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Trunks's POV
I didn't know what to think. This big, blue chunk of muscle was trying rather successfully to feel Pan up! I was ready to kill. I immediately shot into supersaiya-jin and charged him. My shout caught him off guard luckily, and I was able to knock him off his feet. The only problem was his grip on Pan was tighter than I expected. She went down with him. I began to pummle the man directly in the face.
"Let her go! Get your grimy hands off of Pan, you Sick Bastard!!" I shouted threateningly. It didn't seem to work. His grip on Pan's wrist was getting tighter. I could tell by the look of pain on her face as she tried to pull free of him. Suddenly I heard a sickenning crack followed by Pan screaming. Her wrist had been snapped in two. The bastard had broken her wrist! That was it! I lept into the air and landed hard on the guy's face. Another crack sounded. I'd broken his neck. I hopped down from him and watched as his head and hands fell limply to the ground. I ran over to Pan and wrapped my arms around her as she cried. I'd never known Pan to so openly cry before. I examined her wrist. The bone had been crushed to powder. No wonder she was in so much pain. There was nothing I could do for her. We were in a strange place, surrounded by strange creatures with no sign of any kind of regeneration tanks.
"Hold on Pan. We're going to get out of here." I tried to comfort her the best I could, but she wasn't responding. She just curled up in my arms, crying. My biggest fear was she would start to go into shock. We didn't have time for that. I raced down the hallway for what seemed like miles. It wasn't until I came up on the blue guy's body that I realised this place was just one big circle. By now, Pan was silently sobbing. Her hand was beginning to turn purple, too. I began to get desperate as I looked for anything that resembled an escape pod or a medical room. I started back around the circle, looking at each door as I passed. That's when I found the pod. I quickly worked to figure out the door and stepped inside. Luckily the controls were picture based and not word based, otherwise, I would have never been able to figure out how to get it to work. I saw Pan try to sit up in my lap and look out the pod window. She let out a sigh of relief and started to sob again, burying her face in my chest as we made our decent back to earth. There was just one problem. When our pod was half-way between the ship and the earth, I saw two more coming our way. But that's not what shocked me the most. It was the design of the ships that did that.
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a/n: Okay, I know it's been forever since I updated this story, and the chapters are really short and slow to start, but I'm working on it. I'm having a serious case of writer's block with this story, so bare with me. I'll do my best.
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Trunks's POV
I didn't know what to think. This big, blue chunk of muscle was trying rather successfully to feel Pan up! I was ready to kill. I immediately shot into supersaiya-jin and charged him. My shout caught him off guard luckily, and I was able to knock him off his feet. The only problem was his grip on Pan was tighter than I expected. She went down with him. I began to pummle the man directly in the face.
"Let her go! Get your grimy hands off of Pan, you Sick Bastard!!" I shouted threateningly. It didn't seem to work. His grip on Pan's wrist was getting tighter. I could tell by the look of pain on her face as she tried to pull free of him. Suddenly I heard a sickenning crack followed by Pan screaming. Her wrist had been snapped in two. The bastard had broken her wrist! That was it! I lept into the air and landed hard on the guy's face. Another crack sounded. I'd broken his neck. I hopped down from him and watched as his head and hands fell limply to the ground. I ran over to Pan and wrapped my arms around her as she cried. I'd never known Pan to so openly cry before. I examined her wrist. The bone had been crushed to powder. No wonder she was in so much pain. There was nothing I could do for her. We were in a strange place, surrounded by strange creatures with no sign of any kind of regeneration tanks.
"Hold on Pan. We're going to get out of here." I tried to comfort her the best I could, but she wasn't responding. She just curled up in my arms, crying. My biggest fear was she would start to go into shock. We didn't have time for that. I raced down the hallway for what seemed like miles. It wasn't until I came up on the blue guy's body that I realised this place was just one big circle. By now, Pan was silently sobbing. Her hand was beginning to turn purple, too. I began to get desperate as I looked for anything that resembled an escape pod or a medical room. I started back around the circle, looking at each door as I passed. That's when I found the pod. I quickly worked to figure out the door and stepped inside. Luckily the controls were picture based and not word based, otherwise, I would have never been able to figure out how to get it to work. I saw Pan try to sit up in my lap and look out the pod window. She let out a sigh of relief and started to sob again, burying her face in my chest as we made our decent back to earth. There was just one problem. When our pod was half-way between the ship and the earth, I saw two more coming our way. But that's not what shocked me the most. It was the design of the ships that did that.
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a/n: Okay, I know it's been forever since I updated this story, and the chapters are really short and slow to start, but I'm working on it. I'm having a serious case of writer's block with this story, so bare with me. I'll do my best.