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Recovery	By : Not_Bulma06 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 4750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4
Gohan sat in a quiet corner deep in concentration, nose deep into a heavy book. Only a few days into the journey to Namek, Gohan had grown concerned about Bulma since learning of her traumatic experiences and memories. She had not been acting like the erratic or fearful shell of herself that Vegeta had described. She appeared to be herself in every way.
Piccolo entered in, appearing irrigated. “I hate being confined to this tin can.”
Gohan didn’t acknowledge his mentors’ presence, consumed by his reading. The book he studied was the works of a great psychologist on the topic of mental traumas and social disorders. Again he reread the chapters of disassociation disorders, how a person might push away trauma and play the part of the social norm while inwardly they struggle. He broke his concentration, finally noticing Piccolo.
“Oh hey Piccolo. I am not awfully fond of being stuck on this ship either.” He paused for a moment, hesitant to bring up his concerns about Bulma. “Don’t you find it odd that Bulma sees to be so ‘ok’ with Vegeta? I mean she attempted to end her life and then the moment she is out of the tank, she is holding his hand and acting as if this is just a casual road trip.”
Piccolo shifted his stance, glancing to Gohan his expression blank to hide his mutual troubled feelings. He had expected Bulma to at least have some issues about being in an enclosed space with Vegeta, Goku, and Gohan given the violence she had experienced in her other life. He decided to brush off his concerns for the moment, to prevent Gohan any distress.
“She may have had a realization that what she remembers and had experienced has not happened or will ever happen. I would not stress yourself about it. Whatever you do, keep these concerns to yourself when speaking to Vegeta.”
Gohan sighed, closing the heavy tome and setting it aside. Perhaps now would be a good time for a work out? He had been reading for some time and felt his muscles stiffening up.
“Maybe you’re right Piccolo. I’m gonna go train some for a bit.” The Namekian nodded in response as Gohan left the chamber.
He entered the large training complex Dr.Briefs had engineered into this new ship. He made his way into area designated for equipment storage. Here was where he kept his training uniform. He unlike his father felt the need to separate the world of fighting from his daily life. He had Saiyan blood but not the mindset.
Gohan stood shirtless in the center of the training room. He closed his eyes, feeling the gravity start to pull harder upon his body as he pushed his energy to throw himself into his super Saiyan form.
“Initiate training sequence 30.”
The room blackened, the whirling of drones filled his ears. His eyes still sealed shut, he took to hovering in the air. He steadied his breath, urging his heart to calm into a slow steady thump with in his chest. Shots fired from the drones, Gohan dodging each energy pulse.
Gohan threw ki blasts disabling all but three drones. Landing down in the center of the room, panting. He was having difficulty maintaining a slower paced heart rate. Sweat rain down his brow; he could taste the salt emanating from his skin as he licked his lips as he attempted to concentrate on the remaining drones location. He felt the gravity of the darkened room return to normal.
Firmly on his feet, he looked around the blackened space. He was puzzled at why the training space would suddenly return to normal gravity without manual or verbal prompting.
“Lights on.” Gohan commanded without any response.
Red. Even in the dark he saw red. Deep pain penetrated his body, emanating from his left flank. He could grasp his back, pulling his hand away quickly at the sensation of hot thick liquid, presumably his own blood coating it. Dropping to his knees, his vision began to blur. Soon all was black once more.
Bulma slipped from the training room, concealing her boot knife. She had once had another blade such as this. It suited her then; it would suit her again. She would not be vulnerable ever again. Quickly she made her way back to her private quarters. Vegeta opted to stay in his own room for the duration of the journey. He would likely be the hardest to eliminate.
She stripped down, working her way head to toe to rid herself of any evidence of her handy work. Soon she was cleaned up and stood in the center of her room, reflecting on what she had done. The smell of his blood, the heat of it gushing upon her hands, and his body going limp. Bulma looked into the mirror, her eyes wide and feral like a wild animal. The bottom of her stomach fell out.
“What have I done?” Her mind swam, racing around until she could no longer handle her thoughts any longer. Her eyes rolled to the back of her skull as she collapsed much like Gohan had done.
“Gohan!!” Goku yelled as he entered the training room. He saw his son, lying in a pool of blood appearing lifeless. He rushed over to him, rolling his son to his back. He saw the slight rise and fall of his chest, signaling his son still had life within his body.
Piccolo and Vegeta rushed to the door way, looking in with shocked expressions once they were able to take in the full gravity of the scene. Piccolo entered while Vegeta stood silently.
“What happened Goku?” He looked down to the bloody mess before him.
“I don’t know Piccolo…I can only guess that he was training and was injured by a drone. He seems to be stable now…I am not sure how soon he will be healed.”
A blood curdling scream filled the walls. Bulma’s bright blue eyes brimming with tears as she rushed over she kneel beside Goku.
“Is he alright?” She squeaked, looking down to the still teens’ body.
“He will be Bulma, let’s just get him resting now.” Goku looked up to her, confident in her ability to help him.
“Sounds like a plan. Maybe we can have him on his feet before we arrive to Namek.” Bulma chirped, standing back as Goku lifted his son to head to an appropriate place to rest. Bulma followed Goku, leaving Vegeta and Piccolo behind. Piccolo gave Vegeta a stern expression.
“Vegeta, we need to talk.”
Again sorry so short! Had to just take a small break from adulting this afternoon! I appreciate the review with C&C!
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