Sleeping Beauty - Cursed
by: Kiora
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[Author's Notes: I've decided to kinda jump back and forth in time and this one.. this is in Pan's time (past), whereas the first chapter was in Trunks's (present). Thank you to the people who reviewed, this is for you! And if you haven't, please please *please* review it! Oh yes, last thing.. there is a point in this where I jump even further back into time.. that's not necessarily Pan's POV. With that out of the way, enjoy!]
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She had heard of a curse ever since she was a little girl, but she was never sure quite what it meant. Whenever she had tried to ask, she was silenced with harsh voices and saddened looks, and she never truly understood it until she was sixteen. When it was already too late. Ever since she was a child, the word would slip from someone's mouth and only silence would follow, pure silence. It was a forbidden word to her, and that only made her more curious.
Pan silently crept through the hallways of the house, alert, and stealthily slipped out the door. Without a word, she surveyed her surroundings and took to the sky. The wind felt cool against her reddened face, and the sun wasn't blinding, but it was warm enough to keep her from getting cold. She closed her eyes for a moment, searching for a familiar ki, and glided effortlessly toward her destination. Landing quietly behind a tree, she kneeled and peered into the clearing that lay ahead.
She smiled to herself, knowing her mother would murder her if she knew where she was, but wasn't that what made it fun? Leaning against the tall oak, she watched as her grandfather dodged Krillin's punches and struggled to hold back an excited squeal as they clashed. Her parents had always strictly forbidden her to fight, like so many of her family did, but she had grown up watching her grandfather's spars so often that she was sure she could execute each attack as well as he himself could.
Melting to her knees, she flinched when Krillin's attack came through and Goku went flying. In seconds, Goku was on his feet again and only instinct was left. Casting a sideways glance at her watch, she froze, how had the time passed so quickly? Struggling to her feet silently, Pan trekked through the maze of trees flawlessly. As she navigated toward home, a strange smoke enveloped her and threw her into a fit of coughing. She doubled over, unable to breathe, and a smothered feeling washed over her.
It seemed like an eternity, but as the smoke vanished, a blue-green dragon stood in its wake. Shimmering scales glittered in the sunlight, and fiery eyes of ruby gazed at her intensely, weaving a spell over her heart and soul. Charred breath floated from leathery lips and pearly white fangs glared menacingly at her.
For but a moment, she closed her eyes, and memories that she no longer remembered came to her.. memories of a time before her eyes had first opened. Memories that brought the past back to life so vividly. Memories that were too late to save her.
-- c u r s e d
"Goku," a raspy voice growled, eyes narrowing, "a daughter?" Peering spitefully from behind a dying tree, she saw the famous Goku, a little blue-eyed girl in his arms. Anger crept through her wrinkled features and she hissed, "No, you're not getting away that easily." She drew a vial from within her sleeve and swiftly hurled it into the earth. Quietly, she murmured, "Violet is not dead yet." Her eyes closed slowly, and she remembered a time when she was young, she was beautiful. Magic had always come naturally to her, and she was in a league all her own. Red ribbons were strewn through her ebony hair, and eyes of hard emerald greeted all who passed her by. She dressed in flowing capes made of the finest gold threads and no one who fought her lived to tell their tale. He, however, did. And it made her hate him all the more.
A frown tugged on her lips as the memories continued, but she did nothing to stop them, nothing to make them disperse. She remembered the confidence in his eyes that never left, and she knelt, defeated, her magic was weakening. They laughed at her then.. defeated by a boy? They mocked her and isolated her.. and though they could never defeat her.. their words would never leave. And it made her hate him all the more.
Violet smoke rose from the shattered glass, and the old witch cackled gleefully, "Ghosts and ghouls, evil draw near," molding the smoke with her fingertips, she pointed it toward the unknowing Goku, "steal from him what he holds most dear." Blowing the smoke away, she stomped on the glass shards and murmured, "In the sixteenth fall, the sixteenth year." Casting one last hateful glance towards her foe, she whispered dangerously, "Steal from him what he holds most dear." He was smiling still, playing with the child in his arms, and she knew somewhere within that even her strongest curse would never bind him. Even now, after years of practice and perfection.. she knew that she was nothing. And it made her hate him all the more.
-- c u r s e d
Pan's eyes opened abruptly, and as they did, a surging pain shot through her wrist. She had known there was a curse all her life, it was why she lived as she did - in fear. Slowly, her mind went numb and though she fought with everything she had, the darkness was too powerful. Maybe Son Goku was strong enough to defeat anything.. but Son Pan? She was not. Not yet. The dragon's fangs cut into her flesh, deeper and deeper.. and the evil drew her away, stronger and stronger. Finally, unable to fight, her eyes closed again.
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by: Kiora
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[Author's Notes: I've decided to kinda jump back and forth in time and this one.. this is in Pan's time (past), whereas the first chapter was in Trunks's (present). Thank you to the people who reviewed, this is for you! And if you haven't, please please *please* review it! Oh yes, last thing.. there is a point in this where I jump even further back into time.. that's not necessarily Pan's POV. With that out of the way, enjoy!]
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She had heard of a curse ever since she was a little girl, but she was never sure quite what it meant. Whenever she had tried to ask, she was silenced with harsh voices and saddened looks, and she never truly understood it until she was sixteen. When it was already too late. Ever since she was a child, the word would slip from someone's mouth and only silence would follow, pure silence. It was a forbidden word to her, and that only made her more curious.
Pan silently crept through the hallways of the house, alert, and stealthily slipped out the door. Without a word, she surveyed her surroundings and took to the sky. The wind felt cool against her reddened face, and the sun wasn't blinding, but it was warm enough to keep her from getting cold. She closed her eyes for a moment, searching for a familiar ki, and glided effortlessly toward her destination. Landing quietly behind a tree, she kneeled and peered into the clearing that lay ahead.
She smiled to herself, knowing her mother would murder her if she knew where she was, but wasn't that what made it fun? Leaning against the tall oak, she watched as her grandfather dodged Krillin's punches and struggled to hold back an excited squeal as they clashed. Her parents had always strictly forbidden her to fight, like so many of her family did, but she had grown up watching her grandfather's spars so often that she was sure she could execute each attack as well as he himself could.
Melting to her knees, she flinched when Krillin's attack came through and Goku went flying. In seconds, Goku was on his feet again and only instinct was left. Casting a sideways glance at her watch, she froze, how had the time passed so quickly? Struggling to her feet silently, Pan trekked through the maze of trees flawlessly. As she navigated toward home, a strange smoke enveloped her and threw her into a fit of coughing. She doubled over, unable to breathe, and a smothered feeling washed over her.
It seemed like an eternity, but as the smoke vanished, a blue-green dragon stood in its wake. Shimmering scales glittered in the sunlight, and fiery eyes of ruby gazed at her intensely, weaving a spell over her heart and soul. Charred breath floated from leathery lips and pearly white fangs glared menacingly at her.
For but a moment, she closed her eyes, and memories that she no longer remembered came to her.. memories of a time before her eyes had first opened. Memories that brought the past back to life so vividly. Memories that were too late to save her.
-- c u r s e d
"Goku," a raspy voice growled, eyes narrowing, "a daughter?" Peering spitefully from behind a dying tree, she saw the famous Goku, a little blue-eyed girl in his arms. Anger crept through her wrinkled features and she hissed, "No, you're not getting away that easily." She drew a vial from within her sleeve and swiftly hurled it into the earth. Quietly, she murmured, "Violet is not dead yet." Her eyes closed slowly, and she remembered a time when she was young, she was beautiful. Magic had always come naturally to her, and she was in a league all her own. Red ribbons were strewn through her ebony hair, and eyes of hard emerald greeted all who passed her by. She dressed in flowing capes made of the finest gold threads and no one who fought her lived to tell their tale. He, however, did. And it made her hate him all the more.
A frown tugged on her lips as the memories continued, but she did nothing to stop them, nothing to make them disperse. She remembered the confidence in his eyes that never left, and she knelt, defeated, her magic was weakening. They laughed at her then.. defeated by a boy? They mocked her and isolated her.. and though they could never defeat her.. their words would never leave. And it made her hate him all the more.
Violet smoke rose from the shattered glass, and the old witch cackled gleefully, "Ghosts and ghouls, evil draw near," molding the smoke with her fingertips, she pointed it toward the unknowing Goku, "steal from him what he holds most dear." Blowing the smoke away, she stomped on the glass shards and murmured, "In the sixteenth fall, the sixteenth year." Casting one last hateful glance towards her foe, she whispered dangerously, "Steal from him what he holds most dear." He was smiling still, playing with the child in his arms, and she knew somewhere within that even her strongest curse would never bind him. Even now, after years of practice and perfection.. she knew that she was nothing. And it made her hate him all the more.
-- c u r s e d
Pan's eyes opened abruptly, and as they did, a surging pain shot through her wrist. She had known there was a curse all her life, it was why she lived as she did - in fear. Slowly, her mind went numb and though she fought with everything she had, the darkness was too powerful. Maybe Son Goku was strong enough to defeat anything.. but Son Pan? She was not. Not yet. The dragon's fangs cut into her flesh, deeper and deeper.. and the evil drew her away, stronger and stronger. Finally, unable to fight, her eyes closed again.
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