All Is Gone: Death
The room was tinged blue by the cloudy sky. Bura was laying her bed and staring up at the ceiling. Her father and brother had left to find her best friend Pan almost an hour ago. Quite frankly, she was worried about all three of them. Pan had been so odd at the mall that it made her somewhat anxious about what she might do. What if another seizure-or whatever the hell it was-struck her? She rolled over onto her stomach and twisted a pale blue strand of hair around her finger. "What if…What if…" echoed inside her mind. "Daddy…Trunks…Pan…"
A purple curtain rustled and Bra's half sayai-jin senses picked it up immediately. She glanced towards the window and saw that nothing was
there. The girl sighed, the air rattling through her tear-constricted throat, and closed her eyes to sleep off her anxieties.
"Bura..."
The girl's eyes flew open. "I must be hearing things..."
"Bura..."
Bra trembled and forced her head to turn in the direction of the voice. "EEEHHH???!!!! Pan?" she yelled. "What happened to you?!"
The Messiah was posed in the center of the room, one leg gracefully placed behind the other. She was clad in a tightly fitting white fuku with a purple handkerchief about her shoulders. A large bow adorned the front of the outfit and also the back, just above her small violet skirt. The sleeves pointed upwards in terrifying spikes and a purple choker circled her neck. The horrible thing, however, was the scythe that the girl daintily held in her hands. It was double bladed and rose a good two feet above her head. Graceful leaves were engraved on the blade and as they rose to meet the edge, the engravings flew into a gorgeous, awful tangle like they had been sliced.
"I am not Pan. All I wanted to do was say goodbye to you, dear friend." She smiled and raised her hand in a wave. Saturn began to vanish, but Bura ran to her to stop her.
"What do you mean, goodbye?" she cried. "Where are you going???!!!"
"I shall destroy the world," Pan replied. She stepped back, looked at her friend's stunned face, and was gone.
"What?! Pan wait!" Bra rushed at the spot where she had disappeared, stubbing her toe on a desk leg and falling to the blue carpet. A tear rolled down her cheek that was followed by many others, for she knew Pan spoke the truth.
*
Saturn reappeared at the battlefield. Her father was staring blankly at the point where she had destroyed her physical body. "He's so clueless…" She thought vaguely. Smiling half-heartedly, she pondered how much she would miss him when he was dead.
"Looking for me?" she questioned, smiling without any smugness or pride.
"Pan-chan!" Gohan exclaimed, turning around to face her. He then remembered her former warnings and covered his mouth.
Pan glared at him, her mouth in almost a snarl. She then seemed to dismiss his behavior. "I suppose it does not matter," she said with a shrug. "For these are the planet's last moments to talk. Saturn's hour is now." She leapt backwards into the air and began to raise her scythe.
Gohan's face hardened and he jumped into the sky, but was stopped
by his daughters scythe pressed firmly to his neck.
"I must destroy the world."
A/N: To answer some one's question, no it will not be a T/P. It will be a Mirai Original character/Pan. Descendant of Trunks? Yes. Trunks? No. I would have made it T/P if the circumstances didn't make it so that he was older than her dad.
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: The last breath of Son Gohan, Pan and the whole world?
The room was tinged blue by the cloudy sky. Bura was laying her bed and staring up at the ceiling. Her father and brother had left to find her best friend Pan almost an hour ago. Quite frankly, she was worried about all three of them. Pan had been so odd at the mall that it made her somewhat anxious about what she might do. What if another seizure-or whatever the hell it was-struck her? She rolled over onto her stomach and twisted a pale blue strand of hair around her finger. "What if…What if…" echoed inside her mind. "Daddy…Trunks…Pan…"
A purple curtain rustled and Bra's half sayai-jin senses picked it up immediately. She glanced towards the window and saw that nothing was
there. The girl sighed, the air rattling through her tear-constricted throat, and closed her eyes to sleep off her anxieties.
"Bura..."
The girl's eyes flew open. "I must be hearing things..."
"Bura..."
Bra trembled and forced her head to turn in the direction of the voice. "EEEHHH???!!!! Pan?" she yelled. "What happened to you?!"
The Messiah was posed in the center of the room, one leg gracefully placed behind the other. She was clad in a tightly fitting white fuku with a purple handkerchief about her shoulders. A large bow adorned the front of the outfit and also the back, just above her small violet skirt. The sleeves pointed upwards in terrifying spikes and a purple choker circled her neck. The horrible thing, however, was the scythe that the girl daintily held in her hands. It was double bladed and rose a good two feet above her head. Graceful leaves were engraved on the blade and as they rose to meet the edge, the engravings flew into a gorgeous, awful tangle like they had been sliced.
"I am not Pan. All I wanted to do was say goodbye to you, dear friend." She smiled and raised her hand in a wave. Saturn began to vanish, but Bura ran to her to stop her.
"What do you mean, goodbye?" she cried. "Where are you going???!!!"
"I shall destroy the world," Pan replied. She stepped back, looked at her friend's stunned face, and was gone.
"What?! Pan wait!" Bra rushed at the spot where she had disappeared, stubbing her toe on a desk leg and falling to the blue carpet. A tear rolled down her cheek that was followed by many others, for she knew Pan spoke the truth.
*
Saturn reappeared at the battlefield. Her father was staring blankly at the point where she had destroyed her physical body. "He's so clueless…" She thought vaguely. Smiling half-heartedly, she pondered how much she would miss him when he was dead.
"Looking for me?" she questioned, smiling without any smugness or pride.
"Pan-chan!" Gohan exclaimed, turning around to face her. He then remembered her former warnings and covered his mouth.
Pan glared at him, her mouth in almost a snarl. She then seemed to dismiss his behavior. "I suppose it does not matter," she said with a shrug. "For these are the planet's last moments to talk. Saturn's hour is now." She leapt backwards into the air and began to raise her scythe.
Gohan's face hardened and he jumped into the sky, but was stopped
by his daughters scythe pressed firmly to his neck.
"I must destroy the world."
A/N: To answer some one's question, no it will not be a T/P. It will be a Mirai Original character/Pan. Descendant of Trunks? Yes. Trunks? No. I would have made it T/P if the circumstances didn't make it so that he was older than her dad.
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: The last breath of Son Gohan, Pan and the whole world?