Disclaimer: Again I don't own any of the DBZ people, but I do own Sam,
Jared, and Kyra.
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Chapter 4
As the two walked down the hall, Bulma opened the door to the lab and
called Sam. Sam told Trunks to go ahead and that she would meet him out
there. Sam walked over to Bulma.
"Listen Sam, you have done an incredible job here. And you and Trunks both
need a break from here. So, today, why don't you and him go to a movie or
the mall. Just to relax."
Sam was a little confused but said, "All right but I'm still coming in here
to work on that desk of yours."
"Oh no your not. You are staying out of the lab tonight. Now go on."
Sam was officially confused curious. But she turned around and walked away.
She got outside just as Trunks was about to punch in the code. "Hey Trunks. Hang on a sec.", she walked over to him. He stopped and turned to her, a confused look. "What?" She sighed, "You wont believe what your mom talked to me about. But she said that me and you both should take some sort of break today. And she said that I can't go in the lab tonight either. So, today we are going to get away from here and go to the mall." "Um okay. But before we go, I need to teach you something." 'Uhoh. I don't know what he means by that or if I want to know.' "What exactly are you going to teach me? And what do I have to do?"
"I'm gonna teach you to fly and all you have to do is trust me and concentrate." She shrugged and said, "That doesn't seem too hard."
Trunks had a smirk on his face that would have made Vegeta proud of him, as he picked her up by the waist and flew up to about ten feet in the air. "Close your eyes, I'm gonna turn you around okay."
She nodded.
He turned her around so that her back was to him, then pulled her close and whispered, "Now, just concentrate." "On?" "Anything. Just think of anything, and nothing but that." "Okay." Sam's voice was shaky when she answered. 'God! Does he need to be this close.' Her fists were tightly clenched at her side.
When his hands left her waist, she half expected to fall....but she didn't. She opened her eyes and looked around.
"Impressive. Not very many people learn that fast. I don't know what you were thinking about but dang." "What can I say. I'm a fast leaner."
"You may be a fast learner, but can you keep up with me?" , he said before taking off towards the mall.
Sam just rolled her eyes and went to catch up with him.
Once they were at the mall and inside: "It was something about me wasn't it?"
"What?"
"That's what you were thinking about. It was me."
"In your dreams maybe.", she lied. Because, in fact it was him.
"Yeah, you wish."
"Bite me."
"Mark the spot."
"You'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Not as much as you would."
"Shut up."
"Who gonna make me?"
"Me. That's who."
"Yeah right."
"Go to hell."
"Ladies first."
She glared at him for a minute, then collapsed onto a near by bench. "What no come back?", sitting down on the other end. No answer.
Sam spotted the store that she was looking for, but it was right next to a Victoria's Secret. "Trunks could you just wait here a minute, I need to go get something." Trunks looked in the direction that she indicated. "What? Oh right, sure you go ahead I'll just wait here if that's okay with you.", he said, several thoughts going through his head. "Trunks what store do you think I'm going in?" He pointed. "Not that. You sick idiot. I'm going to the one next to that."
"Fine just don't take too long." "Whatever."
Sam got up and walked into the store, and about 5 minutes later she came out. But she ran into a guy and girl. The girl was practically all over the guy.
"Jared....um...hi."
"So, Sam long time no see."
"Yeah." 'But not long enough.'
"So still single I suppose."
"Yeah, poor little girl, all alone."
"No actually I'm seeing someone."
"Really who?"
"Who'd date a little mouse like you?"
"Um..ahh....well....um." She looked around and saw Trunks get up and head their way. "There, he's coming this way."
"Sam, did you get what you needed yet?"
"Yeah, I did. Um, could I just talk to you for a minute?"
Trunks seemed kinda confused. Sam pulled him a little ways off to the side.
"What is this all about?"
"Look, could you just do me this one favor? That guy over there, I know him. And I kinda told him that we were together. So could you please just play along?"
"I guess. But you own me one."
"Thank you soo much."
They both walked over back to the other two. "So, who's this guy?"
"Jared, this is Trunks. Trunks, this is Jared." And then under her breath, "an ex."
Trunks reached out and shook Jared's hand.
"Sam, you already know Kyra."
"Yeah, we've met."
Trunks seemed a little confused, but he went with it. "So, Jared, how do you and Sam know each other?"
"We dated once.", Sam answered quickly.
"More than dated Sam. As a matter of fact we..."
"Jared !," Sam exclaimed. People walking by looked over at the four.
Trunks wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. "Sam, why don't know go get something to eat. Your not looking to good."
She just nodded and walked away.
"Kyra, babe. Why don't you go buy yourself something.", Jared said handing her some cash.
"Oh, all right. If you really want me to."
Kyra walked away as well. Jared watched her walk off, and Trunks was watching Sam as she stood in line. "So, how long have you two been together?"
"Long enough, why?"
"Just asking."
Trunks sighed. Sam was leaning against the counter. She really wasn't looking too well. And he was starting to get worried.
Jared noticed this. "How long have you and her been a couple?"
"Not long."
"She put out?"
"What?", Trunks looked over at him. Already not liking where this was going.
"Has she yet?"
"No. And if I were you, I'd shut up before you get hurt."
"What? It was just a question."
"Look I don't know who you are but.", Trunks heard a lot of commotion behind him. He turned to look just before Sam hit the floor. Before he had a chance to walk off, Jared grabbed his arm, turned him around, and hit him.
Trunks knocked Jared off his feet, and planted his knee into Jared's chest.
"I'm a lot stronger than you bub. And I could take you out real easy right now, but I got something else to take care of so back off."
Trunks got up and started to walk away. Jared picked himself off of the floor, touched the corner of his mouth.
Trunks walked over to the crowd as Jared came up behind him. Jared was about to hit Trunks in the back of the head but Trunks turned around and caught Jared's arm and hit him at the elbow, almost breaking his arm.
After rendering Jared helpless for a good while, Trunks turned his attention to Sam. She was lying on the floor. He bent down next to her. "Sam..Sam, can you hear me?"
She didn't respond. He picked up her wrist and checked her pulse.
The guy standing next to him asked if he should get a doctor. "No, just help me move her to a bench or something."
The crowd parted to let Trunks (who was carrying Sam), and the guy through. They found a bench near by. Trunks handed Sam to the guy and took off his jacket, then wadded it up, set it down and then the guy laid Sam down. ~~~~~ The last thing Sam remembered was looking in the direction that Trunks and Jared were standing. And then she blacked out.
She knew that she felt someone pick up her arm and check for a pulse, but she wasn't sure who it was. Then someone picked her up, they carried her for a bit then passed her to someone else, then she felt hard wood underneath her. ~~~~ Someone had handed Trunks a cold, damp rag and a bowl of cold water.
He gladly took both items and set the bowl down next to him. He dabbed Sam's forehead lightly with the rag.
She stirred a little bit, but not enough to give him some relief. He was really hoping she was okay. He didn't even know why she passed out.
They guy who had helped earlier told him what he had seen. He said that she was standing in line for a minute, she started to sway a little. He said that he had asked her if she was okay, and she said she was, but it didn't seem like it. He said he led her to the counter so she could have something to lean on. He saw her look up and then her hands went to her head and she started to fall. Luckily the guy had been close by and caught her, setting her on the ground.
Trunks just sighed again, shook his head, and continued to dab her with the cloth, occasionally dipping it back in the water, ringing it out a little, and then dabbing her some more.
She moaned and inhaled after a little while. Well, thirty minutes after she had black out. Trunks sighed with relief. Just then Jared came up to him, grabbed his shoulder, pulled him back and started to wale punches at him. Trunks dodges most of them and caught some. Finally he caught both of Jared's fists and squeezed both of them. He twisted Jared's hands and brought Jared close.
"Listen to me, and listen good. Back off. Don't ever let me see you again. And if I ever see you around Samantha again, I will leave you permanently handicapped and in pain for the rest of your miserable little life. Am I clear on this?"
Over at the bench, Sam was starting to wake up. She sat up a little, opened her eyes, and saw Trunks punch Jared in the face, knocking him out. Kyra ran over to him, bent down next to Jared, looked up and started to say something, but Trunks brought his hand back and slapped her.
Trunks turned his back on Jared and Kyra, and went back over to Sam. Sam tried to sit up, but failed miserably and settled back down when he head started spinning. "Don't move to much. I'm not sure what happened, but you passed out. I'm gonna call mom, and then I'm gonna get you home okay." She just moaned because it hurt too much to move, much less talk. Trunks stood up and pulled out his cell.
"Mom, Sam passed out. We're coming back to the house... Not she's not hurt, but she is sort of awake...No she hasn't said much, just moans...All right, I'll leave now." He closed his cell, stuck it back in his pocket, picked Sam up, and carried her to the door. Once outside he flew her back to C.C. as fast as he could go. As soon as he got to C.C. he took her inside so Bulma could take a look at her.
He laid her on the couch in the living room carefully. Bulma came in from the kitchen with a bowl of water with two rags in it, the thermometer, and a few other things. She set the bowl down grabbed a rag, squeezed it out and folded it, putting it on Sam's forehead.
"Is she going to be okay?", Trunks asked watching his mother.
Bulma took Sam's temp. and looked at it for a long time.
"Well?"
"Well, Trunks I'm not sure. Her temp. is over 100. She is sweating a lot, and it sounds like she is having trouble breathing. It could be nothing but the flu or she really could be sick."
Bulma looked up from Sam and up at Trunks. He really looked worried. Bulma told Trunks to call the doctor, have him come out and look at her, ect. And after the doctor had his say, Trunks would take her to her room.
Trunks did as he was told. But the second he got off of the phone, he was at Sam's side. 'Please, please let her be okay. That's all that I ask, is that she be okay. Please.'
10 minutes later, The doctor walked into the house. Asked some questions about what happened. Then he asked Trunks to step away so he could try to help her. Reluctantly, Trunks moved away from the couch and went over to the window. The doctor did all that he could to help her, then he finally stood up and sighed.
Trunks looked over at him. He was talking to Bulma in the other room. Trunks wiped away a small tear. His eyes were red, and his vision blurred ( but starting to clear).
The doctor left, he had been there for almost two hours.
Bulma walked over to Trunks, with a small bottle in hand. She seemed,......he didn't want to get his hopes up, but she really did seem....relieved. "Trunks, she is going to be fine. She was just over heated or something. The doc had seen her before when this happened. She just needs to take this and she will be fine in a couple of hours. Probably by 8:30 - 9:00 tonight. And he said, just to keep her cool until she can walk on her own."
Trunks was more relieved then he ever thought was possible. And he hoped that his mother couldn't tell he had been crying.
Bulma handed him the bottle, hugged him an said that she would start trying to figure out what to make for lunch. He walked over to the couch and sat back on his heels. He brushed a strand of Sam's hair off of her face. She opened her eyes a little.
"Hey you.", she said quietly. "Hey, you gave me a real scare. Passing out like that. You feeling okay?" "Yeah, a little dizzy, but other then that. Good." "Good.", he laughed a little. "What?", she asked trying to sit up. "How do you like being held and taken care of?" "Personally, I could get used to it." They talked for a little longer, then he carried her to her room, set up an fan pointing right on her, and got her to take her pill then he left her to rest.
She got outside just as Trunks was about to punch in the code. "Hey Trunks. Hang on a sec.", she walked over to him. He stopped and turned to her, a confused look. "What?" She sighed, "You wont believe what your mom talked to me about. But she said that me and you both should take some sort of break today. And she said that I can't go in the lab tonight either. So, today we are going to get away from here and go to the mall." "Um okay. But before we go, I need to teach you something." 'Uhoh. I don't know what he means by that or if I want to know.' "What exactly are you going to teach me? And what do I have to do?"
"I'm gonna teach you to fly and all you have to do is trust me and concentrate." She shrugged and said, "That doesn't seem too hard."
Trunks had a smirk on his face that would have made Vegeta proud of him, as he picked her up by the waist and flew up to about ten feet in the air. "Close your eyes, I'm gonna turn you around okay."
She nodded.
He turned her around so that her back was to him, then pulled her close and whispered, "Now, just concentrate." "On?" "Anything. Just think of anything, and nothing but that." "Okay." Sam's voice was shaky when she answered. 'God! Does he need to be this close.' Her fists were tightly clenched at her side.
When his hands left her waist, she half expected to fall....but she didn't. She opened her eyes and looked around.
"Impressive. Not very many people learn that fast. I don't know what you were thinking about but dang." "What can I say. I'm a fast leaner."
"You may be a fast learner, but can you keep up with me?" , he said before taking off towards the mall.
Sam just rolled her eyes and went to catch up with him.
Once they were at the mall and inside: "It was something about me wasn't it?"
"What?"
"That's what you were thinking about. It was me."
"In your dreams maybe.", she lied. Because, in fact it was him.
"Yeah, you wish."
"Bite me."
"Mark the spot."
"You'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Not as much as you would."
"Shut up."
"Who gonna make me?"
"Me. That's who."
"Yeah right."
"Go to hell."
"Ladies first."
She glared at him for a minute, then collapsed onto a near by bench. "What no come back?", sitting down on the other end. No answer.
Sam spotted the store that she was looking for, but it was right next to a Victoria's Secret. "Trunks could you just wait here a minute, I need to go get something." Trunks looked in the direction that she indicated. "What? Oh right, sure you go ahead I'll just wait here if that's okay with you.", he said, several thoughts going through his head. "Trunks what store do you think I'm going in?" He pointed. "Not that. You sick idiot. I'm going to the one next to that."
"Fine just don't take too long." "Whatever."
Sam got up and walked into the store, and about 5 minutes later she came out. But she ran into a guy and girl. The girl was practically all over the guy.
"Jared....um...hi."
"So, Sam long time no see."
"Yeah." 'But not long enough.'
"So still single I suppose."
"Yeah, poor little girl, all alone."
"No actually I'm seeing someone."
"Really who?"
"Who'd date a little mouse like you?"
"Um..ahh....well....um." She looked around and saw Trunks get up and head their way. "There, he's coming this way."
"Sam, did you get what you needed yet?"
"Yeah, I did. Um, could I just talk to you for a minute?"
Trunks seemed kinda confused. Sam pulled him a little ways off to the side.
"What is this all about?"
"Look, could you just do me this one favor? That guy over there, I know him. And I kinda told him that we were together. So could you please just play along?"
"I guess. But you own me one."
"Thank you soo much."
They both walked over back to the other two. "So, who's this guy?"
"Jared, this is Trunks. Trunks, this is Jared." And then under her breath, "an ex."
Trunks reached out and shook Jared's hand.
"Sam, you already know Kyra."
"Yeah, we've met."
Trunks seemed a little confused, but he went with it. "So, Jared, how do you and Sam know each other?"
"We dated once.", Sam answered quickly.
"More than dated Sam. As a matter of fact we..."
"Jared !," Sam exclaimed. People walking by looked over at the four.
Trunks wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. "Sam, why don't know go get something to eat. Your not looking to good."
She just nodded and walked away.
"Kyra, babe. Why don't you go buy yourself something.", Jared said handing her some cash.
"Oh, all right. If you really want me to."
Kyra walked away as well. Jared watched her walk off, and Trunks was watching Sam as she stood in line. "So, how long have you two been together?"
"Long enough, why?"
"Just asking."
Trunks sighed. Sam was leaning against the counter. She really wasn't looking too well. And he was starting to get worried.
Jared noticed this. "How long have you and her been a couple?"
"Not long."
"She put out?"
"What?", Trunks looked over at him. Already not liking where this was going.
"Has she yet?"
"No. And if I were you, I'd shut up before you get hurt."
"What? It was just a question."
"Look I don't know who you are but.", Trunks heard a lot of commotion behind him. He turned to look just before Sam hit the floor. Before he had a chance to walk off, Jared grabbed his arm, turned him around, and hit him.
Trunks knocked Jared off his feet, and planted his knee into Jared's chest.
"I'm a lot stronger than you bub. And I could take you out real easy right now, but I got something else to take care of so back off."
Trunks got up and started to walk away. Jared picked himself off of the floor, touched the corner of his mouth.
Trunks walked over to the crowd as Jared came up behind him. Jared was about to hit Trunks in the back of the head but Trunks turned around and caught Jared's arm and hit him at the elbow, almost breaking his arm.
After rendering Jared helpless for a good while, Trunks turned his attention to Sam. She was lying on the floor. He bent down next to her. "Sam..Sam, can you hear me?"
She didn't respond. He picked up her wrist and checked her pulse.
The guy standing next to him asked if he should get a doctor. "No, just help me move her to a bench or something."
The crowd parted to let Trunks (who was carrying Sam), and the guy through. They found a bench near by. Trunks handed Sam to the guy and took off his jacket, then wadded it up, set it down and then the guy laid Sam down. ~~~~~ The last thing Sam remembered was looking in the direction that Trunks and Jared were standing. And then she blacked out.
She knew that she felt someone pick up her arm and check for a pulse, but she wasn't sure who it was. Then someone picked her up, they carried her for a bit then passed her to someone else, then she felt hard wood underneath her. ~~~~ Someone had handed Trunks a cold, damp rag and a bowl of cold water.
He gladly took both items and set the bowl down next to him. He dabbed Sam's forehead lightly with the rag.
She stirred a little bit, but not enough to give him some relief. He was really hoping she was okay. He didn't even know why she passed out.
They guy who had helped earlier told him what he had seen. He said that she was standing in line for a minute, she started to sway a little. He said that he had asked her if she was okay, and she said she was, but it didn't seem like it. He said he led her to the counter so she could have something to lean on. He saw her look up and then her hands went to her head and she started to fall. Luckily the guy had been close by and caught her, setting her on the ground.
Trunks just sighed again, shook his head, and continued to dab her with the cloth, occasionally dipping it back in the water, ringing it out a little, and then dabbing her some more.
She moaned and inhaled after a little while. Well, thirty minutes after she had black out. Trunks sighed with relief. Just then Jared came up to him, grabbed his shoulder, pulled him back and started to wale punches at him. Trunks dodges most of them and caught some. Finally he caught both of Jared's fists and squeezed both of them. He twisted Jared's hands and brought Jared close.
"Listen to me, and listen good. Back off. Don't ever let me see you again. And if I ever see you around Samantha again, I will leave you permanently handicapped and in pain for the rest of your miserable little life. Am I clear on this?"
Over at the bench, Sam was starting to wake up. She sat up a little, opened her eyes, and saw Trunks punch Jared in the face, knocking him out. Kyra ran over to him, bent down next to Jared, looked up and started to say something, but Trunks brought his hand back and slapped her.
Trunks turned his back on Jared and Kyra, and went back over to Sam. Sam tried to sit up, but failed miserably and settled back down when he head started spinning. "Don't move to much. I'm not sure what happened, but you passed out. I'm gonna call mom, and then I'm gonna get you home okay." She just moaned because it hurt too much to move, much less talk. Trunks stood up and pulled out his cell.
"Mom, Sam passed out. We're coming back to the house... Not she's not hurt, but she is sort of awake...No she hasn't said much, just moans...All right, I'll leave now." He closed his cell, stuck it back in his pocket, picked Sam up, and carried her to the door. Once outside he flew her back to C.C. as fast as he could go. As soon as he got to C.C. he took her inside so Bulma could take a look at her.
He laid her on the couch in the living room carefully. Bulma came in from the kitchen with a bowl of water with two rags in it, the thermometer, and a few other things. She set the bowl down grabbed a rag, squeezed it out and folded it, putting it on Sam's forehead.
"Is she going to be okay?", Trunks asked watching his mother.
Bulma took Sam's temp. and looked at it for a long time.
"Well?"
"Well, Trunks I'm not sure. Her temp. is over 100. She is sweating a lot, and it sounds like she is having trouble breathing. It could be nothing but the flu or she really could be sick."
Bulma looked up from Sam and up at Trunks. He really looked worried. Bulma told Trunks to call the doctor, have him come out and look at her, ect. And after the doctor had his say, Trunks would take her to her room.
Trunks did as he was told. But the second he got off of the phone, he was at Sam's side. 'Please, please let her be okay. That's all that I ask, is that she be okay. Please.'
10 minutes later, The doctor walked into the house. Asked some questions about what happened. Then he asked Trunks to step away so he could try to help her. Reluctantly, Trunks moved away from the couch and went over to the window. The doctor did all that he could to help her, then he finally stood up and sighed.
Trunks looked over at him. He was talking to Bulma in the other room. Trunks wiped away a small tear. His eyes were red, and his vision blurred ( but starting to clear).
The doctor left, he had been there for almost two hours.
Bulma walked over to Trunks, with a small bottle in hand. She seemed,......he didn't want to get his hopes up, but she really did seem....relieved. "Trunks, she is going to be fine. She was just over heated or something. The doc had seen her before when this happened. She just needs to take this and she will be fine in a couple of hours. Probably by 8:30 - 9:00 tonight. And he said, just to keep her cool until she can walk on her own."
Trunks was more relieved then he ever thought was possible. And he hoped that his mother couldn't tell he had been crying.
Bulma handed him the bottle, hugged him an said that she would start trying to figure out what to make for lunch. He walked over to the couch and sat back on his heels. He brushed a strand of Sam's hair off of her face. She opened her eyes a little.
"Hey you.", she said quietly. "Hey, you gave me a real scare. Passing out like that. You feeling okay?" "Yeah, a little dizzy, but other then that. Good." "Good.", he laughed a little. "What?", she asked trying to sit up. "How do you like being held and taken care of?" "Personally, I could get used to it." They talked for a little longer, then he carried her to her room, set up an fan pointing right on her, and got her to take her pill then he left her to rest.