Love can be pretty forgetful (Part 2)






From Son-Goku Daimao


The waiting room in Dr. Toföö conveyed exactly the same atmosphere as any other waiting room. It was simply furnished, smelled of stale perfume and cough syrup and was just so boring that even with a heart attack it felt like an hour every second.


It wasn't particularly crowded that Sunday morning. A slightly older lady was sitting on the sofa with a flower pattern that stood on the back wall and left there in one of the many gossip magazines that were on the large brown wooden table that stood in the middle of the room. A young mother tried desperately to keep her two small children in their chairs, and even on closer inspection it was not possible to find out whether the two toddlers were due to an imminent injection or the visit to Tai Kai Kann, the famous one their mother had promised Noodle soup stall, were so excited after seeing the doctor.Behind the information desk sat a young nurse who was busy talking on her phone and pounding on the keyboard of her computer with such a speed that even the souped-up data monster couldn't project the letters on the screen fast enough.


A few plants were spread out in the corners of the room and at least made this place of eternal boredom look a bit friendly, although one had to say that even the bright green jukka palms gave the impression that they would soon have to be thrown into the organic waste bin.


The fan turned relentlessly in order to take at least some of the stifling heat that was currently prevalent in the whole city and which one here in this room only became more aware of, since one can do nothing except wait and notice the steadily swelling warmth could. The penetrating ticking of the big, orange clock that hung over the door that led into the traffic outside made it after a few minutes that you would do anything for an aspirin.To the right of the information desk, Bulma and Nazumi sat on two rickety chairs. You could now really see that they were only related to one another through the word "step". While Bulma was huddled up on her chair with drooping shoulders, chewed fingernails and a throbbing headache like a pile of misery and threatened to slip down, the light-blonde beast with the emerald green eyes sat bolt upright, as if she had swallowed a broomstick and let it go now and then an almost imperceptible grin flickered across her flawless face.


Who are you? The question pounded into Bulma's skull and only made her headache worse. She and Nazumi had brought Son-Goku to the practice right here because Dr. Toföö was one of the best brain surgeons in all of Japan. And what should Goku have had but a memory loss?


She couldn't think of anything better, although she would have preferred a treatable disease.

Every time this question cleared up in her head, as if by a ghost, she trembled a little more and got goose bumps. It wasn't necessarily the question in itself that frightened and shocked her so much, it was the way he had asked it. With completely empty and expressionless eyes and that painfully logical sounding undertone, as if it were the most normal thing in the world that he, Son-Goku, she, Bulma, would not know.


Nazumi hardly seemed to mind that, which you could see without the slightest difficulty. Not even a hint of compassion was noticeable in her face or voice, not that Bulma would have ever expected. She even trusted her stepcousin to be happy about it, since it should now be even easier for her to take away her Goku.


"Are you Ms. Bulma Briefs and Ms. Nazumi Saotome?" Suddenly asked a woman dressed all in white who was causing Bulma to almost cardiac arrest when she put her hand on her shoulder.

"Yes, we are," she breathed in response while recovering from her horror.


"Good, I'm Maaron Kusakave, Dr. Toföö's assistant. You can go to him.", Replied the young lady, who now also revealed herself to be a nurse for the confused Bulma, and put on a friendly smile.


The two cousins ​​followed the assistant and walked with mixed feelings through the harmless-looking door that led into the treatment room. Bulma just panicked, not knowing what to expect. Nazumi, on the other hand, couldn't really be seen what was going on inside her. Only her eyes flashed once, and only briefly, in a somehow devious way.


The treatment room was just as plain as the waiting room, only the smell of medicine was a lot stronger here. Dr. Toföö, a young and intelligent-looking man with glasses and long black hair, which he had tied in a pigtail, sat on a small swivel stool by the bed, while a delighted, grinning Son-Goku, sitting cross-legged and wearing a head bandage, crouched and waved to them.A stone fell from Bulma's heart. He was fine again, he recognized her and everything was fine.


"Nazumi, hai, how are you?", The Saiyjain asked, not giving Bulma a look.


"Thank you, good.", She replied and sat defiantly next to him on the bed.


Bulma seemed to be in the wrong movie. What did he just say? Nazumi, how are you?


Tell me, am I completely crazy now, or am I slowly becoming hearing impaired?


But she was not wrong. Even when Goku examined her carefully afterwards, he didn't seem to recognize her.


"Well, yes," said the doctor, scratching his head precociously as he rolled over to his desk and pulled an old book from the shelf that hung over the table.


"What has he got now?" Asked Bulma and sat down on the nearest chair. She couldn't stand now.


"I'm sorry to have to tell you, but your boyfriend has pars amnesia." He adjusted his glasses and flipped through an illustrated page in his book.

"A what?"


"Pars amnesia. Pars comes from Latin and means" part ". It is very rare, personally I have never seen it with my own eyes and have only heard of two cases so far. It differs from normal amnesia only in that Two points. First, in Pars amnesia, only certain parts of the memory are stolen from the victim. Most of the time, the memories that are erased are somehow connected. With them, he has simply forgotten everything that has to do with them. "


This statement struck Bulma like a stab in the heart. Only her, he had just forgotten her. No one else, just her. Why you of all people?


"And what's the second reason?" Asked Nazumi, although there wasn't the slightest trace of interest to be found in her voice.


"The second reason is that there is currently no therapy to bring back the lost thoughts and memories. As sorry as I am, he will most likely never remember the relationship with you."

"No, wait a minute. So in all seriousness you want to tell me that my friend, with whom I have had a perfectly functioning relationship for five months and whom I love more than anything, has forgotten me so I haven't forgotten anything. Listen, kidding I can be on my own! ", she yelled and jumped up from her chair. Son-Goku looked at her suspiciously and the assistant doctor, too, didn't seem to really know whether to call the security service or not.


But at the same moment she sagged to the floor again and began to sob.


Son Goku rose from his bed and knelt beside her. He gently stroked her back.


Bulma thought it was all over.


"I'm sorry that I worry you so much. And I apologize, even if I don't really know what for."


Oh shit, he didn't remember.


Bulma wanted to punch him first, but then let her clenched fist drop again.He could do the least of all for it.


"Is there really no way to cure it?" She asked again and looked at the doctor with tearful eyes.


"Well, there is no scientific one. But never give up hope. As the old monk Father Dioga always said," Incurable diseases are only incurable because people are still too stupid to find the cure "." .. ......................






Back at Capsule Corp. Goku went straight to bed. With no other option, he slept in Bulma's bed. Knowing her innocent, naive and now confused darling with that lethal injection in a bed was really too much for Bulma.


The Saiyan fell asleep quickly and turned on his side so that he was showing his back to Bulma.


Maybe Bulma would have been saddened otherwise, but she was too busy at the moment.


So, all over again. Something hit him in the head.

Hello!


And then he got this Parz amnesia or it.


Hey


Just why me?


Lord God are you deaf or what ?!


Who are you? Don't you recognize me anymore It's me, your good old inner voice. Really? I thought you wanted to work in a higher position. I have, too, only there are problems at the moment. And what do you want here? Guess what. Help you. Nice meant, but this time you can't help me either. How so?


Well, because Goku has lost his memory and stupidly just doesn't remember me anymore


So he's got Pars amnesia? Yes, where do they all know from. Nazumi knew about her too. Do you think you get even the smallest position as an inner voice without a high school diploma.? It's okay, just what do I do now? What did the doctor say? The usual ramblings: he's doing well, he's just forgotten all about them and can never be cured. Have a good time. Aja, and you just give up like that?There can be no question of giving up. I've already lost. You'll never get him back like this. How am I supposed to do that? I'm only human, not a god. Hey, why don't you go to him and tell him to take care of it. He's so omnipotent! Now don't get naughty, besides, God has more important things to do. Oh yes? What? To play minigolf? Something like that. That's typical again. He can create the world, raise the dead and free whole peoples, but he cannot restore the memory of a boy. You mustn't be so pessimistic about it.