Welcome all to Chapter 15! Ah, I'm so excited to have a computer that is
up and running again! I know I made you guys wait for a really long time,
but I hope you think it is worth it. Well, here is Chapter 15 in all it's
glory, ready and waiting for new readers to pick up on it!
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?" Bulma rose to her feet slowly as if in a daze. "Why are you awake? They drugged you so your convulsions and delusions would stop, so... so.... you should be asleep!!!!"
Bulma sank slowly into her chair, muttering to herself while Trunks worked up the energy to respond. Quickly she rose again and crossed the room at a brisk pace, her heels clicking on the linoleum. She immediatly visibly composed herself and began rummaging in her supplies. She found what she was looking for and examined the syringe in her hand.
"Mom...Mom, what are you doing?" Trunks moaned and tried to move, but failed.
"Shh... Honey... Your Saiyan blood ate through the medication, at least that's what I can figure. Here, have some more." She rose the needle and filled it with a yellow-green liquid.
"No... Mom! Mom..." Trunks spoke with more force as Bulma measured the medication.
"Shh... It's okay, Trunks. It's okay..." She raised his arm and found a vein. "Don't worry. With this much medication, you should be fine. It's double the dosage so you should stay asleep. Shhh..." she said, trying to comfort Trunks as she forced the medication into his bloodstream.
"Mom... I have to... I have to... I have... Pan..." His speech became constantly less and less understandable as the medicine attacked him.
As Trunks finally fell into a fitfull slumber, Bulma reached and patted his sweat-ridden head. She brushed his oily purple hair out of his face and thought, Oh, my poor son. He's been through so much with this girl. It's time he lets go. The rest of us have.
She walked over to her work, shaking her head and frowning slightly. A careful observer might have seen a stray tear or two, quickly wiped away from Bulma's perfect face.
When Trunks again gained conciousness, the world was fuzzy around the edges.
"Mom..." Trunks called. He heard her footsteps drawing nearer. "Mom!" he yelled, hoping the get her attention.
Bulma drew hear and leaned over his bedside. Her shoulder-length blue hair fell in front of her eyes, covering his view. "Trunks, honey, I'm so glad you're awake! You've been out for hours!"
The realization of what his mother had just said stabbed him like a knife. "How long?" he said slowly, controlling his emotions.
"Well, about three hours since I gave you the last treatment." She gently stroked his face. "I just wanted to make sure that everything was okay with my baby."
Trunks sat up suddenly and was rewarded with the world spinning around him. He gave himself a second to gather his senses and swung his legs around the side of the hospital bed. He realized that he was wearing a hospital gown and turned a bright red. He mother stared at him, amazed that he could do so much on next to no strength.
"Trunks! What are you doing?" Bulma rose and made a grab for him but missed. He continued walking, turning around only long enough to say, "I'm going to save Pan, but first I'm going to go find my clothes. If you'll excuse me..." He turned and stalked out of the room, leaving a startled Bulma to follow him out.
Well, there it is! I hope you enjoyed it, and I'll be updating soon. I haven't got the next one completely written yet, but I have pieces of it here or there. I think I have drawn this out for as long as I can. The answer to the great question, will Pan live or die, will be answered within two chapters! AHHH!! Please review, everyone. Even bad ones are better than nothing.
I haven't recieved any new reviews since the last time I posted.
Love to all, Panchan2
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?" Bulma rose to her feet slowly as if in a daze. "Why are you awake? They drugged you so your convulsions and delusions would stop, so... so.... you should be asleep!!!!"
Bulma sank slowly into her chair, muttering to herself while Trunks worked up the energy to respond. Quickly she rose again and crossed the room at a brisk pace, her heels clicking on the linoleum. She immediatly visibly composed herself and began rummaging in her supplies. She found what she was looking for and examined the syringe in her hand.
"Mom...Mom, what are you doing?" Trunks moaned and tried to move, but failed.
"Shh... Honey... Your Saiyan blood ate through the medication, at least that's what I can figure. Here, have some more." She rose the needle and filled it with a yellow-green liquid.
"No... Mom! Mom..." Trunks spoke with more force as Bulma measured the medication.
"Shh... It's okay, Trunks. It's okay..." She raised his arm and found a vein. "Don't worry. With this much medication, you should be fine. It's double the dosage so you should stay asleep. Shhh..." she said, trying to comfort Trunks as she forced the medication into his bloodstream.
"Mom... I have to... I have to... I have... Pan..." His speech became constantly less and less understandable as the medicine attacked him.
As Trunks finally fell into a fitfull slumber, Bulma reached and patted his sweat-ridden head. She brushed his oily purple hair out of his face and thought, Oh, my poor son. He's been through so much with this girl. It's time he lets go. The rest of us have.
She walked over to her work, shaking her head and frowning slightly. A careful observer might have seen a stray tear or two, quickly wiped away from Bulma's perfect face.
When Trunks again gained conciousness, the world was fuzzy around the edges.
"Mom..." Trunks called. He heard her footsteps drawing nearer. "Mom!" he yelled, hoping the get her attention.
Bulma drew hear and leaned over his bedside. Her shoulder-length blue hair fell in front of her eyes, covering his view. "Trunks, honey, I'm so glad you're awake! You've been out for hours!"
The realization of what his mother had just said stabbed him like a knife. "How long?" he said slowly, controlling his emotions.
"Well, about three hours since I gave you the last treatment." She gently stroked his face. "I just wanted to make sure that everything was okay with my baby."
Trunks sat up suddenly and was rewarded with the world spinning around him. He gave himself a second to gather his senses and swung his legs around the side of the hospital bed. He realized that he was wearing a hospital gown and turned a bright red. He mother stared at him, amazed that he could do so much on next to no strength.
"Trunks! What are you doing?" Bulma rose and made a grab for him but missed. He continued walking, turning around only long enough to say, "I'm going to save Pan, but first I'm going to go find my clothes. If you'll excuse me..." He turned and stalked out of the room, leaving a startled Bulma to follow him out.
Well, there it is! I hope you enjoyed it, and I'll be updating soon. I haven't got the next one completely written yet, but I have pieces of it here or there. I think I have drawn this out for as long as I can. The answer to the great question, will Pan live or die, will be answered within two chapters! AHHH!! Please review, everyone. Even bad ones are better than nothing.
I haven't recieved any new reviews since the last time I posted.
Love to all, Panchan2