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Fanfic: I miss you (01)

Chapter: I miss you (01)

* I miss you * Part 1.






Vegeta has been training in the GR all night. He looked at the clock, seven. 'She wanted to be woken up ... Then I'll go upstairs,' he thought and opened the door of the GR. He went upstairs and finally stood in front of Bulma's room. He opened the door quietly and looked at the bed. Then she slept, the sheet tightly wrapped around her. The sunlight shone on her beautiful face. Vegeta walked slowly into the room and quietly closed the door behind her. He crept quietly towards the sleeping woman. Now he was standing in front of the bed. Carefully he sat down on the empty place where he normally lay and stroked a lost tear off her face. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "Honey, stand up, it's already seven," he whispered, but she lay there motionless. "What is it, still tired?" He asked in a soft voice. He looked at her. Her skin was white and seemed like velvet. She didn't even make the slightest noise.He caressed her forehead tenderly. It was so unusually cold. ,,You're cold? "he asked. He took her hand, which was lying motionless on the bed, and stroked her pulse." What is it? Why can't I feel it? "" Bulma? "he said, hoping for an answer. He put his hand on her chest and prayed he could feel her heartbeat. But ... nothing, no throbbing, nothing, nothing at all. He got closer to Bulma and cocked his head to one side. He wanted to hear if she was breathing, but nothing could be heard, just a painful silence. ,, Bulma ... wake up ... please! "He pleaded with her. He hoped that her eyes would open, but they stayed closed." Bulma, don't do that to me! "He looked at the small bedside table on which there was a telephone. He got up and picked up the phone. His hands were shaking. 1 ... 1 ... 2 ... He listened to the receiver, the dial tone and finally ... ,, Hello, St. Francis Hospital, what can I do for you? "- ,, On ... Hello ... my wife ... she doesn't move ... she just lies there."His voice was trembling." Ok ... Mister stay calm. Where are you? ", Asked a woman's voice. ,, In the Westendviertel in the Capsul corp ... what about her? ", he asked, trembling all over." An ambulance is coming to you in a minute. Don't hang up. So, describe to me exactly what she's got! ", said the woman. "She's not breathing ... she's very pale ... and her heart ... it ... doesn't beat anymore. I can't wake her up. She just lies there and sleeps, "he stuttered." Ok ... take a deep breath! Your wife doesn't sleep she ... "The woman paused for a moment. "She is dead. Stay calm now!" - "Dead? ", Vegeta repeated and dropped the receiver. Vegeta slumped to the floor and buried his head in his hands. Tears ran down his cheeks." Hello? Hello, are you still there? " ,, Bulma ... don't do this to me! Do not leave me alone! "He sobbed. Still trembling, he got to his feet. He slipped his arms under Bulma's legs and held her head in his hands."He picked her up gently. She was only wearing a white silk nightgown. Completely in a trance, he went downstairs to the main entrance. He opened the door and waited for the ambulance. After 5 minutes a white car with a red cross stopped in front of the Briefs estate. Two paramedics came running out of the car with a stretcher and asked Vegeta to put it on it. He put her carefully on the stretcher and saw her disappear into the car. The paramedics closed the door and got in the front. Before the Saya-jin prince knew it, the ambulance had left. Vegeta was still standing there, individual tears running down his cheeks. The woman's words echoed in his head. She is dead ... dead ... dead. He saw individual images in front of his eyes. When he saw Bulma for the first time, on Namek. When he moved in with her. When she slept by his bed. The first time they kissed and she said she loved him. When she told him she was pregnant. Trunks' birth. On the 25th of Kampftunir.When they defeated Boo and Bulma hugged him. When Bra was born and now ... that she was pale and motionless on the bed.






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