DISCLAIMER: Dragonball Z
belongs to Akira Toriyama. I’m writing this because I love
Vegeta, I’m not making any money for writing this. A/N: Slightly A/U and Rated
R.
another AN: Ok I
started over.
My first attempt at a drabble left me hanging and I kept having all
these other sweet ideas so…
Pain
She was
home. It was a miracle! From the center of a whirlwind to
sweet, peaceful Earth. Gohan stared around him in shock and a
little bit of distance away she saw Piccolo and all the other Namekians. But was that
it? Where was Goku? And Krillin? And who the hell was
that? She wondered as she saw someone stagger and fall over beneath a
cluster of trees. Whoever it was, it looked like they needed
medical attention. Ignoring the others she headed over to the
tiny grove of cherry trees and saw the last person she thought she’d
see. It was the last
Saiyan Prince, looking as though he’d been dragged through the
dust. His breath was coming fast and deep as he stared at his
hands. He didn’t move or try to rise as Bulma drew near and
she heard him faintly sigh. She saw that his armor was nearly
destroyed and wondered what had happened to him on Namek. He
suddenly lurched to his feet and stepped past her, and began to stagger
away from the group. She followed him after several
moments of indecision. No one was watching, and they probably
wouldn’t care anyway. She caught up with him as he stumbled and
nearly fell. She caught his elbow and he
froze. She released him as his empty gaze fell on her and his
knees buckled. He landed without a sound and shook his head
before climbing to his feet again. It was as he knelt there that
she had seen a horrible bruise nearly covering his lower back.
She shook off her fear. He was in shock, it was her only
conclusion after seeing that horrible wound. As she drew closer
she noticed that it was bleeding and a deep purple color, blue along
the edges. Her throat was suddenly dry as she called his name,
but he heard her and stopped, turning to regard her with a furrowed
brow. “You are that girl
from before. Why are you following me?” he said as rubbed his
face and tried to stifle a yawn. “Your hurt.” She
said softly. His eyes widened for a brief second in alarm and
then that all too familiar scowl was on his face. “So what are you
going to do about it?” he hissed, and she almost took a step back as
fear gripped her, but again she forced it away. “I can help.” She
said, her voice delicate and soothing. But Vegeta seemed even
more confused and startled. “What?” he
snapped. “Your back, you
have a huge bruise, and it’s bleeding.” “So what?” he
growled, Bulma recoiled in fear as that threatening rumble left his
lips. It took her a moment to calm herself and realize what he’d
said. She frowned uncertainly. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
she asked. He snorted in disgust. “No!” She eyed him
critically and saw his eyes narrow in anger. “It would hurt
me.” She said, her voice still low in his ears. “And your tired.”
His scowl deepened. He was able to hide his discomfort from her,
but not his exhaustion. He had been up for
days straight on Namek and when he’d finally taken the chance to get
some much needed rest he had only gotten maybe an hour of sleep when
he’d woken to find the Earth brats missing and the dragon balls with
them! But then again he had died for maybe a few minutes or hours
he couldn’t tell but not long at all. He had stood in a line
waiting and then a short blue guy with a horn sticking out of his skull
hand told him to get lost. He had been about to give a blistering
retort when dirt had suddenly filled his mouth and he choked violently
and began to claw his way out of his grave. An hour hadn’t
even passed since then. “I’m fine.” He
ground out at last. He was in truth, barely able to keep himself
upright. His energy was gone. He had used every ounce
fighting his former Lord and Master. His resurrection had healed
all life threatening wounds just enough so that his internal organs and
structure was intact, but he was still damaged and in pain. “Look, I know your
tough. But you look worn out and I don’t care what you say, that
thing has to hurt. Just come with me, and quit making such a big
deal out of it.” She said, her voice just shy of teasing, while she
hoped he would not fly off the handle. “I am not!” he
said, as if offended. She hid her smile. “I can’t-” he said
breathlessly. She watched in morbid fascination as his skin
bleached of all color, his eyes rolled up in his head, and he slumped
to his knees before his face hit the ground. “Holy shit.” Bulma
gasped before kneeling at his side and checking his pulse. It was
beating too fast and she called Gohan’s name as loud as she could.
He didn’t open his
eyes again for three days. Bulma had taken him and Gohan and all
the Namekians to Capsule Corp. and forced Piccolo to carry him to the
medical wing of CC. Gohan had
reluctantly filled her in on the reason for his current state after
much badgering on Bulma’s part. “That has to
change someone. Doesn’t it Piccolo?” Bulma said sadly as she
stared at the unconscious Saiyan Prince. Piccolo coughed
and looked almost embarrassed when her blue eyes pinned him. His
cheeks stained a purplish hue and he gave a quick nod before leaving
the room with Gohan at his heels. “Obviously for the better.” She
said with a smile. She stared at Vegeta as he slept for a few
moments longer and left to go get something to eat.
The end!
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