365 Days | Vegebul 🖤💙

Chapter 24

"Bulma, thank God! I thought I lost you again."

"Who are you?" she asked, the male voice muted and distorted as if she were underwater.

"Woman?"

As her hearing became clearer with each passing second and her vision came into focus with each blink, Bulma frowned at the large figure that stood in front of her.

"Do you not remember who I am?"

The broken way his voice cracked made her heart ache for him as her eyes focused on her husband with a watery smile. "How could I ever forget the love of my life?"

"Thank fuck. You scared me."

"Sorry, I couldn't hear or see clearly," she laughed and immediately winced in pain. "Ow, why does laughing hurt so much? Did I get hit by a truck or something?"

"You don't remember what happened? You were shot in the chest."

The memories before she lost consciousness came rushing back to her as her hands went down to her belly, tears filling her eyes at how flat it felt before a baby cooed – her eyes shifting down to the beautiful babe in Vegeta's arms.

"Is that Trunks?"

"Yes, he's our healthy baby boy. No complications and no defects, even though he was a little early. The doctors and nurses call both of you miracles around here."

"Give him to me. I want to hold our son."

"You can't, not yet. You're still recovering from your operations."

"Operations? As in plural?"

"You had..." he cleared his throat as if the words haunted him. "Your heart almost gave out after giving birth, and you had to have emergency heart surgery."

"But how? I wasn't on any list. My condition isn't... wasn't that serious to begin with."

"I got you on a donor list months ago, just in case, then did what I do best and got you to the top of that list. Good thing I did too, or else you wouldn't be here with me, with our son."

Vegeta turned so Bulma could see their child's face as tears of joy fell from her eyes as she smiled, taking in every inch of his beautiful features that were a mixture of him and her.

"He has your eyes, 'Geta."

"He does, but he has your beauty."

"Well, if he grows up and turns out as handsome as you, he's going to need a stick to keep all the girls away."

"I'm sure the mama bear in you will scare any girl away."

"At least until he's 50. No one will be good enough for our baby boy."

When her smile faltered, Vegeta worried she was in pain. "What is it? Is the pain too much? Should I call a nurse for you?"

"I'm fine. I'm just sad I can't hold him."

Carefully maneuvering Trunks over his forearm and hand, Vegeta brought him closer to Bulma, pressing Trunks' cheek to hers – allowing her to kiss his head – before bringing them face to face.

Bulma smiled as she stared into the same striking obsidian eyes that matched his father's. "I'm surprised his eye color is already showing. I've read that it takes months to find out the true color of a newborn's eyes."

"We'll just have to see if they change then. Either way, he's perfect."

When Trunks' tiny mouth opened into a small 'o,' Vegeta pulled him away to place him back into the hospital provided bassinet beside her bed before taking a seat next to Bulma – lifting her hand gently in his.