Chapter 11

A/N: Thankyou for reviewing. Enjoy the story, I hope you like it! I think this chapter will have decent length as well. – funkypunk

The ambulance arrived at the scene only fifteen minutes after it had happened. There were police everywhere and a fire truck at the scene already, they knew who ever was inside must be important as the sporty car had the Capsule corp logo branded on both sides, the car began to catch fire. The tree the passenger had hit was just a mere fruit tree but it had fallen onto the roof of the car, leaving the passenger trapped inside. It was a desperate situation to say the least and time was running out. She wasn't young, though she had youthful skin, her blue and green hair was matted and her head hung low, resting on what was left of the dash board. She didn't move and the emergency doctors from the ambulance couldn't tell if she was having trouble breathing or if she was breathing at all. A younger male doctor, Dr Maddison reached inside the car, grasping onto one of the passenger's arms and tried to feel for a pulse.

"We have to get her out now, she has a few lacerations across her chest and I'm sure she must have quite a bit of internal damage. I think we'll have to cut away at the car…." Dr Maddison stuttered, it was obvious to him who the passenger was yet he couldn't quite believe it. She was Satan City's icon, she had donated so much to the Satan City General Hospital, and she even presented the opening of Major Children's Hospital which was built only a few years ago. She had contributed more to science than past generations of her family.

"Do you think we can 'i.d' her?" One of the police officers piped up, scratching his head in frustration.

"No need, this here is Mrs Bulma Briefs-Vegeta, the head of Capsule Corporation" Dr Maddison replied. He stood back and let the fireman do their work, cutting away at the car to release Bulma. Her body was motionless, the young doctor hoped that she was merely unconscious and not out on the count for good. He hoped he would be able to revive her; it would be more than a great loss to lose such a woman of her stature. The driver's door was cut off and a small part of the roof had to get lifted up so emergency worker's could get to the body more easily; it would be too easy to cause her further harm if they were careless. The fire on the car was over the bonnet, firemen were also working to put out the flames to avoid any accidental explosions. Some police were taking photos of the car and the tree, even the tyre marks on the ground, hoping to find some lead of what had happened, what had caused the collision. Other police were protecting the scene, a small crowd of locals had gathered to see what was going on but the police blocked them off with barriers, it was Capsule Corp vehicle and it was very much their duty to also protect the privacy of the drive and the Corporation.

Bulma's seatbelt was cut away and one of the nurses from the ambulance reached for her handbag whilst two doctors, including Maddison, released her from the car. Dr Maddison helped to lift her up onto the stretcher and the other doctor brought over a small oxygen tank and a mask which he pulled over Bulma's head and settled over her mouth. Her lips were parted delicately but it still didn't look like she was breathing much, only taking short shallow breaths.

"She may have a punctured lung" Dr Maddison assumed, "hurry, get her into the back of the ambulance! No, keep the oxygen tank level…wait be gentle! Ok, everyone get in, I'll drive! C'mon peoples!" His voice was tense and high pitched; he knew very well time was running out. He took one last look at her before he drove away; her skin was becoming very pale. Time was not on his side. He pressed his foot heavily on the car pedals and took off as fast as he could and headed towards the General Hospital.

Vegeta looked his son, who, at the moment appeared to be someone completely different.

"I do not want to sacrifice the love I have for your mother or my care for Pan. I will let you hurt neither!" Vegeta said sternly, he was doing his best to intimidate the younger boy but it wasn't working, his heart was full of doubt and Trunks knew it.

"You don't get it!" Trunks burst out, he felt himself explode. He had had enough, "She was mine! I was hers! Did you get that! I knew she liked you, I also knew I could never compare to you but she accepted me as her future husband, a promise not so easily broken as you know very well. We had already established a bond! It was just starting when you got yourself involved! When you jumped into our bed, the bond that was developing between me and her was dissolved into nothing. You ended a part of my life….I feel you deserve the same."

"Trunks, you are my SON! What I lose is also what you lose. You're bond wasn't the only one that was ended, but your mother ripped away what I ah with her! Have you any idea how that feels? Of course you do. Pan ripped out whatever emotional connection that was beginning to grow between you and her, but a bond of over twenty years of solid security was taken away from me!" Vegeta roared, he was trying desperately not to lose control but he had to hurry, he feared for Bulma's safety, something was very wrong.

"You deserved it!" Trunks shouted, "It wasn't voluntary on her behalf, but I suppose that is how it would feel when someone you love dies…"

The penny dropped. He was losing his grip on Pan. Bulma wasn't letting him go on purpose. Maybe there was a chance. Vegeta looked down at the girl in his arms, he wanted her too. He brush away some strands of hair from her face and tilted her head up as if trying to get her to face him. Lifting up her body, Vegeta lowered his head to hers and their lips met. His were warm, hers were icy cold but the touch of warmth she received revived her ever so slightly. Her eyes opened a little bit and she was taking such small slight breaths. The corners of her mouth lifted up gently to form a smile.

"Am I in heaven?" She whispered, her voice was coarse and barely recognisable. She could feel Trunks was around them was well, "no, I guess I'm still alive. You should have let me die…"

"There are a lot of things that I shouldn't and should not have done in my life Pan, but maybe one day you will see I did the right thing for you. You are too great a beauty to lose to death" Vegeta nuzzled at her neck, her pulse was faint but there, he kissed her sweet skin and it made his heart pound hard in his chest. With one arms supporting her back and the other holding up her legs, he caressed her thigh with his thumb. He cared for the warrior that she was but maybe that was all. Time was out. He had to go. He looked up at Trunks and then flew over to him, lifting up Pan for his Son to take hold of. Reluctantly Trunks accepted, the young man's power level was returning back to normal.

"That is a girl that will love you for the rest of your life. She is never going to forgive herself, nor will she forget what I had with her. She will, no matter what, love you. You blasted you Ki at her Trunks, but she will love you. Sad, isn't it?" Vegeta grunted, he felt his emotions sink to the bottom of his stomach as he turned his back on the pair and flew back to Satan City. He couldn't trust her with him but he had no choice, his loyalty was with his wife, betrayal or not, she was his priority when it came to such matters, he would simply have to deal with his own unfaithful actions later.

Trunks held onto Pan loosely, like he wasn't sure whether he should hold on or let her go. He lowered to the ground and placed Pan's body on the grass. She was breathing, her chest rising a tiny bit with each short breath. Trunks wanted her to feel the pain he felt, he wanted her to pay. She may have already paid the price, he thought, did she not just tell my father she deserved death and never wanted to be saved? Trunks noticed how Pan's lips were parted, her beautiful soft pink lips, tinted with a spot of blood, probably from when he blew up Capsule Corp. He wanted to kiss her. No I don't, his mind fought back, she no longer has any worth, I must ignore whatever my father said, he only wants her saved so he can some back for her later, doesn't he? Trunks sighed, it was more than difficult to work out his father and his intentions, he did leave to go to Bulma's rescue but he also trusted Pan's safety to the one man that sought revenge on her. Where did Vegeta's loyalties lie exactly? Trunks sat down on the grass beside Pan's body and just looked down at her. She had trained with Vegeta; she had placed her trust in him. Why hadn't she come to him, Trunks instead of flirting with an old man? It made no sense and the more he thought about it the more it made him angry and more confused.

"Why Pan?" Trunks mumbled, his gaze leaving her body as he focused on a patch of clovers near by. He wasn't sure if he was talking to her or to himself but her body responded and she moved.

"Ugh…" Pan tried to raise her body up, it was so hard and the pain in her body was unbelievable, she was sure she had broken at least four ribs from her dive off the guardian's tower. Her collar bone felt as though it might be fracture and as she moved a hand over her right hip, she felt a disgusting tenderness beneath the skin, possible internal bleeding, she thought. She managed to sit up with her arms stretched out behind her so she could lean on them to hold up her posture. She turned to face Trunks, it was the most painful thing she would ever go through, she had no idea how to explain to her betrothed that she had cast an emotion web to lure in what she thought would be a more appropriate mate.

"I…can't apologise for anything. It wouldn't do any good, would it?" Pan tried to smile, attempting to act casual. She remember sensing him back at Capsule Corp, she felt him unleash a wild power from within, it's single purpose was to destroy her and though she had tried to escape she was caught by his power.

Trunks shook his head in agreement. There wasn't much that she could say that was going to make a difference.

"I want to die. Do it now. End it." Pan pleaded then she fell back down onto the grass as though she were a stringless puppet with no master to help her make any actions. She felt wiped out completely.

Trunks blinked in amusement, it appeared she was suffering and for that he was mildly grateful, she deserves it. Trunks smirked and held out his hand to Pan, gathering Ki in his hand, offering to do as she had asked of him.

"Why are you laughing at me? Does the thought of my death please you?" Pan's eyes were glazed over in exhaustion, she tried to summon the strength to move her body but the pain was too much to bear.

"Because, my Pan, after what you did to me, a little suffering on your behalf helps me feel just that little bit better" Trunks grinned, but his eyes did not smile, they were merely windows to a darkened soul.

"I never wanted you to be hurt from this but you are, I can see that. You want to cause more pain for yourself and for me? Fine, then let that ball of Ki hit me so that when I die at least maybe the love I have for you may also leave me as well" Pan said slowly, it was hard keeping up with the conversation as she couldn't breathe properly but she needed to have her voice heard by him.

"Oh, please!" Trunks shrugged.

"I was attracted to him because of a primal reason, that's what I feel inside her…" Pan placed her hand over her heart, "my body knew that by bringing a full blooded Saiyan male into the picture, my offspring would be almost pure and for some reason, I couldn't stop my body. The entire time, I have loved you, if that makes any sense at all…"

"Save your breath. Real love for me would have stopped you doing what you did" Trunks scowled.

"I don't think any amount of explaining is going to help you understand what I experienced. My mind was saying one thing, my heart was taking me to someone else and then before I knew I was promised to you. Promise to a great Saiyan warrior but I needed more faith in my own abilities because I was doubted by everyone, even you, when it came to my strength. Your father was the only being who gave me a chance!" Pan felt herself become weaker, she needed medical attention but considering she was left at the mercy of Trunks, she didn't see that happening any time soon.

Trunks looked at her, he knew she was being honest with him but that still didn't make anything okay. Pan sighed, her delicate face stained with tears looked back at Trunks. He was a handsome man, a whole lot more than his father and his loyalty was unshakeable, it made him the great warrior that he was and, no looking at him from a different perspective, he was also a formidable enemy.

"If you wanted me dead you would have done it already. What do you want from me?" Pan pleaded. Trunks broke from her gaze then looked down at the ground, I dunno…..