She lay on the strange capsule corporation bed, listening with confusion the words coming out of Bulma's mouth.
The room seemed hazy. Drugs, medicine…Chichi had not felt the feeling of a pain reliever since before the days of the androids. There were not many alive who could relate to her about these times. They were dead.
"Why am I drugged up Bulma?" She asked sluggishly, the room sort of tilting. She stared at Bulma, who for some reason had a third eye like Tien. "Ugg." Blinking, she pressed her head to her pillow, trying to regain composure.
Bulma made a muffled noise, and pressed her face into her hands. It took a few moments for Chichi to realize what was happening. She was crying. The stifled noise, continued, and Chichi asked, "Bulma, dear, what is wrong?"
The woman looked up with swollen eyes. Her lip trembled. She wiped her eye slowly, drawing a labored breath.
A dignified breath.
"Our bodies are made up of millions of building blocks called cells." She sounded like Bulma, the forever smart and beautiful women Chichi had admired since childhood. Chichi still watched her questionably, a strange foreboding building into her veins.
"Cancer occurs when one or more of the cells breaks free from the normal restraints it is under and starts to proliferate in an irregular, uncontrolled way." She looked up, nodding her head in a satisfied way. Her eyes looked at Chichi with a strange hope, as if wanting her to grasp onto the silent meaning of her words.
"Bulma what are you-" Chichi started.
"The risk of getting the disease rises rapidly as we get older. The symptoms are different with each type of cancer, and there are as many types of cancer as there are types of cells in our body, which is around 200."
A tear ran down her cheek, and she sniffed, continuing.
"Early breast cancer usually does not cause pain." She looked towards the ceiling voice breaking. "And if undetected for a long while…the results are always fatal." She sobbed openly now, as the tears flooded her face.
Chichi gripped the sheets, breaking into a cold sweat. "Are you saying…I have breast cancer?" Bulma looked away now, no more tears. No more hope.
"Oh god."
~*~*~*~
Bulma sniffed, blinking at her friend, who had gone through the purgatory that was the androids, right alongside of her. She was so strong, something she hardly was recognized for. The woman who had lost her __whole__ family to them, but kept on going. Her husband, her children…and now Pan was to lose her.
Bulma set her eyes in determination. No.
No.
"This isn't going to happen Chichi." She said in a clogged watery voice. "You aren't going to go this way."
"I thought you said there was no cure, Bulma…" Chichi said, in a haunting way, almost gently. She smiled. Smiled.
"Yes, there isn't…" Bulma admitted. "But I am going to work day and night unti-"
"Bul-"
"I find a cure. If anybody can-"
"Bulm-"
"It'll Be Bulma Briefs because I am-"
"Bulma!" Chichi yelled, silencing her friend. Bulma stared at her friend confusedly. Chichi looked back. Her lip started to tremble.
"Just stop."
"But Chichi-"
She looked up at her, eyes shining with…peace. She smiled the smile she seemed to have adapted, the serene look.
"I want to see him, Bulma. God, I want to see him so bad." Chichi said, voice trembling.
"I have waited so long." Her eyes looked heaven bound. "I want to stay with him…"
"Chichi." She wrapped her arms around her lifelong friend.
"What will happen now?" She asked, searching her friend's raven eyes, that seemed to be renewed and alive.
Chichi smiled softly.
"That's easy. I am going home."
~*~*~*~
Chichi lay silently, thinking of what was to come. Death. Life. Pan.
She knew what it was like to be alone. The last 10 years of her life had been spent alone. A hellish alone. And she was not about to leave her like that.
Something dawned in her mind.
A mischievous smiled lit her weathered face.
Two lives…
Hi all. I felt a renewed joy writing this, something i was lacking in writing othr chapters. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it. I hope to write something truly beautiful in the next chapter, perhaps to make you cry ^_~ I dont know if i could accomplish that, but i hope so.
kureeji@yahoo.com
www.geocities.com/fushigi_mirai_pan ---The Mirai Pan Shrine!
The room seemed hazy. Drugs, medicine…Chichi had not felt the feeling of a pain reliever since before the days of the androids. There were not many alive who could relate to her about these times. They were dead.
"Why am I drugged up Bulma?" She asked sluggishly, the room sort of tilting. She stared at Bulma, who for some reason had a third eye like Tien. "Ugg." Blinking, she pressed her head to her pillow, trying to regain composure.
Bulma made a muffled noise, and pressed her face into her hands. It took a few moments for Chichi to realize what was happening. She was crying. The stifled noise, continued, and Chichi asked, "Bulma, dear, what is wrong?"
The woman looked up with swollen eyes. Her lip trembled. She wiped her eye slowly, drawing a labored breath.
A dignified breath.
"Our bodies are made up of millions of building blocks called cells." She sounded like Bulma, the forever smart and beautiful women Chichi had admired since childhood. Chichi still watched her questionably, a strange foreboding building into her veins.
"Cancer occurs when one or more of the cells breaks free from the normal restraints it is under and starts to proliferate in an irregular, uncontrolled way." She looked up, nodding her head in a satisfied way. Her eyes looked at Chichi with a strange hope, as if wanting her to grasp onto the silent meaning of her words.
"Bulma what are you-" Chichi started.
"The risk of getting the disease rises rapidly as we get older. The symptoms are different with each type of cancer, and there are as many types of cancer as there are types of cells in our body, which is around 200."
A tear ran down her cheek, and she sniffed, continuing.
"Early breast cancer usually does not cause pain." She looked towards the ceiling voice breaking. "And if undetected for a long while…the results are always fatal." She sobbed openly now, as the tears flooded her face.
Chichi gripped the sheets, breaking into a cold sweat. "Are you saying…I have breast cancer?" Bulma looked away now, no more tears. No more hope.
"Oh god."
~*~*~*~
Bulma sniffed, blinking at her friend, who had gone through the purgatory that was the androids, right alongside of her. She was so strong, something she hardly was recognized for. The woman who had lost her __whole__ family to them, but kept on going. Her husband, her children…and now Pan was to lose her.
Bulma set her eyes in determination. No.
No.
"This isn't going to happen Chichi." She said in a clogged watery voice. "You aren't going to go this way."
"I thought you said there was no cure, Bulma…" Chichi said, in a haunting way, almost gently. She smiled. Smiled.
"Yes, there isn't…" Bulma admitted. "But I am going to work day and night unti-"
"Bul-"
"I find a cure. If anybody can-"
"Bulm-"
"It'll Be Bulma Briefs because I am-"
"Bulma!" Chichi yelled, silencing her friend. Bulma stared at her friend confusedly. Chichi looked back. Her lip started to tremble.
"Just stop."
"But Chichi-"
She looked up at her, eyes shining with…peace. She smiled the smile she seemed to have adapted, the serene look.
"I want to see him, Bulma. God, I want to see him so bad." Chichi said, voice trembling.
"I have waited so long." Her eyes looked heaven bound. "I want to stay with him…"
"Chichi." She wrapped her arms around her lifelong friend.
"What will happen now?" She asked, searching her friend's raven eyes, that seemed to be renewed and alive.
Chichi smiled softly.
"That's easy. I am going home."
~*~*~*~
Chichi lay silently, thinking of what was to come. Death. Life. Pan.
She knew what it was like to be alone. The last 10 years of her life had been spent alone. A hellish alone. And she was not about to leave her like that.
Something dawned in her mind.
A mischievous smiled lit her weathered face.
Two lives…
Hi all. I felt a renewed joy writing this, something i was lacking in writing othr chapters. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it. I hope to write something truly beautiful in the next chapter, perhaps to make you cry ^_~ I dont know if i could accomplish that, but i hope so.
kureeji@yahoo.com
www.geocities.com/fushigi_mirai_pan ---The Mirai Pan Shrine!