Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nevermind ❯ Don't Panic ( Chapter 4 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Ravenpan 
An old enemy returns....
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.05.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 273 | Status: Work In Progress
An old enemy returns....
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.05.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 273 | Status: Work In Progress
Shonen Ai. I don't own them, I just do mean things to them. I realise these chapters may seem short (barely three pages) but it's easier for me to seperate into scenes that way. I hope you still enjoy the stuff I put these boys through!
NEVERMIND
By Raven Pan
IV - Don't Panic
Tuesday, February 17
It was hell.
I woke up and you weren't shivering. I thought that was a good thing, but when I brushed your bangs out of your face I felt as though I'd touched the stovetop when I'd forgotten to turn it off. I shook your shoulder, but you didn't wake as usual, even when I called your name.
"Not again...." I jumped out of bed and grabbed the phone, swiftly dialing the doctor's number. I started pacing while I waited for someone to answer.
"Dr. Shimoyama's office, how may I help you?"
"This is Trunks Briefs - I need to make an emergency appointment for Goten Son."
"The Doctor is booked all day, sir. Would you like to make an appointment for later this week?"
"No I want to see him now, damnit - this is very important."
"If it's that important, go to the emergency room, Mr. Briefs."
Of course I growled at her then. She must have been new, not to know that this was the only doctor we dealt with... could deal with in our... special case scenario. I hung up the phone, and picked you up and ran out the door, taking to the air. I didn't raise my Ki any higher than I had to as I flew swiftly for Dr. Shimoyama's office - I hoped the cool air of spring would help drop your fever.
It was bare minutes before I burst into the office, and yelled for the doctor, you limp, and bright, and still too hot in my arms. "SHIMOYAMA! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!"
"Sir, please calm down, do you have an appointment?" the young girl with the nasal voice I recognised from earlier on the telephone spoke.
"No, but I'm going to see him anyhow," Dr. Shimoyama's calm voice broke in before I could just about bite her head off.
I would have if it would get the good doctor out here faster. "Fix him now," I growled out at him. Sure, my vocabulary wasn't the best, but shorter said, swiftly done.
The doctor wordlessly led us to the room none of the others were allowed into. It was specially designed for Saiyajin physiology, thanks to my mother. He'd put it in shortly after Gohan was born, and all of us had seen its walls at one time or another.
I set you down on the table, worriedly brushing my hand across your forhead as he started checking your vitals. It was too familiar... only a few months ago I'd brought you to him in the same condition - and you'd stayed in hospital almost until Christmas.
And now you're back. "Damnit."
"What was that, Trunks?" The doctor asked at my muttering.
"Is it the same thing?" I asked him, not bothering to answer.
"Hard to tell," he started listening to your lungs. "There's a lot of fluid in his lungs, that I can hear. Has he had a cold recently?"
I coloured in anger at myself. "He went out in the rain, no shoes, no jacket."
"That might do it - why'd he do that? I told him he had to keep bundled until summer."
"We had an argument," I said quietly, watching your pale, flushed face remain motionless.
"I see... Well you did the right thing in bringing him here, Trunks."
I made no comment, watching as he found a pore to thrust a needle into, starting an IV... I turned my eyes away as he set you on a catheter again, then covered you back up and I watched as he drew some blood to try, once again, to diagnose what was wrong.
"Your mother has gotten some more information on Saiyajins, and given it to me. I may yet find out what's wrong with him."
"You'd better." As always, my threats mean nothing to you... though I can understand why, you've served our families so long, and you know we need you. You know our secret.
I figured I must have fallen asleep in the chair I pulled beside your bed, because I found myself jerking awake at the small sound coming from you. "Goten?"
"Trunks... I don't feel so well," your whimpering tugged at my heart, and I held your hand tightly between mine. "Shh, Chibi. You'll be okay. Mom's found out more stuff about Saiyajins and Dr. Shimoyama's looking to see if he can figure out what's going on.
"I don't want to die," that confession broke me.
"You are NOT going to die, Goten. Youd idn't last time, and you won't this time. I won't let you."
"'M glad...." You yawned, same as you always do - without a care in the world. I nuzzled your throat just a little before pulling back and brushing your bangs from your face.
"You're gonna be just fine, Chibi. I promise. Even if I have to find the supreme Kai and make him heal you."
"I don't think it works that way," you laughed - it was music to me.
"Shh, just rest. Get better so I can kick your ass for being so stupid going out in the rain like that."
"Yeah yeah..." you smiled slightly and yawned again.
I wonder, if you know how much you bring to my life. Yeah, you piss me off so much with your unwarranted optimism. Your constant smile, and laughter, are both my blessing and curse. You only have ever been able to break through my emotional wall like that... I think that's why it upset me so. Because with you I had nothing to hide behind.
Sometimes I wish I did.
As I sat in thought, you fell back to sleep, your breath rattling a bit in your chest, your hand still hot to my touch. But I stayed with you. I've stayed with you your whole life, I'm not about to leave now.
My cell rang - probably work wondering where I am. I pulled it from my pocket and found my thought to be true, indicated by my caller's identification. I flipped it open, not caring who was on the other end and told them, "Fuck off," then crushed the phone in my hand, throwing the pieces to land unerringly into the trash on the other side of the room.
I knew it wouldn't be long, but fifteen minutes was pushing it. I looked up to see my mother, and chichi... and Goku... and Gohan... hell just about all the Sons and Briefs were there - except my father, sister, and Goten's niece.
"Well if it isn't the whole fam damnly," I muttered as they came in, fussing over you, fussing over me... just... fussing.
"Watch your language young man," That was my mother... she doesn't seem to think I've passed the age of ten.
"If I ever hear about you talking to your mother like that again, I will personally tear out your voice box." Well lookie here, looks like Father decided to show up after all.
"Will you all just go away?"
"What did you do to my son?" Chichi asked in a very worried tone.
"He didn't do anything, Chichi," Dr. Shimoyama entered the room again, his glasses perched atop his white hair'd head. "Goten seems to have had a relapse. I'm running some more tests against the information Bulma's found," my mother nodded proudly, "to see if we can find a cure."
"Oh doctor, can you?" Chichi looked over at him hopefully.
"You know I will do my best."
I tuned them out then as they all talked, just paying attention to you, Chibi. So warm to the touch, I was so afraid - but with everyone else there, it was like I was an automaton. I couldn't let them know the emotion you pull from me.
"Trunks... TRUNKS!" Apparently they'd been trying get my attention for some time now.
"What?" I snapped.
"Calm down, don't talk to me in that tone," Mom had her arms crossed. "I just wanted to know if you wanted us to bring you something to eat."
"Not hungry."
"But Trunks-"
"Leave the boy - he said he's not hungry." Now there's a surprise... my father sticking up for me?
"What's wrong, honey?" Mom knelt beside me, brushing her fingers across my forehead as though looking for the same illness that struck you down.
"Nothing. Forget it."
"But-"
"I said forget it. It's none of your... Nevermind, I don't have to explain, I'm a grown man."
I tuned out her protests and returned my full attention to you as the doctor ushered everyone out. Though I couldn't help but be a little surprised at the look Goku gave us before he left with the others.
Strange.
TBC - Please Review!
NEVERMIND
By Raven Pan
IV - Don't Panic
Tuesday, February 17
It was hell.
I woke up and you weren't shivering. I thought that was a good thing, but when I brushed your bangs out of your face I felt as though I'd touched the stovetop when I'd forgotten to turn it off. I shook your shoulder, but you didn't wake as usual, even when I called your name.
"Not again...." I jumped out of bed and grabbed the phone, swiftly dialing the doctor's number. I started pacing while I waited for someone to answer.
"Dr. Shimoyama's office, how may I help you?"
"This is Trunks Briefs - I need to make an emergency appointment for Goten Son."
"The Doctor is booked all day, sir. Would you like to make an appointment for later this week?"
"No I want to see him now, damnit - this is very important."
"If it's that important, go to the emergency room, Mr. Briefs."
Of course I growled at her then. She must have been new, not to know that this was the only doctor we dealt with... could deal with in our... special case scenario. I hung up the phone, and picked you up and ran out the door, taking to the air. I didn't raise my Ki any higher than I had to as I flew swiftly for Dr. Shimoyama's office - I hoped the cool air of spring would help drop your fever.
It was bare minutes before I burst into the office, and yelled for the doctor, you limp, and bright, and still too hot in my arms. "SHIMOYAMA! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!"
"Sir, please calm down, do you have an appointment?" the young girl with the nasal voice I recognised from earlier on the telephone spoke.
"No, but I'm going to see him anyhow," Dr. Shimoyama's calm voice broke in before I could just about bite her head off.
I would have if it would get the good doctor out here faster. "Fix him now," I growled out at him. Sure, my vocabulary wasn't the best, but shorter said, swiftly done.
The doctor wordlessly led us to the room none of the others were allowed into. It was specially designed for Saiyajin physiology, thanks to my mother. He'd put it in shortly after Gohan was born, and all of us had seen its walls at one time or another.
I set you down on the table, worriedly brushing my hand across your forhead as he started checking your vitals. It was too familiar... only a few months ago I'd brought you to him in the same condition - and you'd stayed in hospital almost until Christmas.
And now you're back. "Damnit."
"What was that, Trunks?" The doctor asked at my muttering.
"Is it the same thing?" I asked him, not bothering to answer.
"Hard to tell," he started listening to your lungs. "There's a lot of fluid in his lungs, that I can hear. Has he had a cold recently?"
I coloured in anger at myself. "He went out in the rain, no shoes, no jacket."
"That might do it - why'd he do that? I told him he had to keep bundled until summer."
"We had an argument," I said quietly, watching your pale, flushed face remain motionless.
"I see... Well you did the right thing in bringing him here, Trunks."
I made no comment, watching as he found a pore to thrust a needle into, starting an IV... I turned my eyes away as he set you on a catheter again, then covered you back up and I watched as he drew some blood to try, once again, to diagnose what was wrong.
"Your mother has gotten some more information on Saiyajins, and given it to me. I may yet find out what's wrong with him."
"You'd better." As always, my threats mean nothing to you... though I can understand why, you've served our families so long, and you know we need you. You know our secret.
I figured I must have fallen asleep in the chair I pulled beside your bed, because I found myself jerking awake at the small sound coming from you. "Goten?"
"Trunks... I don't feel so well," your whimpering tugged at my heart, and I held your hand tightly between mine. "Shh, Chibi. You'll be okay. Mom's found out more stuff about Saiyajins and Dr. Shimoyama's looking to see if he can figure out what's going on.
"I don't want to die," that confession broke me.
"You are NOT going to die, Goten. Youd idn't last time, and you won't this time. I won't let you."
"'M glad...." You yawned, same as you always do - without a care in the world. I nuzzled your throat just a little before pulling back and brushing your bangs from your face.
"You're gonna be just fine, Chibi. I promise. Even if I have to find the supreme Kai and make him heal you."
"I don't think it works that way," you laughed - it was music to me.
"Shh, just rest. Get better so I can kick your ass for being so stupid going out in the rain like that."
"Yeah yeah..." you smiled slightly and yawned again.
I wonder, if you know how much you bring to my life. Yeah, you piss me off so much with your unwarranted optimism. Your constant smile, and laughter, are both my blessing and curse. You only have ever been able to break through my emotional wall like that... I think that's why it upset me so. Because with you I had nothing to hide behind.
Sometimes I wish I did.
As I sat in thought, you fell back to sleep, your breath rattling a bit in your chest, your hand still hot to my touch. But I stayed with you. I've stayed with you your whole life, I'm not about to leave now.
My cell rang - probably work wondering where I am. I pulled it from my pocket and found my thought to be true, indicated by my caller's identification. I flipped it open, not caring who was on the other end and told them, "Fuck off," then crushed the phone in my hand, throwing the pieces to land unerringly into the trash on the other side of the room.
I knew it wouldn't be long, but fifteen minutes was pushing it. I looked up to see my mother, and chichi... and Goku... and Gohan... hell just about all the Sons and Briefs were there - except my father, sister, and Goten's niece.
"Well if it isn't the whole fam damnly," I muttered as they came in, fussing over you, fussing over me... just... fussing.
"Watch your language young man," That was my mother... she doesn't seem to think I've passed the age of ten.
"If I ever hear about you talking to your mother like that again, I will personally tear out your voice box." Well lookie here, looks like Father decided to show up after all.
"Will you all just go away?"
"What did you do to my son?" Chichi asked in a very worried tone.
"He didn't do anything, Chichi," Dr. Shimoyama entered the room again, his glasses perched atop his white hair'd head. "Goten seems to have had a relapse. I'm running some more tests against the information Bulma's found," my mother nodded proudly, "to see if we can find a cure."
"Oh doctor, can you?" Chichi looked over at him hopefully.
"You know I will do my best."
I tuned them out then as they all talked, just paying attention to you, Chibi. So warm to the touch, I was so afraid - but with everyone else there, it was like I was an automaton. I couldn't let them know the emotion you pull from me.
"Trunks... TRUNKS!" Apparently they'd been trying get my attention for some time now.
"What?" I snapped.
"Calm down, don't talk to me in that tone," Mom had her arms crossed. "I just wanted to know if you wanted us to bring you something to eat."
"Not hungry."
"But Trunks-"
"Leave the boy - he said he's not hungry." Now there's a surprise... my father sticking up for me?
"What's wrong, honey?" Mom knelt beside me, brushing her fingers across my forehead as though looking for the same illness that struck you down.
"Nothing. Forget it."
"But-"
"I said forget it. It's none of your... Nevermind, I don't have to explain, I'm a grown man."
I tuned out her protests and returned my full attention to you as the doctor ushered everyone out. Though I couldn't help but be a little surprised at the look Goku gave us before he left with the others.
Strange.
TBC - Please Review!