I gave Nanna the plain tickets to England, so I wouldn't lose them later. She did have many questions about Chichi, Goku, and Goten, but I couldn't answer most of them because I didn't remember anything of them, just what I figured out, and what they revealed in there letter. She loved the idea of going to England but she didn't like the possibility of us getting hurt by any one else from our family. In the end we decided on talking to my brothers, and sisters about our moving plans.
Later that day however I had a disturbing call from Mike, who seemed out of breath, and in some sort of trouble.
"Pan Pan can you meet me at the gym in about 10 minutes?" he asked me. He sounded to be running, or something had taken his breath away.
"I'll be right there," I answered into him, before hanging up, and running out the door. Calling back to Nanna that I was going to the gym.
I ran to the gym feeling the pit of my stomach twist, and turn with worry. What if he was in real trouble andÉ and I quickened my pace seeing the gym in the distance. There, just outside the gym, I found Mike leaning against the wall, seeming not to notice me. He was holding his stomach, crouching down a little; it looked as if he was in pain by the way his shoulders shook.
"Mike, are you alright?" I asked putting my hand on his shoulder blade. He shrugged it off almost flinching at my touch, I noticed. I paid no attention to his reaction though, even though it hurt a little. "Are you alright?" I asked him again sincere worry shown in my eyes. He turned to me almost violently, and I stepped back, tripping down on the sidewalk, almost falling, but his hand reached over and caught my upper arm.
"I had a visit from Marron, she attacked me with a kitchen knife screaming bloody murder, because she believes I was the one being unfaithful," he explained to me almost calmly letting my arm go, and moving his hand from his stomach revealing to me a deep stomach wound, where Marron had stabbed him successfully. I gasped audibly, and stepped forward stopping when I saw his warning eyes telling me to stay back.
"You should be at the hospital," I stated watching as he leaned his entire back on the wall of the gym.
"I wanted to ask you something," he stated looking me straight in the eyes.
"Nothing could be more important than getting you too the hospital right now," I said hastily about to grab his hand and pull him to the hospital if I had to. He moved farther away shaking his head.
"Marron told me she saw me in the club leaving withÉ you," at this point he was looking at me sadly. "Why didn't you tell me? And why did I have to find out through Ôher'," he asked me sadly. He slid down the wall he had been leaning against, and held his stomach tightly to try and stop the bleeding. I was in shock, how could Marron have seen her, and why did she have to tell him? They weren't together anymore, why did she have to interfere!
"I didn't want you to feel guilty, because I knew you would even, if it isn't your fault," I told stuttered out still shocked. "It was my fault, don't worry about it," I continued trying to get over my shock.
"Why didn't you tell me? It is my fault and you know itÉ I should rot in hell for itÉ" he paused looking at me with tormented eyes. "I took your virginity," he practically whimpered near the breaking point. He looked away from me not able to look me in the eyes, any longer. He slumped lower looking to his feet and away from me.
"Look at me!" I ordered him kneeling down in front of him, tears finally falling from my eyes. I was touched as I found the extent of his care for me, he always wanted to protect me and I couldn't even imagine the torture he might be going through. "Please, please listen to meÉ it wasn't your fault, I was the one who told you to drinkÉ please Mike look at me," I begged feeling my heartbreak as I saw his cheeks wet with his own tears. He was crying and whispering something, which I figured out was apologies.
"Forgive me, I'm sorry," he shocked still keeping his face from turning to look me in the eyes. I raised my arms finally, and took hold of either side of his face, making him turn his face and look at me. His eyes looked tormented as a fresh wave of tears fell from those green eyes, running down his cheeks over my hands, and reaching his chin before falling to the ground. My heart ached; I didn't want him to cry anymore.
"Please, please, please don't cry, don't apologize, don't! It's not your faultÉ it's not your fault," I cried releasing his face, and circling my arms around his neck embracing him softly, careful not to touch his bleeding wound. I didn't expect him to hug me back but after a while he did, and pulled me closer crying on my shoulder as I did on his.
All of the sudden I feel him tense up, and I hear fast foot-steps heading towards us. With a small growl of pain, Mike turned me so I was able to see who was coming towards us, and stood carrying me in his arms. I found Marron running for us from a small distance carrying what seemed like a gun in her hand. What the hell was going on?!
"Fuck!" I heard Mike scream as we rounded a corner and found a dead end. A huge fence blocked our way to safety. We could hear Marron getting closer. "Pan, jump the fence quickly," Mike, ordered.
"No, I can't leave you with that psycho, she has a gun with her and seems real capable to use it," I told him stubbornly.
"Don't be stubborn right now Pan, just go!" he told me desperately as Marron's steps became closer.
With one last glance I began climbing the fence quickly, trying not to look back at Mike. Just as I was about to reach the top however, I heard a gun shot ring through the alley and felt a piercing pain in the side of my right thigh. I fell back to where Mike had been, and heard another 3 shots before I hit the ground. The moved in circles around me, until it all was too much, and the pain in my thigh intensified, and my whole body shook violently as pain after pain shot through my bodyÉ and I couldn't hear anything but my screams as I felt the agonizing feeling shoot through my whole body; I couldn't move as I felt a huge weight fall over my body making it hard for me to breath. I couldn't open my eyes fearing what I'll see, I could breath, I felt blood go up my throat and stop my breathing. Then it was all quiet, and dark. No noise, no pain, no nothing only solitude, and complete emptiness.
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"Don't worry girl, you're going to be okay," I saw a woman next to me wearing a nurse's uniform. I couldn't understand anything she said at all. "Just keep away, sweetie you're going to be just fine," she seemed to be talking to me, and running? I was on a bed of some sort; it must have had wheels.
I tried to open my mouth, and tell her I didn't understand, but nothing came out. I couldn't talk, I couldn't move, what was going on?! I began to panic, what had happened, I didn't remember.
"This will help you sleep, you're going to be alright; you fell from a really high fence, and received a gun shot. You're just lucky you not your friend," she kept talking to me, but I didn't understand anything she was telling me. She grabbed my arms, but I couldn't feel the contact even when she lighted it. She then mumbled something before inserting a needle into a vain.
10 minutes later the liquid she injected in me took effect, and my eyes closed on me involuntarily. I fell into the quiet nightmare once again.
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"HAHAHA" Marron laughed directing the gun at Mike, and firing
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(Author Note: Should I stop there? I should huh, some people are telling me toÉ ummm naw I'll keep going)
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Trunks POV
"Breaking News tonight ladies, and gentlemen, it seems that Son Corp. has finally found their granddaughter, Son Pan, who had been mysteriously disappeared at the tender age of 3 in a half." A reporter on television boomed happily. I rolled my ages annoyed at it, wow they found an heir for their corporation, that no good news for me. I had wanted to take over that corporation for a while now, and a stupid girl was going to get in my way. It may turn out to be a smaller challenge then I think, if the girl is interested in me. Oh yes if she likes me enough I can persuade her o do many things.
"Trunks! Have you heard the news, they found the granddaughter, they found the granddaughter, what are we going to do, they won't sell us the company if they have someone to work it," my sister Bra informed me of what I already have figured out.
"I know Bra, and I have a plan; lets just say I will use the talents and qualities my parents showed me in seduction," I smirked. She nodded understanding.
"Just be careful, who knows in the middle of the process you might fall for her yourself, who knows how attractive she might be, especially putting into account that she's a Son; the Son men are hot enough," she told me provably thinking of a way to see Goten, again. I snorted.
"Shows how much you know me little sister; I use women I don't attach myself to them, that's just a waist of my time," I commented bored, turning off the TV.
"One of these days big brother, you're going to fall hard, and if you keep your womanizing she won't stick around for long," she warned me as I walked past her, towards my room.
My parents had retired. My father from boxing, and my mother from running Capsule Corp., my mom gave me her corporation, and made me promise her I would make it the biggest, and most successful business in the world. I have nearly accomplished that; the only thing holding me back is the Son's Corp. Their ideas of All sport equipment is very impressive, and stylish, becoming equal with us even though we control technology.
Now the girl was found, and I haven't made up my mind if it was a good thing or bad. I was going to try anyway... It won't hurt to try, I hope.
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Pan POV
"When do you think she will wake up?" I heard noises whispering.
"We don't know Mr. Goten, it is a good thing you brought her here though, that hospital she was in was no good," I heard another voice respond. What was happening? How long have I been asleep? What were they saying!
"I hope she awakes soon, the reporters are going mad, and I need to ask her where brothers, and sisters are at," I heard the first voice say. "It's a good thing she's out of danger, the fracture to her back may have been dangerous for her spine," the voice sighed. I couldn't move, my whole body was numb, and I felt so weak. I wanted to know what they were saying, but I didn't feel like thinking anymore. My brain felt smooch, and like if it had been working while I was asleep.
"Yes, the fall she had must have been from a real high distance, because her back was slightly fractured," said the second voice, before everything became silent, followed by footsteps, and the shutting of a door.
I stayed awake for about another 3 more hours, or so before I could finally move a little. My body was responding while the time passed, but I couldn't open my eyes; I wasn't sure if it was willingly, or unwillingly. I now recognized the noises around me; people came near my bed once in a while, and talked to me. Saying things that they hoped I recovered soon, and even some saying they wished they were me
Why would anyone want to be me now? I was in a bed, unable to move, as my body was numb. After about 5 to 6 more hours, I was able to move my whole body, but still I didn't want to open my eyes. When I felt I was alone in the room, I finally opened my eyes, but only to close them again as the room was too bright for me to see anything.
"Doctor! She's finally waking up, should I tell the reporters so they could leave?" A female voice asked.
"No, tell her family," a man ordered, coming to my side. He must be talking about Nanna, and my brothers. Did what happened with Marron, that big? Oh my god.
"Mike!" I found myself sitting up, it the bed, so fast my stomach twisted in pain. I groaned that hurt. "Where's Mike, is he ok?" I asked trying to get my eyes accustomed to the light.
"Ms. Pan, please lay back down, you're in no condition to move so quickly," the male doctor told me, trying to push me back into the bad, but I resisted and looked at him. He was young, around 19 to 23 years old, with light blue eyes, and messy brown hair. He smiled at me, and showed a row of pearly white teeth.
"No" I resisted, trying to remove his hands from my shoulders. "I want to know Mike Jason's condition! Is he alright?!"I asked paniking trying to get off the bed. I heard the doctor call for the nurses.
"Please Pan, calm down ,you really should lie down, my nurse will bring some calming medicine, the doctor told me holding my shoulders tight preventing me from jumping off the bed.
"No, I need to know is he alright," I whispered desperately, hitting him in the chest. He didn't seem to feel it. I kept on hitting him with my weak fist trying to hurt him enough so he would let go.
"Pan he died two months ago in the scene, he had suffered two fatal gun wounds," one of the nurses told me, trying to help the doctor push me back down.
Ôno, no Mike couldn't have died, he was too strong to dieÉNO' I thought to myself shaking my head violently hurting my neck. "No you lying bitch, he can't have died, no he didn't," I screamed sobbing. Sobs shook my body, as I screamed my grief for the first time in my whole life. Never had I felt pain this instance.
"NO MIKE DIDN"T DIE,! THIS IS JUST A SICK JOKE!" I cried harder feeling as the doctor allowed me to sob in his chest, he growled for everyone to leave the room, and tell my family members what was going on and to not disturb.
"Pan I need you to calm down, I don't want to inject tranquilizers in your system," he told me calmly. I still kept on crying unable to stop.
"Did he really die, did he really die because of me? Did he?" I asked to no one in particular. He had been the only one she had been close to, her very first friend.
"Please calm down Pan, I don't know why he dies, but it wasn't your fault," he told me.
"So he did die?" I said to myself quietly, closing my eyes. Maybe this was a dream, and any second I would wake up, that same day everything happened and see him on the floor of his own apartment, wasted. Maybe it would have happened different and I would have died, instead of him.
"Yes," was the simple answer, "but-
"How long have I been in this hospital, and where is this hospital located?" I cut him off.
"You've been in a coma for 2 months," he said softly. "And you're in one of the best hospitals, in England.
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