Unexpected Occurrences
Chapter 5: The Visit



Trunks drove all the way to the hospital. He wasn't going to let Cameron touch Pan again. Something told him that once Cameron was healed that he would go after to her again. That was one of his traits. He was very determined. He wouldn't stop till he got his goal. It use to be one of his good ones until this.

Soon the hospital came into view. Trunks walked inside. He saw the assistant's desk. Trunks trying to hide the anger in his voice, walked to her desk. The assistant looked up. She had long, blonde hair and green eyes. She was attractive by first glance, but Trunks started to get irritated with her obvious flirting. She was batting her eyes like she had a problem with them.

Feed up, Trunks rudely shouted, "Excuse Me Miss, but can you quit with your flirting. I only asked you a simple question. WHERE IS CAMERON JONES'S ROOM?"

Embarrassed, the assistant showed him to the room, but not before slipping a paper in his pocket. Trunks looked at the paper. It read: Monica (555) 555-6677. Trunks rolled his eyes and threw the paper in a nearby garbage can. – Women! They never stop. – Trunks looked up at the room number. B1256.

Trunks didn't bother to knock on the door. He just barged right in. Cameron didn't deserve that kind of respect. When he opened the door, he had to keep himself from vomiting. The smell was overwhelming. It smelled like beer that was spilled and left for weeks.

Trunks, much to his delight, was getting over the smell. He looked around the room. There were two beds with a curtain separating in the middle. In one of the beds there was an elderly man on a respirator. He looked 85ish. It looked as if he was receiving poor care. Trunks made a mental note to complain when he was done with his business.

He looked over toward the other bed. Cameron had a body cast from mid torso to his ankles. His head bandage was soaked with blood. Trunks almost felt sorry for him. Almost, that is. And we all know that almost doesn't count.

Trunks walked over to him. Cameron seeing Trunks put his bed in the reclining position. This didn't make Trunks happy; the fact that he was trying to meet his level. What made him even more pissed off was the look on Cameron's face.

Cameron was smirking like he had won a million dollars. You mistake it for anything else, but for victory. Victory that he almost had over Pan. All the respect that Trunks ever had for him was shattered.

"Now, Now look who it is. My best friend in the whole entire world, Trunks." stated a rather smug looking Cameron. Even when he was in the most excruciating pain; he still had the nerve to rub it in Trunks's face. Trunks cringed as he said those words. He looked as if he might kill him right then and there; but Trunks had far better ways to punish him.

"I wouldn't be so smug, if I were you."

"Why so much hostility? What did I ever do to you?" asked Cameron innocently.

"Don't play fucking dumb with me."

"Such mighty words for such an asshole."

"Cameron, I would keep you trap shut before something happens to you."

"Oohh, I'm shaking in my boots. What are you going to do? Beat me up again."

"I wouldn't give you the satisfaction. There are other things that I could do to you."

"What is that?"

Trunks walked up to Cameron. He leaned over to his ear, so that he made sure that he heard. Trunks formed a ki ball and raised it to Cameron's manhood. He whispered into his ear, "I will take away the most valuable thing to you; so that you won't use it ever again. Then, I would slowly take you apart piece by piece; making sure that you felt every bone in your body breaking agonizingly slow."

Cameron's eye went wide as Trunks slowly brought the ki ball closer to his manhood. It was so close that it felt like it was deteriorating. Trunks within seconds could of made him feel the greatest pain ever was experienced; but as quickly as the ki ball appeared did it disappear.

Trunks slowly backed away from Cameron smiling. Cameron quickly gaining composure glared at him. "You are bluffing. You wouldn't do that to me. Pan wouldn't let you. You know just as well as I do that I will get Pan back. She will be mine. I can promise you that much."

Trunks holding himself from killing Cameron replied, "If you don't stay away from her, I will carry out my threat. The only reason why I'm not doing it now is that Saiyans never attack while a man is down." And with that said, Trunks turned to leave, but not before Cameron shouting one more thing. "I will get her."

Trunks turned around in a flash of the eye and threw a ki ball at Cameron. He smirked at him before turning and leaving. Cameron eyes were wide, he looked to where Trunks had throw the ball. If any closer, it would have been at his manhood.

Trunks got into his car. He was heading home. When he got to the house, he heard yelling. Bulma had heard him pulling up in the driveway. "TRUNKS, GET IN HERE NOW!" Trunks knowing better quickly walked to his mother.

"What ever it is, I didn't do it, I swear." said Trunks seriously.

Bulma looked at her son, with a confused expression. When it finally registered in her head she laughed. "Not that silly. There is going to be a party tomorrow. I just wanted to let you know."

"All right, mother." replied Trunks. – This is going to be interesting. - …



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