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Gohan's head snapped to the side as he felt the energy spike. "Oh, shit!" he yelled, jumping through the window and taking off into the night sky. The teenager flew as hard and as fast as he could, keeping his attention focused only on the prince's wild energy. As soon as he saw the barest hint of golden light, Gohan dug deep down within himself and drew out of what little energy he had in reserve.

Vegeta saw Gohan clearly, but he wasn't going to let the boy slow him down. The prince refused to veer from his path, and if the hybrid was going to put himself in the line of fire, then it was the boy's own damn fault.

The two slammed together at super sonic speeds. Vegeta kept his force moving forward, determined not to be slowed down. Gohan pulled slightly to the side, grappling his arms around the senior warrior. The change in propulsion caused them to fly deep into the side of a mountain.

The prince snarled wildly as he tried to get back up. "I'll kill you if you don't let me go this instant, boy!" he shouted.

But Gohan would not let go. "Vegeta, you need to stop," he said as calmly as he could. The teenager grunted as he felt an elbow fly fiercely into his side, but he held on tight. "You need to listen to me!"

"You need to let me go!" he screamed. Vegeta jerked to the side violently and swung his leg straight behind him, nailing Gohan in the groin. It was a low, cheap shot, one he would never use in a real battle, but he didn't have time to deal with honor in battle. He wasn't there to fight. He had to get to his wife.

Gohan hissed as he let go. Even through his squinted eyes, he could see the prince disappear in a brilliant golden flash.

Vegeta didn't get too far before Goku and Piccolo simultaneously slammed into him and pinned him to the ground.

"Stop it, Vegeta!" Goku shouted, keeping himself at level two as he held on tight to the thrashing prince. "Vegeta, stop!"

But the prince would not listen to the larger man. All he knew was that his wife was in the hospital, that he had no idea if she would ever be okay, and that he had to see her. Immediately.

Gohan staggered to his feet and joined the fray. With Vegeta worked up as much as he was, even the combined efforts of Goku and Piccolo were barely enough to keep him down. The teenager quickly wrapped his arms around the prince's legs, leaving the rest up to his father an his mentor.

"Damn it, Vegeta, you need to listen!" the Namekian snapped.

"Bulma's awake!" Gohan tried to shout. "She's awake, Vegeta!"

"I KNOW THAT!" the prince screamed, thrashing even harder against his captors. "THAT'S WHY I HAVE TO FUCKING GET TO HER!"

Feeling his grasp slipping slightly, Goku pushed his energy higher and his hands down harder. "Vegeta," he began in a calm, level voice, "we need to talk to you about something before you can see her."

"NO!" howled Vegeta, bucking under the others. "LET ME GO!"

Goku's voice didn't waiver for a moment. "No, Vegeta, we can't let you do that. Now, if you can calm down, we can let you go and talk to you about what's going on. If you don't, we're just going to keep you pinned here. And between the three of us, Vegeta, you know that we can."

For a minute longer, the prince violently struggled, shouting and cursing every obscenity that he had ever heard. He didn't want to be stopped for any longer than he already had been. He didn't want to be stalled from getting to Bulma. He didn't want to sit around and wait for the damn fools to give him a lecture that he had no intention of listening to.

He just wanted to get the hell out of there.

But all the fighting and thrashing in the world would not move a pure blooded Saiyan, a Saiyan-human hybrid, and a stubborn Namekian combined. And after a while, the thrashing stopped.

"Just tell me what the fuck you need me to know," Vegeta growled, fighting to keep his temper in check, "and let me the hell up."

Goku smiled down at the elder Saiyan. "You promise not to run away?" he asked.

"Damn it, Kakarot, just tell me what is so fucking important that you won't let me get to Bulma!" the prince shouted.

The taller Saiyan just shrugged a shoulder, still keeping a hand firmly on his senior. "Okay," he calmly said. He glanced over his shoulder at his firstborn son. "Gohan, you know what's going on better than we do. Why don't you come up here and tell him?"

Hesitantly, the teenager removed himself from the prince's legs. He wasn't sure if he really trusted Vegeta to stay still with one of his restrainers gone. Hell, if he'd been in the same situation, and Videl had been where Bulma was, then the second he had the barest hint of a chance of freedom, he'd take it, the hell with the consequences.

But Vegeta didn't make a break for it. While being carefully guarded by Goku and Piccolo, Vegeta slowly sat up, crossed his arms, and glared at the youngest fighter. "I'm waiting," he hissed.

Gohan gulped deeply. He hated it when Vegeta used the 'evil' voice. "Well," he hoarsely started, "Bulma has regained consciousness, and all things considered, is doing extremely well."

It was obvious to all three witnesses that Vegeta had visibly relaxed at that news. And that helped them relax. A little.

"Her voice is probably going to be gone for a few more hours," Gohan went on, pulling at his fingers, "because of the breathing tube that had been there while she was in her coma. It should come back, though, fairly soon. Oh, and the senzu plant should be flowering in the next couple of weeks, and since none of her injuries are classified as life threatening, she should be as good as new in no more than eleven days."

Vegeta nodded quietly. There was something that they weren't telling him…

That thought was only confirmed when he heard Piccolo harshly clear his throat, and watched as the Namekian glared fiercely at his pupil.

With a reluctant sigh, the teenager got to the heart of the matter. "Vegeta, Bulma has retrograde amnesia," he firmly stated. "The trauma from the crash caused her to lose her memory."

The color drained from Vegeta's face as he leaned forward, placing one hand on his knee and the other on the ground. "How much of it?" he demanded.

"Not all of it," Gohan slowly started. "Just…just everything since…since…"

"SINCE WHAT?" the prince snapped.

"Since Namek," Goku supplied for his son. "Vegeta, she doesn't remember anything since the time when we were on Namek."

Before Vegeta had a chance to react to that, Gohan found the courage to finish. "And because of the severity of the trauma, we've been cautioned against telling her anything too startling, because it could cause a severe enough panic attack to kill her in her current condition."

The three surrounding warriors braced themselves for an explosion. There was no telling what the violent prince would do when faced with such news.

But there was no screaming, no shouting, no threats of violence or wild energy blasts flying through the air. Vegeta just sat there, staring at nothing in stunned silence.

"Vegeta?" Goku softly asked, tilting down to look at the prince's blank expression. The gentle Saiyan became deeply concerned by the total lack of reaction he was witnessing. In fact, it didn't even seem like the prince was breathing.

"Vegeta?" he asked again. "Are you okay?"

Slowly, Vegeta began to speak. "So…what you're telling me is that if I were to go see her….right now…my presence alone would kill her."

Gohan squirmed uncomfortably at the statement. "Um, at least for the next couple of weeks, yeah," he admitted, staring at the dirt beneath him.

"Is that why you drugged me and had me removed?" he softly demanded.

"Drugged?" Goku asked, looking to his son.

With more skill than he had ever before displayed in a lie, Gohan smoothly told his father, "We had him given a sleeping aid to help him get the rest he needed."

"Ah," Goku nodded in understanding. "Got it."

"And no," Gohan went on, turning his attention back toward the stunned prince, "that's not why we did it. You had been awake for almost sixty hours straight, you were in dire need of rest, and we honestly didn't think that Bulma was going to wake up in the couple of hours we thought you'd be asleep."

He locked his eyes with those of the prince and lowered himself so they were on the same level. "Vegeta, we only found out a little while ago. That's why we had to stop you from getting to her…and why you probably shouldn't have any contact with her until we get her completely healed."

Quietly, Vegeta got to his feet. He dusted himself off before staring up into the night sky. "This is all so absurd…"

"Look," Gohan said in a comforting tone, "in a couple of weeks, we'll have the senzu beans, she'll be completely healed, and then, even if her memory hasn't come back, she won't be at risk for anything if we tell her except maybe a little hyperventilating. Just lay low for a couple weeks, and then everything will be fine."

Slowly, Vegeta turned his gaze to the teenager. "You are certain of this?"

"Yes," Gohan firmly said.

"Gohan would never lie," Goku assured the prince. "If he says that everything will be fine in two weeks, then everything will be fine in two weeks. He's a smart boy, Vegeta. Trust him."

For a moment longer, Vegeta's expression remained completely blank. "What about our son?" he quietly asked the others.

"He will also need to be kept out of sight," Piccolo said.

"He can stay with us," Goku offered, putting a hand on the prince's shoulder.

Vegeta flinched violently from the taller man's touch. "I can take care of my own son!" he snapped. He shot an angry glare at Gohan. "Did you tell him about his mother yet?"

"No!" Gohan insisted firmly. "Like I said, we only found out a little while ago, and Trunks has been asleep at Krillen's place the entire time. The last news he's heard is that she's unconscious but stable. He has no idea that she's woken up, let alone that she's…that she is having issues with her memory." He paused for a moment before adding, "Would you like us to tell him for you?"

Though Vegeta would never admit it, there was a very real part of him that wanted to accept that offer. He had never been good with the more emotional aspects of parenthood, and this was more than he thought he could deal with adequately. But he was a proud man, and would not let someone else fight his battles for him. Not even ones like this.

"I shall inform my son of the situation first thing in the morning," he stated, his tone back to its normal level. "Until then, I shall be at Capsule Corp."

Gohan, Goku, and Piccolo watched quietly as Vegeta took to the sky and headed back in the direction he had come from. "All things considered," Goku said, "that went pretty well."

Gohan turned toward his father and offered him a soft smile. "You know, Dad, you did a great job keeping calm throughout the whole thing."

Goku smiled back at his son and shrugged. "I guess I just didn't see the point in getting worked up. And besides, I don't think anyone could calm down if they were completely surrounded by a bunch of yelling people who were trying to pin you to the ground."

From off on the side, Piccolo grunted. "If you two are going to keep doing this ridiculous sentimental moment, I'm leaving." He shot a glance over to his pupil and offered him a nod. "You know where to find me if anything comes up."

"Right," Gohan said. "Thanks for your help, Piccolo."

With one final nod, the Namekian flew up toward the lookout.

Back down on the ground, Goku turned back toward his son. "How did you get to him so quickly?" he asked. "I IT'd it out here as soon as I figured out what was going on, and you had me beat by almost a minute."

The teenager smiled at his father. "To be honest, I couldn't sleep if my life had depended on it. I'd been tossing and turning all night. I was already up, so when his power spiked, I sensed it right away. You?"

Goku chuckled. "Are you kidding me? A power jolt like that? I couldn't have slept through something like that!" He paused for a moment as a thought struck him. "I wonder how Piccolo managed to get here at the same time I did…"

Gohan laughed. "For as long as I've known him, I don't think that I've ever seen him sleep. Meditate, yes. Sleep, no. He probably was doing the same thing that I was, so unlike you, he didn't have to wake up." He sighed as he turned his gaze to the stars. "Kami, these next few weeks are going to suck…"

Back at Capsule Corp, Dr. Briefs paced nervously around the room his son in law had been in only fifteen minutes earlier. It was one of countless moments he wished that he had the younger man's ability to sense energy levels. If nothing else, he could know whether or not Vegeta had actually made it all the way to the hospital before anyone managed to stop him.

The good doctor's worries came to an abrupt end as the prince opened up the balcony window. "Oh, thank the gods that you're here!" he said. "Vegeta, I just want you to know that anything that you need right now, anything at all, just let me know what it is and I'll make sure that you get it."

Vegeta scowled at the older man. "So you already know about her condition."

"Yes," the doctor quickly said, reaching in to his pocket and pulling out a container of capsules. "I believe that this is everything that you will need for the next few weeks."

Hesitantly, Vegeta reached out and took the case. He opened it up and, sure enough, there was everything he and his son would need for the duration. There were capsules for food, clothing, furniture, even a fairly large capsule house in there.

"How's my grandson?" Dr. Briefs asked.

Vegeta glanced up from the package in his hand. "Asleep."

The doctor nodded. "Well, don't worry, my boy. Before you know it, everything is going to be back to normal. I know, I know, things will be difficult for the next couple of weeks, but just remember, son, that in the end, everything will be fine."

Nodding, Vegeta closed the case and slid it in to his pocket. He turned back to the window and placed one foot on the balcony rail. He paused for a moment before offering the doctor a glance.

"Thank you," he quietly said before taking off. He had to make sure that he got to the house before his son woke up.

As he watched the younger man disappear into the pre-dawn sky, the doctor sighed. "Best of luck, my boy," he softly said. "Best of luck."

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Author's Note: Again, thank you all for your support. I think this chapter probably could have been done better, but for the life of me, I couldn't really make it work. I hope you enjoyed it anyway!