Hey i told you that i would get this next chappie out fast. I will probably
leave you hanging again. This story has its ups and downs so i'm just
preparing you for this.. (i just watched a walk to remember but that has
something to do with this. . . it's supposed to be really sad and YOU'LL
FIND PUT IF U KEEP ON READIN!!!!!) so keep on reading and i'll make the
story go on and on and on for your pleasure. So0o R/R
pleaaaazzzzeeeeee!!!!! LuV yAaZz ~*~ Ki ~*~
Disclaimer: Okay you know it and I know it.. I don't own any of the DB, DBZ, or DBGT characters.. Why do u have to do this goddamned disclaimer thingy anyway??
* *- dreams
()- my thoughts
' ' - thought
Pan: 17
Marron: 20
Bra: 22
Trunks: 29
Goten: 28
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Was It Meant to Be?
By: EmInEmZbAbE143
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Chappie 4
"It was really about Mar." Bra said.
"Marron?! You mean the girl with the blonde hair... OUR FRIEND?" Pan said shocked.
"Yeah. I was like fucking shocked when I heard that because I thought that they were like enemies and they hated each other and JESUS CHRIST!" Bra yelled.
"BRA WATCH YOUR MOUTH!!" Bulm ayelled angrily from the kitchen.
"How the hell did she hear me?" Bra whispered.
"Mother's have sharp hearing. My mom hears everything I say and then yells at me after. I hate that." Pan said.
"Yeah... anyway... What the hell is my mother making Goten and Marron do in the kitchen?" Bra said.
Marron then poked her head out from the kitchen.
"Guys please help us.. she's making us work." Marron said quickly and then going back into the kitchen.
Goten then poked his head out from the kitchen.
"We could really use your damn help you lazy asses." Goten whispered quickly and shut the door.
Pan and Bra let out an angry sigh and got up.
They walked over to the kitchen and opened the door.
That was followed by a a gasp.
"The fuck?" Pan and Bra said.
There was a huge amout of dishes piled up on top of each other in the sink.
There was a large amout of paper plates, cups, plastic forks, spoons, knives, and napkins on the floor.
"Oh good you girls are here. Could you give these two a hand?" Bulma asked sweetly with a 'you better help now' look on her face.
"Yeah sure. No problem. Yeah." Bra and Pan said.
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The Next Day
Marron sat in her doctor's office, clutching the hand of her mother, who sat clutching the hand of her father, and stared at the familiar face of Dr. Dade.
"H-How can this be?" her mother asked.
"We thought that it was just the flu," her father gasped.
Marron said nothing.
She couldn't think clearly, much less talk.
Yet, the look on Dr. Dade's face told them that he was not joking.
The look on his tanned, lined face told them that he was deadly serious.
"The preliminary tests are back." The elderly doctor said, his penetrating brown eyes grave with concern. "The tests point to cancer, specifically, acute lymphocytic leukemia. It's one of the most commons forms of cancer around kids like you. A bone marrow aspiration will confirm the preliminary diagnosis." His voice sounded concern, but final.
A kid! That's what I am what the hell is this doctor's problem, Marron thought.
She wasn't a kid, just four months over her twenith birthday. . . a college student. . . cheerleader for Reggie Garland College. . . daughter of Krillen and 18 Chesnut. . . super fan of Mandy Moore. . . collector of teddy bears and seashells . . . a resident of Toyko, Japan . . . and now a victim of cancer.
"Are you going to be my doctor, Dr. Dade?" she asked, her voice trembling
. Don't cry! she pleaded to herself. Please don't start crying, Marron. Don't be a baby!
Dr. Dade shook his head.
He reached forward and took her free hand in his.
Looking deep into her blue eyes he said, "I've treated you since you were born, Marron sweetheart. I've seen you through the chicken pox, lots of colds and flus, some ear infections and even a broken arm and leg."
She nodded, remembering their medical history together.
"But," he continued, "you need specialists for this sweetie. . . doctors who treat kids with cancer. . . doctors who will be able to help you fight off the disease with today's modern weapons." He paused sensing her distress.
"But I will come visit you regularly at the Toyko Hospital."
"Hospital?!" Marron gasped.
Bewildered, she looked at her parents.
"I've got to go to the hospital? I-I don't want to!" she protested.
Her father intervented.
"Dr. Dade this diagnosis is hard to accept," he said.
His tone soundend angry.
"How can you be sure? I mean, a week ago we brought Marron in for a checkup because she as tired all the time. And now you say 'cancer.' We want a second opinion."
Her mother agreed.
Marron felt sorry for her parents.
They looked so scared.
"I sent a blood sample when she was here," Dr. Dade told them. "I suspected it then. Her symptoms were classic. . . chronic sore throat, swollen glands, weakness and constant fatigue. . . and with the unexplained bruises on her amrs and legs, and bleeding without clotting. At the hospital, they will do the bone marrow aspiration test I mentioned. That will confirm the diagnosis."
Marron looked down self-consiously at her legs.
The huge, angry-looking bruises glared back at her.
They had been a road sign to Dr. Dade, a road sign that said Cancer.
She had thought she was getting them at cheerleading practice.
"Those symptoms could just be the flu," Krillen snapped.
"It isn't the flu. . . " Dr. Dade said quietly.
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AwWwWwW i'm about to cry ... i told you that this story was going to have its ups and downs. What do you think Trunks and Bra and Goten and Pan would say? I feel so bad for Krillen and 18. I feel so evil! Waahhhh... anyway i'll start up on another chappie now...
~*~ Ki ~*~
Disclaimer: Okay you know it and I know it.. I don't own any of the DB, DBZ, or DBGT characters.. Why do u have to do this goddamned disclaimer thingy anyway??
* *- dreams
()- my thoughts
' ' - thought
Pan: 17
Marron: 20
Bra: 22
Trunks: 29
Goten: 28
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Was It Meant to Be?
By: EmInEmZbAbE143
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chappie 4
"It was really about Mar." Bra said.
"Marron?! You mean the girl with the blonde hair... OUR FRIEND?" Pan said shocked.
"Yeah. I was like fucking shocked when I heard that because I thought that they were like enemies and they hated each other and JESUS CHRIST!" Bra yelled.
"BRA WATCH YOUR MOUTH!!" Bulm ayelled angrily from the kitchen.
"How the hell did she hear me?" Bra whispered.
"Mother's have sharp hearing. My mom hears everything I say and then yells at me after. I hate that." Pan said.
"Yeah... anyway... What the hell is my mother making Goten and Marron do in the kitchen?" Bra said.
Marron then poked her head out from the kitchen.
"Guys please help us.. she's making us work." Marron said quickly and then going back into the kitchen.
Goten then poked his head out from the kitchen.
"We could really use your damn help you lazy asses." Goten whispered quickly and shut the door.
Pan and Bra let out an angry sigh and got up.
They walked over to the kitchen and opened the door.
That was followed by a a gasp.
"The fuck?" Pan and Bra said.
There was a huge amout of dishes piled up on top of each other in the sink.
There was a large amout of paper plates, cups, plastic forks, spoons, knives, and napkins on the floor.
"Oh good you girls are here. Could you give these two a hand?" Bulma asked sweetly with a 'you better help now' look on her face.
"Yeah sure. No problem. Yeah." Bra and Pan said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Next Day
Marron sat in her doctor's office, clutching the hand of her mother, who sat clutching the hand of her father, and stared at the familiar face of Dr. Dade.
"H-How can this be?" her mother asked.
"We thought that it was just the flu," her father gasped.
Marron said nothing.
She couldn't think clearly, much less talk.
Yet, the look on Dr. Dade's face told them that he was not joking.
The look on his tanned, lined face told them that he was deadly serious.
"The preliminary tests are back." The elderly doctor said, his penetrating brown eyes grave with concern. "The tests point to cancer, specifically, acute lymphocytic leukemia. It's one of the most commons forms of cancer around kids like you. A bone marrow aspiration will confirm the preliminary diagnosis." His voice sounded concern, but final.
A kid! That's what I am what the hell is this doctor's problem, Marron thought.
She wasn't a kid, just four months over her twenith birthday. . . a college student. . . cheerleader for Reggie Garland College. . . daughter of Krillen and 18 Chesnut. . . super fan of Mandy Moore. . . collector of teddy bears and seashells . . . a resident of Toyko, Japan . . . and now a victim of cancer.
"Are you going to be my doctor, Dr. Dade?" she asked, her voice trembling
. Don't cry! she pleaded to herself. Please don't start crying, Marron. Don't be a baby!
Dr. Dade shook his head.
He reached forward and took her free hand in his.
Looking deep into her blue eyes he said, "I've treated you since you were born, Marron sweetheart. I've seen you through the chicken pox, lots of colds and flus, some ear infections and even a broken arm and leg."
She nodded, remembering their medical history together.
"But," he continued, "you need specialists for this sweetie. . . doctors who treat kids with cancer. . . doctors who will be able to help you fight off the disease with today's modern weapons." He paused sensing her distress.
"But I will come visit you regularly at the Toyko Hospital."
"Hospital?!" Marron gasped.
Bewildered, she looked at her parents.
"I've got to go to the hospital? I-I don't want to!" she protested.
Her father intervented.
"Dr. Dade this diagnosis is hard to accept," he said.
His tone soundend angry.
"How can you be sure? I mean, a week ago we brought Marron in for a checkup because she as tired all the time. And now you say 'cancer.' We want a second opinion."
Her mother agreed.
Marron felt sorry for her parents.
They looked so scared.
"I sent a blood sample when she was here," Dr. Dade told them. "I suspected it then. Her symptoms were classic. . . chronic sore throat, swollen glands, weakness and constant fatigue. . . and with the unexplained bruises on her amrs and legs, and bleeding without clotting. At the hospital, they will do the bone marrow aspiration test I mentioned. That will confirm the diagnosis."
Marron looked down self-consiously at her legs.
The huge, angry-looking bruises glared back at her.
They had been a road sign to Dr. Dade, a road sign that said Cancer.
She had thought she was getting them at cheerleading practice.
"Those symptoms could just be the flu," Krillen snapped.
"It isn't the flu. . . " Dr. Dade said quietly.
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AwWwWwW i'm about to cry ... i told you that this story was going to have its ups and downs. What do you think Trunks and Bra and Goten and Pan would say? I feel so bad for Krillen and 18. I feel so evil! Waahhhh... anyway i'll start up on another chappie now...
~*~ Ki ~*~