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CHAPTER 5

The doctor comes into the room and shows us the results of my MRI scan. Trunks nods and looks at me to see if I can understand what the doctor is explaining. I don't understand a word of what he's saying, not because I'm dumb, but because I'm too surprised at who my doctor is.

"Uub?" I finally manage to say, cutting him off mid-sentence. He smiles, happy that I remember him. It's easy to remember his face. He has the same tan skin and black Mohawk he had the last time I saw him, which was when he went off to train with Grandpa Goku for a few years. "Wow. Has your wife ever told you look good in a white coat?"

Trunks gives me a sideways glance, not happy with my obvious flirting. I shrug innocently, It's not my fault Uub is hot.

Uub smiles shyly." Thank you Pan. But I'm not married."

I smile widely, before Trunks' deadly glare forces me to frown. Right. I'm married. Uub is off limits to me.

" I'm surprised to hear that." My smile creeps back into place, making it obvious I don't find the news of Uub being single upsetting at all. I reach out to touch the stethoscope draped around Uub's neck when Trunks spins Uub around in his chair to keep me from doing so. I let out an exasperated sigh, once again Trunks is ruining my life.

"If she didn't hit her head and isn't suffering from any brain tumors, then what is wrong with my wife?"

I begin to gag after Trunks refers to me as his wife. Ew, ew, ew! Why couldn't he have referred to me as his distant friend instead?

"Well. . ." Uub begins, scratching the tip of his nose thoughtfully." She seems to be showing symptoms of PTSD."

Seriously? I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? Pff. No way.

"Like I told you earlier, Doctor, nothing is wrong with me!" I shout." I'm not crazy and I don't have PT whatever! This is all some big ,stupid, lucid dream I'm stuck in."

Uub turns his head towards Trunks. " Anger and irritability are common symptoms."

Trunks smiles." No, she's always like that."

I grab a box filled with spandex gloves and blindly throw it at Trunks.

"Pan, you're not dreaming. You're just having very vivid flashbacks of your past." Uub says, with the sternness of a scolding grandparent.

Uub clears his throat." I'll prescribe some anti anxiety medication, which should help relieve some of the stress and keep the flashbacks at bay. In the meantime, I recommend going about your daily routines like you normally would . Maybe take a couple weeks off from work to clear your mind and relax."

"I don't have a job. Do I?" I ask, looking to Trunks for the answer.

Trunks gives a curt nod.

I roll my eyes." Wait, I have one question. What exactly is the cause of my PTSD?"

Uub exchanges a look with Trunks." Well, I'm assuming you must've endured a traumatic and stressful situation. Suppressing your memories is just your body's way of coping." Uub stands from his seat." As for what that traumatic situation is, I'll leave it for you to remember. When you do remember, I recommend you face your problem head-on, without fear. Excuse me." Uub walks past me and towards the door. I raise my eyebrows at Trunks, hoping he can explain what Uub had said in a way I could thoroughly understand, but Trunks turns away.

It's almost as if he's ashamed of something.

Fable passes by Uub, carrying a huge bag behind her. She slides the bag to Trunks' feet, spilling cans of pop, chips, and various other foods from the hospital's vending machines. " There, I bought out everything, now stop sending me on vending machine runs! I know Mommy can't be this hungry!"

As far as I know, the only traumatic event in my life is finding out I married my bully and had a kid with him. Facing my problems head-on without fear shouldn't be that tough. I mean, Fable's just a kid and Trunks is a passive dork.

Settling into the role as a wife and mother shouldn't be that hard, right? Besides, it's not like I'll be a wife/mother forever. Once my memories come back, I'll leave them behind and live life the way I wanted to in the first place- - without Trunks.

.+.+.+.+.

"I can't believe you can't fly," I groan as we walk through front door, with a bag of tacos in one hand and a thirty-two ounce pop in the other." Strange. I learned how to fly when I was just three! Why hasn't anyone taught you?"

This is the fifth time I've asked that question in the span of one hour. Fable and Trunks are beyond the point of annoyed. I think Trunks was tempted to drive away when I went into the restaurant to order us the tacos. I enjoy annoying my husband more than any wife would, but that's not the reason I keep asking that question. I truly find it unbelievable. What kind of mother was I if I couldn't even teach my kid how to fly?

Fable shrugs." I don't like being in high places." I watch her sadly as she removes her shoes by the front door. "Can I eat in the game room? Please?"

I peek over the wall to glance into the game room. My lips pucker as I contemplate the situation. White walls, white carpet, white couches facing each other. There's a glass coffee table in between the couches and against the wall is an enormous entertainment center equipped with side speaker panels, glass doors, and glass shelves with a large flat screen T.V sitting on the center of it.

I turn around. Trunks has already set the other bags of tacos, burritos, and nachos on the large dining table. It isn't long-large, can probably seat eight people at best but the wood is so thick it looks as if a giant made it.

"I don't think that's a good idea. We'll eat at the ugly table over there, okay?"

Fable shakes her head." That isn't the game room Mom." She takes me by the hand and leads me through a pair of automatic doors into the kitchen, which seems cramped in my opinion, with various cabinets, counters and the two fridges. At least the wooden floor is clean and pretty. Fable leads me through another pair of automatic doors, stopping in the center of another room: the game room.

I wiggle my toes in the soft fur of the bearskin rug beneath my feet. There aren't any couches in this room, just a chocolate colored futon propped against the wall, a bookshelf, a small T.V with a game console, and stairs in the corner that probably leads to a basement. Knowing Trunks, there's most likely a lab under the house.

There aren't any windows, but that's okay. The glass sliding door takes up the entire back wall, which probably keeps the room well lit in the daytime. Since it's night, Fable turns on the standing lamp near the door to help us see a little better.

"You're acting weird today." Fable remarks as she plops down in front of her game console.

"Uh-huh." I reply, sliding the glass door open so I can step outside. I barely notice the cool grass as I walk to the edge of the yard. There's a tall forest surrounding the house except for the spot in front of me, which gives me a perfect view of the city, with Capsule Corp at the center. The city lights twinkling brighter than the stars above.

"It's beautiful," I whisper, sensing Trunks beside me.

"Yeah," Trunks whispers back, taking my hand in his. Instead of pulling away, I let him guide me back into the house.

Our house.

.+.+.+.+.

Instead of eating with us in the game room, Trunks eats at the ugly table while scanning over papers related to his work. Fable and I multi task by playing the game console, and taking bites of our food when the game is loading.

Hours later, I'm about to pass level four when Trunks appears and shuts off the game. My jaw drops. He smiles," Bedtime."

Oh crap.

"W-what are you talking about?" I stammer." I'm twenty-two now, I don't have a bedtime."

Trunks points at Fable, who's curled in a fetal position beside me." You don't, but she does."

"Hey! She told me she was just resting! I can't believe she fell asleep on me!" I whine as Trunks bends down and picks her up. I drop the controller on the floor. Sighing, I follow him to Fable's room, which is the room across from. . . ours.

I don't go in. I patiently wait at the doorway while Trunks tucks her in bed. Lucky kid, she has an entire bed to herself.

Trunks turns on her nightlight before closing the door behind him. Our bodies are only inches away from touching, since this hall is unbelievably narrow. I instinctively take a step back, but Trunks doesn't seem to mind being so close to me.

"You don't have to go to bed, Pan." Trunks smirks." You can keep playing."

I grunt. Yeah right. What's the point of playing now? I didn't get a chance to save my game, if I played i'd have to start over at level one! No, Trunks knew I wouldn't keep playing if it meant starting over, maybe he shut the game off without warning on purpose.

"No. I was only playing it because Fable wanted me to."

"Sure you were," Trunks replies. Once his back is turned, I clench my fists and pretend to hit him with an imaginary bat while I follow him into the bathroom.

Trunks glances back at me, I lower my fists and smile innocently at him. He hands me a red toothbrush while he takes a blue toothbrush from the holder. The pink toothbrush must belong to Fable. There are two sinks in the bathroom. I think people call them His and Her sinks.

Trunks spits a large amount of toothpaste foam into his sink ( on the left side). Our eyes meet. I lean forward and spit out a tiny bit of the foam in my sink. Trunks lets out a small laugh and continues to brush his teeth. I keep brushing too, except I continue to brush at a quicker speed.

Trunks quickens his pace to match mine. Together, we quickly spit more foam into the sink, rinse our mouths and the remaining toothpaste from our brushes. Trunks loses his grip on his toothbrush. I smile, shoving my toothbrush in it's holder once second before Trunks. I raise both of my arms and shout," Done!"

I do a little victory dance to annoy him.

Trunks smiles ,then smacks me on the butt as he passes. "Good job."

I bristle," Why you little. . ."

"Ah, stop. That hurts, ouch. I'm sorry Panny." Trunks says in a girly, mocking tone. I punch him harder as he protectively shields his head from my fist. Annoyed with my stinging punches, he uncovers his face. I smile proudly as I punch him in the mouth. Ha!

Trunks smiles, wiping the blood from his lips with his wrist. I yelp as he traps me in a tight bear hug, then slams me down into the bed. Crap. It was a trap! He led me into the bedroom without me realizing it! He pins me down as I helplessly watch his hands trail over my sides, but not in a sensual manor. I curl into a ball but that doesn't stop him. He continues to tickle my sides, ignoring my protests.

"Stop. . ." I laugh. Ugh! Why do I have to laugh? This isn't fun at all! It's torture!" Stop, that tickles. . .Stop, stop. . .I'm going to pee my pants now stop!"

Trunks continues to tickle my sides until my face glows red, then he stops. I stop panting when I notice that he's still on top of me. Expecting me to push him away, I surprise him by leaning forward to give him a quick peck on the lips. Trunks raises his eyebrows, not sure what that kiss meant. I smile at him while positioning my legs so my toes are touching his abdomen. He doesn't notice.

"Trunks?"

"Yeah?"

" I think you should sleep on the floor tonight." I apply pressure to his abdomen, sending him backwards and off the bed. He grunts as he lands on the floor. I quickly grab a pillow and throw it at his face. His head falls back on the floor again from the impact of the pillow.

"Don't I get a blanket?" He asks, his voice muffled by the pillow.

"Mmm." I bite my lower lip." You can have a sheet. I'll sleep with the comforter."

Trunks claps his hands, plunging us in darkness. I roll to the side of the bed and peer into the darkness where I can hear Trunks breathing. "Goodnight Trunks."

"Goodnight Pan." He pauses." Did you remember to take your medicine?"

"Yeah," I lie.

I'll start taking it tomorrow.

Dad's words echo in my ears as I quickly fall asleep.

Tomorrow never comes.