A/N: Chapter. 2, I hope to update more chapters as I get back on track. But for now, the uploads will be a little slow. I hope you enjoy, and have some theories to what is to come in future chapters.
Chapter. 2
Goku and the others stood close to the medical facility doors of Capsule Corp, waiting on the news of Vegeta's condition. Bulma had come out minutes ago pursuing the Head doctor that ran the medical bay, he said a few strained words that weren't very reassuring to the members present.
"We have done a lot to make sure his lungs don't collapse, but other than his breathing. We honestly don't know what is wrong with your husband, Mrs. Briefs. I'm sorry. We'll try our best, but so far it isn't looking to great." Bulma deflated as she listened, Goku chewed the inside of his cheek with worry radiating through his body and if he had his tail it would be slashing back and forth. Eyes of warm brown stared intensely at the double doors, shifting from one foot to the next he wanted for his Prince to walk out healthy and back on his feet again.
Bulma felt tears fall down her cheeks as she paced back and forth, Chichi viewed her friend with concern. Bulma hugged herself, god what the hell was she thinking. What type of person put their own husband under intensive care, all because she refused to cancel the fucking party. Biting into her lip, drawing blood, she felt more tears cascade like a broken waterfall. Chichi took the opportunity to comfort the struggling soul, roaming over hesitate at first. Before she shrouded her sleeved arms around trembling shoulders before whispering soothing words as she rubbed the women's back.
"I'm s-such an idiot, he would h-have been fine if I just canceled the god-damn party!" She sobbed out as she leaned into the embrace that was offered to her, before either woman noticed Goku strolled over slowly. Putting his hand on her shoulder he gave a small reassuring squeeze.
"He'll pull through; he's never going to just give in. Have faith." Bulma's redden, and swollen gaze searched the younger Saiyan's face for any lies that might have been there but all she could see was pure sincerity in those chocolate orbs.
"Thank you, G-Goku." She sniffled out, Chichi pulled away to look at her friend but keeping her hands laying on slightly trembling shoulders. Making sure that the women in front of her wouldn't crumble as soon as she steps away.
"Now if things get to rough, call us anytime you would like. Okay, hun." Chichi spoke softly, Bulma wiped at her eyes before giving the retired fighter before her a small smile before nodding her head.
"Yeah." Chichi smiled; looking over to Goku he gave Bulma one of his small smiles but a smile none the less. Rubbing Bulma's shoulders one last time, Chichi pulled away.
"Remember, just call and we will be there." Another nod before Chichi and Goku were gone with their kids in tow. Yamacha gulped as he approached the distort person in front of him, not wanting to breaking something that was already broken inside the scientist.
"We're all here for you, Bulma. Vegeta is a man with strength and determination. He has the fighting will to get pass whatever is pulling him down." Behind Yamacha to back him up was Krillin, 18, Piccolo, Master Roshi, Oolong and Puar. Some nodded and others spoke out their reassurance. Suddenly Piccolo walked up to the Blue haired and eyed beauty with a stern face.
"If he isn't back on his feet in about a week from today, bring him to the Lookout. Dende should be able to come up with a diagnosis, but just to be sure I'll come by in a few days to check up." Bulma laughed as more tears flowed down her face, Yamacha was startled and was about to protest but was taken aback when she spoke.
"It really helps when he has some people looking out for him. T-Thank you guys, it means a lot." Piccolo only grunted in approval before making his way to the doors but stopped when Krillin spoke up.
"We'll join you, in a couple of days we'll all come. By then he should be moved to his own room." Bulma gave a hum to confirm what was being inquired. Piccolo nodded before fully leaving, disappearing behind the doors leaving the last group to themselves.
"I better get in there and speak to the Doctor, you guys get going. I don't want to hold you up here." Yamacha sighed, but none the less backed up before departing with the rest of the group. Once the door shut, Bulma looked to the only person in the room with her.
"Come here." She said in a motherly way that was hard to resist, Trunks blue eyes were clouded with ushered tears. Shuffling forwards he melted into his mothers embrace, placing his head under her chin as he inhaled the soothing scent of sea water perfume. Bulma ducked her head down to kiss a head full of light lavender colored hair as her lip quivered.
"I'm s-sorry. I made a mistake, I should have agreed with him." Trunks let the tears of fear and anger roll down his redden cheeks as he listened to his mother repeatedly blaming herself for this happening. But in reality it was the inevitable that was hidden in the shadows, cloaked by doubt.
"Dads fine, I know it in my heart. You should too." The muffled reassurance brought a watery smile to Bulma's strained face as she looked beyond the lavender hair, her tiny family would be just fine, she would be fine.
Bulma moved about the white room, moving flat pillows for more fluffy ones as her gaze traced over the clean white bed, to the sanitized sheets that was rumbled in areas at the base to the prone from of her Husband. His face slack and unmoving, the only sounds were the beeping of the heart monitor to the light breathing. Sitting herself on the edge of the bed, Bulma reached over to swipe loose strains from ragged hair. This morning she was granted entry to his room after a couple of tries the day before, upon entering she was frozen to the wall. Vegeta was even paler than the day of the party, a breathing tube was shoved down his throat to aid his lungs, a single IV drip for nutrient and medicine was injected in his right forearm. He was dressed in a simple hospital T-shirt that had strings on the back and black track pants, something comfortable and light since he was pronounced to be in a coma the day before.
This left Trunks and herself in a fit of depression, the doctors couldn't tell if he will ever wake up. He still had a high fever making it dangerous if another seizure came about. The doctors worked out that when he had collapsed it was due to a seizure, which explained the slight convulsions but what triggered it was still a mystery. However, the doctors couldn't figure out why he had bleed, all his intestines were healthy and intact, nothing out of the ordinary.
Sighing she stared at him; he was pale and slightly darken circles lay underneath his eyes making him look even worse. His face would crunch into a fit of pain or discomfort which annoyed and concerned Bulma, moving delicate hands over larger and much smoother hands she pinched her lips into a pain filled smile. When her days weren't at the medical bay, she was either with Trunks or down in her lab doing work. Smiling now a day wasn't worth the effort, Trunks had school but every chance he could he want an update on his father's health. Today would be the first day Trunks would get to see his father in person since the party two days ago; the High School would be let out in another hour, plenty of time for last minute anger and guilt to pour out.
"If you can hear me Vegeta, I know I screwed up and I hope somewhere in your h-heart you can f-forgive me." Getting choked up at the last part, she held the locket close to her chest as the tears dried and all was silent again. The sound of the door opening from across the room an hour later alerted her that Trunks had arrived, soft tapping of heavy boots against the tan colored title was noted before it went silent signalling he was right behind her.
"He at least looks slightly better than what they described." His tone light as he pulled an extra chair forwards, turning, so he was faced towards her, he began to speak again.
"Goten said that Goku and Chichi will probably swing by today. They're worried about us mom, I wouldn't blame then. Since we got the bad news of dad going into a coma, we shut are selves away from others." Bulma stared straight ahead, the thought of guests made her angry some how and when she played with it in her head she soon felt guilt but it was the truth. She wasn't in the best moods to tolerate Chichi's mothering or concern glances, because in honesty she wanted to be in peace with the thought that he would wake up soon. But yet again, they had a right to know the condition of a friend.
"Alright." She whispered in the open, silent room, it had that doctor smell. Leaning forwards slightly she felt Vegeta's forehead; it was slightly warm but not overly hot. Putting her hand back down, she stood from her chair and stretched her tired limbs as she stride over to the window. Opening the hatch, she thrust the double doors open, letting refreshing air circulate through the room.
"That's much better, now I'm going to speak to the head doctor about the possible removal of the tube, maybe switch it out for a Ventilator machine." She spoke evenly as she strolled quickly to the door, the loud click of her high heels against the tile being louder than the machines in the room. Trunks nodded, letting her know he heard and just like that the door clicked shut. Leaving him alone with his comatose father and his inner depressing thoughts. Twiddling his thumbs and every so often pulling his collar away from his throat as his sky-blue eyes searched around the room. They always landed on his father after a few minutes, sighing he was forced out of the boring atmosphere by voices right outside the closed door. Listening in, he heard the unmistakable voice of Goku conversing with the doctor or was it a nurse. He couldn't tell.
"Right through this door sir, Mrs. Briefs has stepped out for a moment but her Son should still be present."
"That's understandable. Thank you." Was the slightly muffled reply, the footsteps of the escort was heard walking away, leaving silence before the door opened up.
"Trunks?" Goten's voice sounded nervous and the heir of Prince Vegeta knew why. Ever since his father's seizure, the younger Prince was more frustrated and Goten didn't know how to act around him. Eventually the poor boy ended up avoiding him which helped somewhat but made a empty hole open up in his heart, and later realized his mistake. Goten was the one that stood by his side during battles, they were Gotenks for crises sakes and he was a brother he never had.
"Goten." His name came out as a hushed sigh of relief; Goten came into view with a half smile on his anxious face. Goten had grown a lot, even though his hair had been flattened and styled differently than the Goku's usual style from which he was born with. He did this so he wasn't confused as Goku, and it made sense so nobody question it any further. His eyes the color of black with specks of brown thrown in glance to the exhausted and slightly sadden face of his friend before looking to Vegeta, he gave a gasp before looking behind him.
Goku was on the same lines as Goten, while Chichi shook her head in hidden pity for the family. Gohan just stood there with shock written all over his face. Goku was the first to bring himself back and look to the teen sitting in the only other chair apart from the one his mother was using. Trunks shift making Chichi the one to break the ice.
"Hey, Trunks." She said in slight concern as she approached the teen, her darker eyes scanned over Vegeta's form. Noting that he was looking slightly better from the last time she saw him, bracing herself she gave the younger Prince a small smile.
"Hi Chichi..." He dragged the silence at the ending of his introduction, Chichi pulled back to stand back beside Goku who frowned at Trunks. The teen seemed troubled and he knew either Bulma was blaming herself for what happen or he was.
"Trunks, you know it wasn't anybody's fault. People end up ill for reasons." Goku tried to reason with Trunks, who was even more stubborn then his father and mother put together. Although Saiyan's being a species of war and death shouldn't get sick so easily or at all because of their immune systems being tougher than a regular humans. Something snapped in Trunks as he gritted his teeth his Ki spiked as he sharply turned his head to look at the people in the room.
"I'm not blaming myself, nobody is blaming themselves! I would be damned if I had pulled my thoughts in that deep. This whole thing is shitty and I'm frustrated because..." His angered rant was cut abruptly as he turned in his seat with his whole being shaking. Chichi during the outburst had put her index and middle finger to her lips, while the others had sadden looks on their faces and none of them knew how to help the helpless family. Vegeta was the center of their everyday life – now- because he finally married Bulma after a few shouting matches. Vegeta made Trunks stand on his two feet and train, while Bulma made him stay healthy and go to school. Vegeta scowled Trunks if he talked back to either parent and gave him the needed courage, and Bulma was right alongside both of them. In a sense Vegeta was something in this family that couldn't be ripped away and it made Goku and his family all the more determined to help out the best they could.
Silence stretched across the room, the breeze filtered along lightly. Rustling the curtains and wires to the machines, Goku decided that he would go find chairs while Chichi calmly came over to sit beside Trunks who hadn't dared another glance at them. Bringing her hand out she pulled his into hers as she ran her thumb over the top as the beeping of Vegeta's heart monitor picked in a soothing rhythm telling everybody in the room he was alive.
"I know it's been lonely and frustrating Trunks, but try to think about this for a moment. What would your father say if he was awake right now, watching your behaviour?" Cringing slightly Trunks could literally hear the raspy stern voice of his father like he was standing right in front of him.
"I can't believe you, and you call yourself the heir to Prince Vegeta. Shape up boy!" Tear of happiness rolled down his face as a genuine smile scrolled across his pale features as he laughed.
"Your right, sheesh... Look I'm sorry about yelling earlier. It just, this whole thing has been eating the back of my mind all day and yesterday. I shouldn't have taken any of my anger on you guys when you're so clueless." Chichi chuckled lightly as her gaze drifted over to the reason why they came here; Vegeta was on his side with his left arm sprawled out on the bed while the one with the IV hooked up was laying over his stomach while the tube down his throat, supplying him with the needed oxygen as he slept was pulled taunt from the position.
"No problem Trunks, we knew you needed to get something off your chest, so tell me has he woken up?" Trunks tensed, he knew his mother wanted to break the bad news of his father being in a coma, but he didn't think he would be asked to answer the question without her present.
"I-I can't answer that, mother wanted the privilege to speak about it too you guys." Chichi hummed before giving him the nodded of approval as she leaned back into her seat. The waiting didn't take long, a half an hour later the door creaked open letting Bulma inside, pushing a large machine in toll. The door opened not a second later to Goku with more chairs. Bulma had at least a satisfy smile on her red stained lips as she walked confidently over and leaned over Vegeta, everyone watched with confused looks. It wasn't until, she began to shut off the machine supporting Vegeta's breathing tube, that Goku, Gohan, and Chichi jolted.
"BULMA! What do you think you're doing, he needs that!" Chichi snapped as she shot from her spot, but was scowled from the women with a harsh glare sent in her direction. Bulma walked over to the cabinets and grabbed some latex gloves, pulling them on she leaned back over her husband. Gently and with caution, glancing at Vegeta's heart monitor every now and again, she began to pull the tubing out of his throat. The others in the room were freaked out besides Trunks, having been left out of the loop. With the tubing finally out, Vegeta gave a wet cough before Bulma strapped the mask over his face and adjusted the straps to lay more comfortably. She than turned to the Ventilator machine and fiddled with it before it hummed to life, and the mask began to fog up indicating Vegeta's steady breathing.
"He's no longer in danger of his lungs collapsing or a seizure, so I was given the thumbs up to switch to the Ventilator Machine. His breathing patterns, while not entirely clear, doesn't need the tube, just a steady filter of oxygen support." While she explained this, she had made it to the other side of the room to the door, opening it she pushed the other machine out in the hallway before closing it again.
"Bulma, do you mean had a seizure the day of the party!" Bulma sighed, walking slowly over she put her hands on the adult's shoulders.
"Apparently, but what caused it hasn't be explained or found out. I don't know." Gohan was in awe but that was normal for the teen – adult because he was fascinated in science and doctors and to hear that not even the brightest doctors that Bulma hired could figure out such a medical mystery. They better call out House for this job, because Vegeta needed it. (FlashStepX: lol if you don't know the reference I used, it was a show literally called House that I watched when I was six with my mom and the guys name was House... anyways check the show out because he was brilliant in medical cases.)
"So Bulma, since you are now in the room. Can you tell me something?" Chichi interjected as she watched the scientist take a seat. Bulma had a curious look before something seemed to dawn on her mind before that look changed into a calm one.
"I think I know where this is heading, but please do proceed." Chichi lightly but soundlessly cleared her throat as she nodded.
"Has Vegeta awakened at all since the party?"
'Bingo', Bulma thought as she crossed her legs, putting her hands in her lap as she got prepared for the shock expressions that would mostly appear after her answer.
"No, but that would because he's not going to wake up. Because Vegeta was forced into a coma."
Absolute silence was met.
"E-Excuse me..." Was the ghost of an response?
