All Is Gone: A Taste of Rage
Pan trembled. The voices seemed to become louder for a moment, but her mind was far too caught up in a whirlpool to register this increase in the mind-numbing pain. She fell to her knees and shivered. She did love them, but her mission was to destroy with no exceptions! The girl had not considered this aspect of her "obligation". To kill everyone. Her father. Trunks.
"You do care, don't you Messiah?" Trunks said wryly.
"NO! Stay away from me!" Pan screamed and covered her ears with
her hands. She could not care…but she did.
"You would be doing them a favor," said a different voice entirely. Hollow, yet lilting in space. Pan could now see the akurei with the black dress looking down upon her. "Think of the wonder!" she said, her white hands clasped together. "No more pain or suffering! No worries! Just blissful sleep! And you'd get the silence you yearn for! If you love them, take away their uncomfortable life! They may deny it, but who wants to live in pain and fear?"
Pan stood again. "She is right." What did they matter in life? To toil and worry about earth? Was that their purpose?"
The four warriors looked surprised.
"What is she talking about?" Piccolo asked, forgetting himself and the rule of silence.
Pan glared at him, but did not strike out. "Life is now worthless."
Trunks looked for who she could be talking about and was paralyzed with fear at the image he beheld. A woman sat in the sky, black cloth draped about her body. He could make out a pair of pure white hands that seemed so out of place against the darkness of her gown. Her hair was raven black and blew in the wind.
The akurei noticed a blonde haired man staring at her. She turned her head and smiled maliciously at him. He seemed to freeze in fear. Satisfied, she stood and flew back into her body.
"That woman had Pan-chan's face…She flew into her body," he murmured. His thoughts were interrupted when Pan charged him. A punch was landed on his chin and he began to fly backwards. The girl kicked him back and forth, hitting him again at every pass. Not expecting this, he yelled in pain and surprise at the many kicks and punches that contacted his body. The girl's eyes narrowed in rage at the sound, and she kicked him upwards catching his shirt collar on the descent.
"I told you not to speak," she growled viciously. "I am doing you a favor and killing you quickly. I thought you would be appreciative and cooperate by staying silent!" She unleashed a small purple chi blast that hit Trunks' body straight on. He flew backwards, feet scraping against the pavement and stopped himself. Pulling back his hands he began to form a Final Flash."Final…" He could not continue because a foot kicked him in the head and sent him hurtling back to the rubble. Groaning as he sat up, he saw that the attacker was not Pan, but Gohan.
"Gohan? Why?" he asked hoarsely.
Pan stood, her mind in shock. Why would her father save her when he knew that she was going to kill all of them and everyone else on earth in a matter of minutes? The voices were roaring like the sound of a waterfall and they hurt. However, she could not collect her wits enough to smash Trunks and her father into the dirt for causing this noisy disruption.
"I can't let you hurt Pan-chan," Gohan said. "She still is there somewhere! I know it! She must be!!!"
The rise of volume in Gohan's voice sent a tide of black pain smashing against her. She screamed and before she could think about what she was doing, felt her hands hitting flesh with all of her sayai-jin power. Her vision was black as she jumped back and located a chi to hurt. She kicked and punched, going only by fear, anger, touch, and instinct.
As the anger-threads of black drifted out of her vision, Pan stumbled backwards to survey her damage. Trunks lay battered on the cracked pavement, his arm crooked in an odd way and his face covered with blood. As she watched, his hair settled down from golden to purple once more and his breaths were shallow and pained. Her lips twisted into a smile. "So this is what it's like to be a sayai-jin warrior," she remarked. "No, not a sayai-jin, a goddess of death." Her smile grew bigger as Trunks struggled to live. A laugh began to claw it's way into the world.
Vegeta could not take it any more. He charged Pan and prepared
to kick the girl's head.
She caught his foot neatly without turning. "Tsk, tsk Vegeta. You forget that you are the only soul here whom I feel free to torture." He desperately tried to free his foot from her grasp, but his efforts were fruitless. "I lost my wits when I tortured Trunks, I was angry. But with you I do not need to be." Pan grinned and twisted her wrist, which turned the other's ankle. She tossed him in the air with an evil smile, then shot a chi blast to his foot. It severed the entire foot and ankle. The man screamed then fell to the ground.
"VEGETA!!!" Gohan shouted. He had just picked himself up off the rubble he had been sent flying into in his daughter's angry barrage. He jumped at Pan, wanting more than ever for her to bstop/b just stop being this heartless cruel villain and be his little girl again. Before he could reach her, a giant violet-black chi blast rammed into him and forced him back into a previously unscathed skyscraper. His body drove through the entire structure and within moments it crumbled.
Pan grimaced and a tear slid out of her eye. She did not want to hurt her father but she quickly dismissed it and set her attention on the task at hand: Trunks.
However, Vegeta was not dead yet. His son could not be killed by a descendant of Kakarotto! Rising to his foot and dragging the other behind him, he gathered all of his remaining chi.
A flurry of chi blasts was hitting Pan's back. She flared her aurora and they disintegrated on contact. She raised her hand and formed a small, potent ball of black chi. It left her hand and sped through Vegeta's gut, leaving a gaping, bloody hole in his body. He was pushed through the air on much the same path as Gohan had been. Pan turned back to Trunks, picked him up by the shirt, and raised her hand once to bring it down upon his neck.
A/N: I put a good deal more fighting in this chapter, but I can't help but feel that I am being awfully sick with all this blood…*sigh* 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: Is Trunks dead? It's up to Piccolo and Son Gohan to bring back Pan!
Pan trembled. The voices seemed to become louder for a moment, but her mind was far too caught up in a whirlpool to register this increase in the mind-numbing pain. She fell to her knees and shivered. She did love them, but her mission was to destroy with no exceptions! The girl had not considered this aspect of her "obligation". To kill everyone. Her father. Trunks.
"You do care, don't you Messiah?" Trunks said wryly.
"NO! Stay away from me!" Pan screamed and covered her ears with
her hands. She could not care…but she did.
"You would be doing them a favor," said a different voice entirely. Hollow, yet lilting in space. Pan could now see the akurei with the black dress looking down upon her. "Think of the wonder!" she said, her white hands clasped together. "No more pain or suffering! No worries! Just blissful sleep! And you'd get the silence you yearn for! If you love them, take away their uncomfortable life! They may deny it, but who wants to live in pain and fear?"
Pan stood again. "She is right." What did they matter in life? To toil and worry about earth? Was that their purpose?"
The four warriors looked surprised.
"What is she talking about?" Piccolo asked, forgetting himself and the rule of silence.
Pan glared at him, but did not strike out. "Life is now worthless."
Trunks looked for who she could be talking about and was paralyzed with fear at the image he beheld. A woman sat in the sky, black cloth draped about her body. He could make out a pair of pure white hands that seemed so out of place against the darkness of her gown. Her hair was raven black and blew in the wind.
The akurei noticed a blonde haired man staring at her. She turned her head and smiled maliciously at him. He seemed to freeze in fear. Satisfied, she stood and flew back into her body.
"That woman had Pan-chan's face…She flew into her body," he murmured. His thoughts were interrupted when Pan charged him. A punch was landed on his chin and he began to fly backwards. The girl kicked him back and forth, hitting him again at every pass. Not expecting this, he yelled in pain and surprise at the many kicks and punches that contacted his body. The girl's eyes narrowed in rage at the sound, and she kicked him upwards catching his shirt collar on the descent.
"I told you not to speak," she growled viciously. "I am doing you a favor and killing you quickly. I thought you would be appreciative and cooperate by staying silent!" She unleashed a small purple chi blast that hit Trunks' body straight on. He flew backwards, feet scraping against the pavement and stopped himself. Pulling back his hands he began to form a Final Flash."Final…" He could not continue because a foot kicked him in the head and sent him hurtling back to the rubble. Groaning as he sat up, he saw that the attacker was not Pan, but Gohan.
"Gohan? Why?" he asked hoarsely.
Pan stood, her mind in shock. Why would her father save her when he knew that she was going to kill all of them and everyone else on earth in a matter of minutes? The voices were roaring like the sound of a waterfall and they hurt. However, she could not collect her wits enough to smash Trunks and her father into the dirt for causing this noisy disruption.
"I can't let you hurt Pan-chan," Gohan said. "She still is there somewhere! I know it! She must be!!!"
The rise of volume in Gohan's voice sent a tide of black pain smashing against her. She screamed and before she could think about what she was doing, felt her hands hitting flesh with all of her sayai-jin power. Her vision was black as she jumped back and located a chi to hurt. She kicked and punched, going only by fear, anger, touch, and instinct.
As the anger-threads of black drifted out of her vision, Pan stumbled backwards to survey her damage. Trunks lay battered on the cracked pavement, his arm crooked in an odd way and his face covered with blood. As she watched, his hair settled down from golden to purple once more and his breaths were shallow and pained. Her lips twisted into a smile. "So this is what it's like to be a sayai-jin warrior," she remarked. "No, not a sayai-jin, a goddess of death." Her smile grew bigger as Trunks struggled to live. A laugh began to claw it's way into the world.
Vegeta could not take it any more. He charged Pan and prepared
to kick the girl's head.
She caught his foot neatly without turning. "Tsk, tsk Vegeta. You forget that you are the only soul here whom I feel free to torture." He desperately tried to free his foot from her grasp, but his efforts were fruitless. "I lost my wits when I tortured Trunks, I was angry. But with you I do not need to be." Pan grinned and twisted her wrist, which turned the other's ankle. She tossed him in the air with an evil smile, then shot a chi blast to his foot. It severed the entire foot and ankle. The man screamed then fell to the ground.
"VEGETA!!!" Gohan shouted. He had just picked himself up off the rubble he had been sent flying into in his daughter's angry barrage. He jumped at Pan, wanting more than ever for her to bstop/b just stop being this heartless cruel villain and be his little girl again. Before he could reach her, a giant violet-black chi blast rammed into him and forced him back into a previously unscathed skyscraper. His body drove through the entire structure and within moments it crumbled.
Pan grimaced and a tear slid out of her eye. She did not want to hurt her father but she quickly dismissed it and set her attention on the task at hand: Trunks.
However, Vegeta was not dead yet. His son could not be killed by a descendant of Kakarotto! Rising to his foot and dragging the other behind him, he gathered all of his remaining chi.
A flurry of chi blasts was hitting Pan's back. She flared her aurora and they disintegrated on contact. She raised her hand and formed a small, potent ball of black chi. It left her hand and sped through Vegeta's gut, leaving a gaping, bloody hole in his body. He was pushed through the air on much the same path as Gohan had been. Pan turned back to Trunks, picked him up by the shirt, and raised her hand once to bring it down upon his neck.
A/N: I put a good deal more fighting in this chapter, but I can't help but feel that I am being awfully sick with all this blood…*sigh* 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: Is Trunks dead? It's up to Piccolo and Son Gohan to bring back Pan!