Deal With It
Disclaimer:: I do not own any of the dragonbal/z/gt characters.
Marron's eyes widened as she dropped the gun. Her legs started to feel like jelly and she fell to her knees.
"No!" Vegeta dropped his gun and ran to 18's side and kneeled beside her. Goku quickly cuffed Goten then grabbed Marron and had to just hold her do to his lack of handcuffs.
18 lifted up her shaking hand and watched as the scarlet liquid, dropped to the floor. "Well. . ." she coughed then looked at Vegeta's worried expression and gave a feint smile, "This is new." She started coughing up blood.
"18 don't talk. Save your strength."
"Vegeta get her to the hospital now!" Goku pulled the tie from around his neck and wrapped it around Marron's wrists.
18 turned towards Marron as Vegeta lifted her up, "I'm sorry Marron, that I wasn't there for you." She pressed her hand against her wound as the pain worsened. Vegeta carried her out.
He put her in the passenger side seat and pulled the handle back, causing the seat to move back so she could lie down. He shut the door and ran to the other side, jumped in and turned the car on. He set his light on top of the car and turned on the siren as he drove towards the hospital like a bat out of hell.
"Damn it 18, why the hell weren't you wearing your vest?" (referring to those bullet proof ones)
18 shut her eyes. It was becoming harder to breath. "I was in a rush. . .I couldn't let you. . . guys go. . .without me." He had to listen very carefully because her voice was very quiet and her sentences weren't coming out all at once.
"If only you hadn't been so damn anxious. How could you do this?!"
"Are you . . .listening to yourself?"
Vegeta's eyes widened, he was sitting here yelling at her at a time like this, and was starting to not make sense. "I'm sorry, just stop talking. Everything will be alright."
"Vegeta just. . .Forget about it. I'm not going to make. .it."
"Just stop talking damn it! You are going to make it! You hear me!?"
"Yeah. . . I hear yah Vegy." she started to laugh but it came out as short raspy coughs.
He put his hand on her knee and looked at her through the mirror, "Please stop talking."
"It doesn't matter. . .I'm not going. .to make it anyway."
His grasp on her knee tightened, "Just humor me. Ok?"
Moments later he pulled into the hospital parking lot, the car spinning slightly and leaving marks, as he came to a stop. He jumped out not bothering to shut the door and ran around to her side. He pulled her out of the car carefully but quickly and rushed her inside. "I need some help here! She's been shot!" The women behind the desk gasped and picked up her phone and started speaking through it, her voice echoing throughout the room. After only seconds a man in a light green uniform came rushing out to them with a stretcher. Vegeta set her on top of it and followed as she was rushed in to another room. A woman stopped him as 18 was brought into a room were half a dozen people surrounded her. "I'm sorry sir but you're going to have to wait outside."
"But!" he felt his temper rise, "But she's my. . .she's my fiancé!"
"I'm sorry sir it doesn't matter what relation you are. Rules are rules."
He took one last look at 18 through the crowd of doctors and nurses before the woman shut the doors and pulled the curtain back. Vegeta walked into the waiting room and collapsed in to a chair, feeling weak from the sudden rush of emotions. He placed his elbow on the chair's armrest. He pressed his palm against his eyes and let out a sigh.
~I can't believe this is happening. I was supposed to protector her, she wasn't supposed to get hurt ever again. I'm so damn useless I can't even keep one person safe. If she doesn't make it I'll never forgive myself. If she doesn't make it. . .I don't know how I could go on.~
His building emotions started to become too much for him. A small liquid drop fell on to his lap. He removed his hand from his face and gave a slight smirk, ~She sure has changed me.~ He lowered his head and stared at the tiled floor. ~I have to stop thinking like this. She WILL make it.~
The next two hours crept by slowly as his head was filled with frightening thoughts. He gave a slight jump as a hand cupped over his shoulder.
"How is she?"
Vegeta turned to look at the tall grim man. "Sir?"
Goku took his hand off Vegeta and moved over to the chair beside him and sat down. "Is there any word yet?"
"No. . .Nothing" Vegeta looked back down at the floor. "Sir. Forgive my curiosity, but should you be here? I mean. . .well you know. . .your. . ."
Goku stopped him. He knew what he was trying to say, "I spent most of the last two hours just trying to sort my feelings out. But the truth is that Gohan's gone and there's no way I can help him now." A tear fell down his face but apparently it didn't embarrass him as much as it did Vegeta, because he didn't bother wiping it away. "The point is that 18's still alive and it's better that I were here for you."
Vegeta felt a swell of pity for Goku, and guilt on his behalf. Here he was worrying about this when this man's son had just died, but he couldn't help it. "I appreciate that sir but I'll be alright."
"Vegeta don't try to be brave about this. I know how you feel for the girl."
"Sir?" Vegeta's eyes widened.
"It's obvious Vegeta. I noticed it by the way you acted on that recording. And whether you know it or not, your attitude has changed a great deal."
"Sir, you've got it all wrong."
Goku could hear the anxiety in Vegeta's tone. "Don't insult my intelligence. You care for the girl and you know it."
Vegeta's hands were clenched tightly over his knees. After a couple of minutes he gave a slight nod.
"Sir."
Vegeta looked up at the young woman that had shut him out of the room earlier. "The doctor would like to speak to you."
Goku gave him a slight push and a nod. Vegeta got up and followed the woman. He approached the doctor, hoping for a good report.
"Sir, there were some complications."
Vegeta clenched his fists, "Complications?"
"The young lady didn't react to any treatment we tried to give her. In all my years I've never seen anything like it. It's as if something in her body is stopping us from helping her."
"So what are you trying to say?" Vegeta knew what he was trying to say, but he didn't want to believe it.
"She didn't make it. I'm sorry."
Vegeta pushed the doctor out of the way and practically broke the door down as he entered the room 18 was in. He looked at the two nurses still in the room. "Get out." The slightly scared nurses walked out of the room. He slowly stepped to her bedside not taking his eyes off her face. He approached her side and pulled the stool from behind him and sat on it. He took her hand in his and laced his fingers through hers. He kissed the back of her hand then placed his other hand over it. "This can't be real." But he knew it was. Her skin was cold and pale, and there was no sign of motion. Most of her body was covered with a white sheet, hiding the blood he guessed. "I'm sorry all of this had to happen to you 18. If I could have traded places with you I would have. . .But I guess now you're finally at peace." Try as he may, he couldn't stop the tears from escaping his eyes.
"18. . ." He felt himself losing more and more of his strength every second. "I love you." He started to feel dizzy and his vision became blurred. The grips he had on her hand loosened and he dropped it. He closed his eyes and his upper body collapsed over hers.
~To be continued~
*wonders if anyone is actually even reading this story* hmm......
Disclaimer:: I do not own any of the dragonbal/z/gt characters.
Marron's eyes widened as she dropped the gun. Her legs started to feel like jelly and she fell to her knees.
"No!" Vegeta dropped his gun and ran to 18's side and kneeled beside her. Goku quickly cuffed Goten then grabbed Marron and had to just hold her do to his lack of handcuffs.
18 lifted up her shaking hand and watched as the scarlet liquid, dropped to the floor. "Well. . ." she coughed then looked at Vegeta's worried expression and gave a feint smile, "This is new." She started coughing up blood.
"18 don't talk. Save your strength."
"Vegeta get her to the hospital now!" Goku pulled the tie from around his neck and wrapped it around Marron's wrists.
18 turned towards Marron as Vegeta lifted her up, "I'm sorry Marron, that I wasn't there for you." She pressed her hand against her wound as the pain worsened. Vegeta carried her out.
He put her in the passenger side seat and pulled the handle back, causing the seat to move back so she could lie down. He shut the door and ran to the other side, jumped in and turned the car on. He set his light on top of the car and turned on the siren as he drove towards the hospital like a bat out of hell.
"Damn it 18, why the hell weren't you wearing your vest?" (referring to those bullet proof ones)
18 shut her eyes. It was becoming harder to breath. "I was in a rush. . .I couldn't let you. . . guys go. . .without me." He had to listen very carefully because her voice was very quiet and her sentences weren't coming out all at once.
"If only you hadn't been so damn anxious. How could you do this?!"
"Are you . . .listening to yourself?"
Vegeta's eyes widened, he was sitting here yelling at her at a time like this, and was starting to not make sense. "I'm sorry, just stop talking. Everything will be alright."
"Vegeta just. . .Forget about it. I'm not going to make. .it."
"Just stop talking damn it! You are going to make it! You hear me!?"
"Yeah. . . I hear yah Vegy." she started to laugh but it came out as short raspy coughs.
He put his hand on her knee and looked at her through the mirror, "Please stop talking."
"It doesn't matter. . .I'm not going. .to make it anyway."
His grasp on her knee tightened, "Just humor me. Ok?"
Moments later he pulled into the hospital parking lot, the car spinning slightly and leaving marks, as he came to a stop. He jumped out not bothering to shut the door and ran around to her side. He pulled her out of the car carefully but quickly and rushed her inside. "I need some help here! She's been shot!" The women behind the desk gasped and picked up her phone and started speaking through it, her voice echoing throughout the room. After only seconds a man in a light green uniform came rushing out to them with a stretcher. Vegeta set her on top of it and followed as she was rushed in to another room. A woman stopped him as 18 was brought into a room were half a dozen people surrounded her. "I'm sorry sir but you're going to have to wait outside."
"But!" he felt his temper rise, "But she's my. . .she's my fiancé!"
"I'm sorry sir it doesn't matter what relation you are. Rules are rules."
He took one last look at 18 through the crowd of doctors and nurses before the woman shut the doors and pulled the curtain back. Vegeta walked into the waiting room and collapsed in to a chair, feeling weak from the sudden rush of emotions. He placed his elbow on the chair's armrest. He pressed his palm against his eyes and let out a sigh.
~I can't believe this is happening. I was supposed to protector her, she wasn't supposed to get hurt ever again. I'm so damn useless I can't even keep one person safe. If she doesn't make it I'll never forgive myself. If she doesn't make it. . .I don't know how I could go on.~
His building emotions started to become too much for him. A small liquid drop fell on to his lap. He removed his hand from his face and gave a slight smirk, ~She sure has changed me.~ He lowered his head and stared at the tiled floor. ~I have to stop thinking like this. She WILL make it.~
The next two hours crept by slowly as his head was filled with frightening thoughts. He gave a slight jump as a hand cupped over his shoulder.
"How is she?"
Vegeta turned to look at the tall grim man. "Sir?"
Goku took his hand off Vegeta and moved over to the chair beside him and sat down. "Is there any word yet?"
"No. . .Nothing" Vegeta looked back down at the floor. "Sir. Forgive my curiosity, but should you be here? I mean. . .well you know. . .your. . ."
Goku stopped him. He knew what he was trying to say, "I spent most of the last two hours just trying to sort my feelings out. But the truth is that Gohan's gone and there's no way I can help him now." A tear fell down his face but apparently it didn't embarrass him as much as it did Vegeta, because he didn't bother wiping it away. "The point is that 18's still alive and it's better that I were here for you."
Vegeta felt a swell of pity for Goku, and guilt on his behalf. Here he was worrying about this when this man's son had just died, but he couldn't help it. "I appreciate that sir but I'll be alright."
"Vegeta don't try to be brave about this. I know how you feel for the girl."
"Sir?" Vegeta's eyes widened.
"It's obvious Vegeta. I noticed it by the way you acted on that recording. And whether you know it or not, your attitude has changed a great deal."
"Sir, you've got it all wrong."
Goku could hear the anxiety in Vegeta's tone. "Don't insult my intelligence. You care for the girl and you know it."
Vegeta's hands were clenched tightly over his knees. After a couple of minutes he gave a slight nod.
"Sir."
Vegeta looked up at the young woman that had shut him out of the room earlier. "The doctor would like to speak to you."
Goku gave him a slight push and a nod. Vegeta got up and followed the woman. He approached the doctor, hoping for a good report.
"Sir, there were some complications."
Vegeta clenched his fists, "Complications?"
"The young lady didn't react to any treatment we tried to give her. In all my years I've never seen anything like it. It's as if something in her body is stopping us from helping her."
"So what are you trying to say?" Vegeta knew what he was trying to say, but he didn't want to believe it.
"She didn't make it. I'm sorry."
Vegeta pushed the doctor out of the way and practically broke the door down as he entered the room 18 was in. He looked at the two nurses still in the room. "Get out." The slightly scared nurses walked out of the room. He slowly stepped to her bedside not taking his eyes off her face. He approached her side and pulled the stool from behind him and sat on it. He took her hand in his and laced his fingers through hers. He kissed the back of her hand then placed his other hand over it. "This can't be real." But he knew it was. Her skin was cold and pale, and there was no sign of motion. Most of her body was covered with a white sheet, hiding the blood he guessed. "I'm sorry all of this had to happen to you 18. If I could have traded places with you I would have. . .But I guess now you're finally at peace." Try as he may, he couldn't stop the tears from escaping his eyes.
"18. . ." He felt himself losing more and more of his strength every second. "I love you." He started to feel dizzy and his vision became blurred. The grips he had on her hand loosened and he dropped it. He closed his eyes and his upper body collapsed over hers.
~To be continued~
*wonders if anyone is actually even reading this story* hmm......
