All I Ever Wanted Chapter 9: All I Ever Wanted, a dragon ball z fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. If you think I do you're a very naïve person-thing… I don't own the songs either or anything else mentioned in this fic…

A/N: Hiya, I just felt like finishing this now… Makes life easier with all my other fics since the die-hard readers already know how it ends… It's a little different, not much… Anyways, hope you like the final chapter of "All I Ever Wanted"…

Chapter 9: All I Ever Wanted

Baby can't keep on running
All I want you to do is to feel with me yeah
We both are hurting
And it's gonna take a little time
To heal all the wounds and save our family

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
All I ever wanted was love

Remember kissing in the moonlight?
How we held each other all night?
All I ever wanted was love

Darling darling darling
Don't you want to feel good inside?
It seems I've forgotten how it feels to be
Look up to the stars
And ask the heavens
To show you the truth
So that you can be free

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
All I ever wanted was love

Remember kissing in the moonlight?
How we held each other all night?
All I ever wanted was love

Tell me what's the answer?
It's gotten so cloudy I just can't see
But you got your life and I got mine
Are we even?
When I know I want you
And baby you want me
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
All I ever wanted was love

Remember kissing in the moonlight?
How we held each other all night?
All I ever wanted was love

-"All I Ever Wanted" by Lenny Kravitz

Trunks awoke the next morning wondering if yesterday had all been a dream. Had he really met that girl… Pan? Had he really * Gulp * asked her out on a date tonight despite the fact that she was so much younger than him? Had he really kissed her when he walked her home, with only the moon and stars as his witness? Maybe it had all been a freaky dream and he had actually cried himself to sleep in depression. It would sure be a lot less stressful if that was the answer. He rolled over and cringed, for there was the piece of paper he had jotted down her phone number on the day before. He sighed, moving facedown into his pillow.

"I am such an idiot…" He forced himself to get out of bed, grumbling all the while. He changed into his usual attire, before heading downstairs. It seemed so quiet without her around. So quiet, without her curses when she burned the food or Gohan ate it all before she or Trunks could have any. So quiet without her talking to ChiChi on the phone or conversing with him as she cooked dinner. So quiet without her gentle humming or singing along with the radio as she worked on her latest invention.

"I was waiting for so long
For a miracle to come
Everyone told me to be strong
Hold on and don't shed a tear

Through the darkness and good times
I knew I'd make it through
And the world thought I'd had it all
But I was waiting for you

Hush now I see a light in the sky
Oh it's almost blinding me
I can't believe I've been touched by an angel with love

Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new sun
A new day has come

When it was dark now there's light
Where there was pain now's there's joy
Where there was weakness I found my strength
All in the eyes of a boy

Hush now I see a light in the sky
Oh it's almost blinding me
I can't believe I've been touched by an angel with love

Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new sun
A new day has come

Hush now I see a light in your eyes
All in the eyes of a boy

I can't believe I've been touched by an angel with love
I can't believe I've been touched by an angel with love

Hush now
A new day…"

Who was singing that? Trunks was disturbed. That was one of his mother's favorite songs… "A New Day Has Come" by Celine Dion he thought… Oh for God's sake… He'd been penned up in this house too long… He walked around, just making sure his mother hadn't decided to rise from the grave or something, but there were no zombies tramping around his house, so he must have just imagined it. He sighed in disappointment, grabbing his jacket and heading outside.

Maybe Pan-chan won't mind going to the park or back to the dragon's lair (the coffee shop) before their date. Oh god, now I'm calling her 'dear'?! This is so weird…

He flew over the city, past the fires and demolished buildings and homeless people wandering the streets. He sensed some rather high kis in the distance and knew it had to be the androids. He immediately switched directions. He was no coward, but now was not the time to die. He had to get stronger; he had to train harder. He would be the one to destroy them. To make all the pain end. Just not now. He needed time.

He landed in front of Pan's house after a few minutes of flying. It gave him the chills just being around the house. It hadn't been lived in for over a decade. The windows were cracked, the paint was peeling, and the steps creaked as he walked up the stairs. He knocked and almost immediately, the dark-haired girl was at the door.
"Trunks! How nice of you to visit!" She looked nervously around, probably cursing herself for not fixing the house up a bit before he came.

"It's lonely being in a big building like Capsule Corp. all alone…" Trunks commented.

"Oh yeah, you're Bulma Briefs son, aren't you? I think you mentioned that yesterday… Than you must know what it's like to be surrounded by the media all the time… Do you believe they had the nerve to track me down and try to film my 'crib' to show on TV since I'm Hercule's granddaughter? It's insane! I bet you can barely step outside without being mobbed, you the great fighter and your mom the genius and all…" She looked up at him in understanding.
"Anyway, I'm so rude, Come on in, I'll make some tea!" She beamed at him, pulling him inside and directing him toward a worn-out sofa.

As she scurried off into the kitchen, he looked around, not really knowing what to do with himself. He spotted a picture on the coffee table and picked it up for further inspection. It was a very pretty woman; she remarkably looked like Pan. It looked like it had been hacked in two, and a piece was missing. In the picture frame next to it was a picture of Pan, in her usual attire, looking quite lovely. Her hair was sleek and shiny and her smile was unforgettable. His lips curled into a smile before he quickly put it back down as Pan exited from the kitchen with a tea tray.

"Is that your mom?" Trunks asked quietly, gesturing to the first picture.

A pained look briefly crossed Pan's face, but she quickly sucked it up, and tried to smile to no avail.
"Yes… Videl Satan Son. She was 18 when she perished in the fire… I was only two at the time…"
"It's funny… That was all that was left that didn't get destroyed in the fire. I never found the other half. Maybe there was no other half…"

"She was very pretty." Trunks commented softly, knowing he'd hit upon a tender subject.

"Yes. She was. She was beautiful and strong. Not strong enough to be flame-resistant I guess though." She didn't look pleased that this conversation was taking place and looked away from Trunks and her mother's photo.

"She looks just like you…" Trunks said wistfully, cupping her cheek with his hand.

"You know what I like about you Trunks?"

"What?" He asked, aware that he was blushing for all he was worth.

"You're sweet." She smiled at him before she kissed him. He was as red as a lobster by now, but he responded to the affection, against his better judgement thinking he'd screw it up. He did not go out on many dates.

"Aww… Now isn't that sweet, 18… Our little friend is on a date. It's so cute." A cold voice commented out of nowhere.

"Makes me sick." 18 muttered in disgust, with a haughty look on her face.

"Well, I'd hate for you to be unwell, sister. Shall I kill them?" A petrified look came across the teenagers' faces as they went pale.

"That's nice 17. Since you're being such a gentleman, I suppose it would only be fair if I helped." She grinned evilly, cracking her knuckles.

"Alright then. Ladies first." Her brother smiled back at her, obviously enjoying terrorizing the teens.

"Thank you." 18 said, as she started towards them.

"I feel like a good workout." 18 commented, flexing her arms as Pan gripped onto Trunks's jacket with trembling fingers and wide eyes.

A blast of light shot from 18's hand and Pan hit the hard ground, 17 shot after her, both attacks hitting their target easily. Pan was not a warrior.

"This is more like it!" 17 commented, laughing that cold mechanic laugh as his gray eyes gleamed.

"Pan-chan… No…" He kneeled down beside her, cradling her head in his hands.

"Time to wake up." He whispered to her pleadingly.

She groggily opened her eyes, and spit out some blood, smiling weakly. Trunks could feel her ki decreasing steadily and now it was barely there. Her pulse confirmed his suspicions.

"Don't die on me! Don't die on me, Pan!" Trunks commanded, shaking her vigorously, tears steaming down his face.

"Your mother would be… proud…Trunks…"

With her final breath she whispered, "Aishiteru."

Then, her eyes closed for the last time, and her ki vanished.

"PPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNN!" He screamed in defiance, closing his eyes and clenching his fists with disbelief and fury.

"Oh look. Poor little boy, his little girlfriend's gone." 17 sneered, looking at this emotion in disgust.

Breathing heavily, Trunks stood up.

"ALL I EVER WANTED! YOU'VE TAKEN ALL OF IT AWAY! CURSE YOU ANDROIDS! CURSE YOU! I'LL SEE TO IT THAT YOU BOTH ROT IN HELL!"

"You'll pay, You'll pay, YOU COLD-HEARTED BEASTS!" He screamed at them.

"I think not." 18 smirked before they once again left before he got up the nerves to go after them. To avenge the untimely death of Pan. What had she done to deserve this? To die as just another of the millions the androids selected to murder? She didn't deserve this kind of fate. He walked over to her corpse, wiping away the blood on her face with just a little left on her lips, making them a darker color than they usually were. He moved back a piece of hair in her eyes and softly kissed her frigid lips.

"Aishiteru Pan…" He muttered, softly stroking her pale face.

"Why did this have to happen? Why to you of all people?" Trunks didn't understand, he reached inside his pocket for a tissue, and accidentally pulled out the strange capsule his mother had given him. He released it and a strange looking machine appeared from a cloud of smoke.

"What is it?" Trunks whispered.

Inside the capsule case, he found a note:

Trunks-

I knew this day would come, I've prepared for it since Vegeta died over 20 years ago. The contraption before you is a time machine, the only one of its kind. You are to go back before the androids and save the past. It's too late to save our own time, but perhaps you can prevent it from happening again. I know you'll find the strength to carry on. And just think, you can meet your father! I know that he'd be proud of you, son. And I already am. Never forget how much I love you. I'll always be here for you. I believe in you, my son…

All My Love,

Kaasan

Trunks read the letter silently, not knowing what to think. His heart swelled with pride at his mother's praise, which quickly diminished when he realized what lay ahead. He walked over to the coffee table the androids had snapped in half before they left. On the ground, lying in a pile of glass, was Pan's photograph. She was still smiling, and didn't seem to know she was dead. He reached down and picked the picture up, tucking it in his pocket.

"I guess I know what I have to do." Trunks whispered as he leaped into the cockpit. It felt natural to him as he saw the pre-set coordinates, although he had to admit he gulped nervously.

"Wait up for me, Gohan! I'll be back, don't you worry." He smirked as he closed the dome.

And Mom, Pan, Father… Aishiteru… Trunks took off, not knowing what lay in store for him, but all he knew was, he was ready.

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Gohan walked into the all-too-familiar house. He had lived here… So long ago… He walked over into the living room and saw his daughter's body lying on the floor in a pool of blood.

"Oh God no… Pan… I deserted you again… Now I can never tell you how much I cared for you… And your mother… I love you…" He softly whispered, cradling her head and sobbing into her dark hair.

He saw Videl's picture lying on the hard wooden floor, and picked it up, glancing at it sentimentally, placing it carefully in his bag and hoisting up the body of his daughter in his arms.

"Trunks. I don't know where you are or where you're going, but I trust you. This must never happen again." He looked down at his daughter's milk-white face.

"You're our last hope Trunks, don't let us down." Then the son of Goku, Earth's former savior, flew out the door, and into the direction of the setting sun.

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The End

A/N: I hope you liked it. I have an idea for a sequel that I'll probably write sometime after January. Look out for it… Thanks for reading! Until we meet again! ^_^
* Vanishes in a puff of purple smoke *
~Trunks Gal~