Dragon Ball Love, Prince Saiyan is too domineering

All from the pharmacy warehouse! "Bulma said to them anxiously.

"Yes, Miss Bulma, I'll get it right away!" The family doctor ran out in a hurry, but bumped into Breaves who hurried back at the door.

"Father!" Seeing him come back, Bulma had a new hope, as if seeing a savior, her eyes were sore, and she almost cried.

She looked at Vegeta's wounds and insisted on helping him deal with them. Her hands were already covered with his blood, and her heart ached beyond measure.

"Let me check it quickly." Breaves walked to the bed and sucked the connecting tubes of the instruments to various parts of Vegeta's body.

Drop drop-

Medical instruments continue to send out warning reminders.

"Old wounds are not healed yet new wounds are added, does Vegeta really intend to fight to the death?" Breaves muttered helplessly after a quick inspection.

just wait

Even Breaves, who is always optimistic, said such words, and Bulma was even more panicked.

She looked at the white mist in the breathing mask, tremblingly stretched out her hands to touch Vegeta, but finally retracted them.

"Father, now... what should I do?" Bulma took a deep breath, and there was a lump in her throat.

"It depends on whether he can wake up tonight." Breaves stood by the bed and thought for a while, then went to the place where the medicine was placed, picked some and folded them back.

The family doctor also brought gauze and some medicine at this time.

"You go out first, we are enough here." Bulma took those things and said to them.

"Yes, Miss Bulma, call us again if you need something." The family doctors were relieved at the same time.

It is conceivable that what happened to Vegeta brought them a lot of mental shock.

Breaves didn't continue to do superficial treatment, but after preparing the medicine, he glued it directly to Vegeta's wound, and then forcibly wrapped it with gauze.

The pain caused by this drug effect stimulated Vegeta who was in a coma, and he subconsciously frowned, showing a painful expression.

"Dad, Vegeta looks uncomfortable!" Bulma threw herself on the side of the bed, her heart ached.

"I have no choice but to be patient." Breaves continued to help him apply the medicine and then bandage him.

When he finished this task, it was almost evening, and the serious wound on Vegeta's body was covered with white gauze.

"Hoo...wait now." Breaves wiped the sweat off his brow, panting.

Seeing that the eye-catching red blood finally did not seep out, Bulma felt a little more at ease. After covering Vegeta with the quilt, she stared at him without blinking.

knock knock.

There was a knock on the door of the ward, and Mrs. Breeves opened the door randomly and poked her head, and asked worriedly, "How is Mr. Bei?"

"We haven't passed the critical period yet, and there is no way to perform surgery on the Saiyan's body. We can only see his own recovery." Breaves put his hands behind his back, shook his head and walked outside.

"Bulma, eat, you haven't eaten at noon or at night." Mrs. Brives reminded softly.

Bulma shook her head silently, like a puppet who lost her soul, sitting by Vegeta's bed and watching him.

As long as Vegeta doesn't wake up, how can she have any thoughts about eating.

I have no appetite at all, and I don't feel hungry.

Mrs. Brives looked at her back helplessly, so she had to close the door again and let her go.

The room was very quiet, the medical equipment was activated normally, and there was no more urgent reminder sound.

Bulma didn't think sitting here was a boring thing. On the contrary, his eyes stayed on Vegeta's familiar face with rebellious indifference, and it seemed that he couldn't get enough of it.

Time passed by every minute and every second, Vegeta's breathing gradually stabilized, the solemnity and pain between his brows also dissipated, and his expression became calm.

"Tonight...can you get through it safely?" Once Bulma's originally nervous and worried heart eased, she felt that her eyelids gradually became heavy. She wanted to lie down on the bedside to rest, but fell asleep unknowingly.

The moonlight shone in through the window and sprinkled lightly on the two of them.

There was tenderness and tranquility in the room.

"Huh...huh..."

In the middle of the night, Vegeta's breathing became short of breath.

his past memory

The white mist in the breathing mask appeared more and more, and faster and faster.

Vegeta, who was in a deep sleep and in a calm state, frowned again.

pain……

Everywhere in his body felt like burning pain.

There are countless memories overlapping in my mind, flashing chaotically and quickly...

The prince of the Saiyans has experienced countless terrible trials since he was a child, and shed more blood than sweat.

Those painful memories of fear and anxiety stimulated Vegeta's nerves.

Memories flooded in like a flood and were played quickly.

He saw the picture of his father, the king of Saiyans, dying in the hands of Frieza, and later, his home planet was also destroyed.

"Don't...Father..." Vegeta was haunted by the nightmare, showing a painful expression.

Although he was saved from being destroyed together with the planet, his ability at that time was not enough to resist Frieza, so he could only follow Frieza's order to occupy the earth.

It was also at that time that he realized that the man named Sun Wukong on the earth was the Saiyan who was sent to the earth, Kakarot.

The two of them fought fiercely for hundreds of rounds on the earth, and there was no winner.

"I want...to surpass you, Kakarot..." Vegeta lay on the hospital bed, unconsciously clenched the sheets with both hands.

The memory is pushed back further.

He, Sun Wukong, and other earth warriors boarded the spaceship together, flew to the planet Namek, and finally defeated Frieza there...

But at that time, he was also seriously injured, and any child could kill him.

【He is a very powerful opponent, you should take him in, he is my companion after all. 】

In Vegeta's memory, Sun Wukong's back appeared, and he seemed to be talking to someone in front of him.

【don't want!He is a devil!He almost killed Yamcha and Kelin before, and wanted to occupy the earth! 】

Tch, this noisy woman actually said that he is a majestic Saiyan prince is a devil?

Does this low-level woman want to die? !

【Bulma, please...】

In my memory, Monkey King was still chattering with that woman.

When Vegeta saw Bulma at that time, his face was still very young. Every time he saw him, he was always nervous and looked frightened.

Hmph, that's why he hates weak women the most.

【Vegeta... Vegeta?Vegeta! 】

The playback speed of the memory finally slowed down, and he saw a smile gradually appeared on Bulma's face, and he didn't know when it started, always appearing by his side, calling his name.

It's so noisy, this long-winded woman, just kill her!

But when Bulma's bright smile appeared in front of his eyes, his heart softened uncontrollably.

This feeling made him strange, frightened him... and made him unable to refuse.

[Vegeta, why are you always so indifferent?If you do this again, I will ignore you! 】

She put her angry hands in front of her body, and her facial features were twisted together because of anger.

Kind of cute.

"Bulma..." Vegeta unconsciously called out her name, his expression gradually calmed down, and his hand holding the bed sheet was also released.

He slowly opened his eyes, his vision was blurry at first, but gradually became clear.

This is... Bulma's medical room?

Why is he here?

Vegeta's thoughts have not recovered for a while, and he lay there for a while.

The pure oxygen exhaled from the breathing mask felt a little unaccustomed at this moment.

He was about to raise his hand to take it off, but when he moved a little, his whole body felt like tearing pain.

finally woke up

It was also thanks to this severe pain that stimulated Vegeta and made his consciousness completely awake.

The body was covered with bandages and gauze, and the exposed skin was almost full of small wounds, but they were all wiped with water, which could be seen at a glance.

This feeling surprised him.

In the past, no matter how serious the injury was, even if he passed out, he still had to wait for himself to wake up and wipe the wound. Who made him the prince of the Saiyans?Those hellish training with Shura was his life.

But now, suddenly being taken care of in this way, he was at a loss for what to do.

He lay on the bed, took off the breathing mask patiently even in pain, and then looked around.

Bulma was falling asleep on the edge of his bed, the worry still on his face.

When seeing her, Vegeta's heart tightened, and a kind of sweet feeling surged up.

Has this woman who made him angry have been here to watch over him?

Vegeta couldn't see Bulma's entire face clearly, but could only glimpse the closed and disturbed eyes under the frowning eyebrows, the eyelashes were trembling slightly, and the high nose bridge made her look more delicate.

He saw God for a moment, and it seemed that he had never observed Bulma so quietly.

"Hmm... Bei... Geeta..." Bulma seemed to be having a nightmare, with a more panicked and worried look on his face, and he murmured his name.

"whispering sound……"

Vegeta only felt that the throbbing in his heart was getting worse, and his throat was even hotter.

Calling him by his name when he fell asleep, isn't he afraid that Yamcha, who has a scar on his face and is weak in fighting power, will find out?

Bulma should go to accompany that weak scum, what is it here?

He was a little irritable, but his eyes still couldn't move away from Bulma's face.

Even if Bulma is with other men, he still charges