Broken Promises for Broken Hearts
Rated T
Summary: Sequel to If I Had a Heart Two years of peace have come and gone. Of course, it was something that simply couldn't last. A new evil has come, and it involves each and every person on the planet.
Notes: Be sure to have read the first one before attempting the second.
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It seemed that whatever was hinding in the darkness had a very good reason for doing so—it was hideous. A creature, courched down, ready to leap, was before Pan. It's skin was peeling odd, revealing dark, reptilian like patches. It was like a snake sheading its outer layers—and it had fangs and all. As it realized that Pan had seen it, the being sprang up at her, tackling her to the ground.
"Get—off—of—me," she demanded through gritted teeth. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the creature. It was just as strong as she. "Dad! Help!"
Though he wanted to help, Gohan couldn't see anything. He stumbled around, looking for his daughter's energy. That was useless though, because the blackness seemed to hide everything, dulling his senses. Recalling how his daughter had momentarily pushed the darkness back with her energy, Gohan quickly jumped to his Super Sayjin form. Gold light illuminated enough of the room for him to see the fangs of the beast sink into Pan's arm. As the darkness started to over power his lightsource once more, he dived onto the creature, pushing it off of the quarter-sayjin. It growled, but decided against attacking. Instead, it pulled all of the shadows towards itself, creating a vortex. While Gohan tried to stop it, it was too late. The creature disappeared into the vortext. Soon, normal sunlight filled the room. "That was strange. . ." the half-sayjin muttered and turned around, facing Pan. "Are you okay?"
Pan was trying to desperately sit up, but she was struggling. "Damn, that thing bit clean through!" She held her bleeding arm, trying to get it to stop. However, it did not.
"Don't swear!" Gohan scolded, "come on, we'll get you cleaned up downstairs." He scooped up his little girl, who wasn't so little anymore, and carried her out of her room. Videl was coming up the steps, just as he reached the staircase. She must have decided it was safe, since everything seemed to have returned to normal.
"What happened?" She asked, a look of horror on her face.
"Just a scratch mom, I've had worse," Pan said and rolled her eyes, "I'll be fine."
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"I got here as soon as I could," Bulma said, trying to catch her breath. "Trunks brought me over, since there was no way the traffic was going to lighten up. Apparently, there's a bit of chaos in the city too." As she spoke, Bulma clicked open a capsule. A pop up table with all of her equipment appeared a few feet away from Pan, who was laying on her couch, unconscious. The entire Son family stood in the room, wondering what was going on with their beloved daughter/granddaughter/neice. "I need you to tell me everything that's happened to here since whenever you can remember."
"We haven't seen her all day," Gohan answered, "she got up, went to school, and presumably out with her friends. She came home for dinner, but there was this strange. . . thing in her room. It came into the house, looking like Pan, but then once the actual Pan came home, we went to investigate. It changed into this. . . creature. It tackled her, but Pan couldn't throw it off. By the time I could figure out where she was, that thing bit her. I threw it off and it just disappeared."
"Disappeared?" Goten asked, "what's that mean? Like poof, gone?" He was extremely upset about the condition of his neice, and it showed.
"No, like poof, into-a-porthole-thing-of-darkness. It all disappeared—it was like a black hole sucking up the creature and all of the darkness. The dark slipped my mind, sorry," the eldest half-sayjin apologized, "there was an unnatural darkness. It covered everything. It wouldn't allow us to use our energy, and it's why I couldn't find Pan to help her." Though he was trying to keep his cool, it was very obvious that Gohan was stressed out and worried about his only daughter.
"Darkness?" A previously silent Trunks muttered, crossing his arms as he leaned against one of the walls in the living room. Right before all of this had happened to his friends, he had also had a strange experience with unusual darkness.
"Yes, darkness," Videl responded, her head in her hands.
"Trunks, what are you thinking? That the darkness you encountered when time supposedly stopped is related to this attack?" Goku asked, being completely serious. The lavender haired boy could only blink at him. He realized how incredibly stupid the whole event sounded, causing him to fall quiet once more.
"What's he talking about?" Gohan quickly asked, "did you have a run in with one of those things too?" Trunks only shook his head. He almost felt quilty. He came out unhurt, and Pan looked as though she was a corpse. And it was all possibly just because he was wearing Arianna's necklace. "But you came across darkness that shouldn't have been where ever it was?" Gohan continued to persist with the questions.
"Yes. . . it didn't last long though."
"How did you make it go away? What did you do/" Gohan asked, taking a step forward.
"I—I didn't do anything. It went away on its own," Trunks lied, taking a step back. He looked at Goku, since his father wasn't there, and since they were the only other two who knew about his experience. They both knew that it was a bit of devine power that had happened to disapate the darkness. It seemed that Goku agreed that it would do no good to tell the others. They may want Arianna to come back and do something to help, but with her, that could lead to trouble again.
A few hours later, almost everyone started to depart for Capsule Corp. Bulma had managed to stabilize Pan, who needed to be carried on a capsule stretcher and in a hover car. She would also need nonstop treatment until she awoke—which she had yet to show any signs of doing. Goku and Chichi were the only two who decided to stay, but they were going to house sit for Gohan and Videl while they were with their daughter. Even Goten, who previously refused to speak with Trunks, was heading over with his brother and best friend.
"Do you remember," Goten said as he entered into the game of Halo Wars, "do you remember playing Halo that one time when Hanna was here?" Trunks stiffened up for a moment before answering.
"Yeah, I do."
"She was so hot. I wish she'd come back sometime. I'd love to have a go at her," Goten said, nonchalantly.
"I—I don't want to talk about her," the elder of the two said, uncomfortable with goten's topic of choice.
"You know Trunks, I was wondering," the dark haired boy commented, "what sort of stuff do you remember from your old life? The one where you used to be with her?"
"I said I don't want to talk about her!" Trunks snapped, a sudden burst of anger blinding him, causing him to break the controller in his hand, "damnit!" As he jumped up and started looking for a replacement, Goten didn't even look at him. "What did I do this time? I'm sorry for freaking out, okay? I just don't want to talk about her."
"Why does everything good happen to you? Why can't anything bad every happen to you?"
"What. . .?" Trunks asked, confused and a bit hurt, "great, so now my best friend is wishing misfortune on me. Thanks Goten, thanks. I'm going for a walk." Giving up his search for an X-Box controller, he stomped towards his door. "You want to know what I remember? A lifetime of pain, that's what." With that, he slammed his door shut, heading towards the stairs to leave.
He couldn't believe it—he just couldn't. Sure, Goten and he had been having a few issues lately, but Trunks had no idea that it was basically jealousy causing the problems. What did he have to be jealous of? Trunks had more money, okay, but Trunks also had a father who could never be, well fatherly. He had new found powers, new meaning two years old, but he hadn't managed to have a single good night's sleep since then. What else? He wasn't really much more popular, even though that was a stupid thought, since they had been out of high school for ages. "I'm definitely more intelligent than that idiot. . ."
As he walked, he found himself heading into a park. Trunks was surprised to find he wasn't the only one there. "Hey! Kid! It's late! You should be home!" The kid was on his hands and knees, breathing heavily. "Hey, are you okay?" Trunks reached down, causing the kid to jump.
"No! No, I'm not okay! This. . . thing chased me here! I was almost home and it was at my doorstep! Ready to go in! It looked like me! It chased me here and turned into a black monster! It's over there, in the Penguin Tunnel!" The kid pointed towards a giant pink penguin: it was a slide with a tunnel underneath. It was also now glowing black.
"Stay behind me kid. If it comes out, run, and whatever you do, do not let it bite you!" Trunks said and took a step towards the slide and tunnel.
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