A/N: Well, I guess I lied which is a good thing for you because it turns
out that this is not the last chapter! ^^
Cat: She realized that there was too much to cram into one chapter and so it seems that we're trying for a solid fourteen chapters!
AG: *Jumps for joy* Uh ha, that's right so Cat would you?
Cat: Of course. As stated in previous attempts to prove our innocence, we don't own DBZ. Thank you and enjoy the read.
***
The night became red in a blur of hatred and confusion. Trunks eyes brimmed with tears as he looked down at Angels lifeless form. They spilled down his cheeks when he closed his eyes tight in an attempt to shut out the pain, the guilt, and the remorse that had become apart of him.
The bystanders shook their heads in disgust and turned away, many of them leaving as if nothing had happened. The prince glared at them, daring them to start gossiping about the scenario that had just taken place. The guards had left their posts, some to search for the king and others to return to the castle. But Trunks stayed and wept openly for his lost love.
His tears would never stop flowing, and the pain would never go away. They fell softly on her slowly paling cheek and rolled silently down her neck. Her smile would never dance on her lips again and he would never see her eyes shine with the playful mischief that he missed already. And it was all because of his ignorance.
Numbly, he regained the courage to move and lifted her body gently off his lap and stood up. Her head fell back off his shoulder and her hair swung limply in the light breeze that swirled by. He blinked at the sight fighting back the urge to collapse and give up. Just to fall into a world of nothingness never to return. A solitary realm of blank space where no one could find him ever again.
Instead, he turned to face the cool night air with an expression of pure hatred and defeat. His face was smeared with dirt and tears and his hands were stained with her blood. He bowed his head and walked through the remaining crowd on unstable legs. Some murmured, some of them cried but none of them new the real story. None of them would ever understand.
Trunks lifted his head sadly when he sensed the ki of his father heading back. But then he sensed another as well, it was---
"Bra." Trunks whispered when he saw his mother and sister running down the street. They were ignoring the gracious curtsies and bows they were receiving. He swallowed hard and looked up into his mother's soft eyes. They took one look at Angel and backed up, not believing the sight of the form that lay in Trunks stained arms.
"He's coming back." Trunks whispered quietly.
Bulma was speechless, her hand went to her mouth and it looked like Bra was going to be sick. She kept repeating "how could he?" over and over but her brother didn't have the heart to explain why. Bra sank to her knees, tears trailing down her flawless cheeks as she shook with rage. Her energy flared and even Bulma took a step back, then looked at Trunks. Vegeta was getting closer; he would be there any second.
The queen lifted her hand and placed it meaningfully on her son's moist cheek.
"Go." She whispered quietly then closed her eyes and took a step back.
Without another word, he lifted of the ground and slowly made his way back to the castle.
Bra stood up and turned to face the wrath of her fath-no, the wrath of the king. Her father was dead.
***
Pan was crying so hard she wasn't making any noise. She'd slipped from her mother's arms to the floor and remained there while everyone stared at her sadly. Gohan moved to speak or comfort her in some way but Goku stopped him with a knowing glance. He nodded and ushered everyone from the room till only Goku remained.
"There was nothing you could have done." Goku started sympathetically. Pans shoulders shook, as her sobs became more and more audible. She glared at her grandfather angrily, his ignorance only making her feel worse.
"There was plenty I could've done."
"Why didn't you?"
Her eyes widened at the question, and she bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling.
"You see?" He said, his eyes a shade darker than normal. "She didn't want us to interfere, you were only respecting the wish of a friend."
She stared at him for a moment and he stared back, the silence resounding of the walls was deafening. She nodded finally, excepting the fact that her grandpa was telling the truth. He gave her a weary smile and stood up.
"Would you like some water?"
She nodded again but refused to stand. She couldn't move, everything had come crashing down so fast she was afraid the floor might do the same had she the will to get up.
Goku filled a glass with water and bent down to hand it to her. She held out her hand to take it but when he let go it came crashing down to the floor. Glass and water sprayed everywhere but Pan didn't flinch. The others came running and Goku cold only blink in confusion. He turned to them and shrugged but Gohan stepped forward.
"What happened?"
Everyone was watching Pan. She was shaking, her eyes wide with an uncertain expression. When she finally acknowledged them her eyes filled with tears again.
"It's---"
***
Vegeta flew through the sky at amazing speeds. He was furious to say the least. His energy flared making him transform and his rage had blurred his vision. He could no longer sense Angel but it did little to cheer him up.
How dare he? Who did his son think he was? Vegeta was the king not Trunks! He would teach that boy his place; no one lifted a finger to him, no one!
When he touched down he was surprised that his opponent was not Trunks, instead, he was faced with a furious Bulma and an energy pumped Bra. He might have flinched if there weren't people watching but on instinct he took a step back. Bra's head was bowed and her blue locks fell over her face, hiding it from view. She tilted her head up and glared at him her voice dripping with venom.
"Hello daddy, did you have a nice afternoon?"
***
Trunks entered his room through the window trying hard to avoid the horrified look on the boy's face. He placed her gently on his bed, ignoring the stains that spread across the comforter. The boy walked up next to him with a look of pure disgust on his face.
"Your father did this?" He asked Trunks softly.
The boy received no reply and watched as the prince's blank eyes stared at her pale features. Unconsciously he brushed a few strands of hair from her face but left his hand resting there, his thumb stroking her cheek.
"But how could he make her suffer like that? She's---"
"Dead." Trunks finished for him.
The boy looked from her to him and back in confusion. "No, I was going to say nearly dead."
Trunks head snapped up at the statement, he whirled around and grabbed the young boy by the shoulders.
"What do you mean nearly, her energy is GONE."
The boy shook his head and broke away from Trunks. "No it only seems that way." He said confidentially. Trunks didn't like to be toyed with; he stood up and glared at the youngster.
"Explain."
The little one hurried over to the bedside and lifted one of Angel's hands off its surface. Trunks nearly screamed; the energy bands were still on her wrists.
"She still has some left but---"
Trunks scooped Angel back up and ran down the hall without looking back. Being careful with her on the stairs he made it to the lab. Gently, he placed her in a chair and unlocked the energy. The bands fell away leaving burned wrists behind. Tears filled his eyes again when he saw her chest heave as she took in a long, deep, breath. Unfortunately though she didn't wake up, but at least---at least she was alive. Again he lifted her and placed her body into a recovery tank. With the oxygen mask placed firmly over her nose and mouth, he watched hopefully as her hair swirled around in the water.
"Angel please, don't leave me."
***
"Angel!" Pan yelled. Suddenly everyone's head faced the window as they took in the familiar ki.
"Alright!" Said Goten jumping into the air.
"Wait." Goku stated dryly. He looked at them and sighed. "It's not over yet."
***
The crowd had formed again, this time around the fight that was taking place. Bra's rage had exploded and even Vegeta wasn't ready for it. He had dropped out of his SSJ form before she'd attacked and now lacked the energy he needed to regain it. Bra had mercilessly beat her father into the ground, the sky, and a few onlookers who were apparently too close.
"WHY?" She shrieked as she rained down on him with a fury of punches. Surprisingly, he found himself openly accepting her attack. Suddenly, nothing made sense. He was the strongest fighter; he was the king. How could he let some worthless third class warrior come between him and his family?
Bulma stood back and watched unsure of what to do. Somehow "mind your father dear," didn't seem appropriate.
Vegeta hit the ground and welcomed the darkness that took him; Bra's cries echoing through his head.
***
Trunks eyes drooped, longing for sleep. He fought to keep them open but it was useless. Suddenly, he was in a world of light.
Trunks opened his eyes to find a void of nothingness, he was standing on something solid and yet there was nothing beneath his feet. He looked around curiously at the white mist that swirled on as far as the eye could see.
"Hello?" He called cupping his hands around his mouth. All he received for an answer was the faint echo of his own words. He wasn't sure if he should take a step forward for fear of being lost to the mist. He hesitated, and wondered if flying was a better choice.
"Do not fear the unknown." Came a strong voice from behind him. Trunks stiffened, that voice sounded like---
He turned around slowly and caught a glimpse of the figure in the mist. It began as a shadow and slowly becoming more defined and visible. Trunks could not stifle his gasp of surprise.
"It's, not possible---"
***
A/N: Well there you have it and I must say that I'm glad it isn't ending yet. Phew, but I'll still be looking for input on a sequel. Right now it's looking pretty good so get ready!
Cat: Well next time Trunks meets *static interrupts* and Vegeta *static* then Bra and Bulma *static* and after that they *static* -_-; What is wrong with this microphone?
AG: We'll see you soon! 0.~*
Cat: She realized that there was too much to cram into one chapter and so it seems that we're trying for a solid fourteen chapters!
AG: *Jumps for joy* Uh ha, that's right so Cat would you?
Cat: Of course. As stated in previous attempts to prove our innocence, we don't own DBZ. Thank you and enjoy the read.
***
The night became red in a blur of hatred and confusion. Trunks eyes brimmed with tears as he looked down at Angels lifeless form. They spilled down his cheeks when he closed his eyes tight in an attempt to shut out the pain, the guilt, and the remorse that had become apart of him.
The bystanders shook their heads in disgust and turned away, many of them leaving as if nothing had happened. The prince glared at them, daring them to start gossiping about the scenario that had just taken place. The guards had left their posts, some to search for the king and others to return to the castle. But Trunks stayed and wept openly for his lost love.
His tears would never stop flowing, and the pain would never go away. They fell softly on her slowly paling cheek and rolled silently down her neck. Her smile would never dance on her lips again and he would never see her eyes shine with the playful mischief that he missed already. And it was all because of his ignorance.
Numbly, he regained the courage to move and lifted her body gently off his lap and stood up. Her head fell back off his shoulder and her hair swung limply in the light breeze that swirled by. He blinked at the sight fighting back the urge to collapse and give up. Just to fall into a world of nothingness never to return. A solitary realm of blank space where no one could find him ever again.
Instead, he turned to face the cool night air with an expression of pure hatred and defeat. His face was smeared with dirt and tears and his hands were stained with her blood. He bowed his head and walked through the remaining crowd on unstable legs. Some murmured, some of them cried but none of them new the real story. None of them would ever understand.
Trunks lifted his head sadly when he sensed the ki of his father heading back. But then he sensed another as well, it was---
"Bra." Trunks whispered when he saw his mother and sister running down the street. They were ignoring the gracious curtsies and bows they were receiving. He swallowed hard and looked up into his mother's soft eyes. They took one look at Angel and backed up, not believing the sight of the form that lay in Trunks stained arms.
"He's coming back." Trunks whispered quietly.
Bulma was speechless, her hand went to her mouth and it looked like Bra was going to be sick. She kept repeating "how could he?" over and over but her brother didn't have the heart to explain why. Bra sank to her knees, tears trailing down her flawless cheeks as she shook with rage. Her energy flared and even Bulma took a step back, then looked at Trunks. Vegeta was getting closer; he would be there any second.
The queen lifted her hand and placed it meaningfully on her son's moist cheek.
"Go." She whispered quietly then closed her eyes and took a step back.
Without another word, he lifted of the ground and slowly made his way back to the castle.
Bra stood up and turned to face the wrath of her fath-no, the wrath of the king. Her father was dead.
***
Pan was crying so hard she wasn't making any noise. She'd slipped from her mother's arms to the floor and remained there while everyone stared at her sadly. Gohan moved to speak or comfort her in some way but Goku stopped him with a knowing glance. He nodded and ushered everyone from the room till only Goku remained.
"There was nothing you could have done." Goku started sympathetically. Pans shoulders shook, as her sobs became more and more audible. She glared at her grandfather angrily, his ignorance only making her feel worse.
"There was plenty I could've done."
"Why didn't you?"
Her eyes widened at the question, and she bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling.
"You see?" He said, his eyes a shade darker than normal. "She didn't want us to interfere, you were only respecting the wish of a friend."
She stared at him for a moment and he stared back, the silence resounding of the walls was deafening. She nodded finally, excepting the fact that her grandpa was telling the truth. He gave her a weary smile and stood up.
"Would you like some water?"
She nodded again but refused to stand. She couldn't move, everything had come crashing down so fast she was afraid the floor might do the same had she the will to get up.
Goku filled a glass with water and bent down to hand it to her. She held out her hand to take it but when he let go it came crashing down to the floor. Glass and water sprayed everywhere but Pan didn't flinch. The others came running and Goku cold only blink in confusion. He turned to them and shrugged but Gohan stepped forward.
"What happened?"
Everyone was watching Pan. She was shaking, her eyes wide with an uncertain expression. When she finally acknowledged them her eyes filled with tears again.
"It's---"
***
Vegeta flew through the sky at amazing speeds. He was furious to say the least. His energy flared making him transform and his rage had blurred his vision. He could no longer sense Angel but it did little to cheer him up.
How dare he? Who did his son think he was? Vegeta was the king not Trunks! He would teach that boy his place; no one lifted a finger to him, no one!
When he touched down he was surprised that his opponent was not Trunks, instead, he was faced with a furious Bulma and an energy pumped Bra. He might have flinched if there weren't people watching but on instinct he took a step back. Bra's head was bowed and her blue locks fell over her face, hiding it from view. She tilted her head up and glared at him her voice dripping with venom.
"Hello daddy, did you have a nice afternoon?"
***
Trunks entered his room through the window trying hard to avoid the horrified look on the boy's face. He placed her gently on his bed, ignoring the stains that spread across the comforter. The boy walked up next to him with a look of pure disgust on his face.
"Your father did this?" He asked Trunks softly.
The boy received no reply and watched as the prince's blank eyes stared at her pale features. Unconsciously he brushed a few strands of hair from her face but left his hand resting there, his thumb stroking her cheek.
"But how could he make her suffer like that? She's---"
"Dead." Trunks finished for him.
The boy looked from her to him and back in confusion. "No, I was going to say nearly dead."
Trunks head snapped up at the statement, he whirled around and grabbed the young boy by the shoulders.
"What do you mean nearly, her energy is GONE."
The boy shook his head and broke away from Trunks. "No it only seems that way." He said confidentially. Trunks didn't like to be toyed with; he stood up and glared at the youngster.
"Explain."
The little one hurried over to the bedside and lifted one of Angel's hands off its surface. Trunks nearly screamed; the energy bands were still on her wrists.
"She still has some left but---"
Trunks scooped Angel back up and ran down the hall without looking back. Being careful with her on the stairs he made it to the lab. Gently, he placed her in a chair and unlocked the energy. The bands fell away leaving burned wrists behind. Tears filled his eyes again when he saw her chest heave as she took in a long, deep, breath. Unfortunately though she didn't wake up, but at least---at least she was alive. Again he lifted her and placed her body into a recovery tank. With the oxygen mask placed firmly over her nose and mouth, he watched hopefully as her hair swirled around in the water.
"Angel please, don't leave me."
***
"Angel!" Pan yelled. Suddenly everyone's head faced the window as they took in the familiar ki.
"Alright!" Said Goten jumping into the air.
"Wait." Goku stated dryly. He looked at them and sighed. "It's not over yet."
***
The crowd had formed again, this time around the fight that was taking place. Bra's rage had exploded and even Vegeta wasn't ready for it. He had dropped out of his SSJ form before she'd attacked and now lacked the energy he needed to regain it. Bra had mercilessly beat her father into the ground, the sky, and a few onlookers who were apparently too close.
"WHY?" She shrieked as she rained down on him with a fury of punches. Surprisingly, he found himself openly accepting her attack. Suddenly, nothing made sense. He was the strongest fighter; he was the king. How could he let some worthless third class warrior come between him and his family?
Bulma stood back and watched unsure of what to do. Somehow "mind your father dear," didn't seem appropriate.
Vegeta hit the ground and welcomed the darkness that took him; Bra's cries echoing through his head.
***
Trunks eyes drooped, longing for sleep. He fought to keep them open but it was useless. Suddenly, he was in a world of light.
Trunks opened his eyes to find a void of nothingness, he was standing on something solid and yet there was nothing beneath his feet. He looked around curiously at the white mist that swirled on as far as the eye could see.
"Hello?" He called cupping his hands around his mouth. All he received for an answer was the faint echo of his own words. He wasn't sure if he should take a step forward for fear of being lost to the mist. He hesitated, and wondered if flying was a better choice.
"Do not fear the unknown." Came a strong voice from behind him. Trunks stiffened, that voice sounded like---
He turned around slowly and caught a glimpse of the figure in the mist. It began as a shadow and slowly becoming more defined and visible. Trunks could not stifle his gasp of surprise.
"It's, not possible---"
***
A/N: Well there you have it and I must say that I'm glad it isn't ending yet. Phew, but I'll still be looking for input on a sequel. Right now it's looking pretty good so get ready!
Cat: Well next time Trunks meets *static interrupts* and Vegeta *static* then Bra and Bulma *static* and after that they *static* -_-; What is wrong with this microphone?
AG: We'll see you soon! 0.~*