Piccolo tried to fight against the nurses that shoved him towards the door. He didn't want to leave his wife's side. "JENNY!" he roared. "No! No, I won't leave her!" This couldn't be the last time he saw her alive. There was so much he needed to say, so much more time he wanted with her. The thought of losing her now was excruciating. He moved to grab a nurse to throw her out of his way, but the next thing he knew, Vegeta had a hold on him and dragged him out into the hallway. He was painfully reminded of how he'd nearly lost her the day Paige was born. It was like reliving that nightmare all over again, but this time it was worse. "Get off me!" he growled and shoved Vegeta away.

The Saiyan prince answered with a feral growl of his own. "You'll only be in their way," he snarled. "They're the only chance she has now. Don't do something foolish and jeopardize her only hope." He loathed to admit it. He had little faith in these doctors and their sorry excuses for treatment. What good was a medicine if the side effects could kill you just as easily as the disease they were supposed to treat?

"What happened?" Sabriena demanded and ran to the window, her hands thunking against the glass as she strained to see what was happening to her friend. "What are they doing? What's going on?!" There were too many doctors and nurses rushing around the room for her to be able to see what was happening. "Oh gods," she sobbed, her voice strained with fear. She'd tried to ignore it, tried to hide the fact that for months now she was terrified for her friend. She wanted to be strong for Jenny. She didn't want to worry her husbands or her son. And she'd done a damn good job of it until now.

Bulma shook her head, rubbing at her eyes, trying her best not to sob out as she spoke, "She flat lined. The doctors are trying to bring her back." She cried. The horror in the group was palpable and crushing. Dende was having a hard time sitting there among them, she could see Rose trying to soothe him the best she could. The children didn't understand what was going on, but Paige and Alice sat still, listening.

Vegeta went to his granddaughters and picked them up, holding them tightly. He didn't know what to say to them. He was afraid for them, afraid to see their reactions if they lost their mother. He squared his shoulders and looked at them, their eyes big as if they expected him to explain this, for him to fix whatever was wrong with mommy. "No crying," he said softly. "We all need to be brave for your mother right now. So no tears. You hear?"

Alice nodded before she laid her head on Vegeta's shoulder, looking over it at the room where the doctors rushed around frantically.

Goku was doing his best to pry Sabriena from the window before he held her to him, looking at Tien with a hurt look on his face as if the other man could sense Sabriena's pain. He realized then that Tien could feel it. Usually, the two of them were good at controlling their bond, the way it affected them, but in moments when their emotions were powerful, they both felt each other. He could see it in the strained expression on Tien's face.

Alice wiggled then, moving so she was set down on the ground a moment later before she went over to Dende. She looked up at her mentor, the tears on his face. She reached for him until he picked her up and she curled up in his lap, peering out with wide eyes over the room of friends and family.

Rose sat next to Dende, gently rubbing his back, trying to will some peace and comfort into him. There was a reason the Lookout was so high above the earth, so removed from its people. Being too close was overwhelming for the guardian. She wiped away his tears and leaned her cheek on his shoulder, dropping her hand to run through Alice's pale pink hair. She could tell that Alice was afraid for her mother, but there was more than that. Alice was being affected by this place just the same as Dende.

Seconds seemed like hours as they waited. A silence fell over the space as if no one dared to breathe. Piccolo moved to stand by the window, staring miserably into the room. "Take me," he murmured, not caring who heard him. "Take me instead. She doesn't deserve this. I want her to be here with our girls. Gods… Fates… whoever is listening… Let me take her place. Be merciful, just this once. Please." He paused and swallowed as he scrubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand. "Our family needs her more than they need me. She's too important to everyone. Please don't take her. Take my life instead."

Bulma frowned as she heard Piccolo already starting to go through the stages of grief, though to be honest, he had already completed a few steps before this. She wished there was something that could be done to ease his pain. All of their pain. It was unnerving to see the normally composed, stoic Namek to be reduced to tears like that, begging for the life of his mate.

Goku bit his lip as he heard the frantic beeping of the monitors stop and turned to look through the window. The doctors moved to stand away from the bed. A nurse moved to the side of the bed, gingerly taking the bed sheet and drawing it up.

Finally after what seemed to be an eternity, the doctors opened the door and came out. The one that was Jenny's attending stopped by Piccolo and looked around the group, "We had a close call there, but we managed to pull her through. She's not completely out of the woods yet, but I feel confident that she will make a fully recovery." He opened up the chart in his hands, "Some good news as well. These are some of the test results we've been running on her since she came in earlier today." He looked up at the tall Namek, unable to stop the smile on his face. "Your wife is cancer free."

Piccolo's knees buckled and he had to grab onto the wall to steady himself. "What?" he breathed, thinking surely that he had heard the doctor wrong. He glanced over his shoulder at his wife in the bed, who seemed to be resting peacefully once more. Had the treatment really worked? A smile tugged at his lips and a breathless laugh escaped his throat. After all these months of uncertainty, of watching her suffer, that horrible disease was gone from her body. He didn't know what to say. Somehow saying thank you didn't seem right. He gave in, sinking to his knees, not sure whether he wanted to cry or laugh from joy.

Vegeta turned, his pulse racing. Could it really be true? He looked at Paige still in his arms and grinned widely at her. "You see?" he said. "I knew your mother was a Saiyan deep down. She wouldn't let some stupid disease take her out. She's too strong." He grabbed Bulma and pulled her into a crushing hug with Paige as he kissed her temple. "Our daughter's going to make it."

Bulma couldn't stop the sob that passed her lips as she hugged her mate tightly, giving Paige a watery smile as the little girl hugged Vegeta's neck. "Thank goodness. I wasn't sure how much more she could take. You were right. Saiyan till the end," she said, looking over at Piccolo on the ground. Goku helped him up and gave him a light push back into Jenny's room. "Now she just needs to wake up, but I think she's earned her rest. No more chemo. She will be happy when she hears that."

It was as if he was walking in a daze, his feet carrying him to his mate's bedside. He was seeing her in a new light and even though she was thin and frail, sleeping with all those monitors hooked to her, she was beautiful to him. She was a survivor. He knelt next to her bed, just staring at her for a long time. He couldn't describe the relief that flooded his system, making him dizzy. "Thank you," he whispered harshly to whatever deity had listened to his pleas. He carefully kissed her lips and pulled back to stare at her with a smile.

Jenny cracked her eyes open, barely able to see, but she would recognize that shade of green anywhere. She wasn't sure where she was. She was dead tired and felt like she couldn't move, but she had to know, had to let him know she was still in there. She reached out, curling her hand around his own before she let her eyes fall closed again. "Tired," she rasped.

Piccolo jumped slightly as she spoke. "Don't try to talk," he said softly, squeezing her hand. "Save your strength." He tenderly ran his hand over her head, staring at her as she weakly opened her eyes once more. "You had a heart attack. I almost lost you." He paused, once again thanking the universe for sparing her. "I spoke to the doctor. They ran a bunch of tests. Jenny, the cancer's gone. You did it, baby. You beat it."

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes as she heard his words, slipping down her cheeks. Gone. It was gone. She could finally start healing, stop her chemotherapy and maybe finally put on some weight. She smiled at him, squeezing his hand as much as she could, which wasn't much. "Do the girls know?" she asked softly before she closed her eyes. Gods, it was exhausting to talk.

"Yeah," he answered in a quiet voice. "Everyone knows. They're all here. Everyone came to be here with you." He kissed her softly and rested his forehead against hers, their noses touching. He could feel his own exhaustion catching up with him now. He'd been so worried for so long, watching over her, comforting her, taking care of their girls. It didn't dawn on him how little he'd taken care of himself. He felt like he could just curl up with her and sleep for an age. "Rest now. As soon as you get your strength back, I'll take you home." He kissed her again. "I'll be right back," he whispered and forced himself to his feet. He looked lovingly at her one more time before he went back out into the hallway. "She woke up for a minute. I think she's going to be okay."

Everyone seemed to heave a sigh of relief at the same time. Sabriena clung to Goku and Tien, shaking with the adrenaline of everything that had happened. She could barely stand on her own. Lindsey let her head fall against Gohan's shoulder, both of them looking worn out as they held their children. Catie grinned brightly and threw herself into Trunks' arms as he stared with a sort of disbelief all over his face. And though he could see how hard it was for Dende to be in this place, Piccolo could also see the bit of relief on his brother's face as he held Alice with Rose at his side.

"Thank you all," Piccolo said roughly, looking down at the tiled floor for a minute. He wasn't good at these sort of things, but he felt it needed to be said. "For everything. I don't know how Jenny and I would've gotten through this without you. Without our family." He looked up and swallowed harshly again. "I'm going to stay here with her. Hopefully they won't keep her more than a few days and we can go home. You all can go. I'll keep Bulma updated and she can let you all know if anything else happens. Hopefully everything will be okay now."

Tora sat quietly, still holding Eighteen and Marron in his lap as everyone started to head for home. He caught Goku's eye as the younger Saiyan smiled over at him and he smiled back before Goku disappeared with his mates and youngest son. Once the hallway was clear and quiet, he rubbed gently at Eighteen's back. "You wanna get out of here? I can take you and Marron home," he offered quietly. He felt that they needed to talk, to spend some time alone with each other, but here was not the place. He silently prayed that she didn't change her mind now that the heat of the moment was past. Surely she wouldn't. There had been so much sincerity in her voice, her eyes. "Please let me come with you. I just want to be near you right now."

Eighteen nodded, holding onto him tightly, "You'd better come home with us. I'll have to drag you back if you don't," she said, kissing his cheek.

Tora smiled warmly and held them both close as he snapped his fingers, disappearing from the hospital and appearing in the little living room of Eighteen's house.