if this light, delicate figure has wings. He grabs the delicate hand and looks into a pair of blue, more beautiful eyes.

"Vegeta! Come to you!" Bulma shakes him. "Vegeta! You have to breathe!" she screams at him desperately. She had sat by his bed all night watching out for him. In the early morning she fell asleep next to him, in the couch, and only woke up again when her ears heard the alarm signal from the oxygen bottle."You stupid bastard! Don't do this to me!" it comes from her more desperate and she pounds him. "Damn it! I have to get help!" she drives around and wants to hurry off. Suddenly his right hand snaps up and grabs hers. Bulma winces and reaches out to catch his hand. She looks into those wide, panicked eyes. Vegeta gasps for breath and rips the breathing mask from his face. Bulma throws herself forward and tries to stop him. "No, Vegeta!" she yells at him and presses his left arm down with her right elbow. With both hands she now pushes the breathing mask back on him. "Vegeta! Take it easy, do you hear?" she speaks to him. "Breathe very calmly! You have to breathe calmly!" she calls on him and stabilizes him. "Everything is fine! Now everything is fine again!" attach them quickly. He seems to hear her because his excited gasp and his panic attack have now subsided and he is calmly trying to take a breath.Bulma looks at him with trembling eyes. Vegeta stares at the ceiling in shock and concentrates on breathing. Bulma also calms down again and her hand caresses his forehead and buries itself in his disheveled hair. "My God! Finally!" she sobs and lets her head sink onto his chest. His heart beats excitedly, but evenly notices her and exhales with relief.





Sequel follows...!