Coma Love [Truten]

Capsule Corp: Hospital For The Supernatural

~~~~~~Goten's Pov~~~~~~

Capsule Corp Hospital, otherwise known as The Hospital for the Supernatural. That last part is a secret though. See, this is Earth after all, and nobody believes in the supernatural. So, Dr. Briefs started this underground organization to help supernatural creatures in need. Like me, Goten Son. I know what you're all wondering. What are you? Well I'm a saiyan. Well, a demi-saiyan anyways. Saiyan's are from the planet Vegeta. We're much like humans, except we have super strength and tails. Oh! And we can turn into these crazy giant ape things. But that's another story. Aren't you glad you asked. Wait, you mean you didn't want to know what I was. Oh, you wanted to know my story; the reason why I'm in here. That's simple. I've been in a coma for the past three months.
I can hear the sound of shuffling feet at my doorway. "Good morning Goten!" I hear a voice chime. That's Bulma, or Dr. Briefs. "How are you doing today?" She asks, while still knowing very well that I can't answer her back. 'I'm as great as I can be while still being in a coma.' She goes about checking my vitals. "Everything looks good." She pauses "Well, you know what I mean." She purses her lips together. Her blue brows furrow, for a moment, deep in thought until she smiles almost instantaneously as she remembers something. "Oh, and by the way, my son Trunks is going to be stopping by. He needs community service for his college applications later on; better sooner than later. He's going to be volunteering here." She announces. "You better play nice now Goten." She scolds and walks out of the room. What am I going to do? Bite him?
I guess by now you're probably wondering how this all came to be. My mom and dad were MMA fighters when they were younger. That's how they met. Once, my mom found out she was pregnant with my older brother, Gohan, she had to stop fighting. My dad quit too, to make her feel better. After she had Gohan, my dad got a job as a construction worker. My mom doesn't allow violence anymore. She's afraid me and my brother will get hurt. I guess she was right to worry. Three months ago I was sparring with Gohan. We were flying in the air. My fist crashed into his face with a sickening sound. He spit some blood on the ground. I kicked his side and he went down hard, leaving a crater in the ground. I was winning. I was starting to get cocky. The next thing I knew Gohan was right next to me. His foot connected with my side. I was sent flying into a rock and I hit my head. Blood began pooling out from the wound and I blacked out.
My brother isn't supposed to visit me. Bulma let's him see me though. She says maybe his presence will trigger something in my condition. Gohan walks through the door with his 5 month pregnant wife Videl. She waddles in and takes a seat next to the right of my bed. Gohan's at my left. He runs his fingers through my hair. "Hey champ." He whispers as if he's trying not to wake me. He spends his visit telling me about what had happened in his life since he last visited two weeks ago. He puts pictures of the ultrasound in the drawer by my bed for when I wake up. I really hope I get to see the baby when she's born. I've wasted three months of my life laying in a hospital bed, listening to people come and go. Whether it be nurses checking my vitals, Dr. Bulma telling me about the progress that they haven't made, Gohan and Videl acting as if they're going to break me, or my parents constantly fighting. I'm sick of the same old routine.