Disclaimer: I do not own any form of Dragonball.
The sound of the machines mimics of her racing heart rang through his ears, her agonizing screams piercing his heart as he raced towards her. His hands coming to meet the glass door as he tried to break in, ignoring his fathers cries to desist as he franticly tried to reach his mate.
Quickly he pressed the buttons, slowly ending ach process until all had stopped. Looking up he watched her body slip limply forward, Kakarott's hands coming out shakily to open the door. Into his awaiting arms her body collapsed motionlessly.
Falling to his knees Kakarott held his lover, her head close to his chest as he rocked her back and forth and his tears falling fast for her, as he watched her fast breaths slow.
He hated himself; there she lay, like sleeping beauty in a fairy tale gone wrong. Her features soft and pure as they had once been; delicate, pale skin now locked away from his grasp and her life at risk.
Inside the clear green waters of the recovery tank he listened stubbornly to her heart rate, fearful that at any moment it would stop and she would leave him. His mother's soft hands rested soothingly upon his shoulders, trying her greatest to calm her child fears and comfort his pain.
The meters beat steadily, her breathy rhythmic and average but her brain waves incorrect and although Bardock informed him of a very likely chance of recovery a weeks waiting had shown very little progress. Each day he sat there and watched her, each day she never moved, each day her heart would beat steadily and her breaths full and stable but her brainwaves remained wrong.
He missed her. Seeing her so close but cut off from him made him so angry at himself, so scared as to what mistake he would make next and how it would affect them. Inside his heart did not beat, he swore to always protect her, he told her that and now he put her through this, a process he knew had risks and he gambled, gambled with so much confidence only to have his bubble popped and his heart shattered.
Outside he listened to his Father and the King talking, arguing over what action should be taken. Someone had seen him holding her as he took her to the medical bay, holding her close and begging her not to leave, kissing her lips softly and telling her how much he loved her. Whoever they were they wasted no time spreading it around the palace, soon they all flocked to see if it was true only to be shooed and shouted at by his Mother.
The word spread and now half the kingdom knew, some were angry and others seems to see it as a chance to peacefully gain a little more independence and so the outcome wasn't looking as bad as once thought. However there was still violence, ten workers had quit because they saw it as unfair, disciple was falling apart and punishments had to be brought back in. Much to his parents distaste.
But he didn't care about them; they could all perish in their little uprising for all he cared. He loved her and their anger and jealousy was so great that even her friends had turned on her. After all they had come through to get here, after all the effort he put into having her, he would not allow them to ruin it all, and he wouldn't allow them to take it away from him.
Memories comforted him, his desires for her, their first kiss in his room that night, how he claimed her in the winter beauty and the love they made together on so many occasions.
He could hear the insects humming as the cold night air set in, his eyes heavy at the lack of sleep he had gained the past week but still he didn't want to stop watching her, the memories still comforting his mind as he unwillingly fell to sleep.
TBC
There we go that's my two updates for the week. Won't be anymore will sometime late next week earliest because my shithole of a school forgot to tell me I have a math's exam on Monday, so I have to study hard lol