Pain...that was the first thing she felt. This throbbing, never-ending stab of pain at the side of her face. Then, as she slowly regained consciousness, she could tell she was lying in a soft bed; though she could instantly tel it was not a hospital bed. So if she wasn't in a hospital, where was she? She fought to open her eyes, but they felt so heavy. She finally managed to get them open, but the sharp stab of pain from the sunlight made her snap them shut again. Taking a deep breath, she tried to lift her hand to shield her eyes, but her arms refused to rise. It was like both of her arms were covered in Goku's weighted wristbands made out of lead. That plan abandoned, she slowly opened her eyes. The light stabbed at her eyes once again, but it wasnt as bad this time. She finally managed to fully open her eyes. At first, everything was blurry. Slowly though, details began to form. It was early morning. The sun had just fully risen into the sky. Trying to turn her head, she gasped in pain as she unintentionally put weight onto her injured jaw. Settling for only moving her eyes, she observed her surroundings. She was lying in a four-poster canopy bed. To her left was a closet, and directly in front of her, just to the left of the door, was a dresser. Behind her and off to the right was a set of french doors that, she knew, led to the balcony. She was in her room at Capsule Corp. How had she gotten here? Why did her jaw hurt so badly? Why did she feel as if she had been drugged? She searched her memory. The last thing she remembered was seeing a flash of movement from Beerus. His hand had moved like lightning. Then she remembered feeling the pain. It had been instant; sharp and searing as she went spinning towards the ground. The very last thing she could recall before everything had gone black, the thing that stood out the most in her memory, was not a feeling or a sight...it was a sound. A roar of rage that echoed clearly through her mind and chilled her to the bone. She knew instantly who that cry had belonged to, and it frightened her all the more because she had never before heard Vegeta sound that much like an animal. After that, she had faded into darkness. But she was still worried. She knew that sound meant Vegeta had thrwon himself into the fight and he was ready to die to avenge her. That scared her. Where was Vegeta now? How had she wound up here?
Bulma made a move to sit up but didnt get very far. A white-gloved hand shot out of nowhere to land on her shoulder. Turning her head slightly to the side, she found herself staring into Vegeta's onyx eyes. "Dont even think about it. You'd just fall right back down." Bulma opened her mouth to argue...which was the wrong thing to do. She was immediately hit by a sharp stab of pain in her jaw that made her cry out. vegeta cursed under his breath and gently pushed Bulma back onto the pillows. "Stay there." He left the room and when he returned a few minutes later, he was carrying an ice pack. He gently laid it against Bulma's cheek. Bulma winced at the cold, then sighed with relief as the pain in her jaw dulled almost immediately. "Thank you" she said, and was shocked at how slurred her words were. She wasnt even sure vegeta had understood her until she saw him nod in response. He pulled his chair closer to the bed, then leaned back and folded his arms. Bulma wondered how long she had been unconscious, and was shocked when Vegeta answered "Almost twelve hours..." She looked back at him in confusion. He smirked and pointed at the scar on the left side of her neck, the scar from his bite marks all those years ago. "Bonded for life remember? I can hear what youre thinking." Bulma scowled, then winced again as pain shot through her jaw once again. She kept forgetting about that. She wondered how bad it had been. "Your jaw was badly dislocated. I had to put it back in place. Then you decided to pick that moment to regain consciousness, your timing always WAS terrible, so I had to give you a shot of Morphine. Worked like a charm. I sat here for a while just enjoying the silence. It was a nice change." Bulma rolled her eyes and Vegeta smirked as he caught the stream of curses she was thinking but couldnt say. "Normally the connection would work both ways, but I have more mental control than you. The only times mmy thoughts can be read is if Im sleeping, or if I allow you to hear what Im thinking." Bulma threw a pillow at him and he caught it. He placed it behind her head as he said, "It's actually quite useful since you wont be able to talk for quite some time. I must say Im going to enjoy the quiet time." Vegeta grinned as he once again caught a stream of curses from her thoughts. Once she had silently vented her rage, Bulma thought "Why will it take so long?" Vegeta walked over to the dresser and picked up a hand-held mirror. "This is why" he said as he handed her the mirror. Bulma looked into it and was shocked by what she saw.
Her creamy, pale skin was marred by an ugly, mottled black and purple bruise on one side. It was badly swollen, and that made her whole face look puffy. The eye on that side of her face looked almost closed due to the swelling in her cheek. She was amazed that her jaw hadnt been broken. She handed the mirror back to Vegeta and noticed a dark scowl on his face as he looked at the side of her face. She also noticed the dark circles under his eyes. Hadnt he slept at all the whole time she'd been here? "As a matter of fact, I havent. Ive been sitting in that chair making sure no one else bothered you the whole time you were unconscious." Bulma looked at him in surprise and Vegeta only shrugged. "You're my responsibility after all." he stood and stretched his back. "Since you are awake now Id say I have earned the right to rest. I'll be just down the hall if you need me." He walked towards the door and Bulma was overcome by a wave of panic. He couldnt leave! She didnt want to be alone!!! Vegeta was halfway to the door when he caught her thoughts and smelled the scent of her fear. He paused and sighed before walking back towards her. Bulma expected him to sit in the chair again, but was surprised when he got into the bed on the right side. "I refuse to spend another second in that god-forsaken torture device you call a chair." Bulma shrugged and gave him a look that said "If thats the reason you want to go with." She knew he had sensed her fear and was doing this to comfort her, though he was still clinging to his pride. Bulma scooted over closer to him and Vegeta rolled onto his back and laid her head on his chest. Removing the ice pack from the other side of her face, Vegeta tossed it onto the floor and pulled the covers over them both. Bulma had been wide awake moments earlier but, wrapped in the security and warmth of Vegetas arms. Her eyes began to feel heavy.
As Bulma lay fighting sleep, she heard a faint echo of Vegetas voice in her head. "Rest, my wife. Anyone else who wishes to harm you or our son shall have to kill me first." Bulma looked at Vegeta's face in shock and she saw the slightest trace of a smirk on his face. He had meant for her to hear that. She snuggled against him once again and thought "I know" before the deep, comforting sleep of knowing all was well claimed both her and Vegeta; just as the morning sun began to shine its brightest in the sky overhead.