Drum Roll Please!
And here it is folks! Chapter one has been posted! Please read, enjoy, and review!
Chapter 1- Return of the Dead
Pan sat on the roof of Capsule Corp, tears flowing freely down her face. It seemed as if all she had been doing for the past five months was cry. After Trunks's death, nothing seemed right. All happiness had been sucked out of her life, only to be replaced with bitterness and sorrow. She had allowed herself a twinge of hope after Bra had come to her four months previously with her Dragonball idea.
Had it really been four months? It felt like so much longer. It hadn't taken long for them to collect the Dragonballs. They were two emotional, hormonal, pregnant Sayians with dead mates. If that wasn't motivation enough, she didn't know what was. Only a months' time found the Sons and the Briefs who were left congregated around the Dragonballs, waiting for Bulma to summon Shenlong.
-FLASHBACK-
"Shenlong! I summon you to grant our wishes!" Bulma's voice stayed strong though she felt ready to collapse.
With a burst of light like a lightning bolt, Shenlong appeared before them, "state your first wish."
Bulma cleared her throat, "I wish that all those who died at the hands of Kamisama to be resurrected." Shenlong's eyes glowed red, signaling the fulfillment of the wish.
"State your second wish." Shenlong demanded.
Bra was in a panic "but where are they?"
"Their lives have been restored, however they remain far from here."
"I wish for them to be transported here!" Videl screamed, desperate for her husband.
"That wish remains to vague to fulfill" Shenlong informed them.
"I wish my husband was here!" Videl and Bra yelled in unison. At once, Shenlong's eyes glowed red, the second wish granted.
As the Dragonballs rose up into the air and shot off in different directions, Goten and Gohan appeared before the small group. Their mates ran to them instantly, however Pan fell to her knees, nausea crashing over her. Chichi ran to her instantly, but no one else had noticed: Trunks was not there.
-END FLASHBACK-
Pan pulled her knees to her chest; thinking of that day was painful enough. But why had Trunks not returned yet? Was he lost in the vast universe? It seemed like the pain never ended. She couldn't remember what happiness felt like. All contentment had been erased from her life.
All of a sudden, a burst of white-hot heat shot up and down Pan's spine. The pain was enormous. It consumed her entire being.
She screamed with the intensity of it, keeling over and writhing.
"TRUNKS! TRUNKS! THE BABY! THE BABY, TRUNKS! THE BABY!" This agonizing chant continued to fall from her lips. At times it was as a murmur, at others a blood-curdling shriek.
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Goten and Bra lounged in the nursery, cooing at their baby boy and showering the young prince with attention and love. In the three and a half months of Gogeta's existence, he had grown hair exactly like Goku's. The little boy resembled his father's father much more than his mother's father, much to Vegeta's discontent.
Vegeta had taken to pacing when he wasn't training, muttering about 'Kakarot's obnoxious hair and obvious inferiority' and how 'Pan's brat better look like him or else..'
Bulma found it increasingly funny with each new insult, but at the mention of Pan's name brought her attentions back to the fact that her son had not yet returned home. What was taking him so long? Why had he not returned yet? Was he okay? How much longer would her family be broken?
These and more questions taunted her day after day, and this was what was on her mind when she heard Pan's screams of, "TRUNKS! TRUNKS! THE BABY! THE BABY, TRUNKS! THE BABY!"
Bulma ran outside as fast as her legs could carry her. She was met with a sickening crunch, signaling that Pan had fallen off the roof in her state. Running to the fallen girl's side, she heard the gravity machine disengaging, then Vegeta's hurried footsteps towards his wife.
Goten and Bra weren't far behind, Bra with a screaming Gogeta in her arms. They were all met with the same sight. Pan was writhing on the ground, unconscious. Her eyes were shut but her cries continued, "TRUNKS! TRUNKS! THE BABY! THE BABY, TRUNKS! THE BABY!" Her thrashing made it impossible for any of them to approach her.
Bulma pulled herself together and started barking out orders.
"Bra, get the tranquilizer shot on the work bench in the medical wing, Vegeta, Goten, pin Pan down and hold her still, Goten, give the baby to me."
They rushed to obey orders, Bra sprinting inside, and Goten handing Gogeta to Bulma. In the few minutes of stillness, Pan's cries continued,
"TRUNKS! TRUNKS! THE BABY! THE BABY, TRUNKS! THE BABY!"
Soon, Bra rushed back outside, needle in hand. She took her son from her mother and handed her the shot. Bulma hastened to complete the job, Pan quieting and stilling almost immediately.
However the ghostly echoes of her cries remained. As Bulma had Vegeta rush Pan into the infirmary, they all could still hear her voice:
"TRUNKS! TRUNKS! THE BABY! THE BABY, TRUNKS! THE BABY!"
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Gohan and Videl were living for nothing but each other. Although their daughter's grief consumed them everyday, being ripped apart as such had been an awful experience all on its own. They were mates after all. After Gohan's resurrection they had done nothing but been with each other.
They knew their daughter had her ways of dealing with things, and from experience knew that she was better left alone to deal in her own way. They knew if it continued for too long the bond between Trunks and Pan would begin to break, causing both parties a great deal of pain. However the facts remained. Trunks was alive and somewhere in the universe, but he needed to find his way home to her. It was not healthy for them to be away from each other. Their bond was of royal status, making it stronger than any other bond and therefore harder to break.
The phone began to ring. At first Videl and Gohan just looked at it. It felt like a bad omen, a feeling of being deuced in cold water. Shakily, Videl answered on the fourth ring.
"Hello?"
"Videl, you have to come quick," Bulma's voice sounded rushed and urgent, "It's Pan."
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A shaded figure sat on the floor of a dark room. No light reached this man; no light could reach this man. A woman stood by him, studying him. His tense shoulders, his large hands that covered his unusual hair. He was a fighter, but she would soon overpower him. However she knew that true control resided in the one that must be eliminated.
She turned to her guards "He must be mine. Set a course for earth." And with that she left. Her guards looked at the man one last time before retreating to follow answers.
But the man did not hear him. He COULD NOT hear them. His mind was loud with thoughts, thoughts that did not belong to him. The most prominent of all he could hear rang in his ears as though the owner of the voice were screaming into his ear.
"TRUNKS! TRUNKS! THE BABY! THE BABY, TRUNKS! THE BABY!"
Well, that is all for chapter one!
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