Fanfiction Dragonball Z




Vegeta's greatest challenge








Author: Princess Vegata




Comment:


This story is set between the Trunks Saga and the Cyborg Saga.


She tells how Bulma and Vegeta might have gotten closer in the three years. (In one of the multiple timeframes.) I hope I'll be forgiven if I haven't met Vegeta's or Bulma's character exactly, but this is my first fanfiction in this area. I haven't read all of the mangas, but I've followed the series from the start. I would be very happy to receive feedback. Write to: Vegata@online.de




"Vegeta!"


The wiry Sayajin winced and stared overhead on the screen.


"What do you want again? Leave me alone !!" he hissed.


"You haven't fully recovered yet and are already training so hard again! You will still ruin yourself!" Bulma shouted angry.

"Slip my hump down !! I've already lost enough time!" yelled Vegeta angrily.


Ever since he'd made up his mind to stick with the letters and prepare for the fight against the cyborgs here, she'd had something to nag about his lifestyle. This green haired woman was starting to get on his nerves more and more! Your father was a gifted technician and had already designed a number of devices for his training, including the large round space capsule in which he completed his bone-hard training under four hundred times the force of gravity. And that up to eighteen hours a day!




Three days ago Vegeta had particularly overdone it and blew up the whole training capsule with one of his fighting techniques! That the house of the Briefs family and the adjacent buildings of the Capsule Corporation were still intact, bordered on a miracle! Likewise, it bordered on a miracle that Vegeta had survived this explosion!However, he was seriously injured in the process. He had been in bed for three days, plagued by feverish dreams.


When he came to, Bulma had dozed off at the table next to him. She must have been watching over here with me the whole time. Why? Vegeta wondered. This behavior was incomprehensible to him. Like so much of these strange Earthlings. When he saw her lying so peacefully across the table, he had a strange feeling in his stomach for a moment, which he didn't pay any attention to. It pulled him back to the training capsule. Vegeta then quietly snuck out of the room and went back to the repaired capsule to continue his training. He was really damn stubborn about that! Mainly because he wanted to surpass his adversary Son Goku or Kakarott, as his Sayajin name was, in power and strength! After all, Vegeta was a prince and warrior of the Sayajin - upper class and Kakarott was only a warrior of the lower class!



Vegeta bared his teeth and let out a gruff growl. Bulma seemed just as stubborn as he was to him! Because your now worried face was still on the screen. Under the leaden gravity that acted on him, he straightened up, breathing heavily, and glared at her. His narrow, wild eyes narrowed into slits and almost disappeared under the wide, pitch-black eyebrows. The sweat ran down his body in streams and dripped onto the bottom of the capsule. His jet-black mane, which stood up like a large tongue of flame from his head, dusted. Furious, he yanked at one of the bandages that had come off halfway, then clenched his fists and shouted, "DAMN !! LEAVE ME ALONE !!"




Bulma, who was on the other side in the radio center, flinched back in shock and tore off her headphones! Her father, the famous Dr Briefs, a nice, older white-haired man who was walking around in his lab coat almost all the time and always had his black kitten with him, stood next to her with his arms folded behind his back and shook his head.

"These sayajins are really incredible beings!" remarked the professor. "Let him, Bulma. If he doesn't want to hear ..."


Sighing, his daughter turned to him.




In the meantime Vegeta had turned away from the screen and was floating through the capsule. He was having a hard time concentrating, staying in the air. Every fiber of his battered body ached, but he clenched his teeth and got into position before the training session.


Suddenly the contours of the capsule began to blur before his eyes. Vegeta growled and rubbed his eyes, but it got worse. He also had the feeling that he could no longer breathe properly, his throat seemed to be constricted! And why was he suddenly so terribly hot?


But he couldn't find an answer to this question, because in the next moment he went black and fell to the bottom of the capsule where he lay motionless ...



"Bulma! I think something is wrong! Look!" Prof. Briefs called out at the same time and pointed to the screen. Bulma's head jerked around and now she too discovered the motionless figure on the floor. She pressed the talk button and called: "Vegeta! Are you all right? Vegeta!"


But she received no answer, the sayajin did not move.


"Oh no! I warned him, but he didn't want to hear! -Can the artificial gravity also be switched off from here?"


"Yes, my child! I thought of this safety device with the new capsule and built it in! The big red button over there is the emergency shutdown!"


Bulma hit it with her fist and immediately the power was cut and the gravity in the capsule dropped to normal.


Father and daughter hurried out of the house to the capsule on the meadow. Bulma opened the door and got in.


Vegeta was still on the floor and didn't move.

"He has that from all his arrogant pride in always wanting to be better than Son Goku!" she noticed and knelt next to the unconscious. When she touched his forehead, she winced.


"Dear me! He's really glowing with fever! Father! We need help! And a doctor! This time it's very serious, I'm afraid!"


Prof. Briefs only nodded once and hurried away.




Soon after, Vegeta was brought back to the hospital room. His breathing was heavy and panting, Bulma put an ice pack on his forehead and measured a fever.


"Forty-one two! - Damn it, where's the doctor?" called Bulma.


"I'm there already!"


The doctor from the city hospital entered the room, followed by Prof. Briefs.


"He's got a pretty high fever! Over forty-one degrees!"


"That is indeed not good, no, it is even life-threatening! First we have to lower the fever! Fortunately, there is a serum for such emergencies that has recently been developed."

First the doctor examined the patient briefly.


"Indeed, fast help is needed here! In terms of his physical condition, the fever is the result of his injuries!" he nodded then, put his Stetoscope back in his pocket, and then dug out a tin can. He opened it and took out an ampoule and a syringe. When the doctor had teased her, he disinfected a spot on Vegeta's upper arm and stuck the needle.


"What - well, what is it - there is no such thing!"


"What is it, doctor?" Bulma asked worriedly. In response, the doctor showed her the syringe. The tip of the needle was bent!


"So I've never experienced anything like this! The needle does not penetrate the patient's tissue! His muscles are as hard as steel, the tip is bent!" he marveled.


"Oh no! Don't you have a stronger needle?" called Bulma.


So the doctor tried a larger syringe.


Vegeta had come to with the slight prick.

"What .... do ..... you ....." he uttered with difficulty.


"Take it easy, our doctor will help you! You have a high fever!" Bulma tried to calm him down.


"What? -Take that quack ... away!" he gasped, then his glassy eyes took in the large syringe. And Vegeta reacted just like Goku to injections, he panicked!


"No no! No syringe! FUCKING SHIT! GET THAT THING !!" he shouted with the last of his strength and began to romp in bed! Bulma and her father threw themselves on him, but two employees from the company had to be called in to help hold the raging Sayajin! Luckily Vegeta was very weak, who knows what else he would have done to defend himself against the vaccination!


"Hold on to his arm - that's fine! Don't let go now! Attention - now!"


A bloodcurdling scream rang through the whole house and made the walls tremble!


"Done!" the doctor called and withdrew the syringe.Vegeta reared up again, then fell back exhausted and lay there panting with half-closed eyes. Exhausted, the rest of those present sank to the ground and first took a breath.


"I've never seen such a patient!" the doctor huffed and wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his smock. "Well, in any case, as soon as the serum starts to work, he will sleep soundly for three days. When he wakes up again, he should have survived the worst. We'll have to wait until then. I can't do more for him . "


"Thank you, doctor." said Bulma wearily. The energetic helpers had meanwhile left the sickroom.


"I'll come back tomorrow. If there are any complications, call the hospital."


"Okay."


"I'll show you to the door." explained Prof. Briefs and ushered the doctor out. Bulma wringed out a rag and wiped it over Vegeta's sweaty face.He opened her eyes again and jerked his head away from her with a growl. Bulma sighed. She knew that Vegeta would not tolerate anyone touching him without his permission. That was probably because he thought he was better and all others around him were inferior.


"Don't act like that! Without our help you would have died long ago!" she ruled at him.


"Nonsense! I ... am a ... Sayajin! Such a ... fever ... won't ... kill me!" Vegeta gasped and had a fit of coughing. "I'm so hot ... bring me water!"


Bulma got up and got a large filled glass. Meanwhile Vegeta tried to sit