You are getting sleepy…very sleepy…. When I snap my fingers, you will wake up and think that I own Dragonball Z and all of its characters. snap

What? Oh, yeah, I guess I am brilliant for coming up with Dragonball Z…. Read on!

Bulma pushed her way into Vegeta's room, laundry basket clutched in her arms. Humming random Christmas songs, she emptied the hamper and started to pick up the various clothing items strewn across the floor. When a soft moan emitted from the unmade bed, she jumped.

"Vegeta?" She approached the bed with caution and pulled the covers back, revealing a shirtless Saiyan. "I didn't expect to see you here." He coughed.

"What are you doing in my room, woman?"

"I'm washing the dirty clothes. What are YOU doing in your room? It's eleven thirty."

"WHAT?" Vegeta said, sitting bolt upright in bed. He unintentionally shivered. "Why is it so cold?" he asked accusingly as he climbed back under the sheets. Bulma looked at him quizzically.

"Are you alright?" She examined his pale countenance and noted the beads of perspiration dripping down his chest and back. "You look terrible."

"Well, I feel fine." He coughed again. Bulma sat down beside him and felt his forehead with her hand.

"Just as I thought. You have a fever."

"You mean I'm sick?" She nodded. "Saiyans don't get sick. Especially the Prince of all Saiyans. Check again." Bulma hesitated, then, shyly but bravely, she pressed her lips to his forehead. It was the last thing he expected and Vegeta caught his breath in surprise. She pulled back with a grin.

"Yep. It's a fever."

"That's impossible!" He tried to say something else, probably about Saiyans again, but only coughs came out. Inwardly, Bulma felt a little sorry for him.

"Vegeta, just because you're from a 'superior race' doesn't mean you're immune to every disease we have on Earth," she consoled. "Besides, I'm positive it won't take long for you to heal."

All she received back was a glare and more coughs. "Fine," she replied, hurt. "When you want some medicine or something, I'll be downstairs." She picked up the basket and left him shivering on his bed.

She was making lunch when Vegeta stumbled down the stairs. He sat at the table, breathing heavily, a huge quilt wrapped around his shoulders. She frowned at his condition as she loaded a plate with sandwiches, chips and fruit, and set it before the Prince. "Now eat up," she scolded, "you need to get your strength back." She then began placing a modest portion of lunch on her plate when the doorbell rang. "Coming!" she yelled, setting her meal on the table as she hurried down the hallway.

Vegeta picked at his food longingly, clearing his throat every so often to ward off coughs. He wanted to eat, but he decided his chest ached enough from breathing. Vegeta frowned at the pain caused by this so-called 'fever'. It didn't look like it was going to be a fun day. His thoughts were confirmed when Bulma reentered the kitchen.

"Look who came to see you today!" Vegeta grudgingly looked up and saw Goku stride in.

"Hi Vegeta! I was wondering if you wanted to spar today. Mmm, Bulma, this food looks really good! Say, would you happen to have—"

Bulma didn't let him finish the sentence before replying, "Yes, I made enough for you, too." Goku immediately piled the remaining food on a plate and started shoving it in his face before he even reached the table.

Bulma sat down across from Vegeta and delicately began eating. "Vegeta, you've hardly touched your food." Goku stopped licking his plate and looked hopefully at Vegeta's.

"I'm not hungry," Vegeta said casually. Goku leaned in, ready to attack.

"Uh, Vegeta," Goku began, "can—"

"Fine."

Goku squealed and inhaled the food on the Prince's plate as well. Bulma frowned at Vegeta's apparent lack of appetite.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" she asked. He nodded at her stiffly.

"I just need some rest." He slowly got up and tried to walk normally to the living room, coughing along the way.

"Bulma," Goku asked after finishing Vegeta's plate, "is he going to train with me today?"

"No," she replied. "He's sick. I thought he had a fever, but it seems to be something more…. Goku, go watch him while I check something." Goku nodded soberly and rose while Bulma ran upstairs to check her computer. Logging on to the internet, Bulma typed the symptoms into a search engine.

"Let's see…loss of appetite, labored breathing, cough, chills, fatigue…." She gasped when the result popped up. She clicked on an article and skimmed it until she was interrupted.

"Bulma…," Goku called.

"What?"

"Something's…up…with Vegeta." The odd way the sentence floated up the stairs unsettled Bulma. She quickly turned off the computer and rushed into the living room, where Goku had the Prince pinned to the couch. Vegeta was muttering and struggling violently, trying to rise. Bulma knelt down next to him and put a steadying hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong, Vegeta?" she asked gently. His eyes, fierce and unseeing, darted to her face.

"I have to stop him."

"Who?"

"Frieza," he spat with disgust, coughing afterward. "He's going to destroy them."

Bulma stroked his cheek, which calmed him slightly. "Frieza's dead," she whispered. "He can't hurt us anymore."

Vegeta's strength renewed. Goku was starting to sweat. "He's going to destroy my planet. I have to stop him. Have to help. Get off of Vegeta-sei."

"Nothing bad is going to happen to us," Bulma said a little more firmly.

His eyes finally focused on her face. "Get away from here." He then started muttering unintelligibly, probably in Saiyan, as his struggles weakened. Finally, Goku was able to let go.

"It'll be okay," Bulma murmured until he grew silent. Her eyes then darted to Goku. "We have to get him to a hospital. NOW."

Okay, I know what you're thinking: Saiyans don't get sick, right? Well, I just thought that it made more sense that they wouldn't get sick from the viruses and stuff on Vegeta-sei. Vegeta is on a foreign planet in close quarters with a bunch of other people because the house is close to the city, so he's bound to catch something.

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