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Without wasting a thought, Bulma hobbled over to Vegeta, exhausted she dropped to her knees in front of him, her injured leg bent. Vegeta began to cough up blood, his condition became more and more critical, his heart was beating to his throat. Bulma lifted his head gently on her thighs, full of desperation she stroked his pitch black hair, you could tell from her touch how worried she was. The Saiya-Jin weakly raised his hand to get Bulma from her caresses, but simply did not have the strength to do so.> DAD! Bulma shouted at the top of her throat. Vegeta's pain faded with his consciousness, despite his injuries, he was warm. He really felt a kind of warmth that surrounded him, it came from Bulma, much he calmed down in a twilight state. After a short time, a gray-haired man in a white lab coat stepped into the G.R. it was Mr. Briefs> Bulma dear what's up? the old scientist mumbled.> Vegeta is badly injured and needs a doctor immediately! Help me get him out of here! she screamed desperately. > This young Spunt is full of energy! MAMA! Well my darling some tea? she chirped gently. Bulmas grabbed the tray and pulled himself up on it to be able to stand somewhat. The cups with tea fell down according to Bulma's intention> Mother, Vegeta is almost dead and here you come with tea? Get a trauma surgeon right away! screeched the hysterical Bulma. With a smiling "yes", Bulma's mother disappeared. She herself hobbled to her father's help to get Vegeta into a room> Bulma darling, what about your leg? asked Mr. Briefs worriedly.> The gravity was to blame! Did you forget that you can also turn it off from the outside? her father pointed out something important. > Yes ...? She shook her head in confusion. She grabbed Vegeta's legs and carefully lifted him up, slowly she brought the injured Saiya-Jin to a room. Carefully they pushed him onto his bed. Bulma exhausted himself fell on his bed. "I'm going to show the doctor in!" With these words the ingenious scientist disappeared through the automatic door to leave Bulma and Vegeta alone. The prince of the Saiya-Jins slowly regained consciousness. Bulma crouched tired on the edge of the bed, her helpless look crossed Vegeta's face, exhausted much she crossed him. In a trance Vegeta opened his eyes, with his pitch black eyes he looked at Bulma, how exhausted and fearful she lay over him .. First commanded him his urge to push her away, a kind of reflex reaction, but he was too weak, his pain was bigger than his will and that meant not only the physical pain.With a faint zoom the door of Vegeta's room opened, Bulma started up worried. A white-haired man in a smock entered with a suitcase and a cheerful mine, followed by Mr. Briefs. > good afternoon Mrs. Briefs! My God, I've never seen injuries like this, from grinding wounds, cuts, bruises to burns to bruises - everything is included, but what's that on the back? I have never seen such an injury in my life, the top layer of skin is no longer there, it is burned, the layer of flesh underneath must also be burned under great heat, the muscles are slightly marked by scorch marks, but all in all it also looks look like a cut injury?Oh my goodness Operating does not help. I will proceed differently!