All Is Gone: A Fight That Must Be Silent
"What the hell do you mean by that?" Piccolo bellowed. He remembered
his mistake too late and was sent crashing into Trunks, who had just
risen from the debris, by a powerful punch to the stomach. Vegeta had pried himself out of the ground also and watched his son go flying back again. He turned towards Pan with a look of pure hatred and rushed toward her, his chi flaring. No one would make a fool out of his son!
Pan closed her eyes and frowned. Vegeta's punch hit his target, but
she did not even flinch. He growled menacingly and the girl's eyes flew
open in anger. "Sound…" She punched his stomach. "…Is…" She gathered Vegeta about her and slammed him down on her knee. A trail of blood flew out of his mouth. "Forbidden!!!!" A purple aurora formed about her and she raised her hands and brought them down upon his head. He crashed deep into the ground.
Pan stood above the fallen king with an expressionless face. Her hair floated around her as she spoke.
"This is a fight that must be silent. It will end with destruction, but if you are quiet I will kill mercifully." Her aurora flared, casting eerie shadows about her face and a symbol materialized upon her forehead. "I am ruled by the Star of Saturn. I am the being who shall bring the final battle of heaven and earth, Armageddon, and shall decide its fate. The world has sinned and I must bring about a new universe. The scythe shall be soiled with the blood of time and I with the blood of mortals. Earth has had its chance and failed. Silence shall be everlasting."
Gohan braced his body for the kick that was surely to come and spoke. "Pan-chan, wake up! You're talking nonsense! You're possessed!" He was immediately launched through the air with a motion of the hand.
"Iie, you misunderstand. I never was Pan. My life was preparation
for my destiny. I just happened to wake up now. All I am is the Silent
Messiah. I had to learn how to fight, how to know." She closed her eyes, as if deep in thought.
Piccolo rushed at her, keeping his voice in check. His fists blurred but only touched her aurora. He executed a flying kick and she ducked underneath it. He dove many other times, but she evaded or blocked with a power much greater than his own at each attempt. "Help me here Gohan" he called telepathically. The Messiah struck him into the ground with her hands collected into a fist charged with chi.
"You think I cannot hear you?" She stood above him with a slight edge of malice in her tone. "I thought that you, Piccolo, the one in touch with the other world most thoroughly would understand. I hear the voices of the spirit, not only physical sound." Her eyes took on a sorrowful, pained look. "All the thoughts and feelings of the universe are so loud! I want them to end! They hurt so much!" She covered her face with her hands. "The drone every moment! Oh, it's too much to bear!"
*
Trunks was lying down in the rubble, unwilling to get back up. Had this been another battle, he would have jumped up, his sayai-jin adreniline coursing through his body, and smashed the enemy's face until it was a bloody pulp. But this was Pan. He could not fight her! She was one of them!
"Pan," he whispered. She was like a little sister to him. She was kind and cute and happy. What had caused her to snap like this? "I have to do something…" Trunks looked up at the gray sky, then closed his eyes. "But what?" He opened them again and glanced at the battlefield. His father was shakily getting to his feet behind the demon Pan. "Doesn't she love us anymore?" he asked himself as the girl blew his father into a building for groaning as he picked himself off the ground.
Trunks stood up. He clenched his fist and looked down at the ground. The burning sensation of tears mixed with blood and anger rose to his eyes and choked up his throat. Pan had to be talked to! They had to get her back! "She must be possessed," he whispered.
*
An annoying, painful feeling struck Pan squarely in the back of her consciousness. A persistent phrase had been uttered and it was bouncing around her skull. She must be possessed…she must be possessed… She pondered it and abruptly realized it was Trunks's voice. Whirling about she saw he had once again risen from the ruins of the office building. A slight tear ran down her cheek at the sight of him: handsome and brave. She had always only been a little sister to him and now she would never get her chance to be anything more.
Pan wiped away the tear and her face hardened. This was a mission, not life. The voice echoed in her mind and it rang in her ears and her very body. She began to gather her chi to blast him away for the last time, but he suddenly turned super sayai-jin and leapt into the air.
*
Trunks's body burned with the transition and not being able to let the heat out with screams as his hair turned golden. He jumped into the sky and shot back over to the battlefield. He would not fight, he would talk. "I am going to be pummeled," he thought with grim humor.
He landed in front of the girl, her hand still open with a flickering ball of chi and her mouth open, her eyes wide. Trunks braced his body and set his feet deep into the soil. Gathering his courage, he began what he knew would be a long succession of pain to talk sense into the girl.
"Pan-chan, don't you love us anymore?"
A/N: The last part of this chapter was completely redone.
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: Destruction begins! Trunks, Piccolo, Vegeta and Son Gohan, stop the end from starting!
"What the hell do you mean by that?" Piccolo bellowed. He remembered
his mistake too late and was sent crashing into Trunks, who had just
risen from the debris, by a powerful punch to the stomach. Vegeta had pried himself out of the ground also and watched his son go flying back again. He turned towards Pan with a look of pure hatred and rushed toward her, his chi flaring. No one would make a fool out of his son!
Pan closed her eyes and frowned. Vegeta's punch hit his target, but
she did not even flinch. He growled menacingly and the girl's eyes flew
open in anger. "Sound…" She punched his stomach. "…Is…" She gathered Vegeta about her and slammed him down on her knee. A trail of blood flew out of his mouth. "Forbidden!!!!" A purple aurora formed about her and she raised her hands and brought them down upon his head. He crashed deep into the ground.
Pan stood above the fallen king with an expressionless face. Her hair floated around her as she spoke.
"This is a fight that must be silent. It will end with destruction, but if you are quiet I will kill mercifully." Her aurora flared, casting eerie shadows about her face and a symbol materialized upon her forehead. "I am ruled by the Star of Saturn. I am the being who shall bring the final battle of heaven and earth, Armageddon, and shall decide its fate. The world has sinned and I must bring about a new universe. The scythe shall be soiled with the blood of time and I with the blood of mortals. Earth has had its chance and failed. Silence shall be everlasting."
Gohan braced his body for the kick that was surely to come and spoke. "Pan-chan, wake up! You're talking nonsense! You're possessed!" He was immediately launched through the air with a motion of the hand.
"Iie, you misunderstand. I never was Pan. My life was preparation
for my destiny. I just happened to wake up now. All I am is the Silent
Messiah. I had to learn how to fight, how to know." She closed her eyes, as if deep in thought.
Piccolo rushed at her, keeping his voice in check. His fists blurred but only touched her aurora. He executed a flying kick and she ducked underneath it. He dove many other times, but she evaded or blocked with a power much greater than his own at each attempt. "Help me here Gohan" he called telepathically. The Messiah struck him into the ground with her hands collected into a fist charged with chi.
"You think I cannot hear you?" She stood above him with a slight edge of malice in her tone. "I thought that you, Piccolo, the one in touch with the other world most thoroughly would understand. I hear the voices of the spirit, not only physical sound." Her eyes took on a sorrowful, pained look. "All the thoughts and feelings of the universe are so loud! I want them to end! They hurt so much!" She covered her face with her hands. "The drone every moment! Oh, it's too much to bear!"
*
Trunks was lying down in the rubble, unwilling to get back up. Had this been another battle, he would have jumped up, his sayai-jin adreniline coursing through his body, and smashed the enemy's face until it was a bloody pulp. But this was Pan. He could not fight her! She was one of them!
"Pan," he whispered. She was like a little sister to him. She was kind and cute and happy. What had caused her to snap like this? "I have to do something…" Trunks looked up at the gray sky, then closed his eyes. "But what?" He opened them again and glanced at the battlefield. His father was shakily getting to his feet behind the demon Pan. "Doesn't she love us anymore?" he asked himself as the girl blew his father into a building for groaning as he picked himself off the ground.
Trunks stood up. He clenched his fist and looked down at the ground. The burning sensation of tears mixed with blood and anger rose to his eyes and choked up his throat. Pan had to be talked to! They had to get her back! "She must be possessed," he whispered.
*
An annoying, painful feeling struck Pan squarely in the back of her consciousness. A persistent phrase had been uttered and it was bouncing around her skull. She must be possessed…she must be possessed… She pondered it and abruptly realized it was Trunks's voice. Whirling about she saw he had once again risen from the ruins of the office building. A slight tear ran down her cheek at the sight of him: handsome and brave. She had always only been a little sister to him and now she would never get her chance to be anything more.
Pan wiped away the tear and her face hardened. This was a mission, not life. The voice echoed in her mind and it rang in her ears and her very body. She began to gather her chi to blast him away for the last time, but he suddenly turned super sayai-jin and leapt into the air.
*
Trunks's body burned with the transition and not being able to let the heat out with screams as his hair turned golden. He jumped into the sky and shot back over to the battlefield. He would not fight, he would talk. "I am going to be pummeled," he thought with grim humor.
He landed in front of the girl, her hand still open with a flickering ball of chi and her mouth open, her eyes wide. Trunks braced his body and set his feet deep into the soil. Gathering his courage, he began what he knew would be a long succession of pain to talk sense into the girl.
"Pan-chan, don't you love us anymore?"
A/N: The last part of this chapter was completely redone.
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: Destruction begins! Trunks, Piccolo, Vegeta and Son Gohan, stop the end from starting!