A/N: Err... yea it's me. . I'm not too happy right now... so I'm
writing... and it will probably suck. Life sucks, especially my life. Ok...
plz r/r... I don't really have the patience or mood to write that long of
an A/N right now.
Disclaimer: God, how many friggin times is this told? It's not mine already, god damnit! Who would be so god damn dumb as to claim it theirs when practically the whole world knows that it belongs to that Akira person or whatever. Oh wow, I'm pissed.
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Chapter 3: Illusions
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Sorry Pan.
I couldn't help it. It hurt so much. I'm sorry.
Love always, Videl
Tiny tear droplets fell onto the crinkled paper that was attached to the front door. Pan couldn't contain herself, as she couldn't help but scream at the top of her lungs. She cried. She cried as much as her eyes would let tears fall. (Doesn't make sense but what the hell...)
There lay her mother's body. On the living room floor. Crimson red blood was soaking into the carpet. A hole in the left area of her chest.
She was dead. She had committed suicide. A ki blast through the heart.
Pan dropped to her knees, releasing the crumpled note into her hand to the floor. She buried her face into her hands, crying her heart out.
She felt as if someone had sliced a piece of her away. There was now another hole in addition to all the other holes that had been penetrated through her heart and her mind. (wow this is crap)
* * *
She turned her head, tossing her hair to the left, looking behind her while she ran; as she was told.
The "creature" she had thought she had loved, dressed in saiyan armor twisted a cruel smile onto his face as he held a ball of power in one hand, and a certain black haired, blue-eyed female in his other hand. A cackle was let out as the ki blast was released to Videl's chest. The unconscious female was hit. The hit was to her heart, blowing a hole into the her body. Her limbs fell numb.
Another laugh.
Pan stopped, unable to continue. She had just witnessed her mother's death. Her mother's death was all because of betrayal.
"Come on, Pan!" A shrill voice cried as a tug was felt at Pan's arm.
She looked to the source of the voice. It was Bra, Trunks' sister. Their similarities were great.
Pan blinked.
This wasn't sweet old Bra. This was NOT Bra. She wouldn't be deceived or tricked again. This was SURELY the enemy.
"NO," Pan screeched as she ripped her arm from Bra's grip.
Pan ran. (rhymes!) She ran as fast as she could, trying hard to block out "Bra's" voice calling her name repetitively.
Her heart raced, her breath quickened. She was in a forest. At a shadowy patch of land deep in the woods.
"Pan," A breeze hit, something was calling to her. Something was singing her name.
She struggled to ignore the singing-the voice. She would not give in to the spell she knew it was trying to cast.
How did she know?
She didn't.
A familiar pain returned its presence to her stomach.
It was that feeling again. She held her belly, groveling at the pain.
"Paaan," The voice continued singing her name. It almost sounded sooting to her. Like a lullaby. Her eyelids felt heavy, her eyes wanted to rest. Her vision blurred. She was slowly giving into the singing.
No.
Her eyes bolted open, seeing a figure.
Black hair and blue eyes. A woman. A Saiyan. Videl.
"Pan, honey," her hand reached to touch Pan's cheek. "Come home to mommy,"
She was confused. Hadn't she just seen Videl killed?
"Mom?" Pan asked. Videl's hand lurked closer to her face.
"Yes, daughter," Her voice was soft and freakishly fluent.
"But... You're..." Pan started.
"But I'm what, dear?" The figure inquired, pausing her movement.
"But you're... dead," Pan said at last. Confusion shone in her big onyx eyes.
A bloody puncture appeared in the figure's chest. Its hand reached up to the wound, blood contaminating it.
"Oops!" Videl's figure said sarcastically with a twinge of evil. Her face was plastered with a warped smirk, her fang-like teeth bearing.
Pan's eyes widened with shock. Was this an illusion?
Suddenly, claw-like hands lunged towards Pan's neck. She screamed.
* * * She heard herself sceram, her breath still ragged and heavy. She threw herself to be on all fours, her head hanging down while presperation formed on her forehead.
Another illusion? A vision?
What was this supposed to mean?
Trunks?
Her heart wrenched at the thought of him. Of Trunks.
She couldn't understand why.
She looked up, her mother's body before her. Her heart jumped as she got up and ran to her old room, locking the door behind her. She sat on the bed, thinking back to her "vision", to the voices, to her mother.
A shot of fear raced through her veins.
These were illusions.
All illusions.
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Trunks' heart jumped. There was something wrong with Pan.
~ ~ ~
She laughed quietly to herself, closing her eyes to rest them from the stare of the crystal sphere.
So the visions she was making the young female saiyan recall and suffer through was working.
Everything was going very well.
This was all very satisfying.
Very satisfying indeed.
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A/N: Yeah that's it! Whoa! Got this sudden spurt of inspiration! It was 3:16 AM when I finished writing... I started around 2 AM, I believe! Well, I'm gonna crash for tonight! Luv always! PLZ R/R!!!!
STAY TUNED!
-mrchezzysnickers
-mrchezzy@hotmail.com
*Special thanks to S saiyan Vegeta4013! I saw your review, and wanted to say thanks! No one ever wastes their time and energy like that to write a LONG and FLATTERING review like that about me! I'm glad u feel that way about my writing, but I'm sure there are many more authors on ff.net that are way better than me! I should be considered an amature! Ahh! Well, luv always! Thank u again! ^__^
Disclaimer: God, how many friggin times is this told? It's not mine already, god damnit! Who would be so god damn dumb as to claim it theirs when practically the whole world knows that it belongs to that Akira person or whatever. Oh wow, I'm pissed.
~ ~ ~
Chapter 3: Illusions
~ ~ ~
Sorry Pan.
I couldn't help it. It hurt so much. I'm sorry.
Love always, Videl
Tiny tear droplets fell onto the crinkled paper that was attached to the front door. Pan couldn't contain herself, as she couldn't help but scream at the top of her lungs. She cried. She cried as much as her eyes would let tears fall. (Doesn't make sense but what the hell...)
There lay her mother's body. On the living room floor. Crimson red blood was soaking into the carpet. A hole in the left area of her chest.
She was dead. She had committed suicide. A ki blast through the heart.
Pan dropped to her knees, releasing the crumpled note into her hand to the floor. She buried her face into her hands, crying her heart out.
She felt as if someone had sliced a piece of her away. There was now another hole in addition to all the other holes that had been penetrated through her heart and her mind. (wow this is crap)
* * *
She turned her head, tossing her hair to the left, looking behind her while she ran; as she was told.
The "creature" she had thought she had loved, dressed in saiyan armor twisted a cruel smile onto his face as he held a ball of power in one hand, and a certain black haired, blue-eyed female in his other hand. A cackle was let out as the ki blast was released to Videl's chest. The unconscious female was hit. The hit was to her heart, blowing a hole into the her body. Her limbs fell numb.
Another laugh.
Pan stopped, unable to continue. She had just witnessed her mother's death. Her mother's death was all because of betrayal.
"Come on, Pan!" A shrill voice cried as a tug was felt at Pan's arm.
She looked to the source of the voice. It was Bra, Trunks' sister. Their similarities were great.
Pan blinked.
This wasn't sweet old Bra. This was NOT Bra. She wouldn't be deceived or tricked again. This was SURELY the enemy.
"NO," Pan screeched as she ripped her arm from Bra's grip.
Pan ran. (rhymes!) She ran as fast as she could, trying hard to block out "Bra's" voice calling her name repetitively.
Her heart raced, her breath quickened. She was in a forest. At a shadowy patch of land deep in the woods.
"Pan," A breeze hit, something was calling to her. Something was singing her name.
She struggled to ignore the singing-the voice. She would not give in to the spell she knew it was trying to cast.
How did she know?
She didn't.
A familiar pain returned its presence to her stomach.
It was that feeling again. She held her belly, groveling at the pain.
"Paaan," The voice continued singing her name. It almost sounded sooting to her. Like a lullaby. Her eyelids felt heavy, her eyes wanted to rest. Her vision blurred. She was slowly giving into the singing.
No.
Her eyes bolted open, seeing a figure.
Black hair and blue eyes. A woman. A Saiyan. Videl.
"Pan, honey," her hand reached to touch Pan's cheek. "Come home to mommy,"
She was confused. Hadn't she just seen Videl killed?
"Mom?" Pan asked. Videl's hand lurked closer to her face.
"Yes, daughter," Her voice was soft and freakishly fluent.
"But... You're..." Pan started.
"But I'm what, dear?" The figure inquired, pausing her movement.
"But you're... dead," Pan said at last. Confusion shone in her big onyx eyes.
A bloody puncture appeared in the figure's chest. Its hand reached up to the wound, blood contaminating it.
"Oops!" Videl's figure said sarcastically with a twinge of evil. Her face was plastered with a warped smirk, her fang-like teeth bearing.
Pan's eyes widened with shock. Was this an illusion?
Suddenly, claw-like hands lunged towards Pan's neck. She screamed.
* * * She heard herself sceram, her breath still ragged and heavy. She threw herself to be on all fours, her head hanging down while presperation formed on her forehead.
Another illusion? A vision?
What was this supposed to mean?
Trunks?
Her heart wrenched at the thought of him. Of Trunks.
She couldn't understand why.
She looked up, her mother's body before her. Her heart jumped as she got up and ran to her old room, locking the door behind her. She sat on the bed, thinking back to her "vision", to the voices, to her mother.
A shot of fear raced through her veins.
These were illusions.
All illusions.
~ ~ ~
Trunks' heart jumped. There was something wrong with Pan.
~ ~ ~
She laughed quietly to herself, closing her eyes to rest them from the stare of the crystal sphere.
So the visions she was making the young female saiyan recall and suffer through was working.
Everything was going very well.
This was all very satisfying.
Very satisfying indeed.
~ ~ ~
A/N: Yeah that's it! Whoa! Got this sudden spurt of inspiration! It was 3:16 AM when I finished writing... I started around 2 AM, I believe! Well, I'm gonna crash for tonight! Luv always! PLZ R/R!!!!
STAY TUNED!
-mrchezzysnickers
-mrchezzy@hotmail.com
*Special thanks to S saiyan Vegeta4013! I saw your review, and wanted to say thanks! No one ever wastes their time and energy like that to write a LONG and FLATTERING review like that about me! I'm glad u feel that way about my writing, but I'm sure there are many more authors on ff.net that are way better than me! I should be considered an amature! Ahh! Well, luv always! Thank u again! ^__^