Well I guess you guys liked my story. Thx for reviewing. If I made my stories longer then it wouldn't be so suspenseful. But this chapter may be a bit longer than the last.
Last Chapter
I could now see that the figure was a male by the way his body was shaped. I backed up into the cave until I felt the wall behind me.
Chapter 2 - Mending wounds
"Trunks," I called out again as the figure came closer. He was now standing less than two yards away from me. Then, suddenly, *Crack*. I felt a sharp pain on my stomach and fell to the floor. *Crack* Again the sharp pain came to me this time on my legs. I now realized that the item that created the pain was a whip. To think, Princess Pan of Vegeta (A/N Oooook let me explain. Goku and Vegeta fight. Goku wins. Son family takes over Vegeta and Vegeta's family lives out their lives as beggers. Trunks knows of his heritage and knows about the Son family. Pan doesn't know about the fight and thinks that her family has been ruling Vegeta forever. Got it?) was being beaten without mercy. Again and Again the hard lashes came down upon my skin until it finally stopped.
"Who are you," I could barely whisper, the pain was almost unbearable, "what do you want?"
"Where's the boy," the voice was harsh and the tone dangerous, "where is Trunks?"
"I don't know," I whispered. Then the lashes began again. Just as I was about to give up hope on Trunks coming back, when I heard his voice.
"Pan! What have you done to her," his ki level(A/N everyone can raise their ki in this fic) raised immensely.
"Ah, Trunks. My, you've grown since the last time I tried to kill you, "the man spoke slowly and with humor.
Then, I heard a scuffle and opened my eyes to see the two men atop one another fighting like children. When Trunks had throw the other man off of him with a small ki blast he looked at me. Silently I looked to the sword next to his armor which was on the ground. He followed my gaze and grabbed the sword. Taking the sword he began swinging at the man with practiced skill. Suddenly the man disappeared. Trunks, sword in hand, just stood and look where the other man had been a moment ago.
I looked up at him as he knelt by my side carefully picking me up.
"Are you alright, Pan," then blackness.
When I came to I was on a soft bed with a fire burning quietly next to me. I felt dizzy and couldn't focus my eyes. Finally, I regained full consciousness. I tried to sit up but a sharp pain spread throughout my entire body and I figured that that wasn't such a good idea. That's when I notice the purple blob near my knees. I smiled at Trunks' sleeping figure as he half lay half knelt by the side of the bed which I was in. Laying back once more I closed my eyes and tried to recollect what all had happened.
"How you feelin'," asked a voice from the foot of the bed.
Startled, for I though he was asleep I responded.
"I am fine. How about you," I only let a hint of concern escape in my tone.
"You don't need to worry about me, right now it is best if you just relaxed," he stated. As he stood he cringed a little and held his stomach but regain his composure and walked to the other side of the cave. When he came back he had a small first aid kit.
Gently, he pulled back the sheet which was covering my battered body.
"I mended some of your larger cuts when you were asleep. You look much better now than you did before," he made it sound like I had been out for days.
"How long was I out?"
"Just a few hours," he slowly lifted the shirt I was wearing which I now realized wasn't mine. He carefully undid and redid the bandages covering my stomach and placed the shirt back over them.
"Where are my clothes," I asked as a shade of red tint formed on his cheeks.
They were very tattered, so I let you borrow some of mine. I though you might be more comfortable in these."
He stood up again and this time almost fell back down. It was then I noticed the large gash on his stomach.
"Trunks," I said slowly and painfully getting out of the bed, "why didn't you tend to your own wound?"
"It's not that bad....."
"Trunks lay down on the bed and I will tend to it," he lay down and I carefully removed his shirt, "Geez, Trunks, look at this. You should have taken care of this before."
I was taking care of you and I just...well....fell asleep, "he replied with an inoccent look on his face.
I softly said thank you and returned my attention to his cut. It was pretty deep and would most likely need stitches.
"Trunks, you need to see a doctor."
"No," he replied quickly attempting to get up but I put my hand on his chest and gently but forcefully pushed him back down.
"Yes, you do."
"No, I can't see a doctor. You wouldn't understand if I told you."
"Then make me understand."
Well, now that that's over with. What's going to happen? Hehe I know you don't!! Find out next chapter.
Last Chapter
I could now see that the figure was a male by the way his body was shaped. I backed up into the cave until I felt the wall behind me.
Chapter 2 - Mending wounds
"Trunks," I called out again as the figure came closer. He was now standing less than two yards away from me. Then, suddenly, *Crack*. I felt a sharp pain on my stomach and fell to the floor. *Crack* Again the sharp pain came to me this time on my legs. I now realized that the item that created the pain was a whip. To think, Princess Pan of Vegeta (A/N Oooook let me explain. Goku and Vegeta fight. Goku wins. Son family takes over Vegeta and Vegeta's family lives out their lives as beggers. Trunks knows of his heritage and knows about the Son family. Pan doesn't know about the fight and thinks that her family has been ruling Vegeta forever. Got it?) was being beaten without mercy. Again and Again the hard lashes came down upon my skin until it finally stopped.
"Who are you," I could barely whisper, the pain was almost unbearable, "what do you want?"
"Where's the boy," the voice was harsh and the tone dangerous, "where is Trunks?"
"I don't know," I whispered. Then the lashes began again. Just as I was about to give up hope on Trunks coming back, when I heard his voice.
"Pan! What have you done to her," his ki level(A/N everyone can raise their ki in this fic) raised immensely.
"Ah, Trunks. My, you've grown since the last time I tried to kill you, "the man spoke slowly and with humor.
Then, I heard a scuffle and opened my eyes to see the two men atop one another fighting like children. When Trunks had throw the other man off of him with a small ki blast he looked at me. Silently I looked to the sword next to his armor which was on the ground. He followed my gaze and grabbed the sword. Taking the sword he began swinging at the man with practiced skill. Suddenly the man disappeared. Trunks, sword in hand, just stood and look where the other man had been a moment ago.
I looked up at him as he knelt by my side carefully picking me up.
"Are you alright, Pan," then blackness.
When I came to I was on a soft bed with a fire burning quietly next to me. I felt dizzy and couldn't focus my eyes. Finally, I regained full consciousness. I tried to sit up but a sharp pain spread throughout my entire body and I figured that that wasn't such a good idea. That's when I notice the purple blob near my knees. I smiled at Trunks' sleeping figure as he half lay half knelt by the side of the bed which I was in. Laying back once more I closed my eyes and tried to recollect what all had happened.
"How you feelin'," asked a voice from the foot of the bed.
Startled, for I though he was asleep I responded.
"I am fine. How about you," I only let a hint of concern escape in my tone.
"You don't need to worry about me, right now it is best if you just relaxed," he stated. As he stood he cringed a little and held his stomach but regain his composure and walked to the other side of the cave. When he came back he had a small first aid kit.
Gently, he pulled back the sheet which was covering my battered body.
"I mended some of your larger cuts when you were asleep. You look much better now than you did before," he made it sound like I had been out for days.
"How long was I out?"
"Just a few hours," he slowly lifted the shirt I was wearing which I now realized wasn't mine. He carefully undid and redid the bandages covering my stomach and placed the shirt back over them.
"Where are my clothes," I asked as a shade of red tint formed on his cheeks.
They were very tattered, so I let you borrow some of mine. I though you might be more comfortable in these."
He stood up again and this time almost fell back down. It was then I noticed the large gash on his stomach.
"Trunks," I said slowly and painfully getting out of the bed, "why didn't you tend to your own wound?"
"It's not that bad....."
"Trunks lay down on the bed and I will tend to it," he lay down and I carefully removed his shirt, "Geez, Trunks, look at this. You should have taken care of this before."
I was taking care of you and I just...well....fell asleep, "he replied with an inoccent look on his face.
I softly said thank you and returned my attention to his cut. It was pretty deep and would most likely need stitches.
"Trunks, you need to see a doctor."
"No," he replied quickly attempting to get up but I put my hand on his chest and gently but forcefully pushed him back down.
"Yes, you do."
"No, I can't see a doctor. You wouldn't understand if I told you."
"Then make me understand."
Well, now that that's over with. What's going to happen? Hehe I know you don't!! Find out next chapter.