The Hospital
MD666
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Due to high demand, I've decided to continue the story. This may or may not be the last chapter, I'm not sure.
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Sitting in the waiting room, with Bulma sobbing on his shoulder, Vegeta felt a senesce of over whelming guilt flood through him. /Did he got out and get worse because of me? What if he dies? It'll be...my fault. I never really thought I would care. But he's, my son, the only seed I have./ Bulma had stopped crying, and was just taking in harsh breaths and leaning on him more. Usually he would push her away, but, not now, this was so horrible, he felt the same was she did. He even welcomed the woman to cry on him, if he weren't...him, then he might be crying also. "Vegeta, d-do you think he'll be ok?" Asked Bulma, he voice slightly muffled.
Vegeta didn't know how to answer, but he didn't want to put he though too much. "Yes." He answered softly, stroking her hair, she then resumed crying. Then for what seemed like forever, a doctor went over to the two. "Mr. & Mrs. Briefs?" The two jumped up at the mention of their names. "Yes, what is it? If Trunks going to be ok?" Asked Bulma frantically. The doctor sighed deeply, "It's...not looking good." The doctor responded. Vegeta's heart seemed to stop, the words seemed to echo in his head. Bulma went limp and fainted.
A few hours later, Vegeta was sitting in the room alone. His thoughts were enough to make /him/ faint. Images of how mirai Trunks had "died" and then how Trunks may die. Vegeta felt sick an dizzy, he was to the point of screaming and massacring everyone into the room. /Why wasn't I just in there for him? It wouldn't have been so bad just looking over him, make sure he didn't go out and get himself sicker. This is my fault./ at this point he buried his head in his hands feeling like something lower than dirt and the worms. He recalled the doctor's words and almost threw up his lunch.
"Mr. Briefs?" Vegeta looked up and saw the same doctor as before. "What?" Vegeta spat harshly. The doctor was slightly taken back, but spoke none the less. "Your son, will be fine." Vegeta sighed in relief, happiness swept over him. "If you like, you can see him." Said the doctor. Vegeta nodded and went towards his son's room.
In room 678...
Bulma was already in there hugging his son and crying tears of joy. Trunks was the first to notice his arrival. "DADDY!" He cried happily. Vegeta took a seat next to his wife and Trunks looked unbelievably happy. "You're, feeling better?" Asked Vegeta finding it hard to look into the small boy's eyes. "Yea!" He responded. Vegeta felt strangely blissful with his family. Why was that?
The next day was better, Trunks was back to his old self, and Bulma had returned to work, leaving Trunks with Vegeta, reluctantly. As she left she tossed Vegeta a worried look then got into her car. Trunks waved madly to his mother as she drove out of sight. Vegeta inched his way back into the house, for some reason he didn't want to be too near Trunks. /But not too far away./ he though in his head. He made his way to the kitchen. Making sure he was ok, like a guardian. He was Trunks' guardian.
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Ok, that's all she wrote, I might be done, it depends on your Reviews. No flames about people being OOC, if your child was dying I don't think you would be, not caring.
MD666
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Due to high demand, I've decided to continue the story. This may or may not be the last chapter, I'm not sure.
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Sitting in the waiting room, with Bulma sobbing on his shoulder, Vegeta felt a senesce of over whelming guilt flood through him. /Did he got out and get worse because of me? What if he dies? It'll be...my fault. I never really thought I would care. But he's, my son, the only seed I have./ Bulma had stopped crying, and was just taking in harsh breaths and leaning on him more. Usually he would push her away, but, not now, this was so horrible, he felt the same was she did. He even welcomed the woman to cry on him, if he weren't...him, then he might be crying also. "Vegeta, d-do you think he'll be ok?" Asked Bulma, he voice slightly muffled.
Vegeta didn't know how to answer, but he didn't want to put he though too much. "Yes." He answered softly, stroking her hair, she then resumed crying. Then for what seemed like forever, a doctor went over to the two. "Mr. & Mrs. Briefs?" The two jumped up at the mention of their names. "Yes, what is it? If Trunks going to be ok?" Asked Bulma frantically. The doctor sighed deeply, "It's...not looking good." The doctor responded. Vegeta's heart seemed to stop, the words seemed to echo in his head. Bulma went limp and fainted.
A few hours later, Vegeta was sitting in the room alone. His thoughts were enough to make /him/ faint. Images of how mirai Trunks had "died" and then how Trunks may die. Vegeta felt sick an dizzy, he was to the point of screaming and massacring everyone into the room. /Why wasn't I just in there for him? It wouldn't have been so bad just looking over him, make sure he didn't go out and get himself sicker. This is my fault./ at this point he buried his head in his hands feeling like something lower than dirt and the worms. He recalled the doctor's words and almost threw up his lunch.
"Mr. Briefs?" Vegeta looked up and saw the same doctor as before. "What?" Vegeta spat harshly. The doctor was slightly taken back, but spoke none the less. "Your son, will be fine." Vegeta sighed in relief, happiness swept over him. "If you like, you can see him." Said the doctor. Vegeta nodded and went towards his son's room.
In room 678...
Bulma was already in there hugging his son and crying tears of joy. Trunks was the first to notice his arrival. "DADDY!" He cried happily. Vegeta took a seat next to his wife and Trunks looked unbelievably happy. "You're, feeling better?" Asked Vegeta finding it hard to look into the small boy's eyes. "Yea!" He responded. Vegeta felt strangely blissful with his family. Why was that?
The next day was better, Trunks was back to his old self, and Bulma had returned to work, leaving Trunks with Vegeta, reluctantly. As she left she tossed Vegeta a worried look then got into her car. Trunks waved madly to his mother as she drove out of sight. Vegeta inched his way back into the house, for some reason he didn't want to be too near Trunks. /But not too far away./ he though in his head. He made his way to the kitchen. Making sure he was ok, like a guardian. He was Trunks' guardian.
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Ok, that's all she wrote, I might be done, it depends on your Reviews. No flames about people being OOC, if your child was dying I don't think you would be, not caring.