Ch. 10
Trunks walked into his home at Capsule Corp. "Mom!" he yelled. "Is there
any news on Pan since I left?" Trunks had had to go to work, even though
his heart was at the hospital with a certain raven-haired coma patient.
"No, honey. The situation is exactly the same as when you asked me this morning," Bulma said quietly, sitting in a chair in the living room. She lowered her head to her hands. Her beautiful blue hair, her pride and joy, just two months ago was shining with health and youthfulness. Now, on the other hand, it was starting to gray. The stress of having Pan in a coma had taken a large toll on her. "I hate to mention this again, Trunks, because I know how much it hurts you, but." Bulma raised her head to look into her son's eyes. "Trunks, the doctors are soon going to pronounce her brain dead. It's been two months, Trunks! It would be more merciful to let the doctors take her off of life support. I know that's a difficult idea for you, but-"
"Mom! I know, okay? I'm being selfish by trying to keep up hope that she'll wake up, aren't I? I'm sorry that you've given up, but I haven't dropped that low yet! I still believe in her and care about her! I can't help that I'm the only one who still believes, but that's the way it is, okay!?!?"
"Trunks," sighed Bulma, not even reacting to something would have had her out of her chair in times in the past. "I know it's hard to let go, but you have to move on! The doctors said that if she didn't wake up in a month, she wasn't going to. She didn't wake up, but I LEFT HER ON LIFE SUPPORT FOR YOU! I did it just for you! Everyone has come to grips with it except for you, Trunks!"
"Mom, you don't understand!" Trunks shouted, turning away to go towards the stairs.
Rising from her chair, Bulma had to count to ten and think about how much pain Trunks had to be going through. "Trunks, what don't I understand? Tell me, son! I know we'll miss her like hell, but you have to move on!" She laid a reassuring hand on her son's shoulder, hoping he would break down and finally let go of some of his emotions.
"MOM! I LOVE HER!" Trunks screamed. "I love her, okay? That's why I can't let go! That's why I can't accept it! Trunks yelled, going Super Saiyin. "Fine, now you know! Just leave me alone!" Trunks leapt into the air, flying over Bulma's head and out the front door.
"TRUNKS! Bulma ran out to the front yard, just in time to see Trunks fly in the direction of the hospital. "Trunks.Come back." Bulma fell to her knees and wept. "I don't know what I'll do if I lose you both."
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Trunks walked into Pan's room at the hospital and immediately went to his usual place next to Pan's bed. Pan had gotten thinner and thinner as time went on, until she was just skin over bones. Any sign of health had left her black hair, dark and matted with grease from the long time in bed. It pained Trunks greatly to look at her, but in his eyes, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Trunks stood beside her bed for a long time. Pan hadn't shown any signs of life or understanding for two months now. Trunks had started to feel encouraged about a month into it because the doctors had determined that her body was healing, and so it was. All the bruises and cuts from the rape were gone and all swelling had gone down. Pan's personal doctor, Dr. Malone, had said that this was a wonderful sign and that things were really looking up. But, suddenly, about two weeks later, Pan's heart beat had dropped while Trunks was standing in that very spot, kissing her hand and caressing her face. Her heart beat about forty times per minute, a dangerous low. Dr. Malone said that she thought that Pan's brain was dying, and that she wouldn't have much more time.
Trunks pulled up a chair and sat down, brushing Pan's hand in the process. When he wasn't speaking to her of love, he began blushing, even though he knew she couldn't feel it. He felt like a schoolboy whenever he was around her. Inside his mind he was certain she couldn't know he was there, but Trunks felt drawn to speak the words he had spoken a million times before in the last two months.
"Pan, please, wake up. I know I've said this before, but know it's more serious. The doctors are going to proclaim you braindead. If you don't wake up, I don't think it will matter if I fight or not, Dr. Malone will still pull the plug and you'll die! Die, Pan! Do you have any idea of what that would do to me? I couldn't live without you."
A single tear ran down his left cheek unnoticed as he pleaded, speaking words of love and encouragement. He spoke for a long time, but then rose from his chair, smoothing his lavender hair. One more look at Pan, once his enemy, once his sister and nothing more, and once, and now, his love, and his decision was made.
Walking over to the phone on the other side of the room, he finally noticed the tears that had been streaming down his cheeks for hours. He accepted them and then just let them run unchecked. He slowly lifted the drab phone to his ear and painstakingly dialed his own phone number.
"Hello?!?" Bulma yelled into the phone. It sounded like she had been crying, though that thought didn't reach Trunks' mind in his numbness.
"Mom, I've made a decision." Tears continued to run down his face though he didn't seem to notice.
"What's that, Baby Boy?" Bulma asked carefully, reverting to Trunks' childhood nickname. She had immediately calmed down and was trying to not gain Trunks' hatred, which she knew was quite possible now.
"If Pan doesn't wake up in one week, I'll give you my full permission to pull her life support." He shuddered, but spoke in an emotionless monotone.
"Oh, Trunks! Please come home now!" The thought of the one person that had still had hope giving up, that Trunks had finally given in after all these painful times, rocked her, and she needed his presence.
"Okay, Mom. I'll be home soon." The monotone persisted, scaring Bulma more than anything else.
"Trunks, I love you."
"Bye, Mom."
Trunks hung up the phone and turned to look at Pan. The realization of what he had just done in calling Bulma hit him head on, and he crumpled into a ball on the floor and fainted.
End of Ch. 10!
Thank you so much to all of you who have been so patient with me. I've been sick and really busy lately, but I've made a resolution to post a chapter every week on Fridays, so I'll try and stick to that. Also, thank you to all of you who reviewed! Even if some are critical, they are all intelligent, so I appreciate them nonetheless.
CORRUPTED MIND: Okay!
Aeris: Please don't hurt me! Major writer's block!
Silver-silk: I'm glad you love my fic! Please keep reading!
Momiji-k: I actually added that after you suggested it. Thanks for the advice!
Fujiko: Thanks for the ideas. I might just use one or two!
Trunksdreamer: Thank you so much! I did say it was AU, so I don't know what's up with those people, but I appreciate greatly the support you showed. I hope I can keep going!
What will happen to Pan? Will Trunks be able to handle the result? Tune in next week to find out!
"No, honey. The situation is exactly the same as when you asked me this morning," Bulma said quietly, sitting in a chair in the living room. She lowered her head to her hands. Her beautiful blue hair, her pride and joy, just two months ago was shining with health and youthfulness. Now, on the other hand, it was starting to gray. The stress of having Pan in a coma had taken a large toll on her. "I hate to mention this again, Trunks, because I know how much it hurts you, but." Bulma raised her head to look into her son's eyes. "Trunks, the doctors are soon going to pronounce her brain dead. It's been two months, Trunks! It would be more merciful to let the doctors take her off of life support. I know that's a difficult idea for you, but-"
"Mom! I know, okay? I'm being selfish by trying to keep up hope that she'll wake up, aren't I? I'm sorry that you've given up, but I haven't dropped that low yet! I still believe in her and care about her! I can't help that I'm the only one who still believes, but that's the way it is, okay!?!?"
"Trunks," sighed Bulma, not even reacting to something would have had her out of her chair in times in the past. "I know it's hard to let go, but you have to move on! The doctors said that if she didn't wake up in a month, she wasn't going to. She didn't wake up, but I LEFT HER ON LIFE SUPPORT FOR YOU! I did it just for you! Everyone has come to grips with it except for you, Trunks!"
"Mom, you don't understand!" Trunks shouted, turning away to go towards the stairs.
Rising from her chair, Bulma had to count to ten and think about how much pain Trunks had to be going through. "Trunks, what don't I understand? Tell me, son! I know we'll miss her like hell, but you have to move on!" She laid a reassuring hand on her son's shoulder, hoping he would break down and finally let go of some of his emotions.
"MOM! I LOVE HER!" Trunks screamed. "I love her, okay? That's why I can't let go! That's why I can't accept it! Trunks yelled, going Super Saiyin. "Fine, now you know! Just leave me alone!" Trunks leapt into the air, flying over Bulma's head and out the front door.
"TRUNKS! Bulma ran out to the front yard, just in time to see Trunks fly in the direction of the hospital. "Trunks.Come back." Bulma fell to her knees and wept. "I don't know what I'll do if I lose you both."
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Trunks walked into Pan's room at the hospital and immediately went to his usual place next to Pan's bed. Pan had gotten thinner and thinner as time went on, until she was just skin over bones. Any sign of health had left her black hair, dark and matted with grease from the long time in bed. It pained Trunks greatly to look at her, but in his eyes, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Trunks stood beside her bed for a long time. Pan hadn't shown any signs of life or understanding for two months now. Trunks had started to feel encouraged about a month into it because the doctors had determined that her body was healing, and so it was. All the bruises and cuts from the rape were gone and all swelling had gone down. Pan's personal doctor, Dr. Malone, had said that this was a wonderful sign and that things were really looking up. But, suddenly, about two weeks later, Pan's heart beat had dropped while Trunks was standing in that very spot, kissing her hand and caressing her face. Her heart beat about forty times per minute, a dangerous low. Dr. Malone said that she thought that Pan's brain was dying, and that she wouldn't have much more time.
Trunks pulled up a chair and sat down, brushing Pan's hand in the process. When he wasn't speaking to her of love, he began blushing, even though he knew she couldn't feel it. He felt like a schoolboy whenever he was around her. Inside his mind he was certain she couldn't know he was there, but Trunks felt drawn to speak the words he had spoken a million times before in the last two months.
"Pan, please, wake up. I know I've said this before, but know it's more serious. The doctors are going to proclaim you braindead. If you don't wake up, I don't think it will matter if I fight or not, Dr. Malone will still pull the plug and you'll die! Die, Pan! Do you have any idea of what that would do to me? I couldn't live without you."
A single tear ran down his left cheek unnoticed as he pleaded, speaking words of love and encouragement. He spoke for a long time, but then rose from his chair, smoothing his lavender hair. One more look at Pan, once his enemy, once his sister and nothing more, and once, and now, his love, and his decision was made.
Walking over to the phone on the other side of the room, he finally noticed the tears that had been streaming down his cheeks for hours. He accepted them and then just let them run unchecked. He slowly lifted the drab phone to his ear and painstakingly dialed his own phone number.
"Hello?!?" Bulma yelled into the phone. It sounded like she had been crying, though that thought didn't reach Trunks' mind in his numbness.
"Mom, I've made a decision." Tears continued to run down his face though he didn't seem to notice.
"What's that, Baby Boy?" Bulma asked carefully, reverting to Trunks' childhood nickname. She had immediately calmed down and was trying to not gain Trunks' hatred, which she knew was quite possible now.
"If Pan doesn't wake up in one week, I'll give you my full permission to pull her life support." He shuddered, but spoke in an emotionless monotone.
"Oh, Trunks! Please come home now!" The thought of the one person that had still had hope giving up, that Trunks had finally given in after all these painful times, rocked her, and she needed his presence.
"Okay, Mom. I'll be home soon." The monotone persisted, scaring Bulma more than anything else.
"Trunks, I love you."
"Bye, Mom."
Trunks hung up the phone and turned to look at Pan. The realization of what he had just done in calling Bulma hit him head on, and he crumpled into a ball on the floor and fainted.
End of Ch. 10!
Thank you so much to all of you who have been so patient with me. I've been sick and really busy lately, but I've made a resolution to post a chapter every week on Fridays, so I'll try and stick to that. Also, thank you to all of you who reviewed! Even if some are critical, they are all intelligent, so I appreciate them nonetheless.
CORRUPTED MIND: Okay!
Aeris: Please don't hurt me! Major writer's block!
Silver-silk: I'm glad you love my fic! Please keep reading!
Momiji-k: I actually added that after you suggested it. Thanks for the advice!
Fujiko: Thanks for the ideas. I might just use one or two!
Trunksdreamer: Thank you so much! I did say it was AU, so I don't know what's up with those people, but I appreciate greatly the support you showed. I hope I can keep going!
What will happen to Pan? Will Trunks be able to handle the result? Tune in next week to find out!