Chapter Nine
Cecilia just laid there, her body bruised and broken down in the hospital bed. It has already been thirty eight hours since she was brought in and her state had not changed.
Bulma and the doctor gathered around her daughter as they checked her vital signs and other things. Bulma had the doctor who delivered all the saiya-jin children assigned to Cecilia.
Bulma walked out the room, her face white and tired. Her eyes a little puffy and red, she hasn�t sleep at all. So many things were happening to them now, she knew it was coming close, the time for battle.
Vegeta saw his distorted mate there, worry was something she never did. That was Kakarott�s mate specialty. His mate faced it head on, and was quick to think of something to help prevent it. Always in the middle of everything. At thought he smiled, �Bulma, my dearest, what a fine saiya-jin female you would have made.�
Bulma noticed Vegeta, that slight cocky smile on those thick lips of his. She walked to him, �Vegeta what do you have to smile about?� she questioned him, almost out of anger.
�Oh yes, what a fine one you would have made.� he said softly to her, his hand grabbing her head, fingers moving against her scalp as she just feel into him. His hands now around her waist.
�I�m tired Vegeta, and too tired to even argue with what you said or even try to pry it out of you.� Bulma said, her voice muffled into his chest. �Woman, you should not worry. Let that annoying one Chi-Chi take care of that as she always has. �
Bulma just jerked back, standing her ground against him. Her hand came quick and hard, actually slightly stinging his cheek from all those rings she insited on wearing around her finger. And the one he made her, another silly human tradition to show she was taken.
�How dare you say that, that�s our grandchild in there! And with everything else that is happening can you not at lest worry about something? I�ve been around battles all my life Vegeta, just like you, and I know when I see signs that means something is about to happen.� Bulma said, her voice not yelling, but firm.
Vegeta just grabbed that hand, holding it tight. He was a man of power and strength that was forever growing, that look on her face though showed no signs of being scared of him. She knew him, and was not scared of him anymore.
The others in the hallway saw this, saw that look in Vegeta eyes. They didn�t know rather to say something or just watch. Bulma use to be scared mentaly that one day she would push him to far with that temper, but she loved him enough to trust him with her heart. Her heart would prove her right as time went on and they grew together.
Goku made a slight noise as he walked from Chichi to over to them. Bulma saw this and just shook her head �no.� They may never trust him like she did, but she did with all of heart.
His lips just touched her hand, and Bulma just weeped as she feel to the floor. Her mind back on Vegeta. Goku almost sighing a little as Chi-Chi just placed a hand on his shoulder.
�Leave them be Goku, you should know by now Vegeta would never lay a hand on her. He cares for her.� and that was all she said. Goku turned to face his wife and just rested his chin on top of her head.
Vegeta gathered his mate from the floor, she didn�t say anything when he just took off out the building. Flying in the sky with him, something she seamed to miss him doing to her. The first couple of times, she was scared and would scream for a few minutes. Then she learned to enjoy it. The feel of his body on hers, so relaxing.
�I miss you flying me out in the middle of night Vegeta.� and that was all she said. Her body just went limp on his as she drifted off into a slumber. �Little one, I miss those times as well.�
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�Pan, lets go home. She�ll be fine. I know she will be.�
�Trunks, how can you say that. She hasn�t woke up in almost two days. I�m not leaving her side until she does!� Pan shouted as she lifted from the chair by Cecilia�s bed side. �Yes you are, you are doing her no good here. You need to be rested and alert when does wake up. Not a walking dead person.� Trunks said, his voice raising a little at the little one across the bed.
�Fine, you go home but I�m not. I�m her kaasama and will not leave her side. Just like you wouldn�t leave mine. Remember when I was in the tank and you stayed there and then left. I woke up and no one was there to help me. I will not have her do the same. Do you hear me Trunks?� Pan said, her voice shifting a little louder this time as she was tired and hurt.
Trunks face just turned from aggravation to pure rage. He was only trying to help her. He couldn�t do this anymore with her. �Fine do as you will, but do it with out me! I�m sick of this, brat! And I advice you to never throw that in my face again.�
Pan was eighteen when she had Cecilia and now she was thirty five years old, married to one of the richest man in the world with only one child when she wanted more than one. She still longed for more now, even in her thirties. Of course none of that meant anything to her right now, she was tired and scared.
Pan didn�t know how it happened, her body moved without her mind acknowledging it. Her hand came hard and swift, but something stopped her. His lips crushed against hers. Her fist still balled up in his grip. She just gave into him as she always did.
�Hush, and come with me. � was all he said as he grabbed her hand and lead her out the room. Quickly he walked them to the elevator. Their bodies already smothered against each other. His hands were quick as he pushed up her skirt and quickly discarded her panties.
She moved quick with him, hands holding onto his member as it swelled in her rough grip and strokes. It almost hurt as she squeezed him, releasing her anger and hurt. His body was becoming her outlet to everything that was eating her up inside.
Trunks finally grabbed her hands from his penis, roughly pinning her against the moving elevator wall. The glass walls showing everything they where doing to each other from all angles. His knees parted her legs as he trusted into her, his hands now up her shirt and pulling on her nipples. Pan arched her back with all this sensation building up in her, her legs now wrapped around his waist.
Up and down he moved her along his shaft, hands grabbing her full breast and squeezing them over and over again. Pan bucked against him, hands pounding on the button to keep the elevator moving up and down. She couldn�t take it anymore as she push her hands onto his should and slammed herself hard onto his shaft, releasing herself on him as he just stiffen and shock with the vibration. His release ended with hers.
�I love you Trunks..� and she was out. Slumped against him as he held her, one arm reaching down to put her panties back. Pulling her skirt down and his pants up. He took her home, to their home.