Disclaimer:
I don’t own DBZ…none of us fanfic writers do…unless Akira Toriyama is actually
one of us…O.<
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Raditz stood up when the door opened and Chichi walked through,
“Chichi wha…” He paused when he saw the red welt forming on her face, then snarled
and strode forward, his eyes glued to the welt. “What happened? Who did
that to you?”
Chichi looked up as if surprised by his outburst. “Vegeta did
it. I told him the truth and he didn’t like it.”
“What truth? What do you mean?” He led her over to the couch and
brought her some ice wrapped in cloth. “Why would Vegeta hit you?”
Chichi smiled faintly. “I told you when I left that Bulma had
put through a COM link so we could talk. Well somehow Vegeta found out and he
came scurrying in just as I hung up.” She hissed in pain as the ice touched the
welt. “Vegeta got mad when I said that Bulma hadn’t wanted to talk to him
because she didn’t love him anymore, and he hit me.”
Raditz was silent. “I would kill Vegeta for that if it was
within my power.”
“Really?” Chichi looked up. “I’m impressed, I thought you
wouldn’t care.”
“Chichi, I said I wanted to make you my mate and I meant it. When
you become someone’s mate you care for them, protect them and do everything you
can to help them.” Raditz spoke tenderly as he gently stroked her face. “I want
to be that someone to you Chichi, I want to be your mate, I want to be there
for you all the time. I’m sorry for what I did to you when I went into mating
season but didn’t mean to hurt you, I swear I tried to keep away…”
“I know Raditz.” Chichi patted the couch and Raditz sat down
beside her. “I’m sorry I went off at you but…I was scared. I was scared that I
was going to be hurt all over again and after what I went through with Bulma, I
don’t think I could take it.” She took his hand and gently kissed it. “But I
also know that I need time Raditz. I’m confused inside and now that I’m
pregnant, well, I’m starting to feel boxed in. It’s like that by getting me
pregnant you now have some claim over me and I can’t stand that feeling.”
Chichi kissed Raditz gently on the cheek. “Give me some time to get over Goku
and Gohan, then come and ask me to be your mate again.” Chichi bit her lip and
wondered if she were doing the right thing as she walked into her bedroom to
pack an overnight bad.
~*~
Bulma wasn’t sure how it had happened – things had simply happened
so fast! One moment she and Frieza had been eating lunch and the next moment
three ice-jins had burst into the room and had viciously attacked Frieza. The struggle
had been going on for mere minutes but already Bulma could see that the element
of surprise had definitely worked in the favour of the three attackers. She
watched from the corner of the room as Frieza fought them, her breath catching
in her throat every time one of them almost hit him. But her mate was fast and
strong and was overwhelming the three attackers…or so it appeared.
“You had my sister killed!” One of them shrieked in a feminine
voice, clawing viciously at Frieza’s eyes.
Sister? Bulma thought of Larry and inadvertently smiled. Of
course, this was no doubt Larry’s family attempting to exact revenge. How
amusing, Bulma thought as she watched one of the attackers slice open
Frieza’s arm, in return Frieza promptly blew him to oblivion. Perhaps Frieza
wont win…perhaps they will kill him?
Bulma calmly stood up and walked across the room, the fighting
ice-jins all ignoring her as they attempted to rip each other’s throats out.
She opened a box on one of the mantels and pulled out a long dagger, the blade
engraved with exotic and mysterious symbols. Behind her she heard Frieza roar
in pain and heard one of the ice-jins laugh…but not for long, his laughter
quickly turned to a thick gurgling sound. Bulma turned around to see Frieza on
his knees with a hole from a ki blast through his chest, the body of another
attacker lay next to him, his throat had been torn out and he was thrashing
around in the throws of death.
The remaining ice-jin circled around Frieza, a triumphant gleam
in its eyes. “Now you’ll pay Lord Frieza!” It hissed, showing fangs.
“Pay…pay for what?” Frieza panted, a trickle of blood escaping
out of the corner of his mouth. Even in the face of death Frieza showed no emotion.
“You killed my sister!” The ice-jin shouted, anguish in its
voice.
“No my dear.” Bulma walked forward and finally succeeded in capturing
the ice-jins attention. “I killed your sister!” Bulma didn’t even
hesitate; she simply flung herself towards the creepy, vengeful ice-jin and
slashed downwards while it stood there in shock. She felt the knife bite into
skin, heard the poor creature scream in pain as it’s stomach was slashed open
and it’s intestines gushed out onto the floor, with it’s last remaining bit of
strength the ice-jin looked into Bulma’s eyes, picked her up and hurled her
across the room.
As Bulma smashed into the wall and hit the floor she wondered if
Frieza would survive, then the velvet blackness she had come to know so well
slipped over her and Bulma once again fell into the blessed oblivion of
unconsciousness.
~*~
“Bulma? Lady Bulma? Can you hear me?”
Bulma opened her eyes and groaned, quickly shutting them again,
everything was a nauseating blur and the world was still spinning around her
wildly. She hadn’t felt this sick since her first hangover. “I can hear you.”
Bulma whispered, her chest hurt and her arm was numb, but other then that she
felt mostly okay…except for a strange emptiness where Frieza’s mind had been.
Bulma opened her eyes again and stared at the blur. “Frieza, he’s…?”
“Dead.” The blur patted her hand. “I’m very sorry my Dear.” She
felt the prick of a needle in the side of her neck and a second later the pain
in her chest faded.
“That’s okay.” Bulma blinked a few times until the haze in front
of her eyes cleared and she was able to see the doctor as he loomed over her.
“Where are we?”
“Your in Medical bay. You were lucky to survive being thrown
into that wall, any normal human being would have been killed by the sheer
impact.”
Bulma chuckled. “Yeah…lucky me.” The doctor finished fiddling
with her arm and Bulma glanced down to find it in a cast, she wasn’t surprised,
a broken arm was better then she had expected. “Will I be able to leave soon?”
She tried to sit up but the doctor gently pushed her back down.
The doctor spoke in a soothing tone to Bulma. “We’re keeping you
overnight since you do have a slight concussion, a broken arm and two broken
ribs, but we’ll be releasing you tomorrow morning, just as soon as Cooler…”
“Cooler? Frieza’s brother?” Bulma snapped out of the languid mood
the painkiller had put her in. “He’s coming?”
“Yes, he’ll be arriving later on tonight to take up his brothers
spot as Emperor.” The doctor stood up. “Now I’ll be leaving you to get some
rest, your personal guard is going to be around you at all times so don’t
panic.”
“Thank you doctor.” Bulma smiled at him as he left the room and
Piccolo took his place by her bedside.
“Hey kid, how you doing?” He stroked her hair.
“Oh I’m dandy, Piccolo.” Bulma winced. “I’m still a little in
shock.”
“We all are.” Piccolo looked guilty all of a sudden. “I’m sorry
I wasn’t their for you…I should have been there to protect you.”
“It’s okay Piccolo…I don’t think any of us could have imagined
Frieza could be beaten by three of his own species. He seemed indestructible.”
She lay back and closed her eyes. “Still, somehow it doesn’t surprise me that
he died.”
“Why’s that?” Piccolo leant in close to hear Bulma’s answer.
“Because everything I…love…goes…away.” Her head slumped sideways
as the drug kicked in and Bulma fell into a deep sleep.
“Don’t worry kid.” He kissed her forehead. “I’m never gonna
leave you.”
~*~