Chapter 25
Donor
Vegeta walked into the room and was surprised to see all of the council members there. They were, in turn, surprised to see him as well. Komoku turned to him, and being as brazen as he was, was the first to speak. "My King, we were just talking…"
"As usual," Vegeta interrupted. He took his seat at the head of the oval table and looked at each and every face before he told a few guards to lock to doors and allow no one in. Not even Frieza. "We have much to talk about…"
Vegeta was quite surprised when Vidar spoke up. "…Yes, my King, we do…"
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Trunks eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the light slowly. With a grunt of pain he propped himself up on his elbows, finally taking a look at his surroundings. The room was plain white, with many different kinds of medical equipment that he didn't care to know. A few doctors were scurrying around, checking monitors and such. Probably on my stats, he thought to himself.
"Oh! Prince Trunks, you're awake. You mustn't try to get up just yet, or you may ruin your changes of a full recovery," a voice said to him.
Trunks turned his head slowly so as not to hurt his pain-filled neck, looking towards the speaker. It was a doctor, probably the head doctor. He nodded stiffly, and settled himself back down onto the bed. "When will I be able to walk again, Doctor?" he asked.
"We can't tell you that, Prince Trunks," he answered as he filled out some information on a clipboard. "It depends on you."
Trunks sighed lightly-he hated those kinds of answers, but now he suspected that there was really no other answer they could give him.
"Ok, Prince, we're going to need to ask you some questions so that we can see the extent of the damage done to you."
What? He thought to himself. There's nothing wrong with me… is there? He nodded again, but said nothing, blocking the troubled look from his eyes.
"Your name?"
"Trunks Briefs Vegeta."
"Good. Let's see now… how about… Your mother's name?"
"Bulma Briefs Vegeta," Trunks sighed in answer. There was nothing wrong with him, he was sure of that now, and it was like they were playing some sort of childish game to see how much he knew about himself. "I'm fine, doctor," he snapped, cutting him off from his next question. "Now leave me be." He had a back up plan as well-if the doctor would not leave him, he could just act like he passed out.
The doctor opened his mouth to say something, then abruptly shut it, as if remembering that this was the prince he was talking to, not a low class saiyan. He turned, and started to walk away without another word.
"Wait," Trunks called to him. "How… how is Son Pan fairing?"
The Doctor wondered why he would ask such a question, but did not voice his thoughts. "Well, Prince Trunks… I believe she is in hypovolemic shock."
Trunks cocked a brow, not understanding the doctor's medical terms. "Explain, would you?" It wasn't a question, but a command-and the doctor knew it too.
"Her skin is pallid and cold though she perspires, and her lips and nail beds have a bluish hue to them… Her heart rate has speeded up but her blood pressure is dropping… these are all symptoms of shock."
Trunks blinked for a few moments, trying to digest the information. He was no great friend of Pan's, but she had helped him in more ways then one, and she had been hurt, possibly killed, on his account. That did not settle well in his already unsettled mind. He then said nothing more, looking the opposite way of the doctor, finding the white wall very interesting.
Suddenly, he spoke, but did not turn his head. "Is there any available treatment?"
"Yes… she would need replacement of the lost blood," the doctor answered.
"…What blood type is she?" Trunks asked.
"…AB, my prince."
"Is that bad?"
"For her case, it is," The doctor answered.
"How so?" Trunks inquired.
"Because it is a rare blood type; not many people have it."
"How many is 'not many'?" Trunks persisted.
"Well," the doctor said, fidgeting, obviously fretful, "There are only two people in the palace that I know that have this blood type… Son Pan, and…. And…"
Trunks finished for him, his voice below a whisper.
"…and me."
Author's Note: I know I know, this chapter is short, but school's starting in a couple of days (Two, actually) And I didn't really have any time. I still don't. I don't know when the next chapter will be out-I'll try to make it long, but forgive me if it's not. Once I get everything in school handled, I'll be back ^.^ I'm starting high school, so….. You get the point.
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