AUTHOR NOTES: I apologize for taking so long in updatingÉ I have finals and have been too busy with boxing practice, homework, and studying to have any time to write. I accidentally put up my unedited version of chapter 8, hope you understand it J sorry
A Broken Life, A Broken Family Chapter 9 Confusion"W..whaÉt" I asked shocked at the new information. I couldn't be in England. It must be the name of the hospital or something. "Is that the name of the hospital?" I asked hopefully.
"No, I said you're in one of the best hospital in England, we currently reside in London, England, he paused hearing me gasp. "Your family the Sons, brought you here after hearing you were shot, they believed you're safer here," he stated watching me warily afraid I would go into another fit.
"Did Mike receive a decent burial?" I asked giving up. I couldn't do a thing about my friend dieing, I couldn't do anything about being brought to England without permission, I couldn't even help the fact that I had missed my friend's funeral, and that I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to him or to the gang. That's' when I remembered the bitch that made all this happen to me, Marron.
"Was Marron Chestnut caught by the police?" I asked looking up at the doctor, his name was Jason, I realized when I saw his tag.
He shook his head, "I assume she's the one who shoat you?" he asked me sitting down in the side of the bed. "No, she had fled the scene before you're American police got there," he told me seriously. He had a cute accent.
I sighed loudly, not only is my best friend dead, but also the one who killed him wasn't rotting in jail.
"They asked your family members, to contact back to the Americans soon as you have woken up and declare against who killed Mike," he told me softly. I nodded in understanding. The people haven't changed in my neighborhood. They were still tight lipped, and didn't get involve to help another person.
"Oh my god, where is my Nanna, and brothers," I asked panicking. They didn't know where they where! So they must have left them!
"Don't worry, Mr. Goten took care of everything. He managed to get in contact with your other family when at the hospital you were sent to after the shooting," he informed me calmly, smiling as I let out a huge breath.
"Thank god," I relaxed, feeling all the muscles on my body scream for rest. "Where are the Sons?" I asked curious to know of my grandparents, and uncle.
"They asked us to call them whenever you wake up, they couldn't stay in the hospital for 2 months straight," he stated standing from his seat, and walking to the room's window. "Speaking of which their on they're up," he stated as he looked down at whatever was down there. "It seem the media is giving them a hard time to get in the hospital," he smiled at me.
"Media?" I asked.
"Well yeah, you're the granddaughter of Mr. Goku Son, and Mrs. Chichi Son it's only normal having such a huge mob wanting to know about you after your parents took you away." Jason explained logically.
"I don't understand, are they that wealthy? Because I can't imagine the media badgering the poorer people in the country," I stated truthfully.
"You don't even know do you?" he asked me smiling a little. "You're the heir of a billion dollar corporation, that's why all those reporters downstairs are fighting , and paying my employees to get the story first. Their really getting harassed," he stated with a smile. He defiantly reminded me of Mike, except for the eyes. Mike's eyes were green.
"I didn't know," I stuttered out, amazed at the new development. Just then I heard my room's door open, and people's footsteps entering. The first to come in my line of sight was a tall man with wild hair pointing in all directions; he looked a little annoyed. The next to come in my sight was an aging female, with black hair, and black eyes; she looked angry. Then a young man came in. He was a younger version of the other male with the same hair structure and eyes, both black; he didn't seem angry at all. Instead he was smiling at me enthusiastically.
"Pan they are the Sons," I heard Jason tell me. The woman must be Chichi, Goku was the taller one of the two males, and Goten was the smiling idiot.
"Hi," I greeted politely. Not knowing what else to say. Chichi was the first to speak, and move towards me.
"Pan! Look at how much you've grown! You're such a pretty young lady," she praised stopping next to my bed, and hugging me. I didn't hug back, the feeling was still weird to me, but I let her hug as much as she wanted. After about what seemed like hours to me (because I felt uncomfortable) she let go. "You're brothers and sisters, are little angels, and Mrs. Bianka is a godsend, she's such a sweet, and down to earth woman," she told me approvingly.
"I'm glad," I told her sincerely. At least Nanna could fit inn everywhere. Goku was next to step up, his aura was strange, and he seemed like a down to earth guy that was made to wear a suit. He also seemed like a person she could really respect.
"Hey Panny," he said softly to me smiling the classic Son smile, we had the same smile as did Goten. "It has been a long time since I've seen you, how have you been?" he asked me really wanting to know.
"I survived," I said nodding thoughtfully before smiling. He was a person you could tell anything, and not feel stupid. Nodding to me seriously, he extended his hand out to me.
"Well I'm happy you are a survivor, and I'm trilled you're home," he said smiling slightly. He shook my hand with respect before stepping aside, and allowing Goten to walk next to my bed.
He smiled down at me, and began to dig for something in his pants' huge pockets. Finally finding what he had been looking for, he pulled out a familiar gold watch out for me. He never seized his smiling as he handed it to me.
"Panny, I'm beyond happiness for your deliverance back home safely. We were all really worried when we heard you have been shot, and not receiving proper medical careÉ so I decided to bring you back home without your permissionÉI'm sorry for not asking, but I'm not sorry for bringing you," he told me sincerely, and truthfully without looking away from my eyes, and bowing his head a little (they all had a cute accent). I was surprised he is the only person to talk to me with such respect, and truth in my life. He was definitely Goku's son. I wish I could have said the same about my own father.
I looked down at my locket, and opened it. Inside was the same picture of my infant years with Goten, but the other was different. My father was no longer in the picture, it was only chibi me, Goten holding my hand, and my grandparents behind us. I held it tight; they must have known the other picture made me sad to think what my parents once were. Now this new picture made me feel loved.
"Thank you," I whispered softly not looking up.
"It was nothing," he replied equally soft.
That's how our reunion played out. They come to visit me everyday, especially Goten. I found out that he couldn't take over the Son's Corporation, because he hated being in an office locked off from the world. He preferred to be free, and help people. I also found that Goku was a real good boxer, even at his older age; he looked younger, and practiced all the time. Then with Chichi I found she is a very good cook, bringing me treats all the time, and spoiling my younger siblings to no end. I had laughed my head off when my Nanna came for a visit, stressed. She had told me about how my grandma bought my brothers anything they wanted, and that she was spoiling them big time.
I had called back to the US, and talked to many of my friends. They were relieved to hear from me, but angry that I hadn't contacted them earlier. They understood in the end, that it was out of my hands. They told me about Mike's funeral, and of the process in which they were looking for Marron. They really missed me, as I did them. I also called Snow, the young girl I had met in the hospital, when my father had stabbed me. She was ecstatic when she heard from me. She said she had heard about the shooting, and that someone took me away. After reassuring her of my safety, our conversation ended, and I was left alone in my room.
Jason was around all the time, seeming he was my doctor; and seemed to understand me. But after he left I was alone in my room. I never liked being alone, but I usually was. It made me think of things I didn't want to remember.
It has been 2 weeks, since I awoke from my coma, and I never once walked out the room. I didn't know what I would find, so I stayed locked up in the room. I'm such a coward.
"Miss, would you need any company?" asked a young woman, opening my door slightly to peek in.
"Yes," I answered cheerfully, desperate for someone to talk to. She walked briskly in, and took a seat next to my bed.
"How you feeling?" she asked.
"Great, nothing hurts, anymore," I replied.
"That's great! When are they letting you out?" she asked sounding happy for me.
"Tomorrow," I said mostly to myself, realizing for the first time I was leaving the safety of this room tomorrow!
"Oh really around what time?" she asked.
"Noon," I said smiling politely, suddenly not feeling well, and not in a mood to talk.
"That's great! You're finally be going home, after so long," she said standing from her seat. "I really must get going, my break is almost over," she informed waving before exiting the room.
I sighed in relief. I was leaving tomorrow, and I didn't know if it was a good thing or bad. Its funny really, I've been confused about everything in my life, lately. And as I go on, my confusion only seems to intensify. That night I went to sleep with troubling dreams.
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Chichi had brought me some attire to wear. A hot pink spaghetti-strap-dress, coming just above my knees, and a pair of pink sandals. It fitting all the curves of my body, and went great with my skin tone, and color hair. She also gave me a pair of shades. I didn't like it at all, but to make an appearance to the media, Chichi told me I had to look presentable.
"Come on Pan! You look fine," called one of my brothers, who had been waiting for me outside my room, for the last 30 minutes, as I put on the ridiculously colorful dress.
"I look like a damn Barbie!" I cried looking myself over in the mirror, before walking over to the door, and opening it. Allowing him to take a look.
At first he had stared at my face in annoyance, not seeming to notice the dress. But when the dress's color got his attention he looked down and gaped at me, before bursting into fits of laughter.
"What's so funny?" I demanded feeling my face heat up in embarrassment. He didn't answer for several minutes, until his laugher calmed a little, and he chuckled softly.
"Nothing's wrong, I just never thought you of all people would ever wear a dress, and even less in that color," he smiled.
"I wear skirts sometimes," I protested his conclusion. He shook his head, smiling still.
"Skirts are different from dresses, and you wear only black," he said matter-of-factly.
I rolled my eyes; I had no clue of how a skirt, and dress could be so different. They both showed leg, and weren't shorts. "Whatever, so where's Goten?" I asked him as we began to walk down the hall, and down the stairs to the lobby.
"I don't know," he shrugged looking around the lobby. "Maybe he went to the bar to get a drink, wait right here I'll look for him," he said putting my things near a hospital awaiting-room sofa, and left. I went to sit, and lost myself in thought.
Goten had told me, that once I was outside the hospital I would have three bodyguards guarding me. As I would have to take classes to be a proper Ôlady'. I had been outraged at the idea, but after some convincing I had gave in and agreed. I also agreed in taking some classes, so I would know how to control the company if ever needed.
My thoughts were interrupted when the sofa shifted, and I felt someone's weight shift in the seat near me. I turned only to squeal in surprise, and moved to the armrest of the sofa causing my dress to ride up to mid-thigh. The guy had been so close to my face, I had felt his nose touch mine, and felt his breathing on my lips.
My movement didn't put much distance from the person, but it did give me a chance to look at the person. He was male, deep blue eyes, and lilac hair! It was Trunks!
"What were you trying to do!" I demanded, feeling my heart pound in my chest faster, every passing second.
"Nothing miss, I was trying to retrieve my pin that rolled over," Trunks said raising his hands in defense. My heart was still pounding though as much as I tried to calm it, it just kept going. Of all the people I could come across in England it had to be the one guy that had helped me when my dad had attacked me. ÔDamn'.
"May I ask for your name miss?" he asked me. I hesitated, but then remembered he couldn't have remembered me, or he would have said something, and she would be on TV sooner or later half the country must know her name by now.
"Pan Son," I stated simply, "what's your name?" I asked.
"Oh so you're the one the whole country is waiting for, I'm Trunks Brief nice to meet you Pan," he said shaking my hand, and smiling charmingly. "Well Pan, I have to go but call me some time, ok?" I smiled and nodded accepting the piece of paper he offered me, then he was gone.
I didn't stay alone for long though, Goten, and my brother where next to me seconds after Trunks had left. Goten had kept going passing me, and going in the direction I saw Trunks go, then he came back scowling.
"Was that a Briefs?" he asked me getting to the point. I nodded, watching as his scowl only deepened.
"Why what's wrong?" I asked confused, Trunks looked like a cool guy, why would Goten dislike him.
"Nothing, just stay away from him, alright?" he said seriously, looking me squarely in the eyes. I was about to protest, when a man in a chauffeur suit interrupted us.
"Mr. Goten we have to leave now, before the media double's in size," he stated respectfully. Goten turned to him, and nodded. We followed the chauffeur out the hospital with the bodyguard now guarding me at all sides. We got into the limousine quickly without too much problems, and rode off.
The car ride wasn't long, we got to the Son Corp about 15 minutes later, and I was allowed to see the Corporation for the first time. It was huge to say the least.
"So this is why everyone wants to see me, I'm the heir of the corporation," I stated more than asked, watching as Goten nodded. "Why didn't you take it," I asked confused. He shrugged.
"I don't really care for make-up, style, and everything else our corporation creates. So I know I would die of boredom in an office," he said simply walking towards the front doors. "The Corp. is connected to the house, so we could keep a close eye for intruders," he explained my next question.
"Oh," I understood, walking behind him, as he gave me a tour. My brother had left somewhere else, and it was only Goten and I. He finally showed me my room, and I settled in. I had my own phone line, and master bathroom. This was the life! Taking out Trunks' phone number I picked up my phone, and dialed. I know Goten didn't want me to talk to him, but he never told me the reason, and till the I'll talk to whoever the hell I want. Not to sound like an ungrateful bitch, but I like making my own decisions, especially when people don't agree.
Ring, Ring
"Hello?" a masculine voice asked. It was Trunks.
"Trunks?" I asked knowing it was he.
"Yes this is he, who's calling?" he asked.
"You forgot about me already?" I asked playfully thinking to myself I have gone crazy. I almost died I thought to myself, I need some fun in my life before I accept Son Corp.
"Pan?" he breathed seeming surprise to hear from me.
"Yeah, surprise?
"A little, I thought when your uncle saw me, that he would have surly told you to stay away from me," he said.
"Oh he did, but didn't say why, so here I am calling you.
"Yes, yes you are," he responded seeming amused. "I have a feeling that's not all, though.
"You're right, I don't know anyone else from this country, and I wanted to go party or something," I said hopefully he would want to take me.
"Party?" he repeated seeming unsure.
"Yeah party, you know when you go out, and have fun with music, dancing, and drinks," I said impatiently.
"You asking me out?" he chuckled amused. I blushed even over the phone people could embarrass me.
"Yeah to hang out, I'm bored," I played it out making me sound indifferent if he said no.
"Alright, I'm guessing you don't have much clothes since you barely got out of the hospital, so let's go to the mall first, then to a club, deal?" he said, having thought of a plan in seconds.
"Deal," I smiled into the receiver. After telling him where we could meet, I let him go, and went in search of Goten to tell him I was going out.
I found him soon after, in his study reading a very big book (I know it's not Goten becoming but I prefer a smart Goten). I knocked on the door signaling I was there, and walked in when he glanced at me in acknowledgement.
"Goten I'm heading out to the mall, then provably go site seeing," I said sitting next to him. "I'll be back later, k," I said standing back up ready to head out.
"Wait, whom are you going with?" he asked.
"With some nurses I met at the hospital, she told me she had time and wouldn't mind showing me around," I lied feeling bad for lying to Goten. He nodded believing my lie.
"Do you have money?" he asked reaching in his pant's pocket. I nodded furiously, not wanting to accept him money.
"Yeah I do, I did use to work in California, so don't worry about it," I said backing away as he extended a credit card for me to take.
"I don't have any use for this card," he said passing it to me before finishing, "it has your name on it." He finished smirking, as I stared at the card in disbelief.
"Thank you so much!" I said excitedly practically jumping.
"Now go on your shopping spree, it has enough money to buy 3 malls," he said waving me off.
As I walked away I felt guilt eat at my stomach knowing I was being ungrateful. Here he was giving me what I want, and I repay him by going out with the guy he specifically told me to stay away from. I knew I was doing something stupid, but that didn't stop me from leaving Son compounds, and meeting Trunks at the mall