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Hey all you ppl out there! Got the next chappy up! This chapter, Bulma and Vegeta gets some bad news. As always, enjoy!
Bad News
"I'm afraid she's-" "Doctor," she nurse from the desk came running from the hall. "We're through putting her up," she said. `That doesn't sound good!' Bulma bit her fingernail, anxious to hear the news. "Good. Did you do everything?" "Yes. Pan is..." the nurse looked at Bulma and Vegeta, "Resting, you could say." Vegeta didn't like that and all the noise going on in the waiting room from the psycho man they were bringing in didn't help.
"Fine. I'll be back in a moment to finish up. By the way, get the morgue ready for that body." "What?!?" Vegeta and Bulma's eyes dilated 3 times their size. The woman walked away. "Okay," the doctor took a breath, "back to the little girl. I'm very sorry but she's d-" "Let me go! I'm fine, I tell you!" the crazy man thrashed around on the bed.
"Calm down sir; we're just trying to help you!" the nurse said. "Let go of me! I'm calling my lawyer!" the man yelled as they rolled him down the hall. The doctor shook his head. "Another skitzo. Anyway, the girl is d-" "Dr. Brown, how much of this antidote should I give to this patient?" They started talking lowly to each other. Vegeta was getting a little frustrated. "When is he going to tell us?!" he said to Bulma. "Calm down Vegeta, he'll only be a moment. He better hurry it up," she mumbled to herself. The two doctors got through and the other doctor walked away.
"Okay, again," he said. "You see...Pan, she's d-" "Doctor, I need to speak to you for a moment." "Ugh, again!" Bulma rubbed her forehead. "I am going to stay cool, I am going to stay cool," Vegeta told himself. "Okay. Sorry you two," the doctor apologized. "It's ok. Just TELL us the news," Bulma sounded very impatient. "No problem. She's d-" "Doctor, I need you," Another person came. "Doctor," another came. "Doc, could you do this?" another came. "Brown, do-" "HOOOOOLLLLLDDDDD IT!!!!!" Bulma stood up and yelled. The whole waiting room stopped. Everyone was silent and looking at the crazy woman that just yelled, even Vegeta, who thought she had finally lost it.
"NOW I DON'T KNOW WHY, BUT EVERYONE SEEMS TO WANT TO INTERRUPT HIM WHEN HE'S TRYING TO TELL US SOMETHING BUT IT'S GOING TO STOP! IF HE HAS TO STOP ONE MORE TIME, SOMEONE IN THIS WAITING ROOM IS GOING TO BE THE ONE GETTING WAITED ON BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO BE IN A HOSPITAL BED TOO! GOT IT?!?!?!?!"
They all nodded and quietly went back to what they were doing, not wanting to make her any angrier. "Good," she took a deep breath and sat down, crossing her legs. "Continue doctor." The doctor, however, was still caught op in her little scene, as was Vegeta, who was staring her down. "Yes ma'am...so anyway. I'm afraid...I'm afraid that Pan...well she's-" "Spit it out already!" Bulma hurried. "Okay, ma'am; calm down! Maybe you should get checked in to this hospita-"
"I SAID CONTINUE!!!" she was acting like a mad woman. "Okay, okay! She's...she's doing poorly, I'm afraid. I doubt if she lives to see next Monday. I'm sorry," he lowered his head in respect of their bad news. Vegeta gave a deep sigh. Was this really happening? To him, of all people? Hadn't he suffered enough?
Bulma buried her head in his chest and began to cry. Vegeta had that `I knew it' look on his face. He wrapped his arms around Bulma, trying to sooth her. "I'm very sorry, ma'am. She hasn't much time left. She needs to go home, though; staying at the hospital with a lot of strangers isn't going to help her so it's best if she just stayed home."
"I have a prescription for some of the symptoms; it may help her live a little longer than said. Now, keep in mind that there is a slim chance she will get through this but a very slim chance, at that. If she starts passing out again or stops breathing, rush her here and we'll see what we can do. The nurse at the desk will give you the medicine. She is in room 207. Try to have a nice day. Goodbye." He walked away.
"Come on, woman; pull yourself together." He said softly. "I'm sorry. It's just that I can't stand to see a baby die." "She might make it; you act as if she's already dead. Now come on, let's get her and get out of here before I loose my sanity and kill someone." He stood up, pulling her up with him. "Okay," she sniffed.
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Bunny watched the whole scene from the doorway of the waiting room that led to the lunchroom. She had a tissue in her hand and tears in her eyes. "Oh Pan!" she blew her nose. Yamcha came from behind. "What? What's wrong?" he asked, zipping his pants up. "Poor Pan is dying. She doesn't have much time left." Bunny leaned on the doorframe.
"So; never liked that brat anyway," he muttered. Bunny turned around and glared. Before Yamcha could blink, he got kneed in the gut. "Oww!" he yelped in pain. He was hurt but more surprised by her actions. She had NEVER done anything like that before! "What was that for?!" "For talking badly of that poor, dying, child, you heartless beast! And go take a shower if you're going to attempt to try and get my daughter back; even she could smell all that perfume on you!" she stomped away.
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They opened a door to 207. It was a little room, made for children especially. There was a small bed in there. Vegeta walked up to it and looked in. There was Pan. She was sleep. "Come here," he told Bulma. She walked over beside him. "I want to show you something." He took her hand and placed it on Pan's cheek.
She stirred in her sleep. "Miss Bulma," she breathed. Bulma was surprised. "How did she know-" "Saiyans can tell one person from another by, not only looks, but the way their skin feels, smell, taste, sound of certain things they do like walk; everyone has a different walk. Saiyan senses are 100 times stronger than humans and most races in the universe."
"Really?" she asked. "Yeah. I remember the first time she did that to me," the room had a gloomy feeling overwhelming it again. Mrs. Briefs then opened the door and shut it back hard. She sighed distressfully and walked over to the crib by them. "What's wrong, mom?" "Oh honey, I just ran into Yamcha." "So?" Vegeta said.
"So? That beast said something bad about Pan!" she frowned. "What did you do?" Bulma asked. "I kneed him, that's what! He deserved it; the bastard!" she then shook like she was shaking off the anger. "You did what?!" Bulma gaped. Vegeta smirked. "What? You've never done that before!" she said. "I know. Vegeta must be rubbing off on me," she said in an amused tone.
"What ever made you think I go around hitting people just because they made me mad? Why would I ever do such a thing?" he asked, innocently. Bulma and Bunny laughed. Pan was awoken by all the commotion. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up. "Uncle Vegeta," she said, sleepily. They all turned to her. "Pan!" Bulma and Bunny yelled in unison.
Pan winced as her already hurting ears began o hurt worse. "Down't yellwe. Miy eawes huwte." "Oh, I'm sorry dear," Bunny kissed her on her forehead. "Uncle Vegeta, I wante tow gowe home," she reached out. "Let's go then," he picked her up. Bulma opened the door and they walked out. Vegeta held Pan tighter than usual.
He didn't know what he'd do without her giggling and laughing and crying and hugs and kisses and all that. They couldn't even wish her back because it would be a natural death. He would really miss her. They all would...
They got to the front desk and got her medicine. They took Bulma's capsule car that she had in her purse, including Yamcha, who still wanted to talk to Bulma and wouldn't leave until they talked. Pan fell back asleep during the ride. They arrived home about 20 minutes later.
"What time is it, mom?" Bunny looked at her watch. "9:00" she said. "Ugh. We're going to heave to figure out who watches Pan when. She can't be left alone, you know," she said, taking off her shoes. "We need to talk, Bulm-" "Yamcha, go take your sorry behind up to my room and wait! Kami!" Yamcha didn't like her tone but obeyed.
Mrs. Briefs glared at him as he left. Yamcha was a little frightened so didn't waste any time leaving. "Anyway," Bulma muttered. "Well, I have to train for those robots," Vegeta said. "I have to work more than usual because this is a busy month and we're making a lot of deals with other companies," Bulma said. "And I have to do the house work and cooking and shopping," Bunny finished. "Well, how about this," Bulma started.
"Mom, you could watch Pan in the morning from 7:00 till 1:00. That would be 6 hours for me to work, which is around how long I usually work on my inventions. Then at 1:00, I could take Pan with me to my office and watch her while I do some paper work and meeting with people. Then, when I come back home at 8:00, Vegeta can take over and the cycle starts over the next morning."
"That might work, woman. That gives me about 13 hours to train-" "Correction: 12 hours, 59 minutes, and 38 seconds. You have to take out the 10 seconds it takes you to walk to the house at lunch time, the two seconds to inhale your food, and the 10 seconds it takes to get back to your gravity room and isolate yourself from the rest of humanity."
Bunny smiled, trying not to laugh. Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Hardy har har. I'm dying of laughter. Oh, and you should take out around 10 hours out of your time. It's going to take a long time for your facial," he shot back. "You!" she hit him. He started laughing. "What? Did I say something wrong?" "Shut up," she smiled.
Pan woke up again. "Uncle Vegeta, I down'te feel goowde," she pouted. "Awwww," Bulma and Bunny said. "Be quiet! She's weak enough without you two helping!" he sneered. "Oh, Veggie," Bunny sighed. "I'll stay with her today. We'll start our plan tomorrow. Got that?" he asked. They nodded. Bunny went in the kitchen.
Vegeta and Bulma headed upstairs and parted their ways. Bulma walked in her room and slammed the door. She tossed her shoes over by the closet and took her jacket off. Yamcha was sat up on the bed. "Why don't you come join me, Bulma?" he patted the bed. She rolled her eyes at him. "I am not going near that bed with you on it and you know it so don't act stupid."
"Oh, so you'll have sleep in the same bed as that monkey but not me?!" "Yes. I would and I did. We were in here all last night. In fact, I invited him to stay after I came home from our `date'! And, frankly, I don't care WHAT you think about it or if you approve of it!" she sat down in the seat in front of her mirror attached to her dresser and picked up a brush.
"You know I like you better!" "And I like Vegeta better! I know he isn't going to run after everything in a skirt like you! He doesn't even LIKE most humans, including YOU!" she brushed her hair as she spoke. "I don't care WHAT he likes but he can't have my girlfriend!" "Which one?! Me or one of your other victims?!" she spat. "Hey, I resent that!"
"Well, it's true you man whore!" "Just because I have to find pleasure out of other women because you don't give me any doesn't mean I'm a whore!" he crossed his arms. "Oh, so I'm just here for you to look at, I guess!" "Obviously! We don't do anything!" "See, that's what I'm talking about right there! You don't make me want to jump in bed with you!"
"You're always talking about sex! Vegeta doesn't do that; he doesn't constantly harass me into sleeping with him or anything! You know, when you don't, that's when a woman wouldn't mind doing it but you wouldn't know that since all you date is hoes besides me!" she slammed the brush down. "Correction: all I date is hoes period!"
Bulma stood up with her hands on her hips. "What does that mean?!" "What do you think, hoe?!" he yelled back. "That's it! I'm tired of you! That's why I'll never sleep with you! And while Vegeta and I are at it, I'm going to call you so you can hear and get jealous! Now get out!" she threw the brush at him. He dodged it and it hit the wall.
"Fine, wench!" he stomped out and slammed the door. "Ugh!!!!" she fell back on her bed.
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Vegeta walked in his room and closed the door. Pan started to feel really sick. Vegeta looked down at her green face. "What's wrong?" he picked her up in his hands under her arms and put her arm-length to him. "I don't fewle goode," suddenly, as if on cue, she threw up all over his t-shirt. It dripped all onto the carpet and shoes and pants.
"I sowwy," Pan said, wiping her mouth. Vegeta sighed, looking down at himself. "This is my life..."
Awww! Poor Panny-chan isn't doing well! I'm sure Vegeta isn't doing peachy either, especially after she threw up all over him. Next chapter, something happens but I don't know what so you'll have to find out later cuz I don't have my ideas in line yet. Peace out!
Veggie-Trunks
Hey all you ppl out there! Got the next chappy up! This chapter, Bulma and Vegeta gets some bad news. As always, enjoy!
Bad News
"I'm afraid she's-" "Doctor," she nurse from the desk came running from the hall. "We're through putting her up," she said. `That doesn't sound good!' Bulma bit her fingernail, anxious to hear the news. "Good. Did you do everything?" "Yes. Pan is..." the nurse looked at Bulma and Vegeta, "Resting, you could say." Vegeta didn't like that and all the noise going on in the waiting room from the psycho man they were bringing in didn't help.
"Fine. I'll be back in a moment to finish up. By the way, get the morgue ready for that body." "What?!?" Vegeta and Bulma's eyes dilated 3 times their size. The woman walked away. "Okay," the doctor took a breath, "back to the little girl. I'm very sorry but she's d-" "Let me go! I'm fine, I tell you!" the crazy man thrashed around on the bed.
"Calm down sir; we're just trying to help you!" the nurse said. "Let go of me! I'm calling my lawyer!" the man yelled as they rolled him down the hall. The doctor shook his head. "Another skitzo. Anyway, the girl is d-" "Dr. Brown, how much of this antidote should I give to this patient?" They started talking lowly to each other. Vegeta was getting a little frustrated. "When is he going to tell us?!" he said to Bulma. "Calm down Vegeta, he'll only be a moment. He better hurry it up," she mumbled to herself. The two doctors got through and the other doctor walked away.
"Okay, again," he said. "You see...Pan, she's d-" "Doctor, I need to speak to you for a moment." "Ugh, again!" Bulma rubbed her forehead. "I am going to stay cool, I am going to stay cool," Vegeta told himself. "Okay. Sorry you two," the doctor apologized. "It's ok. Just TELL us the news," Bulma sounded very impatient. "No problem. She's d-" "Doctor, I need you," Another person came. "Doctor," another came. "Doc, could you do this?" another came. "Brown, do-" "HOOOOOLLLLLDDDDD IT!!!!!" Bulma stood up and yelled. The whole waiting room stopped. Everyone was silent and looking at the crazy woman that just yelled, even Vegeta, who thought she had finally lost it.
"NOW I DON'T KNOW WHY, BUT EVERYONE SEEMS TO WANT TO INTERRUPT HIM WHEN HE'S TRYING TO TELL US SOMETHING BUT IT'S GOING TO STOP! IF HE HAS TO STOP ONE MORE TIME, SOMEONE IN THIS WAITING ROOM IS GOING TO BE THE ONE GETTING WAITED ON BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO BE IN A HOSPITAL BED TOO! GOT IT?!?!?!?!"
They all nodded and quietly went back to what they were doing, not wanting to make her any angrier. "Good," she took a deep breath and sat down, crossing her legs. "Continue doctor." The doctor, however, was still caught op in her little scene, as was Vegeta, who was staring her down. "Yes ma'am...so anyway. I'm afraid...I'm afraid that Pan...well she's-" "Spit it out already!" Bulma hurried. "Okay, ma'am; calm down! Maybe you should get checked in to this hospita-"
"I SAID CONTINUE!!!" she was acting like a mad woman. "Okay, okay! She's...she's doing poorly, I'm afraid. I doubt if she lives to see next Monday. I'm sorry," he lowered his head in respect of their bad news. Vegeta gave a deep sigh. Was this really happening? To him, of all people? Hadn't he suffered enough?
Bulma buried her head in his chest and began to cry. Vegeta had that `I knew it' look on his face. He wrapped his arms around Bulma, trying to sooth her. "I'm very sorry, ma'am. She hasn't much time left. She needs to go home, though; staying at the hospital with a lot of strangers isn't going to help her so it's best if she just stayed home."
"I have a prescription for some of the symptoms; it may help her live a little longer than said. Now, keep in mind that there is a slim chance she will get through this but a very slim chance, at that. If she starts passing out again or stops breathing, rush her here and we'll see what we can do. The nurse at the desk will give you the medicine. She is in room 207. Try to have a nice day. Goodbye." He walked away.
"Come on, woman; pull yourself together." He said softly. "I'm sorry. It's just that I can't stand to see a baby die." "She might make it; you act as if she's already dead. Now come on, let's get her and get out of here before I loose my sanity and kill someone." He stood up, pulling her up with him. "Okay," she sniffed.
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Bunny watched the whole scene from the doorway of the waiting room that led to the lunchroom. She had a tissue in her hand and tears in her eyes. "Oh Pan!" she blew her nose. Yamcha came from behind. "What? What's wrong?" he asked, zipping his pants up. "Poor Pan is dying. She doesn't have much time left." Bunny leaned on the doorframe.
"So; never liked that brat anyway," he muttered. Bunny turned around and glared. Before Yamcha could blink, he got kneed in the gut. "Oww!" he yelped in pain. He was hurt but more surprised by her actions. She had NEVER done anything like that before! "What was that for?!" "For talking badly of that poor, dying, child, you heartless beast! And go take a shower if you're going to attempt to try and get my daughter back; even she could smell all that perfume on you!" she stomped away.
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They opened a door to 207. It was a little room, made for children especially. There was a small bed in there. Vegeta walked up to it and looked in. There was Pan. She was sleep. "Come here," he told Bulma. She walked over beside him. "I want to show you something." He took her hand and placed it on Pan's cheek.
She stirred in her sleep. "Miss Bulma," she breathed. Bulma was surprised. "How did she know-" "Saiyans can tell one person from another by, not only looks, but the way their skin feels, smell, taste, sound of certain things they do like walk; everyone has a different walk. Saiyan senses are 100 times stronger than humans and most races in the universe."
"Really?" she asked. "Yeah. I remember the first time she did that to me," the room had a gloomy feeling overwhelming it again. Mrs. Briefs then opened the door and shut it back hard. She sighed distressfully and walked over to the crib by them. "What's wrong, mom?" "Oh honey, I just ran into Yamcha." "So?" Vegeta said.
"So? That beast said something bad about Pan!" she frowned. "What did you do?" Bulma asked. "I kneed him, that's what! He deserved it; the bastard!" she then shook like she was shaking off the anger. "You did what?!" Bulma gaped. Vegeta smirked. "What? You've never done that before!" she said. "I know. Vegeta must be rubbing off on me," she said in an amused tone.
"What ever made you think I go around hitting people just because they made me mad? Why would I ever do such a thing?" he asked, innocently. Bulma and Bunny laughed. Pan was awoken by all the commotion. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up. "Uncle Vegeta," she said, sleepily. They all turned to her. "Pan!" Bulma and Bunny yelled in unison.
Pan winced as her already hurting ears began o hurt worse. "Down't yellwe. Miy eawes huwte." "Oh, I'm sorry dear," Bunny kissed her on her forehead. "Uncle Vegeta, I wante tow gowe home," she reached out. "Let's go then," he picked her up. Bulma opened the door and they walked out. Vegeta held Pan tighter than usual.
He didn't know what he'd do without her giggling and laughing and crying and hugs and kisses and all that. They couldn't even wish her back because it would be a natural death. He would really miss her. They all would...
They got to the front desk and got her medicine. They took Bulma's capsule car that she had in her purse, including Yamcha, who still wanted to talk to Bulma and wouldn't leave until they talked. Pan fell back asleep during the ride. They arrived home about 20 minutes later.
"What time is it, mom?" Bunny looked at her watch. "9:00" she said. "Ugh. We're going to heave to figure out who watches Pan when. She can't be left alone, you know," she said, taking off her shoes. "We need to talk, Bulm-" "Yamcha, go take your sorry behind up to my room and wait! Kami!" Yamcha didn't like her tone but obeyed.
Mrs. Briefs glared at him as he left. Yamcha was a little frightened so didn't waste any time leaving. "Anyway," Bulma muttered. "Well, I have to train for those robots," Vegeta said. "I have to work more than usual because this is a busy month and we're making a lot of deals with other companies," Bulma said. "And I have to do the house work and cooking and shopping," Bunny finished. "Well, how about this," Bulma started.
"Mom, you could watch Pan in the morning from 7:00 till 1:00. That would be 6 hours for me to work, which is around how long I usually work on my inventions. Then at 1:00, I could take Pan with me to my office and watch her while I do some paper work and meeting with people. Then, when I come back home at 8:00, Vegeta can take over and the cycle starts over the next morning."
"That might work, woman. That gives me about 13 hours to train-" "Correction: 12 hours, 59 minutes, and 38 seconds. You have to take out the 10 seconds it takes you to walk to the house at lunch time, the two seconds to inhale your food, and the 10 seconds it takes to get back to your gravity room and isolate yourself from the rest of humanity."
Bunny smiled, trying not to laugh. Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Hardy har har. I'm dying of laughter. Oh, and you should take out around 10 hours out of your time. It's going to take a long time for your facial," he shot back. "You!" she hit him. He started laughing. "What? Did I say something wrong?" "Shut up," she smiled.
Pan woke up again. "Uncle Vegeta, I down'te feel goowde," she pouted. "Awwww," Bulma and Bunny said. "Be quiet! She's weak enough without you two helping!" he sneered. "Oh, Veggie," Bunny sighed. "I'll stay with her today. We'll start our plan tomorrow. Got that?" he asked. They nodded. Bunny went in the kitchen.
Vegeta and Bulma headed upstairs and parted their ways. Bulma walked in her room and slammed the door. She tossed her shoes over by the closet and took her jacket off. Yamcha was sat up on the bed. "Why don't you come join me, Bulma?" he patted the bed. She rolled her eyes at him. "I am not going near that bed with you on it and you know it so don't act stupid."
"Oh, so you'll have sleep in the same bed as that monkey but not me?!" "Yes. I would and I did. We were in here all last night. In fact, I invited him to stay after I came home from our `date'! And, frankly, I don't care WHAT you think about it or if you approve of it!" she sat down in the seat in front of her mirror attached to her dresser and picked up a brush.
"You know I like you better!" "And I like Vegeta better! I know he isn't going to run after everything in a skirt like you! He doesn't even LIKE most humans, including YOU!" she brushed her hair as she spoke. "I don't care WHAT he likes but he can't have my girlfriend!" "Which one?! Me or one of your other victims?!" she spat. "Hey, I resent that!"
"Well, it's true you man whore!" "Just because I have to find pleasure out of other women because you don't give me any doesn't mean I'm a whore!" he crossed his arms. "Oh, so I'm just here for you to look at, I guess!" "Obviously! We don't do anything!" "See, that's what I'm talking about right there! You don't make me want to jump in bed with you!"
"You're always talking about sex! Vegeta doesn't do that; he doesn't constantly harass me into sleeping with him or anything! You know, when you don't, that's when a woman wouldn't mind doing it but you wouldn't know that since all you date is hoes besides me!" she slammed the brush down. "Correction: all I date is hoes period!"
Bulma stood up with her hands on her hips. "What does that mean?!" "What do you think, hoe?!" he yelled back. "That's it! I'm tired of you! That's why I'll never sleep with you! And while Vegeta and I are at it, I'm going to call you so you can hear and get jealous! Now get out!" she threw the brush at him. He dodged it and it hit the wall.
"Fine, wench!" he stomped out and slammed the door. "Ugh!!!!" she fell back on her bed.
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Vegeta walked in his room and closed the door. Pan started to feel really sick. Vegeta looked down at her green face. "What's wrong?" he picked her up in his hands under her arms and put her arm-length to him. "I don't fewle goode," suddenly, as if on cue, she threw up all over his t-shirt. It dripped all onto the carpet and shoes and pants.
"I sowwy," Pan said, wiping her mouth. Vegeta sighed, looking down at himself. "This is my life..."
Awww! Poor Panny-chan isn't doing well! I'm sure Vegeta isn't doing peachy either, especially after she threw up all over him. Next chapter, something happens but I don't know what so you'll have to find out later cuz I don't have my ideas in line yet. Peace out!
Veggie-Trunks