The Prince's Adviser [Vegeta x Saiyan! Female! Reader]

Chapter 78~ Fighting Goku Black, Take III

Year 779 ([Name]= 33, Vegeta= 51) [Kuriya= 4, Aoi= 3, Trunks= 13, Gohan= 22, Goten= 13] Approx. September 779

By the time Goku and Trunks awoke from their slumber, they found the King and Queen in the kitchen. The two of them looked worse for wear, settled down with two cups of tea. It looks like they had something to eat, from a bare plate between them.

"Wow—you're alive, [Name]!" Goku cheered, watching her weakly look up at him. She didn't really react to him, just nodding her head. "Are you okay?"

"I have a fucking hole in my stomach. Do you think I'm okay?" She growled back at him, flinching as pain wriggled up her side, causing her to shrink and scrunch up a bit.

"Take it easy..." Vegeta chastised, settling his hand on hers. "Leave her alone, idiot. She doesn't have time for your energy." He turned to look at his son, a faint smile at his lips. "Thank you—for saving us."

"Are you kidding?" It was sort of rhetorical, but it slipped his lips faster than he intended. Trunks ended up shrugging, however, settling himself down at the table. "I did the best I could to get you all home. I couldn't leave you there."

"Trunks did a great job." Goku hummed as he looked at the table, unsure what to do. It was then that Bulma had came in, the three Saiyan children behind her.

"Mama! Papa!" Aoi ran up to the two of them, stopping in front of her mother with furrowed brows. Her dark eyes stared at the IV rack, before looking at all the bandages. With a slight pout, her gaze rested on her mother's face. "Are you okay, mama? Can I hug you?"

"Aoi—" Vegeta was about to admonish his daughter, warning her against doing such a thing, but he watched his wife shake her head.

"I got it—" With a weak smile, the Queen faced her daughter. "As much as I would love your wonderful hugs," Her bandaged left hand brushed her daughter's cheek. "I don't think that would be best. Mama got really hurt. Once I heal, give me as many hugs as you want, okay?"

"Okay, mama!" Despite being turned down, she looked rather happy. Instead, she climbed into her father's lap, he pulling her up with a slight groan.

"Oh, I got something for you." Bulma finally spoke up. From her lab coat pocket, she pulled another IV bag of blood, watching the Queen's face contort in annoyance.

"Another one?" She grumbled, straightening out and flinching as soon as she did.

"Not sure if you're aware, but sensu beans don't replenish blood. So, unless you want to spend the rest of the week in a coma, let me help you." Her chide remark left the Saiyan quiet, she walking up and settling the bag to the top of the rack. She undid the old transfusion from the IV and added the new one. "I'm going to just leave the old one here. So, I don't have to carry a bunch of bags around."

"Lazy—" The King quipped behind her, only to feel her shoe kick into his shin. "Cunt." He grumbled, seething in pain.

"There are children present." Future Trunks hummed as he scooped Kuriya up and plopping him into the chair beside him.

"Yeah!" The younger Trunks echoed, putting his hands on his hips, chuckling at the pout at his father's lips. Honestly, despite everyone coming back injured, he was just glad to see them alive.

"Did you want something for the pain?" Bulma spoke up, squatting down to grace her fingers over the bandages on the Queen's face.

"Honestly—" As the human's fingers pressed into her cheek, [Name] flinched, a small, red wetness started to leak into the bandages. "I would."