THE WHOLE THING DIDN'T DOWNLOAD LAST TIME!! ARGH!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!!! DAMN
IT!!
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Emit and Panic both ignored her and Panic tore a piece of fabric off her cloak and wrapped it around Trunks' wound, Emit felt his psyche slowly dropping and announced, "We'd better get him to some safe place, now."
Pan scratched her head, "Um . . . weren't you trying to kill me?"
Panic tossed her head around, tears spilling out of her large blue eyes, "No! It was a joke! Just a joke!"
Pan asked, "So, Trunks' knew you, too?! And he was playing along? And you and Emit know each other?!"
Panic nodded again, Pan blinked twice before yelling, "Well! It wasn't very funny!" And she ran off into the forest, ashamed that she had fallen for a trick like that, and also mad because Trunks' hadn't told her about it.
She expected someone to chase after her, while apologizing, but no one came, so she ran further and further, all alone. And in her mind she screamed, "I HATE THEM! I HATE THEM ALL! HOW COULD THEY PULL SUCH A MEAN PRANK ON ME!! AND EMIT! SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY FRIEND! "
As she stopped and slid down besides a tree she mumbled, "And Trunks, he doesn't care about me at all . . ."
~*~
Trunks opened his eyes, his head felt like it was about to explode, he saw Panic and her long wavy hair was tucked into a bun, "Prince, are you alright?"
Trunks nodded weakly and saw that it was dark, he glanced around and realized that he didn't where he was, "Where am I? Where is Pan?"
Emit, who had just stepped into the room said quietly, "You're at my house, and I don't know where Pan is, she ran out on us, and I just went to look for her, but she's blocking herself from me, I cannot find her that way."
Trunks asked, confusedly, "So, I had been out for, well, since it's dark, a couple of hours?"
Emit shook her head, "No, two and a half days."
Trunks leapt up, "What?! That long?!"
Panic pushed him back down, "Prince, you mustn't be overly-excited, it can only lead to fully developing of your wounds."
"But, what about Pan? Is she at her house?"
Emit shook her head again, "No, she's not at Goten's or Marron's or anyone else's for that matter, my guess is that she's been taken by Slave Traders."
"What? How can you say that?" Trunks yelled, "She's probably just mad and hiding!"
Emit looked at him sadly, "You do not know these parts as I do, although this is a peaceful village, there are many gangs of slave traders, and all of them are highly skilled in combat, their targets are single teenage girls out alone in the forest."
"B-but, Pan can fight, right? And she-" Trunks asked, concern showing in his voice.
"She knows the basics, but due to her hastiness and her temper, she never took time to develop her skills further, she never really got into the art of fighting, just the mere basic moves." Emit explained, sitting down on a chair.
"But, you're her friend, and why aren't you helping her?!" Trunks asked, almost yelled.
Emit didn't reply, "There's nothing I can do, I have lost several other companions due to the slave traders, trying to help just ends up getting the person killed."
Trunks started to get up, "Well, if you won't help her, then I will!"
Panic pushed him back down in his bed firmly, "No, prince, you are to rest, after all, you are the heir of this kingdom, and since my duty is your bodyguard, I will not risk you putting yourself in danger."
"B-but . . ." Trunks started.
"No buts, you can go find this Pan girl after you are better."
"How long will that take?" Trunks asked.
"About two and a half weeks." Both Panic and Emit said at the same time.
Trunks opened his mouth to argue when Panic held a piece of damp paper over his nose, as the drug slowly reached into Trunks, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep, deep sleep.
Emit muttered softly, "I'm sorry, but this was meant to be, you cannot fight the inevitable, you were not meant to be with her . . ."
Panic sighed, "Ay, it is for the best, a prince running off with a peasant, what will become of this insanity?"
"How long will he sleep?"
Panic muttered, "Until his wounds fully heal, I'm sorry, but you will lose your friend."
"I know, but it is he that I feel sorry for, because he, unlike her, doesn't have a choice."
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"What do you want?" Pan asked coldly.
The largely over-weight man held out a knife in front of her face, "Well, well, what do we have here? Another slave to be?"
"In your dreams." Pan spat.
The large man smirked, "You will not address me like that, after all, I am your new master. Until you are sold, that is"
"No!" Pan yelled, "You're not!"
The man grabbed her by one of her wrists and slung her over his shoulder, despite her yelling and kicking, he seemed to pay no attention to her feeble attempts to get free. "You should stop trying, it will only be harder on yourself, maybe if you're lucky, your new master might treat you a bit better."
Pan kicked the man again, "I am not your bitch!"
The man seemed to grow annoyed and struck her across her face and she fell to the ground, tears almost forming in her eyes, "Trunks? Why aren't you here?"
If she had not been feeling so tired from a lack of sleep, she might have tried firing a ki beam or running away, but she was incredibly sleepy, and she slumped to the ground, wondering why her prince wasn't there to save her.
She didn't know what would come of tomorrow, or what will become her future, but at the moment, she didn't care. As she struggled to stay awake, she thought she saw a blur appear from somewhere and lift her up, she closed her eyelids and sighed heavily.
Trunks opened one eye, and to his surprise, neither Emit nor Panic was in the room, as he stood up, he felt a burning pain in his chest, but he somehow managed to stumble out the door with only one thing on his mind . . . Pan.
When the fresh night air reach him, his mind seemed to clear a bit and he clenched his teeth and continued on wherever he was going, he knew he had to find Pan, because he had a bad feeling about this whole situation. And he rarely had bad feelings.
But besides all that, he felt responsible for Pan's safety, after all, if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't be dragged into this mess. And as he stumbled into the thick forest he just realized that if even Emit the psychic could not find her, then he probably couldn't either, because at the moment, he couldn't tell the difference from a rock to his sister.
His knees dropped to the ground, and he thought lazily, 'It wouldn't hurt if I just rested for another minute.' He glanced up at the stars and thought about how much he wanted Pan to be with him, laughing at him and calling him Chipmunk Boy. He was about to fall back asleep when he heard footsteps approaching him, he stayed as quiet as possible, but his violet hair did not blend in to the darkness very well, and as the heavy combat boots approached him, he heard a deep, harsh, voice, "Well, well, what do we have here? Another one? My, aren't we lucky?"
Trunks glanced up and waved, "Er . . . hi, nice night, isn't it?"
If he had seen the man's face, he would've seen a smirk, "Well, you're not a girl, but I bet you'll be a couple pieces of gold, for you know, the prince has purple hair also."
"I prefer the term 'violet' if you don't mind." Trunks said, annoyed that his hair had become the main subject again. And he gave a little yelp as he felt himself being lifted by the man, for slave traders didn't lift princes often.
Trunks was incredibly hungry, and he desperately longed for a piece of chocolate cake at the moment, but this was not the time, nor place to be thinking about cake, the slave trader had apparently brought him back to his hide-out, he had hoped that he would bring him to Pan. But then he remembered Emit talking about 'several' gangs of slave-traders around. And he was not too happy at the thought of being traded. He ran his fingers through his silky hair and muttered, "What if my hair gets ruined?"
The man dropped him, very rudely in what appeared to be a prison cell which was pitch black, but Trunks heard a couple of other noises in it and put his hands over his hair protectively.
"LET GO OF ME, YOU BASTARD!" A familiar voice shouted.
Trunks smiled, it was Pan! But she wasn't in his cell, the voice came from down the hallway. And Trunks wondered how he could get out of his cell. He at last came to one solution, he couldn't get out of his cell, but he could probably weave a sombrero out of hay and sell it to one of the slave traders in exchange for a key.
"Yeah, right, Trunks . . ." He muttered to himself, "Like you know how to weave a sombrero . . ."
But then, it was probably a coincidence, he just realized that he could probably knock one of the bars down, so he tried, without attracting attention, to use the energy of a ki ball, to melt one of the bars, but he realized that a ki ball would be too bright, and it would take a while. So he did the next thing that came to his mind, he bashed one of the bars with his shoulder, the bar hit the ground with a loud crash and Trunks quickly leapt through the gap.
He decided that now wasn't the best time to do a victory dance, so he dashed, or in his case, wobbled down the hallway, and tried his best to find where Pan's voice had come from, and then he suddenly realized that she might not be in the best of situations, so he quickened his steps. And he stopped in front of the last doorway of the hall.
God, he hoped that she was playing Nintendo or something because he heard her voice again,
"GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF OF ME!"
Maybe she was playing a Mortal Combat video game, and her opponent had her in some special move. Or maybe she was playing Super Mario Bros. Melee and was Captain Falcon or something.
So he took a deep breath and prepared himself for whatever sight he might come across and when he dashed into the room, nothing could have prepared him for what was occurring in front of him, and let's just say, he did not like what he saw at all.
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I must say, that was an evil cliffy, wasn't it?
Well, review then, and maybe I'll get the next chapter up faster . . . and I will give . . . Vegeta plushies to all those who review! *points to large pile of Vegeta plushies*
So review if you want a limited edition Vegeta plushie!
*Sorry, the whole thing did not download last time, that's why it was soooooooooo short*
-Juuanangou4ever
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Emit and Panic both ignored her and Panic tore a piece of fabric off her cloak and wrapped it around Trunks' wound, Emit felt his psyche slowly dropping and announced, "We'd better get him to some safe place, now."
Pan scratched her head, "Um . . . weren't you trying to kill me?"
Panic tossed her head around, tears spilling out of her large blue eyes, "No! It was a joke! Just a joke!"
Pan asked, "So, Trunks' knew you, too?! And he was playing along? And you and Emit know each other?!"
Panic nodded again, Pan blinked twice before yelling, "Well! It wasn't very funny!" And she ran off into the forest, ashamed that she had fallen for a trick like that, and also mad because Trunks' hadn't told her about it.
She expected someone to chase after her, while apologizing, but no one came, so she ran further and further, all alone. And in her mind she screamed, "I HATE THEM! I HATE THEM ALL! HOW COULD THEY PULL SUCH A MEAN PRANK ON ME!! AND EMIT! SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY FRIEND! "
As she stopped and slid down besides a tree she mumbled, "And Trunks, he doesn't care about me at all . . ."
~*~
Trunks opened his eyes, his head felt like it was about to explode, he saw Panic and her long wavy hair was tucked into a bun, "Prince, are you alright?"
Trunks nodded weakly and saw that it was dark, he glanced around and realized that he didn't where he was, "Where am I? Where is Pan?"
Emit, who had just stepped into the room said quietly, "You're at my house, and I don't know where Pan is, she ran out on us, and I just went to look for her, but she's blocking herself from me, I cannot find her that way."
Trunks asked, confusedly, "So, I had been out for, well, since it's dark, a couple of hours?"
Emit shook her head, "No, two and a half days."
Trunks leapt up, "What?! That long?!"
Panic pushed him back down, "Prince, you mustn't be overly-excited, it can only lead to fully developing of your wounds."
"But, what about Pan? Is she at her house?"
Emit shook her head again, "No, she's not at Goten's or Marron's or anyone else's for that matter, my guess is that she's been taken by Slave Traders."
"What? How can you say that?" Trunks yelled, "She's probably just mad and hiding!"
Emit looked at him sadly, "You do not know these parts as I do, although this is a peaceful village, there are many gangs of slave traders, and all of them are highly skilled in combat, their targets are single teenage girls out alone in the forest."
"B-but, Pan can fight, right? And she-" Trunks asked, concern showing in his voice.
"She knows the basics, but due to her hastiness and her temper, she never took time to develop her skills further, she never really got into the art of fighting, just the mere basic moves." Emit explained, sitting down on a chair.
"But, you're her friend, and why aren't you helping her?!" Trunks asked, almost yelled.
Emit didn't reply, "There's nothing I can do, I have lost several other companions due to the slave traders, trying to help just ends up getting the person killed."
Trunks started to get up, "Well, if you won't help her, then I will!"
Panic pushed him back down in his bed firmly, "No, prince, you are to rest, after all, you are the heir of this kingdom, and since my duty is your bodyguard, I will not risk you putting yourself in danger."
"B-but . . ." Trunks started.
"No buts, you can go find this Pan girl after you are better."
"How long will that take?" Trunks asked.
"About two and a half weeks." Both Panic and Emit said at the same time.
Trunks opened his mouth to argue when Panic held a piece of damp paper over his nose, as the drug slowly reached into Trunks, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep, deep sleep.
Emit muttered softly, "I'm sorry, but this was meant to be, you cannot fight the inevitable, you were not meant to be with her . . ."
Panic sighed, "Ay, it is for the best, a prince running off with a peasant, what will become of this insanity?"
"How long will he sleep?"
Panic muttered, "Until his wounds fully heal, I'm sorry, but you will lose your friend."
"I know, but it is he that I feel sorry for, because he, unlike her, doesn't have a choice."
~*~
"What do you want?" Pan asked coldly.
The largely over-weight man held out a knife in front of her face, "Well, well, what do we have here? Another slave to be?"
"In your dreams." Pan spat.
The large man smirked, "You will not address me like that, after all, I am your new master. Until you are sold, that is"
"No!" Pan yelled, "You're not!"
The man grabbed her by one of her wrists and slung her over his shoulder, despite her yelling and kicking, he seemed to pay no attention to her feeble attempts to get free. "You should stop trying, it will only be harder on yourself, maybe if you're lucky, your new master might treat you a bit better."
Pan kicked the man again, "I am not your bitch!"
The man seemed to grow annoyed and struck her across her face and she fell to the ground, tears almost forming in her eyes, "Trunks? Why aren't you here?"
If she had not been feeling so tired from a lack of sleep, she might have tried firing a ki beam or running away, but she was incredibly sleepy, and she slumped to the ground, wondering why her prince wasn't there to save her.
She didn't know what would come of tomorrow, or what will become her future, but at the moment, she didn't care. As she struggled to stay awake, she thought she saw a blur appear from somewhere and lift her up, she closed her eyelids and sighed heavily.
Trunks opened one eye, and to his surprise, neither Emit nor Panic was in the room, as he stood up, he felt a burning pain in his chest, but he somehow managed to stumble out the door with only one thing on his mind . . . Pan.
When the fresh night air reach him, his mind seemed to clear a bit and he clenched his teeth and continued on wherever he was going, he knew he had to find Pan, because he had a bad feeling about this whole situation. And he rarely had bad feelings.
But besides all that, he felt responsible for Pan's safety, after all, if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't be dragged into this mess. And as he stumbled into the thick forest he just realized that if even Emit the psychic could not find her, then he probably couldn't either, because at the moment, he couldn't tell the difference from a rock to his sister.
His knees dropped to the ground, and he thought lazily, 'It wouldn't hurt if I just rested for another minute.' He glanced up at the stars and thought about how much he wanted Pan to be with him, laughing at him and calling him Chipmunk Boy. He was about to fall back asleep when he heard footsteps approaching him, he stayed as quiet as possible, but his violet hair did not blend in to the darkness very well, and as the heavy combat boots approached him, he heard a deep, harsh, voice, "Well, well, what do we have here? Another one? My, aren't we lucky?"
Trunks glanced up and waved, "Er . . . hi, nice night, isn't it?"
If he had seen the man's face, he would've seen a smirk, "Well, you're not a girl, but I bet you'll be a couple pieces of gold, for you know, the prince has purple hair also."
"I prefer the term 'violet' if you don't mind." Trunks said, annoyed that his hair had become the main subject again. And he gave a little yelp as he felt himself being lifted by the man, for slave traders didn't lift princes often.
Trunks was incredibly hungry, and he desperately longed for a piece of chocolate cake at the moment, but this was not the time, nor place to be thinking about cake, the slave trader had apparently brought him back to his hide-out, he had hoped that he would bring him to Pan. But then he remembered Emit talking about 'several' gangs of slave-traders around. And he was not too happy at the thought of being traded. He ran his fingers through his silky hair and muttered, "What if my hair gets ruined?"
The man dropped him, very rudely in what appeared to be a prison cell which was pitch black, but Trunks heard a couple of other noises in it and put his hands over his hair protectively.
"LET GO OF ME, YOU BASTARD!" A familiar voice shouted.
Trunks smiled, it was Pan! But she wasn't in his cell, the voice came from down the hallway. And Trunks wondered how he could get out of his cell. He at last came to one solution, he couldn't get out of his cell, but he could probably weave a sombrero out of hay and sell it to one of the slave traders in exchange for a key.
"Yeah, right, Trunks . . ." He muttered to himself, "Like you know how to weave a sombrero . . ."
But then, it was probably a coincidence, he just realized that he could probably knock one of the bars down, so he tried, without attracting attention, to use the energy of a ki ball, to melt one of the bars, but he realized that a ki ball would be too bright, and it would take a while. So he did the next thing that came to his mind, he bashed one of the bars with his shoulder, the bar hit the ground with a loud crash and Trunks quickly leapt through the gap.
He decided that now wasn't the best time to do a victory dance, so he dashed, or in his case, wobbled down the hallway, and tried his best to find where Pan's voice had come from, and then he suddenly realized that she might not be in the best of situations, so he quickened his steps. And he stopped in front of the last doorway of the hall.
God, he hoped that she was playing Nintendo or something because he heard her voice again,
"GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF OF ME!"
Maybe she was playing a Mortal Combat video game, and her opponent had her in some special move. Or maybe she was playing Super Mario Bros. Melee and was Captain Falcon or something.
So he took a deep breath and prepared himself for whatever sight he might come across and when he dashed into the room, nothing could have prepared him for what was occurring in front of him, and let's just say, he did not like what he saw at all.
~*~
I must say, that was an evil cliffy, wasn't it?
Well, review then, and maybe I'll get the next chapter up faster . . . and I will give . . . Vegeta plushies to all those who review! *points to large pile of Vegeta plushies*
So review if you want a limited edition Vegeta plushie!
*Sorry, the whole thing did not download last time, that's why it was soooooooooo short*
-Juuanangou4ever