KISSING A FOOL
"Will you hurry up with that thing? It's gonna be late, you know. I want to get out of this mall right now!" I hollered.
"Okaaaayyy, I'm coming. I'm coming."
Yamcha was hauling all the stuff inside the van. It's really no easy task tagging along with Bulma in one of her shopping trips. She could be so demanding and picky. She always wanted the best. Well, nothing wrong with that. It's just that he has turned into some kind of a shopping cart to her. Literally. Oh well.
"You got everything?" She beamed.
"Hai. Hai, koishii." He grinned and started the engine.
"You shut up! I still have not forgiven you for that mess you made at the boutique shop." She frowned.
"Aw! Come on now!" He grinned at her.
"I'm still mad at you….you…YOU!" She crossed her arms and looked at the window. Yamcha smiled. They remained quiet in the car for quite some time.
"Mind if I play some music?"
"Suit yourself." I replied. I'm still irritated with him. In no time, the car was filled with rockabilly cowboy music. I stared at him.
"Nani ga?" He smiled.
"Nothing." I give him another look. Okay, that figures.
The ride back to my place was as quiet as a tomb. I was too tired to argue with him. He kept humming and singing along with that god-awful song. Oh what's the use, he always made me win in every argument we had.
"Well, here we are!" He announced as the car parked in front of the house.
"No, don't get out yet. Chotto matte!" He got out of the van and gently helped me out of the car.
"Arigato." He escorted me to the capsule house. He then proceeded to get the other stuff we bought from the mall. I proceeded to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich.
"You look huge, girl!" Yamcha smiled as he came in the kitchen.
"You want to switch places?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "You want some?" I offered him some sandwich.
"No. You'll need more than that than I do." He took out a box of orange juice from the fridge. She stuck out her tongue at him. He smiled. She is still the same girl he has known. Naughty. Playful. Crazy and…beautiful. Always.
"I take that, you have forgiven me?"
"Oh, shut up. Can you get me some milk from the fridge? Oh, I also want another sandwich." She was licking her fingers now.
"Okay, I'll make you some." He stood up.
"Sweet." I smiled.
"Here you go." It was a disgusting mount of wheaten bread, lettuce, tomato, pickles and cheese, cheese, cheese! I love it.
"Well, I think I better get going now." As he motioned to get off his seat.
"Oi! Yamcha, matte!" I took my coat and grabbed his arm.
"I don't want to leave you actually. I can stay if you like. I can call the shop and I don't have to be there, you know."
"Yamcha, you go. I'll be fine. I have been keeping you away for long while."
"You know, that's okay." He patted my hand in his arm. He never minded. He could stay, he thought. So close like this. He was willing to do anything for her. He liked being around her. He liked having her around him. But things were a lot more different now. He knew where he stood and what the situation was. But it was nice enough that he could be like this for her. Needing him. But being so close like this, he felt tempted to do the one thing he has been wanting to do for the longest time. It felt right. It was a beautiful afternoon. Bright sunshine. Good mood. Cute smile. As they came close to the van. He looked at her. She smiled again and instinctively fixed his collar.
"Sweet.'
Now. Yamcha. Now is the moment. It will be swift and you can smile at yourself later.
Now.
KISS.
NANI?
Not far from where they stood. Someone has been witnessing the casual exchange. This someone does not look too happy about it.
"What the….?" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
And with utmost speed before anyone knew what was about to happen. There he was. Yamcha was hoisted in the air. A strong grip in his throat. Yamcha was trying very hard to fight for air. He was kicking but it was futile. The hand in his neck was a vice. Very tight. Very strong. Very angry. Yamcha was turning pale.
"YOU PUT HIM DOWN NOW!!!!!" Yamcha was turning red.
"I SAID PUT HIM DOWN NOW!!!!" I began smacking his arm. His back. I was even hanging onto the arm that held Yamcha by the neck. No use. It seemed to get even stronger. Think. Bulma, think. Do something. I ran back to the capsule house. That creep! He's going to kill Yamcha. I began scouring the place. Think fast. I opened the closet. Hangers. Oh, what's this? A baseball bat. Whatever! I ran out of the capsule house again and still finding Yamcha still fighting and kicking for dear life but to no avail. Oh, no, he's gonna die right infront of my house!
"YOU PUT HIM DOWN NOW! OR ELSE…."
Or else what, Bulma? I looked at the baseball bat.
"ICH!"
"NI!"
"PUT HIM DOWN! YOU'RE GONNA KILL HIM!!!!!"
"SAN!!!!"
It was pointless. Yamcha was not moving anymore. He has assumed a new color, preferably blue. This is it! I pressed my eyes closed. Do it, Bulma. Just do it!
STRIKE!!!!
CRAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!
"Huh?" All I could see was Yamcha released from the air and violently pushed back in the van.
"NOW, GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!" The van disappeared. I looked at him. What now, Bulma.? Everything happened so fast. He turned to look at me. His eyes filled with anger and disgust. Frustration etched in his face. He clenched his fist. Oh no. What mess have you gotten yourself this time, Bulma? This is not good. Are you thinking what I am thinking? I slowly backed off and ran like hell inside the capsule house.
Kitchen. I grabbed the nearest thing I could find. The mop. Dammit! I forgot to lock the damn door! Dammit! Baka! At least I got to lock the kitchen door. I positioned myself in a defensive stance with the mop in hand. This is crazy!
"JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?" His voice echoed. Silence. I tightened my grip with the mop. I was breathing really hard. Don't you dare come in here, you bastard. Don't you dare. Please.
"WELL….????" He was waiting for a reply.
Silence.
"WOMAN!!!! DON'T MAKE ME ASK YOU AGAIN!" He thundered.
That does it! This is my home. He nearly killed poor Yamcha. He shows up out of nowhere. He shows up like a freaking ghost after all this time and now he starts yelling at me like this? Oh, this is great. Just great. Some welcome, huh? I have not seen him for a long time and here I am, inside the kitchen and holding a freaking mop!
"OH, GREAT! RIGHT ON WITH THE THREATS, HUH? YOU NEARLY KILLED POOR YAMCHA,. YOU BASTARD!"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THAT KITCHEN?"
"HAVEN'T YOU HEARD ANYTHING LIKE SELF PRESERVATION OR MAYBE YOU CAN'T GET IT, YOU NUMBSKULL!!!!"
Silence.
Oh, watch it. A fine choice of words there, Bulma. Real good. Now you have really managed to make him even more furious than ever. But I don't care! I don't care!!!!! This is my house. How dare he come yelling at me like this? I burst open the kitchen door and…..
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
We stared at each other and it felt like everything around us just stopped.
"Just what do you think you're going to do with that mop?" He was standing there with his hand on his waist in all his superior glory, like he won or something. He was sporting one of his most ridiculous smirks imaginable. He was wearing his black workout shirt and black pants. It only exploited the muscle contour all over him. Oh, I hate you, Vegeta.
"To hopefully beat some sense into that head of yours!" I retorted.
"You forgot this outside." He dangled the broken baseball bat in his fingers. It was a message. Oh, so that's why I heard something crack awhile ago. I dropped the mop.
"Now, I want you to answer me." He took a few steps towards me.
"WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO FREAKING ANSWER ANY OF YOUR STUPID QUESTIONS???? WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT, HUH?"
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT SHITHEAD DOING HERE?"
"WHAT DO YOU CARE?!!!"
"DON'T MAKE ME ASK YOU AGAIN!"
"I DON'T CARE AND THAT SHITHEAD HAPPENS TO HAVE A NAME, IT'S YAMCHA, YOU….YOU…..SHITHEAD!!!!"
"ARE YOU ACTUALLY DEFENDING THAT SHITHEAD TO ME?"
"SHUT UP!"
He inhaled deeply and stared at her. This woman is unbelievable.
"YOU SHOW UP OUT OF NOWHERE! WHY THE HELL DID YOU COME HERE FOR? I THOUGHT IT'S OVER BETWEEN YOU AND ME!"
"I'M NOT THE ONE WHO WALKED OUT!"
"NO! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO LEFT ME LIKE A JACKASS INSIDE THE ROOM THAT MORNING, YOU BASTARD!!! WHAT THE HELL YOU WANTED ME TO THINK?" I burst into tears. It's pointless. It was supposed to be over. I tried to bury this damn memory all this time, only to find its way back at the most opportune time. Dammit! Dammit! I was shaking all over. Oh, why did you have to show up? I thought it's over. I thought we can both get our lives better by not being together and now you show up like this. What else do you want from me?
"You look different." The frown in his face still evident. Well, a huge change has happened. Last time he checked, she was totally not like this. Even her long hair has been cut up to the length of her neck.
Hah! So he finally noticed. "OF COURSE, I'M DIFFERENT. I'M A LITTLE PREGNANT RIGHT NOW, YOU IDIOT!!!"
So this is why. He has not seen her for awhile and now it all comes to this? I swear I am going to kill that…..
"WHO?"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHO?"
"DON'T TELL ME IT'S THAT….THAT…SHITHEAD…." He slammed the wall.
The sound of it reverberated. I look at the hole on the wall that was made as a consequence of that and looked incredulously at him. But everything turned black now. I felt agonizing heat around me. I felt my whole body shake uncontrollably. I felt hot tears run down my cheeks and they would not stop. I clenched my fist and even felt blood as my palms had been pricked with my nails. After all this time? Vegeta…how could you? I could take all the bullshit you dish out on me and everyone else…but how could you….?
HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT???????
I do not know what happened next. I do not know what came over me.
Blackness.
Blood.
All I can see is blood.
Next thing he knew, she has managed to jump at him and punched him on the face so hard, grazing his nose. She was slapping him wildly. Pounding his chest repeatedly. She violently grabbed his hair. He tried to put her arms away but it only made things worse. She was screaming obscenities. She was screaming like hell. Her voice pained his ears. Every time he tried to reach for her arms, she would bite his hand. She already bit his neck! Damn! What the hell came over this woman? It was amazing that he witnessed such fury. He has never seen this side of her before. Never. But something was very wrong here. It was something….he said that has caused this madness. Bulma. She scratched his face. Slapped him again. Punched him again. Again. Again.
"HOW DARE YOU THINK OF ME THIS WAY? I TAKE CARE OF MYSELF, YOU BASTARD!!!! YOU KNOW THERE WAS NO ONE ELSE! NO ONE ELSE! HOW COULD YOU? HOW COULD YOU!!!!"
He needed to calm her down. Strange, invincible as he was supposed to be. Every slap, punch and scratch that she inflicted was real. He was surprised that he could feel the intensity of her attack. He tried to look at her while still trying to put her arms on her side….but it was all in vain. She was very hurt, he felt it. But now he was having a growing concern that she might pass out from such fury.
"YAMERO!!!!"
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT TO ME? HOW COULD YOU? NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! YOU BROKE MY HEART, DAMN YOU!!!!" He winced at that remark. Her face was filled with tears but her eyes were bloodshot. She kept up with her attack. She was very flushed with anger.
"STOP IT, WOMAN! YOU'RE BECOMING HYSTERICAL!!!"
Think, Vegeta. Think. If she keeps up with this, she will lose consciousness and with her condition…it would be even more detrimental. Not like this, Bulma. Please stop. You must calm down. Controlling her hands was really a bad idea from the very start. Dodging her punches only made her more frustrated and angrier. There's only one way to stop this….for her own sake….but he has never done this before. He needed to put all his strength in check. Make it swift. Lower his ki to the bottom like he has never done before. Just enough to calm her down. Bulma. Please. You must stop this. I do not want to do this to you of all people, but I have to no other choice…..
SLAP!!!!
Silence.
He swore he saw her head turned to her side. The screaming stopped. The biting stopped. The scratching stopped. The trashing stopped. She slowly sank on her knees. Her face was a mess of tears and sweat. Her eyes were shut. What have he done?
She looked at him. Confused. She ran her hand onto her reddened cheek. Looked at him again. Vegeta closed his eyes. He could not bear to look at her. He clenched his fist. This damn hand. She nearly collapsed to the nearest sofa. Swift arms caught up with her. She was pliant in his arms. As always. She was still feeling her cheek.
"You…slapped me." Her voice broke. She was looking on the floor now.
"Bulma…" he began as gently as he could. "You know, I would never lay a hand on you like this. But you did not look too good anymore….I would never…" What the hell is happening to him? He was groping for words to explain his act. Even if the result that he had been concerned about has been met, the deep regret still etched his voice. For awhile, it felt so unworthy to touch her like this. If he could only take the pain away. Erase the redness on her soft cheek. He tried to trace the line on her face.
"No. Please don't….." She brushed his hand aside. She did not need his comfort. She did not want to hear his words. Well, what else was there for him to say? She would not believe him.
"Get out." Her voice was grim.
NANI?
"Did you hear me? I said….get….out…of…my….house!"
"Bulma?"
"What else do you want from me, huh? I already gave you everything…despite all that, you still did not want me. I do not want to be with someone like that. Did you come to hurt me again, Vegeta? Haven't you had enough the last time? You had my heart all this time and you broke it with those words. I know you can be such an idiot but I never for once thought you could go that far? What did I do so wrong? Was me loving you so wrong, Vegeta? Was it? You tell me…."
How could he answer that? His mind was about to explode but no words came from his lips. He could only stare at her. So beautiful. So hurt. And he caused it. He made a very gross mistake of saying such words….after all this time, idiot, how could he have lashed out such harshness at her? She did not deserve it. He did not deserve her. Fool! You thought she would always be there….you pushed her too far. He should have never showed up in the first place.
"I SAID, GET OUT! THERE IS NOTHING FOR YOU HERE!!!! THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE GOOD FOR! LEAVE ME! YOU LEAVE US ALONE! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN!!!!"
She grabbed the nearest flower vase and threw at him barely missing his face by a few inches since…of course, he could dodge something like that. The flower vase smashed on the door. He gave one more look at her and then he slowly walked out the door. The violent slam of the door by her ringed in his ears.
Silence.
Suddenly.
Something crashed.
What the….?
The sound came from inside the house.
He punched a hole in the door and opened it.
He was in for a surprise.
Bulma was slumped near the sofa and she was on the floor. A table lamp crashed on the floor near her. Her hands were shaking as she tried to support herself with the nearby chair.
"Not now….please…." she whimpered.
He rushed to her side and carefully placed her on the sofa. He checked for wounds in her arms and hands because of the broken table lamp.
She screamed.
"OH, GOD! THE PAIN! THE PAIN! NOT NOW! NOT YET! PLEEEEEEASSSSE!!!!"
"What do you want me to do?" her scream signaled eminent danger. This got him worried now.
"I DON'T WANT YOU! I WANT YAMCHA! I WANT MY DADDY!!! OH, THE PAIN!!! OH!!!!" she pulled his collar making him face her closer then she slapped him.
NANI???
"WELL, THEY'RE NOT HERE BUT ME, SO YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT!"
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW? YOU DON'T EVEN CARE!"
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK I'M TRYING TO DO HERE?"
"I DON'T KNOW! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! THE PAIN! THE PAIN!!!!!" She grabbed his shirt again. Oi! She can be strong when she has to, huh!
There is no time to waste for arguments. She can scream the hell she likes. She can rip this stupid shirt if she has to but he had to take her away from here the soonest possible time. NOW. Think.
He effortlessly scooped her in his arms.
"Eeekk? What do you think you're doing?" She was so surprised.
"What do you think it looks like I'm doing?"
"You mean, we're going to fly from here?"
"WHAT DO YOU THINK?"
"Ahm…ok. You promise you won't drop me?"
"SINCE WHEN, DID I EVER DROP YOU, WOMAN???!!!" She can be so hopeless.
"ok."
They were in the skies in no time.
"Will you stop moving, woman!"
"How the hell am I supposed to stop moving? I'm cold!" I pulled on the coat tighter to my body and clutched harder on his back.
Silence.
I pulled out a face towel from my coat pocket and proceeded to wipe his face.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"You're sweating like a pig, you ape!" she scowled. Vegeta knew better than to ask anymore. Funny…no matter how much they argued, she always had to do something so unselfish out of nowhere, she never changed. Not that he was complaining. Keep your eyes on the horizon, Vegeta. Focus on the location and inhale her scent….damn! Now that got me out of focus, AGAIN. Why does she have to smell so damn good all the time?
"Do you know where you're taking me?"
Damn! Idiot…why didn't I think of that?
"I thought so." She grinned. Vegeta smirked. Things were getting a bit tolerable between them now.
"Aren't you going to ask me?" I narrowed my eyes. I could see his eyebrow twitch. This is going to be fun!
"If you're so dense enough to not even volunteer such an information, you have yourself to blame."
Oooohhh, he's really irritated now. You can dodge all you want, Vegeta. If I wasn't in this condition, I would love to roast you some more!
"It's the Magic Bus Hospital."
"That's just about the most idiotic name I ever heard for a hospital." Vegeta smirked.
"Do you know where it is?" I won't give up now.
"Of course, I do. That damn Kakkarot took that wench of his there for check-ups."
"How concerned you are." She chuckled.
"Shut up! She spoiled my sparring with him. Stupid wench!"
"Well, that stupid wench happens to be my best friend and Goku is being the wonderful husband and father that he is to cut off with that selfish activity you always challenge him into."
"Are you saying he's better than me?"
"What do you think?"
"Woman! You better choose your words carefully when you speak to me or keep your babbles to yourself."
"I will speak whatever I want! You can't control me, you selfish prick!"
"This conversation is pointless."
"You asked for it."
"Don't you ever shut up?"
"I can if you……..ahhhhhhhhhhhh……Oh God, not again….please not again…." She reeled and began to move frantically while clutching her stomach.
Vegeta held her even more securely. He supported her back and the back of her knees and moved his arms in motion with her. She nearly tore the collar from his shirt. She was writhing in pain. She was in tears. She kept screaming. It pained his ears but it wasn't the sound, it was more of the pain that echoed in her voice that pained him.
After several minutes, she calmed down. He felt the heaviness as she shifted her weight. She was sweating even more profusely. She looked at him dazed.
"It hurts so much." She finally said.
Vegeta swallowed. He didn't want her to feel his anxiety mounting by the second.
She pulled the same face towel from her pocket and began to wipe her face then began to smooth his face.
What the hell is she doing now? Well, not that I'm complaining really. Such a soft hand. Dammit! Focus. Focus.
"Vegeta?"
"What is it again?"
"Hey! Don't get mad at me for being in pain!"
"I am not."
"Yes you are."
"No I am not. What the hell's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." She crossed her arms and looked away from him.
Shit! Now I feel like a heel.
Silence.
"How are you feeling, woman?" I needed to hear her voice again.
"What do you think?" She snapped.
"I mean, right now?"
"Cold. I feel like my energy is draining by the second."
"Well, if you would just focus on trying to hold on and relaxing yourself instead of hurling verbal assaults at me, then you might feel a bit better at least until we get to that damn hospital."
"I want to keep talking, you insensitive ape! I want to keep fighting and fighting you because any moment now….."
"What?"
"Nothing….I think, I'll just keep my mouth shut for once." She looked away.
He felt something screaming inside him. Shit! What did she mean by any moment now? You better talk, woman. You better make sense out of this.
"You better finish what you started."
She inhaled deeply and leaned her head closer to his chest.
Bulma….please.
"When I learned I was pregnant….it scared the shit out of me. I didn't know what the hell am I going to do with a baby. I had to make sure, I was and when it was confirmed, it took me some more time to get a grip of what is about to happen. Everything was not taken for granted. I had gym class. Lamaze. My diet was strictly monitored. My activities were scheduled. Hell, we even had drills with Yamcha as to how we were to drive to the hospital as soon as the time came. Everything by the book. It felt like I was preparing for battle or something."
"And then it all changed when I felt a kick. Then it dawned to me….this isn't a battle…this isn't something I have to freak out about….this is a child….growing inside of me. And at that moment, I fell in love and I took everything in a wholly different light. I want this child to come out to the world happy and healthy. I have to be strong for him. This isn't about me anymore. He comes first."
"But no matter how much I try to be strong…no matter how much I try….whenever the contractions came, all my strength would leave me empty every time. But I never gave up….I never…..KYAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" The pain wracked her body again as she clutched tighter onto Vegeta. He could feel the intensity of her pain. His arm has become bright red from the tightness of her hand. She balled a fist and clutched her coat, almost tearing it away from her.
"OH GOD!!! THE PAIN!!! MAKE IT STOP! I CAN'T! OH GOD, PLEASE HOLD ON!!! OH GOD!!! IT HURRRRRRRTSSSS!!!! SHIT!!!!" She wailed. She began to thrash frantically. Vegeta kept his firm grip on her body yet allowing her to move as she needed. The contraction has taken longer than usual and more frequent. If she keeps up with this, she will collapse.
"Are….we….there yet?" She gasped.
"Almost. Why the hell does that hospital have to be so far from where you live?"
"Because it's the best and I wasn't supposed to be due yet if you didn't show up today and nearly killed poor Yamcha back there."
He had to commend her somewhat. She has just been a severe contraction and her spunk is still intact as ever.
Silence. He slowly rocked her. She began to gaze tiredly into his face.
"What now?"
"I just like to look at your face, stupid!"
"Enjoying the view?" He chuckled.
"I'm getting as much pleasure while I still can." Her voice was sad.
"You're beginning to sound like crap again."
She smiled. I know. And you're beginning to lose your smugness, my handsome arrogant prince. I know you care so much but you're such an ass!
"Vegeta?"
"Hmmmm…..?"
"I need you to promise me something."
"It better be good."
"I know what's going to happen when we get to the hospital. Even when I had my first examination, I have been advised what to expect and to prepare for it."
"Why do I have a feeling, that I don't like the sound of this."
"You listen to me, Vegeta. You don't have even have a vague idea under God how scared I am right now. Every time the contractions come, I just die inside. All my energies consumed. The baby is too strong. But I keep telling myself I have to be strong as well. I have to hold on for his sake because his life depends completely on me. I can't give up. Not now. Not ever."
"What are you saying, woman?"
"All I'm trying to say is, please be there when he comes out….because……I won't be there anymore."
"YOU BETTER MAKE SENSE HERE, WOMAN!!!"
She closed her eyes to the sound of his voice. The panic was so audible. It calmed her somehow.
"This is what I fear most of all. That I won't be around to hold him or see his eyes stare into mine. Or hear him cry so loud. To feel him in my arms. But I am not regretting anything, Vegeta. Not a thing. If I have to go through this all over again, I would without a doubt. For the past several months, I have been so happy and complete and nothing can ever replace all the love I feel."
"You don't know what you're asking of me." Vegeta's voice broke.
"I'm so sorry, baby. But as soon as I enter the operating room, I will never be able to wake up again." The tears continued to pour endlessly. She reached out to cup his face.
This time, he broke down and Vegeta crushed his lips onto hers. The kiss was demanding, forceful and desperate. They held each other closer. She clung to him and cried.
And the pain began to wreck havoc in her body again. She began to twist and writhe in severe pain. She couldn't even speak coherently anymore. She moaned and screamed. Her coat was a tangled mess. Vegeta's shirt has been torn in every way possible. Scratch marks and reddening of the skin from her strong grips. He held her closely.
"Vegeta, I can't take it anymore. You'll have to put me down now. Onegai?" She pleaded.
"Mo sukoshi, Bulma. Just a little more, we're almost there." He tried to calm her but he knew it would be futile. Her hair was a mess. She was sweating profusely and her face was etched with so much pain and exhaustion.
For a while, a blissful silence was shared. She relaxed a bit in his arms though she remained guarded for another contraction.
"Promise me."
"Please, Bulma…""You must promise me…..please, Vegeta." She gripped his shirt tighter.
Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth.
"Tell him, how much his mama loves him so much and how sorry she is that she is not strong enough to be with him. I'm so sorry having failed this much when I'm so close. I would give anything to catch a glimpse of this beautiful boy. Tell him, I never stopped loving his father so much."
Vegeta held her even closer and buried his face into the nape of her neck.
"You must have loved me somehow, Vegeta. I couldn't have been wrong all this time." She held his head and smoothed his spiky pitch-black hair and planted a small kiss to his hair.
"You never were." He breathed into her ear. She felt a tingling sensation and felt overwhelming warmth envelop her body.
He looked up and they stared at each other lovingly.
"Take it easy now. We're almost there."
She nodded and nuzzled closer to his chest.
Vegeta could now see the top of the building of the Magic Bus Hospital. Damn! It's so far from where she lived. But he couldn't start blaming her all over again over such a thing. He felt relieved. Just a few meters away from the building, he kissed her forehead.
"Bulma…wake up. We're almost here."
But she didn't move. A faint smile etched her lips. The hands that clutched so strongly to him, dropped. He felt the shift in her weight.
"Bulma?" Vegeta's eyes rounded.
He burst into the emergency room and everyone stood back from his menacing stance.1
"I WANT A DOCTOR HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!" He exploded and the hospital staff scampered to assist him.
"Is she your wife, sir?" "What do you think?!"The nurse swallowed hard. "Her name, sir?"
"Bulma Briefs. Where the hell is the fucking doctor?""She is on her way, sir. Please calm down. We have been oriented with Mrs. Briefs' condition."
The doctor appeared. She gave a quick glance at Vegeta. One look at Bulma, her voice became severe and quick. "We need to take her to surgery, NOW!!! WE'RE LOSING HER!!! BULMA!!! STAY WITH ME, HONEY! STAY WITH ME!!!" The emergency team wheeled her to the elevator.
Vegeta stared horrified at the scene that just unfolded before his very eyes. He had to get out. He can't stay. Not like this. Not like this. He bolted away from the emergency room.
LOSING HER? THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!
His breathing became erratic. He had to get out of here fast. He must fly as far away as possible. He felt something warm and wet. He raised his hands and it was smeared with bright red blood. Kami-sama! All this time, she had been bleeding, yet she tried to be strong. She tried to smile. She tried, oh God, how much she tried.
Vegeta stared shocked beyond comprehension at his hands. But another sickening feeling was creeping inside of him. He was losing her ki. Once so strong and bonded, was getting weaker and weaker by the moment…. until…….
He could not sense it anymore.
"BULMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"