Disclaimer: No I do not own DBZ.
Author's note: Some people will find this familiar because of a fanfic I wrote earlier call Soul Blade but I didn't have time to finish it so I deleted it and edited it and of course, finished it. This is a VERY alternative universe. If you just have to have everything from DBZ in here then do not read it. If you don't mind as long as Trunks and Pan are together then you will love this story as it contains magic and everything. Oh and one thing… a lot of you read, but don't review and that was one of the reasons I took my story off because I didn't get many reviews. Plz R&R! It won't hurt to le me know how my story is going. Thank you.
Summary: T/P A legendary sword was the key to seven wishes. Many searched for the sword, but always were stopped by the Key Keeper. The Key Keeper has died and her daughter must take her place. Pan, has lost her mother at a young age and now has an enormous responsibility on her shoulders, but she does not know until an assassin comes and destroys her life. Trunks, the assassin, was hired to kill her father and soon befriended Pan. A legendary sword was in her possession and there was seven elemental spheres. A guardian guarded each one. Pan was determined to wish her father back, but something deep down in Trunks had other plans…
Chapter 1: A New Beginning
"Wow! This is awesome, Dad!" said a now fifteen year old Pan as she lifted up her new sword. Her eyes shined with excitement and her mouth was pulled up into a big smile. She looked at her dad and then looked her sword. It had a ruby red metal pole with some ancient words shaped with swirling lines and dots, each letter unique, swirled around on it, and at the top of it was a diaphanous turquoise moon-shaped blade but with uneven sharp edges. The stick-like sword she got was gleaming in the sun. Her heart thumped against her chest as she ran her hand up and down the smooth red surface of the handle. She knew immediately that something unique and special was in this sword. She could feel it calling to her as though trying to let her know her mission with it. Today was her fifteenth birthday, and her father and her were going to celebrate it together. She lifted it up and said proudly, "I want to be a sword master when I grow up. I am going to be just as good as you!"
"Of course, Pan. You will be a great swordsman," said Pan's father. He smiled at Pan, but she gave him a look in which he realized his mistake. He chuckled and made the correction, "Ahem, a swordswoman I mean." Pan smiled, she was grateful that she still had her dad. He loved her very much and was the only thing left in her life. Her mom died by cancer and since she was the only child she had no other brothers and sisters. She didn't have any friends, though she didn't know why. They would always give her eccentric looks and turn their heads away whenever she smiled at them. When she finally became a teenager she stopped caring about friends and studied hard. She graduated school early because of her knowledge. She didn't know what to do with her life since then. She knew she wanted to be like her father, the greatest swordsman in the world.
Gohan looked at her with serious and sad eyes. He caressed her forehead as he spoke, "Pan, I want you to take care of your sword. It is very special. It was your mother's." Gohan took a deep breath. Each time he talked about his wife a sharp pain would clench his heart. He looked at Pan as he tried not show weakness. He took another deep breath and ignored the questioning look Pan gave him. "She wanted you to have it when the time was right. This sword is unique and very special," said Pan's father in a very serious tone. Pan looked at him with surprise. Why was her father so serious about a sword? Pan didn't want to question and thought it best if she just went along. She had a feeling about this sword.
"Yes, father," said Pan as equally. She looked back down as if checking to see if something miraculous has happened, but the sword looked the same.
"I am going to train you to be great. There isn't only strength in this sword, but also magic," Gohan said looking at the sunset. Pan looked up at him surprised. Her eyes scanned her father's face and her eyebrows knitted together. How can there be magic in a sword? She looked down at her sword again amazed. Her father couldn't be lying could he?
"Magic? Father there is no such thing as magic. Techniques, skill, speed, and power there is, but magic?" Pan said with doubt in her voice. Gohan looked at her and smiled. He knew she would be a little bit perplexed, but she will know in time about the full power of this sword. Videl, Gohan thought, your precious treasure is going down to our daughter. I know you would be proud.
"Yes there is magic, Pan, and great power, but you musn't use it for anything. Ok?" Gohan said seriously. He knew that the sword contained a power which drove warriors insane. Many would thirst for this sword and come looking for it. Pan looked at him oddly. Her black eyebrows pulled up in question. She nodded. Gohan continued, "Many will try and take this sword away from you, but you cannot let them touch it. Pan, you are special. You have something no one else has. Someday you will be stronger than me!" Gohan smiled softly and Pan returned the gesture. "I will train you to experience some of the power in this sword."
Pan grinned. Finally! She could learn how to be great and fierce some! Everyone will soon learn her name. "Yeah," Pan said eagerly, "and will I learn how to use the magic?"
Gohan chuckled and got up from the small brown wooden bench they were sitting on. He looked down at his petite daughter and said, "Of course! You have to learn the magic." Gohan laughed as he saw his daughter's dreamy face. "It's time to go to bed, Pan. Let's go. We will start training in a week."
Pan nodded and grabbed her sword carefully to follow her father. She went into her bedroom, but before she walked past the door she turned to look at her father. "Dad?"
Gohan turned from his door straight across from hers. "Yes?"
"Do you think I will be good as you?" Pan asked. She knew it was a stupid question. Most parents would say yes to just comfort their child or to make them go to bed quickly. No parent would tell their child that they will be a failure. But she still had to ask the question anyway.
"Yes, Pan, I think you would be," Gohan said sincerely. Pan nodded and smiled. She went into her room and left then her little light on in her room. Gohan shook his head. She was still afraid of the dark. His wife was a bit the same. They both were afraid of the dark. Gohan went into his small bedroom and turned off the light. He lied down in his queen sized bed. He sighed deeply. His daughter was growing up so fast. Soon she will be the next Key Keeper. He closed his eyes as he finally let himself go from this world and into the dream world.
A week passed by with each day passing by slowly for Pan. She couldn't wait to start training. She would lay down on her bed and her eyes would stare at the ceiling while her mind would create images of herself fighting in battles the would save the world, though when the day came to train she had regretted ever touching that sword. She would train everyday, and each day she would flop down on her bed too tired to even get up to shower. After a few months, she began to enjoy the sessions as she got more stamina. Her father would teach her how to meditate and to control energy from the sword. He showed her techniques on how to block or attack the opponent. She began to thirst for more training as she began to finally learn how to fight battles.
In seven months, she learned how to use a little bit of magic and how to attack and block many moves of an opponent. She would be in the woods practicing with her father.
"Come on, Pan. You can do it!" yelled Pan's father. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were intensely focused on his daughter. She has learned a lot quickly. She was as strong as her mother. Hs eyes shined with pride as his daughter would practice attacks. Pan screamed as a ball of fire formed at the point of her blade. The fireball looked as if it was contained in a small sphere of glass. Pan concentrated more as she growled to muster out the energy to let the sphere go at her target. The sphere went flying at a few trees and they sprang up in flames, and soon were no more in just a few seconds. Sweat dripped down her forehead and down her nose to drop on the green grass. She was exhausted. She has been practicing for five hours without stopping.
"I think that is enough for today," Pan's father said. "You are doing great, Pan. You just keep improving with each session. It won't be long until you are like me." Pan smiled weakly as her eyelids were barely open. Gohan walked to their small yet spacey home to rest. It was dusk and sprays of red, yellow, and orange had painted the sky making a beautiful sunset. Pan dragged herself to her house and plopped herself in the shower. She sighed as the warm water cascaded on her sweaty dirty body. Man, this sword business is hard, Pan thought. She never would have thought it would be this difficult.
Pan knew it was time to step out of the shower, but her body refused to step aside from the comforting beads of water sliding down her sore muscles. Pan groaned and forced herself out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her small figure and groggily walked into her room.
Pan got her pajama flannel red pants and a t shirt on top. She sat on her small twin sized bed and looked out her window. Stars were speckled in the sky and the moon was full, illuminating the pitch black sky. She sighed dreamily. She wished she could fly. She shook her head to get the impossible idea out of her head. She pulled the blue covers down and then lifted them up to get into the soft comfortable bed. She closed her eyes to finally go to sleep after a day's hard work, but then unfamiliar voices intruded her sleep. She groaned as she felt her curiosity build, and dragged herself out of the warm comfortable bed. Her bare feet touched the cold ground and she wrapped her arms around herself. She started to walk down stairs and saw her father arguing with someone unfamiliar. "Dad, what is going on?" asked Pan groggily. Her eyelids were semi-closed, but opened up as she knew something wrong was occurring.
Gohan looked up surprised. He felt his heart pound against his built chest as his mind filled with worry. What was his daughter doing up? Gohan said, "Nothing, sweetie, just go back to bed." He hoped that she would heed his command, but turned around with anger in his eyes as the other man spoke.
"I think she will be staying here, Gohan," said a man with a short stubby hat. His thin mouth was quirked up into a smirk and his eyes looked devilish. A tall muscular man stood by him making him the one to worry about. The tall man had a black cloak on with its hood placed over his head, the shadow masking his face. A sheath was placed on his back and Pan knew that he too was a swordsman. He had on a black muscle shirt that showed off his well built muscles. He also wore loose dark grey pants that were thin and straight. A belt of the same material was tied around his waist to hold up the loose pants. Pan squinted to try and see his face, but was to no avail. Her eyes shot towards her father when his voice boomed through the house.
"Keep her out of this, Victor. She had nothing do with this," said Gohan angrily. Why were they including his daughter in this? Gohan's heart thumped faster as he began to worry about his daughter's life. Pan was now wide awake. She thought she knew what was going on. These men were not here for peace.
"What is going on, Dad? Tell me please!" Pan cried out in desperation. She breathed heavily and felt fear grip her body. She felt something terrible was going to happen. She couldn't explain why.
"Pan you have to go now. I'll take care of them," Gohan replied. He didn't want his daughter to know about his past. He wanted her to be safe and live. He couldn't bear to have her die. She was his only life, and if he was going to go to the other world he will damn well go alone.
"But Dad," Pan began to protest. She couldn't just leave her father here with these men. She knew he was a great warrior, but something told her to stay. She could feel something terrible spilling from the man with the hood.
"No buts, Pan. Go!" Gohan yelled impatiently. Leave, Pan, please, Gohan pleaded in his mind. Pan stared at him and then nodded and ran upstairs.
Her heart started to beat faster and faster and her mind raced with questions she knew wouldn't be answered. She grabbed her mysterious sword and then thought about the events that were passing by. I can take them on, can't I, Pan thought. Yeah, I'm skilled enough to take them on. My father taught me well. She finished her thoughts with a nod and was about to bolt downstairs when she heard the clashing of metal swords. Shit, Pan exclaimed in her mind, the battle has already started! I must hurry! She slipped into her skintight purple pants with black boots, and her turquoise skintight top. When she finished dressing almost falling in the act, she heard an anguished cry of pain. She felt like her heart stopped as she gasped. Her father had to have won! No one was greater than him. She grabbed her sword again and gripped it hard, her knuckles turning white.
She ran down the hallway and down the stairs, her jet black hair waving behind her. She gleefully said, "Dad you won!" But when she arrived on the last step she froze as she looked at the horrible scene of death. The tall muscular man had unsheathed his sword and was standing over her father. He turned to look at her, but she didn't look at him. Her mouth gaped as she couldn't believe what she was witnessing. "No. No it can't be. Daddy," Pan screamed and then whispered the last sentence. She dropped to her knees with hot tears flowing down her face as she stared at her father's lifeless brown eyes. Her eyes took in the image of her father lying across the floor in a puddle of blood.
Pan's mind started to bang her with questions and doubts, but she only concentrated on one thing, her father told her to run. She got up slowly looking down at her father as crystal tears flowed down her face. She gripped her sword then ran. The tall muscular man just stood there shocked. Why didn't he kill her? The other man interrupted his thoughts, "Sir. Should I call the guards to go get her?"
"No," said the tall man gruffly, "I'll find her myself." He took off his hood and revealed his face. His tan face consisted of a full mouth and sharp pointed nose. He had thick lilac eyebrows and blue piercing eyes, but his eyes had a purple mysterious glint. He was a very handsome young man. His short lavender hair was silky and thin and its bangs caressed his lilac brow. His face was not marked with age and showed that he nineteen years old and was a very skilled swordsman. His harsh life molded him into a strong warrior.
He sheathed his sword and smirked. Now his plan was going to begin. He knew that he was going to change her life forever and it felt great knowing that he had the power to do so. It was going to be a new beginning for her and she won't even realize it.
"Let's go," he said and walked past the short man. His cloak swayed behind him as they both strode outside. "Set it on fire. I don't want this house to exist anymore." He watched his men set the small house in flames. He smiled sadistically as he saw the flames eating at her old memories. Don't worry, my dear girl, I will make new memories for you, he thought.
