"Woman watch what you're doing!" Vegeta barked as she continued to stitch the wound that ran across his chest.
"Well if you didn't move I wouldn't have to patch you up so much!" She shouted back, face not more than six inches from his. 'I really wish his throat hadn't healed so quickly, and to think I was wanting for someone to talk to.' She was too tired to give curtsies to the brute. She was too tired and ready to pass out as it was, so it was no surprise that she was making no effort to rein in her viper tongue. Holding in the rib-cracking cough that she felt coming she tied the last not. "Don't move for the next day and that will heal with no more need for me to do this again." She whispered huskily, her throat closing in. Moving as fast as she could she left for the only real room that was aboard the ship. As soon as the door shut behind her she collapsed in a fit of coughs that left her choking for air and blood dripping off her chin. With trembling arms she pulled herself to her feet via the bed. With trembling steps she made it to the shower stall and turned the water on, but fell to what suspiciously resembled a toilet from home and relived her days previous meals. She was dismayed to find that not much of it had been digested over the day. Her condition was deteriorating and accelerating. 'In short I'm dieing, I guess I became dependant on some of those drugs after all. Though which one she hadn't the faintest idea as to where to begin. Not bothering to strip her clothes off she stumbled into the spray of water that warmed her freezing body. Trembling in need of warmth she rubbed her body with daft hands, trying to force warmth into her bones. Slowly it worked she hardly noticed that the water was purely on hot, or that had he skin been normal it would have been as red as a tomato. Only that she felt better than she had before. 'This is becoming too common a thing.' She thought pulling her drenched clothes from her body, taking care to keep the water on her figure, throwing the sopping pile into the corner she mentally promised herself that she would tend to them later. Reaching though the weak field that was powerful enough to halt the water from spilling out into the bathroom yet weak enough for her to cross through she reached for a towel. Aimless since the second she stepped through said shield she would be dry as a desert. 'Thank Kami for lotion then.' She praised silently to her deceased god. 'Once finished with replenishing her skins moisture she pulled on a gi. The only thing that had been clean in the bag she had found. She had yet to figure out what to do with her growing pile of laundry. She couldn't wear Krillin's old things and Chi-Chi hadn't left much stuff for Bulma to stash. Thus she had very little to where, and to top off al her problems she felt awkward in anything other than what she had worn for her time of torment under Gero. The irony was too great. Spending day in and day out wishing for new clothes but feeling odd once given the option of new garments.
She was weakening, he didn't know how he knew but he did. Her upheavals of food were growing more constant along with her coughing fits. Oh she never let him see her in those moments of weakness. And the two idiots he called partners were oblivious to the fact. Only grumbling that she was too strong willed and thought by far too highly of herself. He could agree but then again. The same could be said for both warriors. From what he could tell Kakkarrot would be free of the tank soon. And if he had heard correctly from her mutterings he was the next to be put in. 'Odd, I would think she would tend to herself. She seems to trust Kakkarrot above us all.' He thought watching as she reentered the room she had just bathed again. He could tell from the scent of water, and that lotion she rubbed over herself every time she did so. She was odd but he still found himself drawn to her. Chin up, eyes of pride, and a wit to match her tongue. She didn't back down and he had the feeling she never would without having already or vowing to do something else. All in all she was the one female to have held his interest for such a long bout of time. Though that may have been due to the fact that she was the only one he had seen for a while. But even under the cover of her skin cream he could smell that she was sick. Her thinning figure helped little as well, though at the moment it was hard to tell if she was thin, her out fit was that large on her. It was then that he remembered seeing the uniform before.
***He couldn't have been much younger than Radditz, though his power was clearly already double that of the third class. He wore a bright orange outfit with an odd marking just over his heart. He fought and protested against the combined strength of Napa and Radditz.***
Blinking a few times he inspected the outfit with more thought. It was the same, not torn or dirtied but the same design. He couldn't tell if the symbol was the same as Kakkarrot's had been but it was similar. Narrowing his eyes in suspicion he waited for her to look his way. He would get the information out of her. But she seemed more interested in the regen tanks. Checking in on the men she had deemed more important than himself to place in them. Finally she ended at the Sayain and she nearly fell back. The door opened and the smell of the regen liquid filled the room and soon a nude Kakkarrot left the tank. The girl looked to her side, he got the distinct impression that she was embarrassed and a blush would have graced her skin had that been possible for her. She lifted something from the floor and held it out for Kakkarrot. He said something in her tongue and she nodded. Heading towards him as the third class pulled the clothes on that she had given him. He felt oddly satisfied when she made no move to look back or peek at the dressing Sayain.
"All right you ass, as promised it is your turn for the water bubble." She stated trying to pull him into a sitting position. It looked as if the action was tiring for her, yet he had felt her pull stronger than this before. She had after all gotten them onto the beds and into the tanks. Soon the youngest surviving Sayain was at her side. It was also then she fell to her knees and began to cough. He looked down to find blood dripping from her fingers as she covered her mouth. She was in worst shape than he thought her to be.
When she fell he had no idea as to what to thing. But when the blood began to come from her mouth he knew she was more ill than he had thought her to be. He should have known, her ki had been dimmer and weaker than usual. Her eyes losing the sparkle and sense of life they normally possessed. But most of all it was the way she moved, slowly and as if every step caused her pain. "Bulma!" Pulling her up he gently rubbed her back, trying to calm her attack. Once she calmed he turned her to face him. "How long has this been happening?" He demanded, she gave him an incredulous look. He could understand, never had she been one to take orders, least of all from him.
"Not long." She mumbled, softly. He knew it to be a lie. "Not much longer." She finished, softly, resting her face against his bare chest. He knew rather than felt that she was no longer really thinking, she was ill and she had no intention of fighting any longer.
"Kakkarrot put her in." Vegeta ordered as he was already thinking that very action. He knew he had intended to put Vegeta in next. But with Bulma's current illness he figured the prince could wait. He considered ripping the clothes of her but decided that he could still fit into them. Puling them off her he was oblivious to the fact that she wore no underclothes. She was Bulma, a sister of his heart. And so to his way of thinking was not female in the sense that he would be attracted to her. Setting her in with great care he cursed the machine when it told him that the solution was being cleansed and that he had roughly an hour before it would be ready. Closing it he set the thing to start the moment it was ready. And in one of his brightest moments he had the tact to place a blanket over the window. Hiding her from the prying eyes of his comrades. He didn't know about Vegeta but he had seen the looks from Napa and Radditz given to her. They were desperate. Making them dangerous to her, turning to the strongest of the quartet he met eyes with the shorter man.
"What the hell is going on in this ship?"
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