A/n: This is it, the final last chapter. Waah, I'm almost crying! Why did I have to make a mean and horrible chapter!

NOTE: Please re-read instead of skipping as some small things will change.

Disclaimer: For the last time, I don't own Dragon Ball Z…

Dedicated: same as last chappie!

Veggie Boy

Chapter 8: It's Over – Alternative Ending 2

"Where is she?"

His eyes widened at Vegeta's cold voice. He wasn't ready yet. But still…

Yamcha spun around and held the knife next to him, please work… he pleaded to himself.

Vegeta's eyes widened as the knife cut clean through his side.

Stepping back and doubling up slightly, he held his side. There was a silent moment of disbelief and Yamcha smiled manically.

Vegeta saw that there was blood dripping from the knife and looked down to see his hands covered in deep red blood.

"You bastard," he gasped, feeling dizzy. He was losing a lot of blood, fast.

"You will die soon," Yamcha sounded surprised but triumphant,

"Never," silence once again engulfed the two enemies. Vegeta's gaze observed Yamcha and then shifted to his true enemy: the knife. Following his eyes, Yamcha found himself looking at the knife.

A drop of blood trickled down to the edge and fell with a soft 'plop' to the ground.

All of a sudden there was a blinding flash as Vegeta saw his chance. When the light had gone, Yamcha lay unconscious on the ground, scarlet blood pouring from his skull. The knife lay a couple of feet away from his lame arm.

"Onna," Vegeta whispered, falling to his knees, "I must save Onna,"

Crawling on the ground, and occasionally coughing up blood, he went from door to door, finally reaching the end of the passageway.

Of course it's at the end, Vegeta thought bitterly to himself. Using the last bit of energy, he blasted the door open. And blacked out.

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"Vegeta, Vegeta!" Bulma's voice sounded distant to the Saiyan prince as he lay in the crisp, white sheets of a hospital bed.

Seeing his eyes flutter open, her call changed, "Nurse, nurse!"

When his eyes were fully open, he saw a pretty nurse's face peering into his own. Looking over her shoulder he saw Bulma. She had bags under her eyes and had worry lines plastered all over her face. Yet she had never looked more beautiful to the Saiyan as she did now.

Eventually, the petite nurse left them in peace. Bulma stood in the corner, biting her lip, while Vegeta inspected himself. He did not trust human doctors. He found that he was bandaged heavily around his abdomen and had a few tubes running into his arm.

Satisfied, he held his arm out to Bulma,

"Woman," he called to her, "I'm hungry,"

She let out a shaky laugh.

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Vegeta was charged out of the hospital the next day, "Thank God," he said, "I don't think that I could have handled those pests for any longer,"

Bulma was still distant and not her usual self. She really wanted to thank Vegeta, but couldn't find the words to express herself. She felt weak and depressed from loneliness, although all her friends cared and Vegeta was trying, she just felt… alone.

-Flashback-

There was a loud knock on the door. Bulma forced her aching, tired legs to walk and found herself staring into Chichi's tearstained face, "Bulma, I'm so sorry!"

Next thing she knew, she was in a tight embrace and Chichi was apologizing,

"I should have believed you when you told me about Yamcha!" Chichi burst into a fresh batch of tears, "I'm such a bad friend! I understand if you never forgive me! But at least that, that… bastard didn't do too much damage, right?"

-Flashback in a flashback-

Yamcha opened the door quietly, "Baby," he whispered,

"Leave me alone! What do you want with me?"

He walked over to her, taking his sweet time. When he finally reached her, he took her face in his palm, "I won't hurt you if you obey me," Bulma eyes widened as Yamcha started to pull off her top,

"Nooooooooo!"

"Be quiet!" and he slapped her again.

-End of flashback in flashback-

"Bulma, Bulma! Are you o.k?"

"Wha- huh?"

"I said, at least he didn't do too much damage, right? I mean… you're o.k? Aren't you?"

"Yeah, um, sorry, but do you mind if I have some time alone?"

"No, of course, stupid me! I'll just let myself out!" Chichi practically screamed, "Bye,"

"Bye," Bulma curled back onto the sofa and fell asleep.

-End flashback-

Bulma jumped as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her,

"I can't empathize, but at least I can sympathize." (A/n: the difference: empathize means to have been through the same thing and know what it's like, sympathize means to have pity and feel sorry for them.)

It was all Bulma needed to break down completely. And there she stood, tears pouring down her eyes, broken down in front of the one man she only ever truly loved. Tears for her, tears that he didn't love her back, and even tears for Yamcha, the one who had put her through hell.

Her barriers gone, she wept until she could weep no more. And still, Vegeta stood there, with a crybaby gripped tightly to his chest, until her sobs subsided.

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Three days had passed since the whole Yamcha deal and Bulma was getting annoyed at Vegeta. The blood transfusion that he was supposed to have, he wasn't taking. No other human blood matched his DNA, and the only other Saiyan, (and family) he wasn't taking from. There was no way in hell that he was taking blood from his arch enemy, someone whom he despised.

"Take the damn blood already!" Bulma yelled at Vegeta, a celery stick crushing in her hand,

"Make me!"

"God, you are so immature sometimes!" Vegeta gaped at Bulma, "Ex… Excuse me!"

Bulma glared at Vegeta then turned back to the boiling pot. Dropping the squished celery and other ingredients into the large pot, she started humming to herself,

"Don't ignore me when I speak to you!" Vegeta gave Bulma a fright by standing behind her and slamming his fist on the counter top beside her.

Bulma turned around in slow motion, "Look. What. You. Did." Her patience was wearing thin, and the final straw was when Vegeta's fist broke the counter into millions of miniscule pieces.

"Yes, and what about what. I. did?" he smirked at her, receiving a death glare in return.

"Kindly remove yourself from my presence. Thank you." Bulma used such a calm voice, that Vegeta shivered slightly, and, seeing that she wasn't going to relent, Vegeta left her to finish with the meal.

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They ate the meal in silence, neither even looking up to acknowledge each other.

"I'm sorry, Damnit. O.k? I just can't accept charity from Goku," Vegeta finally blurted out, breaking the awkwardness,

"Yes, I understand. I really do. It's just that… well… I'm really worried about you. I love you," she whispered the last part. Had it not been for his strong hearing, he would not have heard that she had feelings for him.

Vegeta stood up, pushing the chair that he was sitting on away. When he got around the table where Bulma sat, he knelt down and cupped her chin in his hand and pulled her forward in a kiss,

"Just for you, I'll consider it," Bulma pulled away from Vegeta, I don't need this right now…he thought as he felt himself being turned on,

"Promise me,"

"Fine, damn woman. I promise," Bulma smiled and lead Vegeta upstairs,

"Don't break your promise…"

Vegeta gulped, excited.

Vegeta's POV

The rain pours down peacefully. Every now and then, the thunder claps far, far away. Outside lightning clashes with it, briefly illuminating the room with a blinding flash.

And still she sleeps. I am impressed. Usually, she would tremble and squeak and dive into me, seeking protection from the frightening bang of thunder. Pitiful human.

Well, what else could I expect?

But now, there was no way she would be moving or writhing. Not after our previous actions.

I smirk at that and avert my gaze from the ceiling to my blue beauty.

She is peacefully spread under the covers, the ones I lay in (restoring my health to get stronger for her) her soft breathing can be heard if you listen very closely. She frowns in her sleep and shivers.

I continue staring at her. What are you dreaming of, my little one? Having a nightmare, hmm? I sense your unconscious fear, probably of that no good bastard. Worry not, you'll wake up and be safe and sound in the confines of my arms.

And just in the nick of time, she jerks awake.

I look at her silently as she heaves breathlessly, eyes darting around the room. Eventually, her beautiful pools of sapphire rest on me.

"Veggie boy," she murmurs, moving closer to me,

I frown, "Don't call me that cursed name," I whisper back in slight annoyance.

She giggles as I close my arms around her, she knows I hate it when she calls me that.

"Bad dream?" I ask, kissing her nose,

"Very," she replies, resting her forehead against mine.

For a few moments, we are silent in each others company, then I hear, once again, her gentle snores.

I move to get more comfortable. As I do, my wound opens again. I am surprised that it held through all that had happened previously. I can't move for pain, I can't scream, as not to wake my beautiful.

I feel everything going blurry, I have lost a lot of blood. Too much.

My vision swims,

Luckily, I have a special monitor on me that alerts the hospital when I lose too much blood. As I black out again, I see red lights mingle with the lightning and hear a siren. I know I am safe. With these human doctors.

OWARI

A/n: Yay! LONG LIVE VEGGIE BOY!

Gomen for the OOC and that they move quite fast, but they have always, deep down in their hearts had this burning love for each other! Please, look out for my other stories and a story that's coming up soon, co-written by me and my friend Classic gambit.

Buh - bye!