I woke up in my bed, confused and kind of soapy. I sat up and looked around. Yet again, I had no idea how I got there. "Uhhh..." I scratched the back of my neck, feeling the little hairs rise up as the cold air rushed in through the open window. I slowly edged my way to the side of the bed, letting my feet drape over. I pulled my arms behind my head, and layed back, dressing my feet with my eyes. "Wonder who opened that window..." I said trailing off. Still half asleep. I dragged myself up, just enough to see out the side of the cracked bedroom door. Bulma was running around down stairs screaming profanitys at Shawn. Shawn, In defence, Began saying his part in the story, yet it wasn't valid by Bulma's standards, and Bulma began screaming again. "Shawn doesn't have a chance." I said, leaning forward, cradling my head in my hands. As I began to slouch, foot steps ran up the stairs. My bedroom door flew open, as Shawn saut refuge in my room from Bulma. The now crazed maniac chasing men with pans. "SHAWN!" I screamed as I pulled the covers up to my nose. "OH! IM SORRY!!" Shawn yelled. I eyed him for a minute before Trunks pushed his way into the room. "What is going on!?" Trunks yelled, pulling his T-shirt over his head. "Im REALLY sorry, But your mom is chasing me with pans!!" Shawn said in a panic, pushing the door shut again.

Bulma began to pound on the door. "SHAWN! I KNOW YOUR IN THERE!" Shawn winced as the harsh reality of his punishment sunk in. Bulma lodged her pan handle into the wedge of the door. "COME OUT, YOU COWARD!" Shawn Looked out the window. "Exactly how hard do you think I'd hit if I jumped?" Shawn tried his best to look out the window while keeping the door shut. "Pretty hard. It's 5 storys." Trunks said adujusting his pajama pants. "Crap. Should I just let her in...?" Shawn said, letting his force on the door soften. "Might as well. It's that or jump." I said, my nose just over the crease of the comforter, muffling my voice. Just then, Shawn lunged out of the way of the door and onto my bed. "NO!" I said screaming, kicking him off with my feet and pulling on the bedding. "GAH!" Shawn yelled as Bulma ran into the room, and tackled him and began to hit him with a frying pan into unconciousness.

Shawn lay sprawled out on the hospital bed, unaware of the concusion Bulma had caused. The doctors ensued their proding, and enjections, while Trunks, Bulma and I sit in the waiting room, waiting to hear from Dr.Pane about Shawn's condition. I hit my fist against the vending machine's buttons. "C'mon... C'mon..." The stubborn buttons had gotten jammed, preventing me from getting my candy, nor my money back. "I hope Shawns OK." Trunks began to fiddle with his shirt collar, trying to keep him self entertained. "I didnt even hit him that hard..." Bulma said, pulling some LifeSavers out of her pocket, chewing on them almost instantly. Bulma picked up a Woman's Day magazine. "You know the doctor is going to want to know how this happened." I rubbed my temples, annoyed by the vending machine. "Who's going to tell him?" Bulma peered up from her magazine. "N-not me..." Bulma stuttered. Trunks glared at his mother. "You did this, you should explain it!" Trunks huffed and snatched a life saver from his mother's hand. "Fine... I'll tell him. But I dont think I want to be the one to tell Shawn about this. Someone else can." Bulma began to flip through pages, glancing for a second, then turning the pages so fast, they nearly ripped.

Doctor Pane walked out of the room where Shawn was, and began to slowly tread his way down the hall into the waiting room. "Mrs.Briefs?" A slender yet well built 40 year old man walked into the room. The doctor stood around 6'3. His auburn brown hair shined under the dim hospital lighting. His almost ice blue eyes twinkled with a childhood shimmer. This sending Bulma into a panic. "Y-yes!" Bulma said with a crack in her voice, sounding famillar to a 13 year old boy's journey to man hood. "Uh, Hello. Im Dr.Pane... I'm Shawn's doctor. His condition is stabilized at this time, but I'd like him to stay here over night so we can keep an eye on him." Bulma stood, her bottom lip quivering with excitment, trying to look as serious as possible. Trunks glanced at his mother, and then at the doctor. He knew his mom was like putty now. Dr.Pane looked off his charts and then back at Bulma. "Would anyone like to tell me how this happened?" He ran his hands through his wavy hair, almost killing Bulma. "Yes... Um... He was walking into the work room, see, he's one of our employees. Anyways, he was walking to the tool box, and the stack of metal poles unlached itself from the supports... and he got beamed in the head!" Bulma shook nervously. "Well the lab results show there was a high ammount of iron in the wound, as well as it being in the shape of a pan like structure." I was shocked that the lab could prove so much. "Well I dont know how that happened..." Bulma said edging twards him. "But maybe we could talk about this over coffee..." Bulma stood a little closer to him. Trunks shook his head in disgust. "Sure. I'd like that." Dr.Pane said, dropping the chart to his side. Bulma and Dr.Pane walked out, arms cuffed through the automatic doors.

Trunks and I got permission from a nurse to go see Shawn in his room. As the nurses cleared the room, the shadow of Shawn's head reflected on the wall, painted a faded pink. "Shawn...?" I said, pulling the curtains to the side. As we walked in, Shawn's face was bruised and his face bandaged. "Oh Trunks... look at him... Your mom totaly ruined his face..." I pulled my hair behind my ears. "Yeah. She did give him a harsh beating..." Trunks said, putting his hands in his jean pockets. I walked over to the edge of Shawn's bed, glancing at all the tubing he was hooked up to. Just as I reached out to pull a sheet up over his chest, his eyes fluttered open a little. "uhhh...." He moaned as he struggled to open his eyes. "Serena, is he waking up?" Trunks said, walking a little closer to the bed. "Yes... I think so..." Shawn glanced up at me. "It's... *cough*... an... angel..." I blinked. "What???" I said in shock. "Thank you... I'm... at peace.. now with... God... and the... Angels... Now..." He said, his eyes now half way open. Trunks began to laugh. "He thinks he's dead!" I leaned back and hit Trunks in the chest. "Be nice! your mom just beat the crap out of him!" Shawn let out a sigh and looked at me again. "You must be... The messanger... angel... here to get me...." He said with a little smile on his face. I looked down a him and smiled a little. "No Shawn, your alive. Your going to be OK now." Shawn shook his head slowly. "No, you dont.. need to lie... to me... I'm dead..." "No, your not." I said, putting my hand on my hip. "Oh angel... thank you... you saved me... didn't you...?" I paused. "Er... yes. I saved you. And now you are well." Shawn smiled a little wider. "Thank you..." He said, and fell asleep. Trunks stood, astonished at my abilitys. "Lets go home." I said wrapping my arms around Trunk's chest. Trunks nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Lets go home."

When we got home, all the lights were off in the house. Trunks and I walked to the front door and began to turn the knob, when we heard the noise of some old love music. "Did you leave the radio on?" Trunks asked. "No, I haven't used it for a while now." I answered, peering in through the window. Trunks opened the door, only to find his mother and Dr.Pane making out on the couch. Trunks and I stood in the door way, mouths gaping open. Bulma whiplashed her head around. "T-TRUNKS!" Bulma yelled. Bulma pulled herself off of Dr.Pane, who was obviously absorbed in the moment. "Your home early!!" she said, running to the radio. Trunks blinked in confusion. "Eh heh... Trunks honey... this isn't what it looks like." Just then, Mrs.Briefs walked into the room, carrying a try of strawberries and whipped cream. "Oh! Hello Trunks! Your mother and her friend were going to listen to music and study the Wachunka tribe ways of mating! Would you like to stay and help?" She said, putting down the tray. As she dropped the bowl to the table, Trunks turned and left the house, myself included.

Trunks and I decided we would just leave the house for a while, giving Bulma and Dr.Pane enough time to do what ever they began. Trunks and I arrived at Ginger City Mall a little past 4, hoping to do a little shopping for training clothes. When we walked into the mall, the aroma of perfume made me dizzy as I took my first breath of air in the mall. As we turned the corner into the center of the mall, the lighting blurred a bit, as the white walls, tile, and shops shined brightly. "I think there is a Satan training store over here somewhere... Yeah. Im positive there is." Trunks said, squinting to see across the walk way. We began our little trip around the mall with some window shopping. Mostly me stopping and staring at some nice looking shoes. Mostly Skechers and Nike's. After doing a little window shopping and a couple of buying stops, we sat and talked on one of the benches. "So how long do you think your mom and Dr.Pane are going to take...?" I asked, pulling on a new pair of white Skechers. "Probably not long. But we want them to feel guilty. So we'll be out for a while." Trunks said laughing. I shook my head grining. Just as I pulled my head up, a gaggle of teenage girls came walking down the strech of tile. "Oh brother." I said looking at their low rise jeans and tackly highlights. "Oh no..." Trunks choked out.