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And We Were Angels	By : AMCM Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 27 - With Love

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Bulma didn't care if the patients, guests or staff of West City Hospital thought she was insane as she rushed to the information desk. "Excuse me, but I am Bulma Briefs." She wiped the tears from her eyes. "I just got a call from a Sergeant Williams at the West City Police Department regarding a patient of yours."
The girl blinked cluelessly and looked around. "I- I- don't really-"
Bulma growled, slammed her purse down on the desk and pulled out a large bill. "I am not in the mood to wait for protocols or procedures Miss. Let me make this very clear. I want to know where this John Doe is and I want to know NOW, if not sooner."
Taking the money from Bulma's hand the girl whispered, "He is on the fourth floor in room two twenty-four." She grabbed Bulma's arm and added, "I hope he is who you are looking for."
Bulma rolled her eyes and pulled away not bothering to answer the girl. She rushed to the nearest elevator and pressed the button over and over again. The door was not going to open fast enough for her.
Once inside, the only thing on her mind was that Vegeta was probably in this hospital and in serious condition. Bulma felt her heartache as she remembered all the things she had said about him. It sickened her that she had doubted him at all, let alone find out that he had probably been fighting to survive the entire time she had cursed him for leaving her. She didn't know what happened to him, but she was almost sure it had something to do with her. Adding to that, her distrust and lack of faith made it more than clear to her that she could never make it up to him.
Bulma watched the silver doors of the elevator slowly slide open. Impatience was overwhelming as she reached out and pushed them open. Her bright blue eyes scanned the hall for numbers as she walked quickly in the direction of two twenty four until she found it. She didn't even bother to inquire at the nurses' station before placing her hand on the doorknob. Bulma took a deep breath and steeled her will. She would be devastated if this wasn't Vegeta and become completely unraveled if it was.
She opened the door and came face to face with a man in a white trench coat and a folder cradled in one arm. "May I help you?"
Bulma frowned and tried to peer around his broad shoulders. "I am Bulma Briefs," she hesitated, "and I got a phone call that-"
"Bulma Briefs?" The doctor tried to suppress his excitement.
"Yes." She realized that there was a large white drape between her and the bed. Damn it all to hell. She didn't have time for this.
"I hope that you are the Bulma Briefs our John Doe has been asking for." He put the folder down on a tray nearby.
Bulma cut to the chase. "I will answer that as soon as I see him. If you would please step aside?"
Nodding, he turned and walked toward the curtain. Bulma held her breath as he reached out and pulled it back. She stared in shock for a moment before bursting into tears. "Oh merciful heavens, Vegeta!" She rushed forward and knelt by his side. Bulma reached out to take his hand in hers. "What happened to you?", she tearfully asked before dropping her head to the side of the bed and crying her heart out.

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Bulma rubbed her arms and looked around Vegeta's new room. It was spacious and well decorated. She had taken great pains to make sure the most comfortable room in the hospital had been made available for him. She had a list of doctors and specialists from all over the globe at her fingertips. Nothing was going to be left to chance in order to help Vegeta make a full recovery. Bulma would allow nothing less.
A fortune had already been spent to cover up his strange appearance out of nowhere, although that was the least of her concerns. As she stared out at the bright lights of the city, Bulma was worried about her heroic angel. He was clearly not as he waforefore. She knew instinctively that he was now a mortal. She also knew in her heart that he had done this because of her. What she didn't know is what it had cost him. He knew her name. The reports said that the one time he had regained consciousness he had clearly called out for her. Vegeta had asked vehemently for Bulma Briefs to be brought to his side.
"Vegeta..." Bulma rested her forehead against the window and whispered. She knew that he lay just a few feet away, but the words were more a question to the wind rather than the man. "Did you think you were dying? Were yrighrightened to be all alone in a strange world that is full of strange people?" She closed her eyes and allowed hot guilty tears to run down her face. "I am so sorry. I promise I won't ever leave you again."
"That..." Bulma shook at the sound of the pained and raspy voice. She turned to see his dark and half-opened eyes resting on her. "That would be a good thing. I wasn't planning on leaving you anymore either."
She was rooted to the floor. "You are awake."
"You are crying." Vegeta stated as he turned his gaze to the ceiling. "It hurts."
Bulma rushed to his side and looked him over, while her hands hovered in the air above him. She wanted to help him so badly that she was trembling. The fear of causing him additional pain made her tense. "Where does irt?"rt?"
A sarcastic smirk broke over his lips. "Everywhere. Now I really understand what it is like to be mortal. The world is so sharp and painful, but that pain is nothing compared to what your tears are doing to me. I didn't mean to cause you more anguish. I thought my becoming a mortal would solve all our problems." Closing his eyes he rested for a moment. The pain endured by his injured mortal body caused his face to become pallid. "I now realize that this only complicated things beyond my understanding."
"What are you saying?" She took his hand and held it firmly.
Vegeta looked away. "I don't know if my body will heal completely from what it endured when I first fell from Heaven's Gates. The strain of becoming mortal has left me broken beyond medical comprehension. My soul has been reborn, but this form..." He sighed deeply, but doing so only caused him to flinch from the agony the movement invoked. "I won't ask you to tie yourself down and be responsible for a broken being, Bulma."
She gasped and shook her head. "Vegeta, you fool. Can't you see that I don't care if you are injured? I have it on good authority that you will heal and that once you do you can return home with me." He looked back at her with skeptical eyes as she lovingly smiled down at him. "You are already a typical man! Crying and whining over little bumps and bruises."
"Who told you this body would heal? It feels like it's permanently damaged!" Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her.
Bulma chuckled lightly realizing that he truly believed he was crippled for life. "You were unconscious because your body was trying to heal itself. You are in pain because the injuries you sustained were life threatening. The doctor assured me that once you regained consciousness you would be well on the road to recovery."
"Well, he is a liar! I feel like I am dying." Vegeta snapped.
"He is a very qualified physician. I checked him out personally, so don't you worry, you are not dying. You are fee feeling some discomfort right now. I promise I will see you through this." Bulma smiled and reached down to play with a few strands of his jet-black hair, "I have already made sure Bellona will stay on to help."
"Ok, now I wish I was dying."

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"Alright girl, you can stop humming nYou You are making me ill." Dr. Briefs put down his coffee mug and looked over the top of his newspaper. "Just last night you were telling me that the man had abandoned you, and now you are singing like a spring bird. Next thing I know you will be dancing around here like it's the opening scene from The Sound of Music."
Bulma stopped arranging the Capsule Corporation forms that sat in a briefcase in front of her. "Sorry. I am just trying to get all the files I need to take to the hospital."
"Don't overly concern yourself. I have decided that I am going to be returning to the office next week. Stepping it up a bit isn't going to hurt me."
Bulma stopped all movement and lifted her eyes to look at her father. "What about Bellona?" she questioned. Although it was true that she had been absent from the house a great deal, Bulma found herself wondering if Bellona was ready to relinquish care of her charge.
"Actually, she has already spoken with me regarding moderate care. We knew well enough that my recovery was temporary. I am not as old as you think, Bulma," he smiled at his daughter. "Yes, I was very ill, but that is all over now. Bellona will be checking up on me after work hours. I am under strict orders on the amount of time I can put in. Bellona has also resumed her part-time job at the home health care company."
"I didn't know." Bulma whispered.
"You have been working too hard, sweetie. I know the company and the generator have been very demanding on your time, and even before that you were filling in for me." Dr. Briefs arose and walked across the room to kiss the top of his daughter's head. "Let me help you out for a while." Dr. Briefs let his hand carefully shut the briefcase and slide it away from Bulma. "You go help your man recover, dear. Everything will be fine."
Bulma smiled and stood up to wrap her arms around her father. "Thank you, Poppa." It was a wonderful feeling knowing that for every minute of Vegeta's recovery she was free to be at his side, and nothing was going to tear her away from him.
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