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"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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Never had Bulma been so close to death as she'd been at her second cold attack. Weary and with only a trickle of energy left, she awoke five days later, her head throbbing, her throat and abdomen sore. She remembered everything, though only faintly, as if trying to hang onto a quickly dissipating dream. Furto and Vegeta were nowhere to be seen, therefore she couldn't ask them anything about her condition, etc.
She sat up slowly, hand clamped on her forehead, and propped herself against the hand board. She racked her brain furiously, grabbing onto any memory that would help her to understand. She remembered a fight with Vegeta, then feeling very cold and her voice beginning to leave her. Next Vegeta was taking off her clothes and carrying her into the bathroom. Furto showed up moments later, desperately nursing her, though she remembered foggily that he looked doubtful that she'd survive. She remembered the icy blood, as well, shuddering at the thought; she hadn't shown it, but it had terrified her to her very core.
"Furto!" she called, testing her voice. It was strained and low, though loud enough, she knew, for him to hear her. Seconds later he came bustling in, his satchel of medicines swung hurriedly over his shoulder. Immediately, before uttering as much as a 'Hello,' he began examining her, for what Bulma never knew. After he was satisfied that she was indeed back to normal, so to speak, he smiled weakly with a bow.
"Good evening, Miss," he hummed, obviously delighted that she was awake, though Bulma sensed it was also the fact that he would no longer have to deal with Vegeta alone.
"Evening?" she sighed, slouching in her pillows. "How long have I been out?"
"Five days this time," he whispered sadly, pulling Bulma's usual injection from his bag. He tied the band around her arm, let out any air bubbles, then quickly, but gently, pushed it into her skin. Compared to the dull pains in her stomach, the needle was nothing.
"Five days," she repeated. "How many days 'til we reach Geranoma?"
"Four to six, but it's looking like less," he said hopefully.
"Well that's good. Have you spoken with the Doonso at all?" Furto smiled widely at her, she was getting back on track more quickly that he had thought. Maybe she would be alright.
"Once, they've managed to pick up a burst of energy somehow and are a few days ahead of us."
"Burst of energy? How?"
"They don't know. The Prince seems to think they're up to no good."
"Well that figures. He doesn't trust anyone. Where are the Rymrons?"
He pointed to the foot of her bed, where her three Rymrons were curled into little balls, obviously fast asleep. She must have not noticed them when she'd awoken. She leaned forward to retrieve them, but was quickly pushed back against her pillows by Furto. He smiled at her, she knew he was only trying to help, and brought the Rymrons to her. Their beady little eyes opened, looking excitedly up at Bulma. Their long thin tails vibrated with excitement, as all at once they jumped to lick her face.
"I've missed you too," she sighed happily, hugging them to her chest. "Where's-"
But her sentence was sharply cut off as her question was answered. Vegeta walked slowly through the doorway and over to her bed, sitting at the foot of her bed. He didn't say a word, only looked at Bulma as if she'd just risen from the dead. He scooted closer, until he was sitting beside her, then grabbed her face suddenly, prying her mouth open with his thumbs. When he was satisfied at what he saw, he sighed deeply and left the room.
"What was that all about?"
"I suspect the blood gave him quite a scare," Furto offered.
"He's not the only one," she said under her breath. "What's been going on since I've been asleep anyway?"
"I-Must I say?" he nearly whispered.
"I think I have a right to know." She hadn't meant to be so demanding about it.
"You-I had you hooked up to a heart monitor for a few days after your attack….Several times you….you…." But he couldn't bring himself to finish.
"Flat lined?" Bulma gasped, knowing that that's what was on the tip of his tongue.
He nodded solemnly.
"Each time, blood would seep….seep from your mouth…."
"I see," she sighed, remembering all too well the taste of blood on her tongue.
"The Prince thought, each time, that you were dying. I've never seen him so….concerned for another being before."
"Concerned?" She arched an eyebrow at him. "What d'you mean?"
"He sat by your side nearly the entire time. Calling me in when 'it' happened each time….He….he-"
"That's enough, Furto," Vegeta's angry voice snapped, cutting him off as he entered the room. "I want to speak with her, alone." He narrowed his brow at him, watching as he quickly scurried out of the room.
He walked slowly over to the bed, hesitating some before he took a seat, same as before, at the end of the bed. Then, just like before, he inched closer and closer until he was sitting next to her, holding her eyes with his own. He looked like his normal self, angry, disappointed, proud, but there was something else too; his hair was mussed, as if he'd never considered brushing it, and his eyes had noticeable bags under them. He must have not gotten much sleep in the past few days.
After several long moments, he finally reached for her cheeks.
"I'm fine, Vegeta," Bulma said, pulling his hands from her face, hardly able to hide the smile that was forcing its way onto her lips. "I feel great, just a little sore."
He still didn't say anything.
"What did you want to talk to me about?"
He looked down at the Rymrons in her arms, then took them from her, setting them on the floor beside the bed.
"Vegeta."
"Woman," he sighed, his brow switching as though trying to hold his glare, but it seemed to be failing him. "I-" But his voice suddenly dropped, the words falling completely from his lips. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he thought. When he opened them again, he looked more ready to say what he needed to say. "I have a proposition for you."
"Proposition? About what?"
"You and myself."
"I figured as much." She settled back on her pillows, adjusting herself so she was more comfortable. Vegeta shifted as well, his hand now resting on the opposite side of her; if he moved any closer, he'd be right on top of her. She didn't move in protest; the thought didn't even cross her mind.
"You are unmated and childless."
"Yes, I'm fully aware."
"As I am myself."
"What are you getting at?" She was beginning to grow annoyed at his slowness; what did her being unmarried and childless have to do with anything?
"Be my mate." He said it no louder than a whisper, though the words seemed to echo in Bulma's brain as if he'd screamed them. Had he just, in his own demanding sort of way, just ask her to marry him? At her silence, he continued, "I'll come back later for your answer." He was halfway out the door when Bulma finally came back to reality.
"Wait!" He stopped in his tracks, not bothering to turn around. "Yes."
"It is my duty now to protect you," he said simply, walking out of the room without so much as a glance back.
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It was two more days before Furto would allow Bulma to get out of bed, besides using the bathroom of course. Throughout that time Vegeta kept his distance, obviously quite embarrassed, though he'd never admit it, that he'd actually asked her such a permanent question. In that time Bulma had talked for hours on end with Furto; he told her of her condition, more about Denj-sa, and a lot about his hoe planet that Bulma didn't know, and in turn, she told him about Earth, her life until now, and her resent 'engagement' to Vegeta. Furto's brow had noticeably furrowed at this information, though he congratulated her all the same. He'd asked her if she knew anything about Saiyan mating, she didn't, but Furto would not tell her.
"It's up to him to tell you," he'd said.
"But Furto-"
"I'm sorry miss, but I'm in no position to tell you."
The conversation had ended there and Furto had told her she needed some rest. She said she felt fine, but he insisted.
The next time she awoke, Vegeta was looming over her.
"Kami Vegeta!" she snapped, holding her chest. "What're you trying to do? Give me a heart attack?"
"I was waiting for you to wake."
"That's obvious. Where have you been lately?"
He didn't answer, taking a seat beside her. He moved in slowly, holding her eyes the entire time, until their lips finally met. Bulma immediately melted in his arms, grabbing around his neck and holding him tightly. It was their first kiss since Vegeta had 'proposed' to her. He finally had to pull away, however, when both needed some air.
"Can I ask you something?"
"What?" he grunted, climbing over her to lie beside her. She watched him intently, thinking of how drastically his behavior had changed since they began their journey. Never had she ever thought she'd have Vegeta, the almighty Prince of all Saiyans, lying next to her, her head resting comfortably on his chest.
"How do Saiyans mate? Furto wouldn't tell me."
"You don't know how to mate?" He raised a questioning eyebrow at her. "But what about you and that weak earthling?"
"Yamcha?" He nodded. "Oh! Well, yeah, I know how to do THAT, but I meant, well-er-how do I put this? You asked me to be your mate, correct?"
"Correct."
"How do I become your mate?"
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---Chapter 15!!! I know, I know, it was EXTREMELY short, but I didn't want to continue from there. I want to have a chapter after this. Please don't hate me!!! But hey!-They're together now! :D Aren't I the best? I wasn't even expecting to put them together this chapter, it just happened. But it's about time, don't you think? I mean, it's chapter 15 already. Well, tell me what you think.
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Reviews=More chapters)
Next time: Vegeta's explanation, and the landing?
"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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Never had Bulma been so close to death as she'd been at her second cold attack. Weary and with only a trickle of energy left, she awoke five days later, her head throbbing, her throat and abdomen sore. She remembered everything, though only faintly, as if trying to hang onto a quickly dissipating dream. Furto and Vegeta were nowhere to be seen, therefore she couldn't ask them anything about her condition, etc.
She sat up slowly, hand clamped on her forehead, and propped herself against the hand board. She racked her brain furiously, grabbing onto any memory that would help her to understand. She remembered a fight with Vegeta, then feeling very cold and her voice beginning to leave her. Next Vegeta was taking off her clothes and carrying her into the bathroom. Furto showed up moments later, desperately nursing her, though she remembered foggily that he looked doubtful that she'd survive. She remembered the icy blood, as well, shuddering at the thought; she hadn't shown it, but it had terrified her to her very core.
"Furto!" she called, testing her voice. It was strained and low, though loud enough, she knew, for him to hear her. Seconds later he came bustling in, his satchel of medicines swung hurriedly over his shoulder. Immediately, before uttering as much as a 'Hello,' he began examining her, for what Bulma never knew. After he was satisfied that she was indeed back to normal, so to speak, he smiled weakly with a bow.
"Good evening, Miss," he hummed, obviously delighted that she was awake, though Bulma sensed it was also the fact that he would no longer have to deal with Vegeta alone.
"Evening?" she sighed, slouching in her pillows. "How long have I been out?"
"Five days this time," he whispered sadly, pulling Bulma's usual injection from his bag. He tied the band around her arm, let out any air bubbles, then quickly, but gently, pushed it into her skin. Compared to the dull pains in her stomach, the needle was nothing.
"Five days," she repeated. "How many days 'til we reach Geranoma?"
"Four to six, but it's looking like less," he said hopefully.
"Well that's good. Have you spoken with the Doonso at all?" Furto smiled widely at her, she was getting back on track more quickly that he had thought. Maybe she would be alright.
"Once, they've managed to pick up a burst of energy somehow and are a few days ahead of us."
"Burst of energy? How?"
"They don't know. The Prince seems to think they're up to no good."
"Well that figures. He doesn't trust anyone. Where are the Rymrons?"
He pointed to the foot of her bed, where her three Rymrons were curled into little balls, obviously fast asleep. She must have not noticed them when she'd awoken. She leaned forward to retrieve them, but was quickly pushed back against her pillows by Furto. He smiled at her, she knew he was only trying to help, and brought the Rymrons to her. Their beady little eyes opened, looking excitedly up at Bulma. Their long thin tails vibrated with excitement, as all at once they jumped to lick her face.
"I've missed you too," she sighed happily, hugging them to her chest. "Where's-"
But her sentence was sharply cut off as her question was answered. Vegeta walked slowly through the doorway and over to her bed, sitting at the foot of her bed. He didn't say a word, only looked at Bulma as if she'd just risen from the dead. He scooted closer, until he was sitting beside her, then grabbed her face suddenly, prying her mouth open with his thumbs. When he was satisfied at what he saw, he sighed deeply and left the room.
"What was that all about?"
"I suspect the blood gave him quite a scare," Furto offered.
"He's not the only one," she said under her breath. "What's been going on since I've been asleep anyway?"
"I-Must I say?" he nearly whispered.
"I think I have a right to know." She hadn't meant to be so demanding about it.
"You-I had you hooked up to a heart monitor for a few days after your attack….Several times you….you…." But he couldn't bring himself to finish.
"Flat lined?" Bulma gasped, knowing that that's what was on the tip of his tongue.
He nodded solemnly.
"Each time, blood would seep….seep from your mouth…."
"I see," she sighed, remembering all too well the taste of blood on her tongue.
"The Prince thought, each time, that you were dying. I've never seen him so….concerned for another being before."
"Concerned?" She arched an eyebrow at him. "What d'you mean?"
"He sat by your side nearly the entire time. Calling me in when 'it' happened each time….He….he-"
"That's enough, Furto," Vegeta's angry voice snapped, cutting him off as he entered the room. "I want to speak with her, alone." He narrowed his brow at him, watching as he quickly scurried out of the room.
He walked slowly over to the bed, hesitating some before he took a seat, same as before, at the end of the bed. Then, just like before, he inched closer and closer until he was sitting next to her, holding her eyes with his own. He looked like his normal self, angry, disappointed, proud, but there was something else too; his hair was mussed, as if he'd never considered brushing it, and his eyes had noticeable bags under them. He must have not gotten much sleep in the past few days.
After several long moments, he finally reached for her cheeks.
"I'm fine, Vegeta," Bulma said, pulling his hands from her face, hardly able to hide the smile that was forcing its way onto her lips. "I feel great, just a little sore."
He still didn't say anything.
"What did you want to talk to me about?"
He looked down at the Rymrons in her arms, then took them from her, setting them on the floor beside the bed.
"Vegeta."
"Woman," he sighed, his brow switching as though trying to hold his glare, but it seemed to be failing him. "I-" But his voice suddenly dropped, the words falling completely from his lips. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he thought. When he opened them again, he looked more ready to say what he needed to say. "I have a proposition for you."
"Proposition? About what?"
"You and myself."
"I figured as much." She settled back on her pillows, adjusting herself so she was more comfortable. Vegeta shifted as well, his hand now resting on the opposite side of her; if he moved any closer, he'd be right on top of her. She didn't move in protest; the thought didn't even cross her mind.
"You are unmated and childless."
"Yes, I'm fully aware."
"As I am myself."
"What are you getting at?" She was beginning to grow annoyed at his slowness; what did her being unmarried and childless have to do with anything?
"Be my mate." He said it no louder than a whisper, though the words seemed to echo in Bulma's brain as if he'd screamed them. Had he just, in his own demanding sort of way, just ask her to marry him? At her silence, he continued, "I'll come back later for your answer." He was halfway out the door when Bulma finally came back to reality.
"Wait!" He stopped in his tracks, not bothering to turn around. "Yes."
"It is my duty now to protect you," he said simply, walking out of the room without so much as a glance back.
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It was two more days before Furto would allow Bulma to get out of bed, besides using the bathroom of course. Throughout that time Vegeta kept his distance, obviously quite embarrassed, though he'd never admit it, that he'd actually asked her such a permanent question. In that time Bulma had talked for hours on end with Furto; he told her of her condition, more about Denj-sa, and a lot about his hoe planet that Bulma didn't know, and in turn, she told him about Earth, her life until now, and her resent 'engagement' to Vegeta. Furto's brow had noticeably furrowed at this information, though he congratulated her all the same. He'd asked her if she knew anything about Saiyan mating, she didn't, but Furto would not tell her.
"It's up to him to tell you," he'd said.
"But Furto-"
"I'm sorry miss, but I'm in no position to tell you."
The conversation had ended there and Furto had told her she needed some rest. She said she felt fine, but he insisted.
The next time she awoke, Vegeta was looming over her.
"Kami Vegeta!" she snapped, holding her chest. "What're you trying to do? Give me a heart attack?"
"I was waiting for you to wake."
"That's obvious. Where have you been lately?"
He didn't answer, taking a seat beside her. He moved in slowly, holding her eyes the entire time, until their lips finally met. Bulma immediately melted in his arms, grabbing around his neck and holding him tightly. It was their first kiss since Vegeta had 'proposed' to her. He finally had to pull away, however, when both needed some air.
"Can I ask you something?"
"What?" he grunted, climbing over her to lie beside her. She watched him intently, thinking of how drastically his behavior had changed since they began their journey. Never had she ever thought she'd have Vegeta, the almighty Prince of all Saiyans, lying next to her, her head resting comfortably on his chest.
"How do Saiyans mate? Furto wouldn't tell me."
"You don't know how to mate?" He raised a questioning eyebrow at her. "But what about you and that weak earthling?"
"Yamcha?" He nodded. "Oh! Well, yeah, I know how to do THAT, but I meant, well-er-how do I put this? You asked me to be your mate, correct?"
"Correct."
"How do I become your mate?"
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---Chapter 15!!! I know, I know, it was EXTREMELY short, but I didn't want to continue from there. I want to have a chapter after this. Please don't hate me!!! But hey!-They're together now! :D Aren't I the best? I wasn't even expecting to put them together this chapter, it just happened. But it's about time, don't you think? I mean, it's chapter 15 already. Well, tell me what you think.
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Reviews=More chapters)
Next time: Vegeta's explanation, and the landing?