Last time:
This time Bulma went silent.
"Anniversary of the dreadful day your mother expelled you from her body." She gasped. How could he have known that? "Don't assume I don't pay attention."
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"A-Are you coming to dinner then?" Bulma finally managed, as she had to practically rip her eyes from Vegeta. His back was to her though, so it wouldn't have mattered that she was staring at him, but nonetheless she cast her eyes at the floor.
"Why not," he huffed, to Bulma's absolute surprise, placing a hand on Fenna so that when he stood she wouldn't fall off. "What did he make?" he asked, swerving this way and that to avoid stepping on Rymrons, as they entered the kitchen. But his question was answered the second he laid eyes on the table. There were platters of all sorts of different kinds of food from Earth, Fewskm, and Doon; all foods that were making his mouth water as he took a seat. There was an extended table, from where he didn't know, that was connected to the usual one in the kitchen, to accommodate all the exact food.
"Happy Birthday Bulma," said Furto, bowing, then taking a seat. Vegeta grunted at him, as if saying such a thing were beneath him. Bulma ignored this, however, for she knew that just having him there was a miracle itself.
They'd been sitting, in silence, for several minutes, simply eating their food. Vegeta, Bulma noted, was eating much slower than he usually did, taking small careful bites. Was this his way of being nice to her because it was her birthday? He knew that was the reasoning behind her wanting him at dinner. It made sense, but at the same time it was the most ridiculous thing she could have ever thought. Why would Vegeta do anything remotely nice for her, no matter the day? The answer: he wouldn't, and she knew that.
Vegeta glanced up at Bulma, barely catching her gaze as she quickly averted her eyes to her plate, where she was suddenly intensely interested in a diced piece of Hylamn, a rather chewy Doon vegetable. Her fork danced around the little piece of food, until she finally speared it, putting it in her mouth. She let it sit on her tongue for a long time, flopping it to either side of her mouth, until she chewed and swallowed it. She hadn't realized that Vegeta was watching her the whole time.
By the end of dinner, everyone was so full, that it took them quite a while to get up. Vegeta mumbled something under his breath, which neither Bulma nor Furto caught, and scurried off to the control room, leaving them to clean up.
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It was 11:42 on the eve of Bulma's birthday. She sat, alone, on the floor in her room, watching the Rymrons scurry around, looking for the raw noodles Bulma had scattered all over. She figured that the creatures were used to finding their own food, and she was bored, so watching the Rymrons was her only entertainment. If she were on the other ship, she would most definitely be working on the space pod. Her heart suddenly sank at the thought of it; by the time they were back to Fewskm, there would be no point in her continuing to build it. But, she wasn't upset at the fact that she couldn't leave early, for she was actually enjoying herself now that she was meeting new beings, how she loved Furto now, he was such a great friend. She was definitely going to miss him. She wondered if they would be able to keep in contact, but highly doubted; she would ask Furto later.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted at a soft knock on the door. Knowing it was Furto, she sighed a, "Come in," and looked to the floor. Not that her birthday dinner hadn't been nice, but Furto was not used to her customs, he didn't realize people gave each other presents.
"What are you doing?"
She looked up in shock; it wasn't Furto looming over her.
"V-Vegeta? What are you doing in here?"
"I believe I asked you a question first." He smirked in his usual way at her. If she wasn't so shocked she'd have been miffed by is cockiness.
"W-Watching the Rymrons," she said softly. "I have nothing better to done."
"Why aren't you in bed? You never stay up this late unless you're in your lab." Was it just her, or did Vegeta suddenly seem to know far more about her than she originally thought?
"I always stay up 'til midnight on my birthday."
"Why?"
"Why are you in here?" she asked, ignoring his question, he still hadn't answered hers. He was ignoring her as well though, suddenly looking around the room, as if he lost something.
"Where do you put them at night to sleep?"
She pointed at the bathroom door. He glanced at her, then walked around the room, scooping up the Rymrons, though having a little trouble with Syllabus, seeing as he'd tortured her before. He scurried into the bathroom, then looked around, as if he were lost.
"The tub!" Bulma called, still sitting on the floor, propped against her bed. She heard several soft thuds, then Vegeta left the room, returned seconds later with Fenna, and dropped her in the tub as well, then shut the bathroom door, though stopped there, standing in front of it. "Are you going to answer my question or not?"
"What question?"
"Why are you in here? I know you didn't just come to put my Rymrons in the tub when I am fully capable."
Her question was soon answered, however, when he threw a black piece of fabric at her, which turned out to be the long sleeve shirt Vegeta usually wore around the ship. She looked at it a moment, before spotting a rip in the seam.
"If you think I'm going to sew your damn shirt on my birthday, you are sadly mistaken," she hissed, throwing the shirt on the floor beside her.
"When are you going to do it then?" He tried his hardest to hold back a chuckle; he'd come in search of a little verbal fun.
"Never," she said, surprisingly calm, as she stood to face him.
"Woman," he growled, snatching up the shirt and shoving it in her face. "You will-"
"Only if you do something for me."
He gave her a sideways look as if no one had ever asked a favor of him in his life; Bulma quickly realized that this was no doubt true.
"All I want is for you to wish my a happy birthday. I'll sew the damn rag in the morning."
"Why would I want you to have anything with joy?" he snarled. "Besides, you anniversary is over in ten minutes." She glanced at the clock and frowned.
"I hate you," she muttered, grabbing his shirt and sliding onto the bed.
"The feeling is, of course, mutual."
"Really?" she snapped. "I thought you were mean because you liked me! Next you'll be pulling my hair and pushing me in the sandbox!" Vegeta didn't have time to ask what a sandbox was and what she meant by pulling her hair, when she continued. "Get out of my room! Now! I do not need the rest of my birthday ruined because of you! Can't you think of anything else to do than bother me!? Honestly! You are such a child!"
Vegeta snarled at her, about to open his mouth, when he was cut off.
"Don't you dare try and even talk to me! Get out of my room! I don't want to see you until we land!"
"How dare you raise your-"
"I'll raise my voice to whoever I dame well please, you pompous jackass! How dare I!? How dare you come in here and-" But she suddenly choked to a stopped, her breath being caught in her throat. She coughed, trying to speak again, but all that came out was a hoarse, "Get….out…."
"Woman, take off your clothes, now," he demanded, not seeming to notice how perverted it sounded.
She only glared up at him, pointing a rigid finger at the door.
"Woman, you know you're getting Eskes, so unless you want to die like this I suggest you heed my words." He kneeled in front of her, slowly peeling off her shirt. She didn't protest, but she certainly wasn't going to help him. She was too stubborn to let the fact that it would save her life register. He unhooked her bra, hardly being able to hide the attraction in his eyes as they bounced softly into place; her arms were quickly wrapped around her exposed chest. He pulled her to her feet, sliding her PJ bottoms to her ankles; she didn't step out of them as he'd expected. The last item left was her pale pink cotton panties trimmed with lace.
"I hardly…. see a reason…. For…. you removing…. those," she snapped as his hands went for them.
He grunted at her, knowing she was right, then lifted her up, as if she were his bride and he was carrying her over the threshold. He called for Furto before he continued to the bathroom, setting her on the toilet while he cleared the Rymrons out of the tub.
"Sink."
He heeded her, with a low growl, tumbling the half-sleeping little creatures into a far less spacious area. They hissed irritably at him, though calmed down when he turned on the water. When they were quiet again, he shut off the faucet then turned back to Bulma, who was already drawing the bath.
"How do you know what form you have?"
"I'm freezing," she wheezed, her airways already beginning to close off. "Isn't it….obvious? You had….your hands all over….me," she snapped, straining her voice, as she tested the nearly scalding water with her toes. Vegeta wrinkled his nose at her comment, stepping over to check the water himself.
"Miss Bulma! Miss!" Furto's anxious voice broke the tension as he came hurrying in, carrying what looked like every medical supply he'd brought with them. "Miss! How do you feeling!?" He ran to her, pushing her down so she sat on the tub's edge. He felt her forehead, stomach, and thighs for temperature, frowning, as they were ice cold. "Were you upset?" The question seemed hardly to fit in with the situation. "Heavy emotions can set off the Eskes."
Bulma glared at Vegeta, it was his fault she was in this mess.
"You knew," she spat at him as she lowered herself into the tub. The temperature of the water hardly made a difference to her, she barely felt the warmth. "You….You knew about….the emotions…."
He didn't meet her eyes as she bore dagger into him; he did in fact know that being upset, for example, could cause an Eskes out break. He hadn't meant to do it, though; he seemed to have forgotten at that moment that she had the disease at all, for she'd been so healthy for a long while. He, inevitably, had also forgotten the fact that Denj-sa did have spells where the sufferer would feel one hundred percent. This always confused those who'd contracted it, for they would think they were fine and not bother with finding the cure.
Bulma's temperature was dropping faster than Furto could apply his medicines. She didn't faint this time, however, the sharp pains in he abdomen, giving her a splitting headache. She'd never been awake for a cold attack before, so she wasn't at all prepared for the ripping pains that tore at her body in spurts. Furto flinched every time she did, empathetic for her condition.
"I had many cold forms too before I was cured," he whispered as he pulled a needle from his satchel of supplies. Bulma's eyes fluttered open, and she was about to speak, when the energy that would allow her to do so was suddenly gone. Seconds later she felt a soft shudder in her insides, then what felt like smoothie being pumped up her throat. She coughed, trying to shake the feeling loose, but it continued to slide up her throat, until she finally felt it on her tongue. A metallic taste instantly met her lips, causing her to sputter and gag to relieve her of the horrid taste.
Both Vegeta and Furto's face twisted in unavoidable horror as Bulma spit up the smoothie feeling substance.
"Blood!" Vegeta yelled. "She's coughing up blood!? Since when does that happen!?"
"Please, sir, calm yourself." He leant down to Bulma, patting her back so she could more easily expel the iced blood. "This usually does not happen in Denj-sa," he sighed, grabbing the sides of her face and trying to see into her mouth, that continue to leak blood slush. "They usually….die before this can happen."
"What are you saying!?" Vegeta barked angrily, shoving him aside as he could examine her himself. Her eyes were glazed over, her body limp, but she was still conscious. She was looking at him, her eyes showing him how badly she was suffering. If this didn't stop soon, she would lose all her blood.
With all her strength, she lifted her hand, touching Vegeta's face softly. She couldn't feel it with the numbness that shielded her senses, but she knew she was touching him by his reaction. He flinched, ready to pull away, but thought better of it and allowed her to senselessly stroke his face as he starred at her mouth; the blood was still flowing freely, bits of red ice stuck all over her chin and chest. They only remained there for seconds, however, as the tub's heat quietly melted them, the water soon turned a light shade of orangey-red.
"Can it be stopped?" Vegeta muttered, his hand having somehow found its way to Bulma's head of curls, his fingers twirling in the soft damp hair.
"I….I don't know, sir," Furto sighed, gently pushing Vegeta to the side and cupping his hands under Bulma's chin. He waited only seconds for his hands to fill with blood, then dumped it into a pan beside the tub.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to test this."
"For?" Furto's eyebrows twitched in irritation; Vegeta's questions were obviously not helping him to help Bulma.
"To see how badly she is doing, the content of the blood."
"Wh-"
"Shut….up," Bulma's weak, barely audible voice hissed. "Let him….work….in….peace."
Their eyes were instantly drawn to Bulma, whose face was paler than the white of the tub. Her eyes fluttered, as she had trouble keeping them open, and looked to Vegeta. He was slouched over the tub under his armpit, half his arm unknowingly in the water that was no more than lukewarm now. Thankfully, however, the blood coming from her mouth was no longer in slush form, but flowing in a thin liquid, obviously slowing up. She spurted as she tried to speak, glaring at her boney knees that stuck awkwardly out of the water, the tub being designed for beings much shorter than her.
Vegeta reached over, feeling her upper arms for temperature, they felt as warm as the water. She was back to normal, well, in that sense at least. The blood was still coming, unfortunately, but looked as though it would stop at any second.
Suddenly, startling the males of the bathroom, Bulma's body shot forward, clinging helplessly to Vegeta, her arms hanging around his neck. He stumbled backward, not expecting this in the least, inevitably bringing her with him and out of the tub. She stayed hung on him, and he could feel the blood still seeping from her mouth, pooling on his chest as they lay in silence on the floor.
Furto's senses suddenly kicked back in, grabbing for Bulma's shoulders to pull her back. She hissed at him, swatting him with one of her arms, still gripping Vegeta with all her strength, which, surprisingly, was a struggle for Furto. He would have thought that the energy would be nearly drained from her in her cold attack.
"Vegeta," she whimpered, her face buried in the crock of his neck. "Don't let me die." He looked at her in shock. How was he supposed to prevent her death? "I….I…." But her words suddenly died abruptly, and her head, rolled over his chest. Vegeta scrambled to pick her up, cradling her in his arms. He slowly pried open her mouth, the blood only staining her tongue, having stopped its flow. He quickly pressed his ear to her chest, straining to hear her weak heartbeat. He sighed when he heard it faintly, then furrowed his brow and glared at Furto.
"Take care of her," he grunted, standing and walking out of the room. Furto would have went after him, furious at his lack of care, but he had more important things to worry about, like the earth woman sprawled on the cold tile floor, the remains of blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. He propped her up around the tub, examining her intently. He feared that if she awoke, for there was a chance she would not, that she would not make it to their destination. And, even if she did, how was she to deal with the horrors of the planet?
He sighed deeply, rummaging throw his bag for what he needed. It was going to be a long night.
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---Chapter 14! Weeeeeeee! Wasn't that fun? No, probably not. Poor Bulma. But hey, she was due for another attack. And what was with her jumping Vegeta like that? Well of course I know, heehee, you'll all have to wait and see :P
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This time Bulma went silent.
"Anniversary of the dreadful day your mother expelled you from her body." She gasped. How could he have known that? "Don't assume I don't pay attention."
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"A-Are you coming to dinner then?" Bulma finally managed, as she had to practically rip her eyes from Vegeta. His back was to her though, so it wouldn't have mattered that she was staring at him, but nonetheless she cast her eyes at the floor.
"Why not," he huffed, to Bulma's absolute surprise, placing a hand on Fenna so that when he stood she wouldn't fall off. "What did he make?" he asked, swerving this way and that to avoid stepping on Rymrons, as they entered the kitchen. But his question was answered the second he laid eyes on the table. There were platters of all sorts of different kinds of food from Earth, Fewskm, and Doon; all foods that were making his mouth water as he took a seat. There was an extended table, from where he didn't know, that was connected to the usual one in the kitchen, to accommodate all the exact food.
"Happy Birthday Bulma," said Furto, bowing, then taking a seat. Vegeta grunted at him, as if saying such a thing were beneath him. Bulma ignored this, however, for she knew that just having him there was a miracle itself.
They'd been sitting, in silence, for several minutes, simply eating their food. Vegeta, Bulma noted, was eating much slower than he usually did, taking small careful bites. Was this his way of being nice to her because it was her birthday? He knew that was the reasoning behind her wanting him at dinner. It made sense, but at the same time it was the most ridiculous thing she could have ever thought. Why would Vegeta do anything remotely nice for her, no matter the day? The answer: he wouldn't, and she knew that.
Vegeta glanced up at Bulma, barely catching her gaze as she quickly averted her eyes to her plate, where she was suddenly intensely interested in a diced piece of Hylamn, a rather chewy Doon vegetable. Her fork danced around the little piece of food, until she finally speared it, putting it in her mouth. She let it sit on her tongue for a long time, flopping it to either side of her mouth, until she chewed and swallowed it. She hadn't realized that Vegeta was watching her the whole time.
By the end of dinner, everyone was so full, that it took them quite a while to get up. Vegeta mumbled something under his breath, which neither Bulma nor Furto caught, and scurried off to the control room, leaving them to clean up.
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It was 11:42 on the eve of Bulma's birthday. She sat, alone, on the floor in her room, watching the Rymrons scurry around, looking for the raw noodles Bulma had scattered all over. She figured that the creatures were used to finding their own food, and she was bored, so watching the Rymrons was her only entertainment. If she were on the other ship, she would most definitely be working on the space pod. Her heart suddenly sank at the thought of it; by the time they were back to Fewskm, there would be no point in her continuing to build it. But, she wasn't upset at the fact that she couldn't leave early, for she was actually enjoying herself now that she was meeting new beings, how she loved Furto now, he was such a great friend. She was definitely going to miss him. She wondered if they would be able to keep in contact, but highly doubted; she would ask Furto later.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted at a soft knock on the door. Knowing it was Furto, she sighed a, "Come in," and looked to the floor. Not that her birthday dinner hadn't been nice, but Furto was not used to her customs, he didn't realize people gave each other presents.
"What are you doing?"
She looked up in shock; it wasn't Furto looming over her.
"V-Vegeta? What are you doing in here?"
"I believe I asked you a question first." He smirked in his usual way at her. If she wasn't so shocked she'd have been miffed by is cockiness.
"W-Watching the Rymrons," she said softly. "I have nothing better to done."
"Why aren't you in bed? You never stay up this late unless you're in your lab." Was it just her, or did Vegeta suddenly seem to know far more about her than she originally thought?
"I always stay up 'til midnight on my birthday."
"Why?"
"Why are you in here?" she asked, ignoring his question, he still hadn't answered hers. He was ignoring her as well though, suddenly looking around the room, as if he lost something.
"Where do you put them at night to sleep?"
She pointed at the bathroom door. He glanced at her, then walked around the room, scooping up the Rymrons, though having a little trouble with Syllabus, seeing as he'd tortured her before. He scurried into the bathroom, then looked around, as if he were lost.
"The tub!" Bulma called, still sitting on the floor, propped against her bed. She heard several soft thuds, then Vegeta left the room, returned seconds later with Fenna, and dropped her in the tub as well, then shut the bathroom door, though stopped there, standing in front of it. "Are you going to answer my question or not?"
"What question?"
"Why are you in here? I know you didn't just come to put my Rymrons in the tub when I am fully capable."
Her question was soon answered, however, when he threw a black piece of fabric at her, which turned out to be the long sleeve shirt Vegeta usually wore around the ship. She looked at it a moment, before spotting a rip in the seam.
"If you think I'm going to sew your damn shirt on my birthday, you are sadly mistaken," she hissed, throwing the shirt on the floor beside her.
"When are you going to do it then?" He tried his hardest to hold back a chuckle; he'd come in search of a little verbal fun.
"Never," she said, surprisingly calm, as she stood to face him.
"Woman," he growled, snatching up the shirt and shoving it in her face. "You will-"
"Only if you do something for me."
He gave her a sideways look as if no one had ever asked a favor of him in his life; Bulma quickly realized that this was no doubt true.
"All I want is for you to wish my a happy birthday. I'll sew the damn rag in the morning."
"Why would I want you to have anything with joy?" he snarled. "Besides, you anniversary is over in ten minutes." She glanced at the clock and frowned.
"I hate you," she muttered, grabbing his shirt and sliding onto the bed.
"The feeling is, of course, mutual."
"Really?" she snapped. "I thought you were mean because you liked me! Next you'll be pulling my hair and pushing me in the sandbox!" Vegeta didn't have time to ask what a sandbox was and what she meant by pulling her hair, when she continued. "Get out of my room! Now! I do not need the rest of my birthday ruined because of you! Can't you think of anything else to do than bother me!? Honestly! You are such a child!"
Vegeta snarled at her, about to open his mouth, when he was cut off.
"Don't you dare try and even talk to me! Get out of my room! I don't want to see you until we land!"
"How dare you raise your-"
"I'll raise my voice to whoever I dame well please, you pompous jackass! How dare I!? How dare you come in here and-" But she suddenly choked to a stopped, her breath being caught in her throat. She coughed, trying to speak again, but all that came out was a hoarse, "Get….out…."
"Woman, take off your clothes, now," he demanded, not seeming to notice how perverted it sounded.
She only glared up at him, pointing a rigid finger at the door.
"Woman, you know you're getting Eskes, so unless you want to die like this I suggest you heed my words." He kneeled in front of her, slowly peeling off her shirt. She didn't protest, but she certainly wasn't going to help him. She was too stubborn to let the fact that it would save her life register. He unhooked her bra, hardly being able to hide the attraction in his eyes as they bounced softly into place; her arms were quickly wrapped around her exposed chest. He pulled her to her feet, sliding her PJ bottoms to her ankles; she didn't step out of them as he'd expected. The last item left was her pale pink cotton panties trimmed with lace.
"I hardly…. see a reason…. For…. you removing…. those," she snapped as his hands went for them.
He grunted at her, knowing she was right, then lifted her up, as if she were his bride and he was carrying her over the threshold. He called for Furto before he continued to the bathroom, setting her on the toilet while he cleared the Rymrons out of the tub.
"Sink."
He heeded her, with a low growl, tumbling the half-sleeping little creatures into a far less spacious area. They hissed irritably at him, though calmed down when he turned on the water. When they were quiet again, he shut off the faucet then turned back to Bulma, who was already drawing the bath.
"How do you know what form you have?"
"I'm freezing," she wheezed, her airways already beginning to close off. "Isn't it….obvious? You had….your hands all over….me," she snapped, straining her voice, as she tested the nearly scalding water with her toes. Vegeta wrinkled his nose at her comment, stepping over to check the water himself.
"Miss Bulma! Miss!" Furto's anxious voice broke the tension as he came hurrying in, carrying what looked like every medical supply he'd brought with them. "Miss! How do you feeling!?" He ran to her, pushing her down so she sat on the tub's edge. He felt her forehead, stomach, and thighs for temperature, frowning, as they were ice cold. "Were you upset?" The question seemed hardly to fit in with the situation. "Heavy emotions can set off the Eskes."
Bulma glared at Vegeta, it was his fault she was in this mess.
"You knew," she spat at him as she lowered herself into the tub. The temperature of the water hardly made a difference to her, she barely felt the warmth. "You….You knew about….the emotions…."
He didn't meet her eyes as she bore dagger into him; he did in fact know that being upset, for example, could cause an Eskes out break. He hadn't meant to do it, though; he seemed to have forgotten at that moment that she had the disease at all, for she'd been so healthy for a long while. He, inevitably, had also forgotten the fact that Denj-sa did have spells where the sufferer would feel one hundred percent. This always confused those who'd contracted it, for they would think they were fine and not bother with finding the cure.
Bulma's temperature was dropping faster than Furto could apply his medicines. She didn't faint this time, however, the sharp pains in he abdomen, giving her a splitting headache. She'd never been awake for a cold attack before, so she wasn't at all prepared for the ripping pains that tore at her body in spurts. Furto flinched every time she did, empathetic for her condition.
"I had many cold forms too before I was cured," he whispered as he pulled a needle from his satchel of supplies. Bulma's eyes fluttered open, and she was about to speak, when the energy that would allow her to do so was suddenly gone. Seconds later she felt a soft shudder in her insides, then what felt like smoothie being pumped up her throat. She coughed, trying to shake the feeling loose, but it continued to slide up her throat, until she finally felt it on her tongue. A metallic taste instantly met her lips, causing her to sputter and gag to relieve her of the horrid taste.
Both Vegeta and Furto's face twisted in unavoidable horror as Bulma spit up the smoothie feeling substance.
"Blood!" Vegeta yelled. "She's coughing up blood!? Since when does that happen!?"
"Please, sir, calm yourself." He leant down to Bulma, patting her back so she could more easily expel the iced blood. "This usually does not happen in Denj-sa," he sighed, grabbing the sides of her face and trying to see into her mouth, that continue to leak blood slush. "They usually….die before this can happen."
"What are you saying!?" Vegeta barked angrily, shoving him aside as he could examine her himself. Her eyes were glazed over, her body limp, but she was still conscious. She was looking at him, her eyes showing him how badly she was suffering. If this didn't stop soon, she would lose all her blood.
With all her strength, she lifted her hand, touching Vegeta's face softly. She couldn't feel it with the numbness that shielded her senses, but she knew she was touching him by his reaction. He flinched, ready to pull away, but thought better of it and allowed her to senselessly stroke his face as he starred at her mouth; the blood was still flowing freely, bits of red ice stuck all over her chin and chest. They only remained there for seconds, however, as the tub's heat quietly melted them, the water soon turned a light shade of orangey-red.
"Can it be stopped?" Vegeta muttered, his hand having somehow found its way to Bulma's head of curls, his fingers twirling in the soft damp hair.
"I….I don't know, sir," Furto sighed, gently pushing Vegeta to the side and cupping his hands under Bulma's chin. He waited only seconds for his hands to fill with blood, then dumped it into a pan beside the tub.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to test this."
"For?" Furto's eyebrows twitched in irritation; Vegeta's questions were obviously not helping him to help Bulma.
"To see how badly she is doing, the content of the blood."
"Wh-"
"Shut….up," Bulma's weak, barely audible voice hissed. "Let him….work….in….peace."
Their eyes were instantly drawn to Bulma, whose face was paler than the white of the tub. Her eyes fluttered, as she had trouble keeping them open, and looked to Vegeta. He was slouched over the tub under his armpit, half his arm unknowingly in the water that was no more than lukewarm now. Thankfully, however, the blood coming from her mouth was no longer in slush form, but flowing in a thin liquid, obviously slowing up. She spurted as she tried to speak, glaring at her boney knees that stuck awkwardly out of the water, the tub being designed for beings much shorter than her.
Vegeta reached over, feeling her upper arms for temperature, they felt as warm as the water. She was back to normal, well, in that sense at least. The blood was still coming, unfortunately, but looked as though it would stop at any second.
Suddenly, startling the males of the bathroom, Bulma's body shot forward, clinging helplessly to Vegeta, her arms hanging around his neck. He stumbled backward, not expecting this in the least, inevitably bringing her with him and out of the tub. She stayed hung on him, and he could feel the blood still seeping from her mouth, pooling on his chest as they lay in silence on the floor.
Furto's senses suddenly kicked back in, grabbing for Bulma's shoulders to pull her back. She hissed at him, swatting him with one of her arms, still gripping Vegeta with all her strength, which, surprisingly, was a struggle for Furto. He would have thought that the energy would be nearly drained from her in her cold attack.
"Vegeta," she whimpered, her face buried in the crock of his neck. "Don't let me die." He looked at her in shock. How was he supposed to prevent her death? "I….I…." But her words suddenly died abruptly, and her head, rolled over his chest. Vegeta scrambled to pick her up, cradling her in his arms. He slowly pried open her mouth, the blood only staining her tongue, having stopped its flow. He quickly pressed his ear to her chest, straining to hear her weak heartbeat. He sighed when he heard it faintly, then furrowed his brow and glared at Furto.
"Take care of her," he grunted, standing and walking out of the room. Furto would have went after him, furious at his lack of care, but he had more important things to worry about, like the earth woman sprawled on the cold tile floor, the remains of blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. He propped her up around the tub, examining her intently. He feared that if she awoke, for there was a chance she would not, that she would not make it to their destination. And, even if she did, how was she to deal with the horrors of the planet?
He sighed deeply, rummaging throw his bag for what he needed. It was going to be a long night.
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---Chapter 14! Weeeeeeee! Wasn't that fun? No, probably not. Poor Bulma. But hey, she was due for another attack. And what was with her jumping Vegeta like that? Well of course I know, heehee, you'll all have to wait and see :P
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Review=More chapters)
Next time: The aftermath….