The door swung open, and both Bulma and Vegeta looked up, only to find the nurse coming inside.

" Hello....Mr..." she started, grabbing the clipboard from the edge of the bed. " Vegeta. I see your statistics are getting better. We'll just need a couple of X's on your ribs and see how they are. Then I think you'll be able to go...Everything ok?" she asked warmly and caring. Vegeta nodded, looking at her quite estranged. The nurse smiled.

" My name is Kara. Now if there's anything you need, you just have to press the little red button on the remote control and call for me. Also, you should be very grateful this young girl is here. She has spent the nights with you....So cute. Ah...I remember what High School love was all about....I used to be a heartbreaker, even when you see me now so fat and old..." she stated making Bulma giggle. Vegeta stared a bit confused. The nurse smiled along.

" Well...I guess that's it. Food will be here in an hour or so...you can go wonder around but you have to keep the little cables on and you have to carry the little cart with the liquids bag plugged along with you. You can't take your clothes off until the Dr checks on you, and your girlfriend bought some clothes for you, since the other ones were all bloody...they're in the drawer. You look much better by the way....I hope you can get out soon. Also, nice ass....never seen one quite so cute. You sure are the sweetest, cutest young man ever in this hospital-" a beep interrupted her talking, indicating she had other things to do.

" Well. looks like I'm off. Have a great time, and hope I can see you hence off soon!!" stated the nurse walking out of the room. Bulma started giggling at Vegeta's blank expression. Vegeta glanced at her, his frown a bit hardened and his cheeks lightly decorated with a bit of a red color. She giggled more.

" I'm sorry....it was just so funny. It looked like she was hitting on you...." she started laughing again. Vegeta smirked in superiority.

" Well naturally.....Who could resist to such a charm.." he stated sarcastically. That made her stop her laughter. She rolled her eyes, obviously knowing it was his 'pride matters' words right now that spoke for him. Vegeta stared at her deeply as she breathed in and smiled a bit tirelessly to him

" What's wrong?" she asked noticing Vegeta's stare longer than the normal one he'd always give her. Vegeta blinked curiously.

" That's what I'd ask you....you look .....tense...." he stated. Bulma sighed hard.

" I feel like I haven't slept for days....you haven't been here for just a couple of hours you know..." she stated. Vegeta grunted.

" How many days have I been here?" he asked still looking at her eyes. Bulma couldn't take anymore but to narrow the space between their lips. Why did he like to haunt her so with just dark pupils filled of lust?

" You've been here for two days....one, when they got you here and two, this one." she stated. Vegeta smirked, feeling her lips almost on his. Suddenly the door was opened again, making him glance up, and breaking the total passion moment. It was Chichi and Goku along with Mr. Plecki.

" Hey Vegeta....ho-how are you doing?" asked Goku from afar. Vegeta looked at him as usual, then smirked.

" I'm fine..." he stated calmly. Chichi walked to him and kissed his cheek.

" Here, this is for you..." she stated putting some flowers on the surface beside him. Vegeta glanced at it, the furrowed his brows.

" What the hell? I'm not dead...why did you bring flowers!?..." he stated confused. Chichi frowned.

" I brought them in case you died, insensitive prick..." she stated back angered, taking the flowers to herself again. Vegeta smirked, as if making her mad was his only purpose. Bulma elbowed his arm gently and mouthed the words 'don't do that' to him. Soon, he rolled his eyes and rested himself on the bed, chuckling lowly to himself. Chichi walked beside Goku, who was still standing afar, staring at Vegeta quite curiously and a bit scared.

" Kakarot, what the hell do I have in my face that you keep looking at me as if I was some damn phenomenon!?" he asked irritated. Vegeta could handle Goku...up to some point that is. Goku quivered a bit then stared at him trying to look as normal as possible.

" Well....I've never seen anything like this before. I don't know what all those things around you can do to me..." he stated. Chichi and Bulma fell back *anime style*.

" Come on, Goku. You can't be serious about this..." stated Bulma in her almost unbelievable tone. Goku nodded. Mr. Plecki walked beside Vegeta.

" How are you doing?" he asked. Vegeta looked at him, his eyes showing a bit of mercy. Bulma, Chichi and Goku decided to leave the two men alone. The three of them already knew Mr. Plecki and Vegeta had a lot to talk about.

" I will be here in about an hour ok? Get some rest..." stated Bulma kissing his cheek and turning around. Vegeta held her wrist lightly, making her turn around again. She knew what he wanted....and what she wanted too. Bulma leaned in and kissed his lips shortly.

" I'll miss you...." she stated slowly walking away.

" Me too..." he whispered to himself, watching Bulma hence her way outside of the room.

Mr. Plecki sat on the chair beside his bed. There was an awkward silence, for Vegeta had no idea what to say so far....and neither did the old teacher. Finally, deciding to break the silence, Mr. Plecki started talking.

" Well, uh....you look much better than yesterday..." he stated. Vegeta glanced at him from the corner of his eye. Mr. Plecki sighed hard.

" I'm glad you're ok. There are some complications concerning your parents, Vegeta. For starters, he's going to jail along with your mother, or his wife in this case. Also, he'll be sentenced for abuse against a minor and all his belongings are going to pass to you-"

" I don't want them." Vegeta cut him off. Plecki looked at Vegeta already knowing what his statement stood for.

" Well, there is nothing else we can do about the stuff that belonged to your father-"

" Burn the house with the money inside. Sell the car and get them as far away from me as possible." he cut him off again, this time his voice sounding a bit cold. Plecki stared at the 'little guy' and memories started to pass by him. He remembered Vegeta in third grade, the first time he'd ever met him. He wasn't the coolest child, nor he was the most polite. But to be a third grader, he was brighter than most of the kids in his grade, fourth and fifth....and that always impersonated Mr. Plecki. That's when the old man made the promise to himself...he would make Vegeta the brightest student in the Universe. Mr. Plecki was the only one that teached him stuff from higher grades, considering he was a teacher of High School and not elementary school and that Vegeta had the capacity to understand the new material the teacher was instructing him. Vegeta was the kind of student that wanted to hang out in school as much as possible....Plecki always asked himself what could make this kid stay at school for so long, considering his little friends were always anxious to go home to their parents. But he wasn't, therefore, he became his teacher after class from third grade and on. And it was worth it. Vegeta was the second best SAT score above the whole nation. He didn't beat the first guy for 3 points. Must've been an answer he got wrong the teacher thought. Then the contemplation stroke him: What a coincidence that he would meet this smart kid when he was being substitute for a teacher?

When the time passed by, it was discovered this kid's parents abused of him physically. Mr. Plecki had always wanted to kill the damn bastards that didn't know what a piece of gold they were breaking. Vegeta was one lucky dude, for he could've died a long time ago....but instead decided to find some help on his own. Then the teacher made another recent discovery. The guy never had life easy, but he was strong enough to fight against it. It was like going the wrong direction against a river. Like if people walked by pass him and then suddenly people turned to be at their knees for him in a matter of seconds. Vegeta coughed, breaking the trance off the teacher. He looked at Vegeta in the eyes. That look filled with so much pain and yet so much passion. It was a shame seeing through his eyes that innocence was once broken and torn away from him at such a tender age. But then again.....Mr. Plecki asked himself.....would he have been so brilliant if he wasn't broken?

" Uh...Vegeta. Where do you plan to go to study? I have several scholarships from the University of Spain and two more on Rome and Paris themselves...would you like to go there?" he asked him. Vegeta breathed in not really knowing what to say.

" I....don't....know...." he answered back his stare down. Mr. Plecki glanced at the clock.

" Wow, it's almost 2pm. I gotta be heading back to school, they wouldn't let me off the whole day and I did stay off the whole day...haha. Isn't that funny. Soon I'll have to-"

" Thank you..." he cut him off looking at the mature man in the eyes. Mr. Plecki gave him a warm smile placing his hand on Vegeta's shoulder.

" Anytime, kid.." he stated, giving him a welcoming hug.

" Be back to school by Monday....I'm sure everybody will be glad to see you...." he stated now walking towards the door. Vegeta smiled at the teacher nodding in agreement. Soon the teacher was out of the room, and he was left all alone for a while.

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Ok. This is Chapter 17. As I already told you, the end is near....so the story will be over soon. Also, I wanted to emphasize on telling you guys I love the story 'Love and Lust' by Akumude....by far my favorite author. She really keeps the characters on their original roll and I loved the story because it cleared out some things for me. So read it, I'm sure you'll love it too. Also, America's Sweethearts has been uploaded and currently possesses 4 chapters. Please I beg of you guys to read it, and see if you like it. If not, it's ok. I know Bulma isn't a slut, and I'm not trying to make her look like one, people. She's just a spoiled brat used to be having everything...and with that comes men, material stuff and usually the sexual stuff. Don't be mad at me, please!! I love Bulma...don't I show on my other stories?! But well, I wanted to be an extremist and take her spoiled attitude to extreme. Attitudes are not good around someone who knows our game....hmm....just read the story. And try your best to like it. Bulma is going to grow out of it.....eventually....maybe....ah, just read it!! And don't forget to review this chapter, please ok? thanx ppl!!...^_^