A note: I crammed my brain making 3 chapters in 24 hours. I just couldn't stop writing my favorite part in this fanfiction. Sorry if you guys found many mistakes… (^-^)

Disclaimer: I just want to remind you that Akira Toriyama is the best mangaka ever!

Part 8 Vegeta confession part 1

Vegeta found himself in hospital bed. The white and gloomy surroundings reminded him of death. His parents and Bardock death. His own half-death experiences. Vegeta took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He had experienced these half-death things in his entire life. He didn't want staying there, on the hospital bed. He had to leave this place as soon as he could.

Vegeta felt uneasy with his body. He hardly moved it yet he still could feel it. This happened over and over in his life. He guessed that he had to be used to with the pain. For several hours he kept trying to move his body, slowly but sure he made progress. He could move his wounded hand.

Vegeta smiled. Very well, my hand. Now, what should I do with the rest? What a fuck, I hate being vulnerable like this. They are so hardly moved… Its okay, I just need more time…

"Vegeta? What are you trying to do? You're still an invalid you know," Goku came in and brought him flowers. "Take a rest will you? You just have a surgery hours ago."

"Did I ask you to bring me flowers? I have already told you that my body isn't your business. Why don't you take a peep at our first meeting in chapter 2, you idiot? Vegeta said with exasperation. "How about that nasty big-mouthed girl? Is she okay or what?"

"I brought flowers because I like it, and I hope you'll like it too," Goku felt a slight of envy in Vegeta's eyes. "I'll take it back if you don't like it…"

"Hey, where are you going, Kakarotto? Besides, what's the answer of my question?" Vegeta started losing his temper. "I asked about Bulma's condition. So, how is she?"

"She's fine. Her small surgery is well done. For hours she had been waiting for your surgery," Goku explained. "Well, Vegeta, I could wait until you're ready to explain why those bastard after you."

"I only explain something if I want to. I also don't owe you any explanation. Besides you had helped Bulma, not me." Vegeta's voice was full with arrogance. "Well, could you leave me alone?"

"Bulma asked me to take care of you." Goku saw Vegeta face went several shades of red. Goku quite aware of this and he continued teasing him, "She really cares about you."

"That's enough. My personal life had nothing to do with you." Vegeta hid his feeling but his face was telling the truth. He face was getting red. Goku tried to hide his laugh remembering that they were in the hospital. "Leave me alone, could you hear that?"

"Fine, I'll accompany Bulma in her room."

"What?" Vegeta voice was filled with jealousy this time. "On the second thought, Kakarotto. You'll be more useful in my room. You better help me to stand."

"I better help you to rest."

Goku spent his time trying to change Vegeta's mind and his effort ended tragically. Vegeta fell into his body and their lips met each other. Vegeta pulled Goku away of him as if Goku was the nastiest thing in the universe.

"You…." Vegeta failed to find any words. That was so disgusting. "Get out of my room!"

"Geezee, that's just an accident." Goku was trying to explain when Vegeta took the calendar on the table. He wanted to hit him for sure. "Stop, don't throw it? I'll out."

Goku left him alone.

Suddenly Vegeta fell down. He had no energy to move. He decided to go back toward his bed. He had no power and needed some rest. That stupid Kakarotto made him tired.

Vegeta relieved Kakarotto didn't see him in this kind of condition. After a while he was in his bed. He slept.

Vegeta sensed sweet smell around him. He opened his eyes and found Bulma peeling an apple. Bulma smiled and held his hand. Her hand was warm and soothing. He wanted to feel it forever.

"I brought you some apples. Do you want to taste some?"

"Why do you come into my life?"

"What? I don't understand, Vegeta."

"For years I've lived by myself. I don't expect myself to have any relationship with anyone, including you. But you've involved this far into my life… Damn you, Bulma…." Vegeta gripped Bulma's wound.

"What were you trying to do last night? Protecting me, huh? Look what had happened with your hand, idiot. You're nothing than a sentimental idiot."

Bulma held her breath and slightly moved closer to Vegeta. She wrapped Vegeta under her arms.

"What are you doing…. You can't…."

"I just want to protect something that I consider important in my life."

She kissed him lightly on lips. Vegeta asked more and she gave what he wanted. Bulma knew that she really liked this guy. She really did.

"Let me love you," she whispered softly besides Vegeta's ear.

There was a long pause.

A very long pause.

Vegeta smiled at last. "Do whatever you please. I won't mind."

"That's a great answer. Kiss me again…."

Bulma and Vegeta were kissing when the entire member of basket ball club entered the door. Vegeta saw them first and he shyly asked Bulma to stop. Bulma turned her head and laughed.

"You guys came in the wrong time, actually." Bulma still laughed at Vegeta's reaction. She cheerfully asked them to enter the room.

"I still need some rest and I don't expect all of you to come. Stop entering my room you weaklings."

"Never mind Vegeta's bad manner. Come in, guys." Bulma welcomed them once again.

Vegeta hoped he could turn back the time, realizing Bulma acted as if she had been his girlfriend. But she was his girlfriend.

He wanted to take back his stupid statements such as 'do whatever you please' and 'I won't mind'. However, watching Bulma laughed and chattered with the club left something in his heart. It was a strange feeling for him.

Then Dr. Dende, who was also their school executives, entered the room. He was a Namekian for his skin was green. He had small appearance compared to Piccolo.

Dr. Dende asked politely the club, including Bulma, to leave the two of them alone. "It's the end of visiting hour, kids."

He checked Vegeta's condition carefully, "I've received your medical record. You're so lucky to be alive today, I would say."

"Can I leave this hospital tomorrow?"

"Of course, I'll arrange it soon. I knew hospital left you terrible feeling," Dr. Dende said wisely. However, I still give regular check every Monday. Is it okay?"

"It's perfect."

"Just a little talk between us. Don't take it personally. Do you think that discrimination toward Namekian is an awful thing?"

"Oh, no offense, Dr. Dende! That's the most awful thing in this world," Vegeta answered quickly. He still remembered Piccolo's anger toward him in the last days for insulting the Namec.

"I see. Well, see you later Vegeta."

That night Vegeta had another nightmare. He howled and screamed. The hospital was aware of this and called Dr. Dende. Dr. Dende hurried into Vegeta's room and found him throwing food.

"Can you call Bulma? I need her, please," Vegeta looked terrible.

Dr. Dende finally obeyed his patient's order. He asked Bulma, who was half-asleep, into Vegeta room. Dr. Dende saw that Vegeta felt soothe when he was with Bulma. He had something in his mind to save his helpless patient.

At the afternoon break, Dr. Dende came into Bulma's room. "I have something important to talk to you about your boyfriend Vegeta. Do you mind come into my office? It's a kind secret."

Bulma nodded and followed him into his office. Dr. Dende gave her a copy of Vegeta's medical record. He explained that Vegeta might need her help to recover.

"Tell me everything about this, Dr. Dende!"

"Sttt, we should keep it secret, okay?" Dr. Dende checked his door once again. "I just want to make sure none know about this. Well, according to this record, Vegeta had serious problem with his health."

"What? Is he infertile or something?" Bulma laughed out loud. Dr. Dende's expression was so funny she could help it. "I'm sorry Dr. Dende. You may continue your explanation."

Dr. Dende continued.

"When he was 7 years old, he had a trauma because he had witnessed his parents died in car accident. He was hardly accept friendship and like hurting other classmate. During his elementary school and junior school he continued this trait and ended in hospital room. He had many bruises, wound, broken arms, broken leg, serious cuts, and many others."

"Really? I don't think that Vegeta was that rude." Bulma interrupted. Then she remembered how cruel Vegeta had become when he had been trying to save her. He had been really cruel and cold. It made sense that Vegeta had many enemies from his high school. "Fine, you might continue Dr. Dende."

"You are annoying, don't you know that? However the worse thing that had happened to Vegeta was his last year car accident. He had coma and paralyzed for months."

Bulma was shock. "Don't lie to me, Dr. Dende. He was quite healthy these days before last…. Last fight. So, he couldn't…."

"It was miracle, Bulma, that Vegeta could fully recover his body as if nothing had happened to him. Of course he had trained with the best doctor in the country but still his recovery is amazing."

"I see. So what can I do, Dr. Dende?"

"From this record I found something that is making no sense for me. If his cruelty was the result of his childhood trauma, then he shouldn't be able to ride cars and had no friend at all. However, watching he gawks you and his interest toward latest car means something different, Bulma. I had some theories to be proven, but at this time," Dr. Dende looked at Bulma seriously, "I hope you would help me watching him. I want to help Vegeta solving his problem."

"Yeah, you can count on me Dr. Dende. My love can solve any problem…."

"What are you talking about? Love? Sheesh….You may leave."

Bulma left Dr. Dende's office and she headed Vegeta's room. Vegeta was about leaving the hospital with her. In the way, she started to consider what had happened with her boyfriend. She hardly recalled what Vegeta had said to her.

That bastard had said something important during his nightmares to her. I knew! He said that he wanted to become stronger. It means there's someone or something superior to him. What would it be?

"Bulma, why don't you help me with this wheelchair? I need your help!" Vegeta shouted from his bed as soon as he saw her.

"You can do it yourself. You just wanted to tease me… What a naughty boy!" Bulma teased him and watched Vegeta's cute expression. He wasn't that cold, in fact, he was sweet.

"Vegeta, do you mind telling me who is the stronger person than you?" Bulma blatantly asked him. "You kept saying that you wanted to be stronger, didn't you?"

"Well, I think that I should tell you about my past after all," said Vegeta. His face was stern. "It had started since I entered the elementary school."

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