"Peach, what's wrong?" Trunks asked, very concerned as he held her in his arms.
"My side—it hurts—" Peach softly said before doubling over.
"Ok—come on." Trunks said, helping her stand up. However, the moment she tried to take a step, Peach fell over in pain.
"Trunks..." Peach moaned out in pain before blacking out.
"Peach? Peach!" Trunks exclaimed, immediately picking her up bridal style.
"Mom, Dad! Mom!" Trunks yelled, panicked, running down the hall with Peach in his arms.
"Trunks, what's wrong? What happened?" Bulma asked, very concerned—not only when she saw the look on Trunks's face, but also when she saw Peach unconscious in his arms.
"I don't know; she said her side hurt, fell over and then passed out!" Trunks yelled, panicked.
"Trunks, relax a little. Lay her on the table." Bulma seriously said as she cleared a spot on the table; Trunks did as he was told.
"What's going on?" Vegeta asked, walking in from outside.
"I'm not one hundred percent sure, but I think I have an idea." Bulma said, lifting Peach's shirt and started applying pressure on her stomach, rubbing in a few different places.
"Ok... Get her to the hospital. I believe she has appendicitis—it's either erupted or about to." Bulma seriously said, looking at Trunks; he immediately picked her up and out the house he went, flying her to the hospital.
Two Hours Later:
"Where is she?" Vegeta asked once a nurse escorted him and Bulma to Peach's room.
"Surgery—" Trunks sighed, staring at the ceiling with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Still?" Bulma asked, shocked.
"They just took her ten minutes ago." Trunks said as calmly as he could.
"When did you two get here?" Bulma asked in shock.
"About an hour and forty-five minutes ago. I got her checked in and waited in the waiting room for about fifteen minutes before someone called us back; she came to once we got to the room. And then they had to ask all the standard questions:"
Name: Peach
Race: Nekodian
Birthdate: September 12th
Age: 17
Place of birth: Planet Neko
Where she's from: Planet Jade
Marital status: Not married-in a relationship with Trunks
Relationships: Marked by Trunks
Does she feel safe where she's living: Yes
Allergies: Unknown
Is she on medications: No
Does she drink: No
Does she smoke: No
Does she do drugs: No
What hurts: Abdomen
Where does it hurt: Lower right side
Does she have a fever: Yes
Lack of energy: Yes
Is she sexually active: No
Could she possibly be pregnant: No
Can you rate your pain from 1-10; 1 being very little pain and 10 being severe: 10
"Bla, bla, bla— They messed around with her stomach, had her pee in a cup to rule out pregnancy and to find whatever, got an IV in, and took blood. Let me tell you, that was no easy feat; she really did not like the needles and wouldn't hold still." Trunks calmly explained.
"Did you explain to her that it was important and to help her?" Bulma seriously asked.
"Yes… I also held her hand throughout the entire process." Trunks said, annoyed, arms still crossed over his chest, but now he was also tapping his foot in annoyance.
"Trunks—what's going on? Are you ok? You seem on edge." Bulma said, noticing something was off about him.
"Oh, you noticed that huh?" Trunks asked, agitated as he continued to tap his foot.
"What's going on?" Vegeta asked, demanding an answer.
"About half an hour ago, Immigration came by and handcuffed her to the bed." Trunks said, looking up at the ceiling; he was pissed off.
"What?! What do they want?" Bulma asked right away, very shocked while Vegeta stood there, confused.
"What the hell is Immigration?" Vegeta asked, annoyed, looking at Trunks and Bulma.
"Immigration is where the government sends people who aren't from the country, they're in, back to where they came from." Bulma explained as calmly as she could.
"What?" Vegeta asked, still confused.
"They're going to take Peach away and send her to Kami only knows where! Planet Neko and Jade were destroyed; gone!" Trunks exclaimed, very upset; he was beyond pissed off as he did his best to hold his tears back.
"Oh, Trunks—" Bulma sadly said as she went over to and hugged him tightly.
"Didn't you explain to this Immigration that you had marked the girl and you two can't be separated?" Vegeta asked right away.
"Yeah—but the guy didn't care. Because she's not a legal citizen, doesn't have a green card, school or work visa and we're not married. Instead of being able to come home from the hospital, Immigration is going to take her to some detention center until they can find somewhere that'll take her." Trunks explained, still beyond pissed off.
"Don't you worry about a thing; we'll figure something out. Call us when she gets out of surgery; come on Vegeta." Bulma said, dragging her husband out of the room.
"No, I'll take care of this—" Trunks said as he stood up and left the room...