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Chapter 4: Healing

He scooped Bulma into his arms and carried her inside the house.

His thoughts:

There's no time to get her to a hospital, they probably wouldn't know how to heal these wounds anyway, and there's no time to find Kakarot and get one of those sensu beans...I an only think of one solution, but if the woman lives through it, she'll kill me. Oh well, it's the only chance she's got.

He carefully laidher down on the table. Her breathing was uneven, and she was slowly fading into death.

No, he wouldn't let her die. He pulled her hair away from the nape of her neck, then placed his hand there. A faint golden glow appeared, before fading quickly. Vegeta removed his hand, and a small symbol was revealed. It was in the shape of a rose, and earthlings would assure it was a tattoo.

In truth, it was a marking that signified lifemates. Humans would call it marriage, but unlike a human marriage, this was permanent; it linked the two people in body, mind, and soul.

He knew the woman would more than likely murder him, but at least she would be alive. Once the lifemate bond is formed, if the other is in trouble, then they can draw on their lifemate's power.

Bulma's wounds were beginning to heal, because Vegeta had begun the process. It wouldn't take long, but once it was finished, Vegeta would be extremely worn out.

The last of Bulma's wounds healed and her breathing became deep and even. Vegeta broke the connection, he felt like he was going to pass out.

He gathered her up in his arms and headed towards the staircase. When he got there, he looked at them and groaned. He didn't want to climb those, and being the genius he is, he flew.

He pushed the door to the woman's room open with his foot, and slipped into the room.

He wasn't surprised when he saw that the whole room was done in shades of blue.

He set Bulma down on her bed, but when he made a move to leave, he felt something pulling at him to stay. Sighing, he sat down at the foot of the bed.

How was he going to deal with this? As much as he hated to admit it, he'd already started to develop feelings for the woman, and now the lifemate bond was multiplying those emotions. He'd always detached himself from feelings like this, because they always proved to be an extreme weakness. And weakness was something he couldn't afford to have, yet when he looked at her, she seemed worth the risk.

She was stubborn, infuriating, and had pride in herself and anything she did. Hell, she could pass for a Saiyian. (sp?)

He got up and headed for the door again, ignoring the urge to stay, then he heard a voice from behind him.

"Vegeta?" Bulma asked as she sat up.

He cursed under his breath and went back to the side of her bed, "You need rest woman, so go back to sleep."

She smiled inside at his concern and asked, "What happened?"

"Do you remember anything?" Vegeta finally said.

"Yeah...pain and blood...something asking where you were," Bulma paused as she remembered something else, "And they referred to me as your woman."

Vegeta's gaze darted to the window and he didn't say anything.

Bulma arched an eyebrow, "Did they mean what I think they meant?"

Vegeta sighed and mumbled, "At the time, no you wouldn't have been considered my woman, but now, on everywhere except Earth, you would be considered so."

There was much more surprise than anger in her eyes, "What did you do?"

"I formed a lifemate bond," Vegeta met her questioning gaze, "Your wounds were severe, and it was the only way I could save you."

She watched as he looked away again, he obviously thought she was going to be angry with him.

"Look at me Vegeta," Bulma said calmly.

He reluctantly returned his eyes back to hers.

"Thank you Vegeta," Bulma watched his eyes widen.

"You're welcome," he mumbled.

His eyes held shock, but also exhaustion.

"I don't I'm the only one who needs rest," Bulma observed, "You do too. How much energy did you use to save me?"

"It doesn't matter," he muttered and shifted back into his cold exterior, then got up to leave again.

Bulma grabbed his wrist, "Yes it does Vegeta, so get your ass back over here."

He grumbled something about not needing rest, but allowed her to pull him back to the bed.

She laughed as he glared at her, "You'll thank me later."

He sat down on the edge of the bed, "I doubt it."

Bulma rolled her eyes at him and let her thoughts wander. She grinned evily to herself as she watched him lay down. I wonder what would happen if I...

Vegeta was now laying down on the woman's bed, and he felt arms wrap around him.

He looked down at Bulma's form, which was now resting against his with her arms encircling him, "What are you doing?"

He saw a small smile on her face, but she didn't utter a word, only cuddled closer to him.

He sighed resignedly, slid his arms around her slim waist, and was lulled to sleep by the aroma of roses and lilies which clung to Bulma.

A.N. Sorry it's so short. This chapter took forever to write...and it sorta sucked...:sighs:...well...baiz...

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