Bubun: Nana

Trunks woke up with a start in unbelievable pain. He could tell she had hurt him a lot. Damn bitch would pay one of these days, probably or rather hopefully very soon. He tried getting up and swore as he felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

If not two, at least one rib was definitely broken. He quickly buried the pain in his head and stood up, his arms holding his stomach for support. Walking down the hall he leaned against the wall so that he didn't fall over. Little black dots of pain went over his eyes, but it wasn't so bad compared to other battle injuries he'd been inflicted with. The worst was that his breathing hurt his stomach even more.

Finally Trunks reached the bathroom, hopefully there would be some sort pain relevant or two, seeing the senzu beans didn't exactly work for him. He grabbed a bottle of Advil and had a couple, which probably wouldn't do too much.

He sat down leaning against the wall, he had to swallow any pride or dignity he had left and phone the hospital. He coughed and felt blood tickle down his chin. He wiped it away. This wasn't healthy. It was then when, like on cue, Bra came into the bathroom and saw Trunks sitting there.

"Trunks? Are you ok?" She asked remembering the last couple days and how everyone was so worried about him.

He shook his head and Bra's heart sank.

"Go get mom…" he silently choked out, every word adding to the piercing pain.

*

"Well it seems like your son had a bad fall," the female doctor said walking into the room, she had dirty bland hair done up in a neat bun, blue eyes and was wearing the normal doctor's garb.

Bulma nodded her head, she wasn't too sure how Trunks had gotten hurt, but falling seemed like the only logical explanation for now, she would accept it as an explanation until she talked to Trunks about it personally. The two were sitting in the doctor's office.

"Actually two falls," she corrected herself looking over charts and X-rays. "It seemed he actually broke a rib in the first fall piercing his lung. However it didn't persist, a natural adrenaline must have kicked in, because it's been broken for longer than 24 hours. The second fall not only broke another rib, but it dug the other rib deeper into his lung making it a problem."

Bulma was white as a sheet. She looked really sick.

"Now, I know the damage sounds bad, but he'll be ok in a little bit. We just need to perform a small surgery…"

"Does he need it now?" Bulma asked a bit forcefully, obviously it wasn't very urgent or it would have already been done. There were priorities to go first.

"Well it's not absolutely necessary at the moment, but if we don't act soon he will suffocate from the blood filling his lungs," she was not going to say that Trunks would be dead in 48 hours if they didn't do anything, it wasn't necessary and she wasn't sending this lady into hysterics.

"Can I see him?" Bulma asked, in her hand she held a senzu beans. They may work slowly, but they still work dammit. Bulma didn't feel like trusting surgery today or any other day when there was a simply solution.

The doctor nodded and then the two walked down the hall, up a couple levels in the elevator and finally came to Trunks room. He was awake, barely, lying down on one side his mouth closed. Trunks had refused to be put to sleep, violently refused. So he just lay there swallowing his own blood as it came up his windpipes when he coughed. This had to be one of the most disturbing things Trunks had ever gone through.

Bulma was quickly at his side, the doctor checked on the patient next to him so the two could be alone.

"Trunks?" Bulma asked to see if he was awake, Trunks opened an eye and saw his mother in front of him. "Here," she said and held up a senzu bean, he slowly reached out and took it praying to Kami that it would work faster than before. He hadn't been able to get one before they took him to the hospital; Bulma was frantically phoning the hospital and couldn't go with the ambulance because of Bra. As soon as the ambulance pulled away she grabbed Bra and a senzu bean and drove to the hospital.

He opened his mouth to eat it, a small trace of blood lingered there, Bulma didn't really notice. He ate it, she was happy, and Trunks went back to his half comatose state.

"We should probably let him get some rest," the doctor said coming up behind Bulma.

Bulma nodded and stood. "Ok Doctor…" she trailed off realizing she didn't know her name.

"Doctor Rose," she said and pointed to the door. "Shall we?"

They left Trunks alone, and his mind began wandering, thinking about the past week and a half. That's all it had been, a week and a half. But it felt like she had been tormenting him for an eternity. It was unfair.

Before he could protest anymore, he was sucked into another daydream. Another memory.

He was walking into a store, a small store on the side of the street that had candles, pendant and incense in the window. Things that could be used with mythology, superstition, magic even. What the hell was he going to find in here?

He entered the small store, one side had one of those glass display cases going along the wall, inside was assorted jewelry, on the wall behind it hung some posters. On the far wall was clothing and to his left was a bookshelf that probably had any book involving magic you could possibly imagine.

Manako was standing there sorting out books.

"Ohayo Manako-Chan!" Trunks called out in a cheery voice, Manako looked up from the books in her hands and smiled at the boy.

"Ohayo Trunks-Kun, good to see you on this fine morning," she greeted back. It was a fine morning in the middle of July actually.

"Oh, I'm just here to pick up some stuff, then it's off to my friend's house," Trunks said.

"Well, it's good that you'll be hanging out with your friends, but you're leaving me all alone with Vegeta-San," she said smiling, Trunks suppressed a chuckle and turned to find none other than Vegeta sitting there in his odd royal fashion.

"Ohayo Vegeta-San!" Trunks greeted in his cheery way, Vegeta opened an eye and looked at 'the boy' annoyed.

"Oh, it's you again," he said, closing his eye again.

"Nani? No 'hi, nice to see my favourite costumer'?" Trunks was all smiles.

"You are not my favourite costumer," Vegeta said almost in a snarl and ignored Trunks as he started to laugh.

"So," Manako cut off Trunks laughter. "What are you here to find?"

"Just some herbs, got any night shade?" Trunks asked and Manako nodded.

"Yeah, in the back, one second," then Manako went to the door beside the racks off clothing and stepped inside.

Trunks went to the glass display case and gasped at what was inside, a new item, a katana. It had a handle, which was carved to resemble a dragon with garnet stones in its eyes. It was the most incredible thing he had ever seen, he was so taken away by the katana, that he didn't nothing the girl creep up beside him.

"It's beautiful, ne?" A girls voice asked, Trunks turned around to agree when he saw the 'angel' that he had seen at his school a few days earlier.

"It's you…" he said in almost a whisper.

She laughed, a soft beautiful laugh, nothing like the cold one Trunks was now met with in the dreamscape. "You look like you've seen a ghost," she replied with a slight grin.

Trunks was suddenly lost in her beautiful dark brown eyes, almost black, they were so full of life. He wanted to stare at her forever, be lost in her eyes forever, be with her forever… but she suddenly turned around when Manako came back in the room.

"Okaasan!" The girl greeted and Trunks was shocked, but as he looked at the two girls standing next to each other he wondered how he hadn't seen it before. Except for the eyes the two were almost identical, but it was her eyes that drew him in.

*

"It's a miraculous recovery," Doctor Rose said to Bulma, once again in her office. "I was getting things ready for the surgery and I checked on him, he was almost fine. We took some more X-rays and discovered that he was healing at an amazing rate."

Bulma hid her smirk.

"Not to mention he was in here a couple days ago with third degree burns, and now his arms are fine. This is just amazing…" The doctor trailed off and Bulma finally smiled.

"Great, good news to know," she said and got up to leave.

"Oh wait! I was wondering of we could keep him under observation for a couple more days," the doctor called after her.

"Why would you? You said he was healing…" Bulma narrowed her eyebrows.

"Well he is, and that's why I think it a good idea to keep him under observation, maybe take a few blood samples, try and figure this all out."

"I don't think I want that to happen, my son is not a test experiment," Bulma continued to protest.

"But-"

"She said no already," a man's voice came from the doorway, both turned to see Vegeta standing there with a scowl on his face.

"You," Bulma said, fire burning in her eyes. So here he was, after running off for a week straight over his son. The nerve of this man…

The doctor backed off on seeing the short man, he looked vicious.

"Ok," she choked out. "It was just a suggestion."

Bulma then grabbed Vegeta and dragged him off, well Vegeta let her drag him off anyway.

"What the hell are you doing here!?!" Bulma yelled at him as soon as they were in an empty hall. Vegeta didn't answer. "Or better yet, where the hell have you been!?!"

"Thinking," he finally answered.

"About what!?! How long you could disappear for without me caring!?! Well I care, you jackass!"

"No, about Trunks."

Bulma was a bit startled. She then regained her senses. "What about Trunks?"

"I don't know," he calmly replied. To tell anyone the truth would be a bit weird, but he felt like he knew what was going to happen next. The second he walked in the washroom that night… it all felt so familiar, like a past life or something. But he didn't believe in any of that.

"Vegeta…" Bulma hugged him. "Please stop leaving… I hate you when you do that… and I hate hating you."

Vegeta hugged back reluctantly, but his expression didn't change.

*

Forget it Trunks, I'm not telling you anything.

Trunks stood in front of Hitomi as she flew around him mockingly. He was getting pissed off at her attitude, but he couldn't do anything, so he had to let it slide.

"I don't think I killed you."

Hitomi stopped in front of him and looked a bit shock, almost disassociated.

How dare you…

"How dare I what?"

Lie to me again. I never liked lies… onegai, stop lying.

"O… ne…gai?" Trunks pronounced the word carefully; she always talked in that other language. Why?

I can't take it anymore… you lie so much. You betray so many. All our loved ones, you betray.

Trunks shook his head. No way, THAT was NOT true. He's never betrayed his friends before; he's never betrayed this girl either. If she was the same girl as the one in his daydreams, he did nothing to her.

"You're wrong," Trunks muttered silently.

Nani?

"YOU'RE WRONG!!!" A light exploded from everywhere in the dreamscape consuming both forms in the hot heat. Trunks screamed and heard Hitomi do the same, only his was in frustration and hers was in pain.

Trunks woke up and saw Bulma sitting by his bed looking at him with worry, behind her Vegeta was leaning on the wall looking like he didn't care about what was going on. He was still in the hospital, his wounds almost healed. Bulma and Vegeta weren't actually supposed to be in the hospital room seeing visiting hours were over, but Bulma insisted to Vegeta that they sneak in nonetheless.

"Are you ok honey?" Bulma asked running her fingers through Trunks' hair in a sign of comfort.

"Yeah… fine…" he said as calmly as he could.

"You were screaming…" she said and trailed off as she saw the look of Trunks face.

It was a look of complete and utter bitterness, his eyes filled with hate and his mouth in a scowl that would make Vegeta proud, had he actually been paying attention.

"I had… a bad dream…" Trunks answered in truth, he wasn't going to go into the dream though.

Bulma accepted that answers as enough, she didn't push on. Trunks seemed to be under a lot of stress lately and she didn't want to be the one who pushed him completely over the edge, she didn't want to be 'the bad mother', the mother who wasn't there for her son, but rather was against him.

Maybe she was just too paranoid… maybe not. She may worry a lot, but she was allowed too, this was her son.

"You should go home and sleep," Trunks said with a bit of a smile, Bulma smiled back.

"I'd rather be here."

(Ok, this has to be the shortest one I've written so far, but I really want to get this up and I'm almost completely lost until chapter 10… damn I'm such an unorganized writer. Ok, uh, let's see here. I used 'ne' a little differently here; I used it as 'huh' or 'eh', whatever. 'Onegai' means 'please', just in case you didn't pick up on that one. Hey, does 'nana' sound familiar? Hint: Juunanagou (Seventeen). Let's see, I was under weird influences as I wrote this, I had just read the saddest GN of X (#9) and was really hyper, and the results are scary. I'm dedicating this to my mom, because I'm kinda modeling Bulma after her more and more as we go along, some of those things were direct quotes. Please forgive me if she's sorta OOC, personally I don't think she is, if you're son/daughter tried to commit suicide wouldn't you freak out and have odd mood swings??? I think so. In better news, I HAVE OVER 1 000 HITS!!! My Kami! I never expected that! I can't believe people actually read my stories. ARIGATOU!!! I love you guys so much!!! I'll try a lot harder to write these faster, I took a couple days off to work on 'Juuban High' because I was with Carrie, but this story still takes priority *'If We Had Wings' will NOT be getting updated until this story's over*. Damn I'm so hyper, I'm gonna go find some hot chocolate and watch my new 'X' movie… again. This will give me some interesting ideas! Arigatou to sayonara!!!)