glaring holes. "Are you her husband?"
He nodded.
"We had to deliver your son by c-section. The bullet entered at the worst possible place. It went directly into the womb and actually lodged in the baby. They took him immediately to surgery. Dr. Zamora is our best neurologist, and he's the one who is working on him now. I'm afraid I don't have any information about his condition though. We were able to close the hole in your wife's uterus, and barring any complications, she should still be able to have children in the future."
Vegeta stared at him for a minute, letting all the information absorb. "She'll be alright?" he felt a little relieved at the doctors nod. "Will my son live?" the question actually made him nauseous. He, the great warrior prince, sick over a brat. His brat.
"He has a fifty-fifty chance. I'll be honest with you son, he was seriously injured." He paused as a nurse handed him a clipboard. "Mrs. Briefs has been assigned to room 430. You can go see her for the rest of the visiting period. I don't know how strong your daughters mental state is, so I'll leave it to your discretion as to what you tell her for now."
"I won't lie to her." Vegeta stated and headed out the door to the elevator. His 'in-laws' hot on his heals.
She was lying in the bed, hooked up to various monitors. Her face was pale and expressionless. Vegeta watched her sleep for a long time. He vaguely listened to her parents talk about this and that. Mostly memories from the woman's childhood. It seemed to help calm them.
The police had come to give them the details of the shooting. Informing them that one of the robbers had been apprehended but the other two were still on the loose. Vegeta only smirked. He would find them. And they wouldn't get a comfy jail cell to call home for the next few years either.
He looked at her now flat stomach and his words from that morning came back to him. He flinched. She knew he had been kidding hadn't she? Never would he show how excited he had actually been at the thought of her giving him an heir, but she knew. Didn't she? Why did it bother him? He was only staying to defeat the androids, then Kakarot. Then he was gone. Wasn't he? He never stopped her when she talked about things for the future. About how he could train his son to fight when he was old enough. About how he would be smart and good looking. With the genes he got, how could he not?
Bulma moaned. Her eyes fluttered open to see her very worried parents and… Vegeta? What was he doing standing over her? Where was she? Her throat was dry and hurt. "What happened?" she croaked.
Her mother took her hand. "Don't you remember honey? You were in a bank robbery."
She looked blank for a moment before the memory flooded back. Shot. She'd been shot! Holy shit! "I- I was shot." Then her brain kicked in through the haze of pain medication and her hand went to her stomach. "No! Where's my baby?"
Vegeta frowned. He was becoming increasingly upset and he didn't like the feeling at all. It was one he was all too familiar with from his days with Freeza. The feeling of helplessness. "Be quiet woman. The doctor said you weren't to get upset."
"Vegeta! Our baby! Where is he?" tears were starting to well up in her sleepy eyes. Horrible thoughts were swirling through her mind. He's dead, oh Kami, my babies gone!
"He's in surgery. The doctor's still haven't come in to tell us anything, so don't asking a bunch of questions. We don't know." He said in the haughtiest voice he could manage. Which wasn't easy, even for the stolid Saiyan.
She looked up into his black eyes. He's hiding something. He's worried. Vegeta never worries. Why won't he tell me? "Don't.. let.. anything.. happen ..to ..our ..son." she whispered as the medication sucked her down into the abyss.
Mrs. Briefs sniffed and dabbed her swollen eyes. "She's out again. I wish the doctors would come on. How can they operate on such a tiny baby for so long?"
"He'll be alright. He is half Saiyan." Vegeta said, confidently. His son was strong. He had felt his ki enough to know that. He searched, looking for the babies ki. Nothing. He felt his heart seize up in his chest before he rationalized that he might not feel it if the boy were unconscious. That had to be it.
Evil cliffy, I know, but it's late and I have to go to work in the morning. Keep reviewing!! My job sucks right now and this is my vice. Later loyal Vegeta Bulma fans!
