All Is Gone: Voices
The Masenko rushed by Gohan and his daughter. After a moment, the
father let Pan up. He stared worriedly at her face. "Why?" he murmured.
Pan looked up at him and her heart broke. She began to cry hysterically.
"Oh Daddy, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." she sobbed. Gohan reached over
to embrace the sobbing girl and patted her back.
Piccolo flew out of the rubble with his chi flaring around his body and a blast gathered in his palm.
"Piccolo, stop." Gohan commanded, leaving out the usual 'san'. "Pan is back!"
The Namekian glanced at the crying child and then said, "Why Pan?
Why would you do this?" His voice was level and calm. Piccolo was still impassive.
Pan glanced up at him, her face stained red with tears and blood that poured down her cheeks in great streams. "The voices are too loud. I want silence." she whimpered.
"What do you mean?!" Piccolo yelled. "Tell me!"
She pushed her father away to argue with him. "It's too loud! They told me what to do! But I don't want to!" Pan's chi flared and she leaped into the air.
"I need quiet!" Tears streaming out of her eyes, she flew away.
"That was sudden," Gohan sullenly remarked.
Piccolo only nodded.
*
Pan found a clearing deep within the mountains where the voices were reduced to only a dull drone. The girl pushed her chi as far down as she could and sat down to cry and ponder her situation.
"Will the noise ever stop? I have been hearing the voices for over a year now" She remembered clearly the day she discovered there were two
types of voices, the millions that were always there and the one that gave her evil, persuasive speeches. "She told me it was too loud for me and the voices have gotten louder ever since. I tried to ignore her but she kept on telling me And then, when I... killed that man, she told me that if I kept on doing this, it will stop and I will have silence." Pan sobbed harder
"Yes, you will have silence."
Pan whirled around to see the woman from her dream. She wore a slight, smug smile on her face and though she was floating a few feet off the ground, the long black gown of graceful swathes of fabric touched the grass and moved gently in the wind. The scythe was still in her hand and the blade was a dull brown-black near the edges.
"You!" Pan snarled angrily.
"Why are you so surprised?" the woman asked as she crossed her legs
to sit on a seat of air. The tiny bells on her feet jingled hollowly.
The girl kept her silence.
"You know," the demon said with a gesture of her small, delicate, graceful white hand, "…and I know too that you felt better when you ended it for them. Did you not? Rather, can you honestly say you didn't"
Pan hesitated. "Hai, but it is wrong to kill and I will not do it
again."
"Why is it wrong? What does anyone have going for them except for their little invention, oh what do you call it? Ah yes, society." Her empty voice lowered to a hiss. "Do any of them have real pleasure? Do they have an honest purpose? Are any of their lives truly important? Why do they matter? You are their goddess. Only in death do they have true peace and serenity."
"My family is important! They've saved the world quite a few times!"
"So what? So that people can go on living their pointless lives?" The woman raised her hand with a flourish and the voices became louder in Pan's head.
The quarter-sayai-jin cringed.
"Listen to them. All their worthless, stupid talking and laughing.
You know you want it to end."
"No I don't!" Pan screamed.
The woman continued gruesomely on. "Kill them. Eat their hearts that contain their souls. It will give you power. You are the Messiah, the silence, the goddess of death and when the dark hour is at hand, you may destroy."
A/N: Now don't you just *love* the demon? ^_^ Please Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball, Z, or GT. They are copyrights of Funimation, Akira Toriyama, and various other people. I also don't own Sailor Moon S and it belongs to Cloverway, Teukuchi (sp?), etc.
Next time: Poor little Michi-chan! The baby is dead! Can the Z senshi stop the rampage of Son Pan?
The Masenko rushed by Gohan and his daughter. After a moment, the
father let Pan up. He stared worriedly at her face. "Why?" he murmured.
Pan looked up at him and her heart broke. She began to cry hysterically.
"Oh Daddy, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." she sobbed. Gohan reached over
to embrace the sobbing girl and patted her back.
Piccolo flew out of the rubble with his chi flaring around his body and a blast gathered in his palm.
"Piccolo, stop." Gohan commanded, leaving out the usual 'san'. "Pan is back!"
The Namekian glanced at the crying child and then said, "Why Pan?
Why would you do this?" His voice was level and calm. Piccolo was still impassive.
Pan glanced up at him, her face stained red with tears and blood that poured down her cheeks in great streams. "The voices are too loud. I want silence." she whimpered.
"What do you mean?!" Piccolo yelled. "Tell me!"
She pushed her father away to argue with him. "It's too loud! They told me what to do! But I don't want to!" Pan's chi flared and she leaped into the air.
"I need quiet!" Tears streaming out of her eyes, she flew away.
"That was sudden," Gohan sullenly remarked.
Piccolo only nodded.
*
Pan found a clearing deep within the mountains where the voices were reduced to only a dull drone. The girl pushed her chi as far down as she could and sat down to cry and ponder her situation.
"Will the noise ever stop? I have been hearing the voices for over a year now" She remembered clearly the day she discovered there were two
types of voices, the millions that were always there and the one that gave her evil, persuasive speeches. "She told me it was too loud for me and the voices have gotten louder ever since. I tried to ignore her but she kept on telling me And then, when I... killed that man, she told me that if I kept on doing this, it will stop and I will have silence." Pan sobbed harder
"Yes, you will have silence."
Pan whirled around to see the woman from her dream. She wore a slight, smug smile on her face and though she was floating a few feet off the ground, the long black gown of graceful swathes of fabric touched the grass and moved gently in the wind. The scythe was still in her hand and the blade was a dull brown-black near the edges.
"You!" Pan snarled angrily.
"Why are you so surprised?" the woman asked as she crossed her legs
to sit on a seat of air. The tiny bells on her feet jingled hollowly.
The girl kept her silence.
"You know," the demon said with a gesture of her small, delicate, graceful white hand, "…and I know too that you felt better when you ended it for them. Did you not? Rather, can you honestly say you didn't"
Pan hesitated. "Hai, but it is wrong to kill and I will not do it
again."
"Why is it wrong? What does anyone have going for them except for their little invention, oh what do you call it? Ah yes, society." Her empty voice lowered to a hiss. "Do any of them have real pleasure? Do they have an honest purpose? Are any of their lives truly important? Why do they matter? You are their goddess. Only in death do they have true peace and serenity."
"My family is important! They've saved the world quite a few times!"
"So what? So that people can go on living their pointless lives?" The woman raised her hand with a flourish and the voices became louder in Pan's head.
The quarter-sayai-jin cringed.
"Listen to them. All their worthless, stupid talking and laughing.
You know you want it to end."
"No I don't!" Pan screamed.
The woman continued gruesomely on. "Kill them. Eat their hearts that contain their souls. It will give you power. You are the Messiah, the silence, the goddess of death and when the dark hour is at hand, you may destroy."
A/N: Now don't you just *love* the demon? ^_^ Please Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball, Z, or GT. They are copyrights of Funimation, Akira Toriyama, and various other people. I also don't own Sailor Moon S and it belongs to Cloverway, Teukuchi (sp?), etc.
Next time: Poor little Michi-chan! The baby is dead! Can the Z senshi stop the rampage of Son Pan?