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Chapter 4: The Sword

"What do you mean I am that girl? What the hell are you talking about!" yelled Pan. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and her mouth was pulled down into a frown. Her hands were on her hips and she bent one leg and the other stood straight. This guy was standing there staring at her for God knew how long and then he said, 'You're that girl'? It didn't make sense.

Trunks kept staring at her and then noticed the legendary sword in her grasp. His eyes changed from bright blue to dark blue with a purple hue. The sword was right there. He could just grasp it. This sword was the sword anyone would die for. Its power was unlimited and had the ability to control the universe. Yet she doesn't know that, thought Trunks. "Where did you get that sword, little girl?" asked Trunks with a smirk on his face. He knew that would set her off.

"Why you…" Pan said her cheeks reddening, "how dare you call me a little girl!" She raised her sword and she got ready in a fighting position. Her sword was laid out in front of her, the blade pointing at Trunks. Her eyes were burning with anger and her lips were pursed.

"What? You think you can fight me?" Trunks said arrogantly. He chuckled and continued, "Well, I'll give you this; you're a brave little one indeed." His eyes danced with amusement and his lips were pulled into a grin. His eyes began to get less of a purple hue. Pan gritted her teeth. She wanted to just kill this idiot right now. She then let her anger slide and rationality began to take its place. He said something about her sword. She lifted her sword and then let the end of the red shaft stand on the ground and the blade pointed towards the ceiling. She straightened her stance and looked at Trunks with a curious countenance.

"What did you ask about my sword?" Pan finally asked. She was intrigued by this man. She didn't know why, but he had some aura around him that made her want to find more about him. He seemed so mysterious.

He looked at her with cold hard eyes. He crossed his arms and said with an emotionless cold voice, "I said where did you get it? Did you not hear me right?"

Pan snorted. This man was so rude! She pursed her pink lips and glared at him icily. She said angrily, "Well, sorry! I got it from my father for my birthday, it was my mother's. Why do you want to know?"

"Well, you might not know this, little girl," Trunks began and Pan narrowed her eyes even more, but he continued unfazed, "but that sword you're holding is legendary. Lots of people will want to get it. So will I." Trunks looked at her with a confident countenance. Pan looked at Trunks with disbelief.

"How is it legendary? And how did my mother get it then?" Pan asked with doubt.

Trunks looked at her for a while as if he was thinking of how to explain. He began to explain the story, "Well, long ago there was a man who wanted to put his heart and soul into that blade. He wanted to make a sword that had power, magic, and good into it. Yet he didn't know that who ever posses it will use it either for good or evil. He made that sword and he put so much effort into it that he was obsessed with it. He didn't want anyone to touch it. Yet when an army of the evil king wanted to steal it away he didn't let them.

"The sword, of course, was the most powerful in the universe or it was said to be. The evil king stole and he used its magic against his people, and he decided to rule the world. Many people were against this, but they said nothing for fear of their lives. Though some were very brave and would stand up to the kings only to have lost their lives in vain. Then one day a knight had had enough of this killing and went to the evil king's castle and fought him. When they were battling, the knight knocked the sword out of the evil king's grasp and the knight himself grabbed it. He felt the power and knew what he must do. He killed the evil king with his own sword. And I guess that was one of your ancestors, the knight I mean."

Pan looked at him, her eyes clouded and her face confused. "You seriously believe that this sword has enough power to control the world? And that my 'ancestors'," she said mockingly, "won the sword by an evil king. It sounds like a fairytale. I'm sorry, but you are a total stranger and how the hell am I supposed to believe that?" Trunks looked at her speechless. She really didn't believe him. How was he supposed to convince her? He really wasn't lying about this.

"You just have to trust me," he said uneasily. This was not going to be easy. After all, he killed her father. Though she doesn't know that, it was part of his plan to tell her. He felt the burning need to groan, but held it back.

Pan lifted an eyebrow. "Oh come one. Look I have no idea who you are so get out of my house."

Trunks sighed. "Well, it doesn't matter whether you believe me or not. I want that sword and you will give it to me or you will be dead."

Pan looked at him angrily. Who the hell was this mad man? Great now he is going to try and kill me for some stupid fairytale, Pan thought. "Why do you want the sword anyway?"

Trunks looked at her surprised. He just told about the power of this sword, and yet she doesn't know why he wanted it. "So I can gain power of course. Killing people is my pleasure, and it would make my job easier," he said with ease. Pan looked at him shocked. Her mouth was open and her eyes were ablaze. Her heart started pounding. Did this man have something to do with her father's death? Tears welled up in her eyes, but she kept them from escaping. She will not cry in front of this murdering bastard!

"I loath people like you. I wish every one of you assassins were dead! I will take care of at least one! For my father and for me," she said between her teeth. Her grip on the legendary sword tightened. Her face was in between rage and sorrow. She continued, her voice filled with so much venom to the point of almost cracking, "You will not get this sword. You will not even touch this sword. If you so much put a hand on it, you will see your hand no more."

Trunks laughed. He looked at her with a smirk on his face and his eyes glimmered mischievously. He said, "Well, if you wanted a battle then just say so. I don't want to ruin my beautiful cabin so let's take this far away from the cabin and I will eliminate you."

Pan snorted and lifted her head and looked down at him even though he was a head taller. She said in a low voice, "Then let's go."

Trunks opened the door and walked ahead of Pan, and Pan followed him with her fist by her side and her other hand gripping the sword tightly. Pan's heart pounded so loudly that she thought the man in front of her could hear it. She has never fought anyone before, and this was her first real battle for life or death. She took a deep breath. Trunks halted in front of her and she stopped as well. The place they stopped in had no trees and was flat with green grass filling the spaces. It was a perfect battle spot if the fighter didn't want any disturbances on the field for example, tall trees.

Trunks turned around to look at her and walk away from her backwards. He looked at her with amusement in his blue yet purple hued eyes. She looked back at him with fire burning in her brown shining orbs. They both went into their stances. Pan had her sword pointing at Trunks, the shaft right by her head. Trunks took his sword out of its black sheath on his back and crouched down with one hand on the tip of this sword and the other holding its handle. His sword was unique and special. Its blade was not made out of metal. It seemed to be made out of the same material as Pan's, but instead of being a translucent turquoise it had bright blue water inside. Its bubbles would run along the insides of the blade. Its handle was silver and had a unique design. A sapphire was placed at the bottom of the handle and then two small dragon/serpent-like figures split out of the handle and then its heads were connected in the sword. The two figures on each side left a space for Trunks to put his hand in.

They looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity. A cool breeze swept the floor and caressed the two warriors. Trunks's hair floated in the wind and Pan's braid was moved by its gentle touch. Clouds smothered the blue sky and blinded the sun. The air was crisp and cool.

Pan's breathing quickened and her heart hammered against her chest. She looked at the man in front of her and it annoyed her that he was so calm. Pan furrowed her brow and finally flew at him. She tried to strike him, but was blocked by his sword. They both jumped back as though they had stepped in a fire. Then they both struck at each other again, each blocking the other's attacks. Pan got tired of not even getting close to hitting Trunks and decided to do a magic attack. Pan backed up and then yelled, "Burning Soul!"

The mystical words on the sword started to glow bright green on the bright red gleaming rod. At the end of the diaphanous turquoise blade was a glass ball with flames swirling and thrashing around inside it. The glass ball went soaring towards Trunks, but he saw this coming and he jumped out of the way and right when he landed, the glass ball of fire explode. The force of the explosion sent him flying on the ground face up. Pan jumped up and twirled her sword above her head in the air and then pointed it down so that the blade would pierce into Trunks's heart. Trunks's lilac eyebrows shot up in surprise and quickly rolled out of the way. Pan missed her target and hit the bare ground, the force of the sword cracking it. She picked up her sword that was planted into the grass covered ground and was back in her fighting position.

Trunks got back up and into his fighting position also and they both looked at each other hard. Trunks eased up and was about to say something, but Pan saw this as an opportunity to get him off his guard. She disappeared and then reappeared in front of Trunks. Trunks's eyes widened in surprise and Pan slashed her sword at him, but he jumped back. Pan landed and so did Trunks. Trunks held his side and then removed his large hand to look at the result. Blood stained his hand and then he wiped it against his clothes. He stayed in fighting position not wanting to be caught off guard once more. "You're good. You know, I could train you. I think you would become a great killer and we could become partners. How 'bout it?" asked Trunks slyly, his eyes looking seductively at her.

She felt disgusted as if a snake was slithering up her leg. She gritted her pearly white teeth and growled at him. "Never!" yelled Pan. Her eyes shot daggers at the man in front of her. She wanted to kill him with so much need that it hurt. How could men like this live? They have no soul, Pan thought with venom.

Trunks looked at her puzzled as if not expecting that answer and then look displeased as he frowned and then said, "So be it. You will die then." Trunks stretched out his hand in front of him and then a ball of fire started to form, different from Pan's. The fire was in its pure form but it was contained in a ball the size of Pan's tiny hands. He looked at her emotionlessly, his eyes icy, and let go of the fire ball. The fire ball went zooming at Pan and she brought up her sword in front of her and blocked it. When the fire ball finally hit the shaft of the sword, the fire split apart almost engulfing Pan. Pan's legs slid back as the force of the fire ball pushed her. Pan regained her posture as all of the fire had gone by.

She looked up at Trunks and met his cold eyes. A shiver ran up and down her spine. This made her frown. She wasn't afraid of him was she? The thought made her even more furious. She screamed as the fury built inside her was too much to keep it bottled up inside. She ran at him and slashed him left and right, but Trunks blocked them all. She gave one final blow and cut Trunks on the arm. Blood spewed from the limb and the cold handsome man winced. He jumped far back and held his arm with his sword still in his grasp. Trunks looked up from his wound and looked at her with rage. His eyes turned a deep purple, but quickly turned blue. He chuckled and then yelled, "Very good, but I am even better!"

He flew at Pan to strike her, but Pan blocked it. She tried to slash at him, but was also blocked. Then they both clashed, their sword barring up against one another. Pan brought her head back and head-butted him. Trunks took two steps back and then Pan brought up her knee up and kneed Trunks in the stomach. The air rushed from Trunks's lungs and was left gasping for air. He bent over hugging his stomach trying to get his breath back. Pan then brought her sword up and with the end of the rod she pounded him on the neck with it golden end. He fell on the ground and Pan stepped on his hand and the he let go of the sword as pain jolted up his arm. Pan kicked his beautiful yet deadly sword away and kicked him in the stomach again. Trunks rolled over in pain. Pan then stepped on his stomach and looked down at him holding her sword next her. She wanted to get as much information out of this guy as she can. Maybe he knew who killed her father. After all he was an assassin. Trunks winced from the pain. "Look who's better now," Pan said mockingly. She then looked at him with her serious face and her hard eyes. She continued, "Why do you want to kill me?"

Trunks started laughing and Pan looked at him baffled. He started saying in between his laughs, "You are the daughter of Gohan, no?" Pan looked at him surprised. "He was killed," Trunks laughed again. "He was slaughtered like a pig. I killed him!" Trunks blurted out and then started laughing again. Pan looked at him speechless. Her heart ached and tears welled up in her eyes. This was the man who had killed her father. Rage ran through her veins and fury built up in her heart.

"You bastard!" Pan screamed at him. She brought her leg up and stomped on him. Trunks wheezed and Pan kept on kicking him and stomping on him. She finally came to her senses and knew she had to end this. She brought her sword up and looked down at Trunks. His face was contorted from the pain and his breaths were staggered as she was sure she had broken a rib or two. She brought her sword down to kill him. Trunks stared at her, his breaths slower and his lungs battling for air. He stared at the blade that was coming down into his face. The blade suddenly halted, an inch from his nose. He looked up at Pan and saw crystal tears flowing down her face.

Trunks looked at her, surveying her. It was dusk and the sun set splashes of hot pink, orange, yellow, and navy blue. Her face was clear and pale as the tears flowed down her face. Trunks's eyes softened and they turned into a bright blue. So beautiful, he thought. His eyes went dark again and hard as they showed disgust in himself. He didn't need stupid emotions to get in the way of his plan. It was all going so very smoothly. She didn't have the heart to kill him. A heart pure of gold, Trunks thought amusingly.

He looked up and Pan looked down. His icy royal blue eyes met her warm chocolate brown ones. Kill him! Kill him! Pan's mind screamed at her. I…I can't, Pan thought. She couldn't kill a man. She couldn't be as low as this scum who had killed her father. What should she do now? She blurted out the first thing that came into her mind, "Why did you kill him? He didn't do anything to you! Why did you kill him!" More tears escaped from her eyes and gently tickled her face as their wet body slid down her smooth cheeks.

"Why?" Trunks asked rhetorically. He laughed and continued without giving Pan the time to even answer, "Because I had to, so I can live. Your father, believe it or not, was an assassin, but as soon as he met Videl, he quit it all together. His boss wanted me to kill him for quitting and betrayal. So I did. I was quite shocked that you held the legendary sword so you escaped. That's why I didn't kill you then. Then, Gohan's boss wanted me to kill you or bring you to him and you're worth a lot of money." His emotionless face stared at Pan's face full of emotion. Her eyes spilled tears of rage and her mouth was pursed and her brow was knitted in fury.

"You cold-hearted monster! Why… How…Why do you have to be this way?" stammered Pan as her emotion finally began taking over her. Trunks slid out from under foot as the push from her leg eased. She looked up at him surprised not knowing what to do. Trunks looked at her emotionlessly as he saw the woman in front of him weep.

"I am this way because this is how I turned out to be," he said coldly. "I have a much different past than yours. My past has made me into what I am now. Nothing can change me." He wanted to smirk so badly, but he held it back. This was all too easy. Pan looked at him eagerly.

"But you can change. You can, really!" she blurted out. Why did she think he can change? My father changed into an honorable man and father, but why the hell do I think this guy can change, Pan questioned herself. She wanted to take those words back as she realized that she sounded like a fool.

"No. I am sorry," Trunks said his voice betraying the apology, "I will still fight. And you better fight, too for they are coming." This was all too easy!

"Who is coming?" Pan asked curiously.

"You will see soon enough. Train as hard as possible. I will be back in a few years to see you. Be prepared," Trunks said as he picked up his sword and ran into the forest and out of site. He just ran? Did she just let the man who had killed her father go? She'll get him when he comes back. She was actually glad to have let him go. She will become stronger and so will he. It would be a great battle and she would have something to live for.

Her thought wondered on other things. The assassin said that someone was coming. Who? Why? Her mind bombarded her with questions she didn't know the answer to. It was confusing indeed. Her mind pondered on the assassin. He was so eccentric. His mood and his eyes were strange, and the aura around him felt so ominous.

She wiped her tears feeling ashamed to have cried in front of him. She walked back to her cabin with her head down and her muscles tired. The training would go on and she would eventually avenge her father. No emotion would take her over again.

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