Just to remind you that in my story Dragonball GT never
happened, and that since It's my story I can do anything I damn well please
with it. So there!!! I borrowed Agent Pendergast from The
Relic, and of course I own nothing Dragonball. Enjoy.
Pan looked at her father's calm face, at the calm face of
the man in black sitting at her kitchen table, and then back at her dad. Neither of them spoke. They seemed to know each other somehow,
although she had never met him before… and she was perplexed.
Her father spoke first "Pan,
this is an old friend of mine, Ryan Pendergast", he paused to look at his
daughter thoughtfully "and he needs to talk to you about what you did last
night".
She had not expected to hear
that. Was this guy a police
detective? Or maybe a therapist? That black suit and tie made him look more like
some sort of mortician. She gave him a
questioning glance sideways, and in a very calm and somewhat cocky voice
mumbled "you don't look like a shrink to me".
The man in black and her father
exchanged a meaningful glance, but what it meant she had not a clue.
Now she was getting annoyed.
Gohan, in his fatherly 'cut
the crap' voice (which she hadn't heard for years) simply said " He needs
to hear everything Pan -and don't leave out any details, no matter how small".
She waited for a moment longer
to see if she was going to get some sort of an explanation (which she didn't)
and with a soft sigh began to recant in detail what had happened on the rooftop
the previous night, including the parts she had neglected to mention to the
cops the night before. Agent Pendergast
just sat there, listening intently but not looking the least bit surprised by
anything she said.
When she had finished her father
walked up behind her and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze.
And then she realized that she
was holding her breath. A slight
buzzing at the back of her brain told her that something was going to happen,
and suddenly that…that feeling washed over her like a wall of ice
water. The same feeling that had seized
her when that boy with the dead gray eyes had grabbed her, when she had been
sure he was going to try to kill her.
Her stomach fell and her heart
pounded painfully hard under her shirt, the swish of blood in her ears droning
out the sound of a light knocking. She
jumped to her feet and her arms tensed, hands griping the edge of the table,
holding her balance. What was causing
this to happen again? Was it the man
sitting across the table staring at her with a slightly concerned look? Was it the memory of last night, which had
been rapidly fading away up till then?
She turned and looked at Gohan
as he walked towards the back door. The
door! He turned the knob and it
swung slowly inwards. THE DOOR!
Oh-no…. No…..NO…
And suddenly she watched her
father scream in pain and crumble to the floor. The blast of electronic energy the Bio-mechanoid had discharged
had hit him squarely in the chest. A
human man would have been dead before hitting the floor, since the close
contact stun weapon had been reset to the highest level possible.
She screamed silently to
herself, the air in her lungs hot and dry.
She started mindlessly walking towards her fathers groaning body on the
floor, oblivious to the figure that turned towards her. It stared at her, and she froze. Those eyes, gray eyes, eyes as dead as the
grave, oh Dende, she knew those eyes.
It was the same face she had
been trying to block out of her minds eye.
Now that vision was forever replaced this new one. A dent in it's temple, the skin ripped from
its nose like a banana husk, exposing the metal skull singed with light pink
streaks of 'blood' underneath, the facial hair almost melted off by the heat of
the very powerful tazer blast he had just pounded into her now unconscious
father. The thing that was now stepping
over him to get at her. And she
suddenly realized she wasn't afraid, not in the least.
SHE WAS PISSED
The determined look that her face took on was noticed by
Pendergast immediately. It was just
like the one he had seen her father wear when he was determined to end
something… or kill someone.
"Pan…don't!"
Before he could say anymore a
power bolt surged in the direction of the man in black as Pan's eyes followed
it. As fast as she had ever seen a
normal human move he teetered the table up on it's side to block the
blast. He and the table were knocked
against the wall by the shockwave. A
few stray tendrils of high power electricity hit her like a hard slap, and she
almost staggered back. But there was no
way would she be taken out of this fight that easily.
Pendergast waited until the last
bit of energy whips had dissipated before standing and leveling his gun at the
intruder. Pan watched as the slugs
entered it's right shoulder with no visible result, except that the impact
pushed him back a little, but not enough to stop it from approaching her. And then she stepped forward, between the rock
and the hard case.
She realized it was coming for
her, and she had no intention of backing off.
It could have shot at her with that stunner device, but it didn't seem
to have any interest in killing her from across the room. So she had stepped forwards, right in front
of it, and looked squarely into its cold dark eyes.
If it wanted a fight, she would
give it one.
As it's arms shot out at her to
grab her throat, she lunged to the right and pushed in closer to it, out of the
grip of those vice-like hands, and began a fast and steady pummeling of
it. It was like hitting a block of
cement, but she could feel its endoskeleton buckling with every hit.
Then she felt its inhumanly
strong arms grabbed her and squeezed her against its chest, knocking the wind
out of her.
She struggled to release
herself, kicking and squirming, feeling herself being pressed to death. And suddenly she glanced at its
shoulder. Through the creeping haze
that was threatening to block her vision she could see the bullet holes. And she realized that there must have been a
reason Pendergast had shot him there.
She was sure that he was aiming for that apparently innocuous
target. The slugs had entered within a
half-inch of each other, five in all, a grouping that would have been
impressive even on a stationary target.
The man was a good shot, no
doubt about that. So that could only
mean…
She defiantly put her hand over
the spot, and poured a concentrated surge of energy into the spot as she shot
backwards away from the iron grip, the blast ripping aside the fabric of its
shirt and layers of skin to reveal what could have been an emergency detonator
of some sort. And before she had time
to even consider the ramifications of what she had just seen, Son Gohan came up
behind it with lightning speed and put in a headlock (which he was not going to
be able to hold for long), and looked at her, then behind her.
Then everything started to
happen at warp speed.
Without being told, she ducked
to the side as a bullet whizzed past her head, hitting the small black device
dead center.
The air suddenly seemed to
vibrate with a high pitched charging sound.
Gohan suddenly twisted sideways
and tossed the bio-mechanoid thru the bay window facing the front yard.
"MESENKO!"….Pan powered up and
launched a large Ki ball (which impacted the airborne body like a shot)
throwing it even further away from them.
And then a massive explosion
knocked the trio off their feet and shattered every window in the house, a
large crater formed where there had once been a front yard.
