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

Chapter 3~ Hospital Visits and Pre-Namek Preparations

Year 761 ([Name]= 11, Vegeta= 29)

"I think you scared her half to death, Krillin. When we showed up, all we see is her crying and you holding a sword to her, shouting." Bulma huffed, sitting beside him on his medical bed, looking to the girl who sat in the corner of the room, on the floor, her legs pulled to her chest and arms looped around her knees.

"You came in at the wrong moment..." Krillin could only sigh, knowing it truly looked like he made her cry. "It had nothing to do with me, okay?" He huffed, frowning as he looked at his cast arm, then looked to the girl as well. Was she asleep? She appeared to be, he watching the tip of her tail move ever so slightly, like a cat, up, maybe an inch, then back down.

"He's right, though, Bulma." Goku spoke out, wincing a bit at the pain in his side. Chi-chi had gone with her father to get food for all of them, and some fresh clothes for the girl. "She... She was with 'Vegeta', the guy I fought. He's apparently the Prince of our race." He used 'our', having small understanding from Raditz, King Kai, and Vegeta himself about the race called the 'Saiyans'. "He said something about the race being a 'dead race', maybe she is one of the only ones left?"

"Yeah. That would make sense. Since she started crying when Vegeta left her." Krillin muttered, it was only a few hours after the battle, the darkness of the outside, now, blocked out by the lights of the hospital room. "Kinda sad... She doesn't seem like him...?"

"How old is she? She barely looks ten." Bulma frowned, glancing at the girl before looking back to Goku and Krillin. Gohan was in the next bed, sound asleep under the covers. The five of them were the only ones in the room, she was likely to take the girl with her to make sure she eats something, and that she is monitored.

"I would say ten..." Krillin muttered, frowning at the girl, then looking to Bulma. "We need a plan. We can start talking of one tomorrow, when we can get everyone in on the matter. Okay?" The scientist nodded her head to him, he nodding as well. Goku seemed like he nodded.

"Alright, we're back to drop this off. I told the nurses to put the food in the refrigerator, so you can all eat it in the morning. These are for her." Chi-chi had walked in, alone this time. She was likely just dropping things off before she would have to leave. She walked to Bulma, sitting on Krillin's bed, and handed her some clothing that should fit. It was likely sleepwear, since she might want to keep her normal clothes.

"Thank you. Make sure to get anyone you can here, tomorrow, when visiting hours open. Okay?" Bulma said to Chi-chi and the female nodded her head, smiling. And, then she was quickly out of the room, as the visiting hours were going to be over very soon.

Bulma stretched, sighing softly and setting the clothes down on the bed besides her. She then stood and walked over to the corner of the room, right where the girl sat, curled up defensively. "Hey, hon'..." She called softly, slowly setting her hand on the girl's shoulder.

"!" [Name] immediately shifted in shock at the hand on her shoulder, waking in an instant. "Don't touch me--" She muttered quickly, looking around in confusion, only to shrink back in the corner even more. "Where--? Who are you? And, where am I?" She demanded in a softer, scared tone, but the sound of demand was still in her voice.

"Oh--" Bulma retracted her hand from the girl's shoulder, looking to her slightly surprised. "I'm Bulma Briefs. I'm a scientist here on Earth, as well as part of the rag-tag group of fighters your 'friends' fought against. You're at a hospital in the city nearby where you last were. You're unharmed, but we took you here with us after you collapsed." She said gingerly, she had offered her hand to the girl, a little surprised when she took it. Her grip was a little stronger than she would have supposed.