Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Accusations Of The Heart ❯ Cease ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Majin_Bulma 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.22.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 138 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.22.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 138 | Status: Completed
Wow, Guys ^___^ thanks for the Reviews! ;_; I said I had about 6 chapters up! ^^ and I do. I just uh, skipped chapter 5- so that’s under construction ^^; hehhehe, almost done with it tho! ^__^ Any ideas are WELCOMED!!!!!!!!!! =)
I hate PLAIGERISM!!!!!!!! X_x; O_o
Ah shit forgot the Disclaimer!- I Don’t OWN DRAGONBALLZ but I do own that sexy ass of Trunks ~-^ heheheh O_O shutup ;_; its mine I swear! Ok maybe I don’t own it X_X; ;_;
Accusations Of The Heart
By: Majin-Bulma
Chapter 4 Cease
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~*~Goten’s P.O.V~*~
“ Oh my God oh my God ohmyGodohmyGod.” I say quietly to myself as I pace back and forth in the hospital waiting room, waiting for my best friends news from the doctor on his condition.
I found him in the forest in a pool of his own blood; he was so beaten and hurt. I can’t believe someone would do this to Trunks! I mean, the only people beside myself that actually ‘could’ do this to him would be my dad, Gohan and Vegeta! And I know none of them would do this to Trunks! I mean my dads a very kind man and wouldn’t hurt Trunks even if it was a spar, let alone leave him for dead in the woods! Gohan wouldn’t do this! He’s my brother and would never hurt anyone or leave them bleeding to death. And Vegeta… I mean come on! VEGETA? Trunks’ father! He’s Trunks dad for crying out loud! I’ve seen Trunks and Vegeta get pretty rough in sparring matches! But that’s all they were and Vegeta wouldn’t leave Trunks for death alone after just a spar. And I couldn’t have! I found him! Plus he’s my best fiend and I would never hurt him like that! No matter WHAT! Even if I did do something like that to Trunks, Trunks could easily kick my ass because he’s stronger than me! So I am most definitely ruled out!
All I was doing was going to Trunks’ house to give Bulma back some stuff my mother borrowed from her awhile back. And then I find Trunks like this in the center of a clearing in the woods! Oh shit! Trunks’ parents! I have to tell them!
Whipping out my phone hurriedly I look for Trunks’ number in my address book on my phone. I finally see Trunks’ name on and push dial.
My eyes stay transfixed on the operating door in front of me. What’s taking so long? Is he that hurt!? Oh poor Trunks… Please be ok. Please please PLEASE!
The phone keeps ringing and ringing, I’m about to give up when I hear a small self-assured voice on the other line.
“ Briefs household what may I do for you.”
I hear and raise an eyebrow at the small squeaky sound on the other line.
‘ Whatever happened to hello?’
“ Bra?” I ask to make certain that’s her on the other line.
“ Yes. And this is Goten?”
“ Yes it is. Go be a good little girl and get your mom. Now.” I tell her. I have no patience and I don’t need to snap or anything but I am very worried for my best friend!
I wait in silence for a moment and I can tell the little girl is a bit mad.
“ Little? Excuse me? I’ll have you know I’m not little Goten. I’m probably a lot smarter than you! How can you call me small! I’m not small! Stop treating me like such a baby!!!!” And with that I hear the phone click.
I’m shocked to say in the least. She has the temper of Vegeta… and Bulma. Which is a very BAD thing.
I dial the number again and wait a while till someone picks the phone back up. To my dismay she’s back on the line.
“ Bra. Please this is an emergency!”
“ Oh. I thought you were calling back to apologize but-”
“ Bra I’m very sorry I called you little and belittled you but please. Get your mother! It’s an emergency! Trunks is badly hurt! And I need your Mother!!!” I tell her desperately.
“ Mom!!” I hear her scream. “ PHONE! ITS ABOUT TRUNKS!” I hear her and wince at her loud voice.
Finally…
Bulma picks up the phone talking calm and casually.
“ What’s up?”
“ Um Bulma do you know Trunks is not at home?”
“ No. I never noticed. Probably with his friends again.”
“ Actually Bulma he’s not! Trunks is here in the hospital and they’re operating on him!” I tell her. I probably make my words sound plain and childish.
“ What. Why?” She asks.
“ I found him in the woods all hurt and beaten so I brought him here.” I tell her.
I see the room to the operating door open and the doctor that I had talking about Trunks came strolling out. I stand up swiftly.
“ Bulma please come here and hurry, the doctor for Trunks has just come out I have to go!” I tell her hurriedly wanting to know the news of my friend. So I hang up the phone and walk fast to man in the white coat.
“ Mr. Son. We have taken Trunks to another hospital room.”
I nod to him impatiently.
“ He has pulled through but… He’s lost way to much blood and will need a blood donor.” He tells me
My eyes widen.
‘ No… He can’t! No one would have the same blood type as him! Because of Vegeta’s blood! N-No!’ My thoughts race and race as my eyes begin to spin slightly.
“ I- I don’t think anyone would have the same blood type as Trunks”
“ Well no one does. Except one person.”
He tells me. Hope flashes in my eyes. Who would? Me?
“ His little sister does. Amazingly enough.”
Bra? Yes! Trunks will be saved!
“ But she is only a child and taking much blood-”
“ Well even if he did take some blood from her he would still be saved right!?”
I ask his with anticipation.
“ Yes I suppose. But he would be very weak… And could still have a chance of dieing. Falling into a coma with such weakness or anything could happen.”
He tells me. But there’s still a chance!
“ I will have to confirm this with his and hers parents.”
I nod in understanding. Of course I can’t make the decision for Bra. I’m not they’re parents.
I kind of wished it were me that was going to be giving Trunks blood. I could supply him with a lot more than Bra could so his chances weren’t so low.
I patiently wait for Trunks’ parents to arrive. I called my parents to inform them where I was and told them not to come because to many would people would be in the way and I would be home as soon as I could. My mom kind of had a small fit but understood as well as my father.
I slowly walk into the room, which held Trunks no longer waiting for Vegeta and Bulma to arrive. They will just have to ask the front desk.
I sit along side of the bed where he is lying. Toobs are everywhere… He’s hooked up to a machine that helps him breath; toobs are down his throat in his arms… they’re everywhere.
His face still has some dried blood, many gashes that are covered by clothe. Blood is already deeply soaking through it. The white cotton turning into a deep scarlet from the blood, the bruises are so black, they cover everywhere around his face and down his neck where the blanket is pulled up to cover his battered form. Part of his arm is stuck out from under the blanket. I can see the toobs in his arms and all the ace bandages that wrap everywhere.
I see stitches where other deep cuts are.
“ My God…” Tears are swelling in my eyes as I look at my best friend I’ve known my whole life. It’s a sick and sad sight. Who could ever do this to such a good person?
“ I’m here for you Trunks… I- I wont let anyone hurt you again. Please just don’t leave me.” I plead to him as I place my hand softly and gently on his palm avoiding cuts and bruises there.
I stay there for what seems to be hours watching his chest slowly rise and fall back down, staring at his abused face and at all the things that are sticking in him keeping him alive.
I hear the door open and 3 adults with a child enter.
The doctor, Vegeta Bulma and Bra.
“ What happened to him?” Bulma questions looking slightly shocked by this much damage.
“ Seems he was attacked by someone. Mrs. Briefs. You should thank Son Goten here. Any longer and he would have been dead by now. We still don’t know if he will make it or not, I have talked to you about Bra and you are still sure with your answer?”
“ Yes I am,” She said as she looked towards me.
I saw Bra run to the side of me staring at her older brother with… what’s that on her face? Nothing… She has no features written on her face? Does she not care about her onii-chan?
“ What’d you do to him Goten?!”
ME?!?!???!?!?!?
Everyone turns towards me and raises a questioning brow. ‘ OH SO NOW I’M ONE OF THE SUSPECTS? Thanks a lot Bra!’
“ I didn’t do it Bra. I found him like this. Unfortunately it was a lot worse.”
She doesn’t say anything, as she looks her brother over staring at him.
Bulma and the doctor talk amongst themselves quietly as Vegeta stands there looking rather annoyed.
Bra moves her hand up to grab onto Trunks’ arm when I grab it holding it from doing so.
“ Bra don’t touch him. He’s hurt, you will only make it worse and make it more painful.” I tell her with a serious expression on my face. She only narrows her eyes; then nods slightly to me. I let go of her hand. In the corner of my eye I can feel the intense stare on me coming from Vegeta.
‘ Is he mad that I did that to Bra? Shit Vegeta get over it.’
“ Go stand with your parents Bra.” I tell her finally not trusting her or anyone that would come stand next to Trunks; I just don’t want him to be hurt even more than he is.
“ Ok Goten!” She says happily moving over to her parents without a second thought or protesting.
‘ She really is a good kid.’ I think to myself as she attaches herself to Vegeta’s leg staring up at the doctor as if she understands what they are saying.
This is going to take forever…
A loud beep suddenly resonates from the monitor on my left that is attached to Trunks. My eyes grow wide as I look at the screen. ‘ He… He’s not breathing.’ I stop breathing myself as the doctor yells down the hall, though I cannot understand anything he is saying. My eyes are dilated; I’m frozen in place shaking terribly and my breathing has come to a temporary halt.
“ Sir we’re going to have you leave now!” A lady tells me as she shakes my shoulders grabbing onto my shirt as she leads me out of the gloomy room.
“ TRUNKS!!!” I scream as he flat lines.
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Shit… Trunks flat lined ;_; what’s going to happen next? Will the Dragonballs be used on Trunks to bring him back to life or not!!!!!!??? Find out~
I hate PLAIGERISM!!!!!!!! X_x; O_o
Ah shit forgot the Disclaimer!- I Don’t OWN DRAGONBALLZ but I do own that sexy ass of Trunks ~-^ heheheh O_O shutup ;_; its mine I swear! Ok maybe I don’t own it X_X; ;_;
Accusations Of The Heart
By: Majin-Bulma
Chapter 4 Cease
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~*~Goten’s P.O.V~*~
“ Oh my God oh my God ohmyGodohmyGod.” I say quietly to myself as I pace back and forth in the hospital waiting room, waiting for my best friends news from the doctor on his condition.
I found him in the forest in a pool of his own blood; he was so beaten and hurt. I can’t believe someone would do this to Trunks! I mean, the only people beside myself that actually ‘could’ do this to him would be my dad, Gohan and Vegeta! And I know none of them would do this to Trunks! I mean my dads a very kind man and wouldn’t hurt Trunks even if it was a spar, let alone leave him for dead in the woods! Gohan wouldn’t do this! He’s my brother and would never hurt anyone or leave them bleeding to death. And Vegeta… I mean come on! VEGETA? Trunks’ father! He’s Trunks dad for crying out loud! I’ve seen Trunks and Vegeta get pretty rough in sparring matches! But that’s all they were and Vegeta wouldn’t leave Trunks for death alone after just a spar. And I couldn’t have! I found him! Plus he’s my best fiend and I would never hurt him like that! No matter WHAT! Even if I did do something like that to Trunks, Trunks could easily kick my ass because he’s stronger than me! So I am most definitely ruled out!
All I was doing was going to Trunks’ house to give Bulma back some stuff my mother borrowed from her awhile back. And then I find Trunks like this in the center of a clearing in the woods! Oh shit! Trunks’ parents! I have to tell them!
Whipping out my phone hurriedly I look for Trunks’ number in my address book on my phone. I finally see Trunks’ name on and push dial.
My eyes stay transfixed on the operating door in front of me. What’s taking so long? Is he that hurt!? Oh poor Trunks… Please be ok. Please please PLEASE!
The phone keeps ringing and ringing, I’m about to give up when I hear a small self-assured voice on the other line.
“ Briefs household what may I do for you.”
I hear and raise an eyebrow at the small squeaky sound on the other line.
‘ Whatever happened to hello?’
“ Bra?” I ask to make certain that’s her on the other line.
“ Yes. And this is Goten?”
“ Yes it is. Go be a good little girl and get your mom. Now.” I tell her. I have no patience and I don’t need to snap or anything but I am very worried for my best friend!
I wait in silence for a moment and I can tell the little girl is a bit mad.
“ Little? Excuse me? I’ll have you know I’m not little Goten. I’m probably a lot smarter than you! How can you call me small! I’m not small! Stop treating me like such a baby!!!!” And with that I hear the phone click.
I’m shocked to say in the least. She has the temper of Vegeta… and Bulma. Which is a very BAD thing.
I dial the number again and wait a while till someone picks the phone back up. To my dismay she’s back on the line.
“ Bra. Please this is an emergency!”
“ Oh. I thought you were calling back to apologize but-”
“ Bra I’m very sorry I called you little and belittled you but please. Get your mother! It’s an emergency! Trunks is badly hurt! And I need your Mother!!!” I tell her desperately.
“ Mom!!” I hear her scream. “ PHONE! ITS ABOUT TRUNKS!” I hear her and wince at her loud voice.
Finally…
Bulma picks up the phone talking calm and casually.
“ What’s up?”
“ Um Bulma do you know Trunks is not at home?”
“ No. I never noticed. Probably with his friends again.”
“ Actually Bulma he’s not! Trunks is here in the hospital and they’re operating on him!” I tell her. I probably make my words sound plain and childish.
“ What. Why?” She asks.
“ I found him in the woods all hurt and beaten so I brought him here.” I tell her.
I see the room to the operating door open and the doctor that I had talking about Trunks came strolling out. I stand up swiftly.
“ Bulma please come here and hurry, the doctor for Trunks has just come out I have to go!” I tell her hurriedly wanting to know the news of my friend. So I hang up the phone and walk fast to man in the white coat.
“ Mr. Son. We have taken Trunks to another hospital room.”
I nod to him impatiently.
“ He has pulled through but… He’s lost way to much blood and will need a blood donor.” He tells me
My eyes widen.
‘ No… He can’t! No one would have the same blood type as him! Because of Vegeta’s blood! N-No!’ My thoughts race and race as my eyes begin to spin slightly.
“ I- I don’t think anyone would have the same blood type as Trunks”
“ Well no one does. Except one person.”
He tells me. Hope flashes in my eyes. Who would? Me?
“ His little sister does. Amazingly enough.”
Bra? Yes! Trunks will be saved!
“ But she is only a child and taking much blood-”
“ Well even if he did take some blood from her he would still be saved right!?”
I ask his with anticipation.
“ Yes I suppose. But he would be very weak… And could still have a chance of dieing. Falling into a coma with such weakness or anything could happen.”
He tells me. But there’s still a chance!
“ I will have to confirm this with his and hers parents.”
I nod in understanding. Of course I can’t make the decision for Bra. I’m not they’re parents.
I kind of wished it were me that was going to be giving Trunks blood. I could supply him with a lot more than Bra could so his chances weren’t so low.
I patiently wait for Trunks’ parents to arrive. I called my parents to inform them where I was and told them not to come because to many would people would be in the way and I would be home as soon as I could. My mom kind of had a small fit but understood as well as my father.
I slowly walk into the room, which held Trunks no longer waiting for Vegeta and Bulma to arrive. They will just have to ask the front desk.
I sit along side of the bed where he is lying. Toobs are everywhere… He’s hooked up to a machine that helps him breath; toobs are down his throat in his arms… they’re everywhere.
His face still has some dried blood, many gashes that are covered by clothe. Blood is already deeply soaking through it. The white cotton turning into a deep scarlet from the blood, the bruises are so black, they cover everywhere around his face and down his neck where the blanket is pulled up to cover his battered form. Part of his arm is stuck out from under the blanket. I can see the toobs in his arms and all the ace bandages that wrap everywhere.
I see stitches where other deep cuts are.
“ My God…” Tears are swelling in my eyes as I look at my best friend I’ve known my whole life. It’s a sick and sad sight. Who could ever do this to such a good person?
“ I’m here for you Trunks… I- I wont let anyone hurt you again. Please just don’t leave me.” I plead to him as I place my hand softly and gently on his palm avoiding cuts and bruises there.
I stay there for what seems to be hours watching his chest slowly rise and fall back down, staring at his abused face and at all the things that are sticking in him keeping him alive.
I hear the door open and 3 adults with a child enter.
The doctor, Vegeta Bulma and Bra.
“ What happened to him?” Bulma questions looking slightly shocked by this much damage.
“ Seems he was attacked by someone. Mrs. Briefs. You should thank Son Goten here. Any longer and he would have been dead by now. We still don’t know if he will make it or not, I have talked to you about Bra and you are still sure with your answer?”
“ Yes I am,” She said as she looked towards me.
I saw Bra run to the side of me staring at her older brother with… what’s that on her face? Nothing… She has no features written on her face? Does she not care about her onii-chan?
“ What’d you do to him Goten?!”
ME?!?!???!?!?!?
Everyone turns towards me and raises a questioning brow. ‘ OH SO NOW I’M ONE OF THE SUSPECTS? Thanks a lot Bra!’
“ I didn’t do it Bra. I found him like this. Unfortunately it was a lot worse.”
She doesn’t say anything, as she looks her brother over staring at him.
Bulma and the doctor talk amongst themselves quietly as Vegeta stands there looking rather annoyed.
Bra moves her hand up to grab onto Trunks’ arm when I grab it holding it from doing so.
“ Bra don’t touch him. He’s hurt, you will only make it worse and make it more painful.” I tell her with a serious expression on my face. She only narrows her eyes; then nods slightly to me. I let go of her hand. In the corner of my eye I can feel the intense stare on me coming from Vegeta.
‘ Is he mad that I did that to Bra? Shit Vegeta get over it.’
“ Go stand with your parents Bra.” I tell her finally not trusting her or anyone that would come stand next to Trunks; I just don’t want him to be hurt even more than he is.
“ Ok Goten!” She says happily moving over to her parents without a second thought or protesting.
‘ She really is a good kid.’ I think to myself as she attaches herself to Vegeta’s leg staring up at the doctor as if she understands what they are saying.
This is going to take forever…
A loud beep suddenly resonates from the monitor on my left that is attached to Trunks. My eyes grow wide as I look at the screen. ‘ He… He’s not breathing.’ I stop breathing myself as the doctor yells down the hall, though I cannot understand anything he is saying. My eyes are dilated; I’m frozen in place shaking terribly and my breathing has come to a temporary halt.
“ Sir we’re going to have you leave now!” A lady tells me as she shakes my shoulders grabbing onto my shirt as she leads me out of the gloomy room.
“ TRUNKS!!!” I scream as he flat lines.
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Shit… Trunks flat lined ;_; what’s going to happen next? Will the Dragonballs be used on Trunks to bring him back to life or not!!!!!!??? Find out~