The Meaning of Love
Disclaimer: Me? Own Dragon Ball Z? HAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *cough, cough* Okay. I'm done now.
Chapter One ^_^
A fifteen year old girl stumbled through the snow awkwardly. She clutched a small bundle tightly to her breast. She grabbed a part of her brown cloak, and used it to cover her face from the blazing blizzard. She glanced back, and could only make out small black out lines.
'If I can make it to a town, or village, I'll be fine. God help me. Please, let the babe live!'
The wailing of a small baby emitted from the bundle wrapped in blankets. Small fists emerged, and flailed around as it began to struggle.
"Hush now. No please stop!" The girl screamed as an arrow pierced her back. They were gaining on her, and she knew it. But she couldn't give up hope.
"Stop! STOP!!!!!"
Despite the pain in her back, and legs, she ignored the shouts, and kept running. She slipped on a small patch of ice, and went tumbling in the snow. The small child flew from her arms, and landed in a snow bank.
She scrambled to get it.
"AHHHHHH!!!!!" She screamed in agony as another arrow caught embedded itself in her back. She huddled over the small bundle.
"Hand over the child Pan!" a strong voice said sternly.
"NOOOO!!!!!" I won't let you kill him.
"Hand him over, or die."
She pulled out the arrows in her back, and whimpered before turning around, and facing the men. Tears ran down her smooth cheek. "The so be it. Kill me Goten. Kill me. Dare you do it? Your own flesh and blood?"
"The child is evil. It doesn't belong. I'd be doing it a favour." The man had black hair, and wore proper samourai armor.
The girl, Pan, wore a pink kimono, but it was torn, and stanned with her blood. "It belongs as much as I do. Kill him, and kill me."
The man notched an arrow into his bow, and hesitated.
"Go ahead Goten!" her voice echoed through the forest, and all paused. Even the blizzard had stopped. "You have already pierced my skin. Why not do it again. This time, aim for the heart."
His arms quivered, and a tear rolled down his face. "Don't make me do this Pan." He ground through his teeth.
Pan's face was becoming noticeably whiter. And a large amount of her blood stained the snow covered ground. "Why Goten? He's no different!"
"That thing, is an abomination! It does not deserve to live."
"And what of me Goten? I to am not born of samourai blood."
He swallowed. "Don't make me do it Pan."
"You shall not harm him, whilst I stand. The words father spoke to protect you. Now I stand, and protect Atien. He is no more samourai than I." The small babe, Atien, cried louder.
Goten let tears course down his face. He dropped his bow, and instead, drew his sword, and lunged at her. Pan through her arms open, but the blow never came. In front of her stood a man in black. He was defending her.
She turned around to Atien, and cooed him. Her vision became faint, and her body swayed. She had lost a lot of blood. Soon, her body collapsed on the small child no bigger than the length from her elbow, to the tip of her fingers.
*_* Trunks *_*
He walked quietly through the woods. He always patrolled the forest around this time. Yelling caught his attention.
"Then so be it! Kill me Goten! Kill me! Dare you do it? Your own flesh and blood?" A female voice called. He could hear a hint of pain laced I with her words. He started towards the voices. Careful not to alert them of his coming presence.
"The child is evil. It does not belong. I'd be doing it a favour!" 'A favour?' Trunks thought. Their victim was a small baby? A creature that was so innocent and oblivious to the world, and the things going on around it, was accused of being evil?
The voices were getting louder. "It belongs as much as I do. Kill him, and kill me."
Trunks stopped. This man was willing to kill his own kin?
"Go ahead Goten!" Trunks started running harder. He would not let two innocents be asasinated.
"Don't make me do this Pan."
'Pan? That name sound familiar.' Trunks thought.
*_* Flash back *_*
Trunks gripped his shoulder wound. He was weakened by his lose of blood. A gasp was heard behind him, and he unsheathed his sword ready to attack the person behind him. He stopped as a girl with raven hair, and the most beautiful dark brown eyes ever ran to his aid.
She helped him to a small hut a small distance from where he stood. "Here. Drink this." She offered him a liquid in a cup.
He stared disapprovingly.
"I'm Pan. Who are you?" She smiled, and immediatly, he trusted her. She was to sweet to be the enemy.
"Trunks." He murmered, and accepted the cup greatfully.
^_^ End Flashback ^_^
'I have to help her!' he thought.
"You shall not hurt him, whilst I stand. The words father spoke to protect you. Now I stand and protect Atien. He is no more human than I."
Trunks ran. Ran to the scene as fast as her could, just in time to block a down ward swing from the man.
"Who are you?" The man whom Trunks assumed as Goten asked.
"No matter." Trunks was glad that he had worn his ninja gi today. Other wise, his face would be fully exposed, and the clan would be in trouble. "Why do you trouble this girl. Let alone try to kill your own blood."
"Shut up! This matter does not concern you! Leave, and I shall spare your life."
"I think not."
And with that, the swords clashed. And Trunks jumped back, and pushed off of a tree getting the speed her needed. He made a fake lunge for Goten, and last minute dodged behind him, and pierced his back.
Goten screamed in pain. As much as he hated to admit it, this was the end of his life. And for the most of him, he was glad. He wouldn't have to hurt his loved ones any longer. Let alone Pan.
He brought his sword in a downward swing towards the unknown man, and he blocked. Goten then kicked him in the stomach, and the man fell to the ground. But he stood back up, and lunged at Goten. His sword Ran through Goten's stomach.
Trunks withdrew his sword, and watched as the man fell to the ground. He frowned. It was cold out, and from the quick look he got of the girl, she would freeze if she stayed out any longer. He turned, and found her lying on the snow. Seemingly protecting something.
A wailing caught his attention.
"A baby?"
He walked over, and discovered a small baby boy under the girl. He swallowed. She had lost a lot of blood in the process. Arrows lied by her side. Probably the ones that the man had shot at her. He picked up the baby, and held him close to keep him warm.
He felt the girls neck for a pulse. Surprisingly, it was still there. But it was weak. He did not expect to find one. Her lips were blue, and her face pale. The blood stained snow said it all. He picked up her limp body, and swung her over his shoulder. With the baby in one hand, he took off back into the forest.
'The clan is not going to like this. Especially Marron. God knows that the girl would not even be in the clan had Mother not pittied her.'
He sighed at the thought of having to return to the blonde haired girl whom had guys swooning all over her. Except him, and that mad him game. But like his father said before his death, "You can run, and hide forever, but you can't keep escaping it for eternity."
'In that case, I'll just run from Marron forever. Eternity is a long time from now.'
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Well? What do you think? Should I continue? Do you like it? Well? Tell me! Any who, I just want to tell you guys to check out my bio, because I turned it into sort of like my notice board. What can I say? I kept changing it, so I put it to use! ~_*
Till next time.
Afura ^_^
Disclaimer: Me? Own Dragon Ball Z? HAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *cough, cough* Okay. I'm done now.
Chapter One ^_^
A fifteen year old girl stumbled through the snow awkwardly. She clutched a small bundle tightly to her breast. She grabbed a part of her brown cloak, and used it to cover her face from the blazing blizzard. She glanced back, and could only make out small black out lines.
'If I can make it to a town, or village, I'll be fine. God help me. Please, let the babe live!'
The wailing of a small baby emitted from the bundle wrapped in blankets. Small fists emerged, and flailed around as it began to struggle.
"Hush now. No please stop!" The girl screamed as an arrow pierced her back. They were gaining on her, and she knew it. But she couldn't give up hope.
"Stop! STOP!!!!!"
Despite the pain in her back, and legs, she ignored the shouts, and kept running. She slipped on a small patch of ice, and went tumbling in the snow. The small child flew from her arms, and landed in a snow bank.
She scrambled to get it.
"AHHHHHH!!!!!" She screamed in agony as another arrow caught embedded itself in her back. She huddled over the small bundle.
"Hand over the child Pan!" a strong voice said sternly.
"NOOOO!!!!!" I won't let you kill him.
"Hand him over, or die."
She pulled out the arrows in her back, and whimpered before turning around, and facing the men. Tears ran down her smooth cheek. "The so be it. Kill me Goten. Kill me. Dare you do it? Your own flesh and blood?"
"The child is evil. It doesn't belong. I'd be doing it a favour." The man had black hair, and wore proper samourai armor.
The girl, Pan, wore a pink kimono, but it was torn, and stanned with her blood. "It belongs as much as I do. Kill him, and kill me."
The man notched an arrow into his bow, and hesitated.
"Go ahead Goten!" her voice echoed through the forest, and all paused. Even the blizzard had stopped. "You have already pierced my skin. Why not do it again. This time, aim for the heart."
His arms quivered, and a tear rolled down his face. "Don't make me do this Pan." He ground through his teeth.
Pan's face was becoming noticeably whiter. And a large amount of her blood stained the snow covered ground. "Why Goten? He's no different!"
"That thing, is an abomination! It does not deserve to live."
"And what of me Goten? I to am not born of samourai blood."
He swallowed. "Don't make me do it Pan."
"You shall not harm him, whilst I stand. The words father spoke to protect you. Now I stand, and protect Atien. He is no more samourai than I." The small babe, Atien, cried louder.
Goten let tears course down his face. He dropped his bow, and instead, drew his sword, and lunged at her. Pan through her arms open, but the blow never came. In front of her stood a man in black. He was defending her.
She turned around to Atien, and cooed him. Her vision became faint, and her body swayed. She had lost a lot of blood. Soon, her body collapsed on the small child no bigger than the length from her elbow, to the tip of her fingers.
*_* Trunks *_*
He walked quietly through the woods. He always patrolled the forest around this time. Yelling caught his attention.
"Then so be it! Kill me Goten! Kill me! Dare you do it? Your own flesh and blood?" A female voice called. He could hear a hint of pain laced I with her words. He started towards the voices. Careful not to alert them of his coming presence.
"The child is evil. It does not belong. I'd be doing it a favour!" 'A favour?' Trunks thought. Their victim was a small baby? A creature that was so innocent and oblivious to the world, and the things going on around it, was accused of being evil?
The voices were getting louder. "It belongs as much as I do. Kill him, and kill me."
Trunks stopped. This man was willing to kill his own kin?
"Go ahead Goten!" Trunks started running harder. He would not let two innocents be asasinated.
"Don't make me do this Pan."
'Pan? That name sound familiar.' Trunks thought.
*_* Flash back *_*
Trunks gripped his shoulder wound. He was weakened by his lose of blood. A gasp was heard behind him, and he unsheathed his sword ready to attack the person behind him. He stopped as a girl with raven hair, and the most beautiful dark brown eyes ever ran to his aid.
She helped him to a small hut a small distance from where he stood. "Here. Drink this." She offered him a liquid in a cup.
He stared disapprovingly.
"I'm Pan. Who are you?" She smiled, and immediatly, he trusted her. She was to sweet to be the enemy.
"Trunks." He murmered, and accepted the cup greatfully.
^_^ End Flashback ^_^
'I have to help her!' he thought.
"You shall not hurt him, whilst I stand. The words father spoke to protect you. Now I stand and protect Atien. He is no more human than I."
Trunks ran. Ran to the scene as fast as her could, just in time to block a down ward swing from the man.
"Who are you?" The man whom Trunks assumed as Goten asked.
"No matter." Trunks was glad that he had worn his ninja gi today. Other wise, his face would be fully exposed, and the clan would be in trouble. "Why do you trouble this girl. Let alone try to kill your own blood."
"Shut up! This matter does not concern you! Leave, and I shall spare your life."
"I think not."
And with that, the swords clashed. And Trunks jumped back, and pushed off of a tree getting the speed her needed. He made a fake lunge for Goten, and last minute dodged behind him, and pierced his back.
Goten screamed in pain. As much as he hated to admit it, this was the end of his life. And for the most of him, he was glad. He wouldn't have to hurt his loved ones any longer. Let alone Pan.
He brought his sword in a downward swing towards the unknown man, and he blocked. Goten then kicked him in the stomach, and the man fell to the ground. But he stood back up, and lunged at Goten. His sword Ran through Goten's stomach.
Trunks withdrew his sword, and watched as the man fell to the ground. He frowned. It was cold out, and from the quick look he got of the girl, she would freeze if she stayed out any longer. He turned, and found her lying on the snow. Seemingly protecting something.
A wailing caught his attention.
"A baby?"
He walked over, and discovered a small baby boy under the girl. He swallowed. She had lost a lot of blood in the process. Arrows lied by her side. Probably the ones that the man had shot at her. He picked up the baby, and held him close to keep him warm.
He felt the girls neck for a pulse. Surprisingly, it was still there. But it was weak. He did not expect to find one. Her lips were blue, and her face pale. The blood stained snow said it all. He picked up her limp body, and swung her over his shoulder. With the baby in one hand, he took off back into the forest.
'The clan is not going to like this. Especially Marron. God knows that the girl would not even be in the clan had Mother not pittied her.'
He sighed at the thought of having to return to the blonde haired girl whom had guys swooning all over her. Except him, and that mad him game. But like his father said before his death, "You can run, and hide forever, but you can't keep escaping it for eternity."
'In that case, I'll just run from Marron forever. Eternity is a long time from now.'
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
Well? What do you think? Should I continue? Do you like it? Well? Tell me! Any who, I just want to tell you guys to check out my bio, because I turned it into sort of like my notice board. What can I say? I kept changing it, so I put it to use! ~_*
Till next time.
Afura ^_^
