Author's Note:
I'm really glad all of you like this fic so far! My lovely appreciation goes out once again to Saiyan Serpent (you write such lovely reviews ^_^) and Miss Myrhe, I'm glad you love the story and don't worry, it's only gonna get better. And as for you Syaoran's Blossom, I'd have to say that I totally agree with you! And thanks to everyone else who reviewed, I really appreciate them all *hugs and kisses*
Oh and for those of you who are on the edges of your seat for the next chapter I'll have you know that I'm lovely and evil and I'll keep you biting your nails till I chip mine while trying to type out this story in time before my inbox gets flooded with "GIMME MORE GIMME MORE CHAPPIES!"...and cliffhangers will be frequent ~_^ *winks* Sorry Dr. SQUEE....
Now on with the story...and yeah yeah, I don't own DB/Z/GT you know that...
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Revenge of the Saiyan Heart - Chapter Three
Pan stared at herself in the mirror. She looked different, wearing the gi Megami had given her the other day. She had her hair tied up in a warrior's knot with loose strands hanging down, framing her pale face. Her bandanna was now tied tightly to cover up her face like a ninja warrior, revealing only her brown eyes. Yes, she was different physically. But she sure didn't feel very different.
It had only been thirteen hours training in space with Megami and today she was given the rest of the day off to "think things over and train mentally*. She was glad too, everything Megami told her to do, to think, to act was totally confusing. It felt like she was recreating a new person, a new identity for herself. Not that she minded throwing away her old one. And today she was given only ten more hours to throw away her old identity and to start fresh. Megami had told her that training a weak saiya-jin was like trying to teach an old dog new tricks.
*She made everything sound so easy!* Pan thought. *How can I throw away my old identity, it's the only one I've ever known! Just like that!*
Megami watched Pan's facial expressions as she fought her inner struggle. She didn't even need to tap into her mind to know what was going on.
"You've become too attached to your little world again," Megami sighed, kneeling down behind Pan. "What have I told you over and over again about letting go of your emotions? Leaving this identity behind to start your new life as a female saiyan warrior is no crime, it's your fate. Or do you not believe in your destiny to protect your precious universe? The more you stay into your given identity, the more attached you become to it and the harder it is to let it go. Why not release it Pan? You'll never get stronger if you keep letting it shield you from your true power!"
Pan hated to disappoint her.
"Yes Megami," she whispered, lowering her eyes decorously.
*This is going to be so much harder than I expected...I thought Pan would be more angry and willing to change after all she's been put through on Earth. It's going to take much longer to mold her into the perfect warrior than I had expected,* she said to herself.
"Let me show you how it's done, okay?" Megami asked, crossing her legs and sat across from Pan.
Pan nodded and did the same to her own legs.
Megami put two of her hands in front of her chest. Her eyes looked at Pan's and Pan did the same.
"Do you remember when you first learned how to bring out and control your ki?"
"Yes," Pan replied. It was an awfully frustrating experience.
"Now here's how to release your emotions into an attack. Might as well put those bothersome heart tricks into an attack. It's a lot more powerful there, maybe even twice as strong as ki. That's how you rid yourself of emotions. It's just like releasing your ki, but instead of from your stomach, try it from...your heart." Megami instructed. "Think of someone, something, or anything that makes you feel angry, sad, hurt, or extremely emotional. Remember it clearly and replay it in your mind."
"How can I even begin to choose?" Pan said sarcastically, but she saw Megami was serious. Closing her eyes, she let her mind drift back to that exact memory of mastering her ki, replaying the details in her mind.
She remembered watching Goten and Trunks pestering her about how EASY it was and that it shouldn't take too long.
"But then again," Goten had snickered to Trunks. "Pan is a giiiiiiirrrlll! She's not tough like us! She can't handle things the way WE can, right Trunks?"
"Totally dude!" Trunks had agreed.
"Shut up shut up shut up!" Pan had screamed. Her attempts at fighting back tears were useless.
"Awww, is the little saiyan-wannabe crying?" Goten teased ruthlessly.
Pan remembered that Trunks had laughed at her with Goten. And she remembered her anger, her hurt simmering in her, and then she felt overwhelmed by it. And that had charged her up to release her first ki blast into their hair. It wasn't as powerful as her father's, but it had singed their hair completely. And she remembered the pain, the anger, it was sinking into her...it was all she remembered. And she remembered the satisfaction it gave her, she remembered the astonished glares. Those glares, those taunts were the fuel to her inner fire. It was the fire that burned her badly. No matter how hard she tried to compress it, it always raged back.
*My heart as a mind of it's own, it's beyond my control,* Pan realized. *Does that mean my heart must...die?*
Not wanting to think about it, she returned to the task at hand. She felt it again as the familiar scene washed over her. She felt the frustration and most of all the discrimination. Why was she always looked down upon? It seemed she never fit in or belonged anywhere. She couldn't exactly fit in with the saiyans, for more reasons than one. She was only a fourth, she was a girl, she was so much younger, and again, she was a girl. She couldn't fit in with humans either, she had to learn that a long time ago the hard way. Her saiyan blood was more dominant over her than she could ever imagine.
*I don't fit in. I'm better off alone. Now, I'm just going to have to let it go...* Pan squeezed her eyes as she felt something powerful strike her chest. Grunting, she put all that anger out...out...
*Come on Pan, you can do it!* she said to herself. She opened her eyes and to her surprise, she saw a bright, pure white light glowing from her hands. It was so strong. She could feel it accelerating at an enormous rate. She began to tremble and shake.
*I DON'T DESERVE TO BE TREATED LIKE THAT!* she thought furiously.
With one final pang of hurt, she felt everything around her go black as she screamed and released everything she had into the air, before passing out and falling to the ground, cold.
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Marron drew a deep breath as she stood in front of the door to Trunks' office at Capsule Corp. She wasn't denying that things have changed drastically in the past few days, but in a way it was business as usual in the ever bustling CC headquarters. This greatly disturbed her. How can the world go on normally after all that had happened? One day, it was perfect, the next thing you know, Pan had disappeared and everything she did made her feel guilty.
*Why did you go Pan? WHY?* she thought while unsuccessfully trying to fight back tears as she dug through her pink cotton purse for a pack of tissues. *You have no idea how much it hurts for everyone. We do care about you, we do! We all do! When are you going to come back, it's been one whole week!*
She leaned against the wall next to the door, fiddling with her pigtails nervously. Her thoughts drifted to Vegeta's explanation. Pan was going to come back for revenge. Knowing Pan's personality, she wouldn't put it past her to torture them all as well. She shuddered at the thought. She knew how powerful Pan was, and if...she didn't want to think about that right now.
Marron tugged lightly on her hair, a habit she had developed whenever she was nervous. Things had changed altogether too fast. Even she couldn't believe it.
*I really can't believe Pan would run off like that...I'm really worried about her. What if she is going to come back and kill me?* she thought. Her face screwed up in confusion.
*There I go again. I'm always thinking about myself, aren't I? I really should be more concerned with the fate of this whole universe. Maybe that's why Pan couldn't stand us. We are pretty ignorant. At least I am anyway. But still, that doesn't give her the right to run off like that. What has gotten into her? Trunks told me that Pan liked him a long time ago, before he asked me out. I guess I didn't take it too seriously. Hey, she was only twelve or so!*
*I should've known judging by the expression on Pan's face when he asked me out in front of all of them. I guess I've just been trying to deny it. I mean, it is a little weird when Pan would rather prefer to spend a whole day with Goten and Trunks than with Bra and me. But then again, Pan is a tomboy, so it's not weird at all. Trunks told me everything, from when he was trying to avoid her because he loved me and that she never felt that she belonged with any of us. I guess an even number of people are better than odd. That way you always have someone to talk to. Poor Pan, she was always the odd one out because I had Bra and Goten had Trunks. I can't believe I didn't notice it before.* she thought sadly.
Marron twirled a blond curl around her index finger and heaved a sigh. Her thoughts turned to Trunks. Pan always did have a little crush on him when she was younger, but rarely showed any emotion. She always had liked him, even though he did get on her nerves once in awhile. Both of them were perfect for each other despite the age gap and she wondered why Trunks picked herself instead.
She hesitated as she reached for the doorknob. How was she going to tell Trunks after all they had been through? Did she really need to add to all that has already happened so dramatically?
*Don't have seconds thoughts now Marron,* she scolded herself. She reached to turn the doorknob slowly.
The door opened and she gasped. Trunks was standing there, the door framing his handsome figure. He was standing so close to her, his face just a few centimeters away. The expression he wore on his face was half between a smile and the other half was a hidden smirk. Marron knew it well. He gestured for her to come into the office.
"How did you know I was here?" she asked, stepping inside. She hung her coat on the rack and sat down in the chair in front of his desk, facing him as he sat down.
"I sensed your ki," he said simply, and then his facial expression turned as serious as hers had been. "Is there something wrong?"
*What a stupid question. OF COURSE SOMETHING'S WRONG!* she wanted to scream. She shifted uncomfortably and hung her head.
Trunks gently cupped his hand under her chin to raise it up. He looked straight at her. "You know more than anyone else M-chan, that you can come and talk to me about anything...does this have to do with Pan?"
Oh, how she wanted to die! Marron felt herself drowning in those deep blue eyes of his, so calm, so collected. He talked about Pan as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Herself, on the other hand, couldn't even bear to think about Pan without flooding her eyes.
"It's...it's..." she stammered, "It's about US." She glanced down again. She didn't want to see his expression this time. She was afraid.
*Us. What the heck does she mean about that?* Trunks wondered. *She better not be cheating on me! Kuso, if she is I'm going to pulverize each and every...*
Marron interrupted his thoughts.
"I don't think we should be together anymore Trunks. I love you with all my heart, but it doesn't seem right," she tried to explain. "I know I'm not making any sense, and it took me a long time to realize, but I really don't think we're going to work out Trunks. I mean, with Pan and everything, don't you think we're being selfish?"
"Does not seem right? Marron, baby, what the hell are you talking about?" Trunks exploded, jumping out of his seat. "I knew it had to do with Pan! Tell me what you're trying to say! That I love Pan? I don't love her the way I love you! I need you, you're my girlfriend. Please don't do this to me, tell me WHY!"
Marron backed away. "Pan loves you Trunks. She always had and you know it. I can't stand between you two like this, it makes me feel so guilty to be loving you and betraying one of my best friends. You don't know what it's like to be under all that pressure and guilt. It's killing me and I can't stand it! Everytime I'm with you I feel like I'm backstabbing her. Don't you see? It's wrong to be together, especially at a time like this!"
"It's not going to help Pan come back," he said stubbornly, crossing his arms. He walked over to her, and slid his arms around her waist, holding her close. "I love you Marron. I don't love Pan. You love me. I love you. Isn't that enough? Even if I die fighting, I'll be fighting for you and it's worth fighting for."
She looked up at him in horror.
"Don't say that..." she pleaded. "Don't say you're going to die."
Trunks gazed into her eyes passionately.
"Stop confusing yourself Marron. Things are not going to be the same, but that doesn't mean that we have to be apart. We need each other. Breaking up isn't going to make Pan come back, it's just going to hurt even more. You know that I want Pan back with all of us as much as everyone else does, but breaking up isn't the answer. As my father said, there's nothing we can do now. Except to wait."
She listened to him and nodded her head. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his broad, muscular chest, his scent invading every pore of her.
"Hai," she whispered softly, clinging onto him. "You're right."
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"We've lost them Master," a small voice rang out. "I tried to trace that attack energy from our computer, but it was unable to track them down. They're not in this sector anymore, they're gone."
"Insolent fool! I told you to keep a sharp eye on that woman! She's going to be a threat, especially now that she has the chosen one in her hands. How can they disappear so quickly?" a dark cloaked figure yelled. "But no matter...we have Jikuya Megami right where we want her. Hah, she is weaker than she thinks she is. Doesn't that poor saiya-jin slave know that she can't fight the Isagi-jin?" The figure chuckled.
"Ah yes, Master. Certainly she will never be able to defeat us..." the servant agreed. "How did you get her to agree to your plans, Master?"
"She is softer than the others that escaped, which is why I spared her. I'm not stupid you know. She was only a teen. And now she is under our control. And that Son Pan is with her. We have got them, but you useless moron just lost track of them!"
"Yes, Master, I am sorry, but I will find them for you." The voice hesitated. "Aren't you afraid that she'll start to fight the mind block?"
The black figure seemed to stiffen. "Megami may be strong, but she is not that strong. She will remain under our control...we need her to train the chosen one. But that is not important. What is important is that we can monitor their actions and when the time is right, you know what happens...Seiju, my loyal commander in charge, you will be looking forward to that, won't you?"
He smirked. "Yes Master..."
"And now find them!" the figure barked sharply. "The longer we wait, the more chance we'll have of losing them! I can't afford it!"
"Yes, right away Master..." Seiju turned and started to leave. "I will locate them soon."
"Oh, and Seiju...?"
"Yes, Master?"
The cloaked figure revealed a female face with a hood. "Try not to let your feelings for that slave saiyan Jikuya Megami blind you from achieving our ultimate goal..."
"Excuse me, Master? I don't know what you're talking about," Seiju stuttered. He blushed slightly, but noticably.
"I know your every thought, feeling, and move, my trusty commander. I should kill you for loving that woman, but because of your love, it bonds her to us. But you are not to let that destroy our plans. If you do, I will torture you both until you suffer a long...slow...and painful death. Luckily I have trained you well to let go of your emotions. You will leave her when the time comes, do you understand?"
Seiju gulped. "Yes, Master..." he whispered.
"Louder," she commanded.
"Yes, Master," he said stiffly.
"Jikuya Megami is a valuable pawn, but still a pawn nonetheless. If we don't kill her or get rid of her, that pawn may turn into a queen and we will have trouble on our hands...you wouldn't want that now, would you Seiju? Your charm may be useful in winning the heart of a woman, but is rendered useless in battle. Do you understand?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Good. I hope you do. You may leave now."
Seiju turned and walked away, his cape swirling after him.
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{vision}
Where am I? I'm lost. It's so cold. So empty. So dark. And yet, it is beautiful. I'm feel so light, so feathery. Is this death? I am alone. Yes, I am alone. I will always be alone. Because I am a warrior. We do not hate. We do not feel anger. Nor resentment. Nor happiness. Nor love. Because I am a warrior. I cannot be with anyone. I will only harm those I care for. Best not to care at all. That is why I'm lonely. I am a lone warrior. I have only me to depend on. No one else. This is my fate. This is my destiny, of which I cannot change. I live, not for me, but for the universe. I cannot succumb to these feelings. I cannot fear anything, I will not love anyone. Because it is forbidden. Because I am alone. It's just me.
Me, myself and I. I am complete now, there is nothing left for me. My true self has been awakened, I must do my bidding. I am no longer able to go back to where I used to be. I am not who I used to be. Because now, I am a warrior. A warrior will forever be alone.
I am alone.
I have changed much, I can't control it, nor do I want to. I have a new place to be, a new identity to fit into. I will not be weak anymore. I will no longer be looked down upon. I will be feared, my name will spread through the universe. Power. There's a strange shadow looming over me...I can sense it. And so with this I fare thee well, my heart. You have served me well, yet proved to be so worthless in the end. But no matter, I will go on. I always had, didn't I? I'm releasing you now, so I can be free...So I guess it's goodbye. For good.
{end vision}
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Author's Note:
So how did you like that? I'm posting more often, but I'm going to make the chapters shorter. So anyway, it's up to you. Longer chapters but longer time or shorter chapters, but shorter time? Make up your minds and tell to me when you review! I only posted this a little early so I could get started on the next chapter. I hope you're not too mad, but I love cliffhangers...Keep those reviews coming and I'll keep the chapters coming. Deal?
I'm really glad all of you like this fic so far! My lovely appreciation goes out once again to Saiyan Serpent (you write such lovely reviews ^_^) and Miss Myrhe, I'm glad you love the story and don't worry, it's only gonna get better. And as for you Syaoran's Blossom, I'd have to say that I totally agree with you! And thanks to everyone else who reviewed, I really appreciate them all *hugs and kisses*
Oh and for those of you who are on the edges of your seat for the next chapter I'll have you know that I'm lovely and evil and I'll keep you biting your nails till I chip mine while trying to type out this story in time before my inbox gets flooded with "GIMME MORE GIMME MORE CHAPPIES!"...and cliffhangers will be frequent ~_^ *winks* Sorry Dr. SQUEE....
Now on with the story...and yeah yeah, I don't own DB/Z/GT you know that...
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Revenge of the Saiyan Heart - Chapter Three
Pan stared at herself in the mirror. She looked different, wearing the gi Megami had given her the other day. She had her hair tied up in a warrior's knot with loose strands hanging down, framing her pale face. Her bandanna was now tied tightly to cover up her face like a ninja warrior, revealing only her brown eyes. Yes, she was different physically. But she sure didn't feel very different.
It had only been thirteen hours training in space with Megami and today she was given the rest of the day off to "think things over and train mentally*. She was glad too, everything Megami told her to do, to think, to act was totally confusing. It felt like she was recreating a new person, a new identity for herself. Not that she minded throwing away her old one. And today she was given only ten more hours to throw away her old identity and to start fresh. Megami had told her that training a weak saiya-jin was like trying to teach an old dog new tricks.
*She made everything sound so easy!* Pan thought. *How can I throw away my old identity, it's the only one I've ever known! Just like that!*
Megami watched Pan's facial expressions as she fought her inner struggle. She didn't even need to tap into her mind to know what was going on.
"You've become too attached to your little world again," Megami sighed, kneeling down behind Pan. "What have I told you over and over again about letting go of your emotions? Leaving this identity behind to start your new life as a female saiyan warrior is no crime, it's your fate. Or do you not believe in your destiny to protect your precious universe? The more you stay into your given identity, the more attached you become to it and the harder it is to let it go. Why not release it Pan? You'll never get stronger if you keep letting it shield you from your true power!"
Pan hated to disappoint her.
"Yes Megami," she whispered, lowering her eyes decorously.
*This is going to be so much harder than I expected...I thought Pan would be more angry and willing to change after all she's been put through on Earth. It's going to take much longer to mold her into the perfect warrior than I had expected,* she said to herself.
"Let me show you how it's done, okay?" Megami asked, crossing her legs and sat across from Pan.
Pan nodded and did the same to her own legs.
Megami put two of her hands in front of her chest. Her eyes looked at Pan's and Pan did the same.
"Do you remember when you first learned how to bring out and control your ki?"
"Yes," Pan replied. It was an awfully frustrating experience.
"Now here's how to release your emotions into an attack. Might as well put those bothersome heart tricks into an attack. It's a lot more powerful there, maybe even twice as strong as ki. That's how you rid yourself of emotions. It's just like releasing your ki, but instead of from your stomach, try it from...your heart." Megami instructed. "Think of someone, something, or anything that makes you feel angry, sad, hurt, or extremely emotional. Remember it clearly and replay it in your mind."
"How can I even begin to choose?" Pan said sarcastically, but she saw Megami was serious. Closing her eyes, she let her mind drift back to that exact memory of mastering her ki, replaying the details in her mind.
She remembered watching Goten and Trunks pestering her about how EASY it was and that it shouldn't take too long.
"But then again," Goten had snickered to Trunks. "Pan is a giiiiiiirrrlll! She's not tough like us! She can't handle things the way WE can, right Trunks?"
"Totally dude!" Trunks had agreed.
"Shut up shut up shut up!" Pan had screamed. Her attempts at fighting back tears were useless.
"Awww, is the little saiyan-wannabe crying?" Goten teased ruthlessly.
Pan remembered that Trunks had laughed at her with Goten. And she remembered her anger, her hurt simmering in her, and then she felt overwhelmed by it. And that had charged her up to release her first ki blast into their hair. It wasn't as powerful as her father's, but it had singed their hair completely. And she remembered the pain, the anger, it was sinking into her...it was all she remembered. And she remembered the satisfaction it gave her, she remembered the astonished glares. Those glares, those taunts were the fuel to her inner fire. It was the fire that burned her badly. No matter how hard she tried to compress it, it always raged back.
*My heart as a mind of it's own, it's beyond my control,* Pan realized. *Does that mean my heart must...die?*
Not wanting to think about it, she returned to the task at hand. She felt it again as the familiar scene washed over her. She felt the frustration and most of all the discrimination. Why was she always looked down upon? It seemed she never fit in or belonged anywhere. She couldn't exactly fit in with the saiyans, for more reasons than one. She was only a fourth, she was a girl, she was so much younger, and again, she was a girl. She couldn't fit in with humans either, she had to learn that a long time ago the hard way. Her saiyan blood was more dominant over her than she could ever imagine.
*I don't fit in. I'm better off alone. Now, I'm just going to have to let it go...* Pan squeezed her eyes as she felt something powerful strike her chest. Grunting, she put all that anger out...out...
*Come on Pan, you can do it!* she said to herself. She opened her eyes and to her surprise, she saw a bright, pure white light glowing from her hands. It was so strong. She could feel it accelerating at an enormous rate. She began to tremble and shake.
*I DON'T DESERVE TO BE TREATED LIKE THAT!* she thought furiously.
With one final pang of hurt, she felt everything around her go black as she screamed and released everything she had into the air, before passing out and falling to the ground, cold.
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Marron drew a deep breath as she stood in front of the door to Trunks' office at Capsule Corp. She wasn't denying that things have changed drastically in the past few days, but in a way it was business as usual in the ever bustling CC headquarters. This greatly disturbed her. How can the world go on normally after all that had happened? One day, it was perfect, the next thing you know, Pan had disappeared and everything she did made her feel guilty.
*Why did you go Pan? WHY?* she thought while unsuccessfully trying to fight back tears as she dug through her pink cotton purse for a pack of tissues. *You have no idea how much it hurts for everyone. We do care about you, we do! We all do! When are you going to come back, it's been one whole week!*
She leaned against the wall next to the door, fiddling with her pigtails nervously. Her thoughts drifted to Vegeta's explanation. Pan was going to come back for revenge. Knowing Pan's personality, she wouldn't put it past her to torture them all as well. She shuddered at the thought. She knew how powerful Pan was, and if...she didn't want to think about that right now.
Marron tugged lightly on her hair, a habit she had developed whenever she was nervous. Things had changed altogether too fast. Even she couldn't believe it.
*I really can't believe Pan would run off like that...I'm really worried about her. What if she is going to come back and kill me?* she thought. Her face screwed up in confusion.
*There I go again. I'm always thinking about myself, aren't I? I really should be more concerned with the fate of this whole universe. Maybe that's why Pan couldn't stand us. We are pretty ignorant. At least I am anyway. But still, that doesn't give her the right to run off like that. What has gotten into her? Trunks told me that Pan liked him a long time ago, before he asked me out. I guess I didn't take it too seriously. Hey, she was only twelve or so!*
*I should've known judging by the expression on Pan's face when he asked me out in front of all of them. I guess I've just been trying to deny it. I mean, it is a little weird when Pan would rather prefer to spend a whole day with Goten and Trunks than with Bra and me. But then again, Pan is a tomboy, so it's not weird at all. Trunks told me everything, from when he was trying to avoid her because he loved me and that she never felt that she belonged with any of us. I guess an even number of people are better than odd. That way you always have someone to talk to. Poor Pan, she was always the odd one out because I had Bra and Goten had Trunks. I can't believe I didn't notice it before.* she thought sadly.
Marron twirled a blond curl around her index finger and heaved a sigh. Her thoughts turned to Trunks. Pan always did have a little crush on him when she was younger, but rarely showed any emotion. She always had liked him, even though he did get on her nerves once in awhile. Both of them were perfect for each other despite the age gap and she wondered why Trunks picked herself instead.
She hesitated as she reached for the doorknob. How was she going to tell Trunks after all they had been through? Did she really need to add to all that has already happened so dramatically?
*Don't have seconds thoughts now Marron,* she scolded herself. She reached to turn the doorknob slowly.
The door opened and she gasped. Trunks was standing there, the door framing his handsome figure. He was standing so close to her, his face just a few centimeters away. The expression he wore on his face was half between a smile and the other half was a hidden smirk. Marron knew it well. He gestured for her to come into the office.
"How did you know I was here?" she asked, stepping inside. She hung her coat on the rack and sat down in the chair in front of his desk, facing him as he sat down.
"I sensed your ki," he said simply, and then his facial expression turned as serious as hers had been. "Is there something wrong?"
*What a stupid question. OF COURSE SOMETHING'S WRONG!* she wanted to scream. She shifted uncomfortably and hung her head.
Trunks gently cupped his hand under her chin to raise it up. He looked straight at her. "You know more than anyone else M-chan, that you can come and talk to me about anything...does this have to do with Pan?"
Oh, how she wanted to die! Marron felt herself drowning in those deep blue eyes of his, so calm, so collected. He talked about Pan as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Herself, on the other hand, couldn't even bear to think about Pan without flooding her eyes.
"It's...it's..." she stammered, "It's about US." She glanced down again. She didn't want to see his expression this time. She was afraid.
*Us. What the heck does she mean about that?* Trunks wondered. *She better not be cheating on me! Kuso, if she is I'm going to pulverize each and every...*
Marron interrupted his thoughts.
"I don't think we should be together anymore Trunks. I love you with all my heart, but it doesn't seem right," she tried to explain. "I know I'm not making any sense, and it took me a long time to realize, but I really don't think we're going to work out Trunks. I mean, with Pan and everything, don't you think we're being selfish?"
"Does not seem right? Marron, baby, what the hell are you talking about?" Trunks exploded, jumping out of his seat. "I knew it had to do with Pan! Tell me what you're trying to say! That I love Pan? I don't love her the way I love you! I need you, you're my girlfriend. Please don't do this to me, tell me WHY!"
Marron backed away. "Pan loves you Trunks. She always had and you know it. I can't stand between you two like this, it makes me feel so guilty to be loving you and betraying one of my best friends. You don't know what it's like to be under all that pressure and guilt. It's killing me and I can't stand it! Everytime I'm with you I feel like I'm backstabbing her. Don't you see? It's wrong to be together, especially at a time like this!"
"It's not going to help Pan come back," he said stubbornly, crossing his arms. He walked over to her, and slid his arms around her waist, holding her close. "I love you Marron. I don't love Pan. You love me. I love you. Isn't that enough? Even if I die fighting, I'll be fighting for you and it's worth fighting for."
She looked up at him in horror.
"Don't say that..." she pleaded. "Don't say you're going to die."
Trunks gazed into her eyes passionately.
"Stop confusing yourself Marron. Things are not going to be the same, but that doesn't mean that we have to be apart. We need each other. Breaking up isn't going to make Pan come back, it's just going to hurt even more. You know that I want Pan back with all of us as much as everyone else does, but breaking up isn't the answer. As my father said, there's nothing we can do now. Except to wait."
She listened to him and nodded her head. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his broad, muscular chest, his scent invading every pore of her.
"Hai," she whispered softly, clinging onto him. "You're right."
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"We've lost them Master," a small voice rang out. "I tried to trace that attack energy from our computer, but it was unable to track them down. They're not in this sector anymore, they're gone."
"Insolent fool! I told you to keep a sharp eye on that woman! She's going to be a threat, especially now that she has the chosen one in her hands. How can they disappear so quickly?" a dark cloaked figure yelled. "But no matter...we have Jikuya Megami right where we want her. Hah, she is weaker than she thinks she is. Doesn't that poor saiya-jin slave know that she can't fight the Isagi-jin?" The figure chuckled.
"Ah yes, Master. Certainly she will never be able to defeat us..." the servant agreed. "How did you get her to agree to your plans, Master?"
"She is softer than the others that escaped, which is why I spared her. I'm not stupid you know. She was only a teen. And now she is under our control. And that Son Pan is with her. We have got them, but you useless moron just lost track of them!"
"Yes, Master, I am sorry, but I will find them for you." The voice hesitated. "Aren't you afraid that she'll start to fight the mind block?"
The black figure seemed to stiffen. "Megami may be strong, but she is not that strong. She will remain under our control...we need her to train the chosen one. But that is not important. What is important is that we can monitor their actions and when the time is right, you know what happens...Seiju, my loyal commander in charge, you will be looking forward to that, won't you?"
He smirked. "Yes Master..."
"And now find them!" the figure barked sharply. "The longer we wait, the more chance we'll have of losing them! I can't afford it!"
"Yes, right away Master..." Seiju turned and started to leave. "I will locate them soon."
"Oh, and Seiju...?"
"Yes, Master?"
The cloaked figure revealed a female face with a hood. "Try not to let your feelings for that slave saiyan Jikuya Megami blind you from achieving our ultimate goal..."
"Excuse me, Master? I don't know what you're talking about," Seiju stuttered. He blushed slightly, but noticably.
"I know your every thought, feeling, and move, my trusty commander. I should kill you for loving that woman, but because of your love, it bonds her to us. But you are not to let that destroy our plans. If you do, I will torture you both until you suffer a long...slow...and painful death. Luckily I have trained you well to let go of your emotions. You will leave her when the time comes, do you understand?"
Seiju gulped. "Yes, Master..." he whispered.
"Louder," she commanded.
"Yes, Master," he said stiffly.
"Jikuya Megami is a valuable pawn, but still a pawn nonetheless. If we don't kill her or get rid of her, that pawn may turn into a queen and we will have trouble on our hands...you wouldn't want that now, would you Seiju? Your charm may be useful in winning the heart of a woman, but is rendered useless in battle. Do you understand?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Good. I hope you do. You may leave now."
Seiju turned and walked away, his cape swirling after him.
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{vision}
Where am I? I'm lost. It's so cold. So empty. So dark. And yet, it is beautiful. I'm feel so light, so feathery. Is this death? I am alone. Yes, I am alone. I will always be alone. Because I am a warrior. We do not hate. We do not feel anger. Nor resentment. Nor happiness. Nor love. Because I am a warrior. I cannot be with anyone. I will only harm those I care for. Best not to care at all. That is why I'm lonely. I am a lone warrior. I have only me to depend on. No one else. This is my fate. This is my destiny, of which I cannot change. I live, not for me, but for the universe. I cannot succumb to these feelings. I cannot fear anything, I will not love anyone. Because it is forbidden. Because I am alone. It's just me.
Me, myself and I. I am complete now, there is nothing left for me. My true self has been awakened, I must do my bidding. I am no longer able to go back to where I used to be. I am not who I used to be. Because now, I am a warrior. A warrior will forever be alone.
I am alone.
I have changed much, I can't control it, nor do I want to. I have a new place to be, a new identity to fit into. I will not be weak anymore. I will no longer be looked down upon. I will be feared, my name will spread through the universe. Power. There's a strange shadow looming over me...I can sense it. And so with this I fare thee well, my heart. You have served me well, yet proved to be so worthless in the end. But no matter, I will go on. I always had, didn't I? I'm releasing you now, so I can be free...So I guess it's goodbye. For good.
{end vision}
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Author's Note:
So how did you like that? I'm posting more often, but I'm going to make the chapters shorter. So anyway, it's up to you. Longer chapters but longer time or shorter chapters, but shorter time? Make up your minds and tell to me when you review! I only posted this a little early so I could get started on the next chapter. I hope you're not too mad, but I love cliffhangers...Keep those reviews coming and I'll keep the chapters coming. Deal?