Chapter 5: Saiyan-jin Hibernation…What?!
Sunlight filtered in the room, casting shadows in the dark corners, and making strange but beautiful patterns on the two figures on the bed. The door opened and a woman with long black hair walked in. She closed the door softly, not wanting to wake the two occupants that were entangled with each other on in the bed. She looked at the bed and snorted. It was huge, the biggest bed that she had ever seen. But what could you expect from the richest couple in the world?
She walked to the other side of the room, and opened the blinds, letting more sunlight in. She was surprised when only the smaller figure stirred, and not the larger one. She sat down on the couch nearest to the bed, and watched them, waiting for them to wake up.
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Bulma moved her head with irritation when she felt the heat of the sunlight warm her body. Now she was too hot. Her mate had kept her warm, and she had kept him warm, but the heat of the sun was too much. She shook her head, where it was buried in her husband's well sculpted chest. She didn't remember leaving the blinds open.
She lifted her head, and almost screamed when she saw Chi-Chi sitting on the couch. "Wh-Wha? Chi, what are you doing here?" she questioned, visibly startled. She looked into Vegeta's face, glad that he wasn't awake. He would throw a fit if he knew that Chi-Chi was in here.
Chi-Chi smiled, and answered her. "Goku came home last night, and told me that something was up with Vegeta. And I know how you get when something is wrong with him, so I thought I would come and see if you were all right. I met Trunks downstairs. I made him breakfast, don't worry." She said, seeing that Bulma was about to get up and go find Trunks to apologize for not making him anything.
Bulma settled back down into the arms of her husband and smiled. "Thanks Chi, you're a life saver."
Chi-Chi smiled, accepting the praise. "No problem Bulma. Now, what's up? Goku seemed really concerned about Vegeta when he came home." She leaned forward so that she could hear Bulma better.
Bulma suddenly remembered everything from last night, and gasped, looking at Vegeta. He was still pale, and was having trouble breathing. She put the back of her hand against his forehead. His fever had come back.
"Chi-Chi! His fever is back! And he isn't breathing right!" she yelled, trying to calm herself down.
Chi-Chi stood up, realizing that her friend was going to have a nervous break down soon, if she didn't take action right now. "I'll go get a wet cloth!" she ran into the adjacent bathroom, and ran the water, waiting for it to get cold.
Bulma hugged Vegeta tight. 'Vegeta! Wake up! Come on! You have been sleeping for over a day now! Get up!" she pleaded, but he did not waken. Bulma put her head on his chest, waiting for her friend to come back. She was wracking her brain for an answer as to why her mate wouldn't wake up! The most that he ever slept was six hours! Nothing more than that! Saiyan-jins did not need as much sleep as humans did. The most they needed was only three to four hours. But Vegeta pushed himself to sleep longer, because he knew that Bulma did not like to wake up to an empty bed. So he slept for her. But he couldn't possibly sleep for longer than six hours. Have you ever woken up, and then tried to fall back asleep, but you couldn't because you felt too alive and awake?
Bulma was still trying to figure it out when something clicked in the back of her mind. Bulma was still for a moment before her body started to shake with laughter. NOW, she remembered. All those years ago, when Vegeta first came to Earth, before they had gotten together. Bulma had 'observed' Vegeta's sleeping habits. At first it had just started out because she thought he was sexy, so she would follow him around. But she finally started to become interested in how he slept. He was up at the crack of dawn, training until the dead of night. She had never understood how he could go so long, with only a few hours of sleep. She had cornered him one day and demanded an explanation. She remembered how the conversation had gone.
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"Vegeta! Tell me! Please! I'm dieing to know! It's been bugging me for weeks!" she pleaded. She had Vegeta cornered into a corner. Figure that. She wanted to know how he was able to train so long and so hard without at least eight hours of sleep. 'Doesn't he ever get tired?!' she screamed in her head. She was desperate. She had been following his every moment for the past few weeks, and today was the first day that he had caught her watching him. At first it had started out as an infatuation with him. Hey come on. He is hot, and sexy, and gorgeous. What woman would be able too argue with that? Even Chi-Chi agreed that he had a great body. But she still hated for trying to kill her son and husband. But Bulma didn't think that he was that bad, she was probably the only person on this planet that wasn't afraid of him. Well, except for Goku that is. He isn't that bad once you get to know him. Not that she really had gotten to 'know' him. He very rarely talked to her. But when he did, she enjoyed it. Even if it was when they were screaming at each other. She had a strong inkling that Vegeta purposely started the arguments just to get a reaction out of her. One thought had popped into her head one time. 'Maybe he's flirting.' It could be a Saiyan-jins way of flirting with somebody. I mean, if you think about, it could happen. I'm sure that on Planet Vegeta, they didn't go out on dates and give roses to show that they were attracted to someone. That much she had learned from her house guest.
"They were ruthless, cold hearted beasts that killed for fun," said Vegeta one time to her when she asked what a Saiyan-jin was like. And then he had added, "Just like me." After that she had stupidly asked how a Saiyan-jin chooses a mate. And he had told her straight out. Vegeta was never one to be subtle. He was brutally honest with whatever he said.
"If a male or female catches the eye of the opposite sex, then the stronger of the two has the right to try and claim the other. The strongest survive; the weak die. It was very rare when both partners cared for each other."
"Don't you mean 'love' each other?" she had asked, still surprised at what he had just told her.
"No, there was no such word in our society. The closest that a pair got was 'bonding'."
She had asked what bonding was, but he refused to answer her. She guessed that it was a touchy subject. He had turned on his heel, and walked way.
So now, here she was, trying to get him to tell her the secret of how Saiyan-jins slept. "Come on Vegeta! Please?!"
He grunted, and jumped onto the railing of the balcony that he was next to, and sat down. His leg was hanging over one edge, and he staring out at the stars. She was silent, not wanting to disturb his silent thinking. He said two words, and she obeyed. "Sit down."
She had taken a seat in her lawn recliner that was on her balcony. She would sit here often at night, and stare at the stars. Sometimes Vegeta would scare her shitless, because he liked to sit on the roof above her room, and stare at the stars also. She had humiliated herself more times than she could count by talking to herself, and then Vegeta would suddenly emerge and stick his head down from above, smirking and making a malicious comment.
"Sit, and don't interrupt me. You say one word and I'm gone." He stated. And she didn't doubt him. She knew that he would leave, as he had more 'significant' matters to attend to, such as his training.
"My people were not like your kind. You are completely alien to me. Your world, your traditions, your emotions, and countless other things are confusing to me. One of them being your sleeping habits. I do not see the reason why you need so much sleep. But I suppose that it is because your bodies are weaker than ours, therefore you require more rest to bring them back to par."
Bulma wanted to say something because he just made fun of her race, but she stayed quiet, listening to him speak.
He continued after a slight pause. "Saiyan-jins need only three to four hours of sleep, unlike you pathetic humans. You spend half the day in bed, wasting the day away. I do not comprehend how you get anything done during the remaining hours that you are awake. Saiyan-jins do not like to sleep 'in' as you humans call it. Our bodies are trained to be able to go without sleep for two months, before we start to feel the need to sleep. However, there is a time in every Saiyan-jins life that they will…what's that word you humans use when something sleeps for a long time?" His voice was quzical so she answerd.
"Hibernation?"
"Yes. I suppose that you call the Valrska a time of hibernation. Every once in a while when a Saiyan-jin is nearing the time of their birth they enter a stage called the Valrska. It's where our body shuts down for a month, taking the rest that we need to last for the future."
"I still don't understand. Why does your body do this? And why for a month?" Bulma was confused, but intrigued.
Vegeta sighed. "Our bodies decide that we need a long amount of sleep during one point in the year. It usually occurs round the time you were born. Do not ask me why, for I do not know. My ancestors have looked for the answers for centuries; nobody has ever come up with an answer as to why it occurs. It just does. Remember, I am trying to calculate the amount of time that we sleep, into human standards, and it comes out to a month. Our year is longer, almost three times as long as yours and we do not have months, so to speak. We have different names for special seasons. Moon Season is the most dangerous one. We had special barracks to place the children younger than of age--"
"What's 'of age'?" Bulma cut in, earning a growl from Vegeta.
"When a Saiyan comes of age, they are allowed to pick a mate. Not before. The age is seventeen. No child on our world was allowed to mate before it. No exceptions. If a male was to mate a female under age then both were put to death. Now, as I was saying. We had special barracks underneath the surface. At moon season the children who were not of age yet, were placed inside for one month, to wait out the moon. When the moon was over, they were allowed out. When the moon arises we would have either turn into Oozaru, or we mated. Most chose to not change, if they knew how to control the transformation, such as myself. But we hid the children…from ourselves. We did not want kill them or rape them. We could not control our animal instincts. Partners usually went off into the woods for one month to couple, away from the cities, full of raving mad animals. The males and females that were of age, yet had no mate, were left to defend for themselves. If they died, they died."
Bulma gasped. "How brutal! You would just leave your people to fend for themselv---," she was cut of, as Vegeta turned around and snarled.
"It was our way! We could not change who we were! We could not control the moon, or our instincts! I told you that we were a brutal and ruthless race! All we knew was fighting and surviving! If you were weak, you died! The strongest survived! Nobody else! Do not tell me that our ways were cruel and atrocious! They were sacred! From the beginning of the Saiyan-jins we had lived that way! Moon Season was treated with respect, and if you went against it, you were put to death. My race lived off our honor and strength alone! It was what every Saiyan-jin looked forward too! The more Moon Seasons that you lived to see, the more honor you gained! Moon Season was a time to find mates and mate to have off-spring!" Vegeta tried to calm himself, but the insult to his race, was not letting him so easily.
Bulma was silent, thinking about what Vegeta had just said. There was an awkward silence between the two. Vegeta turned around again and faced the stars, his back to Bulma. Bulma could see through the tight spandex that he was wearing, every muscle of his was on edge. She finally spoke up. "What are you looking at Vegeta? Why do you sometimes spend the night on the roof, instead of in your bed?"
Vegeta let the breath out that he had been holding in. He did not turn to face her, but what he said next struck Bulma to her inner core. "Where my home Planet would have been, if Frieza had not destroyed it." He said his voice void of all emotion. But he continued, and she could tell that he was trying to not let his voice break. "That deep dark empty space to the left of that group of stars was where it was." He paused. "All those years…of being the strongest race in all existent are gone. Our ways, teachings, cultures, sacred acts…all gone. And here I am; me the Prince of a deceased race, stuck on this backwater planet, where I do not understand your culture." He jumped off the railing and walked towards her, leaning over her as she lay in her chair. He looked her in the eye and she could see a hint of sadness in his black orbs. "You and your people call me an alien. But you are more alien to me then I'll ever be to you." With that he got up silently and walked away.
She did not follow him. She needed time to think, and to let him think. He might try to hide it, but she could tell that he missed his planet and people. Just by the way that he looked into the sky, she could tell that he was lonely. A sudden realization hit her, and what she thought made her feel like shit. Vegeta was right. We are aliens to him. More so than he is to us. He had to give up his culture, and ways, and learn new ones. She didn't. She was just a spoiled brat living on her planet. With her people. She understood them, Vegeta did not. She never thought about how hard it might have been for him, coming to live here, with no one else of his race to keep him company. He was the last full blooded Saiya-jin. Goku did not count and neither did his son. He was a half breed. Vegeta was a Prince of a dead race. He had been stripped of his title when his Planet was destroyed. He would never become King; he would never have a wife or a child. That thought made her heartbreak. She had some inner feeling that Vegeta would make a wonderful Father, and would never harm his child if he ever had one. She had guessed sometime during his words, that they were forbidden to mate outside their race. Their morals, however few there were, did not allow it. She found that sometime during her thoughts she had started to cry. For him. For the lost Prince. She got up, and started to walk into her bedroom, when she stopped and turned around. She looked up into the dark sky, and tried to find the spot where Vegeta had been looking for. 'That deep dark empty space to the left of that group of stars was where it was…' she saddened even more when she remembered his words. Then a thought struck her. How would she have felt if her world was destroyed? That thought haunted her the rest of the night.
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Bulma knew what her mate was doing. He was in his 'hibernation' stage. She giggled, all her worries leaving her for the moment. She kept thinking of a bear when she thought of hibernation. But…would Vegeta really sleep for a whole month?!? She didn't think that she would be able to last that long without him. Maybe he wouldn't. She hoped he wouldn't sleep for a month. She supposed that they would wait for him to wake up, but still…
A thought popped into her head. 'Maybe Goku has gone through this before.' She wondered…"Hey Chi?" she called into the bathroom, where Chi-Chi was getting a cloth for Vegeta's head.
"Hai?" answered Chi-Chi, her voice drowned out by the water running.
"Has Goku ever…has he ever…" she wasn't sure how to phrase the question. Chi-Chi walked out of the bathroom, with the cloth and put it on Vegeta's forehead.
"Has Goku ever what?" she asked, making sure that the cloth was on Vegeta's head correctly. 'He actually looks cute when he's sleeping. You can't see the evil executioner he is when he's deep in sleep.' She thought to herself. Chi-Chi may say that she hates Vegeta, but deep inside she doesn't. During the seven years that Goku was dead, he had helped her out a lot. He had snapped her out of her depression, and had been a father to Gohan and Goten when they needed one the most. Her son's adored him, even if none of them like to admit it. Well, Goten didn't know better to not say it out loud. He had started calling Vegeta, 'Dada' when he was younger, because Trunks did it, so he thought that it would be okay for him too. Vegeta had been so shocked the first time that Goten said it that he fell off his chair. He had quickly put a stop to that. And sooner or later, Goten started to call him 'Uncle Vegeta'. Vegeta didn't really mind that one. Goten still uses it sometimes. She knew that Vegeta would never harm either of her sons intentionally. "Has Goku ever what?" she repeated again.
"Has he ever…slept for a long period of time?" she asked, not sure if she was saying it right.
Chi-Chi's face scrunched up, not sure what kind of question, this was. "Well, no. Goku doesn't like to sleep a long amount of time. Wait," she paused, as if trying to remember. "There…there was this one time when he slept for two whole days. It was really freaky. He also got kind of sick. You know what? He looked a lot like what Vegeta does right now. He was pale, and looked like he was having trouble breathing. I never want to see that happen to him again."
Bulma smiled. "Good. I guess this is normal then. My poor baby. He looks like he's in pain." She said, smoothing his hair out.
"What is normal Bulma? Do you know what this is?" Chi-Chi asked curious now.
Bulma nodded and proceeded to tell her what Vegeta had told her years ago about 'Saiyan Hibernation'. Chi-Chi giggled when she was done telling the story. "Hibernation eh? Awww….now that I think of it like that, it seems really endearing." She laughed again.
Bulma sighed with relief that everything was going to be okay. "Why do you think that, here, they only sleep for two days and not a whole month?"
Chi-Chi rubbed her chin, thinking. "I have no idea… But hey, don't ask me, you're the genius." She stretched her legs out on the luxurious couch that she was sitting on. Both women froze when Vegeta made a noise in his sleep, and grabbed Bulma, burying his face in her chest. Both women laughed.
"Does he usually sleep like that?" she whispered with a grin on her face.
"Yeah. It's his favorite position." She whispered back. They laughed again. "I don't think we need to whisper Chi, he told me that when they hibernate, nothing can wake them up. He also said that the month a Saiyan-jin sleeps is the most dangerous month they live. All their power goes out the window basically. He said that the two times he had gone through this, Nappa and Radditz watched over him for the whole month, neither of them leaving his side. Three assassins tried to kill him the first time, and the second, they had to hide him off-world, because Zarbon, and Dodoria tried to kill him."
Chi-Chi gasped. That's horrible. How old was he?"
Bulma closed her eyes, trying to remember. "The…the first time was when he was three, when he still lived in the palace, and the second time was when he worked for Frieza's army…he was…seventeen I believe."
"You know, I can't imagine Vegeta being a hormonal teenager, or even a three year old! It just seems that Vegeta was always like this. You know?" said Chi-Chi.
"Yeah, I guess I can see what you mean. But I know what he looked like. He sure was cute when he was three!" said Bulma laughing.
Chi-Chi giggled. "So, how did he get into Frieza's army? He volunteered or something?"
Bulma stiffened, not liking where the conversation was going. "No. Of course he didn't. He had no choice."
"Everyone has a choice Bulma." Chi-Chi replied.
"Well, he didn't." snapped Bulma in her mate's defense. "You don't know what his life was like. You don't know the horrors that he has been though. The thousands of people he watched die in front of his eyes. Nobody knows! Nobody knows how he really is! You all think that he's some cruel, cold hearted, bastard! He's not!" cried Bulma, trying to keep her voice calm, and quiet.
"Tell me then Bulma. Tell me so that I won't think of him like that." She pleaded with her friend.
"I can't. Vegeta, he doesn't want anyone to know," whispered Bulma sadly.
"Please Bulma? You don't have to tell me everything. Just tell me what happened to his people, and why he turned out the way he is now. What happened to my husband's race? Why was their planet blown up?" she asked desperately.
Bulma swallowed hard. Goku and Chi-Chi had a right to know what happened to Planet Vegeta-sei she supposed. "Okay…but try not to interrupt me, this is hard enough as it is."
Chi-Chi nodded her head, and signaled Bulma to go on.
"As you know, the Saiyan-jins were the strongest race on our side of the galaxy. But on the other side, they were ruled by an ever more powerful force. Frieza. He told them what to do and if they didn't do it they were punished. All the Saiyan-jins trusted Frieza, because he seemed like their ally. For years, they did whatever he wanted them to do. They purged the Planets he wanted, and gave them over to him. They were paid in great amounts of money and riches. Soon they were the richest and most powerful race alive, except for the Tsiru-jins. When Vegeta's Father took the throne the Empire grew stronger, and everyone believed that the Prince would make it even superior when he took the throne. I admit, Vegeta was a spoiled little brat up until he was about fourteen. His years in the palace made him believe that he was to be bowed down to and be feared. And he was too. His people respected him with the most respect you can give a person, but they also feared him. Vegeta, as you know, has a temper. And you did not want to get him angry. So everyone sucked up to him. But Vegeta…he has a secret that nobody but I know. He was not the only heir to the throne. His baby sister Ayano looked up to him, and loved him. She was not a…normal…Saiyan-jin. Vegeta said that one thing that attracted him to me, was that I reminded him of Ayano. Our personalities were very close together. She was never quiet, and wasn't shy. She was two years younger than him, and he…loved her dearly. Vegeta was…not a nice person, and he cared for only two people. Ayano and his Mother. He respected his Father, but did not love him. He could not become attached to him, because if he was to gain the throne he would have to kill his father. Vegeta's mother's name was Celina, and she was gorgeous. She and Ayano were the only ones that showed that they cared for Vegeta. So in other words, Vegeta had no one else but them.
When…When Vegeta was fourteen, and Ayano was twelve, Frieza came for a visit to Plant Vegeta-sei. He had heard of the Prince's temper and strength, and was sure that he would make an excellent addition to his army. He told the King that if he did not hand over Vegeta and Ayano then he would destroy their planet. He wanted Ayano because she could be used against Vegeta, and make Vegeta do whatever he wanted him to do. The King gave his children over, saying that it was for the good of the Empire. On Frieza's ship Vegeta was tortured and beat almost every day because he was stubborn and would not do what Frieza ordered him to do. When Vegeta came home from a purge that had gone bad, Frieza called him into the control room. Where…Where he made Vegeta watch as his mother was raped and beaten to death."
Bulma was crying now, her tears dripping down onto Vegeta's bare shoulder, and running down his back. Chi-Chi had tears in her eyes also, and had gasped at the last part. But Bulma continued on, not being able to stop.
"Vegeta…he flipped out and tried to kill Frieza but he was beaten again, and spent a month in the regeneration tank for his 'insolence'. After that, he was withdrawn and quiet. His rage was pushed into the center of his being and heart, which was slowly turning black and cold. He was afraid that Frieza would do the same to his sister, so he protected her with his life. More times than you could count he took a pounding that was meant for her. He let no male come near her, and whenever he was off-world on a mission, she was taken with him. He trusted no one to keep her safe. Now Vegeta was sixteen, Ayano was fourteen. They had been in Frieza's army for two years. Ayano was changing. She was no longer the sweet little girl that Vegeta loved so much. Vegeta still loved her, no matter what she turned into, but she was becoming violent and closed off. She had used to tell her big brother everything, but now she was silent."
Bulma stopped and took a breath, trying to not break down anymore than she was. Chi-Chi had grabbed a box of tissues and was wiping her eyes.
"When he was seventeen Frieza murdered his Father in front of him. Vegeta tried to kill him again, and Frieza, he-" Bulma sobbed, not being able to continue on. "He—he…oh god. He…" She looked up at Chi-Chi and Chi-Chi knew. Bulma sobbed with relief that she didn't even have to speak it. She hugged Vegeta closer, who was still sleeping peacefully.
Chi-Chi gasped when she realized what Bulma was trying to say. She looked at the man that she had hated for so long. She never would have thought that this would have ever happened to him. She now understood why Vegeta was the way he was. "That's so horrible," she whispered, not taking her eyes of his muscled form.
"Vegeta was never the same after that. But that wasn't the last time that Frieza abused his body like that. Vegeta told no one. Not even Ayano. Finally, when he was eighteen, Vegeta went crazy. His rage came to the surface, and it's why he became the blood thirsty animal he was when he came to Earth," she said, stroking his hair. He was breathing evenly now, his head on her abdomen, with his arms wrapped around her in a loose embrace.
"What happened?" whispered Chi-Chi softly, afraid of what the answer might be.
Bulma took a deep breath. "He blew up Planet Vegeta-sei and he made Vegeta watch. And after that he brought in Ayano and raped her, killing her in the process."
Chi-Chi was stunned into silence. Frieza was more of a monster then she ever thought possible. She tried to talk, but no words came out.
"Chi! Please! You can't tell anyone a word of what I told you! Vegeta would never forgive me! You're my best friend besides Goku! Please!" she pleaded.
"I swear I won't ever tell a soul Bulma, you have my word." She whispered, her eyes transfixed on the sleeping prince.
For the first time, Chi-Chi noticed how many scars were placed on his back. "Please tell me that that is the only place where he has scars." She said hopefully.
Bulma shook her head sadly, and motioned to his chest and legs and arms. "Everywhere," she said.
It was silent for a few minutes, so Chi-Chi decided to speak up. "Goku told me that they are going to wish everyone back. Is it true?"
Bulma smiled. "Yeah. Vegeta came home really happy!" said Bulma, trying to forget about everything that she told Chi-Chi. It brought back painful memories.
Chi-Chi laughed, also trying to forget what she had just been told. "Goku isn't sure about this though. What if we wish them back and they start to kill and purge like they did when they were alive? I mean, you can't just change their ways because we tell them not to kill anything." She said, tapping her chin, and thinking.
'It was our ways! We could not change who we were! We could not control the moon, or our instincts! I told you that we were a brutal and ruthless race! All we knew was fighting and surviving! If you were weak, you died! The strongest survived! Nobody else! Do not tell me that our ways were cruel and atrocious! They were sacred! From the beginning of the Saiyan-jins we had lived that way! Moon Season was treated with respect, and if you went against it, you were put to death. My race lived off our honor and strength alone!'
Vegeta's words rang through her head, and she shook it, trying to not think of that. She knew that they weren't going to change over night, but they could try. Besides, Vegeta was their Prince. They would listen to him. Wouldn't they? A terrible thought it her like a ton of bricks. What if they don't accept Vegeta anymore? What will they think of me and Trunks? Saiyan-jins were not allowed to mate to anyone other than their own race! They might think Vegeta as a traitor! Bulma stopped thinking. They wouldn't do that! They couldn't do that! She wouldn't allow it to happen!
"I don't know Chi. All that we can do is hope for the best." She replied.
Chi-Chi and Bulma continued to talk for hours, neither tiring of each other. Chi-Chi had suggested that they leave Vegeta and go catch some lunch, but Bulma refused, saying she was staying with him until he woke up. Chi-Chi agreed, and had gone to the kitchen to bring some food up for Bulma who was starving. After lunch Trunks had come up, wanting to see if his parents were okay. He had been ushered out of the room, being assured that everything was okay, and that Vegeta was just tired. I wonder if Trunks will go through this 'hibernation' stage. Bulma had wondered after he had left.
Sometime during the evening, Vegeta began to stir, and mumble in his sleep. Finally he opened his eyes and met Bulma's blue ones that had been staring at his face. She lightly kissed her forehead, and he leaned into the kiss meeting her lips. He was totally unaware that Chi-Chi was in the room. Chi-Chi smirked, and got up, signaling to Bulma that she would talk to her later. She snuck out the door, and stole a last glance at the happy couple.
Bulma watched her friend leave, and then turned her attention back to Vegeta. "Hey. Are you okay? You were in you hibernation stage."
Vegeta's eyes widened a little and he managed to choke out, "H-How long have I been sleeping?"
"Two days." Bulma answered, wrapping her arms around him as he buried his face in her neck, trying to not fall back asleep. He was still tired. He wasn't used to staying in bed that long, and his muscles were stiff.
He sat up and stretched. Yawning, he flopped back down onto his back, and turned to face his mate, who was smiling at him.
The two just stare at each other for a long period of time before Vegeta turned Bulma around and pulled her back against his bare chest.
Bulma thought that he had fallen asleep again when he buried his face in her hair. "Vegeta?"
"What?" he mumbled, the sound muffled by Bulma's hair.
"Are you hungry?" She knew he had to be. He hadn't eaten in two days! His stomach gave him away when it growled. He nodded, and loosened his hold on her so she could get up. Bulma reluctantly moved out of his warm embrace and stood up. "I'll make you something okay? And I promise I won't burn it this time." She added.
Vegeta grunted. "I'm going to take a shower," he mumbled standing up. His legs felt unsteady when he tried to stand and he almost tipped over back onto the huge bed. "God Dammit," said the grumpy prince as he stumbled into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving it open a crack.
Bulma walked over to his dresser and took out some black, baggy sweats, boxers, and a white tank top. She entered the bathroom and placed his clothes on the counter. "I'll be downstairs Vegeta. Call me if you need anything."
"I'll be fine woman." He stopped so Bulma started to walk out the door. "Thank you Bulma." Vegeta said. Bulma turned around, trying to hear the soft voice over the running water.
"For what Veggie-chan?" she wondered.
"Staying with me." He said simply, sounding like he was embarrassed.
Bulma smiled, and answered, "You're welcome Vegeta." And left, closing the door behind her.
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Tell me if anything I wrote contradicts anything. I don't have time to check this a million times. I have to go out, but I wanted to update really fast. Sorry for the long wait but I've been busy with school, friends and home. I graduate from 8th grade on the 23rd too. Go me! Lol. Anyway, I already have the next two chapters written, that's what I've been doing in the long period of time I was gone. Not to mention, that I literally come up with a new fic idea every day. So, I have a lot on my mind. Bye!
