Sitting in the hall of the hospital, Vegeta gritted his teeth as his hands fisted tightly – Chichi crying silently beside him as Goku paced up and down the narrow hall.
Vegeta wanted to go on a rampage and obliterate anyone who was associated with the Cold family, but he didn't want to leave the hospital in case Bulma came out of surgery and wanted him by her side.
"They're going to pay for this," Goku growled. "I swear I will kill every last one of those fuckers with my bare hands."
Chichi whimpered from her spot, and immediately Goku sat next to her to wrap his arms around her as she continued to weep into his chest.
When they first arrived at the hospital, Vegeta felt numb as they told him the low survival rate for Bulma and their child, pleading with anyone that would listen to save them both by any means necessary. Once Bulma entered the room for her emergency C-section, he was relieved to hear their rate of survival had risen unexplainably as a healthy baby boy was delivered.
However, after the immediate delivery of their son, Bulma's heartbeat weakened and started to fade at an alarming rate, the doctors deeming it was a miracle that she had survived as long as she had with her significant blood loss and heart condition as they prepped her for another emergency operation. And fortunately, Vegeta had the foresight to place Bulma on a waiting list for a new heart months ago when he first heard of her condition, donating a significant amount of money to the hospital along with threatening the board of directors – using his influence as a mafia don to move her to the top of the list.
Vegeta rose from his seat and punched the wall. "Fuck! What's taking so long!?"
"It's heart surgery right after an emergency C-section. I would be worried if they finished quickly."
Snapping his head to his cousin, Vegeta glared daggers at him as Chichi punched Goku's arm.
"What? I'm only speaking the truth. Calm down and let the doctors do their job. You know that Bulma is in the best and most capable hands right now."
Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back and took a deep breath to calm himself because what Goku said was true. He would have taken another deep breath, but the sound of Goku's phone alerting them to a message had him opening his eyes.
"Did they find him?" Vegeta growled.
"Almost. According to Raditz, Frieza was last seen escaping on a private jet to go into hiding after hearing the news of the failed assassination, and Broly was able to eliminate a quarter of the Cold family and their associates. Man, I love that fucker and wish I were with him. Anyway, with Raditz and Broly on the job, I know they'll track him down quickly and drag his beady-eyed ass back to us soon."
"Good."
Spinning on his heels, Vegeta made his way down the hall.
"Where are you going?" Chichi asked softly, leaning her head against Goku's shoulder as she wiped at her cheeks.
"I need some... fresh air. Goku, call me the second any news of Bulma is known."
"Got it, boss man."
With his shoes clacking against the tile floor, Vegeta made his way to the recovery wing, finding his brother's room easily. Knocking on the door, he waited several seconds before entering to find Majin Bejita and Nappa chuckling, Nappa standing and patting Majin Bejita's shoulder before leaving the room to give them privacy.
They stared at each other for long moments, Vegeta not knowing where to start – thankful when Majin Bejita spoke first.
"Is Bulma out of surgery yet?"
Taking the seat by the bed that Nappa had occupied moments ago, he let out a long sigh before answering. "No, not yet."
They fell into another long silence as Vegeta thought of how to articulate his next words.
"Majin Bejita..."
"Yes?"
"I wanted to thank you properly for what you've done."
"It's nothing you wouldn't have done if you had known. I'm glad I was able to arrive on time and take most of the bullets for Bulma, or she might not have survived, not to mention the baby."
"No, not only that... For offering up your own heart to her as well when your wounds weren't even life-threatening. You were willing to sacrifice your life for hers."
"As I've said, it's nothing you wouldn't have done. It would have been a sacrifice I was, am, willing to make for her, for family."
"Crazy bastard."
The twins chuckled, Majin Bejita's mood growing somber suddenly as he averted his gaze.
"I know you may hate me for murdering our father and for kidnapping Bulma, but just know that I genuinely want to be part of your family if you'd have me."
Vegeta rested his elbows on the armrests and steepled his fingers as he stared into the eyes that were so similar yet different from his own, using this moment to test Majin Bejita. "Prove your loyalty."
"How? Name what you need me to do, and I'll do it."
"What can you tell me about Frieza? Even though you're here, injured, you must have some intel on him."
"According to my sources, he went into hiding after hearing the news of the failed assassination attempt."
"Anything else that could help track him down?"
"He owns a few islands in the Bahamas. He's most likely hiding on one of them."
Pulling out his phone, he passed the information off to Raditz, who quickly replied with a thumbs up and beachwear emojis.
Standing and placing his hand on his brother's shoulder, Vegeta smiled down at Majin Bejita before cupping his cheek. "Welcome to the Ouji family, brother."
A smile brightened Majin Bejita's face as he nodded once. "Thank you, brother."
With an affectionate slap to his cheek, Vegeta pulled away with a smirk and left the room to make his way to another wing of the hospital. And with each step he took, his anxiety grew as his heart pounded in his chest until he stood in front of a large glass window, displaying dozens of newborns sleeping.
Pressing his palm to the glass, Vegeta gazed at his son sleeping peacefully as he took in his tiny features. His hair was the same shade as his mother's with the thickest, longest lashes he had ever seen on a baby and rosy cheeks that reminded him so much of Bulma. He wanted to see the color of his son's eyes to know if it matched his own since his looks favored his mother's as far as he could tell, but he knew it didn't matter as long as he was healthy.
Vegeta's hand fisted against the glass as he continued to watch his son sleep. "How am I supposed to raise you by myself if your mother doesn't live through this? How am I supposed to live without her...?"
He shut his eyes as tears prickled them as he bent his head. He tried to keep them at bay, but his heart broke for the woman who meant everything to him – at the possibility of losing her once again as he remembered the moments he thought he had first lost her when he watched flames consume the jet he saw her board. Vegeta jerked when he felt a small hand at his back, words of pain and violence on his lips to spew at the person who dared to touch him, but he swallowed them down when Chichi removed her hand from him and placed them over her heart. She stood beside him as her eyes lingered on his son before she turned to him with red-rimmed eyes and fresh tears on her cheeks.
"I'm so glad he was born healthy with no complications."
He said nothing as he turned back to watch Trunks – long seconds of silence stretching between them before she spoke again.
"You're not alone, you know. If Bulma doesn't... No, Bulma will live, she'll get through this. She's a fighter and has endured too much in her life to not fight for her life with all that she has, especially since she has more to live for with you and Trunks in her life."
Vegeta nodded once as she continued.
"But know that Goku and I will always be here for you to help with whatever you need no matter what the outcome is."
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they watched Trunks sleeping, pulling her into his side for a side hug as her arm went around his waist. "Thank you, Chichi."
"Anytime. Anything for family."
"Anything for family," he repeated, knowing Chichi thought of Bulma as family even before they came into his life.
With one more glance at his son, he tugged Chichi along with him as they made their way back to Goku, who stood as soon as a doctor exited the operation room. Running down the hall, he listened intently to the doctor, who sighed then smiled.
"The operation was a success, and Mrs. Ouji is being prepped to go into the ICU for the rest of the day before we send her to her private room as you requested. Once moved to her room, please only enter one at a time. We are going to keep her heavily sedated for the next day or two, so she can rest peacefully after both of her operations. Please do not attempt to wake her in any way and let it happen naturally."
Vegeta thanked the doctor over and over again as Chichi smiled through her tears at Goku's side.
*****
It had been two days since Bulma was set up in her VIP room without waking, Vegeta panicking and demanding the hospital to tell him what was wrong. Once assured it was normal, especially after two major operations, he calmed and waited for Bulma to wake – rarely leaving her side. Lifting Trunks into his arms to pace the room, he was surprised that his son, who had the same eye color as he, remained quiet as if he knew he shouldn't make any noise to disturb his mother. Bouncing up and down, Vegeta moved closer to the bed as Trunks burrowed into the warmth of his body.
"This is your mother, the most important and the most beautiful woman in our lives."
Trunks cooed as if he agreed with his father.
When Vegeta turned to pace the room again, he froze when Bulma's eyes fluttered before opening slowly, her gaze landing on him.
"Bulma, thank God! I thought I lost you again."
She blinked several times as if to clear her head – her brows drawing together before she took a breath to speak. "Who are you?"