Looking to all the bodies around her she shivered. The ship had been in need of repairs. Nothing she couldn't fix, and naught that needed tending immediately. Moving back into the control room she saw one door. Opening it she revealed a bedroom. The only other part to the room was a bathing chamber, one that was instantly put to good use. Running the water she began to strip. There was a separate shower and bath; she planned on using the bath to wash her clothes in, soaking them while she showered. Tossing them in the soapy water she decided that the shower would have to wait. With much Scrubbing and many a refilling of the tub she had them by no means spotless, but at least as clean as they would ever be able to get and no longer smelly. Moving to the shower she relished the feeling of water running down her body. She scrubbed until her skin protested the slightest touch. She felt like crying, her skin had stained, she was a mixture of black purple and blue. And it by no means was attractive, the colors looked disgusting and made her appear as if she were on big bruise. Disheartened she pulled her still damp clothes on she returned to the medical lab. The ship was shaped similarly to a boomerang. The far right holding the bathing area, middle the controls that operated the ship, the right was the medical portion of the ship. It was a ship of speed, for either message and or wounded. Good thing, it meant she didn't have to worry about pursuit. Taking the only free cot left she pulled the covers over herself. Tomorrow was another day, and that was how she had learned to live them. Day by day, one at a time.
Weakly Vegeta took in his predicament. He was not in a filthy cell as punishment, or in a regeneration tank. The sound of one person moving around told him that he was not alone. Opening his eyes he stretched his mind. Radditz and Napa were unconscious but not un-wake-able. They would have to take rounds on being awake. Kakkarrot was in a tank; he could feel that the youngest man was alive but far to deep in the mind numbing liquid to be of any help. Cracking one eye open he saw the blurred figure pass by him. Pausing at the tanks in its progress. Vision clearing he saw that the coverlet over the body was of the Sayain concubine variety. But her arms were bare of the bands that marked her as one as well. It was very confusing, fatigue returning he let sleep pull him under. He was too far gone to fight his body and what it needed to do to get better.
She knew that she had been hurt. The night before had been too full of action for her to notice. But as her body ached from the slightest breath she knew she was injured more deeply than she had thought.. But ignored it, pushing the needs of the others before her own. Tossing the parka off of herself she felt the heat of the room touch her skin. After inventory of the ship she discovered all the air, food, and fuel to have already have been replenished. She had already fixed the tracking system and was currently at work with the temperature control. She was thankful that she had her tool kit with her in one of her many capsules. With a few more tightening bolts with her wrench she was finished. It was only time until the rooms cooled and they were comfortable again. Getting up she stretched her aching body. Limping slightly she moved across the floating figures of her childhood friends, stopping at the last one. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she was met with open eyes and for a moment they only looked at each other. Did he recognize her? The others hadn't, she wasn't even sure if they knew who she was now. She couldn't really blame them but it hurt all the same.
"Hi." She started not knowing if he could hear her. "Do you know where you are?" She started, using the easy questions first. He nodded. "Do you know who I am?" Hope cracked her voice. She felt a prod at her ki and his eyes widened.
"Bulma?" The voice was warped slightly due to the machine but she heard and understood him perfectly she felt like crying.
"Hi Goku." Falling to her knees she put a hand against the glass. "Been a while hasn't it?"
"Bulma, the others."
"The team? I have them here too, in the other tanks. Goku…Roshi I found him he, he's, he died in my arms Goku. I couldn't do anything for him." She felt like breaking down but he soothed her tortured spirit.
"I know Bulma, I found him. I missed you somehow though. Bulma I have to ask. The others I was with. Where are they?"
"On the beds. I didn't leave them behind if that's what you're asking."
"The short one Bulma how is he?"
"Alive, not the best of the three but not as bad as you were." In all her life she had never heard Goku's voice so demanding.
"Bulma get me out of here and put him in." It was an order she was not going to obey.
"No, if I take you out of there you'll die. I barely got you in there in time. He can wait." She heard him growl and she moved to her feet, giving her height over his injured figure. Fixed with her best glare she finished. "I'm not letting you out of there until I'm sure you could survive without that things help. But I'll make you a deal. The moment you're well enough I'll let you out and I'll put him in, fair deal?" He grumbled and complained but agreed all the same, she wasn't giving him much of a choice. She didn't dare tell him of Chi-Chi. Or he may very well blow the thing up to go out and save her. She felt like she was betraying him in the action but knew it for his best interest. Soon he was asleep, and from what she could tell more relaxed than what he had been when she first looked upon him that day. She could understand why. She was there, he was safe for the time being and so were his friends.
He watched the creature in wonder. She had spoken with the third class in the tongue he had used when he had first been found. He could feel no stress from him but little else. Did that mean she was of no danger, or that he was too drugged to know otherwise? He was unable to stay awake long as she moved from Napa and to Radditz. She seemed to do nothing more then to care for their injuries. He closed his eyes when she reached him, other than checking his vitals and replacing old bandages she did nothing to him. When next he saw her she was resting in the medical bed to his right. The presence tugging at his mind was present again, stronger than before. Was she the cause of it? He wasn't sure, but if she was the cause then trouble would be coming his way. Darkness claimed him soon, his body forcing his mind to rest. Some things even a Sayain Prince could not fight. Something he would learn much of in the coming weeks.
Well? What do you think. In my next chapter they shall talk. And she will develop a wish to have left a certain few Sayains behind. But what of Chi-Chi and 18? Well I guess there's only one way to find out. REVIEW AND READ THE Next chapter in that order please.
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