Disclaimer: See prologue.
Note: Sorry it took so long… again. I have the next chapter all ready to go too, I just need to write up the finishing touches. I'm thinking another week until that's posted. ^_^
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He sat impatiently in the office of their family Doctor, fruitlessly attempting to immerse himself in a medical magazine. Gohan had been waiting for her for a long time… much too long for the simple problem she was having. Dr. Tetsuya and his assistant had practically laughed when they saw Pan's head, thinking it was very unlikely that she was hurt that badly. The two doctors, plus a team of about ten other trusted advisors, where the only people outside of their family that knew of the Son's and Briefs' true heritage and secrets. Bulma had paid and educated them quite well in hopes that the Saiyans would have an ethical, reliable and consistent Doctor in case they ever needed major medical attention.
Gohan checked his watch, noting that she had been in the examination room for well over forty-five minutes. He had expected her to emerge quite some time ago and found himself fighting the urge to invade her privacy and just walk into the examination room to see what was wrong.
The paternal side of him was worried sick, a thousand possibilities of what could have made her so vulnerable were running through his head. The Scholar-Doctor side of him, however, knew that she was fine. It was only a bump on the head, though twenty-six years of training and conditioning shouldn't have suddenly failed her so easily.
He drummed his fingers on the coffee table next to him, attempting in vain to engross himself in the words of the magazine and ignore the fact that the one hour mark was coming up quickly. He sighed, flipping the page as the article on foot health droned on in front of him. Once again, the fatherly side of him was loudly protesting his lack of action. It shouldn't have taken nearly an hour to treat a bump on the head that never should have happened in the first place. She was a Super Saiyan. A minor crash through a chain link fence and into a brick wall shouldn't have hurt her at all.
After what seemed like an eternity to Gohan, the door opened. Out walked his daughter, still trying to adjust the bandages that were on the soft insides of her elbows. The Doctor and his assistant followed, comparing notes and charts diligently as they rambled on in excitement. Regrettably, Dr. Tetsuya and his assistant still enjoyed treating the Son-Briefs clan like experimental guinea pigs once and a while. Though Gohan understood their scientific curiosity being a Doctor himself, he didn't appreciate it when it involved his children… especially when they kept them so long just to investigate those curiosities. In the long run, all of those little tests they ran may have ended up doing more good than harm, but it still didn't rest right with Gohan. They did not need to draw blood to treat a bump on the head.
"Are you okay?" He asked emphatically, looking over her arms and her head to assess the damage of their tests.
"I'm fine, Dad. Dr. Tetsuya says it's just a scratch."
"Just a scratch?" Gohan almost laughed. "Honey, scratches usually don't involve a major loss of blood."
Pan shrugged. "I don't know, Dad. You're the Doctor. I'm just telling you what they told me."
"Since when does a head wound require a blood draw?" Gohan asked, looking over her shoulder accusingly at the Doctor.
The Doctor finally looked up from his work, smiling almost warmly at the younger man. "I'm glad you're the one who brought her, Mr. Son."
Gohan looked at him skeptically, noticing that he had avoided answering his question right away. Usually, when a Doctor did that, it meant he was gearing up to give a long and detailed answer… probably more than what was needed to explain a head injury. "What's wrong with her?"
"Nothing serious, from what we can tell right now. The blood work up will hopefully give us some more answers. All that we can tell as of yet is that her blood is very, very thin. We took some more measurements, and it seems as though her muscle mass has also dropped dramatically, and we're not getting near the energy reading we got the last time she was in for a checkup. She might…"
"I'm getting weaker?!" She yelled, interrupting him. "That can't be right! Trunks and I spar every other day!"
"Like I said, we don't know exactly what's wrong, but the blood tests will give us some answers. I wouldn't be too concerned, but we will call you as soon as the results come back in a few days. Until then, I want to you stop exercising completely and try to stay off your feet. Are you on any birth control?"
"Yeah, the patch." She answered, smirking in amusement as her father coughed awkwardly.
"Do you wear it regularly?"
"I put a new one on every week."
"Good, that should help thicken your blood a little. I don't want to give you any coagulants just yet. You don't want to have to deal with blood clots." He said, writing on a piece of paper and tearing it from his notebook. "This is a prescription for a painkiller that won't thin your blood anymore. It should help you feel better for a couple of days while your head heals. That is, unless you have any of those magical beans that cure…"
Gohan smiled politely as he took the prescription from the Doctor. Dr. Tetsuya had always wanted to get his hands on a senzu bean to see if it could be reproduced, but Korin and Dende both strictly forbade it. Man should not be meddling in the sciences of the upper realm.
"Thank you, Doctor." Gohan said, ushering Pan out the door.
Once they were outside, he began to read the prescription intently, double checking to make sure the Doctor had given her the right medication. Pan grabbed it out of his hands and burned it into ashes with her ki.
"Pan…" Gohan began in a scolding voice.
"I don't need them." She interrupted. "I feel fine. In fact, I feel so good, I think I'm in the mood for some baseball."
"Pan…"
"Dad… I don't want to miss this. This was supposed to be the perfect fall. I'm not going to spend it in bed."
"Pan…" He started again, more emphatically as he grabbed her shoulder and turned her to face him. "As much as I tend to disagree with Dr. Tetsuya, I think he's right. I know you like to push yourself, but you need to take it easy."
"But Dad… if I can't even play baseball, how am I supposed to train with you for the tournament?"
He twisted his lips, not really wanting to answer her question as she stared up at him with her shiny, hope-filled eyes. "Umm… well, like the Doctor said, it's probably nothing. Just rest up for a week or so until we know what's going on. Once the blood tests come back okay, I promise we'll go and train our hearts out. We could even… make a weekend out of it or something… if I can steal you away from your husband."
Pan smiled, her eyes lighting up like a child's on Christmas morning. "Really? Just a week, right?"
"Just a week."
Pan jumped into the air and started flying towards the baseball field. She wasn't quite sure why she was so anxious to get there, but she did need to tell her husband she was okay.
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The game went on after Pan got back. Of course, Goku still had yet to run the right direction after hitting the ball, but he did get the hang of running slow enough for people to see him. The team departed later in the afternoon as the sun got too warm to work under. The clouds had all gone away, but the humidity still hung in the air, making it a generally muggy afternoon.
Videl had been eyeing Gohan strangely since he had returned with Pan. As they got into their car for their return trip home, he finally got his answer as to why.
"So…"
"So?" He asked, wondering what she was so amused about. "What's wrong?"
"How's Pan?"
Gohan laughed lightly, looking at his wife with a little concern. "She's fine."
"That's good." She plainly answered, leaving a large, silent gap afterward.
He scoffed, not understanding what had happened so suddenly to turn her mood around. "Videl…"
"It would have been nice," Videl started, "if Trunks would have been able to find that out a little earlier than he had. He was a bit of a basket case."
Gohan bit his lip, wondering if this was an argument or not. "He could have come with us."
"He could have… or, he could have been the one to take her."
"Honey, I just thought…"
"I know, Gohan, you were just trying to act quickly… but I think Trunks was sort of offended by the way you just kind of shooed him off."
"I didn't shoo him off." He defended. This was beginning to sound a little like an argument, but he still didn't have a clue as to what it was about.
"When he offered to take her to the Doctor's you specifically told him to stay there and play." She stated bluntly.
"I didn't…"
"I know you were just trying to look out for her, but Trunks wasn't paying any attention to anything while you were gone. He just kept on looking towards the Doctor's office, like he was trying to see what was going on all the way over there."
"Well, he…"
"He walked up to me and told me that he knew where the Doctor's office was and that he could have taken her there. He was being polite, but it was like he was trying to defend himself in an argument or something."
"That's ridiculous, Videl. He could have come any time. He should have spoken up about it." He said, taking one hand off the steering wheel to push his glasses up his on his nose.
He was frustrated. Apparently, he had offended Trunks in some way that he couldn't see and his wife was arguing with him about it. He took his daughter to the Doctor's office, what was so wrong with that?
Videl sighed, trying to figure out a way to paint a clear picture for him. "Do you remember when we were dating and I was helping you as the Great Saiyaman Two? Dad held you responsible for every little scratch and bruise I had on my body."
"Yeah… I remember that."
"You got very offended because you thought that he thought you weren't capable of protecting me… and then I got mad at you because I thought that you didn't need to protect me, I could protect myself."
Gohan smirked. "If I remember right, you went out on your own once after that without me there and ended up getting grazed by a bullet on your leg."
Videl 'hmph'ed' and crossed her arms. "Well, I didn't get shot, did I? So I guess I did a pretty good job. Anyway, the point is that once you and I started getting serious, you felt that it was your job to take care of me, not my father's."
He twisted his lips, somewhat understanding what she was saying. "But that was different. I could protect you better than him. He knew what I was back then. He knew there wasn't any way I would ever let a bullet get anywhere near you. Trunks and I are on the same page physically. Besides, it doesn't matter. I wasn't accusing Trunks of being a failure at protecting her, I was just acting on instinct."
"You should let him take care of her from now on. Trunks thinks very highly of you and he would be crushed if he ever thought you thought he wasn't capable of taking care of his wife."
"I would never think that." He said.
"Then let him take care of her."
They made the rest of their trip in silence, both of them having some things to think about.
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He smiled, coyly watching her from around the corner. She was humming something softly, her hands busy with her task. He admired her appearance. Her hair was toppled messily on top of her head and there was soap all the way up her arms. Her face was void of makeup, the glow of a full night of sleep still shining off her skin as the morning sun peeked in the window.
Wondering if he was ever going to get out the door that morning, he worked his way over to her. He couldn't help himself. Even the way she washed the dishes was sexy. Walking up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed her on the neck, slightly disappointed when she stopped humming and sighed, but pleased when she leaned back into his embrace, rubbing her damp hands over his.
"You're going to be late again." She informed him, earning nothing more than a grunt as he nibbled her ear. "Trunks…"
"I can live with that." He said turning her around to face him. He kissed her, hugging her tightly as he lifted her onto the kitchen counter.
"Trunks…" She laughed, attempting to tear herself away from him and his ministrations. "Later…"
"I don't think I can wait that long." He said, backing away to look her in the eyes.
She giggled, putting her arms loosely around his neck for a moment. It was ironic… before they got married, she used to hate mornings. He did too. Now, they both made sure they woke up early enough to have a little time together before going off to work. She actually loved waking up early… especially since he was always up cooking them breakfast by the time she even got downstairs. Once and a while, they even woke up early enough to get a good morning sparring session in before the sun rose.
"Are you going to be there today?" He asked.
"Yep. Just for a while, though. Keiku said she had a little bit of work for me to do. I figured I could at least file something."
"Maybe you could stop by my office. I'm sure I can find something for you to do in there." He said suggestively.
She smiled, nearly laughing at what he was implying. "I wasn't aware the CEO had time for quick rendezvous in the office."
"I'll make the time."
"Well… maybe I can find a few minutes to get away." She said, kissing him lightly on the lips.
He moaned and kissed her harder, once again hugging her tightly to him as she struggled to push him away, laughing the entire time. "Trunks, go to work! Your mom is going to have my head if you're late again!"
He laughed as she pushed him, nearly in to the wall behind them. "Fine then! See if I make you breakfast for a while." He joked.
"You will if you want me to make your dinner." She commanded, poking him in the chest. He took her hand and kissed her palm slowly as if he was savoring its taste.
She could only bite her lip in response. He made her feel like she was in the middle of a fairytale or something. She never knew she could feel this way. Pan couldn't believe that only a short time ago this kind of action displayed by anyone else made her nauseous. It's funny how living in this kind of moment made her viewpoint change so much.
They had only been married for a short time… a few months. Still, she couldn't imagine her life without him right next to her. It drove her insane just to think about him leaving her for a few days on a business trip. How she had grown so dependant on someone so quickly was beyond her. She had known the man in front of her all of her life… yet no amount of time in the last 25 years could ever compare to the last few months.
"I love you." She whispered.
"I love you too. I'll see you in a couple of hours." He said, walking away from her and grabbing his suit jacket. "Don't be late."
Pan chuckled at his teasing tone as he walked out the door. Their door… She shook her head. She couldn't believe how immature she was acting. Like an airhead, was the first thought that came to her. No matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't get used to the fact that she had him all to herself. They were alone… together… and perfectly happy this way. She loved living with him. She loved waking up to a quick spar and some breakfast… and seeing his face light up when he smelled the dinner she had cooked. She loved sleeping next to him… and with him in their house. She loved him and she loved being alone with him. It seemed she had every thing she wanted.
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Long black hair flowed behind her as she walked down the busy city streets. She had actually driven a car to the city. Without her typical bird's-eye-view, she had nearly gotten lost, even in the same city that she used to make daily rounds in when she was a teenager. She sighed, wondering how much everything had changed since she had last been in this part of town. Things were still clean and crime free. Her father wouldn't have it any other way, especially in the city that was his namesake.
Still, her stomach stirred with nervousness. She was doing something she hadn't done in… well, forever. She was applying for a job. Sure, she had already been guaranteed some kind of position by her old friend Yoshi Choukan who was the Police Commissioner, but she hadn't worked in years. The thought of being gone from home for so many hours every day was a little nerve wracking. It would make things harder on Gohan, that was for sure, but this was something she needed. She needed to stretch her legs and breathe once and a while. Being cooped up in the house all day long wasn't helping her at all. She was about to go insane.
She couldn't help but smile as she came to the doors of the old police station. It had been remodeled after a fire a few years back, but it still looked exactly like she remembered it. Old, red brick covered the outside face of the entrance, large, black lettering highlighted the station number and the district name. It looked old fashioned and not modern, by any means… but the people who worked there were some of the best in the entire city. At least, they were when she worked with them. If she knew Yoshi, the old man probably kept them under a tight regime.
She took a deep breath and walked up the short flight of stairs and into the office. The inside of the station had changed dramatically. All sorts of new computer hardware had been installed, making it possible to get a video feed of every major intersection in the city. The old radio system had been replaced with a high-tech cellular network. Videl guessed it was because the city limits had grown outside of the radio's range in passing years.
She saw a lot of young officers. All of them were clean-cut and eager, as if they were all new recruits straight out of the academy. She regretted not seeing any of the old gang. They were probably all retired or dead. A lot of them had been killed on the job. Once the Great Saiyaman and the Great Saiyaman Two had quit guarding the city, the police force nearly went into shock. Crime nearly doubled in the city once the news got out that they had quit… and the aging force was so used to the two heroes taking care of the major skirmishes, that a lot of them had fallen out of shape and out of training. All of the newer recruits had been left without field experience. When the crime rate had spiked, the police often found themselves stuck or without back up because of the staffing shortage. A lot of them lost their lives waiting for some kind of back up to show up.
It was something Videl had always regretted… but she and Gohan quit only because they were so busy with college and were planning a wedding. They both helped out when they could until their second year as a married couple… when Videl got pregnant and Gohan became a full-time scholar. They just couldn't do it any more. They didn't even live anywhere near Satan City. How were they supposed to protect it from over seven hundred miles away?
Apparently, once they got a newer, younger staff and some technological upgrades, they did fine and were able to get the city back into shape, but Videl still thought it was partly her fault for her and Gohan leaving them with little or no notice. She had lost friends during the crime spree… and the city had lost some of its finest officers.
"Miss?" The receptionist interrupted her thoughts. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Videl smiled at the young girl. Files were stacked all around her and it looked like she was trying to work on three different things at once. Still, the blonde was polite and friendly, as well as very professional. This station was definitely run by Yoshi Choukan.
"Thank you. I'm here to see Commissioner Yoshi… um, Commissioner Choukan." She corrected herself.
The young woman's eyes widened, as well as her smile. She quickly stood up and walked around the receptionist's desk. Stopping right in front of Videl, she reached out and grabbed her hand, shaking it vigorously. "You must be Miss Satan."
Videl smiled politely and looked at her questioningly. "How did you…?"
"The Commish told us you would be stopping by. I've heard so many stories about you! I'm honored to meet The Great Saiyaman Two!"
Videl blushed brightly. "I wasn't aware that had been broadcast, but thank you."
The woman laughed, "Oh, it's common information now. They tell the new recruits all sorts of stories about you and your husband. It's so romantic how you two met. I can't believe I'm actually meeting you! You know, you're the reason I went in to law enforcement in the first place."
"Really? I didn't know just helping out the force on the weekends would earn me such a reputation." She said, laughing nervously. Being treated like a role model to women everywhere was certainly new to Videl… as well as her love life being spread like the latest romantic novel.
"Are you kidding? You didn't know? I have at least three friends who joined the force because of you! You were the first decorated female hero this city saw. You were a strong, female fighter who did a better job than most of the male officers… and you did it all when you were only a teenager! I was too young to remember back then, but my mom said even when I was in diapers I was still trying to emulate you!"
Videl was feeling rather good about herself before that last comment. She sweat dropped as she smiled at the woman. She must have been thirty years old and she was only a few years older than Pan. Videl nodded and thanked her as she made her way to Choukan's office without escort, silently wondering if the girl had intended on making her feel so old.
As she entered the office, the first thing she noticed was the plethora of awards and pictures scattered across the walls. The older man was in his chair, his back facing the door as he spoke with someone over the phone. She noticed, with a slight blush, that a photo of her and Gohan dressed in their super hero attire was hanging directly above his desk, right next to an award that her father had given the Commissioner years ago.
"I'll have to call you back." The Commissioner said, hanging up his phone quickly after seeing who was standing in front of his desk. He stood up, his jaw slightly slack as he scanned her head to toe. "Well, look who finally came crawling back… and it only took 26 years for you to do it too."
"Nice to see you, Commish. How's life in the big office treating you?"
He laughed robustly, working his way over to her and putting his hands on her shoulders. "I can't believe the same little chicken-necked lass that walked into this station so many years ago has turned into such a… a… an old hag!"
Videl's mouth dropped open, though she smiled despite herself. "I should give you a punch in the gut for that! It's not exactly hard to miss, you know." She teased, patting him on his extended beer-belly.
"Yeah, well I guess we've all matured a bit over the years." He joked, walking back over to his desk. "That's what peaceful times and lots of doughnuts will do to you."
She smiled widely, suddenly feeling like she was sixteen again. Though the man in front of her had changed from a physically competitive Lieutenant to a lethargic Commissioner, and the force itself had done a complete turn-around, it was still the same feeling of excitement. It was the same feeling she had when her watch-communicator used to ring… as if anything could happen at anytime.
"Hisho!" He yelled into the intercom, though it was quite obvious the entire department could hear his roaring voice from his office without it. "Tell my good-for-nothing nephew to get his rear in here!"
The same blonde girl that Videl had been talking to minutes early went scurrying through the lobby and into the hall outside of the main entrance. "Nice girl." Videl commented, watching her literally run and grab a man who had been in the middle of a conversation with someone and drag him towards Choukan's office. "She new?"
"Hisho? Na… she's been with us for years. She couldn't even cut it as a meter maid, but she sure knows how to organize an office… She's not a bad secretary either. You'll probably be working with her. That is, if you still want to push files. I can give you a job in the field, you know. It wouldn't take many strings to pull to get you out there again."
"I think I'll take my chances with Hisho." She said politely, though with slight regret. If she were even ten years younger, she would have jumped at the chance.
"Now, I've never known Videl Satan to simply back down from an offer to get back into the action again."
Videl turned her head, noticing the Commissioner hadn't been the one to speak those words. Her smile widened as she saw the familiar face from so far back into her past. He was leaning against the door casually, his arms crossed in front of him like he had been waiting for her to notice him for hours. His short brown hair brushed back as his suit nearly sparkled with ultimate pristine as perfect creases and pinstripes outlined his sharp look.
She crossed her arms, mocking his stance exactly. "Don't tell me you joined the force."
"What? And let a life time collection of five hundred dollar suits go to waste so I can wear navy blue polyester? I don't think so."
"Videl, you'll have to forgive my nephew. The blood and oxygen supply to his brain has been cut off for years by those expensive silk ties. He really shouldn't be held accountable for his words." Yoshi chimed in.
Videl laughed lightly, her eyes never leaving her old friend's. "I am glad to see you again, Toru."
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"Where do these go?" She asked, carrying folders that were stacked well over her head.
"Oh, they go in the corner, but they need to be reviewed first." The older woman replied.
Pan peeked from behind her files, looking at her husband's secretary with a large amount of fear in her eyes. The woman sighed audibly, "You didn't know what you were getting into when you took a job here did you?"
"I've helped here before. I even helped him reorganize during budget time."
The red-headed woman laughed softly. "Well, Mr. Briefs does do a lot of work around that time of year. He pulls out every file whether they're dormant or active and audits the accounts."
"Then what do we do?"
"We get to pick up all the scattered random papers from Mr. Briefs floor and sort them into their correct files. After that, we filter out all of the dormant accounts, then file the active ones away in size order. Once we're done with that, we take the dormant ones down to the storage room and file them in chronological order from the date they officially stopped purchasing from CC. After that's all done, we get to go through and shred all of the dormant account files that are more than fifteen years old unless they exceed the 50 million dollar mark. Then, we take the ones that do exceed that limit and put them in a separate file room to provide quick access in case the clients wish to come back to Capsule."
Pan dropped her files out of reflex, her mouth wide open and a huge sweat drop falling down the side of her head. "And you do all of this by yourself?"
"Well, Mr. Briefs helps me when he can… and when you and Ms. Bulma are here, it does make a big difference."
"How long does a project like this take you?"
The secretary chortled. "By the time I get all of the old files destroyed, it's usually just in time to start the final quarter reports. Then, we get to start on all of the end of the year/tax season projects."
"So all of this is left over from budget time?" Pan nearly fell over. "Ms. Keiku, whatever my husband is paying you is not enough."
The older woman laughed loudly. "I am very well compensated. Your husband is the best boss I've ever had and I've been in the working force for over thirty years."
"Really?" Pan asked, her admiration for her husband suddenly growing, leaving a warm feeling in her heart.
"Definitely. Why do you think I stay here and put up with ridiculously long and complicated projects like these? He's a good man, Mrs. Briefs. You've certainly disappointed a lot of young, single girls by stealing him away like you did."
Pan could only smile widely at that remark. "Call me Pan."
"Then you can call me just Keiku." She smiled.
"Hey Panny." Her husband called from down the hall as he walked towards her. "You're five minutes late. I'm afraid I'm going to have to report you to your boss."
"Then I'll report you to your mother." She replied, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.
"Ms. Keiku, I'm sorry, I'm going to have to steal my wife away for a few minutes." He said, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards his private office.
"Trunks!" She protested. "Keiku and I have work to do."
"I know… I just wanted to ask you if you're feeling good enough to work today. The Doctor did say he wanted you off your feet." He said, sitting on his desk and facing her.
Pan rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips in frustration. "I'm fine. He should be calling me back today anyway. Then you'll see this is all no big deal and we can get back to sparring and… other physical activities."
Trunks smiled and put his hand on her face, lining her lips with his thumb. "Okay, I know it's probably nothing. This is the first time any of us Demi's have gotten sick. The only Saiyan illness we've seen was Goku's heart problem. I just want to make sure there's nothing seriously wrong with you. It's scary."
Pan covered his hand with hers, as it was still lying on her cheek. "If I feel funny at all. I promise, I'll go home. But Trunks, try to understand… if I spend another day cooped up in that house I'm going to go crazy."
Trunks laughed at her serious expression. She was still so independent. The thought that she may be a housewife never crossed his mind, but still, her energy and persistence was surprising. That was why he loved her so much. When they had kids, maybe then she would settle down and take a few years off of work until they were older. Until then, while she had sparring to challenge her body, she needed something to challenge her mind. She was her father's daughter, after all. A job at Capsule was the perfect solution… though he'd have to literally drag her out of the building if she ever needed to take a break.
"Mr. Briefs," the secretary summoned. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but Mrs. Briefs has an important sounding phone call."
Pan perked up and nearly jumped toward the door. "See? I bet that's the doctor right now. I'll take it in the other room, Keiku."
Trunks twisted his head in confusion. Why did she need to take a phone call in the other room? He temporarily wrote it off to feminine privacy, though he doubted she would get any more secrecy in his lobby than she would in his office. Part of him was tempted to pick up the phone and listen in… but he would never get out of the dog house if she caught him. He sighed and returned to his work. Hopefully, she would come bouncing in the door within minutes announcing that it was just a fluke or something.
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"This is Pan." She said happily, picking up the receiver to hear the voice she had been waiting to hear for three days. "Hi, Doctor. I'm glad you called."
Her heart jumped for joy when he told her that it was nothing to be concerned about. She could almost feel her body tensing up in anticipation for a good spar. "That's great! I was just telling Trunks it couldn't be anything like the heart virus my grandfather had. I don't feel bad, I'm just weak. So what's the prognosis? A cold? The flu? Come on, Doc, I need to do something for my body. I'm getting cabin fever, here."
That was when he said them… two little words that she couldn't have heard coming from his mouth. It wasn't possible… he must have been wrong.
"Doc, could you repeat that?" She asked, turning the volume up on the receiver.
Two words…
She had gotten them again. Her face turned white and she dropped the phone. She was finally content in her life and he had to go and say those two words. Two words to change everything… just two words.
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Yeah… I know this chapter kind of sucked. The funny thing is, I've had this finished for a while… I just didn't have the time to update. ^^; Ah well, it's done and better reading shouldn't be too far away. I hope this won't be too predictable, though I know a lot of you already figured out what's up. I plan to throw a few surprises in here though.
Thanks to Morgause Nokami (http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62118) for beta'ing!
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