.To trust again:::…
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DBZ belongs to Akria Toriyama
Symbols:
"….." = Talking
*…..* = Thinking
[…..] = Author's note
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He reached out and removed a stray pluck of hair out of her pale face which had a big, nasty bruise on it. His hand suddenly snapped back as he heard someone open the door, it where Mr and Mrs Briefs. They rushed to her side and Vegeta quietly left the room, allowing the family to be together
Chapter 2 ~~ Pushing it down
Several days passed by while Bulma lay in Satan City Hospital, her friends and family visited every day trying to cheer her up and she got plenty of nice cards, yet nothing managed to get her old smile back. It was as if the life had been sucked right out of her, she didn't have the energy or motivation to do anything, just lie there and stare at the television like some brainless idiot. This defiantly hadn't gone unnoticed by her friends.
Chi Chi sighed and leaned against her husbands shoulder as they walked through the long corridor of the hospital. "She didn't look very good today, I think it's getting worse." She said softly, not talking about her friend's physical injuries. "Nothing cheers her up, I just don't know what to do.." She continued, watching her son walking in front of them as they reached the large doors and stepped out into the fresh air.
Goku nodded with a sad look on his face "I know what you mean, it was like she didn't even trust us. Like we're strangers to her." Chi Chi sniffled and tried to hold back tears, Bulma had never been her best friend or anything but it still hurt her very much to see her like that. "Maybe she just needs some time." She finally concluded before they shot off into the sky.
-(~~*~~)-
Bulma carefully rested her head against the soft pillow supporting her, trying to decrease the wave of pain that shot through it as much as possible. Visiting hours where finally over and to tell the truth, she was glad they where. Every day they came to see her and it wasn't helping her newly found migrane. Now don't take this the wrong way, she was glad they even cared and stuff but things just weren't the same anymore.
It now seemed foolish to her to get exited about seeing the same people every day and getting the same 'get well' cards over and over again…while she used to get exited about things like that. This made her laugh a little, how a person could change after just 45 horrible minutes. It made her wonder in what shape she would have been, had they actually finished their job… A shudder ran down her spine and she quickly pushed the thought away, turning off the television, deciding it was only increasing her headache.
She brought a pale hand up to massage her temple, since her other arm was still in a cast, and closed her eyes to make the piercing hospital lights disappear. This always helped the throbbing go away, together with the thoughts of what had happened, let alone her anger about her 'hero' not even coming to look at her! She had asked her father about Vegeta but he'd simply said he hadn't seen that much of the guy, so they figured he'd just continued his training.
"damn arrogant asshole." She muttered, she knew he was the one that saved her, and that she should be happy about it but it just pissed her off that the one guy she wanted to see didn't give a damn about her condition. With a painful shake of her head she cleared the thoughts from her head and decided to try and get some sleep.
So Bulma tried to relax and got in a comfortable position, pulling the blanket over her legs and sinking down into the matrass when suddenly a small gush of wind ruffled her hair, causing her eyes to snap open just in time to see a figure fall away from the window. With a shocked expression she forgot about her migraine, threw the blanket on the floor and jumped out of the bed to run towards the window which was suddenly wide open.
She reached it with so much speed, she thought she would've flown through it, hadn't she grabbed the frame just in time. This wasn't important enough to consider though and she peered out, heaving for her lost breath and hoping to get a glimpse of whoever had been watching her.. But it was too late, noting out of the ordinary could be spotted in the hospital's garden and on the streets beside it.
Bulma shuddered slightly in the cool breeze, her heartbeats steadily returning to their original pace as the curtains flowing around her while she quickly closed the window. It took her a couple of minutes to calm her nerves but as soon as her mind cleared up, she decided she didn't want to stay in the room any longer.
This was all she could take, for as long as she'd been there she had felt as if someone was watching her. She'd blamed it on her paranoia but this was just too much. She changed the barely closing gown for her normal clothes and packed the other few belongings her family had brought. Without a second thought she threw the door open and ran out, on her way home.
-(~~*~~)-
Vegeta held his breath as he pressed himself against the building, hiding between the thick bushes. He watched Bulma from below as she leaned forward and scanned the area while he quietly remained underneath the window. He could see the scared look on her face before she ran away, shutting the window with a loud bang which caused him to jump slightly.
He slid down onto the ground, how could he have been so stupid? Now he'd just scared her even more. But he couldn't 'visit' her, his pride and reputation would shatter right before his eyes, it had already received a big blow by saving the onna and it would never survive any further humiliation. Through the years his pride had gotten him in a lot of trouble, but had defiantly got him out of a lot as well. It seemed that this time he wasn't as lucky.
He had been looking over her for the last few days but only when no one knew he was there. He thought it worked quite well.. until now that is. Last thing he wanted was for her to get more freaked out. But he guessed it was a little late for that.
As he continued to worry about the blue young woman, he suddenly realized what he was doing, and thinking.. He made sure to scold himself for his weakness before flying away, he couldn't believe this planet had weakened him enough to worry about some baka onna who couldn't possibly take care of herself! He really had to be careful with this woman, he'd learned a long time ago that caring only got him into trouble and he wasn't very keen on trying out the theory again.
-(~~*~~)-
A yellow taxi raced through the streets of Satan city, far exeding the speed limit as it hit a water puddle, splashing the entire street as Bulma ordered the driver to go even faster. The man had found it a little strange to find a frantic woman covered in bandages and a cast around her arm roaming the streets but as soon as she told him who she was, and more importantly, showed him money, he did as he was told.
After 20 minutes the car came to a screeching halt in front of the large, dome shaped building which had 'Capsule Corp.' written on the front in big black letters. The driver got a fair amount of money and a quick thanks before Bulma scurried off into the night, making sure she didn't forget her bag in the process.
Bulma ran across the lawn which was still moist from the night before, and headed towards the back door which would lead her into the kitchen. She fumbled with the keys and in her hurry it took her a while to find the right one but as soon as she did, she flung the door open and smashed it shut behind her, making sure to lock it again.
Her heart pounded in her throat and she leaned back against the door with a tired sigh, dropping her bag to the floor. This was just too much..
She didn't get much time to catch her breath, though, as her head suddenly snapped up and her blood ran cold on it's own account as she heard someone walking around in the living room, which was connected to the kitchen. Bulma swallowed hard and slowly approached the wall between the two rooms. Pushing down he fear as much as she could and grabbing one of the kitchen chairs, she looked around the corner and held her breath.
-(~~*~~)-
Vegeta walked into the living room, deep in thought over what to do about his little 'situation' when he suddenly bumped into the little wooden table next to the couch. "Shit!" he cursed and lifted his leg, holding his foot in an attempt to stop the light pain running through it.
He sleepily made his way over towards the kitchen to get his usual midnight snack after training but was suddenly stopped by a chair crashing into him. He lost his balance, standing on one foot and all, and fell backwards onto the floor with an angry grunt. He looked up through the darkness and spotted a figure running away and storming up that stairs.
"what the hell…."
Author's note ~~ =^¬.¬^=
Phew, that's a prologue and two chapter rewritten in 24 hours, together with a whole bunch of letters my mom wanted me to typ… I think I've had my share of writing for today…. I'll continue rewriting this fic tomorrow, hopefully….