"Help her!", Vegeta shouted at the somewhat puzzled-looking AIP'ler, but when he saw the injured Bulma in Vegeta's arms he wanted to object: "What did you do with the woman? Oh God! Mr. Senior Physician, come immediately and bring the security with you! "The senior physician, in contrast to his young colleague, understood immediately and had a couple of nurses come with a stretcher. Reluctantly, he let Bulma slide gently onto the stretcher. When he wanted to go with him, however, he was held back by the young, but quite strong (for a weak earth inhabitant) AIP'ler: "You can't come in there now, the doctors will now take care of you!" Vegeta saw that very differently , he just shook off the AIP'ler by hitting him against the wall one or two times. Vegeta flew straight after Bulma and what the doctors for a moment completely out of sync. It flew vertically over Bulma, who looked as if she was already being operated on on the transport stretcher. He came closer and closer to her face, naturally so that he did not disturb the doctors, and once more gently stroked her pale and lifeless face as if she disappeared with the doctors in the operating room.

Through the small porthole in the door he could see how the doctors tried to treat them as best they could.


Vegeta used this time and sat down on one of the beds that were not in use at the moment, pulled his legs up and embraced his knees, he closed his eyes to be clear about his feelings for Bulma: "What do I do if she doesn't survive "How could that happen, and what kind of gas was that? Damn why does that bother me? Have feelings for her? But they are different feelings than how you feel for a friend or his father ..." at that moment he still felt the after-effects of Bulma's sleep medicine.


After a three-hour operation, one of the doctors approached Vegeta, he had been awake for some time, and said to him: "You are the one who brought you here, aren't you? I unfortunately have to tell you that Ms Briefs during the operation more often Heart stopped, but we could repeat it every time.But once again we won't make it, she won't survive the night. "




so here I break up again, I would be happy to receive a few comments, I only keep writing if someone writes me some.