Chapter 7
I just know I'm going to die... I just know it, know it, KNOW IT.
'Why' might you ask I know it?
I just do.
It turns out that I needed to go to the emergency room to get my foot checked out. Yes... yes, yes. I did indeed break my ankle; my dad said that he didn't understand WHY I had done that (he thought that because I'm in all sorts of sports and martial arts). It was strange that my mother and other relatives (besides Uncle Goten) chose to remain at the school. I think it might have been to say a few words with Mrs. Briefs.
And what about Mr. Briefs you might ask?
He came along my papa, my uncle, and ME to the emergency room. Yeah. A complete stalker if you ask me. I think I should inform my papa of this so he could not be so friendly to this tall, dark, and handsome fiend.
Oh, and to make my life more miserable Mrs. Briefs insisted for her SON to come along with US. She said she would take care of the remaining part of the awards ceremony with the principal.
Anyways... while we were in the car I heard Trunks suggest something. I had NO idea what he meant when he said 'Sensu Bean'. To me it sounded like some kind of new drug out on the streets. It might have been some kind of pain medication. And to be honest, I'm never in this much physical pain. The last time I injured myself this bad was last year when my parents took me hiking in the mountains. I also purposely broke my ankle then.
"We haven't had any Sensu's for a long time," stated my papa as he drove his car to the hospital. "I would have thought dad had a few with him."
I noticed my uncle shake his head, "He usually keeps them in the house or at the Lookout."
He was sitting in the back of the car, my leg currently propped up on his lap as I sat beside him. One thing about me... is I'm short. And because I'm short, my legs can fully fit in the length of the backseat. I find it sad. But mom tells me I'll soon be going through a growth spurt.
I noticed my 'stalker' look back at me with those beautiful blue eyes. Those blue of eyes might have been a sin to have!
"Are you doing okay, Pan?" he questions me.
And me being me, I lightly frowned at him and crossed my arms as I looked out the window. "I've... had better days," was my reply. It wasn't exactly the NICEST thing to be stated, but I was currently very angry. I think an early case of PMS might have had its mix in this fiasco.
I noticed my dad's eyes from the mirror looking at me. His eyes were lightly frowning, as if he were disapproving with my behavior. I just glared back at him not exactly having a care in the world. If I'm lucky, he would kill me now and save me from this current torture!
"Pan," started my father, "I never knew you were in martial arts."
I could feel all blood rushing to my toes. I feared the moment that statement left his lips. I know that I was one step closer to being dog chow.
"Um... it was the only sport that I needed to be recognized as athlete of the year...?"
Smooth Pan... real smooth.
"When I was in school, you only were required to be in three different sports," pointed out my Uncle Goten.
I turn my eyes to him, and I glare evilly at him. It was one of those glares were you say, 'Good job for mentioning that piece of my past which I tried to forget! Now I'm going to murder you!'
I heard a chuckle from Trunks. He might have seen my glare. "Gohan, is it so bad for her to learn a bit of self defense? Everyone should know a thing or two incase some trouble comes up; and you know or families. We seem to bring the worst of the worst villains to this plan-"
"I did not want her to only focus on sports," interjected my papa. I was actually curious behind the meaning to what Trunks had stated. And I was sad to know that he was cut off before he stated the remaining of his sentence.
"As you can see, Gohan, she's very athletic; my mother and I handed her numerous awards concerning the athletic department," stated Trunks- once again defending for me. If I wasn't mad at him for watching me at the coffee shop, then I would have hugged and kissed him right then and there for defending my rights.
I could see from the mirror that papa's teeth were being gritted. "Trunks."
Oh boy.
Papa's using the dark tone once more.
I've only heard it like once or twice... but it scared the crap out of me.
"Her mother and I decided it would be best for her NOT to participate in ANY fields of marital arts for her safety."
I noticed Trunks looking at my papa almost as if he were scolded at as a seven or eight year old would have been. The Capsule Corporation President did wince at that tone too. Heck, so did me! I wouldn't want my papa to get angrier than what he currently was.
And so... that's how it's been for the car ride. Nothing too exciting happened at the ER except for when they tried to numb up my foot. They brought out a needle and poke my skin. It turned out they punctured an area highly concentrated with blood and fluid; after the needle was taken out, the fluid and blood began to leak out. I just strangely stared at it. And as strange as it sounded, I liked to see blood fall from my wounds. Don't ask me WHY I find a fascination in it! I just do... and it almost scares me.
Anyways... they fixed the ankle after what seemed to be centuries later, and we were on our way to Capsule Corporation. My cast was a lovely neon pink color because there was no other color available. They had seemed to run out of white just moments before I arrived.
That fueled my anger.
I was very tempted to rip the thing off. I also planned to burn it.
But my thoughts about it were interrupted when I finally arrived at the large building.
The complex was larger than I thought! My goodness... it could easily fit a small village!
And when we headed in, I was so grateful that I didn't need to rely on anyone to be transported around. I had my own pair of crutches! Thank Kami for small miracles. My arms didn't become tired or sore from using them; surprise, surprise. And by the time we arrived... it seemed as if the party had been going on for maybe two hours already.
I noticed everyone's faces turn to us, and I could feel my cheeks burning as I looked down in embarrassment.
"We're here!" stated papa as he smiled to these very unfamiliar faces. Okay... so maybe there were a few I recognized... but they were people in which I never truly met.
And I sarcastically thought... 'This is going to be fun...'
