Tattered Remains Renewed
Chapter: 1
Krysis

Pan stood on the ledge of a cliff; her view was that of West Side City or what was left of it. Her long raven locks flickered into the unyielding winds as her onyx orbs scanned the abyss of her homeland, and the devastation of the people's deaths. They had little warning of there coming, it was so little that the alarms never had time to give off a shrilling cry, the world was in runes due to the preparations of a buyer who ordered the purge mission.

Pan stood there, in her training GI's her grandfather had given to her, the same grandfather that was placed in a early tomb. Although he had not been killed from thee envision, he had been dead for sometime now do to an advanced heart disease. If only he was hear now, someone to comfort her sorrows and protect her for what was yet to come.

She stood there in a perfect stature. Her back was striate, with her fist clenched close to her sides as fury tears began to spew from her eyes, in the form of tears. Her heart ached, and her mind buzzed with the fury of anger.

"Seems to be there is a survivor, is their not?"

The voice was deep, and void without emotion. That very voice felt like nails to a chalkboard down her spine as a trail of shivers lay in its wake. She hesitated for a brief moment before she began to turn. Her lips pursed into a distasteful manner as she stood her grounds. As she turned her raven locks flushed back behind her, as her gaze seemed filled with fire.

"It all depends what you mean by survivor, after all I have lived, that much is true. In a sense I have cheated death, but I have not survived the devastation of my people, my friends, and my family. I have lost much, and gained very little."

The man stood on a cliff just above her his face none amused, as he flicked an inch or so from the ground as he began to levitated his descend to her, his sapphire eyes were ablaze with flames themselves, his eyes never leaving her own. His feet touched to the rich soft soil as his energy power seemed to swish it up words all around him as a few sand pieces flushed into her face.

She had turned her head just in time to miss some of the particles from flushing into her tanned flesh as she quickly turned her gaze back to his her fist still clenched tightly to her side. She was prepared for anything at this moment. He was a killer, her family's blood lay in his hands, and even if he was not the man who had done it directly he was the one who ordered it.

"Son-Pan, is it not?"

She frowned as he pushed away what she had just told him a moment ago, savoring death to maybe hope to see her family in an after life. She stood tall, at the name of Pan. She made her attempts to look proud and not give into his unyielding gaze that was meant only to belittle her. "I do no understand what you mean by Son, but yes my name is Pan Satan, daughter of Videl."

"Yes the woman who has been held captive for the time being."

A gloved hand raised to his chin as he scanned Pan with his eyes, she felt as if she was an animal, nothing more, nothing less. As if he was trying to find flaws in her. She followed his gaze as she felt her lips twitching in anger.

"I challenge you."

His eyes shot up quickly, a smirk to his lips as his sapphire eyes flickered with amusement. He crossed his hands over his broad muscular chest as he tilted his head to the side in question. His lavender hair trailing close behind as it flopped backs with him when he pulled it back upright.

"To what?"

"A death match, revenge on my family?"

"Your mother never did tell you, did she?"

"Tell me what!?"

"You were adopted by Videl's late husband he was never your biological father Son-Pan-Chan clan of Bardock."

"What are you talking about!?"

She was growing impatient as this man began to tell her lies, she felt her fist clutching harder if that was even possible as she allowed her ki to rise with her. Her light blue aura seemed to take a life on it's own as it sparkled like lightning.

"Simple, your mother is a simple whore. You are but a bastard without a father, more or less a father who disowned you."

"What are you talking about, you're making no sense. My father is dead, he lay in tattered remains due to your hands, and your bloody race of killers."

The man lifted his finger to her pointing to her in pure hatred at the insult as his eyes seemed to flash green for a quick moment before he began to settle himself down he ran a shaking hand through his long lavender locks as he gazed back up at her.

"How dare you insult the Sayian race, for you are 1/3 of what you hate so much. Allow me to explain to you the true story. Your father had left this world, after his beloved father died a grate hero that my father shall only know as his true equal. Gohan has always had the choice to rejoin the Sayian kind at any moment without question. Gohan's blood was half Sayian due to Kakarott breeding with a human, thus having a hybrid. Your grandfather Kakarott as you have known only as Goku was a full blooded killer as you so nicely put it. He held this world together very well; the people of this planet lay clueless to are true plans. Gohan your true father took on a mate much like your grandfather had done with a human, it was only tell he learned that my father wished for him to take the side of an Elite force to help defend his home planet that he left, all intentions of coming back home, when he did return three years latter, he found you his daughter in the arms of stranger, a man that you called father. Betrayed by the one he loved he swore revenge, not on the planet but with his mate and the man who took his place."

Pan's power fell to practically nothing, she lay there clueless and without words to defend a dead mans body she had called father. She new no difference in fact may people had told her how much she and her supposed father looked alike. She was shocked and devastated as she felt the wind begin to die and her waist long raven hair fall neatly to its place as she looked up at the killer, or whom she thought a killer.

"Is this Saiyan you call Gohan, my father alive?"

The lavender haired man glanced at her with a distasteful look, as she looked at her a tad bit longer before he replied his answer. Yet again his voice was void without emotion, it was deep and laced with an odd accent she couldn't place she dare not move from her place on the cliff.

"My mentor is alive, in fact he wishes to see you."

Pan bit her lower lip, her mind quivering with unknown fear as she glanced at him now. Fully relaxing into ease as her stance fell her hands unclenched as she extended a brow to him. She spoke softly afraid she may offend this man, into anger once again. Her anger long dead as she lay confused.

"Mentor?"

"Yes, allow introducing myself Son-Pan I am Prince Trunks. Your father is my personal trainer. In a way or so I look up to your father as a brother. But think twice if you think you will get the same respect I give to him to you."

"Take me to him."

He turned on heel as he levitated up her glanced back to her once as he grunted in annoyance he shot out like a firework sprawling into the sky as he left with grate speed, he smirked knowing she would struggle trying to keep at pace. She did though much to his shock manage to keep a good distance between the two but enough to see where he was heading.

"Were heading to the Saiyan Base."

He had called back behind his shoulder knowing she would be able to hear, as he turned his gaze back to the large white dome that lay ahead busy with flying robots, and faculties that seemed to bristle with work.