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Forgetting To Remember: Chapter 10: No Dry Tears
Wednesday, May 02, Age 798
"Yeah… Please schedule my meeting for Friday…" I say bored out of my mind. My hand does as I wish and hangs up the brilliant black phone, leaving me to myself.
I would never think to say this but, sometimes I wish Goten was my business partner. Of course that could never happen, because little Bulla would sooner see me six feet under then to let our fellow half Saiyan near this office. Mom lets her get away with anything.
The poor dope never did anything other than say the pleasant "Hello" whenever he would come over. It was no secret that Bulla had developed a crush on him… Well, it kind of is. I only know because of her diary.
Her reason for being so rude to him was still something I have yet to uncover. I figure it has something to do with his disinterest in her. As my sister, Bulla will always be a snot nosed booger freak, but to the general public, she is in a sense "hot".
Thus her ego is the size of West City. So when Goten doesn't immediately fall under her charm, she grows impatient and frazzled, something I have always found incredibly hilarious. It's not his fault. Goten is far too pure hearted to like someone so much younger than him or for that matter to find his best friend's sister appealing. Something that I will have to thank his father for.
But my dear sister is about to get the yelling of a lifetime. It had come to my attention that she has been skipping work for almost a week now. She is in no way prepared to become VP of Capsule Corporation, so mother decided that training for the next few years would be educational for dear Bulla. This is her first year. If she's playing hooky now, I can only imagine when mom gives her the title of Vice President.
My receptionist has informed me that Bulla has finally decided to show her face today. But, as fate would have it, not for work. No, according to records, Bulla has been in one other time; for medicinal properties.
I wonder, what the hell is she going to the lab for? I doubt she's got a bun in the oven, so what would she need Capsule Corp medicine for?
I inhale the coffee filtered office air and stride to the occupied elevator. I press down to go the lobby to wait for Bulla. The lab is upstairs, so I'm hoping she'll save me the trouble and be on the elevator coming down.
As the doors open, the presence of blue hair sends a grin to my face. She's gonna get it!
Our perfectly matched eyes meet, sending wires of automatic sibling rivalry off. Bulla may be vain and self-involved, but she isn't dumb. I might even go as far as to say she's going to make one hell of a VP… when she's ready.
"T-Trunks?" she murmurs. This is odd. Her face amplifies volumes of exhaustion. Her hair is actually not its usual brilliant shade of azure, but more of a duller version of it. Her form is definitely not formal but zonked out. To anyone else, they might not have noticed her mood, but I being her brother and of the same acute sensing Saiyan heritage, can notice everything about my little sister.
My former eagerness to yell at her flew out the window, being replaced by concern. "Bulla…" my eyes go from her gaze to her hand; a lab bag with our logo on it, "What's with the bag?"
I swear for a moment there was panic in her eyes. She covered it up and smirked. "What's it to you?"
I crossed my arms then noticed the elevator was still running. I got in and quickly pushed the holding button. We would be alone for a while. She looked startled and snarled at me.
"What was that for!?" she shot.
I stared down at her. Kami she was short. "Why have you been missing work?" I asked, getting straight to the point.
She sighed and lowered her eyes. "It's Pan…"
I raised an eyebrow, making my face ask for more detail. I knew she had left for a cruise about two weeks ago. I wasn't too concerned because she said she'd be back for the wedding. I actually haven't been able to worry with all of the preparations. Damn cake testing…
But if something's up with Pan, I think, as her unofficial big brother, I should know. "What's going on with Pan?"
Bulla looked hesitant to tell me. Her eyes darted from corner to corner. "I miss her… We've never missed lunch together up until last week… It just got me depressed is all."
I had this slight itch telling me that wasn't the whole truth… But Bulla is really attached to Pan. I think she's telling all that she can. That still didn't answer my first question though. "So… you mind telling me what you got in there?"
She shook her head. "Lady problems Trunks… I don't think you want to look."
I let out a sigh and pressed the hold button again, this time, making the elevator move. I would have to yell at her later then… She looks too tired to fight back. I may be a grown man, but I enjoy our little quarrels. Keeps us close.
Bulla's POV
Sheesh that was close… My brother can be so nosy! Breathing down my neck is something he and my father have in common to my annoyance. To think he almost got to see the medicine I had enhanced for Pan…
It wasn't anything to cure what she had, it was just a super dosage of pain relief. This is actually a normal amount for a Saiyan, but for any regular human, it was lethal. I had it lightened up for Pan seeing as how she's only a quarter Saiyan.
The drive home was painfully silent despite having my radio on in my car. Pan was at her apartment, probably trying not to choke on her vomit. Over the last week her pain has been intensifying. She started hallucinating while we were writing checks to charity.
It was horrible seeing her like this. But I am not going to walk out on her. I am not on board with her wishes, and I wish I could force her to get some help but I can't. I feel so helpless. I once kicked a guy's ass when he called her a street hag. I sent him to the hospital. Not that I needed to beat him up for her, she could have done it herself, I just felt I should be the one to pummel him.
Yet here I was. Standing aside as she died. How pathetic. I almost spilled the beans to Trunks on the elevator. It's not like I told him a lie. It was all true. Extremely vague, but true dammit. I just can't contain all this pain to myself. I know it's selfish but… The only person I can talk to about this is the one dying. I am forced to carry this weight.
I haven't even confronted my father about this… I'm too afraid.
The building containing Pan came into view, making me grow inconsolable. I had to step back into this cruel reality. Hell, for Pan, it was the least I could do. I parked my car for a moment. The sun was shining through the little cracks in the millions of clouds. I stared into what I thought was an endless abyss, otherwise known as a license plate.
I couldn't cry anymore… I think I've dried myself out. Now all I could do was stare like an idiot.
I gathered up my senses and made my way to Pan's apartment. I almost couldn't make my way inside the door.
When I stepped inside I saw that she was hallucinating again. She was talking to no one while in bed.
"I know… I know he can't… But it still hurts…" she said, a sad smile on her face.
I walked towards her slowly. I didn't want to alarm her… Who was she talking about? "Panny… It's me, Bulla…" I said softly. She turned to me. Her eyes were drooped and her smile faded.
"I love him… But he can never love me back because I'm like his 'little sister'!" she cackled. "I have never loved anyone else… Only him! Grandpa Goku… Tell me why does it hurt? Why can't he love me instead of her?"
She thinks she's talking to Goku? Holy crap she's really out of it. "Pan… Snap out of it… I'm here with medicine." I looked towards her nightstand to see that my trip for more pain relief was needed. The small orange bottle was dangerously low.
Even though her eyes were wide open, she still believed me to be Goku. "I-I think… I'm happy I'm dying Gramps. All this time… I kept it a secret… No one knows but you Grandpa… I don't even know how you know…"
Kami… I know I shouldn't take her hallucination talk seriously…. But I was kind of curious to know who the hell was the guy was that had her whipped.
Pan continued. "Grandpa… He's getting married to Marron… I-I can never tell him how I f-feel…"
I almost fell on my ass. Was Pan in love with Trunks?
Hnn... I swear Bulla will confirm the info... And stuff... Who's the next to figure out Pan's dirty secret? REVIEW and tell me what you thought.