Chapter Eight
Senzu-al Sex
Vegeta moped at work, his boss noticed it. His boss hardly noticed anything. Anything about him. His boss also knew the situation with Bulma. His boss was Bulma's father.
"You depressed her," the good doctor said accusingly.
Vegeta looked at his knees. He was sitting in the office of the good doctor. He stared at his black pants blankly. His boss was layering on the guilt.
"I overheard many conversations between Bulma and her mother about you, since she was a sophomore. In high school, mind you."
The guilt began to smother him. His head drooped a bit further. His eyes focusing on his fingers.
"The night she tried to end her life, she called us. She said she was a fool to have loved such a thickheaded man. A man who could not see the woman who truly loved him in front of his face!" the doctor's voice began to rise.
Vegeta's head snapped up, his coal eyes now focusing on the red-faced doctor. Vegeta sank into his seat as the doctor hovered over him on his seemingly old arms. Vegeta saw anger, hurt, but anger was more prevalent. His job was lost, he felt it.
"But you saved her, you realized your mistake. You died with her," the doctor said as he sat down. "She is, sadly, scarred for life. The physical, I mean."
The doctor stared at Vegeta, waiting for him to move, as he cleaned his glasses on a silk handkerchief. The doctor grinned.
Later in the evening, by Bulma's hospital bed, Vegeta sat patiently listening to Bulma give him reasons why she should die. He disputed and neutralized all of them.
"You're being discharged tonight, dress," Vegeta commanded in a soft voice.
She had only heard his voice that soft once. When she had almost achieved her goal of death. She sighed in defeat and dressed, after kicking Vegeta out of course.
They walked home in the cool night air. Neither said a word.
When they entered Bulma's humble abode, Vegeta handed her a small bean, told her to go into her bedroom while he got her a glass of water.
Bulma sat on her bed, staring at the floor. She sighed softly, how she just wanted to die. She didn't need to live, I mean, who would miss her? Well, there was Goku and ChiChi, and Mom and Dad and Vegeta?
"No one would've missed me," she murmured to herself.
"I would've."
She didn't turn around.
"These scars will never go away."
Vegeta sat next to her and handed her the glass of water.
"They will."
Bulma sighed, only taking the bean and water after her mother begged her "for the love of Kami" that she took the bean to get better so she would no longer have the scars. The physical, she had forgotten to mention the bean only healed those.
"How did you come about this?" Bulma asked, holding up the small bean, studying it gently.
"I've heard about your ability to heal all scars, a discovery you made."
Vegeta's eyes widened.
"Kkk. . . kkk. . ." he stuttered in disbelief.
"Kakarot?"
Vegeta swallowed hard.
"I know you're not human, does Bulma?" a grin came over the doctor's face.
Vegeta shook his head.
"Good!" the doctor stood up. "You can leave."
"Serendipity," he smirked softly, his eyes hiding something.
Bulma popped the tiny bean into her mouth and downed it with the glass of water. She was afraid it would taste bad. She looked down at her wrists and watched the skin heal, the stitches falling out slowly. She gasped. She turned and faced Vegeta. Who immediately looked away.
"I have to go now," he stood swiftly.
Bulma grabbed his arm and stood. She forced him to face her and forced his lips upon hers. Their lips met in fiery passion, their bodies joined as one for what seemed a brief moment.
Bulma couldn't have been happier.
POAS
Senzu-al Sex
Vegeta moped at work, his boss noticed it. His boss hardly noticed anything. Anything about him. His boss also knew the situation with Bulma. His boss was Bulma's father.
"You depressed her," the good doctor said accusingly.
Vegeta looked at his knees. He was sitting in the office of the good doctor. He stared at his black pants blankly. His boss was layering on the guilt.
"I overheard many conversations between Bulma and her mother about you, since she was a sophomore. In high school, mind you."
The guilt began to smother him. His head drooped a bit further. His eyes focusing on his fingers.
"The night she tried to end her life, she called us. She said she was a fool to have loved such a thickheaded man. A man who could not see the woman who truly loved him in front of his face!" the doctor's voice began to rise.
Vegeta's head snapped up, his coal eyes now focusing on the red-faced doctor. Vegeta sank into his seat as the doctor hovered over him on his seemingly old arms. Vegeta saw anger, hurt, but anger was more prevalent. His job was lost, he felt it.
"But you saved her, you realized your mistake. You died with her," the doctor said as he sat down. "She is, sadly, scarred for life. The physical, I mean."
The doctor stared at Vegeta, waiting for him to move, as he cleaned his glasses on a silk handkerchief. The doctor grinned.
Later in the evening, by Bulma's hospital bed, Vegeta sat patiently listening to Bulma give him reasons why she should die. He disputed and neutralized all of them.
"You're being discharged tonight, dress," Vegeta commanded in a soft voice.
She had only heard his voice that soft once. When she had almost achieved her goal of death. She sighed in defeat and dressed, after kicking Vegeta out of course.
They walked home in the cool night air. Neither said a word.
When they entered Bulma's humble abode, Vegeta handed her a small bean, told her to go into her bedroom while he got her a glass of water.
Bulma sat on her bed, staring at the floor. She sighed softly, how she just wanted to die. She didn't need to live, I mean, who would miss her? Well, there was Goku and ChiChi, and Mom and Dad and Vegeta?
"No one would've missed me," she murmured to herself.
"I would've."
She didn't turn around.
"These scars will never go away."
Vegeta sat next to her and handed her the glass of water.
"They will."
Bulma sighed, only taking the bean and water after her mother begged her "for the love of Kami" that she took the bean to get better so she would no longer have the scars. The physical, she had forgotten to mention the bean only healed those.
"How did you come about this?" Bulma asked, holding up the small bean, studying it gently.
"I've heard about your ability to heal all scars, a discovery you made."
Vegeta's eyes widened.
"Kkk. . . kkk. . ." he stuttered in disbelief.
"Kakarot?"
Vegeta swallowed hard.
"I know you're not human, does Bulma?" a grin came over the doctor's face.
Vegeta shook his head.
"Good!" the doctor stood up. "You can leave."
"Serendipity," he smirked softly, his eyes hiding something.
Bulma popped the tiny bean into her mouth and downed it with the glass of water. She was afraid it would taste bad. She looked down at her wrists and watched the skin heal, the stitches falling out slowly. She gasped. She turned and faced Vegeta. Who immediately looked away.
"I have to go now," he stood swiftly.
Bulma grabbed his arm and stood. She forced him to face her and forced his lips upon hers. Their lips met in fiery passion, their bodies joined as one for what seemed a brief moment.
Bulma couldn't have been happier.
POAS