#i promise there is some vegebul somewhere in this chapter

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WIP Wednesday: Chapter 3 - Sons of the Saiyans

“This one is pretty bad, he’s bleeding through his leather jacket,” Raditz who had seen his fair share of bloodshed and bullet wounds flashed concerned eyes to Nappa, who was gripping the leather steering wheel of his black Cadillac straining his eyes straight ahead at the road.

“Well, we can’t take him to the hospital. Frieza would flip the fuck out if he knew what Vegeta just did without his permission, so we can’t go through any of his contacts we normally would for medical help,” Nappa pointed out.

Raditz seemed to think this over knowing that Nappa wasn’t wrong. But they had to do something, Vegeta was not one to complain about pain. He had been shot before two other times to be exact. But the previous times were clean, the bullet having left upon contact, no shrapnel to be found. But for Vegeta to be this pale and bleeding as much as he was, this was becoming a lot more serious.

“Wait, I have an idea!” Raditz said suddenly, his wild black lion’s mane twisting in his movements.

“Even a broken clock is correct twice a day, anything is possible,” Vegeta muttered under his breath still managing to find the strength to insult his cousin even if he was on death’s door.

“Kakarot’s super hot friend with the blue hair, didn’t she drop out of medical school? Maybe she can help,” Raditz said suddenly, nearly popping out of his spot in the front seat.

Vegeta who was lying across the backseat of the Cadillac writhing in pain and running through every single one of his poor life choices to lead him here like a rolodex, suddenly perked up. “Bulma was in medical school?”

Radditz and Nappa both turned around in their seats to stare curiously at Vegeta who had never even bothered to learn a woman’s name before. They had seen him pick up many a bar fly. Or even a Frieza Force groupie. Well, more like the poor girl would throw herself at Vegeta and he would capitalize on it before sending her off on her own way after he was done with her. He was very discrete in his sexual encounters. But the way his voice tightened and wavered ever so slightly when he said her name, spoke volumes.

“Wait, how do you know her?”

“She fixed my Harley while you two fuckers were in Mexico,” Vegeta rasped but couldn’t control the blush that stained his white and ashen complexion.

“I bet that’s not all she fixed, eh?” Raditz wagged his eyebrows at Vegeta who considered opening the car door and rolling out on the freeway. Death was far less painful than this ridicule.