Hola, and welcome back to Hope Lives On! I'm sorry that I haven't written
on this for a while. I've been trying to finish up a different chapter fic
that I've been doing lately. However, once it's done, I'll work on this
one more. Well, enjoy this new chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.
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Hope Lives On
By: Ponytail Goddess
Chapter 7: The Appointment
Hope groaned as the car suddenly haulted. She was really tired. Bulma had woken her up at an insane hour in the morning to go to this eye appointment. Hope felt like she could sleep at least three more hours.
She wasn't very excited either. Usually when she went to doctors there was no cure. Hope had learned not to get excited about them or else you could be easily let down.
"We're here Hope-chan!" Bulma said with obvious excitement in her voice. She seemed to really think that this someone could really do it. Mr. What's his name? Experte or something.......
Hope felt around for the latch to open the car door and quickly undid it. Slowly she pushed the door open and got out.
"Oh, I was going to get that for you Hope-chan." Bulma stated, now very close to her.
"Don't worry about me Grandma Bulma; I can manage alright on my own. Really." She stated, putting on a weak smile.
Regardless of what was just said, Bulma took Hope's hand and led her into the new building. Hope sat where she was told to while Bulma went and talked to the secretary.
Hope shivered. It was cold in this office, and it had that eerie hospital smell. Hope decided that she didn't like this place at all.
*No, think positively Hope. Bulma's trying to help you. Try to look happy.*
She tried. It failed.
This unhappiness was also due to her lost ring. She kept feeling her finger for the familiar ring, but it was not there. *I wish I had his ring. Or even better yet, I wish I had Gosan or papa-san here.*
*I wonder when I'll get to go back to the future..........*
She thought of her grandfather working diligently on a new time machine to use to come and retrieve her from this odd time. The thought was laced with love and brought a small smile to her face. Yes, that was exactly what her grandfather was doing right at this very moment. And her father was probably there with him, helping him as best as he could.
"Hope-chan", Bulma called out, interrupting her lovely visions, "It's your turn."
Bulma took her hand and they walked slowly and carefully into a new room. She was instructed to sit down in a chair, which she did. As always, she crossed her legs and waited for someone to say something.
"Hello Briefs Hope. I'm Dr. Experte. May I look at your eyes?"
"Yes sir."
He took her face in his hands and it was slowly rotated back and forth. "I'm going to run some tests on your eyes. I need to know exactly why your eyes aren't working before I can do anything to help you out."
"Ok"
And so that's how the rest of the morning and afternoon went for Hope. Hope and Bulma left with Dr. Experte saying that he'd give Bulma a call soon and then they'd figure out what to do about Hope's eyes.
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Ever-so-slowly, Miari Trunks arose. The pain was intense. Everything throbbed violently. He growled.
His son was dead. His granddaughter gone away.
What was he going to do?
The world lay in ruins before him. He was the soul survivor. The only one. Tears streamed down his face. There had been nothing that he could do to prevent this. He hadn't been able to save them any more from Terror than from the androids.
*I'm so useless!*
He thought of Hope. Had she even lived through the landing? If she didn't....
*Oh Kami, if she died it's all my fault.......*
He dragged himself foreward towards his house, which was amazingly still partially standing. It was in better condition than the others around it. They lay totally demolished.
His legs were broken. His arms bloody. Still, he pulled his weight towards that house as if his life depended upon it. He was determined to make it.
Now he had motivation. His granddaughter. Hope-chan. He had to know if she was alright. He would have to get better in order to be capable of making another time machine. Then he'd go and see how she was, or at least find out what had happened to her. Surely someone in that time would know about her fate.
After making it in through the broken door, he pulled himself up on the couch to rest. Blood was streaming onto the white carpeting. *If my mother was here to see this she'd have a cow.........*
He stared across the room at the picture that hung on the wall. It was him and his mother after he had defeated the androids and Cell. He started to feel himself slipping away........
*Mom.........I could join you in heaven.........*
He then glanced at the broken picture frame that was on the ground. Hope-chan and his son Trunks Jr.
Hope.
No, he couldn't let go now. She needed him to come and get her. Quickly, Trunks rolled off of the couch and somehow made it to the bathroom.
*I'll join you there later mother. Right now, I'm needed here.*
He put towels on his legs, soaking up blood. He applied pressure to them to stop the bleeding as best as he could. Soon, he would have to make up two homemade splints of some sort and put them on.
*Don't worry Hope-chan. I'll be there as soon as I can.*
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Bulma hung up the phone giddily. "HOPE-CHAN!!!!!! HOPE!!! HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Vegeta covered his ears at the dinner table. "QUIT YOUR BELLOWING WOMAN!!! SHE'S RIGHT HERE, NOT 100 FEET AWAY!!!!!"
She paid no attention to Vegeta's comments and went straight to her great granddaughter. "That was Dr. Experte Hope-chan! He thinks that he can bring back some of your eye sight!!!!!!"
She stopped chewing her food after hearing this and her chopsticks fell from her dainty fingers. Her hand, which was still halfway up to her mouth, shook with shock.
Finally, she forced herself to swallow. "R-really..........?"
"Yes", Bulma whispered, tears filling her eyes. Her granddaughter would soon get to see!!!
Bulma walked over to Hope and gave her a hug. It was returned immediately. "Thank you Bulma-san", she whispered.
"You're welcome sweetheart. You're welcome."
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Well, did you like it? Please review. Thanks. There will be more up soon!
-P.G.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.
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Hope Lives On
By: Ponytail Goddess
Chapter 7: The Appointment
Hope groaned as the car suddenly haulted. She was really tired. Bulma had woken her up at an insane hour in the morning to go to this eye appointment. Hope felt like she could sleep at least three more hours.
She wasn't very excited either. Usually when she went to doctors there was no cure. Hope had learned not to get excited about them or else you could be easily let down.
"We're here Hope-chan!" Bulma said with obvious excitement in her voice. She seemed to really think that this someone could really do it. Mr. What's his name? Experte or something.......
Hope felt around for the latch to open the car door and quickly undid it. Slowly she pushed the door open and got out.
"Oh, I was going to get that for you Hope-chan." Bulma stated, now very close to her.
"Don't worry about me Grandma Bulma; I can manage alright on my own. Really." She stated, putting on a weak smile.
Regardless of what was just said, Bulma took Hope's hand and led her into the new building. Hope sat where she was told to while Bulma went and talked to the secretary.
Hope shivered. It was cold in this office, and it had that eerie hospital smell. Hope decided that she didn't like this place at all.
*No, think positively Hope. Bulma's trying to help you. Try to look happy.*
She tried. It failed.
This unhappiness was also due to her lost ring. She kept feeling her finger for the familiar ring, but it was not there. *I wish I had his ring. Or even better yet, I wish I had Gosan or papa-san here.*
*I wonder when I'll get to go back to the future..........*
She thought of her grandfather working diligently on a new time machine to use to come and retrieve her from this odd time. The thought was laced with love and brought a small smile to her face. Yes, that was exactly what her grandfather was doing right at this very moment. And her father was probably there with him, helping him as best as he could.
"Hope-chan", Bulma called out, interrupting her lovely visions, "It's your turn."
Bulma took her hand and they walked slowly and carefully into a new room. She was instructed to sit down in a chair, which she did. As always, she crossed her legs and waited for someone to say something.
"Hello Briefs Hope. I'm Dr. Experte. May I look at your eyes?"
"Yes sir."
He took her face in his hands and it was slowly rotated back and forth. "I'm going to run some tests on your eyes. I need to know exactly why your eyes aren't working before I can do anything to help you out."
"Ok"
And so that's how the rest of the morning and afternoon went for Hope. Hope and Bulma left with Dr. Experte saying that he'd give Bulma a call soon and then they'd figure out what to do about Hope's eyes.
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Ever-so-slowly, Miari Trunks arose. The pain was intense. Everything throbbed violently. He growled.
His son was dead. His granddaughter gone away.
What was he going to do?
The world lay in ruins before him. He was the soul survivor. The only one. Tears streamed down his face. There had been nothing that he could do to prevent this. He hadn't been able to save them any more from Terror than from the androids.
*I'm so useless!*
He thought of Hope. Had she even lived through the landing? If she didn't....
*Oh Kami, if she died it's all my fault.......*
He dragged himself foreward towards his house, which was amazingly still partially standing. It was in better condition than the others around it. They lay totally demolished.
His legs were broken. His arms bloody. Still, he pulled his weight towards that house as if his life depended upon it. He was determined to make it.
Now he had motivation. His granddaughter. Hope-chan. He had to know if she was alright. He would have to get better in order to be capable of making another time machine. Then he'd go and see how she was, or at least find out what had happened to her. Surely someone in that time would know about her fate.
After making it in through the broken door, he pulled himself up on the couch to rest. Blood was streaming onto the white carpeting. *If my mother was here to see this she'd have a cow.........*
He stared across the room at the picture that hung on the wall. It was him and his mother after he had defeated the androids and Cell. He started to feel himself slipping away........
*Mom.........I could join you in heaven.........*
He then glanced at the broken picture frame that was on the ground. Hope-chan and his son Trunks Jr.
Hope.
No, he couldn't let go now. She needed him to come and get her. Quickly, Trunks rolled off of the couch and somehow made it to the bathroom.
*I'll join you there later mother. Right now, I'm needed here.*
He put towels on his legs, soaking up blood. He applied pressure to them to stop the bleeding as best as he could. Soon, he would have to make up two homemade splints of some sort and put them on.
*Don't worry Hope-chan. I'll be there as soon as I can.*
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Bulma hung up the phone giddily. "HOPE-CHAN!!!!!! HOPE!!! HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Vegeta covered his ears at the dinner table. "QUIT YOUR BELLOWING WOMAN!!! SHE'S RIGHT HERE, NOT 100 FEET AWAY!!!!!"
She paid no attention to Vegeta's comments and went straight to her great granddaughter. "That was Dr. Experte Hope-chan! He thinks that he can bring back some of your eye sight!!!!!!"
She stopped chewing her food after hearing this and her chopsticks fell from her dainty fingers. Her hand, which was still halfway up to her mouth, shook with shock.
Finally, she forced herself to swallow. "R-really..........?"
"Yes", Bulma whispered, tears filling her eyes. Her granddaughter would soon get to see!!!
Bulma walked over to Hope and gave her a hug. It was returned immediately. "Thank you Bulma-san", she whispered.
"You're welcome sweetheart. You're welcome."
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Well, did you like it? Please review. Thanks. There will be more up soon!
-P.G.