Hello! I'm sorry that I left you at such an important time in this story, but hey! If it gets the reviews, then it works. I know, I'm evil, blah, blah blah.
This chapter's about Bulma's thoughts about the last chapter. She's unconscious and wondering about what Maia told her. So this is all in Bulma's point of view.
Disclaimer: Not mine. The characters, besides the 'Aia' triplets, do not belong to me.
Poison.
Chapter V (Thought I'd try something new.)
Antidote?
Darkness. Everywhere is dark.
Oh God. I was just shot! Am I dead? That stupid toad and any bet Vegeta's with him, having a beer and laughing with him about how WEAK human women are. But Vegeta doesn't drink.
Wait, if I'm dead, then where should I be? This isn't anything like what Goku told me about. Where am I? Am I still alive? I better be!
What if Maia was right about me ending up with Vegeta? Well, I'm doing nothing at the moment, I may as well think about it.
A son. A son with Vegeta. Oh, God. Do I really want a son with him? Was Maia lying? That toad better have been. But the photos looked so real.
The one where the baby by was pulling Vegeta's hair and the one with the purple haired boy looked just like what I expected my son to look like. Wait, he kinda looks like that kid from the future.
But the one with Vegeta and me kissing was a hoot. Like I would kiss him. Besides, he likes someone else.
What if that someone else is me? I never asked him about that!
But the one where that blonde had killed him hurt me so much. I don't want him to die. No one deserves that.
I wish I knew who Vegeta loves. I might be able to help them along. It'd be great if Vegeta could finally find someone. It would be fantastic.
"Woman."
Even here he calls me Woman.
"Woman, open your eyes. Wake up. Do something."
He sounds desperate. That'd be the day. Vegeta actually caring about someone else. Don't make me laugh.
My hand's suddenly warm and it feels like someone's holding it.
"Bulma wake up."
Vegeta called me Bulma. Wow. He has another word added to his vocabulary.
OW!!!! My stomach really hurts. I must have been knocked unconscious. Oh, yeah. I'm waking up now. I can feel the pain and everything.
I can see red. The sun must be in my eyes. I should try opening them, so I do.
~*~ Normal P.O.V
Vegeta let out a sigh of relief when he saw Bulma open her eyes. He couldn't help it. She wasn't dead.
"It hurts Vegeta." Bulma said weakly.
"I know. It will."
"Did ya get him?"
"Well, I had to make a decision between tending to you or killing the little toad."
"He's dead."
"Not quite."
"You stayed? Oh, that's so sweet." Bulma cooed and tried to sit up to hug him but the pain was too immense and she realized that her hand was in Vegeta's. She smiled and when Vegeta noticed, he pulled his hand away quickly, blush appearing on his cheeks. Bulma tried to sit up again but only failed.
"Oh, Kakarot's brat came over and gave me a sensu bean to give you." Vegeta said, looking down on the ground where he had left it. He grabbed it quickly and gave it to her.
"So how long was I out for?"
"Long enough for me to call Kakarot's house and for his offspring to bring a bean over."
"Thank you." Bulma said, reaching up to him and hugging him. Vegeta sighed again, only this time quieter. Bulma smiled again. This was the second time in one day that he was letting her hug him. "You're becoming a big softy on me." She laughed, earning a growl from Vegeta. "What? It's true. You're letting me hug you and everything." Vegeta backed off a little bit, suggesting that she should get off him, which she did, despite him wanting to keep it going.
"Would you prefer it if I were to keep you further away?"
"No."
"Then why complain?"
"I wasn't."
"Yeah, right."
"Hey, there is no need to be sarcastic. That is the lowest level of wit."
"It doesn't matter to me."
"I can tell."
"Where did Maia go?" (A/N: Sorry if I confuse you by writing Mana. He's a dude from my other story.)
"He disappeared. He used you as a diversion."
"The little toad."
"My thoughts exactly."
"Why did you stay with me instead of hurting him?"
"I would have gotten an earful from you for not staying."
"That and the fact that Prince Vegeta fancies you." Maia chuckled from behind them.
"You must be the stupidest person or whatever you are that I have ever met. First you try to mess up my mind, kill me and then you accuse Vegeta of liking me. Do you have a death wish or something?" Bulma asked.
"Ah, Miss Bulma. I did not try to stuff up your thoughts by telling you the future. I merely gave you the truth. As for hurting you, well, it's survival of the fittest and unfortunately for you, I'm fitter. And as for him fancying you, that is no lie…" Maia started. Vegeta grabbed him by the throat and started to squeeze as hard as he could. The toad's head popped right off.
"You just had to do that again, didn't you?" Bulma asked as she started to get nauseous.
"That hurts so much." Maia's head groaned.
"Ah, you do it too?"
"We can survive without our heads."
"Well, then, I'll just have to do what I did to your brother." Vegeta said, facing the closest wall.
"Um, Vegeta. Before you do that, I have to protest. I don't want to be throwing up again."
"Then turn away." He chuckled and then made sure that Bulma had her back turned to him before he threw Maia's head into the wall. Bulma flinched at the sound of his head connecting with the wall but tried to stay cool.
"Is it over?"
"Yeah. There isn't much of him left." Vegeta chuckled again.
"That's just what I wanted to hear." Bulma squirmed. She turned around and just as she saw Vegeta, pain sparked through him and he flinched. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." He groaned. He stood up as straight as he could and headed inside.
"I thought you were going to train."
"I changed my plans." He looked around for Dr. Briefs and found him in the lounge room, looking for someone. "Old man, we need to talk."
"Ah, yes Vegeta. I was just looking for you. You see, the antidote is only temporary. It lasts for about fifteen hours at a time."
"Well, I was just in a lot of pain."
"Then you must be coming to the end of your fifteen hours."
"You think? (He was being sarcastic.) What are you going to do about it?"
"I've already made many more batches and if you ever run out then Bulma can always make you some more."
"Why can't you?"
"The Mrs. and I have been called away on an urgent message. We will be away for some time." Dr. Briefs explained.
"So you're leaving me here with a woman that can't cook at all and will probably have me tucked in a bed for the whole time?"
"Well, yeah. Sorry, but this is really important. We must leave today. In five minutes, actually."
"Great." Vegeta snapped, walking out of the room. He stormed into the kitchen and sulked into a chair. Vegeta propped his elbows against the table surface and rested his head in his hands.
"Anything wrong, Vegeta?" Bulma asked from behind him.
"I didn't see you."
"What's wrong? What were you so angry at dad about?"
"The antidote isn't permanent. I only have a few hours left with this batch. He's made some more, but they only go for fifteen hours at a time." Vegeta said quietly. Bulma walked up to him and sat down on a chair next to him. "That and he's leaving for a while, leaving me here with you, a perfect example of someone who can't cook."
"Where's dad going?"
"He was called away with your mother."
"Last time he said that, they went on a shopping spree in Paris and left Yamcha and I alone."
"Your point being?" Vegeta asked, bore dripping in his voice.
"When they got back, I thought I was pregnant." Bulma giggled.
"Well, I'll be in bed probably. By then, I would have run out of shots. So their trip to get a grandchild is a waste. How did you know that they went to Paris, wherever that is?"
"Mum kept sending me postcards asking me if I was pregnant."
"And what is a postcard?"
"It's a card, you do know what that is, don't you?"
"Yes."
"It's a card that you send off to people when you go on holidays. Postcards usually have a picture of the place that you're staying at on it. I'll go ask mum if we can have the cooking robots, kay?" Bulma asked as she got off the seat and sprinted up to her mum's room.
Vegeta sulked further into the chair and rested his chin on the table.
'Why me? Why not Kakarot? He's had his fun. He's got his offspring to take his place. He's become a Super Saiyan and taken a mate. Gaia could've at least waited until I did that.'
As Bulma ran up the stairs to her parent's bedroom, all she thought about was Vegeta becoming bed ridden again. Sure, she wanted the nice attitude again, but it wasn't worth losing Vegeta.
'Shame on you, Bulma for thinking such things! It's better to have him alive then nice. What was I thinking about? I even told him that! Oh no. I'm such a mean person!'
"Bulma dear, are you alright?" Bunny asked when she saw the sore expression on Bulma's face when she walked in.
"Vegeta's sick again."
"I know. Your father told me."
"It isn't fair." Bulma said quietly and wiped a tear from her eye. Bunny walked over to Bulma and hugged her tightly.
"Your father and I are going to be away for some time. You're going to have to look after Vegeta-chan for me. Make sure he'll be alright."
"Just don't send me postcards with 'are you pregnant' written in them, please?" Bulma laughed.
"Fine. I think it might freak out poor Veggie-chan."
"It did the job with Yamcha. Oh, would we be able to keep the cooking and cleaning bots this time?"
"Sure. Your dad made some new ones for this trip. We get the shiny ones."
"Fine, mum. Have fun." Bulma said, hugging her mum before she walked back downstairs to see Vegeta slumped in the chair, his head buried in his upper arms, which were crossed on the table in front of him. Bulma sat down next to him.
"You have no idea how close I was. I was so close to becoming a Super Saiyan. I could feel it. I was so close. The extra power that I got from the treatment was amazing. I was so close. And now the chance is gone. I'm back to stage one. I'm already feeling the pain again." Vegeta said quietly. Bulma put a hand on his back and started to rub her hand up and down.
"Should we get you upstairs ten so you won't be feeling the pain walking up there?" Vegeta stood up and started up the stairs with Bulma next to him. "I'm really sorry that you couldn't do it."
"Don't worry about it. I'll just wait til the next shot." Vegeta chuckled.
"Glad that you're okay with it."
"Y'know, Baia said that you still wanted to be with Yamcha."
"He did?"
"Yes. He gave me a picture of your latest dreams. There's the one where you two were at a restaurant, one where you have a son with him and one with you in a white dress next to him in this big place in front of everyone."
"Oh, that would be my dream of me marrying him." Bulma said shyly.
"And then he gave me two more pictures. One of me sick and one of us kissing. Baia said that they were your dreams of me. Well, the second one of us was one of your dreams when I first came here." Bulma blushed a bright red. "Enjoy your dreams?"
"No one is supposed to know about other's dreams."
"So he wasn't lying?"
"No. Does that mean that they weren't lying about our future together? I mean I know you want someone else as your mate but lately I've started to think that it's me."
"You're insane."
"I thought you heard me say that I'm not a mad scientist."
"So who is he?"
"Who's who?"
"Who's the guy that you like?" Vegeta asked just as they reached his room.
"I'm not telling you."
"Why not?"
"Because you won't tell me who you like."
"Fine then. Describe him. Is he tall, short, fat, skinny, weak, strong, dark, pale?"
"Since when are you so interested in my love life?"
"Since you became so interested in mine."
"Fine then. He's medium build, nice tan, strong, but not compared to Goku."
"The Namek?" Vegeta chuckled, waiting for the screech that he knew would come.
"NO! You psycho!"
"I am not psychotic. So he's one of the Z Fighters. That weakling ex of yours."
"No. I don't like him. He's a jerk."
"What about your dreams?"
"They were ages ago." Bulma said and sat down on the bed next to him.
They sat there, talking about getting older and living with the person they wish to be with.
Neither of them knew that they were talking about each other.
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Hoo Hee!!!!!!!
I just want y'all to know that the idea for this story came by me when I read:
The Muerte Virus by Raksha. Thank you for the idea!!!!And thank you to everyone who reviewed. It helps me so much.