Chapter the third

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After about 10 minutes Vegeta heard the door open and some men and women came in that he'd never seen before. They were all dressed in funny suits. "Over here." He heard Bulma's donkey in labor voice say. A woman took something off her belt and strapped it around Veggie's arm. Vegeta cried out and started clawing at it. "No No No, Vegeta! Don't get that off!!" He heard Bulma say. Vegeta started to cry harder. Even though he was a MIGHTY saiyan and he was embarrassed beyond all reason, he was still scared of these people and weary of what they might do to him. "Who...is....these people?" He asked Bulma the best he could.
"They're here to help you get better! They're gonna check your vitals and then put you in a real loud and fast car." Bulma reassured Vegeta. "I'm gonna come with you!!" He let the woman take his blood pressure. He felt it start to squeeze his upper arm. When she was done with that, she checked his heart and things by pressing something cold on Vegeta's chest and tummy, and then they put him on a stretcher and put him in the car. Bulma and a nurse were sitting beside him in the red car. Vegeta was discrased. He was a saiyan, yet he had let himself get so hurt in that blast and was crying really hard in front of all those people! He didn't know why but he was channeling all his anger tworeds BULMA, the woman who was sitting beside him and stroking his bloody hair. He felt tempted to yell 'Don't touch me' and slap her hand away but he didn't have the strength. This got him thinking of the time she had touched his scar, and how she had seemed to care so much about how it got there. But why would she care? Back on Planet Vegeta they haden't CARED about eachother! This woman seemed to care about him a whole lot though. He stopped thinking about this when Bulma slapped his face gently. "Don't go to sleep, Vegeta." She advised. She lay her head on his bloody chest and hugged him up in her arms. "Re- Release me..." Vegeta moaned, but she didn't. She hugged him tighter and snuggled her face into his chest. Vegeta was sure she was getting his blood all over her face and all in her hair.
When the ambulance started up Vegeta's muscles tensed. "It's O.K..." He heard Bulma whisper into his muscular chest as she hugged him up. He'd hit her later for it. The ambulance went really fast and jostled him a lot, but with Bulma on him he felt nice and safe and warm.

Later, they got him on some kind of rolley bed he predicted and started to roll him really fast down the hall. They put him in a room and started to do many things to him that he didn't like. He heard Bulma crying in a chair next to him.
His slightly opened eyes saw the glint of a needle as a woman carried it over to him. "No...NO..." He groaned. He started to fight, thinking these earthlings were trying to hurt him or something. "Get AWAY from me...!" He weakly yelled, his voice cracking on the word 'away.' But, unfortunatly, he was restrained and the wretched thing was pressed into his upper arm to his fear. He cried out REALLY loud and kicked his feet, killing a man. With each kick more pain was added to his already miserable agony.
After 3 more shots and two I.Vs, they were done with needles as Bulma assured him. And as he had predicted Bulma was all bloody. She had his blood in her hair, in her eyes, on her face...she didn't even look like the same woman. Through all the frightful tests and cleaning of his wounds, she stood by his side. After they put bandaids around his head, around his chest, on his cheeks..everywhere, they left the room to find a REAL room outside the E.R he could go to. Vegeta layed in the bed. He was thourougly stunned about what had happened to him.

Bulma walked up to Vegeta and kissed his forehead. "Don't KISS me..." Vegeta moaned. He turned his head to the side and his cheeks flushed redder than they already were. He was EMBARRASSED. "There's no need to be embarrassed, Vegeta." Bulma reassured. "I would have cried a whole lot harder than you did." Vegeta turned his head back around to face her. "Why'd you call these humans? They can't help me with their stupid technologys and no common sense!" He griped. Bulma frowned at his inabliity to be thankful that he was alive. "Vegeta, you'll get better. Just not as fast as you would in one of those rejuvination tanks as you call them." She said. She really disliked him. Why coulden't he just accept what had happened and be thankful he wasen't dead? Vegeta coughed and lifted his muscular arm up, looking at the I.Vs they had injected in them. "Puncturung the Prince of all Saiyans with needles...it's absurd!!" He groaned. Then he closed his eyes back, which were still red and puffy from crying. "I was thinking maybe we could-" Bulma began. Vegeta's eyes popped open. "I was thinking maybe YOu could go away, hm?" He asked. Bulma sighed and slinked out of his room, and Vegeta went to sleep happily as a clam.

Later, Bulma had heard Vegeta cussing out some of the doctors who tried to give him medicene. He was saying stuff like 'It could be poisen!! There is no way in hell I'll put that sh*t into my system!!" and "Get away from me you sh*t@$$e$!!" But he'd eventually get it fed to him because someone would restrain him. Bulma walked in while someone was forcing medicene down his throat. "Hello Vegeta." She taunted. Vegeta averted his pupils tworeds her and then jerked his head out of the male nurses grasp. He spilt pink stuff all over himself. "Shut up woman. It's all your fault that I'm stuck in this wretched place! But you know, I COULD break out any time I might want to." He said. Bulma shook her head. "No! You will NOT break out of this hospital while I'm around!!" She scolded. Vegeta mocked her mouth movements as he always did and settled his head back down into the pillow. "You'll hafta sleep." He muttered. Then he began to work at pulling the needles out of his arms. Bulma smacked his hands away from the needles. "Don't pull those out; you'll kill yourself. We woulden't want that, would we?" She asked him. Vegeta shrugged. "I'm already GOING to, so would it really matter?" He said. He closed his eyes in his weariness. Bulma was no longer scared he might die in his sleep because of the heart moniter he had on. She had been scared earlier when he was saying he was tired because that sometimes meant you were going to die when you went to sleep if you were really badly hurt. "Vegeta, here." Bulma said. She strapped his oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. "So you don't stop breathing." She cooed to him. Vegeta turned his head away and closed his eyes, his chest heaving heavily. Eventually his breathing evened and he was sound asleep.

Vegeta was sure it was the middle of the night when the door opened and someone walked in. "Get out of here! Let me sleep!" He yelled. He started to kick, but the moment he sharply moved his leg a pain like 1,000 knives surged through it. "AHHHHH!!" He yelled. Bulma, who was asleep on the cot bed, snapped awake and jerked her head up. "Vegeta!!" She said. "Are you Okay?" Vegeta pointed at the nurse. "She woke me up! Of all the nerve to wake me up!!" Bulma sat up. "Well if you haden't have SCREAMED then maybe I would still be asleep too!!" She said. "Just let her do her thing and then she'll be gone." Vegeta calmed down and layed his head back on the pillow. He breathed fast and deep. "What are you gonna do, fool?" He asked, in the meanest voice he could manage. He clenched a fist as a warning. "If I feel ONE twinge of pain, even just a PINCH, I'll make sure your nose will NEVER look the same." He said. Bulma slapped at him. "Vegeta, that's not nice! Be nice to the woman, she's trying to help you!!" She said. Vegeta mocked her mouth movements like always. Bulma didn't blame him because he'd never BEEN in a human's hospital before and didn't know what the hell they'd do to him, but he was taking it pretty well so far. All he was doing was being wretched!! When the nurse moved closer to him he screamed as loud as he could. "And I'll go even LOUDER if you do not back off." He said, breathing hard. Bulma walked up and clapped a hand over Vegeta's mouth and layed on him so he coulden't lift up his arms or kick his legs without pain. She figured he was in a great deal of pain with her just laying on him. "Now, shut up, or I will NEVER get off, and you will NEVER heal right, and you will NEVER beat Goku or go Super Saiyan!!" She growled into his ear. Vegeta stopped screaming and calmed down, and Bulma slowley got off of him. "There. He's all yours." She said to the nurse. The nurse came forward with a syringe and a cotton ball. "Another shot?" Vegeta asked. Bulma noticed his voice wasen't as mean sounding this time. "Yes. Another shot." The nurse said. She stood still for a minute, then slowley walked over and cleaned off his deltoid muscle with the alcohal on the cotton ball. Vegeta noticed it made his skin feel all tingly and strange. Then she injected the syringe in his arm. Vegeta barely noticed any pain at all; he had just been protesting before to be a pain. But he knew Bulma's warning so he remained perfectly still. "All done." The nurse finally said and pulled the needle out. Bulma let out the breathe she had been holding. Vegeta clapped a hand to his deltoid to check if they'se blood. "Now can you go away and let me sleep?" He asked. This was not a polite voice but it was polite enough for Bulma. "Sure. I just wanted to tell you that tomorrow we are going to run some tests to make sure your organs are O.K, and some heart tests, and-" Vegeta held up a finger. "I'm not some LAB RAT, nurse woman. I just might hafta object to that." He stated. The nurse just wearily walked out. Vegeta just closed his eyes. How uncomfortable it was having to sleep this way because of the stupid I.Vs! But Bulma had told him to keep the cords straight or it might cause something bad to happen. He heard Bulma get back on the cot bed and say 'Good night' under her breath. Then she went to sleep along with Veggie.

The next day some doctors came in to get him. "What are you going to do? I wanna go home!!" Vegeta commented. Bulma, who was sitting by him on the bed, calmed him down. "Shh..It's O.K. You can go home when you're all better." She said. Vegeta bit at her hand. "Now tell me what you're going to do to me!" He ordered at the doctor. The doctor looked at his clipboard. "We're going to do a sonagram to make sure your kidneys and things are O.K." He said. Bulma covered her mouth with a hand and started to giggle. "Ha Ha." She said. Vegeta slapped at her. "What's a sonagram?" He asked. Before the doctor could even open his mouth to answer, Bulma said 'It's where they stick needles in your head and hook them up to this machine, and then zap your brains out-" The doctor inturruputed her. "It's just a little PAINLESS test." He said. Bulma laughed really hard. She was trying to scare Vegeta. "Painless my @$$." She said. The doctor didn't say anything this time. He grabbed Vegeta's bed and started to roll him out, with Bulma following him. They wheeled him into this little dark room with a T.V in it and a little bed thing. As Vegeta hobbled and layed down on the table someone wheeled his I.V's with him. Vegeta slolwey and painfully climbed up onto the bed. "Lay on your back." The doctor ordered him. Vegeta rolled over on his back and looked at the little T.V. "Do I get to watch Star Trek while you do this?" He asked. BUlma laughed. "No, silly! That's gonna show the inside of your stomach." Vegeta looked down at his stomach. "How does it do that? That's strange!!" He said. The doctor came over and lifted his hospital gown. "Hey! What are you doing?! If you try anything, buster-" He felt Bulma place a hand on his muscular arm. "Just be quiet. It won't hurt!!" She said. Vegeta sighed his deep breath out and looked down at what the doctor was doing.
He watched the doctor squeeze some gel-like stuff onto the middle of his tummy. Vegeta kicked his feet. "Get it off! What is it? It's eating my skin!!NOO!!" He hollered. Bulma growled. "VEGETA! IT IS NOT EATING YOUR SKIN!! NOW LAY DOWN AND STOP KICKING!!" She hollered in her meanest voice. Vegeta slowley layed his head back down and looked up at the celieng as the doctor walked off to get something. "Is' cold!!" He told Bulma, and kicked his feet. Bulma giggled. "Yep." She said. Vegeta growled. "I'm gonna kill that man when he's-" "NO YOU WILL NOT!! NOW LAY DOWN AND SHUT UP!!" Bulma growled. Vegeta obeyed as the doctor came back with a little machine. "What's that? Are you gonna zap me with it?" Vegeta rushed together. "No. He's gonna rub it in the gel all over your stomach, and it'll take a picture on the T.V. Just watch the T.V and don't pay attention to what he's doing." Bulma said. The doctor turned the moniter on and walked over then put the little machine on Vegeta's tummy. Vegeta glanced at the screen and saw a weird looking picture. "Is that ME? The inside of ME?" He asked. Bulma nodded. "Sure it is." She said. Vegeta got a little scared when the doctor started to rub the little machine all over his stomach, but he got used to it. He was enjoying the cool picture it was showing him. That was inside of HIM, and that's what he was amazed with. They didn't have stuff like this back on Planet Vegeta! The doctor rubbed the little machine up almost on his chest, on his stomach, on his abdomen, and ticklishly on his sides. Vegeta was completley fascinated by the pictures. "Is there anything wrong?" Bulma asked the doctor. The doctor shook his head. "I don't see anything so far." He said. He finally shut the machine off. "There. All done." He said. He wiped all the nasty gel off Vegeta's stomach with a paper towel and helped him get up and lay back down on his rolley bed. "Wait wait wait!! More!" The doctor said. He came over with a needle. "Lemme take your blood test while you're in here and awake." He said. Vegeta allowed the doctor to poke him in the crook of his arm and take his blood without a fight. He was relly tired and he just wanted to sleep! He was FINALLY wheeled back into his room where all he did was fuss at Bulma.

"You said it would hurt! I didn't feel any pain in the least!!" He said. Bulma giggled. "I know. I was just saying that stuff to scare you." She said. Vegeta turned his head and looked out the window. He really needed to train so he could beat Kakarott! And then he got an idea. If he got Bulma to get him moved to private home care in Capsule Corp, then perhaps it would be easier to get out of bed and go train while she wasen't around!! It was a brilliant idea! "Hey Bulma, what do you think of me being put in private home care?" He asked. Bulma immedeantly slammed her book shut. "Whuh-WHAT?!" She almost screamed, running over to him. "I would like to be moved to Private Home care. It would be easier for you because then you'd be home and could go sleep in your own bed without being worried about ME." Vegeta answered. Bulma gave a small chuckle. "You're crazy! You don't think I KNOW why you want to be moved to Private Home Care? I DO know. So you can break out and train! Well you won't be doing any of that while I'm around, so NO! You're NOT going to Private Home Care!!" She yelled into his face. She was enjoying the fact that she could boss Veggie all around when he was hurt, because she knew if he wasen't hurt she'd probably already be dead because of how much she was nagging on him. Vegeta growled and kicked his feet. "I hate you I hate you I HATE you!! I want to go back to Capsule Corp!!" He screamed. He eventually settled down. Bulma was completly happy with her choice until she started to remember his proposition. OH, how she MISSED her big house and her irratating parents! She found that soon she wasen't even paying attention to what she was reading and was caught up in thinking about going home. "Vegeta, I-" She began. But she noticed he was sound asleep, his chest heaving evenly. She sighed and went into the bathroom to reflect upon what she should do.
When Vegeta awoke from his nap he noticed Bulma was crouching on the side of his bed with her head layed by his body, and she was sleeping. How come she was asleep there when she had a perfectly good bed to sleep on? Vegeta sighed and thought about nudging her off but his emotions got the better of him so he just left her there and looked out the window. He looked down at the I.V's on his arms. "I could easily get these off....But first I'd better try getting up." He told himself. So he tried to sit up on his own, but the horrible open wounds and muscle pains made tears rush to his eyes and threaten to spill out over his lids. He was having to support himself with arms that felt like jelly. When he plopped back to the bed it woke Bulma up. She saw Vegeta smarting over his arms and stomach muscles, which he had just hurt in the process of trying to get up. "Are you O.K?" Bulma asked in a meek tone. She knew how close she was to him and how he could EASILY get revenge for her babiying him, but he didn't. Vegeta just closed his eyes and waited for the pain to pass. "I know what you did!! You tried to BUST OUT, didn't you? Well, I was thinking about getting you private home care but since you tried that I won't!!" Vegeta's eyes popped open. "I was going to the bathroom, fool!" He said. Bulma's eyes were blank for a second. "Oh, O.,K. I can help you with that." She said. She pulled her hands under the covers. "What are you doing?" Vegeta asked. He knew very well what she was doing when he felt her hands at the band of his underwear. "I can take my own undies off, woman, and I'm NOT going to the bathroom in a bedpan!! They may have given me one, but I'm not using it!!" Then he karate chopped the hand on his underwear. Bulma popped back up from under the sheets. "Then what do you propose we DO, Vegeta? You're too big for me to carry again!!" She argued. Vegeta really DID hafta pee very badly. Vegeta's being hurt got the better of him, and he layed down, tired. "I don't know!!" He whined, and started to kick his feet. He meant to get Bulma but he didn't. Instead he hurt one of his legs even worse, the pain ripping through it like he'd just ripped the tendon. His eyes bulged and he started to cry REALLY hard. It's not right for a Prince to cry!! I've got to stop this crying nonsense! It's like I'm a woman with PMS! He thought. But his tears thought different. They spilled over the bottoms of his eyelids. "Vegeta?" Bulma asked. He had his face buried into a pillow but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he was crying. Bulma crouched over him and turned his face tworeds her, but he just turned it the opposite direction and buried it into the other side of the pillow. "Let me be and get out! I don't want anyone to see me blubber." Vegeta said. When she didn't get out he slapped at her pretty face. Bulma grabbed his hand and gently placed it on his tummy, then layed on top of the hurt man. "STOPPIT! GET OFF, GET OFF, AND GO AWAY!!" He yelled feircly. he tried to bite her. "Shhh....calm down." Bulma told him. She was halfway trying to make him mad, and halfway trying to make him stop crying. What was she saying, she was more than half way trying to make him mad!! Vegeta screeched like a witch. "How can I cuh-halm down if you won't get off of me!!" He screamed. "Get off! It hurts, It hurts it hurts!!" Bulma shifted herself and made him cry harder. "This seems similar to when YOU woulden't get off my legs!" Bulma said. Vegeta was so mad he felt like killing her. He cautiosly raised an arm and charged up a ki blast, but it dissipated. He wailed harder and tried to push her off. "PLEASE get off of me, PLEASE!!" He whined. Bulma, who had been laying her head on his chest, noticed something. This was the first time he'd EVER begged at her!! She looked into his face and saw such a sad look was on it that it almost made her start to cry herself. "Oh, O.K.." She said, running a hand through his still-bloody hair. Vegeta sighed with releif when her weight was lifted off of him.
She layed her head on his chest as she sat on the side of his bed. "Get you head off of me! Don't touch me! Get away from me!!" Vegeta complained. Bulma smiled. "Nooo..." She sang,watching her finger as she trailed it all over his manly chest. Her finger hit the scar and it got her wondering yet again how it had came. "Vegeta, are you ready to tell me how this scar became?" She asked him. She caressed the scar with her finger, making Vegeta shiver with anticipation. Bulma felt his little shiver and got back on top of him but this time he didn't protest. "No. I'm not ready to tell you. I don't LIKE you." He said, still paying attention to her finger on his scar. It felt so good...with HER doing it that he just wanted to cry. Here she was, caring about him again. "I think you are.." Bulma cooed, and and ran her finger up his chest, neck, and chin. Vegeta shivered with anticipation again, and tried to push her off. "I don't need you to tell me what to do, so um...get off, now!" He said. Bulma gently stroked Vegeta on the chest with her finger, and she felt a certain hardness hit her skin which she knew very well from the place on Vegeta's body it had happened. She smiled. "Is there something you want from me? I think there is." She said. Vegeta shook his head. "Absolutely nothing." He said. When she shifted, it made him get harder. Bulma reached up and grabbed his face, then kissed him as hard as she could. Vegeta didn't kiss her back; but he didn't resist what she was doing either. He finally jerked his head backward. "Stop! I'm not flavored!!" He said. He pushed her face backwards. "Quit taking advantage of me just because I'm-" When Bulma grabbed his manhood, he shut up. His eyes got REAL big and he just stopped, and took his hands off her face. Bulma took his hands and put them on his tummy. Then she kissed him again, so hard Vegeta thought she'd suck his face off.
"NNNO." Vegeta giggled, and turned his head. "It's not right!! I don't like you! I HATE you!!" Bulma sighed and twirled her finger up in his black hair. "I don't think that's true, but....whatever you say." She said, and tapped him on the tip of the nose. Then she got up and walked out, leaving a very horny Vegeta looking after her.

"Vegeta, it's dinner time!" Vegeta heard one of the nurses tell him in his dreams. His eyes popped open at the mention of 'dinner time', and he sat up. Bulma sat up and watched Vegeta grab his tray and start to eat. She noticed how funny Vegeta was looking at her from a couple hours ago. But she was about to do something Vegeta woulden't beleive. "Mrs. Nurse, I'd like to get Vegeta moved to private home care please." She said. Vegeta immedeantly spit out the food in his mouth. "Whuh-?" He said. He looked over at Bulma, who was smiling. Vegeta smirked a little bit. "Sure. I can tell the doctor and he'll get you moved there in no time..but don't you know how expensive it is?" She asked. Bulma nodded. "Yep, but me and my dad own Capsule Corp so we're rich and we can pay for it." She said. Vegeta was so happy he coulden't see straight. Now it would be SOOO easy for him to bust out of Capsule Corporation and go train! He smiled and layed back down. It was the first real smile Bulma had seen him make! But how was he to get out of Capsule Corp when he was still using an oxygen mask and those irratating I.Vs?

Later they came and got Vegeta and put him in a wheelchair to wheel him into Bulma's car. They wheeled him in and layed him down in the reclining passenger seat, with his I.V stand strung to the back of the car and his oxygen mask attached to it. A couple of doctors and nurses were riding with them; one was holding his I.V. stand to keep it from falling. Vegeta had said he didn't want to go in an ambulance because it had scared him so bad. But he was so happy because he was GOING HOME!! He was so happy he could just kiss Bulma! But he would never on his honor do something like that. "Are you thankful of my decision?" Bulma asked him as she began to drive. "Thank you." Vegeta mumbled under his breath and closed his eyes for a nap. Ever since he had been in that accident he had been so tired it was unreal. "It's just you trying to heal." Bulma had advised. Vegeta just mocked her words and breathed some of the fresh air the oxygen mask provided. "You know, Vegeta, if you decide to be just a jerk I could make this one bumpy car ride." Bulma said. "So if I was you I think I'd watch my back." Vegeta mocked her words again and closed his eyes for a second time. He breathed in deep and went to sleep.

He woke up later to hear Mrs.Breifs say ,"How's he been doing? Is he going to be alright?" He opened his eyes and noticed that she was standing over him along with Mr. Briefs and Bulma. He was at Capsule Corporation again! He was at his....not his home, but it was close enough to be called that. "Hello, Vegeta! I baked you some cookies to make you feel better! You look so horrible but after my cookies you'll be peachy keen!" Mrs.Briefs chimed. Vegeta frowned. "Whatever. But I'm not really in a cookie mood." He said. Bulma walked over and sat by him on the bed. "Hello, Vegeta! How are you feeling?" She asked. Vegeta shrugged. "Not the best." He said. And it was true. He still felt like sh*t and his eyes were heavy and he was sooo sore and he just wanted to get better and stop having to use the annoying oxygen mask! He groaned as he passed a huge cramp in his midriff. A stinging pain ripped through him, and made him groan. "You O.K?" Bulma asked. Vegeta nodded. "I think so." He said. The I.V.s lodged in his arms were starting to itch something horrible but he could not scratch them because he might rip the needles out or so as Bulma had advised. His head was aching at a slow, dull rate. He felt sick but didn't think it was really all that much of Bulma's buisness. "I'd like to be left alone." Vegeta ordered. "And now would be a good time." Bulma just looked at him with hurt in her eyes. "What? You don't want any of Mom's cookies?" She asked. Vegeta shook his head. "No. Now get out or suffer the consequences!!" Even they all knew quite well that he really coulden't do anything in the state he was in, they knew he sure could AFTER he was recovered so they got out. Now Vegeta had a chance to test his legs yet AGAIN.
Vegeta braced himself and then shot up to sitting position the best he could. Because it was not a hospital bed he could not raise the top half of the bed to make himself sit up. He groaned and moaned as he was sitting, and ended up flat on his back again. "I can NEVER beat Kakarott like this!!" He chided, and tried to sit up again. He grasped the sides of his bed desperatly and found himself finally on his seat; but he was in so much pain it was unimaginable. "Man...alive.." He gasped. He took in whooping breaths through the oxygen mask, then managed to calm himself down despite the pain. "O.K...Now, to stand up.." He moaned. He painfully swung his legs over the side of the bed. He was so short that his toes didn't even touch the ground. He dangled and swung his feet for a second, watching them, then pushed himself on the floor. He managed to stand by holding on to the side of the bed. Tears rolled down his tanned cheeks. "I'm doing it! Now I just hafta take one step..and get used to walking slowley." He said to himself. He walked one step, his knee buckled, and he fell. A dull *thud* was heard througout the Breifs household, and Mrs.Breifs came running up. She found Vegeta on the ground and laying on his belly. He was acting as if nothing ever happened. "What happened? How'd you end up on the floor?" She asked. Vegeta painfully rose to a crawling postion, but his legs and arms shook and he thudded to the floor again. "I got really hungry so I started to come downstairs and I fell!!" He lied. "What buisness is it of yours anyhow?" Mrs.Breifs grabbed him under the armpits and strained as she tried to lift him. "Don't try to walk, dear. It'll take you longer to heal if you start to walk." She said. She managed to lay him down back in bed and strapped his oxygen mask back on. "Are you sure you don't want a cookie?" Mrs. Breifs asked. "They're fresh from the oven!" Vegeta kicked his feet weakly. "NO, I said that I do not want a cookie earlier. Now please go and get me a rag or something." He said. Mrs.Breifs left to get him his rag and get the stuff so that she could clean out his wounds as the nurses had ordered.
When Mrs.Breifs walked down to get his rag and medical equipment Bulma intercepted her. "Mama what happened? What was the thud that we heard?" She asked. It took Mrs.Breifs a minute as she tried to think of what to tell her daughter. She decided just to tell her the truth. "Vegeta claimed that he was getting up to get something to eat and he fell. I beleive, however, that he was trying to test his legs so he could break out of Private Home Care." She said. Bulma made mad eyes. "How dare him! I just know he'll end up killing himself one day. He needs someone to take care of him, and I'm sure you and Dad are tired of doing it." Mrs.Breifs just smiled. "Well, woulden't you like to take care of him? I'm sure he'd treat you right and not be unfaithful like your other boyfriend, what was his name? Yamcha?" She asked. Bulma frowned so big that it was ugly. "ME? Hook up with HIM? He's such a jerk!! He always tells me he hates me, and inflicts pain on me and others for pleasure, and the soul reason he lives is to irratate the piss out of me." She said. Mrs.Breifs just smiled. "That's not true. He's a cute man, and he DOESEN'T hate you. He always looks at you without you knowing and if he hated you he woulden't have put up with you kissing all over him today. And the only reason I've ever seen him hit you is because you hit him first." She explained. Bulma just walked out. The nerve!

"Bulma says she doesen't want to hook up with you." Mrs.Breifs explained. Vegeta smiled and took a drink of his water. "I guess I could say I'm happy with her decision. I woulden't perticularly like to be hooked up with her either-wait! Did you ASK her to hook up with me?" He said. "Well, I wasen't that blunt..." Mrs. Breifs said. Vegeta kicked his foot at her. "Get out of here, woman! I have no reason to listen to this! I would never even THINK of even touching my lips to that woman's ARMS!! I HATE HER, almost as much as I hate YOU and your stupid animals! Now just get out of here before I decide to decapitate you!" Mrs.Breifs obediantly ran out of the room and left Vegeta to wallow in his own self pity. "Dumb broad." He said to himself, and flicked on the little T.V. to watch boxing. He heard Bulma downstairs yelling at the blond-headed b*tch woman. Vegeta closed his eyes and took a little cat nap.

Vegeta had decided he needed a bath, so he had managed to get himself in there with the help of Bulma and Mrs.Breifs. He was laying in the bathtub with only bubble-bath to hide his offensive parts. (Oh My God....Drooling...^_^) He had gotten Bulma to wash his hair, and it had been quite an experiance for her because she had seen some things that looked so much better on Vegeta than they looked on any other boy. He was a BIG BOY! She had been wishing she could wash some things other than his hair. But let's get back to Veggie. He had managed to get himself to walk about 2 steps by now and he was getting ready to go to bed. The good part was, so was the rest of the house. He had decided he'd try to start trying to really walk after everyone went to bed. So, he got Mrs.Breifs and Bulma to help him get back to his room. . "I'm going to bed now." Vegeta said. He let Bulma put his oxygen mask on and turn on his heart moniter so it would beep if his heart stopped beating. Bulma put a finger in her mouth. "I'm kind of scared to leave you all the way upstairs when you're not in a hospital...your heart moniter could beep and we woulden't hear it maybe and then you'd DIE!" She said, getting frantic. "Oh, I'll be fine worry wart. Just go down to your stinky room and go to bed." Vegeta advised. "Goodnight." Bulma said, and walked down the stairs. Mrs.Breifs asked Vegeta if he wanted a cookie AGAIN before she finally went downstairs. Vegeta rolled over to catch some Z's.
When Vegeta's eyes had only been closed about 5 minutes he heard someone open the door. It was Bulma with her arms full of her pillows and blankets and stuff. "What are you doing!? Get out!!" He yelled. He yelled so loud it caused a window to crack. "Oh, me? I'm gonna sleep on the floor so that if something happens I can wake up and help you." She said. Vegeta frowned horribly. "I don't need your help, and I don't need you to sleep by me like your a mother worried about her little baby or something!" He scolded. "Now go on back to your nasty room and go to sleep, b*tch." Bulma just layed her stuff in the floor, humming as she did so. She took the time to fluff her pillows and stuff. "I said get out NOW!!" Vegeta hollered. Bulma just closed the door, turned on the fan, and layed down on her pallet. "Goodnight, Vegeta." She said. Vegeta grumbled something horrible. How would he ever be able to try to walk now?

At about 1:00 AM in the morning Vegeta was awake and wondering if he should try to walk or not. He knew he had a risk of waking Bulma up; But then again he could also NOT wake her up. He didn't know if she was a light sleeper or a sound sleeper. He just decided to risk it all. He flipped around and over on his belly, then pushed himself up on his knees and his arms like he was doing a pushup. He managed to blind out the pain just fine though. He pulled his legs up under him and sat on them and thought about how he could walk without waking 'the woman'. He slowley unfolded his legs from under him and dangled them off the bed. He looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes for a second, imagining how good it would feel for him to get back into the G.R and TRAIN TRAIN TRAIN. Then he felt someone painfully grab his foot, digging the nails into his skin. He jumped back into reality and yelped. "Bulma!" He said. And that's exactly who it was.
"Vegeta, you backstabber! I was awake this whole time and just listening for you! I knew you'd try to get up and burst out of here." She griped. Vegeta was breathing hard from the scare she had given him when she had grabbed his bare ankle. "It's not your buisness whether I get better or not." He grumbled. Bulma stood up and pushed him on the chest, and he fell back into the laying position. He was clad only in breifs and nothing else, making Bulma realize what a nice body he had. She just wanted to jump on top of him and bury her face in his warm belly, and have him caress her hair lovingly..only the word 'lovingly' did not exist in the man's vocabulary. Bulma frowned at this. Bulma tucked the blankets in all around him. "You'll get better SOON, I promise!" She said in an almost soothing voice. Vegeta growled. He closed his eyes. "Do you understand how badly I need to train for these androids? You would if you cared about your planet." Bulma just went back over and layed down. "Be quiet, Veggie. Go to sleep!" She said. Vegeta blinked at the little pet name she had just called him by. "Veggie? Did you just call me VEGGIE?" He asked. Bulma chuckled and nodded. "Mm-Hm. Now good night, VEGETA." She confirmed. Then she rolled over, and so did my baby Geeta honeys.

The next day was even worse for Vegeta because of how much Bulma was by his side from his escape attempt of the previous night. No matter how much Vegeta or Mrs.Breifs ordered her too she would not leave him alone! "Can't you go away to even EAT? You'll become so skinny you'll look like one of those anemic models!" Vegeta shouted at her. Bulma shook her head and grabbed her book. "Uh-uh. Nope. I've gotta make sure you don't break out." She said. "I'll tie you to the bed if I have to." Vegeta looked at the cover of the book and noticed he could read just well enough to kind of read the title and he could decipher the picture. "How come you're reading a book about raising babies? You don't HAVE a baby! You're so ugly that a man would hafta be crazy to even have sex with you." He asked. Bulma shrugged. "Nunya. It's not your buisness, but if you'd like to know, it's my dream to have a baby someday. Even though I'm already in my thirties I might still have hope." And she flipped the page. She giggled at a picture. "This baby is so cute!!" She said. She showed the picture to Vegeta, who just turned around and faced the wall with his arms crossed. He hated the woman SOO much for making him lay here, but he knew himself he probably coulden't get up without killing himself or hurting himself farther.
"Why don't you go get me some......orange juice. I promise I won't get up." Vegeta ordered. He perfectly intended to break the promise he had just made. He planned on right when she shut the door he could yank the needles out and pull off the oxygen mask and then fly out the window. It might hurt him, but hey, wasen't he already hurt? And he needed to train! "No!" Bulma said. "You'll just try to get up and then you'll end up killing yourself. Plus I like this book pretty much. Look at these cute babies!" Vegeta swiped at her. "GET ME SOME ORANGE JUICE!" Veggie screamed. Bulma shrugged. "Oh, fine, I'll get you some orange juice. But PROMISE ME that you WON'T BURST OUT!! Promise me!" She said. vegeta looked at her and smirked. "I promise." He said.