Chapter 8: Session Two: Loose Ends
Elai was in the room watching everyone with a fear of what they might think of her. Her supposed Mother and father were at the head of the table. Goten, Bra, Marron, and Goku on the other side, with Bulma, Vegeta, and Chichi to the left. Trunks and Pan were standing hand-in-hand.
"So that's what happened…I wasn't sure about it, until I actually thought hard about it." She whispered.
"So you're certain this happened to you?" piped up Chichi.
"She's not completely certain, but she seems to remember a lot of things." Answered Trunks for her.
"I think I know how to get her memory back…" answered Zharia from out of nowhere.
"They told me to give you something when you got here. I think it'll help you." He took her hands and led her out of the room. He took her across the lawn to her bedroom, and held her by the hands.
"I'm not sure why, but I think I remember this place. This room." She whispered.
"Of course you would," he whispered back. "I was told to give you this when you got here. It'll help you gain your memory back."
"But I would forget you!"
"It's worth it," he whispered, then kissed her. "I know I won't forget you. I'll be back someday."
She held the small pill in her hands, and then went back over to Chichi's house. Everyone had left at this point, so she confronted Chichi.
"Chichi…I mean, Mrs. Son, I have a question for you."
Chichi looked up at the younger woman and smiled. "Yes?"
"You usually wear a Daffodil scented perfume, do you not?"
She smiled wide, and hugged the girl. "You truly are my granddaughter!"
Elai asked the woman for a glass of water, then downed the pill and looked at her again. "I should be back tomorrow or so."
When the bright-eyed-beauty woke up, she went over to the closet, and slipped out of her nightie, and into a pair of torn denim shorts. She slipped into a blue tank-top, brushed her long ebony locks, and slid into her sandals.
When she was done, she ran down-stairs and hugged her mom giving her a kiss, and hugged her father. The two looked up shocked.
"Morning Momma! Morning Papa!" she shrieked happily.
"I don't get it. You didn't remember us yesterday…now it's like you've known us forever." Whispered Gohan over his paper.
"I don't remember many things, papa. I remember you guys, though. How could I ever forget you?" She giggled and spun around walking outside. She picked up a few roses and took them over to her grandmother's house.
"Grandma Chichi! I'm here!" She set the roses on the table, and looked around the house. "Grandma? No, not this room…Grandmother?"
"Ack! Chichi walked out of the other room with a frying pan in her hands. "Who are you, and why are you calling me grandmother?"
"It's me, Pan. You didn't forget me, did you?"
"Panny? Hmm…what's your favorite color?" asked Chichi.
"Red," she replied.
"Food?"
"Anything!"
"Animal?"
"Uh…Oh! Dogs!"
"Plant?"
"Red, Red Roses."
"Oh, Darling, it IS you!" Chichi gave the younger woman a tight hug, and then went into the family room, where Goten was crashed on the couch, and Goku was outback sparring with Trunks. She gently shook Goten awake, who looked groggily at her.
"What mom?" he asked.
"Hi uncle Goten!" Pan tackled him and gave him a cheery hug.
"Goku, do you really think she's Pan?" asked Trunks.
"Well," he answered. "She shows some striking similarities. Both looks and personality, but you know what they say."
"Actually, I don't." Trunks responded.
"Well, they say everyone has a double. Looks, personality…Of course, with us saiyan's, we don't. We're all the same."
"This is true," he thought about it a moment, when a young woman walked into the middle of the spar. She took a strand of hair and twirled it on her finger looking at the men. She then tackled Goku. "Grandpa Goku!"
Goku gasped. Trunks looked onward, shocked.
When she righted herself again, finally, she looked at Trunks, bowing slightly.
"I was wondering…If we could go on a date. Maybe finish that camping trip I missed?"
"Eh. I can't go camping, but sure. Tonight at 5. Sound good?"
"Sounds fine!" She retorted and ran off towards the door, jumping in the air, and flying off to the Briefs residence.
"Mom, I'm telling you, it's Pan." She couldn't explain why she felt so strongly, but for some reason Bura just…thought that it was her. "I don't know why, but she remembered that party on my 5th birthday. Naïve, too, but she's Pan, I know it!"
"I'm not saying she's not, Bura. I'm just saying that I'm suspicious."
At this point, the doorbell rang. Bura went over and checked the monitor. It was Pan, wasn't it? Or was it?
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