A/N: Wow, thanks to everyone who reviewed (my reviews jumped from 2 to 7 in
one day)! To Lauren Williams and blue-angel1204, you'll find out in this
chapter. ^_~ To Nyago, there won't be any hentai, but there's probably
going to be mushy stuff. I'm not sure how mushy it'll get, but it'll be
mushy.
Chapter 6: "Genetics"
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Trunks looked up at Bulma, fear written all over his face. She walked up to him and sighed deeply.
"It is the same disease that attacked Goku... However, he didn't pick it up on Yardrat. It was genetic. From the looks of it, every person who has the Son blood in them has the possibility of it being activated. There's not really any one thing that activates it, so it's completely random. The really bad part is that the degree of pain is completely random, too. It looks like Goku's was a mild version. It's too soon to tell whether Pan's version is better or worse, but if it's worse, the current medicine isn't going to help much..."
Trunks stared at her, completely numb. He turned his gaze towards Pan and closed his eyes tightly. Bulma took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"I'll be spending as much time as possible to curing her... the only problem is if I do, I won't be able to help Videl."
"I'll help you... maybe then it won't take so long."
"Trunks, you can't... she's bonded to you, she needs you to watch over her."
"...Bonded?"
"Mm-hmm... the Saiya-jin bond. If you're far away from her, she'll grow weak, and that's the LAST thing we want at this point."
"...So I have to sit here until she gets better?"
"No, you can do other things around the house, just not for long periods of time and not much farther than the house."
Trunks fell silent, staring at Pan. Bulma ran a hand through her hair and went off to her lab, where she'd most likely be locked away for weeks.
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Earlier, Gohan and Goku were sitting on Kaio-sama's planet, concentrating with beads of sweat dripping down their foreheads. Gohan weakly opened one eye half-way and glanced at his father.
"Dad... is this what it felt like?"
"...Almost. Imagine it twice as bad, and there you have it."
"Argh... I can't believe you survived this as long as you did."
"...I was determined."
They both fell silent and went back to concentrating. Kaio-sama walked out of the main building on his planet and held his hands behind his back, intently watching Gohan and Goku.
-How amazing... they took on the girl's pain so she could get just a few hours of sleep...- he sighed deeply, -Oh... if anything happens to that girl, the whole planet is doomed.-
Gohan started breathing heavily, slowly losing control. He held his head in his hands and painfully took a deep breath and just barely managed to whisper something, "Pan... I'm sorry..."
He blacked out and fell over. Gohan's connection severed, Goku tried to bear the pain himself, but it was too much and he had to cut the connection with Pan. He took a deep breath, looking like a ton of bricks had just fallen off of him. He looked up and nodded his thanks to Kaio-sama before he flopped onto his back, staring at the sky and breathing heavily. Kaio- sama sighed deeply and went back into the house to begin dinner.
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It had already been one month... one month of constant pain and horrifying nightmares. Well, except for the couple hours of break Daddy and Grandpa gave me. Anyway, Trunks began to sink deeper and deeper into himself, being alone with an obsessed scientist and fatally ill girl. Not the best conditions. He constantly felt the tears welling up, but he was determined not to show any signs of weakness.
One day, I took a turn for the worse. Thankfully, Bulma had discovered that my version was a little bit worse than Goku's, but with some tweaking, Goku's original heart medication could cure me. That discovery cut the time it would take for my cure in half, but I still was getting steadily worse. I had gone through this for three months, and I was weak. I had to start fighting to stay myself as well as for my life. I was getting so exhausted...
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Trunks closed his eyes in pain when Pan began coughing violently. She rolled onto her side and coughed up some blood, which began soaking into the sheets. Trunks immediately cleaned her up and called for Bulma. His mother ran some more tests on her, growling at the results.
"It's...mutating..." she slammed a fist into a nearby wall and took a deep breath, "By the time I make that cure, it'll be useless. I've GOT to get ahead of this thing, or else... the problem is this is completely un- charted territory. Until it stops mutating, there's nothing I can do..."
Trunks narrowed his eyes and glared at Bulma, "What do you mean, there's nothing you can do?!"
"Trunks... I told you--"
"I don't care what you have to do, but you have to come up with a cure for her!"
"Look, I don't want her to die, either, okay?? I'm trying my best!"
"Obviously, your best isn't enough!"
"Trunks Vejeta Briefs, I'm not a miracle-worker! If there's nothing I can do, there's nothing I can do!"
Trunks looked away for a moment in defeat, then threateningly glared at her, "If she dies..."
Bulma stared at him in shock. He saw the pain in her eyes and couldn't take it, so he just left and began aimlessly wandering the hallways of the huge building. Bulma hunched over Pan who was groaning in pain. A tear ran down the older woman's face, and she subconsciously noted that Vejeta had rubbed off on her as she quickly brushed it away.
"...Trunks cares about you so much... You better survive this, kid..."
Pan seemed to answer by rolling onto her side, half-sobbing and half- groaning in pain. Bulma's heart broke when she saw how much suffering Pan was going through and bent over to hug the younger girl gently. At the physical contact, Pan seemed to calm down a little, but she was still sobbing with tears running down her face.
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WAI, a semi-cliffhanger! I'm getting better at this! ^_~ Anywhoo, REVIEW, please! It motivates me to write, which gets more chapters out faster.
Chapter 6: "Genetics"
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Trunks looked up at Bulma, fear written all over his face. She walked up to him and sighed deeply.
"It is the same disease that attacked Goku... However, he didn't pick it up on Yardrat. It was genetic. From the looks of it, every person who has the Son blood in them has the possibility of it being activated. There's not really any one thing that activates it, so it's completely random. The really bad part is that the degree of pain is completely random, too. It looks like Goku's was a mild version. It's too soon to tell whether Pan's version is better or worse, but if it's worse, the current medicine isn't going to help much..."
Trunks stared at her, completely numb. He turned his gaze towards Pan and closed his eyes tightly. Bulma took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"I'll be spending as much time as possible to curing her... the only problem is if I do, I won't be able to help Videl."
"I'll help you... maybe then it won't take so long."
"Trunks, you can't... she's bonded to you, she needs you to watch over her."
"...Bonded?"
"Mm-hmm... the Saiya-jin bond. If you're far away from her, she'll grow weak, and that's the LAST thing we want at this point."
"...So I have to sit here until she gets better?"
"No, you can do other things around the house, just not for long periods of time and not much farther than the house."
Trunks fell silent, staring at Pan. Bulma ran a hand through her hair and went off to her lab, where she'd most likely be locked away for weeks.
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Earlier, Gohan and Goku were sitting on Kaio-sama's planet, concentrating with beads of sweat dripping down their foreheads. Gohan weakly opened one eye half-way and glanced at his father.
"Dad... is this what it felt like?"
"...Almost. Imagine it twice as bad, and there you have it."
"Argh... I can't believe you survived this as long as you did."
"...I was determined."
They both fell silent and went back to concentrating. Kaio-sama walked out of the main building on his planet and held his hands behind his back, intently watching Gohan and Goku.
-How amazing... they took on the girl's pain so she could get just a few hours of sleep...- he sighed deeply, -Oh... if anything happens to that girl, the whole planet is doomed.-
Gohan started breathing heavily, slowly losing control. He held his head in his hands and painfully took a deep breath and just barely managed to whisper something, "Pan... I'm sorry..."
He blacked out and fell over. Gohan's connection severed, Goku tried to bear the pain himself, but it was too much and he had to cut the connection with Pan. He took a deep breath, looking like a ton of bricks had just fallen off of him. He looked up and nodded his thanks to Kaio-sama before he flopped onto his back, staring at the sky and breathing heavily. Kaio- sama sighed deeply and went back into the house to begin dinner.
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It had already been one month... one month of constant pain and horrifying nightmares. Well, except for the couple hours of break Daddy and Grandpa gave me. Anyway, Trunks began to sink deeper and deeper into himself, being alone with an obsessed scientist and fatally ill girl. Not the best conditions. He constantly felt the tears welling up, but he was determined not to show any signs of weakness.
One day, I took a turn for the worse. Thankfully, Bulma had discovered that my version was a little bit worse than Goku's, but with some tweaking, Goku's original heart medication could cure me. That discovery cut the time it would take for my cure in half, but I still was getting steadily worse. I had gone through this for three months, and I was weak. I had to start fighting to stay myself as well as for my life. I was getting so exhausted...
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Trunks closed his eyes in pain when Pan began coughing violently. She rolled onto her side and coughed up some blood, which began soaking into the sheets. Trunks immediately cleaned her up and called for Bulma. His mother ran some more tests on her, growling at the results.
"It's...mutating..." she slammed a fist into a nearby wall and took a deep breath, "By the time I make that cure, it'll be useless. I've GOT to get ahead of this thing, or else... the problem is this is completely un- charted territory. Until it stops mutating, there's nothing I can do..."
Trunks narrowed his eyes and glared at Bulma, "What do you mean, there's nothing you can do?!"
"Trunks... I told you--"
"I don't care what you have to do, but you have to come up with a cure for her!"
"Look, I don't want her to die, either, okay?? I'm trying my best!"
"Obviously, your best isn't enough!"
"Trunks Vejeta Briefs, I'm not a miracle-worker! If there's nothing I can do, there's nothing I can do!"
Trunks looked away for a moment in defeat, then threateningly glared at her, "If she dies..."
Bulma stared at him in shock. He saw the pain in her eyes and couldn't take it, so he just left and began aimlessly wandering the hallways of the huge building. Bulma hunched over Pan who was groaning in pain. A tear ran down the older woman's face, and she subconsciously noted that Vejeta had rubbed off on her as she quickly brushed it away.
"...Trunks cares about you so much... You better survive this, kid..."
Pan seemed to answer by rolling onto her side, half-sobbing and half- groaning in pain. Bulma's heart broke when she saw how much suffering Pan was going through and bent over to hug the younger girl gently. At the physical contact, Pan seemed to calm down a little, but she was still sobbing with tears running down her face.
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WAI, a semi-cliffhanger! I'm getting better at this! ^_~ Anywhoo, REVIEW, please! It motivates me to write, which gets more chapters out faster.