Disclaimer: I don't own it, it's not mine, ee - i - ee - i - o
Ages: Pan - 17
Trunks - 19
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"Well Pan, I'm sorry but there's nothing wrong with your blood samples. Aside from, of course, the Saiyan part of it." Bulma said with a grin. At Vegeta's request she had performed a complete physical on Pan, but as she said, there was nothing she could find wrong.
Pan sighed. "Well, thanks anyway Bulma" she replied dejectedly. She knew as well as Vegeta that something was wrong with her, and she was dying to know what. Bulma caught on quickly to Pan's disappointment. "Pan honey, I know you're looking for answers, but I can't seem to produce any for you. Unless....Oh!" suddenly struck with an idea, Bulma pulled a sheet off of a large piece of equipment in the corner.
"This is a ki-scanner I devised for all you Saiyans, since it's so difficult to understand your illnesses and genetics." Bulma said over her shoulder as she worked the knobs on the machine, which looked a lot like an MRI. "Here, give it a whirl!" Bulma instructed, excited to be trying out her new machine. Nervous, Pan slipped onto the tray, dressed in a hospital gown and was pulled into the machine.
Bent over the computer in the corner, Bulma sat and read the data as it came in. She gasped inwardly as she saw the screen. Red highlighted the outline of Pan's body, a sure sign of an urgent problem. "You're doing just fine, Pan!" she called, but whether she was reassuring Pan or herself she didn't know.
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"Thank you for meeting with me Dr. Masaki." Bulma said, a worried expression on her face.
"Ah well, for my old friend and the owner of Capsule Corporation, how could I do anything else?" he replied with a grin and a shrug. Bulma had to grin back. If there was anyone in the world who could help her, it was the young Dr. Masaki, the leading specialist on rare diseases throughout the world.
"Well, I'm glad you decided to help me anyway. Now I'm sure you reviewed everything I sent you?" Bulma had sent the doctor not only the results of her "ki-scan" but also the results of Pan's MRI and blood tests.
"Yes, I did Ms. Briefs and you were very right, this is not something "normal" at all. What your friend has is a very rare illness. A sort of allergic reaction if you will. A permanent allergic reaction. There is no cure for it. Actually I'm surprised she lasted this long. The girl has the same illness her mother died from, the reaction to the Pujo plant. Of course the doctors back then wouldn't have known what it was, but recently we've made some incredible findings regarding the reaction this delicacy has on people. Our government is trying to pull it off the market as we speak but....Ms. Briefs?"
Bulma listened to the doctor. Listened as he rambled on. Listened as he told her that Pan, the little girl who was practically a daughter to her, was condemned to die. "Oh I'm sorry doctor. Yes, Yes of course I was listening. Now what are the treatment options?"
"Basically Ms. Briefs all that you can provide that poor girl with is a nice hospital bed. I imagine we'll be having more cases like hers popping up soon enough, so a specific ward might be formed...Perhaps by you Ms. Briefs?" The doctor felt awful taking advantage of the woman like this, she was clearly upset, but the facilities were necessary and she did have the means.
"Yes! Oh I'd love to help in any way I can! A full ward with research center. I'll have it up and running in a month. I'll need doctors and all that, send them to Capsule Corps to work out the details. I think I should go home now to Pan's family and let them in on this." Bulma said, glad to get her mind off of the more personal effects this new "disease" was causing her, but still knowing she had a duty to perform. She excused herself from Dr. Masaki's office and raced home.
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Pan sighed contentedly into Trunks' arms. "Oh Trunks, this is just my absolute favorite movie!" She said with a grin as Atlantis continued to play across the screen.
"I know Pan-chan, that's the only reason I haven't split that DVD in two yet," he pointed out with a grimace as Milo Thatch began to stutter on the television.
Pan giggled, happy to be cuddling up with Trunks, her not quite official boyfriend, and getting her mind off of the mystery of what was wrong with her. As if determined to break her happy moment however, Trunks interrupted her thoughts.
"Pan, have you been feeling well? The other night when you almost collapsed, you really frightened me."
"Oh Trunks. You know me. I've just been working to hard. Hey, I'm a quarter Saiyan after all...completely indestructible!" She reassured with a weak grin. Gods she hated lying.
Trunks seemed to buy it all without hesitation however, and he pulled her even tighter. "I'm glad," he whispered into her ear. "I'd miss you if anything happened to you." Trunks leaned in and brushed his lips against hers in a light kiss, that she was only to happy to respond to. That is...before Bulma stormed into the house.
"Movie off please. Trunks, call the Sons and your father. Everyone needs to hear this." Bulma ordered as she marched through the Den and into the large sitting room, pausing only to shoot Pan a grim, sympathetic look as she passed.
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A/N Yay! Answers...finally! Those of you who guessed that Pan and Videl were afflicted with the same thing, you were right! But it was kind of obvious...oh well. I'm about to post the prologue to a new V/B AU so look for that too. READ AND REVIEW!
~*The Kawaii One*~
Ages: Pan - 17
Trunks - 19
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"Well Pan, I'm sorry but there's nothing wrong with your blood samples. Aside from, of course, the Saiyan part of it." Bulma said with a grin. At Vegeta's request she had performed a complete physical on Pan, but as she said, there was nothing she could find wrong.
Pan sighed. "Well, thanks anyway Bulma" she replied dejectedly. She knew as well as Vegeta that something was wrong with her, and she was dying to know what. Bulma caught on quickly to Pan's disappointment. "Pan honey, I know you're looking for answers, but I can't seem to produce any for you. Unless....Oh!" suddenly struck with an idea, Bulma pulled a sheet off of a large piece of equipment in the corner.
"This is a ki-scanner I devised for all you Saiyans, since it's so difficult to understand your illnesses and genetics." Bulma said over her shoulder as she worked the knobs on the machine, which looked a lot like an MRI. "Here, give it a whirl!" Bulma instructed, excited to be trying out her new machine. Nervous, Pan slipped onto the tray, dressed in a hospital gown and was pulled into the machine.
Bent over the computer in the corner, Bulma sat and read the data as it came in. She gasped inwardly as she saw the screen. Red highlighted the outline of Pan's body, a sure sign of an urgent problem. "You're doing just fine, Pan!" she called, but whether she was reassuring Pan or herself she didn't know.
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"Thank you for meeting with me Dr. Masaki." Bulma said, a worried expression on her face.
"Ah well, for my old friend and the owner of Capsule Corporation, how could I do anything else?" he replied with a grin and a shrug. Bulma had to grin back. If there was anyone in the world who could help her, it was the young Dr. Masaki, the leading specialist on rare diseases throughout the world.
"Well, I'm glad you decided to help me anyway. Now I'm sure you reviewed everything I sent you?" Bulma had sent the doctor not only the results of her "ki-scan" but also the results of Pan's MRI and blood tests.
"Yes, I did Ms. Briefs and you were very right, this is not something "normal" at all. What your friend has is a very rare illness. A sort of allergic reaction if you will. A permanent allergic reaction. There is no cure for it. Actually I'm surprised she lasted this long. The girl has the same illness her mother died from, the reaction to the Pujo plant. Of course the doctors back then wouldn't have known what it was, but recently we've made some incredible findings regarding the reaction this delicacy has on people. Our government is trying to pull it off the market as we speak but....Ms. Briefs?"
Bulma listened to the doctor. Listened as he rambled on. Listened as he told her that Pan, the little girl who was practically a daughter to her, was condemned to die. "Oh I'm sorry doctor. Yes, Yes of course I was listening. Now what are the treatment options?"
"Basically Ms. Briefs all that you can provide that poor girl with is a nice hospital bed. I imagine we'll be having more cases like hers popping up soon enough, so a specific ward might be formed...Perhaps by you Ms. Briefs?" The doctor felt awful taking advantage of the woman like this, she was clearly upset, but the facilities were necessary and she did have the means.
"Yes! Oh I'd love to help in any way I can! A full ward with research center. I'll have it up and running in a month. I'll need doctors and all that, send them to Capsule Corps to work out the details. I think I should go home now to Pan's family and let them in on this." Bulma said, glad to get her mind off of the more personal effects this new "disease" was causing her, but still knowing she had a duty to perform. She excused herself from Dr. Masaki's office and raced home.
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Pan sighed contentedly into Trunks' arms. "Oh Trunks, this is just my absolute favorite movie!" She said with a grin as Atlantis continued to play across the screen.
"I know Pan-chan, that's the only reason I haven't split that DVD in two yet," he pointed out with a grimace as Milo Thatch began to stutter on the television.
Pan giggled, happy to be cuddling up with Trunks, her not quite official boyfriend, and getting her mind off of the mystery of what was wrong with her. As if determined to break her happy moment however, Trunks interrupted her thoughts.
"Pan, have you been feeling well? The other night when you almost collapsed, you really frightened me."
"Oh Trunks. You know me. I've just been working to hard. Hey, I'm a quarter Saiyan after all...completely indestructible!" She reassured with a weak grin. Gods she hated lying.
Trunks seemed to buy it all without hesitation however, and he pulled her even tighter. "I'm glad," he whispered into her ear. "I'd miss you if anything happened to you." Trunks leaned in and brushed his lips against hers in a light kiss, that she was only to happy to respond to. That is...before Bulma stormed into the house.
"Movie off please. Trunks, call the Sons and your father. Everyone needs to hear this." Bulma ordered as she marched through the Den and into the large sitting room, pausing only to shoot Pan a grim, sympathetic look as she passed.
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A/N Yay! Answers...finally! Those of you who guessed that Pan and Videl were afflicted with the same thing, you were right! But it was kind of obvious...oh well. I'm about to post the prologue to a new V/B AU so look for that too. READ AND REVIEW!
~*The Kawaii One*~
