When I was asked to continue this fic after Chapter Four, which was the original ending,
I was apprehensive to continue the story. Now that I have, I have received very little
praise or motivation to continue this fic in the direction I desired it to (Save Houria, Star
and others). So, this is the final chapter of this fic. I will not continue it, this is the end.
Thank you to those who did try to motivate me.
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Chapter Nine


Trunks fastened his holster around his waist and fixed his shirt. There was no need to
wear his Uniform, but he loved his sword so much, he couldn't stand to be without it.
Running his fingers through his hair, he checked himself in the mirror one last time.
Everything seemed to be in place. Now it was time to see his Father and find out what
was going on. He smiled at the image before him. He was actually tingling with
anticipation. For months, all he thought of was Son Pan…perhaps now maybe he could
show her how much he really cared for her.


He just prayed she would have him after what she discovered.


Trunks shrugged his shoulders and made his to his chamber door. As he opened it, his
smile faded and his ki rose dramatically.

"Hello, Brother," Bra purred, leaning on the wall with her arms folded. Trunks shook his
head and continued walking, ignoring the voluptuous woman before him that was his
sister. With a sleek smile still on her face, she raised herself off the wall and followed
behind him.

"I was wondering if after this meeting with father you wanted to…spar again," she said
as she slinked behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Instead of throwing her
off, he ignored her and continued down the hall, his face as hard as stone.

"Aww, don't want to talk? It's such a beautiful morning. Why don't you spend it with
me?"

Having enough, Trucks lifted his arms up and removed Bra's. He turned around and
grabbed her wrists, pulling her to him. Looking down into her eyes, he couldn't see his
sister anymore. It was a stranger.

And it was his fault.

"I like it when you play rough," she cooed when he failed to say any words. Trunks let go
of her arms and continued on his path to the Military Tactics room. She would have to
learn how to let go of what happened last night.

"Bra, listen to me and listen good," he said without turning to her. "What happened will
never happen again." With that, the pair stopped at a door. Trunks took in a deep breath
as his sister stood behind him. This was the moment of truth. With a step and push, the
door opened and the pair entered the room. Vegeta and Pan rose, as did Chizu. Pan glared
at Trunks, who sat down across from her. Of course, Bra sat next to him, eyeing him
intently. With all present, Vegeta sat down, Chizu next to him. The King felt the
animosity in the air, but decided to let that pass. There were more pressing matters to tend
to.

"Well, now that we are all assembled, we can start this meeting," Vegeta said flatly.
"First matter at hand is the Peace Agreement. My son expressed concern about marrying
Son Pan, and she the same. Both were very animate about their displeasure of the aspect
of bonding with each other. Therefore, I've decided that the pair of you not be forced to
marry."

Sighs of relief came from Pan and Trunks, while Bra smiled on the inside. Finally, she
was out of the way. He didn't love Pan away, he couldn't. Trunks shifted and raised his
hand. Vegeta nodded, granting his son permission to speak.


"Father, you said you would explain why Pan and I could read each other's minds," he
said as a reminder. Vegeta smirked. He would enjoy the reaction he was going to receive
when he revealed that Trunks and Pan were meant for each other. They'd rather kill each
other first than bond together…knowingly. Bra sat up, her attention at her father. She
knew nothing of this mind reading, and she was just as curious as her brother was.


"Well," he said, trying to contain his amusement, "You and Son Pan here…have
bonded."


"WHAT," the three younger Saiya-jins all said simultaneously. Vegeta tried with all his
might to keep his laughter in check. After a brief moment, he continued. "That is the
reason why you can read each other thoughts and I'm certain the both of you feel a
certain something forming between the two of you."


The King sat back in reveled in the reaction of the younger ones. Bra looked at Pan with
contempt, while Trunks and Pan gazed at each other, both shocked at what they just
heard. How could they, off all people, be bonded?


"Vegeta, how is this possible? Trunks and myself have not mated, nor spent more than a
few moments at a time together," Pan tried to reason. Vegeta's smile left his face and he
became deftly serious. He leaned forward and looked Pan in the eye, something he didn't
often do.


"Stop fighting it, woman. Goodness, people would think you were my offspring by your
behavior," he said, folding his arms. "Enough of this. You two are bonded, so there must
be a ceremony to make it official. Bra, I want to you help Pan with all the necessary
steps."


Bra stood and slammed her fists to the table, almost breaking it. Vegeta turned to his
daughter in shock, while Chizu shook her head.


The bottom was about to fall out.


"I will never help her marry the man I love," she screamed at the top of her lungs. Vegeta
drew back, wondering if he has misheard his beloved daughter.


"Princess, we are talking about brother…not this man that you love. Are you still ill," he
questioned while walking over to his daughter. Bra's ki flared and an aura grew around
her, tossing her hair. Trunks stood up and turned to his sister.


"Bra, have you gone mad?! Listen to what you are saying," he screamed at her, taking her
by her shoulders and shaking her. Bra hit his hands away from her and folded her arms.


"What is going on here? I command to know now," Vegeta said, infuriated. He could tell
which direction this was going in. And if he was right, heads were sure to roll.


"Trunks, don't pretend to love her. You love me. I could tell by the way you made love to
me last night," she whispered to him, barely loud enough for the others to hear.


But they did.


Vegeta stood there, watching his only daughter proclaim her love to his only son. His
blood began to boil. How many people would take advantage of his little girl? First, his
most trusted advisor, who raped her for years…and now his own son, who shared his
sister's bed? Vegeta growled and motioned for Chizu to rise. She obeyed.


"My most trusted advisor... Did you know this was going on," he asked her without
looking. Chizu, for once in her life, was terrified. She should have told him when she
overheard Pan and Trunks talking. Now it was too late to explain.


"Yes, I heard Trunks and Pan talking about it when I walked ahead of you last night. I
thought it best to keep it to myself, sire," she explained, not showing any sign she was
afraid. Trunks turned to the military advisor, mentally thanking her for her silence. But, it
made no difference now.


Without warning, Vegeta held his hand up to Chizu's chest and sent a ki blast straight
through her. With blood gushing from the hole in her chest, she held her hand to it and
slowly looked up at Vegeta. He turned around as she fell to the floor. Of course, she was
dead. Trunks watched as Chizu's lifeless body collapsed, her gaping wound spilling
blood everywhere. He looked at her eyes, eyes that seemed to be fixed on his own. He
would have little time to mourn though.


Something hit him in his side, and he flew across the room, hitting the wall hard. He
groaned as he slid off the wall, leaving an imprint in it. Vegeta flew over to him at high
speed, gathering another ki ball in his hands. Trunks watched as his father sped toward
him, nothing but hate in his eyes. He understood he was going to pay for his sins. He
accepted his fate. Closing his eyes, he braced himself for what was going to be the final
blow.


It never came.


He opened his eyes to see Pan struggling with his father. She held his hand which had the
ki blast in it, slowly twisting it out of place, sending waves of pain down his body. She
struggled greatly, Vegeta was far more powerful than his son. There had to be a way to
overpower him. She raised her knee to his ribcage, and Vegeta growled, loosing control
of the ki. Before he could recover, she lifted his arm up and punched him in his side, then
spun around and kicked him in his neck, making him crash into the floor. Pan breathed
heavily and powered up to Super Saiya-jin. She knew that wasn't enough to finish him
off.


Just as she predicted, Vegeta flew out of the rubble, also powered up. The pair both threw
a punch, connecting with the other's fist. An energy wave rolled through the room,
knocking out all windows and making the whole palace tremble. Vegeta laughed at his
opponent.


"You are as strong as they say, Son Pan…but you have one weakness that I will exploit,"
he said, throwing he a punch. She dodged and held his hand in place. She was amusing
him. She had no weaknesses, and she was at LEAST, the King's equal.


"Do humor me, Vegeta, before I kill you for attempting to take my mate away from me,"
she growled at him.


"See, that's it right there," he exclaimed as he raised his free hand in Trunks' direction, ki
flaring in it.


"NO," Pan screamed and she released Vegeta and sped to protect the man she loved.
Yes…the man she loved. Trunks looked up and smiled as he read her thoughts. Time
seemed to slow down as she reached out her hands to him. He reached out, leaning to
touch her fingers, which were so close. She smiled and closed her eyes…


Vegeta held back the ki, then released it, exploding on the back of the unsuspecting Pan.
She fell on top of Trunks, who was wailing uncontrollably. He looked at her back. It was
bloodied and burned. He lifted her head up and looked into her mahogany eyes. She
didn't have enough energy to speak, so she let him read her thoughts.


"I knew I was going to die before I bonded," she said matter-of-factly. She coughed and
tried to put her hand over his. He quickly clasped down on it, trying to hold back his
tears.


"My love, we did bond," he said as he moved down to kiss her. She smiled, waiting for
their lips to touch. He pressed his lips to hers and waited for her to respond.


She didn't.


Trunks slowly raised his head and looked at Pan. Her hair fell from it's golden color back to black. Her eyes were still closed and a quite
smile ran across he face. She looked as if she were a sleeping angel. Now…she was and
angel. Trunks laid her down beside him, looking at the dead woman who tried to save
him. There was no use holding back his tears now. In one agonizing cry, he let out all of the
pain, anguish and torment in his heart. Vegeta looked down at his son, staring at him
emotionlessly.


Trunks looked up at his father, at his dead mate…then searched for Bra. She was
cowering in the corner nearest to the door. His eyes bore into her soul. He had never felt
so much hatred in his life. There was only one thing left for him to do. He removed his
sword from its holster and pointed it at Vegeta, who still hovered above him.


"I know I have to pay for my sins. I had to watch my mate die before my eyes and I know
I must die. But I'll be damned if I let you have the satisfaction of taking my life," he said
to his father, but turned to his sister as he continued. "You, my dear, must pay for your
sins also. You will live knowing you drove your brother into the depths of insanity and
despair. You alone will have to go through the daily torment of knowing YOU killed
your brother just as if you were holding his sword. And you will have to live, knowing
my finals words were that I hate you with all of my being, and I will curse the day I'll
see you in hell."


As the last syllable was spoken, he raised the sword to his neck and slashed it. He fell
forward, not to far away from his mate. With the last of his energy, he moved his hand,
searching for his love's. When he felt the soft skin of her cold hand, he took in his final
breath…then laid motionless.


Vegeta turned his head as the sounds of Bra's whimpering tore him from his trance. He
looked at the destruction before him, the bodies strung across the floor. He landed before
his son and his mate, both now dead. He then walked over to the table in the center of the
room, and saw Chizu lying on the floor, her blood blanketing the area surrounding her.
Then, there was his daughter. She sat in the corner, balled up and sobbing. Her cries
became more intense as her father walked up to her. She covered her head and rocked
herself. This was all her fault. She deserved to die.


"Stand up, woman," Vegeta growled. Slowly, she stood to her father, still shaking with
fear. It would be appropriate for her to die by the father's hands. She closed her eyes and
braced for what was to come, but her father interrupted her thoughts.


"Open you eyes," he yelled at her. "Look around! Look at all the blood that was spilt on
this day because of you. All of these before you died honorably, paying for their
sins…but you…you still need to."


Bra screamed at the top of her lungs and her father clasped his hands around her neck.
She tried to get away, but it was no use. He held her in place and let her melt in his grasp.


"Just kill me, end this pain," she sobbed. Vegeta cocked his brow and looked at his
daughter.


"Kill? Who said anything about kill," he said, almost enjoying his words. "My child,
there are punishments far worse than death!"


With that, Vegeta yanked his daughter by her throat and drug her out of the room, just as
Bulma was running in. She looked at the sight before her and nearly fainted. She then
looked at her husband, screaming.


"What has happened here today," she asked, panicked. Vegeta just walked past her,
dragging Bra behind him.


"Nevermind that, woman. Your daughter here as something to tell you, then we are
selling her to the Earth to pay for all she has done. The war will finally be over."


Bulma cried behind Vegeta, begging him to explain. But she knew his word were final. Bra
closed her eyes and prayed for her soul…and for the souls of all the lives she destroyed.
This is the price she was going to pay…

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That's it. I am DONE. If someone desires to pick up where this left off, email me and we
can talk…but I am DONE with this story.
Thank you