With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Twelve: The Wait
Vegeta sat in silence, watching Bulma lie almost lifelessly in front of him. How could he just sit there, doing nothing, when she was in pain, dying, maybe?! He hated himself for only sitting there, but he couldn't leave Bulma to train. She was so much more important than being stronger than Goku, all of a sudden. Vegeta crossed his arms, and went deep into thought.
The time I kissed her...
Like magic...
She's so beautiful, even when her blue eyes that are like sapphires in the night are not open, and she looks like an angel...
"Can you show me?" Voices are echoing in my head, like everything is happening all over again. I wish it would...
Then I could get there in time...she wouldn't be like this now!
"Stay away from my daughter, Vegeta."
"I bet you're going to ask her on a date, huh?"
"What did you do to her?!"
"I didn't do anything!"...that's right. I didn't to anything at all. I probably could have stopped it. If only I hadn't taken the shower, or eaten breakfast, if I had only given up those few things, I could be holding her in my arms, standing in the garden with her, right now! But instead, she suffers while I sit. Sit and do nothing...
"I love you."
"I know you're raping her, Vegeta!"
"I love you."
"There's no possible way that Bulma loves you!"
"Tell Bulma I'll be down in about ten minutes."
"I'm going to beat you, Vegeta."
"I love you."
"Augh!" Vegeta shook the memories from his head. "Argh...I'm going to show them! They'll see! I love Bulma, and wouldn't do anything to hurt her! That Dr. Breifs, and Yamcha--they're both crazy. They think they can stand in my way! Augh!"
"Sir, would you like to bathe before lunch?" Mr. Popo held out a towel and some soaps.
"Uh..." Vegeta thought. He might as well. Bulma wasn't going anywhere. As long as the bath wasn't very far from where Bulma lay now. He had to be able to sense her small power, which was hard enough from where he was now. "Sure." Vegeta answered.
"Here you are." Mr. Popo passed the Saiyan the towels. "The baths are that way." Popo pointed to a door, which was white with a gold handle, identical to all the other doors on the Lookout. "Thanks," Vegeta headed to the door.
"Ahh..." Vegeta had stripped down and just sat in a large tub full of steaming hot water. It was very relaxing.
"Will you need anything else?" Popo asked at the doorway with Vegeta's clothes in hand. He was going to wash them for the Prince, they smelled of endless training. Bulma had been very brave to embrace the man.
"No." Vegeta answered.
"Do we have your permission to move Bulma to one of the beds in the sick bay?" Popo enquiered.
"...Yes." Vegeta answered, seeing no harm in doing this, It would only mean Bulma's back wouldn't hurt when she came around.
"Sir, lunch is ready." Mr. Popo said, reentering the room with the baths in it. He had Vegeta's clean, dry clothes bundled up in his arms. He put the pile on a low chair by the door, and left after being thanked by Vegeta.
At lunch, Vegeta ate quickly and quietly. After clearing his plate, Kami laughed. "You Saiyans are all alike, you have never ending holes in your stomaches!"
"Where is Bulma resting?" Vegeta ignored the comment and rose from the table.
"In the sick bay. Mr. Popo will show you the way." Kami said. Popo stood from his place, and walked to the door. Vegeta followed. The Saiyan walked behind the shorter man until they reached a small room with a heavenly label Vegeta couldn't read on it. "Bulma is in here." Popo whispered. He turned the knob on the door, and pushed the door open enough for Vegeta to slip in and let the door close behind him.
Vegeta looked around the room, and saw a few beds with chairs by them. The only bed with a person in it was the one furthest from the door, and that was where Bulma lay. Vegeta strode quickly to her side, and sat in the chair beside her. He took her hand and closed his eyes, hoping his communications worked.
"Bulma..." He thought to her.
"Ve...Vegeta...?" The reply was slow, but sure. Bulma had answered him, showing the thoughts back and forth were a success. Vegeta stroked his fingers over her soft hand. "I'm going to get you better, we only have to wait for the Senzu Beans to be finished growing. Then you can be fully healed." He thought.
"Yeah..." on the outside, you'd have never guessed Bulma was speaking with Vegeta, as her face remained exactly the same, and she showed no signs of further recovery. "I'm...glad you took me...to Kami. My fever's...gone. Thank you..."
"You're welcome. I have to ask Kami a question. I'll be right back." Vegeta let go of Bulma's hand, thus breaking the mind connection, and bent over the bed, kissing her closed mouth softly and laeving the room.
"Kami."
"Yes, Vegeta?" Kami turned from a pile of papers he was writing on.
"When will the Senzu Beans be ready?"
"I don't know, actually. You can go ask Korin in his tower. It's only just below the Lookout, here." Kami answered.
"Thank you. I will."
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Twelve: The Wait
Vegeta sat in silence, watching Bulma lie almost lifelessly in front of him. How could he just sit there, doing nothing, when she was in pain, dying, maybe?! He hated himself for only sitting there, but he couldn't leave Bulma to train. She was so much more important than being stronger than Goku, all of a sudden. Vegeta crossed his arms, and went deep into thought.
The time I kissed her...
Like magic...
She's so beautiful, even when her blue eyes that are like sapphires in the night are not open, and she looks like an angel...
"Can you show me?" Voices are echoing in my head, like everything is happening all over again. I wish it would...
Then I could get there in time...she wouldn't be like this now!
"Stay away from my daughter, Vegeta."
"I bet you're going to ask her on a date, huh?"
"What did you do to her?!"
"I didn't do anything!"...that's right. I didn't to anything at all. I probably could have stopped it. If only I hadn't taken the shower, or eaten breakfast, if I had only given up those few things, I could be holding her in my arms, standing in the garden with her, right now! But instead, she suffers while I sit. Sit and do nothing...
"I love you."
"I know you're raping her, Vegeta!"
"I love you."
"There's no possible way that Bulma loves you!"
"Tell Bulma I'll be down in about ten minutes."
"I'm going to beat you, Vegeta."
"I love you."
"Augh!" Vegeta shook the memories from his head. "Argh...I'm going to show them! They'll see! I love Bulma, and wouldn't do anything to hurt her! That Dr. Breifs, and Yamcha--they're both crazy. They think they can stand in my way! Augh!"
"Sir, would you like to bathe before lunch?" Mr. Popo held out a towel and some soaps.
"Uh..." Vegeta thought. He might as well. Bulma wasn't going anywhere. As long as the bath wasn't very far from where Bulma lay now. He had to be able to sense her small power, which was hard enough from where he was now. "Sure." Vegeta answered.
"Here you are." Mr. Popo passed the Saiyan the towels. "The baths are that way." Popo pointed to a door, which was white with a gold handle, identical to all the other doors on the Lookout. "Thanks," Vegeta headed to the door.
"Ahh..." Vegeta had stripped down and just sat in a large tub full of steaming hot water. It was very relaxing.
"Will you need anything else?" Popo asked at the doorway with Vegeta's clothes in hand. He was going to wash them for the Prince, they smelled of endless training. Bulma had been very brave to embrace the man.
"No." Vegeta answered.
"Do we have your permission to move Bulma to one of the beds in the sick bay?" Popo enquiered.
"...Yes." Vegeta answered, seeing no harm in doing this, It would only mean Bulma's back wouldn't hurt when she came around.
"Sir, lunch is ready." Mr. Popo said, reentering the room with the baths in it. He had Vegeta's clean, dry clothes bundled up in his arms. He put the pile on a low chair by the door, and left after being thanked by Vegeta.
At lunch, Vegeta ate quickly and quietly. After clearing his plate, Kami laughed. "You Saiyans are all alike, you have never ending holes in your stomaches!"
"Where is Bulma resting?" Vegeta ignored the comment and rose from the table.
"In the sick bay. Mr. Popo will show you the way." Kami said. Popo stood from his place, and walked to the door. Vegeta followed. The Saiyan walked behind the shorter man until they reached a small room with a heavenly label Vegeta couldn't read on it. "Bulma is in here." Popo whispered. He turned the knob on the door, and pushed the door open enough for Vegeta to slip in and let the door close behind him.
Vegeta looked around the room, and saw a few beds with chairs by them. The only bed with a person in it was the one furthest from the door, and that was where Bulma lay. Vegeta strode quickly to her side, and sat in the chair beside her. He took her hand and closed his eyes, hoping his communications worked.
"Bulma..." He thought to her.
"Ve...Vegeta...?" The reply was slow, but sure. Bulma had answered him, showing the thoughts back and forth were a success. Vegeta stroked his fingers over her soft hand. "I'm going to get you better, we only have to wait for the Senzu Beans to be finished growing. Then you can be fully healed." He thought.
"Yeah..." on the outside, you'd have never guessed Bulma was speaking with Vegeta, as her face remained exactly the same, and she showed no signs of further recovery. "I'm...glad you took me...to Kami. My fever's...gone. Thank you..."
"You're welcome. I have to ask Kami a question. I'll be right back." Vegeta let go of Bulma's hand, thus breaking the mind connection, and bent over the bed, kissing her closed mouth softly and laeving the room.
"Kami."
"Yes, Vegeta?" Kami turned from a pile of papers he was writing on.
"When will the Senzu Beans be ready?"
"I don't know, actually. You can go ask Korin in his tower. It's only just below the Lookout, here." Kami answered.
"Thank you. I will."