Chapter 3
Rain began to fall as the moon rose up in the sky, its silver rays casting shadows over the sea. Alone with only his shirt as protection, Trunks sat pensively, staring out into the ocean on a rock on the shore. Rain came down in sheets, soaking him to the skin in less than a minute. However, this went unnoticed as his worry began to increase, clouding his mind and blocking all rational thought.
" Pan...Where are you?"
Sounds of water churning and the violent sway of the trees made his lack of an answer more evident.
Why should I be so worried about her? Pan is Goten's niece...Bura's best friend...but who is she to me?
A family friend.
One of my best friends...
And what?
Is there something else???????
He felt a cloud of warmth enveloping his shoulders. Turning around, he saw his father standing several feet away. His purple waterproof jacket now lay across his shoulders.
" ... Father."
" Your mother insisted on me giving this to you brat."
Trunks smirked as he took off the jacket and powered up to dry himself, careful not to disintegrate the jacket.
" I'm saiyajin right? I don't need it."
Now it was Vegeta's turn to smirk. He was leaning against a tree, his arms crossed over his chest and he was bone dry. His eyes focused on his son's head.
" Brat...you still looking for Kakarot's grandbrat?"
" Her name is PAN. Yes I am looking for her...but I can't understand WHY I can't find her! Why is it so frustrating!"
Trunks stood up and let out all his confustion and frustration with a single ki blast, causing a whole wall of water to rise up.
" Che...not bad brat."
" ...why can't I find her? Why can't I find her ki?" Trunks spoked softly to himself.
Vegeta's ears twitched, a sighn he was using his sensitive hearing. He let out an agitated breath, turning to look the other way, refusing to look at the younger man.
" You don't need to find her ki brat. You know where she is."
Trunks twisted around to face Vegeta, who was still looking off into the distance.
" Really?! What do you mean? I've already looking in all the places I know she knew and-"
" Do I have to spell it out for you brat? If you don't know, how should I know where your damned mate is! Use your senses!"
Trunks stood to face his father, forcing Vegeta to look at him. Confusion set in once more.
" What senses?"
" You have an uneasy feeling about that girl don't you?"
" Yes...so what?"
Vegeta clenched his fists and spit out to the side.
" Do I have to knock the knowledge into your head? You're dumber than I thought...but a lot more like a saiyajin then I anticipated."
" Dad...get to the point."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow at Trunk's sharp remark.
" You want to hear this or not brat?"
" Sorry."
" You don't need ki to find your mate. It's a sense. You just know. The sooner you sort out your pathetic feelings, the sooner you'll find Kakarot's grandbrat. I can't believe a 1/4 saiyajin has more senses than my son!"
Trunks seemed to not have heard his father's last words. The words " mate" and "sense" were echoing in his head over and over.
" You mean...I'm bonded..."
" I see you remember my early lesson of saiyajin lore. Though you aren't pure saiyajin, u still have enough of the blood to not choose a mate for that human love thing. In saiyajin terms, bonding is for life. Far stronger than that human thing that they value so much."
Trunks sank onto the ground, his head in his hands as he thought about his father's words as Vegeta flew away.
Bonded....I'm bonded...with Pan.
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Why the hell is it so cold?!
Pan sat silently, shivering in the draught that flowed through the cracks in the wooden boards of her prison. Her jaw was frozen shut, preventing any sound for leaving her mouth. Her kidnapper had not returned since the first time she had seen him.
Her kidnapper.
What did he want?
She had absolutely no idea. She couldn't figure it out, in all the time she had been stuck in the room.What had she done to deserve this?
Flexing her leg, she attempted to get some feeling insde her limbs other than the numbness that enveloped her body. The steady drone of the heavy rain added to the dampness and coldness of the air, chilling her to the bone. Despite this, her main worry had remained with falling asleep and never waking up. That fear caused her to stay awake and alert for the past day...but it seemed she was starting to falter in her defense. She was so scared of never being rescued.
There was probably no one looking for her either. She'd only been gone for 2 days, an eternity it seemed to her, but to the outside world...
They'd chalk it up as her disappearing act because of Trunks.
Which was kind of true....only kind of.
She lifted her head, slowly letting it fall side to side in an attempt to loosen her neck muscles. Even in the dark, she could see the big red marks on her skin from rubbing against her bonds. Her eyes rested upon the incense pot. Sniffing the air, she realized the smell of the incense was beginning to thin out.
" Damnit." She swore after a failed attempt at raising her ki.
She would have to wait longer for the incense to thin enough to raise her ki. But then what? No one was looking for her...why would they? Why would anyone notice that her ki had popped up once again? She doubted that she was strong enough after lack of food and being sick that she would be able to break the thick metal chains that held her captive. Negative thoughts filled her head, vivid possibilities becoming real in her mind.
She was going to die and no one would know.
Her entire body shook with fear as she struggled to push the horrible thoughts away. She squeezed her eyes shut as if in physical pain. She had nothing to do but wait until death delivered his cruel blow.
I don't want to die yet. Mom Dad...grandma Chichi...Grandpa Goku...
Images of all the people who meant so much to her appeared in her head as she tried to remain positive.
Uncle Goten...Bura...Trunks.
Trunks.
Trunks.
The image of the lavender haired man refused to go away. All the memories she had with him played in her mind...the day they left for their trip around the universe...the night she told him she loved him.
" NO!" she screamed out, thrashing against her bonds as she cradle her head in her hands.
Her mind and heart battled for control within her.
**********
I don't want to think about that! I don't want to remember. I don't need to.
But you know you love him. Why deny it?
It's painful damnit. He doesn't love me back...I can't blame him. That doesn't mean I have to remember. I want to forget.
He didn't say that he didn't love you.
But he didn't say he did either.
You didn't give him a chance.
What was I supposed to do? Grab him by the legs until he said it?
Well you didn't have to fly away...you didn't have to SLAP him. You didn't give him a chance to answer.
**********
Pan's cheeks tinged with red at the memory. She didn't want to think about it anymore.
" Why did you scream girl?"
In her mental turmoil, she had failed to notice the footsteps of her captor come towards her prison. Heavy footsteps, a crack of a knuckle and the creak of the door, and clicking sound. Blinding light. She blinked rapidly, trying to let her eyes adjust to the bright light of a single light bulb after being plunged into the darkness for so long. When her eyes got used to the light, she saw the black clothed man approach her with one hand behind his back.
" Why don't you answer me girl?"
The man walked over to the pot of incense, throwing the lid away. The glint of cold, hard metal was not lost on Pan as she began to struggle against the chains and ropes. The clanking noise made the man turn and walk towards her, now making no effort to hide the deadly weapon and his intentions.
" Trying to get away? Not a chance."
" LET ME GO!" she yelled, backing up against the wall, struggling vainly.
The man advanced, unfazed by her attempts to hit him.
" Why are you keeping me here?"
Tha man didn't answer as he held her down, pining her down and raising his arm. She could see her reflection in the metal as the blade hovered dangerously above her.
" no please...don't kill me. Please...why are you doing this to me?"
" You don't need to live."
The man's arm made a wide arc before heading straight for her.
That's it. I'm...I'm going to die.
She squeezed her eyes shut, still trying to escape, the sensation of cold metal cutting warm flesh piercing at her side. White hot pain seized her, making her draw in a fast breath in surprise as the tangy smell of blood filled the air. She opened her eyes to see the man glance at her, throwing down the mask which concealed his identity. She felt her vision blur as the man left the room. She could see the blood drip onto the floor. The knife was still uncomfortably embedded in her side. The pain was still fresh as she pooled the knife out slowly. She could feel that she was rapidly losing her fight to stay conscious. She began to shiver as she held her hand over the wound on her right side. Fear gripped her as she realised she was beginning to go numb. The pain was disappearing...she couldn't find the strength to stay upright.
I don't want to die yet...
*~* Let the sweet heavens endure, *~*
*~* Not close and darken above me *~*
Not until I know...does he love me?
*~* Before I am quite quite sure *~*
*~* That there is one to love me; *~*
I...I want to know. I want to know before I die. Please Dende-sama...
Drawing a painful breath, she slumped onto the cold hard floor, staring at the pool of blood constantly growing before her eyes closed.
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Trunks flew through the skies, searching for Pan once more. Though he understood what his father was trying to say, he couldn't sense anything. He knew he had kind of liked her all along...but a bond? He wasn't sure. Finding it useless to sit around, he took to the skies to clear his head and search for Pan.
Pan.
He stopped in his flight, holding a hand to the tingling spot on his body, the lower right side of his upper body. He frowned as panic arose.
Somethings happened to her.
Closing his eyes, he flew blindly, hoping that the sense....hoping that anything would lead him to her in time.
Author's note:
Weird cliffhanger thingy...well not really. Next chapter out soon...I hope. Don't worry I know what I'm going to write so you don't have to wait for a very long time.
Rain began to fall as the moon rose up in the sky, its silver rays casting shadows over the sea. Alone with only his shirt as protection, Trunks sat pensively, staring out into the ocean on a rock on the shore. Rain came down in sheets, soaking him to the skin in less than a minute. However, this went unnoticed as his worry began to increase, clouding his mind and blocking all rational thought.
" Pan...Where are you?"
Sounds of water churning and the violent sway of the trees made his lack of an answer more evident.
Why should I be so worried about her? Pan is Goten's niece...Bura's best friend...but who is she to me?
A family friend.
One of my best friends...
And what?
Is there something else???????
He felt a cloud of warmth enveloping his shoulders. Turning around, he saw his father standing several feet away. His purple waterproof jacket now lay across his shoulders.
" ... Father."
" Your mother insisted on me giving this to you brat."
Trunks smirked as he took off the jacket and powered up to dry himself, careful not to disintegrate the jacket.
" I'm saiyajin right? I don't need it."
Now it was Vegeta's turn to smirk. He was leaning against a tree, his arms crossed over his chest and he was bone dry. His eyes focused on his son's head.
" Brat...you still looking for Kakarot's grandbrat?"
" Her name is PAN. Yes I am looking for her...but I can't understand WHY I can't find her! Why is it so frustrating!"
Trunks stood up and let out all his confustion and frustration with a single ki blast, causing a whole wall of water to rise up.
" Che...not bad brat."
" ...why can't I find her? Why can't I find her ki?" Trunks spoked softly to himself.
Vegeta's ears twitched, a sighn he was using his sensitive hearing. He let out an agitated breath, turning to look the other way, refusing to look at the younger man.
" You don't need to find her ki brat. You know where she is."
Trunks twisted around to face Vegeta, who was still looking off into the distance.
" Really?! What do you mean? I've already looking in all the places I know she knew and-"
" Do I have to spell it out for you brat? If you don't know, how should I know where your damned mate is! Use your senses!"
Trunks stood to face his father, forcing Vegeta to look at him. Confusion set in once more.
" What senses?"
" You have an uneasy feeling about that girl don't you?"
" Yes...so what?"
Vegeta clenched his fists and spit out to the side.
" Do I have to knock the knowledge into your head? You're dumber than I thought...but a lot more like a saiyajin then I anticipated."
" Dad...get to the point."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow at Trunk's sharp remark.
" You want to hear this or not brat?"
" Sorry."
" You don't need ki to find your mate. It's a sense. You just know. The sooner you sort out your pathetic feelings, the sooner you'll find Kakarot's grandbrat. I can't believe a 1/4 saiyajin has more senses than my son!"
Trunks seemed to not have heard his father's last words. The words " mate" and "sense" were echoing in his head over and over.
" You mean...I'm bonded..."
" I see you remember my early lesson of saiyajin lore. Though you aren't pure saiyajin, u still have enough of the blood to not choose a mate for that human love thing. In saiyajin terms, bonding is for life. Far stronger than that human thing that they value so much."
Trunks sank onto the ground, his head in his hands as he thought about his father's words as Vegeta flew away.
Bonded....I'm bonded...with Pan.
_____________
Why the hell is it so cold?!
Pan sat silently, shivering in the draught that flowed through the cracks in the wooden boards of her prison. Her jaw was frozen shut, preventing any sound for leaving her mouth. Her kidnapper had not returned since the first time she had seen him.
Her kidnapper.
What did he want?
She had absolutely no idea. She couldn't figure it out, in all the time she had been stuck in the room.What had she done to deserve this?
Flexing her leg, she attempted to get some feeling insde her limbs other than the numbness that enveloped her body. The steady drone of the heavy rain added to the dampness and coldness of the air, chilling her to the bone. Despite this, her main worry had remained with falling asleep and never waking up. That fear caused her to stay awake and alert for the past day...but it seemed she was starting to falter in her defense. She was so scared of never being rescued.
There was probably no one looking for her either. She'd only been gone for 2 days, an eternity it seemed to her, but to the outside world...
They'd chalk it up as her disappearing act because of Trunks.
Which was kind of true....only kind of.
She lifted her head, slowly letting it fall side to side in an attempt to loosen her neck muscles. Even in the dark, she could see the big red marks on her skin from rubbing against her bonds. Her eyes rested upon the incense pot. Sniffing the air, she realized the smell of the incense was beginning to thin out.
" Damnit." She swore after a failed attempt at raising her ki.
She would have to wait longer for the incense to thin enough to raise her ki. But then what? No one was looking for her...why would they? Why would anyone notice that her ki had popped up once again? She doubted that she was strong enough after lack of food and being sick that she would be able to break the thick metal chains that held her captive. Negative thoughts filled her head, vivid possibilities becoming real in her mind.
She was going to die and no one would know.
Her entire body shook with fear as she struggled to push the horrible thoughts away. She squeezed her eyes shut as if in physical pain. She had nothing to do but wait until death delivered his cruel blow.
I don't want to die yet. Mom Dad...grandma Chichi...Grandpa Goku...
Images of all the people who meant so much to her appeared in her head as she tried to remain positive.
Uncle Goten...Bura...Trunks.
Trunks.
Trunks.
The image of the lavender haired man refused to go away. All the memories she had with him played in her mind...the day they left for their trip around the universe...the night she told him she loved him.
" NO!" she screamed out, thrashing against her bonds as she cradle her head in her hands.
Her mind and heart battled for control within her.
**********
I don't want to think about that! I don't want to remember. I don't need to.
But you know you love him. Why deny it?
It's painful damnit. He doesn't love me back...I can't blame him. That doesn't mean I have to remember. I want to forget.
He didn't say that he didn't love you.
But he didn't say he did either.
You didn't give him a chance.
What was I supposed to do? Grab him by the legs until he said it?
Well you didn't have to fly away...you didn't have to SLAP him. You didn't give him a chance to answer.
**********
Pan's cheeks tinged with red at the memory. She didn't want to think about it anymore.
" Why did you scream girl?"
In her mental turmoil, she had failed to notice the footsteps of her captor come towards her prison. Heavy footsteps, a crack of a knuckle and the creak of the door, and clicking sound. Blinding light. She blinked rapidly, trying to let her eyes adjust to the bright light of a single light bulb after being plunged into the darkness for so long. When her eyes got used to the light, she saw the black clothed man approach her with one hand behind his back.
" Why don't you answer me girl?"
The man walked over to the pot of incense, throwing the lid away. The glint of cold, hard metal was not lost on Pan as she began to struggle against the chains and ropes. The clanking noise made the man turn and walk towards her, now making no effort to hide the deadly weapon and his intentions.
" Trying to get away? Not a chance."
" LET ME GO!" she yelled, backing up against the wall, struggling vainly.
The man advanced, unfazed by her attempts to hit him.
" Why are you keeping me here?"
Tha man didn't answer as he held her down, pining her down and raising his arm. She could see her reflection in the metal as the blade hovered dangerously above her.
" no please...don't kill me. Please...why are you doing this to me?"
" You don't need to live."
The man's arm made a wide arc before heading straight for her.
That's it. I'm...I'm going to die.
She squeezed her eyes shut, still trying to escape, the sensation of cold metal cutting warm flesh piercing at her side. White hot pain seized her, making her draw in a fast breath in surprise as the tangy smell of blood filled the air. She opened her eyes to see the man glance at her, throwing down the mask which concealed his identity. She felt her vision blur as the man left the room. She could see the blood drip onto the floor. The knife was still uncomfortably embedded in her side. The pain was still fresh as she pooled the knife out slowly. She could feel that she was rapidly losing her fight to stay conscious. She began to shiver as she held her hand over the wound on her right side. Fear gripped her as she realised she was beginning to go numb. The pain was disappearing...she couldn't find the strength to stay upright.
I don't want to die yet...
*~* Let the sweet heavens endure, *~*
*~* Not close and darken above me *~*
Not until I know...does he love me?
*~* Before I am quite quite sure *~*
*~* That there is one to love me; *~*
I...I want to know. I want to know before I die. Please Dende-sama...
Drawing a painful breath, she slumped onto the cold hard floor, staring at the pool of blood constantly growing before her eyes closed.
______________
Trunks flew through the skies, searching for Pan once more. Though he understood what his father was trying to say, he couldn't sense anything. He knew he had kind of liked her all along...but a bond? He wasn't sure. Finding it useless to sit around, he took to the skies to clear his head and search for Pan.
Pan.
He stopped in his flight, holding a hand to the tingling spot on his body, the lower right side of his upper body. He frowned as panic arose.
Somethings happened to her.
Closing his eyes, he flew blindly, hoping that the sense....hoping that anything would lead him to her in time.
Author's note:
Weird cliffhanger thingy...well not really. Next chapter out soon...I hope. Don't worry I know what I'm going to write so you don't have to wait for a very long time.