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Goten stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. It was 2 days after he had spent the night at Trunks. For some reason, he was, well, he didn't know. He was angry and hurt. Goten sat bolt upright with a sudden epiphany. He was jealous. And even worse, he was jealous of Trunks. He knew why, it was because of Cillia. He didn't think it was fair that Trunks would get to see her every week. She didn't even know where he lived. I'm going to spend a lot more time at Trunks' from now on. He'd never felt this way about anyone before. Trunks always gets the girls! He could at least let me have this one. There was a comotion downstairs.*he hears muffled voices* "Hello mother, Hi dad." Goten heard a cheerful Gohan. "Grandpa!," squealed an over-enthusiastic Pan, "Where's uncle Goten?" He sighed and got up. He loved his niece dearly, but she was just a little too...exuberant. Just as he was going down the stairs a bouncing ball of energy hit him in the midriff and clung. "Hello, Pan." "Uncle Goten, guess what I want to do?" "Um, play dolls. (she shakes her head) Have a tea-party?" Pan just shakes her head. "I want to go to Bra's house after dinner!" Goten couldn't believe his luck. I can go with her to see Trunks and it's about the time Cillia would pick her dad up."Yeah sure, OK I'll go with you." Pan just squealed and raced down stairs. He sat next to Gohan and began to wolf down his dinner. Gohan did likewise and Goku was done with his oversized first helping before Chi-chi and Videl picked up their forks. When all three mega-sized pots of spaghetti were gone, Gohan turned to Goten. "Goten, I heard that you and Trunks are getting careless about blocking all your blasts." "Where did you here that?"said Goten defensively. "From a student of mine named Cillia Fen. I want to know the whole story." Goten looked at him, surprised, then began telling him the story. "That's basically it. Although...." "What Goten?" He let out a sigh of exasperation."Gohan, she, she would have been fine if we'd left her alone. Trunks and Me both felt her power, it was awesome. And, she saw us in the air." A silence hung between them. It was broken by Pan, who was now at Goten's knee. "Come on, Uncle, you said you'd take me to Bra's!" Goten laughed."All right, all right, I surrender!" He allowed himself to be pulled out the door by Pan and into an air car. Trunks was bored. He didn't feel like training and his homework was done. He decided to go find his grandfather and help him with whatever he was doing. Before he got to the experimentory room, he heard a low growling from a side door. Who could that be?he thought as he opened the door. He jumped back. Cillia was standing there, dripping wet (it was pouring outside) with a murderous look on her face. "Where...is...my...father?" "He should be in the next room," he said, surprised."Why?" "I'm...going...to...rip him...apart...for...locking...me...out...in...the...rain!" She was shivering violently now. Trunks took the initiative and drew her inside. She was barely aware of Trunks picking her up and carrying her all the way to the bedroom she had slept in the other night. She went unconcious as he layed her on the bed. He felt her forehead. She was burning up. He ran out of her room and broke into a sprint down the hall. He burst in on Dr.Briefs, Dr.Fen, and Bulma looking at a piece of equipment. "Mom, come on, Cillia's got a fever!" All three heads jerked up at his words. "What?"they exclaimed together. "There isn't time to explain. Mom, come on!"He dragged her bodily out the door, where she seemed to pull herself together and ran with him down the hall. When they got to the bedroom, Cillia had thrashed about so much that the covers had been kicked off. Bulma gasped and covered her back up. "Explain, now," said Bulma while she un-incapsulated a medical kit. "I found her outside saying that she was going to kill her father for locking her out," Trunks said with concern. The doorbell rang. "Trunks, get that will you?" Bulma asked, distracted. Trunks left. He walked quickly to answer the door. He wanted to get back and help his mother. He liked Cillia. He wanted her to get better. He opened the door. "Goten! Pan! What are you doing here?" Trunks looked surprised but worried. I wonder what's up? Goten thought. Pan was gone. she had streaked through the door as soon as it opened. "Nevermind," said Trunks. He turned around and ran down the hall. Goten shut the door and followed. They both turned into the bedroom Cillia had slept in. What the..? Then he got inside. "By Shenlong's egg! What happened!" he exclaimed. "She has pnuemonia," Bulma said briskly, "Trunks, if you would." Trunks picked her up and walked swiftly down the hall with her in his arms. When they got to the medical extension of the sprawling complex of Capsule Corp. he set her down in a bed in the nearest room. Bulma hooked her up to several monitors. She sighed and said,"She'll be fine. She'll have to stay here for a day or two, but she will be fine." As Bulma said this, An explosion came from the lab where Dr.Fen and Dr.Briefs were working. The three looked at each other and raced down the hallway yet again that night. When they got there they saw a spluttering Dr.Briefs stumble out of a door with smoke pouring out of it. "Is Dr.Fen OK?" Bulma asked. "Don't (cough) know (cough)" Trunks and Goten darted into the room. Smoke was everywhere. It was so thick that they could have held it in a bottle. Goten tried to see. Impossible. "Trunks, we're going to have to feel for him." Goten merely heard a grunt in reply. I'll take that as a "Yes Goten, I think we should. I'll get right on it." He put his arms to his sides and shuffled along. He hit something that gave a bit under pressure. Goten bent over, catious of unknown machinery that could be anywhere. It was Dr. Fen! Or at least, he thought it was. Yes, it was. He could feel his doctor's coat. "I've got him Trunks!" He yelled as he dragged the unconcious doctor out of the lab, nearly passing out himself from smoke inhalation. Bulma immediately felt for pulse and breathing as she gestured for Trunks and Goten to lay down in the now cluttered hallway. They both heard her sharp intake of breath as she administered several medical tests to him. "What's wrong, Bulma?" asked Goten, almost afraid of the answer. "H-He's in a coma. We need need to get him to the hospital wing right now! No, I won't allow either of you to carry him, you will only have enough strength to get down there yourselves. VEGETA!" Bulma shouted as the boys winced and covered their ears. "WHAT WOMAN?! I'm EATING!" The alien prince shouted back. "Oh, I hate to interrupt your eating!" said Bulma under her breath as Trunks and Goten chuckled, then subsided, due to their injured lungs. "GET UP HERE NOW!" When Vegeta made no sudden appearance, she added, "Or you cook your own dinner!" That did the trick. Before any of them could draw another breath, Vegeta was standing in front of them. "Vegeta, pick up Dr. Fen and take him to the med. wing," said Bulma, totally unphased by his sudden appearance, "That's an ORDER! I'm sorry but do you two think you can lean on eachother and get there in one piece?" Bulma asked, already following a disgruntled and angry Vegeta. They both nodded the affirmative from their poses on the floor. They sat up slowly. "We should get up," said Goten stupidly. "Goten, you just sounded more like yourself than you did since you came." They both -tried- to laugh but broke off abruptly once again, wheezing. They stood, leaning against eachother for support, and started down the hall at an agonizingly slow pace. When they got to the recently filled med. room, Bulma directed them to a pair of beds and turned back to Drs. Fen and Briefs(Vegeta had come back for the elderly scientist, sparing a contemptous glance for the two teens on his way back). Goten closed his eyes and retreated into blessed sleep. Bulma didn't show it, but she was very worried. He doesn't have a good chance to come out of this wretched coma alive. And Cillia's certain type of pnuemonia could last for weeks if we aren't careful, even with our advanced technology. I only said 2 days so as not to worry the boys. A blind and deaf man would be able to tell that they love her, and I have two fully functional eyes and ears. This will be a huge mess. What will she say when she wakes to find her father dead or in a coma he may never wake from? What is she going to do? I know she's capable of living alone, but she would hate living in that house without her father. Bad memories. I am her legal guardian, but would she enjoy living here? As I thought, this will be an aweful mess. She set the machines to monitor all 5 patients, then she set a timer for an appropriate nap, and fell asleep in the chair used for visitors. |
