Chapter Three: High Flying Fun
Bra sat at the edge of her brothers bed, watching him snore lightly in his sleep. Hey, brother? She whispered, but he didn't move. She whispered, slightly louder this time, but there was still no response. She yelled at the top of her lungs, shoving her brother to the floor, and luckily falling herself or she would have been hit by the staleto heel that came flying through the wall. Shut the f%!# up it there! Vegeta yelled from his bedroom. Bra cringed and stood up yelling Sorry Daddy. In the same sing-song voice she always used with her father. She heard him mumble something but her brother was up now and she had other things to worry about.
What the hell do you want? Trunks hissed, upset about his lost sleep. She turned to him, smiling and spoke in a sweet voice as if she wasn't the one who had awoken him from his slumber. Why can't I fly?
Trunks asked, wondering if her had heard wrong due to his lingering drowziness. Why can't I fly? She repeated, and Trunks scoffed, climbing back into bed. Because you can't fight. He answered just before falling back into sleep. Not satisfied with her brothers answer, Bra went down the hall towards her fathers gravity machine. She was forbidden to go inside due to a previous mishap, but Vegeta was asleep and she wasn't going to do much.
Pressing the button outside the wall, Bra stepped in and cringed at the smell of sweat and blood that filled the room. Running out she grabbed an air freshener from the bathroom and sprayed it all into the room. She coughed when she tried to enter and waited outside for the air to clear. Once the mist had settled she went back in and headed to the gravity controls. Hmm let's see. Daddy keeps it over 500 all the time so I guess 20 would be good for me. Without considering the consequences, she punched in the number and set the room's gravity. She immediately crashed to the floor, bones cracking throughout her body. She attempted to scream out in pain but her lungs were too compressed to allow air in or out. She struggled to move even the slightest bit, knowing she would die if she didn't, but her attempts were futile. She cried and even her tears hurt as they crashed down from her face onto her shoulder. Giving up any attemps to move she layed there in pain as the world faded out.
Quickly, call the doctor stat!
We need a blood transfusion here and quick! Find a type O and fast!
Get a resperator on that girl fast!
We need to pump her lungs! They've collapsed and filled with blood.
Prep this girl for surgery, she'll be in there a long time!
The various hospital sounds swirled around the seemingly uncaring man as his daughter was rushed away. Even his wife and son would have believed his disinterest had it not been for the incredible speed he had flown to the hopsital or how he had actually waited after getting her there.
After several minutes of waiting, a doctor came out of the surgical ward and approached the Briefs-Vegeta family. Without waiting Bulma walked up to him and asked if Bra would be alright. He sighed lightly before answering. To be perfectly honest, we have our doubts. By all rights your daughter should have died immediately if she fell out a 20 story window, especially landing on her feet. That is what happened, isn't it?
Bulma answered, lying as she always did about family injuries. The doctor nodded and continued. Your daughter seems to have an incredible healing system, similar to your son. The man looked over at the older son who was sitting on a couch. For years this man had treated the family and he was well aware of their body capabilities. Either way, at this point we can't be sure. She's broken a lot of bones, lost a lot of blood and her heart is in bad shape. Her lungs seem to have collapsed, which I must say is odd considering the circumstances. Has she had any respiratory problems before? Bulma shook her head no' and waited for the doctor to finish. Well Miss Briefs, that's all I can tell you for now. She'll be in surgery for atleast several hours but we're hoping for the best.
Turning back to her family, Bulma looked solemnly at her husband, who quickly turned away, and then to her stressed out son. She whispered. He immediately jumped in his seat, but settled back down when he realized his mother had just been talking to him. he asked in a horse voice before clearing his throat. What is it?
Well I haven't had time to tell anyone about what happened and I want to stay here in case the doctor comes back out, so can you call everyone to let them know?
Trunks answered. Do you have your cell phone? I forgot mine at home.
No, sorry. We were all in a rush this morning. Here, use this. She handed him a phonecard and pointed him to a row of payphones in the back right corner of the hospital lobby. He nodded and slowly walked to the phones. He had to wait awhile for one to free up, with the large numbers of family members alerting others of good and bad news. Once the elderly woman on the end finished talking about her grandsons broken leg he quickly took the spot and slid in his mom's card.
next scene color coded because many people are talking
'Hmm let's see. I guess I should call the Son's first since they know her best. Quickly punching in the number he listened to the ringing on the other line. One, two, three, here we go four' click Hello, Son residence, Videl speaking.
Hi Videl? It's Trunks. Listen I have some bad news to give you. Umm I'm at the hospital now beca-
What'd your father do this time? I swear if he wasn't so obsessed with beating Goku he might hurt himself a lot less! And another thing-
No! No. Videl it's Bra.
What? Bra?
Yeah. She went into the gravity room and somehow the machine got turned on to twenty. Her whole body just got crushed.
Oh Kami, you're serious?
Yeah. Unfortunately the doctors can't tell us anything right now. They they Trunks swallowed hard and tried to calm himself while Videl waited anxiously. They don't know if she's gonna make it.
Oh dear. Do, huh? Hold on. It's Trunks. Bra got really hurt. I'll explain later. Hey!
You better not be lying man!
Huh? Goten?
Tell me!
Look, I'm serious. She got crushed by the gravity machine.
You're goddamn father! He probably left it on. I swear I should just kick his ass right now!
What is this, beat on my father day?
Bu- but BRA! Bra's on the phone? Okay.
Hi Bra?
Wha? Pan? What are you doing on the phone?
Trunks? Hey, what is this. Goten! You said Bra was on the phone!
Whoa, don't yell so loud kid, I'm right here. And I never said she was on the phone, just her name.
oh. Oh well. What's up Trunks? Askin Goten on a date or something?
::sigh:: I wish.
Ha ha! Don't have the guts to confess true love?
Pan shut up! Bra's dying.
Oh geez. She's actually dying. Like kinda don't have the dragonballs so bye for good' dying?
Yeah. The doctors don't know what to do. The hospital said she might be okay, but they doubt it at this point. We're hopeful but
Man. I don't believe this.
Pan? Are you okay?
MY BEST FRIENDS DEAD!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
Both men covered there ears against Pan's cries. Despite her being sixteen, she could still wail.
Pan. She isn't dead, and she might be okay. You just gotta have faith in her and maybe things will work out. Alright?
::sniff:: I guess so. Can I go see Bra?
Not now, but soon, Okay?
Okay, now go relax while I talk to your uncle dear.
I'm sixteen, not six. Stop treating me like a little kid.
But you were just- click
Heh heh. Don't sweat it man. Listen, you sound beat. Anything I can do?
Sure. You wanna talk to your family about what happened and have Gohan call everyone else. You were the first ones I called.
Really? I'm honored :)
Stop joking at a time like this :(
Sorry ^_^;;
Just do what I said, okay?