With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Ten: Medication
"Help!" Vegeta, shouting the one word he thought he'd never say, landed on the edge of Kami's Lookout, and put his hand on Bulma's forehead. She'd begun to run a fever a minute ago, and it was quickly skyrocketing with every second that passed without treatment. Mr. Popo was the one to come around the corner. "Help? Did someone call for--Oh, Vegeta, I thought I heard someone call for help. But if couldn't have been you, you would never--"
"Get over here!" Vegeta waved, interrupting the man. Popo ran as fast as his short legs would carry him to meet the Saiyan where he knelt, and pulled Bulma off his shoulders, laying her limp body on the ground. "What? Bulma?!" Popo was taken aback in surprise. He couldn't believe that Vegeta, of all people, had been the one who would bring Bulma to be healed. Or maybe... "What did you do to her?!" Popo gasped, discovering the high fever.
"I didn't do anything, it was Yamcha!" Vegeta defended himself. He might not want anyone to know he loved her, but he didn't want anyone to think he was poisoning her, either.
"Yamcha?!" Popo cried. "What is this world coming to?!" He recalled Bulma and Yamcha's former relationship.
"He put some sort of syrup on chocolate, and gave it to Bulma. She's ill. Can you help her?" Vegeta was near tears for fear of Bulma's life. She could die, if what Yamcha put on the chocolate was strong enough. Why did he do that?!
"I can't, but Kami can. I think. I'll go get him!" Popo raced into a room, leaving Vegeta and the girl alone.
"Bulma? Bulma, can you hear me?" Vegeta shook her shoulder. She couldn't speak back...she was too weak. And she'd been rendered unconscious from the high fever. Vegeta looked at her face and skin. It was all too pale to be healthy, she must have something else besides for the fever. What, though?
Kami and Mr. Popo came back around the corner, and Kami sat at Bulma's side, not caring how near to Vegeta he'd be. He pulled a bottle from his pocket after examining her neck, face, feeling for a fever, and checking pressure points. He pulled the stopper out of the bottle and poured some of the thick liquid onto his fingers. "What is that stuff?" Vegeta asked, stopping Kami's hand before he could put it on Bulma. "It will calm her fever. Worry not." Kami assured him. Vegeta allowed the Namek's hand to proceed in slathering it all over her face and neck. Then Kami sat for a minute, and wiped his sticky fingers on the hem of his long sleeve. Bulma twisted in her subconscious, and held her side. "Ow..." she moaned, not opening her eyes.
"Another pain?" Kami wondered. Bulma clutched her hip as if a dagger had just wounded her there. She hissed in pain, and then rolled to her other side. Kami reached his hand out to feel her forehead, which he found had cooled. He went into his pocket to retrieve another serum. "This will soothe her aches and pains. I hope it will work for her side." Kami explained to Vegeta, who, again, would not allow Kami to give her anything, unless it was sure to help. Vegeta would trust no one to her health but himself. Vegeta let the hand by, and stood up. He began to pace the floor as Kami applied the serum to her hands, then poured a liquid down her throat. She coughed some, but swallowed it well enough.
"Bulma will not heal." Kami announced after a few minutes.
"What?! Why?!" Vegeta stared at the Namek, not wanting to hear just that. "What's wrong with Bulma?! What can I do?"
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Ten: Medication
"Help!" Vegeta, shouting the one word he thought he'd never say, landed on the edge of Kami's Lookout, and put his hand on Bulma's forehead. She'd begun to run a fever a minute ago, and it was quickly skyrocketing with every second that passed without treatment. Mr. Popo was the one to come around the corner. "Help? Did someone call for--Oh, Vegeta, I thought I heard someone call for help. But if couldn't have been you, you would never--"
"Get over here!" Vegeta waved, interrupting the man. Popo ran as fast as his short legs would carry him to meet the Saiyan where he knelt, and pulled Bulma off his shoulders, laying her limp body on the ground. "What? Bulma?!" Popo was taken aback in surprise. He couldn't believe that Vegeta, of all people, had been the one who would bring Bulma to be healed. Or maybe... "What did you do to her?!" Popo gasped, discovering the high fever.
"I didn't do anything, it was Yamcha!" Vegeta defended himself. He might not want anyone to know he loved her, but he didn't want anyone to think he was poisoning her, either.
"Yamcha?!" Popo cried. "What is this world coming to?!" He recalled Bulma and Yamcha's former relationship.
"He put some sort of syrup on chocolate, and gave it to Bulma. She's ill. Can you help her?" Vegeta was near tears for fear of Bulma's life. She could die, if what Yamcha put on the chocolate was strong enough. Why did he do that?!
"I can't, but Kami can. I think. I'll go get him!" Popo raced into a room, leaving Vegeta and the girl alone.
"Bulma? Bulma, can you hear me?" Vegeta shook her shoulder. She couldn't speak back...she was too weak. And she'd been rendered unconscious from the high fever. Vegeta looked at her face and skin. It was all too pale to be healthy, she must have something else besides for the fever. What, though?
Kami and Mr. Popo came back around the corner, and Kami sat at Bulma's side, not caring how near to Vegeta he'd be. He pulled a bottle from his pocket after examining her neck, face, feeling for a fever, and checking pressure points. He pulled the stopper out of the bottle and poured some of the thick liquid onto his fingers. "What is that stuff?" Vegeta asked, stopping Kami's hand before he could put it on Bulma. "It will calm her fever. Worry not." Kami assured him. Vegeta allowed the Namek's hand to proceed in slathering it all over her face and neck. Then Kami sat for a minute, and wiped his sticky fingers on the hem of his long sleeve. Bulma twisted in her subconscious, and held her side. "Ow..." she moaned, not opening her eyes.
"Another pain?" Kami wondered. Bulma clutched her hip as if a dagger had just wounded her there. She hissed in pain, and then rolled to her other side. Kami reached his hand out to feel her forehead, which he found had cooled. He went into his pocket to retrieve another serum. "This will soothe her aches and pains. I hope it will work for her side." Kami explained to Vegeta, who, again, would not allow Kami to give her anything, unless it was sure to help. Vegeta would trust no one to her health but himself. Vegeta let the hand by, and stood up. He began to pace the floor as Kami applied the serum to her hands, then poured a liquid down her throat. She coughed some, but swallowed it well enough.
"Bulma will not heal." Kami announced after a few minutes.
"What?! Why?!" Vegeta stared at the Namek, not wanting to hear just that. "What's wrong with Bulma?! What can I do?"