With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Nine: Bulma's Intoxication
"Bulma?!" Vegeta continued to look about the garden, walking around in circles in the labyrinth of tall bushes and grasses that reached above his head. There was no sound other than Vegeta pushing through the vegetation, and he couldn't sense her...was she even in there? He felt a different power...not Bulma, but...
"Yamcha!" Vegeta turned the corner and ran straight into the scar- faced human who'd previously been Bulma's boyfriend. Bulma'd gotten creeped out by the guy, though, so she'd dumped him. She had Vegeta now, anyways. Who needed Yamcha?
"That would be me!" Yamcha laughed maniacally.
"Where's Bulma?" Vegeta demanded.
"Here." Yamcha stepped aside to show a girl, looking quite ill, slumped in a chair. Yamcha laughed again, and pointed at Vegeta. "Don't worry, she'll feel better in thirty minutes or so...but for now, I want to fight you!" Yamcha felt confident he'd win.
"You're no match for me, Yamcha. Save yourself and get out of here. Otherwise I'll rip you apart for doing this to Bulma. So leave!" Vegeta said. He clenched his fists and felt a fire burning inside of him.
"Forget it, You won't avoid our fight that easily. I'm going to beat you, Vegeta." Yamcha smiled.
"You fool. I can kill you with the flick of my wrist." Vegeta smirked, getting into the idea of a brawl. It would be something to entertain him while he waited for Bulma to come around. He cracked his knuckles, and Yamcha charged at him.
"AAA!" Yamcha ran into the Saiyan, and was about to use an attack with the powers of his wolf friends, when Vegeta looked up at him, and extended his arm. Yamcha kept running forward, until he was almost face to face with Vegeta. Vegeta pulled in his arm, and pinched the back of Yamcha's neck enough to make him pass out. The human fell to his knees, and toppled to the ground, landing his face in the dirt. Vegeta decided Yamcha would probably do best if he were on the couch inside the house until he woke up, so he went back inside to put the boy there. "Idiot..." Vegeta muttered, going back into the garden. He found the table where Bulma sat at, still looking sick. He walked to her place, and propped her up on his shoulder. "She doesn't feel sick...maybe the stuff is wearing off." He reasoned as he touched her forehead, feeling for a fever. Bulma twisted and moaned. "Bulma?" Vegeta watched her slow breathing and sleepy eyes.
"Ugh." She shook her head and stood up, but lost her balance. She would have fallen, but Vegeta caught her with both arms, and sat her back down in the chair. "I have a bad taste in my mouth...did I eat something bad...?" Bulma said through a yawn.
"You're sick, Bulma. Yamcha gave you something, didn't he?" Vegeta wanted to know.
"Yeah..." She nodded drowsily.
"What did he give you?" Vegeta put on a straight face, needing to know immediately what the effects would be and if she would need quick medical attention. Bulma closed her eyes sighed. "Just some chocolate...with some funny syrup on it..." she said. She seemed to smile, though she couldn't possibly be happy about her gut feelings about now.
"What?! A syrup?! Oh, no...it could be anything! It would be impossible to tell! What do I do...who should I go to?" Vegeta wondered. He couldn't go to Dr. Breifs, because he would know that he'd seen Bulma, and think that he was the one who'd drugged her. After all, Yamcha was 'asleep on the couch.' It 'couldn't have been him.' But...who else would be able to help Bulma on such short notice and know what they were doing? Vegeta put his head in his hands, until...he thought to Namek. That planet was full of healers! Of course, he could bring Bulma to Kami's Lookout, and Kami or Piccolo could heal her instantly, without even having a diagnosis of her illness! That was it!
"Bulma, we're going to Kami's Lookout. You have to get help, and I'm going to do everything I can to get it for you. Just stay awake, alright? Now, let's go!" Vegeta was talking the girl through this as he shifted her light body onto his back, and took to the air. To Kami's Lookout!
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Nine: Bulma's Intoxication
"Bulma?!" Vegeta continued to look about the garden, walking around in circles in the labyrinth of tall bushes and grasses that reached above his head. There was no sound other than Vegeta pushing through the vegetation, and he couldn't sense her...was she even in there? He felt a different power...not Bulma, but...
"Yamcha!" Vegeta turned the corner and ran straight into the scar- faced human who'd previously been Bulma's boyfriend. Bulma'd gotten creeped out by the guy, though, so she'd dumped him. She had Vegeta now, anyways. Who needed Yamcha?
"That would be me!" Yamcha laughed maniacally.
"Where's Bulma?" Vegeta demanded.
"Here." Yamcha stepped aside to show a girl, looking quite ill, slumped in a chair. Yamcha laughed again, and pointed at Vegeta. "Don't worry, she'll feel better in thirty minutes or so...but for now, I want to fight you!" Yamcha felt confident he'd win.
"You're no match for me, Yamcha. Save yourself and get out of here. Otherwise I'll rip you apart for doing this to Bulma. So leave!" Vegeta said. He clenched his fists and felt a fire burning inside of him.
"Forget it, You won't avoid our fight that easily. I'm going to beat you, Vegeta." Yamcha smiled.
"You fool. I can kill you with the flick of my wrist." Vegeta smirked, getting into the idea of a brawl. It would be something to entertain him while he waited for Bulma to come around. He cracked his knuckles, and Yamcha charged at him.
"AAA!" Yamcha ran into the Saiyan, and was about to use an attack with the powers of his wolf friends, when Vegeta looked up at him, and extended his arm. Yamcha kept running forward, until he was almost face to face with Vegeta. Vegeta pulled in his arm, and pinched the back of Yamcha's neck enough to make him pass out. The human fell to his knees, and toppled to the ground, landing his face in the dirt. Vegeta decided Yamcha would probably do best if he were on the couch inside the house until he woke up, so he went back inside to put the boy there. "Idiot..." Vegeta muttered, going back into the garden. He found the table where Bulma sat at, still looking sick. He walked to her place, and propped her up on his shoulder. "She doesn't feel sick...maybe the stuff is wearing off." He reasoned as he touched her forehead, feeling for a fever. Bulma twisted and moaned. "Bulma?" Vegeta watched her slow breathing and sleepy eyes.
"Ugh." She shook her head and stood up, but lost her balance. She would have fallen, but Vegeta caught her with both arms, and sat her back down in the chair. "I have a bad taste in my mouth...did I eat something bad...?" Bulma said through a yawn.
"You're sick, Bulma. Yamcha gave you something, didn't he?" Vegeta wanted to know.
"Yeah..." She nodded drowsily.
"What did he give you?" Vegeta put on a straight face, needing to know immediately what the effects would be and if she would need quick medical attention. Bulma closed her eyes sighed. "Just some chocolate...with some funny syrup on it..." she said. She seemed to smile, though she couldn't possibly be happy about her gut feelings about now.
"What?! A syrup?! Oh, no...it could be anything! It would be impossible to tell! What do I do...who should I go to?" Vegeta wondered. He couldn't go to Dr. Breifs, because he would know that he'd seen Bulma, and think that he was the one who'd drugged her. After all, Yamcha was 'asleep on the couch.' It 'couldn't have been him.' But...who else would be able to help Bulma on such short notice and know what they were doing? Vegeta put his head in his hands, until...he thought to Namek. That planet was full of healers! Of course, he could bring Bulma to Kami's Lookout, and Kami or Piccolo could heal her instantly, without even having a diagnosis of her illness! That was it!
"Bulma, we're going to Kami's Lookout. You have to get help, and I'm going to do everything I can to get it for you. Just stay awake, alright? Now, let's go!" Vegeta was talking the girl through this as he shifted her light body onto his back, and took to the air. To Kami's Lookout!