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Goku was quick to retrieve Bulma, relaying an abridged version of the conversation he had with the prince as well as his suspicions. She took a few minutes, gathering a tablet computer and preparing documents that she felt were helpful. Together, they swiftly returned to the makeshift recovery room. In the end, however, the form she used brought up more questions than it answered. Regardless, Bulma did her best to remain clinical as she went through it one by one:

What is your name?
Vegeta

How old are you?
32*

Do you know where you are right now?
at your place

What city are we in?
Earth

Do you know what day it is?
no

Do you know what month it is?
no

Year?
no

Do you know what happened to you? Did you hit your head?
no, I don’t know, possibly

Do you have a headache?
not really

Do you feel nauseated?
no

Dizzy?
no

More tired than usual?
yes

Are you having blurriness or double vision?
no

Are you experiencing any sensitivity to light?
no

Any sensitivity to sound or noise?
no

Do you have numbness or tingling anywhere in or on your body?
no

Would you say that you don’t “feel right”?
yes

Later in the day, the CT scan didn’t show anything unusual and the follow-up MRI failed to provide additional insight as well. Bulma stared at the results, acutely aware that she was not a medical doctor and that her patient was not human. She didn’t appreciate being given this riddle, but she’d be damned before she gave up trying to find a solution.

She exhausted conventional treatments quickly since Vegeta wasn’t suffering from any of the apparent typical physical damage associated with concussions or brain injury. She quickly reached the conclusion they would need a more uncustomary intervention. She called Goku over and explained the favour she desired, “I’m at a loss. Something is obviously wrong, but I just can’t locate it. I think we should try a senzu. Could you go get one?”

Her friend enthusiastically ran the errand, hoping for a quick resolution. The two of them went to give it to the magnate and found him lying in bed looking out the window.

“Here, Vegeta,” Bulma took the bean from Goku and passed it to him, “Take this.”

“That’s a big pill,” the prince commented while sitting up and scrutinising the object, “Don’t tell me it’s a suppository.”

The woman practically blustered, not sure if she should find the accusation funny or embarrassing, “What? No! It’s an oral medicine.”

“You eat it,” Goku chimed in.

“Is that what oral means? I had no idea,” Vegeta mocked blandly.

“Oh, quit it,” Bulma chided lightheartedly, “You know he meant it’s chewable.”

“With Kakarot, I’m never certain of anything,” the brunet replied before tossing the bean into his mouth and proceeding to consume it.

They all sat there for a few seconds. Finally, the scientist broke the silence, “Well?”

“Well, what?” Vegeta asked.

“Notice any difference?” she queried with an edge of impatience.

“Because medicines work immediately after you ingest them,” the brunet said, allowing sarcasm to enter his voice this time.

“Yes, some do. This one does,” Bulma explained quickly and spiritedly.

“Oh,” he took being wrong in stride, “Then no. Other than a fishy aftertaste I’d say everything’s the same.”

This was not what she wanted to hear. She turned to Goku and inquired in desperation, “Is it possible for something to be wrong with the senzu?”

“I don’t think something is wrong with the senzu, no,” he admitted, his eyes flicking over to the other Saiyan for a moment.

The engineer caught the nervous gesture, and quickly, correctly assumed, “But you think something went wrong.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and gave a smile. Not a grin, or a smirk, but an unfaithful smile that did not express happiness. His hand lingered at the base of his skull as he grimaced and said, “It’s sorta personal. Could we talk about it privately?”

“Really, Kakarot?” Vegeta scoffed while folding his arms.

“Sorry,” the taller man apologised, but stood firm on his stance, “We’ll be right back.”

The two, old friends went into a nearby room. Goku made sure the door was shut tight before he started to exposit, “Did I ever tell you about when I was living with Grandpa Gohan and I fell down a ravine?”

“I don’t think so,” Bulma said, thinking on it.

“According to him, before I fell, I was really aggressive and kinda feral. Afterwards… well you know how I was afterwards.”

“Goku…” she breathed out, surprised at the revelation.

He went on, ignoring the interruption, “The other thing is that after the fall I couldn’t remember anything before it. When I was like twelve or thirteen, I had my first senzu, but I never got those memories back.”

The implications were not lost on someone as clever as Bulma Briefs. The conclusion was this was worst case scenario.

“You think he had brain damage and it already healed, and that’s why the senzu didn’t work,” it was unclear whether it was a question or a statement.

“Maybe,” was the best he’d admit, “I’m just saying it happened to me.”

Bulma nodded but wouldn’t meet his eye. She was obviously still processing the information. He let her take her time before she wondered aloud, “Maybe the dragon would work.”

He wasn’t opposed to it, “Yeah, it’s worth a try.”

“But it’s less than a year now till the androids. Should we really waste a wish at this point? What if something goes wrong during the battle?”

“I’m gonna win,” Goku shot back instantly, a more typical grin spreading across his face. The mention of the upcoming conflict was like flipping a switch, and he suddenly oozed confidence.

“Excuse me for not having unwavering faith,” she erred towards pragmatism, “but I thought the message from the future was they were more powerful than a Super Saiyan.”

“C’mon, Bulma. You think I haven’t taken this seriously?” he replied, a little hurt by her lack of confidence.

“No, but I know how you get when you’re spoiling for a good fight,” the lady shot back keenly.

He was a little confused and a little annoyed, with just enough of each to want details, “How do I get?”

She poked him in the chest in emphasis, as if her reply was literally putting him in his place, “You take unnecessary risks. You lose sight of other things that are also important.”

“Like what?” the Saiyan was actually feeling mildly offended now at the condemnation.

“Your family and friends,” the engineer answered easily while backing off in order to retrieve the cigarettes from her pocket.

“What?” he was incredulous and protested, “How is that fair? I’m fighting for my family and friends!”

“You’re willing to die for them, but I don’t know if you’re willing to live for them,” she blamed him darkly, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.

It was a weird way to phrase his actions and did nothing to make things less complex. “How does that make sense?” he complained with his features scrunching into a moue.

“Never mind,” she brushed him off, “I didn’t mean to start something. I just wanted to point out that winning isn’t a guarantee.”

It really irked him how she shut down the conversation as if he wasn’t adult enough to either take it or understand it. However, she admitted to not wanting to start a verbal confrontation, so he let it slide. Besides, he was sure argumentation was not one of his stronger skills. Although, her last statement was something he could latch onto. He knew how much he was preparing for the future. Without a threat, he doubted he would have pushed himself half as hard as he currently was. His mastery of the Super Saiyan form would have been a pet project instead of a requisite obligation.

He might be miffed, but he still wanted to reassure her. He put his hands on her shoulders to force eye contact while he declared, “We’re going to win.”

A melancholy smile tugged at the sides of her mouth, and she responded, “I want to believe you so bad.”

“Believe me because it’s the truth,” Goku rejoined, then released his hold.

She sighed and went back to her cigarette. She was definitely weighing the options more critically than he would. Or did. “If something goes wrong,” Bulma posed a hypothetical, “Vegeta is next strongest, isn’t he?”

Gohan had potential, but he was young and inexperienced yet. It would take him much longer than a few months to achieve the same placement the prince was currently at. Piccolo had made progress also, but his growth rate was less exponential than that of the Saiyans.

“Yes,” the black-haired man confirmed.

“Yet, if his condition is permanent, we hazard not having him participate,” she murmured, her lips around the filter before inhaling deeply.

The gravity of the situation promptly descended upon Goku. It twisted his guts to imagine Vegeta incapable of performing. “We don’t know how much this has impacted his fighting ability,” he pointed out and then offered, “I could spar against him tomorrow to better gauge how he’s doing.”

“This isn’t just about his ability to fight,” Bulma’s words were venomous and borderline cruel, “You may be okay with your friends becoming maimed, but I’m not.”

That cut deep. Especially after her claim of not wanting to “start something”. He wanted to give a decent rebuttal, but just couldn’t articulate himself in the moment. The sudden slew of emotions essentially paralysed him. Apparently she wished to hear his justification because she smoked instead of continuing to scathe him. He tried not to stutter, “I just… I thought you were debating on when to use the dragon.”

Her expression instantly softened, “I thought you were insinuating we wouldn’t have to at all.”

Goku didn’t wish to talk, finding that giving his refutation was difficult enough. He merely shook his head to express the negative, his lips pulling up into a terse smile. It was like his face was trying to apologise even if his head wasn’t so sure he should.

She exhaled smoke away from them and came to a verdict, “Alright. Spar with him tomorrow, and then we’ll decide when to use the dragon.”

The decree wasn’t without its own subtext: that we will was actually I will. Goku would have had to be as naïve as Bulma believed him to be in order to have missed it.
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