Hello everyone! Katie here with A Dead Seed Sprouts. It is the sequel at Planting a Dead Rose. LISTEN THIS STORY IS NOT DEPRESSING (I hope).
The disclaimer is I don't own Dragonball so don't sue.
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A Dead Seed Sprouts
By Katie
Wait for what happens
"Pan if only there was a way you could come back to me…" Trunks said and he closed his eyes as the grips of the dark deep sleep crashed over him.
Sleep and dream the dead seed alive
Trunks wondered aimlessly around a corridor. It was dark and misty as he picked up his feet in a rhythmic way.
The only sound that could be heard around Trunks was the silent, heavy breathing coming from his mouth the clunking of his shoes against the black tile floor…
Trunks didn't know why he was walking aimlessly around the long endless corridor. All he knew is that he had to be there. He had to get to the end…
A slight sound of muffled crying came up slowly in the corridor.
Trunks felt his mind break out of his numb, tired trance. He stopped and listened to a new sound echo through the corridor. He turned and searched around him. He couldn't find who was making the sound.
Suddenly a bright flash of light, lightning to be exact crossed the sky above him. He turned and gazed around him. He was no longer in a dark endless corridor but in a dense black forest misted by a heavy blanket of rain lying heavily in the air around him. He pushed his way forwards.
More thunder and lightning was heard. It seemed to be coming closer to him with every step he took.
The slight muffled crying became louder as he walked forwards. He was amazed he could hear it through the pounding of the rain around him and the thunder and lightning above him.
Trunks couldn't remember how he had gotten there after a few minutes. He had forgotten he had ever been anywhere else in his life, it felt as if he had been in that gloomy, dark forest his whole life. It was the same numbing sensation he had felt walking through the dark corridor.
Again something brought him out of his trance. Something lay before him, crumpled up on the ground crying. That person was the one whom had been crying. Trunks focused in on the person and noticed that it was a teenaged girl, about 18-years-old with jet-black hair. A bandana held it away from her delicate white face that was streaked with tears and rain. Something inside of him told him to go to her for he knew who she was. Something inside of him, a memory of some sort told him who she was…
…Pan. He flung himself forwards towards the small crying form but found himself drifting right through her. He turned and faced her; the impact he had made with the ground when he had thrown himself down laid him on his left knee.
'What's going on?' he asked angrily. 'Why can't I touch her?'
Trunks stared around him at the thunder and lightning and the crashing of cracked trees.
"Wait a second…" he whispered lightly.
A crash of lightning and thunder was heard and it perked up Trunks's attention. He remembered that exact moment…
He turned to face Pan whom stared sadly up at a cracked tree. He turned his gaze furiously to match where hers was. He saw the tree cracked and falling. He turned his gaze furiously back at Pan whom raised her hands up to cover her face…
Trunks ran forwards forgetting he couldn't touch Pan, trying to push her out of the way. He through himself forwards and shut his eyes tightly…
The next thing Trunks realized he was back in the dark corridor.
"What happened?" he asked himself puzzled. "Why am I back here?" he searched him memory trying to find the answer. He couldn't.
"Am I dreaming?" he asked puzzled and stood shaking off his hard impact onto the hard tile floor.
He stepped forwards again looking around him calmly. There was nothing to see but the darkness of the endless corridor…
Another sound came upon Trunks awaiting ears. It was the sound of voices, silent voices, but voices just the same. He looked ahead of him and closed his eyes.
Trunks opened them a moment later and found himself in Pan's hospital room. He gazed around himself to find that he was gazing upon Son Pan, the helpless fallen angel. She was awake and looking into the eyes of the one that loved her. It was him.
Trunks was shocked. "What's going on?" he asked himself.
Trunks slowly but surely pulled himself forwards and gazed upon the body of Son Pan lying limp in the bed speaking softly and sadly to the other Trunks. Neither Pan nor the other Trunks seemed to notice Trunks. Trunks looked down at his past self and reached down to touch him just to see if he was there. His hand went right through.
"Nani?" he gasped.
"I love you Briefs Trunks and nothing will change that." A slight smile crossed Pan's weak features.
"I love…" Trunks's past self said quietly. Trunks noticed his past self pause as the hand that rested in his went limp and Pan's head dug itself into the pillow effortless. "…you too." The past Trunks whispered.
Trunks leaned down and laid a kiss on Pan's forehead, careful not to go right through her. Even though he couldn't feel her forehead he felt better. He leaned his hand down and put it about a cm away from her face and made it look like he would have been nestling her cheek.
"Pan…" he whispered to no one.
A moment later Trunks was back staring at the dark corridor. Trunks fell to his knees and fought back tears. But something inside him told him to stand again and keep going. Trunks pulled himself to his feet and slugged painfully forwards with the belief that he would have a future if he continued…
Once again sobbing was heard. But not the same as before. Trunks glanced crazily around at the dark corridor awaiting the next scene.
The next scene appeared a moment later. Trunks could have fallen dead at the scene he was watching. It was Pan's funeral.
Trunks turned his head sharply away from the coffin. Once he had scene it, he didn't want to see it again. It was an open coffin funeral, before Pan was buried they had a short reception so everyone could say their final respects to the one and only Son Pan, or Chibi Son as Trunks had come to call her over the past years.
Trunks walked forwards through the many people. He found that either they weren't there or he wasn't because of the fact they didn't see him, hear him, and he could walk right through them.
"Am I a ghost?" he asked himself quizzically. "Am I doomed to walk the Earth repeating all of my worst memories because I caused the death of the most beloved person on the planet in my eyes?"
He walked forwards towards the open coffin. At the funeral he had never been able to have the strength to walk forwards and gaze upon the dead Son Pan. It was probably because he was still in a slight state of denial.
Trunks walked to the end of the isle and looked upon the solemn face of Son Pan. She didn't look peacefully dead as he was told she would look like, she just looked dead, and lifeless. In your sleep you at least look like you have some life in you. She didn't there.
"Pan…I love you…" he whispered again and turned and walked away.
Trunks appeared again in the corridor.
"Why am I here?" he questioned angrily as if someone would answer.
"To learn how much Son Pan really means to you." A shadowy voice said solemnly. "And to see if you really deserve a second chance."
Trunks was shocked for a moment.
"A second chance?" he asked quizzically.
"A second chance with Son Pan." The voice answered.
Trunks peered around him trying to see whom the voice belonged to.
"Dende?" he asked after thinking hard whom the voice belonged to.
"Yes, now awake Briefs Trunks."
Wait to see and something will happen
Trunks opened his eyes after a long sleep. His face was drenched with sweat
"What was that all about?" he asked quietly.
Trunks peered around him; he looked around the dark room and traced the room to see if anything was different. He did that whenever he woke up in the middle of the night from a bad dream.
Nothing was different but wait there was a little package on his dresser. Trunks opened the letter attached to it.
Trunks flicked on the light and began to read
Dear Trunks,
After watching you in your dream going through all those scenes I realized you really do love Son Pan. I figured that Pan died unfairly so I'm giving you a second chance with her. DON'T BLOW IT!!!!!!!! I wont give you another. Next time it will be your death instead of hers. Trunks I am giving you the seven dragonballs, made of stone. You will be able to use them next month so as soon as they become real again you can wish her back. Please do not use the dragonballs for anything else before you wish her back. I trust you to use the dragonballs for the purpose of bringing back Son Pan.
Sincerely,
Dende the Guardian of the Earth
Trunks smiled at the letter and tore open the package. Sure enough it was the seven dragonballs turned to stone. Trunks brushed his hand lightly over the stones and picked one up, the four star one, and nestled it in his arms.
"Soon Pan, soon…"
The seed will begin to sprout
The End
Sorry I'm late with this one. Well place review it, pretty please? Thanks for reading. Remember e-mails are always welcome also. 'Til tomorrow when the next story comes out (hopefully)
Katie