Disclaimer: Again, I don't own any of the DBZ characters. wish I did but I don't.
Chapter 8
The clock read 1:30 p.m.
Sam lay in bed, the blanket and sheet covering her from the waist down.
She was on her side, staring at the wall, one hand tucked underneath the pillow, the other draped over her waist.
Her pillow was damp from her crying, and her head hurt too.
There was a slight knock.
"Yeah?"
Trunks walked in, "Can I get you anything?"
He barely noticed her shake her head no. She sat up and suported her weight on her arm.
He came around the bed, and sat on the edge. She looked over at him.
"Do you want anything at all?"
"Just for you to hold me."
He pulled her into his lap and held her close.
As he stroked her back, more sobbs racked her body.
When her crying subsided, she sat back and looked into his eyes. He brushed away a stray tear and she laughed alittle.
"I'm a real mess arn't I?"
"No, your not a mess."
"I am so. I'm splotchy and red."
"No your not."
She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head against his shoulder.
"Come on, let's go get you something to eat. You feel like your wasting away here."
"I'm not hungry. And I don't feel like eating."
He stood up, still holding her, and carried her to the door. After opening it, he carried her
to the kitchen and set her down in one of the chairs.
"I told you I'm not hungry. And I don't want anything."
"Well, your going to eat something."
He searched the cuboards, and found nothing. Then he moved to the fridge.
Finding a bucket of ice cream in the freezer, he got it out and dipped out two bowls.
After bringing them to the table, he sat down across from her.
She played with her food some before eating a few bites.
"Why?"
"What?"
"Why are you trying to make me eat?"
"Because you need to. You haven't touched any kind of food since we were.........well."
"You can say it. Since we found out my mom was missing. Possibly dead."
"You don't know that. She could just be somewhere else, hiding out."
"Without telling me?"
"Maybe she didn't want you to know she was leaving."
"But....but why?"
"I don't know. Would you've tried to stop her?"
"Yeah, well maybe, I don't know, it would've depended on the situation."
"So you would've stopped her?"
"Well, yeah."
"You see, that could be why she didn't say anything."
Sam just shook her head and sat there. After a minute, she got up and took her bowl to the sink.
He watched as she left the kitchen and went back to her room. When he heard the door close, he sighed.
"Damn it."
"Watch your language."
He looked up to see his mother in the door way.
"Mom, I've tried everything. She refuses to eat or anything."
"You can't rush this sort of thing. Just let her take her time."
"And have her starve herself to death?"
"She will eat when she is ready."
"And if she doesn't?"
"What are you going to do? Tie her down and force feed her?"
"If I think I have to do it that way, I will."
"No you won't, for one thing, she wouldn't let you. And if you tried, she'd fight back and you know it."
"Mom, I have to do something."
"Well, when she wants to do something, she will. She knows what she wants and what she's doing."
"I really don't think she does. She seems lost if you ask me."
His mom left the room, leaving him at the table, alone.
2:45
After almost two hours past, while he was sitting in the living room watching t.v., he heard a door open and close.
He looked down the hall to find Sam with a small backpack in her hand.
"Where are you going?"
"To find her."
She found her jacket, put it on, and headed for the door.
"Like hell you are."
He jumped over the back of the couch, and stepped in front of the door.
"You going to stop me?"
"If I have to I will."
"I don't want ta hurt you Trunks."
"Then I'm going with you."
"I hafta do this on my own."
"On your own?"
He took both her hands in his, pulled her close and kissed her, "I'm not going to let you."
Sam looked up at him, "Your going ta hafto."
"Your not going alone."
"Yeah, I am. If I need anything, I'll call."
She side-stepped him and went out the door. He turned and watched her walk down the step.
He closed the door, his hand in the middle, and rested his head on his hand.
He sighed, "Why is she soo stubborn? That's all I want to know, why? She couldn't be someone real timid, afraid to
talk to any guy ever, or like those girls who just stare but never get up the guts to talk to you."
"Because if she was like that, you never would've met. And you might not've gotten along."
He turned to find Vegeta, "Dad, I can't let her go alone."
"That go after her."
"She'll kill me if she finds out that I'm following her."
"So don't let her know."
"No, I better not. But she needs someone there. She doesn't know it, but she does."
Now he was more talking to himself than to Vegeta.
"I'm going. Whether she likes it or not, I'm going after her"
Vegeta just watched as Trunks grabbed his jacket and left the house.
Bulma cam out into the living, "What's going on?'
"He went after the girl."
Bulma stood next to him, and he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close.
Meanwhile
Ttunks had followed Sam to the police station, a few peoples' houses, a small convinient store, then back to her house.
While he stayed out of sight, he spotted her in the same clearing, on the very same root that they had sat on before.
Her face was covered by her hands, and her hair fell down like a shade, or curtain.
He wanted to go to her, to hold her, and to tell her that everything would be okay. But he knew if he did, she would end up being ticked because he had followed her.
"Oh, Sam. If only you'd let me help."
She looked up as if hearing something, and he ducked behind a tree.
When she got up and went toward the house. He watched as she ducked under the police tape and went into the house. He waited until she came out.
5:30
Which, after looking at his watch, was almost 2 hours later.
After following her back to town, he anticipated a good spot he could just 'happen' to run into her.
Getting a head of her he waited around the corner till he felt her getting close.
Turning the corner, they collided.
"Trunks, what.........what are you doing here?"
She tried to make it look like she had'nt been crying.
"Sam, babe, come on. Just let me help you."
"I......I don't need help. I can.....can handle this on my own.", she choked out, trying to hold back tears.
He pulled her close and held her.
"So, what'd you find out?"
"No one knows where she is. The police say they've looked but I doubt they have, mom's friends don't have a clue where she is, and I even called the aunt that I can't stand, thinking that maybe, just by chance, she might've gone out there, but no. She's just seeemed to've vanished."
"We'll find her. I promise you."
Looking up, he saw that thick,rain clouds had rolled in, and were threatening to burst. And after just a minute, they did. Rain poured down in sheets, sending people running to the cover of a nearby building or their cars.
The two got underneath an overhang of the nearest building. Sam pulled her now damp jacket tight around her.
He pulled her close, to sort of warm her up.
She turned to face him and rested her head on his chest, her arms wrapped around his waist.
When she looked up at him, he kissed her; her arms snaked up and behind his neck. One hand curled up into her hair while the other held her close to his body.
Thunder sounded, followed by a streak of lightning.
She pulled back and held onto him tight. He just held her for a minute and watched the people running through the rain. Suddenly he spotted Gohan and Videl heading for a small diner.
"Come on Sam, let's go inside and get you warm."
He led her into the diner that he had saw Gohan go into.
They sat at the counter until Gohan called him over. Sliding into the booth seat Trunks introduced Sam to the other two. She smiled and tried her hardest to act normal, and he could tell it was hard for her.
She excused herself to go make a call.
"Trunks, I hate to pry, but, is everything okay?"
"No, she is having some real problems. Her mom is missing. She's been looking everywhere. And I'm afraid she might hurt herself, or maybe make herself sick."
"Hon, I need to go take care of something."
"What?"
"Girl thing."
Gohan let her out and then sat back down. "Trunks, have you slept with her?"
"why?"
"Don't lie to me. We've known eachother too long. Now, truthfully, have you slept with her."
"Yeah."
"And, your parents know?"
"Yeah."
"Do you love her?"
"Why is everyone asking that?"
"Well do you?"
"Yes, I do. Alright, I love her. I'm afraid that if she leaves, I'll never be able to live with myself. I'm head-over-heels, completely, and maddly in love with her."
"Really?"
He turned around to see Sam standing behind him.
"I do.I have since you fell asleep on the couch the second day you were working for mom."
"Say it again."
"What?"
She walked over to him, "Say it again, plaese."
"I love you."
He pulled her into his arms and held her. Gohan sat across the table, watching them. He smiled.
"Trunks,Sam, you two are soo incredible," Videl said coming back to the table.
The waitress came over to the booth.
"You four ready to order?"
"Yeah, I just want a coke. Sam?"
"Hot chocolate."
"We'll split a extra large nacho plate. And two cokes."
"Make one of those diet coke."
"Kay, that all?"
Everybody nodded.
"Kay, it'll be out in five."
After the waitress left, Sam sat down on the seat, but scooted close to Trunks and wrapped her amrs around him.
They talked until their stuff came. Sam sipped on her hot chocolate while watching the rain outside.
Videl asked questions about how Sam was doing, working with Bulma, working around Vegeta, and with Trunks around too.
"Well, Bulma is great to work with, Vegeta stays pretty much to him self, and Trunks, well he just keeps getting in the way."
"Do not."
"So you two are..., together?"
"Yeah, you could say that," Gohan said under his breath.
Videl looked over at him, confused.
"What's that mean?"
Trunks shook his head no, but Gohan shrugged and said, "Let's just say that they've gotten real close."
Videl looked back at the two across from her, sat for a minute, then smiled.
"Trunks, you and her?"
They both nodded.
After getting off of the subject, Sam looked outside again. The rain had slowed down, but it was still coming. Plus it was really getting dark.
They sat and talked for maybe another hour or two before Trunks noticed how late it was getting.
"Gohan, Videl, great talking with ya'll but, it's getting late, and we should probably go."
"Yeah, we should too."
All four got up, and walked up to the front counter, split the bill, then walked to the door.
"Gohan, Videl, it was great meeting you two."
"Same here. And I'm sure we will be running into eachother again."
They said their good-byes. Gohan and Videl left first.
Sam and Trunks walked out the door, staying close to the building. They got to where the two buildings met, and squeezed in.
"Sam, can I ask who you called?"
"My cousin, just to see if mom showed up over there or if he'd heard anything."
"And?
"Nothing."
"I'm sorry."
"No, don't be. It's not your fault."
They stood there for a minute or two. When the rain let up a little bit more, they started walking again.
Sam held his hand, staying close to him,as they were talking. Suddenly, she felt something was wrong. It only took a second for Trunks to get the message.
'I think we are being followed.'
'Are you sure?'
'No, but it's just a feeling.'
They turned the corner and trunks took the opportunity to glance behind them. A guy walked about three to four feet behind them. He had on a dark colored jacket with a hood, and Trunks couldn't really see his face.
'I want you to listen to me very carefully.'
'Okay'
'I'm going to see what the guy wants, and if it gets out of hand, I want you to get out of here.'
'No way. I don't like this. trunks, please. This is how people get shot or hurt, and how girls get raped.'
'Don't be ridiculous.'
'Trunks please.'
Before she could do or say anything, Trunks turned to the guy.
"Hey, buddy. You need something?"
"Yeah, your wallet."
"Well, I can't do that, but I could give you a couple of dollars to get something from a conveniant store or something."
"How about I get it off ya after I kill ya?"
"I don't think you want to do that. Now come on, man."
"Trunks?"
"Cute girl."
"Leave her out of this."
Sam stepped closer, and he turned to stop her.Just as he turned, the other guy pulled out a gun and shot at Trunks twice.
The first shot missed, but the second hit him in the right shoulder. Trunks hit the ground and Sam ran to him. The guy walked over to them and held the gun at her head.
"What do you want?"
"Like I said, his wallet. And I could bring you with me."
She held Trunks in her lap, staring straight up the gun, at the guy.
Trunks tried to move, but the gunshot in his shoulder caused a stab of excrutiating pain to travle through his body.
He moaned in pain, his hand going to the wound. Sam took his free hand in hers and squeezed.
Trunks again tried to get up, and after a minute he was able to stand.
The guy had stepped back, for some reason, to let Trunks stand. Trunks placed himself between him and the guy.
'Trunks please.'
'Shhh, I'm okay.'
"Look man, I know that it seems like you don't have any other choice but the mug someone but look, that's not going to solve anything."
"Shut up. Man, just shut up and give me your wallet."
"Now just wait, okay. Everything is alright."
"No you listen. Just do what I say, and no one gets hurt, okay. Now, give me your wallet."
"Just chill okay. Chill out for a minute. No one has to get hurt here."
"Someone's gonna if you don't give me your freakin' wallet!"
"Okay, alright."
Trunks started to reach for his wallet,but then Sam stepped in front of him.
"Look, I don't know what your deal is, but listen, you have problems. You need help, and if you let us we can get you help."
'Sam, stop it.'
'I know what I'm doing'
The guy raised the gun as if to shoot Sam. Trunks pulled her out of the way, just as the guy pulled the trigger.
He was hit in the chest. Trunks hit the ground.
The guy waited only a second, and thinking that Trunks was dead, he ran off in the other direction.
Sam had tripped and fell when she was pushed out of the way. She hit her head on the sidewalk when she fell.
Sitting up, she saw Trunks on the ground. Fearing the worst, she went to him and looked him over.
"No, please no. Trunks, come on baby.....please be okay. Trunks, talk to me, come on."
Nothing.
"Trunks, please say something," Sam cried. Tears welled up in her eyes at just the thought that he wouldn't make it.
"Trunks please."
At last, he tried to shift his weight, moaned, and he opened his eyes.
"Oh, thank you, are you okay?"
"I'll survive, I guess.You okay?"
"No, you scared the crap outa me."
She brushed a stray piece of her out of her face, brushing away a tear in the process.
"Hey, come on. Don't start that. I'm okay, really."
"I know. It's just, you really scared me."
He tried to sit up, but failed miserably and painfully.
"Easy, easy. Your not superman ya know. You do bleed."
"Funny, where'd the guy go?"
"Ran off. I'm gonna call a doctor."
She pulled out her cell phone, dialed a number,and "Yes, is there any way that I could bring someone in and have a doctor look at him?"
"I don't need a doctor." Trunks whispered. Only to be shushed by Sam.
"There is an opening. Great, I could have him there in maybe 10 minutes. Good. Thank you.
She turned off the phone and stuck it back in her pocket.
"And how exactly do you plan on getting me there?"
"Well,"she started, getting him to his feet and putting her arm around him to steady him, "the office is only a block and a half, straight ahead."
"Oh. Okay."
They continued down the street toward the doctor's office.
At the office:
Sam waited in the room with Trunks for the doc to come in.
When the doctor did, she opened the door a clipboard in hand, and a pencil tucked behind her ear.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Renolds. Now, could one of you two tell me what happened?"
"Shot twice, once in the right shoulder and second in the chest."
"I see.", she looked over Trunks for a minute, "I'm gonna have to ask you to remove your shirt."
Slowly, he took his shirt off.
Sam watched as she examined the shot wounds, checked to see if the bullets had gone straight through, and then as she bandaged the wounds up
and left the room for a minute.
After the doctor left Trunks looked over at Sam.
"She seemed nice."
"Right, cuz she was flirting."
"What?"
"She was, no doctor I know would act like that."
"No doctor you know. Your jealous."
"Am not."
"Are too. Admit it. You couldn't stand it when she asked me to take my shirt off."
"Shut up."
"No. Not till you admit it."
Before Sam could say anything, the doc came back.
She explained to them that she had called the number that Trunks had gave her and talked to Bulma and got everything starightened out.
"Now, Trunks. I'm going to need you to come back in a couple of days to check on those wounds."
"I don't think that is nessecary," Sam put in, standing up anad going to his side.
"Excuse me?"
"What she measn is, I tend to be a fast healer, and they will probably be healed in a couple of days, that's all."
The doctor didn't say anything for a minute. Then, " Well, in that case, you can take this to the front desk."
She handed him a slip of paper and left the room.
"That could've went better."
"Sorry. She was just getting too much."
They left the doctor's office and headed home. When they walked in the door Bulam was up and waiting in the kitchen.
"Trunks, why didn't you call me. You worry me sick and don't even bother to call."
"Sorry mom. I wouldv'e called but, well, I'm sorry."
"And are you two alright?"
"Been better, but I'm okay."
"We're fine Bulma, really."
"Well alright, I have to get back to work. You two stay out of trouble okay."
"Right mom."
"Got it."
Bulma left the two teens alone. They sat on the couch and watched t.v. until they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Sorry it's taken me awhile to get this done. My computer doesn't like me very much.
And we have a really crappy connection out where I live. But i'm getting it up.
Next chapter, I hope, will be up soon.
Chapter 8
The clock read 1:30 p.m.
Sam lay in bed, the blanket and sheet covering her from the waist down.
She was on her side, staring at the wall, one hand tucked underneath the pillow, the other draped over her waist.
Her pillow was damp from her crying, and her head hurt too.
There was a slight knock.
"Yeah?"
Trunks walked in, "Can I get you anything?"
He barely noticed her shake her head no. She sat up and suported her weight on her arm.
He came around the bed, and sat on the edge. She looked over at him.
"Do you want anything at all?"
"Just for you to hold me."
He pulled her into his lap and held her close.
As he stroked her back, more sobbs racked her body.
When her crying subsided, she sat back and looked into his eyes. He brushed away a stray tear and she laughed alittle.
"I'm a real mess arn't I?"
"No, your not a mess."
"I am so. I'm splotchy and red."
"No your not."
She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head against his shoulder.
"Come on, let's go get you something to eat. You feel like your wasting away here."
"I'm not hungry. And I don't feel like eating."
He stood up, still holding her, and carried her to the door. After opening it, he carried her
to the kitchen and set her down in one of the chairs.
"I told you I'm not hungry. And I don't want anything."
"Well, your going to eat something."
He searched the cuboards, and found nothing. Then he moved to the fridge.
Finding a bucket of ice cream in the freezer, he got it out and dipped out two bowls.
After bringing them to the table, he sat down across from her.
She played with her food some before eating a few bites.
"Why?"
"What?"
"Why are you trying to make me eat?"
"Because you need to. You haven't touched any kind of food since we were.........well."
"You can say it. Since we found out my mom was missing. Possibly dead."
"You don't know that. She could just be somewhere else, hiding out."
"Without telling me?"
"Maybe she didn't want you to know she was leaving."
"But....but why?"
"I don't know. Would you've tried to stop her?"
"Yeah, well maybe, I don't know, it would've depended on the situation."
"So you would've stopped her?"
"Well, yeah."
"You see, that could be why she didn't say anything."
Sam just shook her head and sat there. After a minute, she got up and took her bowl to the sink.
He watched as she left the kitchen and went back to her room. When he heard the door close, he sighed.
"Damn it."
"Watch your language."
He looked up to see his mother in the door way.
"Mom, I've tried everything. She refuses to eat or anything."
"You can't rush this sort of thing. Just let her take her time."
"And have her starve herself to death?"
"She will eat when she is ready."
"And if she doesn't?"
"What are you going to do? Tie her down and force feed her?"
"If I think I have to do it that way, I will."
"No you won't, for one thing, she wouldn't let you. And if you tried, she'd fight back and you know it."
"Mom, I have to do something."
"Well, when she wants to do something, she will. She knows what she wants and what she's doing."
"I really don't think she does. She seems lost if you ask me."
His mom left the room, leaving him at the table, alone.
2:45
After almost two hours past, while he was sitting in the living room watching t.v., he heard a door open and close.
He looked down the hall to find Sam with a small backpack in her hand.
"Where are you going?"
"To find her."
She found her jacket, put it on, and headed for the door.
"Like hell you are."
He jumped over the back of the couch, and stepped in front of the door.
"You going to stop me?"
"If I have to I will."
"I don't want ta hurt you Trunks."
"Then I'm going with you."
"I hafta do this on my own."
"On your own?"
He took both her hands in his, pulled her close and kissed her, "I'm not going to let you."
Sam looked up at him, "Your going ta hafto."
"Your not going alone."
"Yeah, I am. If I need anything, I'll call."
She side-stepped him and went out the door. He turned and watched her walk down the step.
He closed the door, his hand in the middle, and rested his head on his hand.
He sighed, "Why is she soo stubborn? That's all I want to know, why? She couldn't be someone real timid, afraid to
talk to any guy ever, or like those girls who just stare but never get up the guts to talk to you."
"Because if she was like that, you never would've met. And you might not've gotten along."
He turned to find Vegeta, "Dad, I can't let her go alone."
"That go after her."
"She'll kill me if she finds out that I'm following her."
"So don't let her know."
"No, I better not. But she needs someone there. She doesn't know it, but she does."
Now he was more talking to himself than to Vegeta.
"I'm going. Whether she likes it or not, I'm going after her"
Vegeta just watched as Trunks grabbed his jacket and left the house.
Bulma cam out into the living, "What's going on?'
"He went after the girl."
Bulma stood next to him, and he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close.
Meanwhile
Ttunks had followed Sam to the police station, a few peoples' houses, a small convinient store, then back to her house.
While he stayed out of sight, he spotted her in the same clearing, on the very same root that they had sat on before.
Her face was covered by her hands, and her hair fell down like a shade, or curtain.
He wanted to go to her, to hold her, and to tell her that everything would be okay. But he knew if he did, she would end up being ticked because he had followed her.
"Oh, Sam. If only you'd let me help."
She looked up as if hearing something, and he ducked behind a tree.
When she got up and went toward the house. He watched as she ducked under the police tape and went into the house. He waited until she came out.
5:30
Which, after looking at his watch, was almost 2 hours later.
After following her back to town, he anticipated a good spot he could just 'happen' to run into her.
Getting a head of her he waited around the corner till he felt her getting close.
Turning the corner, they collided.
"Trunks, what.........what are you doing here?"
She tried to make it look like she had'nt been crying.
"Sam, babe, come on. Just let me help you."
"I......I don't need help. I can.....can handle this on my own.", she choked out, trying to hold back tears.
He pulled her close and held her.
"So, what'd you find out?"
"No one knows where she is. The police say they've looked but I doubt they have, mom's friends don't have a clue where she is, and I even called the aunt that I can't stand, thinking that maybe, just by chance, she might've gone out there, but no. She's just seeemed to've vanished."
"We'll find her. I promise you."
Looking up, he saw that thick,rain clouds had rolled in, and were threatening to burst. And after just a minute, they did. Rain poured down in sheets, sending people running to the cover of a nearby building or their cars.
The two got underneath an overhang of the nearest building. Sam pulled her now damp jacket tight around her.
He pulled her close, to sort of warm her up.
She turned to face him and rested her head on his chest, her arms wrapped around his waist.
When she looked up at him, he kissed her; her arms snaked up and behind his neck. One hand curled up into her hair while the other held her close to his body.
Thunder sounded, followed by a streak of lightning.
She pulled back and held onto him tight. He just held her for a minute and watched the people running through the rain. Suddenly he spotted Gohan and Videl heading for a small diner.
"Come on Sam, let's go inside and get you warm."
He led her into the diner that he had saw Gohan go into.
They sat at the counter until Gohan called him over. Sliding into the booth seat Trunks introduced Sam to the other two. She smiled and tried her hardest to act normal, and he could tell it was hard for her.
She excused herself to go make a call.
"Trunks, I hate to pry, but, is everything okay?"
"No, she is having some real problems. Her mom is missing. She's been looking everywhere. And I'm afraid she might hurt herself, or maybe make herself sick."
"Hon, I need to go take care of something."
"What?"
"Girl thing."
Gohan let her out and then sat back down. "Trunks, have you slept with her?"
"why?"
"Don't lie to me. We've known eachother too long. Now, truthfully, have you slept with her."
"Yeah."
"And, your parents know?"
"Yeah."
"Do you love her?"
"Why is everyone asking that?"
"Well do you?"
"Yes, I do. Alright, I love her. I'm afraid that if she leaves, I'll never be able to live with myself. I'm head-over-heels, completely, and maddly in love with her."
"Really?"
He turned around to see Sam standing behind him.
"I do.I have since you fell asleep on the couch the second day you were working for mom."
"Say it again."
"What?"
She walked over to him, "Say it again, plaese."
"I love you."
He pulled her into his arms and held her. Gohan sat across the table, watching them. He smiled.
"Trunks,Sam, you two are soo incredible," Videl said coming back to the table.
The waitress came over to the booth.
"You four ready to order?"
"Yeah, I just want a coke. Sam?"
"Hot chocolate."
"We'll split a extra large nacho plate. And two cokes."
"Make one of those diet coke."
"Kay, that all?"
Everybody nodded.
"Kay, it'll be out in five."
After the waitress left, Sam sat down on the seat, but scooted close to Trunks and wrapped her amrs around him.
They talked until their stuff came. Sam sipped on her hot chocolate while watching the rain outside.
Videl asked questions about how Sam was doing, working with Bulma, working around Vegeta, and with Trunks around too.
"Well, Bulma is great to work with, Vegeta stays pretty much to him self, and Trunks, well he just keeps getting in the way."
"Do not."
"So you two are..., together?"
"Yeah, you could say that," Gohan said under his breath.
Videl looked over at him, confused.
"What's that mean?"
Trunks shook his head no, but Gohan shrugged and said, "Let's just say that they've gotten real close."
Videl looked back at the two across from her, sat for a minute, then smiled.
"Trunks, you and her?"
They both nodded.
After getting off of the subject, Sam looked outside again. The rain had slowed down, but it was still coming. Plus it was really getting dark.
They sat and talked for maybe another hour or two before Trunks noticed how late it was getting.
"Gohan, Videl, great talking with ya'll but, it's getting late, and we should probably go."
"Yeah, we should too."
All four got up, and walked up to the front counter, split the bill, then walked to the door.
"Gohan, Videl, it was great meeting you two."
"Same here. And I'm sure we will be running into eachother again."
They said their good-byes. Gohan and Videl left first.
Sam and Trunks walked out the door, staying close to the building. They got to where the two buildings met, and squeezed in.
"Sam, can I ask who you called?"
"My cousin, just to see if mom showed up over there or if he'd heard anything."
"And?
"Nothing."
"I'm sorry."
"No, don't be. It's not your fault."
They stood there for a minute or two. When the rain let up a little bit more, they started walking again.
Sam held his hand, staying close to him,as they were talking. Suddenly, she felt something was wrong. It only took a second for Trunks to get the message.
'I think we are being followed.'
'Are you sure?'
'No, but it's just a feeling.'
They turned the corner and trunks took the opportunity to glance behind them. A guy walked about three to four feet behind them. He had on a dark colored jacket with a hood, and Trunks couldn't really see his face.
'I want you to listen to me very carefully.'
'Okay'
'I'm going to see what the guy wants, and if it gets out of hand, I want you to get out of here.'
'No way. I don't like this. trunks, please. This is how people get shot or hurt, and how girls get raped.'
'Don't be ridiculous.'
'Trunks please.'
Before she could do or say anything, Trunks turned to the guy.
"Hey, buddy. You need something?"
"Yeah, your wallet."
"Well, I can't do that, but I could give you a couple of dollars to get something from a conveniant store or something."
"How about I get it off ya after I kill ya?"
"I don't think you want to do that. Now come on, man."
"Trunks?"
"Cute girl."
"Leave her out of this."
Sam stepped closer, and he turned to stop her.Just as he turned, the other guy pulled out a gun and shot at Trunks twice.
The first shot missed, but the second hit him in the right shoulder. Trunks hit the ground and Sam ran to him. The guy walked over to them and held the gun at her head.
"What do you want?"
"Like I said, his wallet. And I could bring you with me."
She held Trunks in her lap, staring straight up the gun, at the guy.
Trunks tried to move, but the gunshot in his shoulder caused a stab of excrutiating pain to travle through his body.
He moaned in pain, his hand going to the wound. Sam took his free hand in hers and squeezed.
Trunks again tried to get up, and after a minute he was able to stand.
The guy had stepped back, for some reason, to let Trunks stand. Trunks placed himself between him and the guy.
'Trunks please.'
'Shhh, I'm okay.'
"Look man, I know that it seems like you don't have any other choice but the mug someone but look, that's not going to solve anything."
"Shut up. Man, just shut up and give me your wallet."
"Now just wait, okay. Everything is alright."
"No you listen. Just do what I say, and no one gets hurt, okay. Now, give me your wallet."
"Just chill okay. Chill out for a minute. No one has to get hurt here."
"Someone's gonna if you don't give me your freakin' wallet!"
"Okay, alright."
Trunks started to reach for his wallet,but then Sam stepped in front of him.
"Look, I don't know what your deal is, but listen, you have problems. You need help, and if you let us we can get you help."
'Sam, stop it.'
'I know what I'm doing'
The guy raised the gun as if to shoot Sam. Trunks pulled her out of the way, just as the guy pulled the trigger.
He was hit in the chest. Trunks hit the ground.
The guy waited only a second, and thinking that Trunks was dead, he ran off in the other direction.
Sam had tripped and fell when she was pushed out of the way. She hit her head on the sidewalk when she fell.
Sitting up, she saw Trunks on the ground. Fearing the worst, she went to him and looked him over.
"No, please no. Trunks, come on baby.....please be okay. Trunks, talk to me, come on."
Nothing.
"Trunks, please say something," Sam cried. Tears welled up in her eyes at just the thought that he wouldn't make it.
"Trunks please."
At last, he tried to shift his weight, moaned, and he opened his eyes.
"Oh, thank you, are you okay?"
"I'll survive, I guess.You okay?"
"No, you scared the crap outa me."
She brushed a stray piece of her out of her face, brushing away a tear in the process.
"Hey, come on. Don't start that. I'm okay, really."
"I know. It's just, you really scared me."
He tried to sit up, but failed miserably and painfully.
"Easy, easy. Your not superman ya know. You do bleed."
"Funny, where'd the guy go?"
"Ran off. I'm gonna call a doctor."
She pulled out her cell phone, dialed a number,and "Yes, is there any way that I could bring someone in and have a doctor look at him?"
"I don't need a doctor." Trunks whispered. Only to be shushed by Sam.
"There is an opening. Great, I could have him there in maybe 10 minutes. Good. Thank you.
She turned off the phone and stuck it back in her pocket.
"And how exactly do you plan on getting me there?"
"Well,"she started, getting him to his feet and putting her arm around him to steady him, "the office is only a block and a half, straight ahead."
"Oh. Okay."
They continued down the street toward the doctor's office.
At the office:
Sam waited in the room with Trunks for the doc to come in.
When the doctor did, she opened the door a clipboard in hand, and a pencil tucked behind her ear.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Renolds. Now, could one of you two tell me what happened?"
"Shot twice, once in the right shoulder and second in the chest."
"I see.", she looked over Trunks for a minute, "I'm gonna have to ask you to remove your shirt."
Slowly, he took his shirt off.
Sam watched as she examined the shot wounds, checked to see if the bullets had gone straight through, and then as she bandaged the wounds up
and left the room for a minute.
After the doctor left Trunks looked over at Sam.
"She seemed nice."
"Right, cuz she was flirting."
"What?"
"She was, no doctor I know would act like that."
"No doctor you know. Your jealous."
"Am not."
"Are too. Admit it. You couldn't stand it when she asked me to take my shirt off."
"Shut up."
"No. Not till you admit it."
Before Sam could say anything, the doc came back.
She explained to them that she had called the number that Trunks had gave her and talked to Bulma and got everything starightened out.
"Now, Trunks. I'm going to need you to come back in a couple of days to check on those wounds."
"I don't think that is nessecary," Sam put in, standing up anad going to his side.
"Excuse me?"
"What she measn is, I tend to be a fast healer, and they will probably be healed in a couple of days, that's all."
The doctor didn't say anything for a minute. Then, " Well, in that case, you can take this to the front desk."
She handed him a slip of paper and left the room.
"That could've went better."
"Sorry. She was just getting too much."
They left the doctor's office and headed home. When they walked in the door Bulam was up and waiting in the kitchen.
"Trunks, why didn't you call me. You worry me sick and don't even bother to call."
"Sorry mom. I wouldv'e called but, well, I'm sorry."
"And are you two alright?"
"Been better, but I'm okay."
"We're fine Bulma, really."
"Well alright, I have to get back to work. You two stay out of trouble okay."
"Right mom."
"Got it."
Bulma left the two teens alone. They sat on the couch and watched t.v. until they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Sorry it's taken me awhile to get this done. My computer doesn't like me very much.
And we have a really crappy connection out where I live. But i'm getting it up.
Next chapter, I hope, will be up soon.