Tattered Remains Renewed
Chapter 2: Sapphire orbs burn like fire
Son Pan-Chan stood by the side of a killer, not only was he a killer but a man who was now her fate. She new if she challenged this man now, it would be her end. She was sure it would be a long and painful one at that. This man, who now stood to her side, towering a good 5 ft above her glanced at her with pure hatred, as if she were simply trash that needed to be disposed. This man, this so called Prince claimed that her life, most of it was lead to be a lie. Her supposed birth father was some Princes Mentor, some grate man that she never new even existed. Her grief still lingered on the simply fact that her home world was no more, destroyed and demolished for the planet to be purged and bought. She glanced towards her back pausing in mid step to catch a glance at her beautiful world, the scenery much to her hope was left mostly intact, the flowers, the tall grass, and the grand mountains. She prayed to Kami that they would stay that way once the planet was bought.
It was when her onyx hues gazed in front of her that she took notice that the Prince had landed on a front pad to what she was guessing an entrance of the temporary fort. The fort was a prime location for the Saiyan troops to spew from as the set out on there conquests to conquer earth, only to be back in time for dinner was what it seemed. When Son Pan-Chan landed to his side she glanced at the door, she was ready to ask him when she would see this supposed father but she had a feeling that this would be the last time she would feel the fresh open air of earth, and the feel of freedom. She took in the fresh air one last time as she allowed her onyx orbs to gaze and the wondering Prince. She slid her eyes to the ground, she was in some way embarrassed at the fact that she trusted this man, if only a fraction it was still a form of trust. He had killed her friends, her race, her kind or at least 75% of her kind.
She watched intensely as he pounded in a simple yet complex code on a side panel, she watched soon after as the doors shot open, flying open with grate speed as she blinked in reaction. She heard a smile sigh from the Prince behind her as she averted her attention to the two guards approaching and not the Prince behind her. She watched them as they had seemed more exotic then the Saiyans, as they wore simple lab coats and there flesh a green-orange color. She extended her brow as she felt something twitch to the side of her brain in warning; by the time she veered back she had little time to defend herself from the Lavender strangers' hand crashing down on the back of her neck. She was intent on trying to force her body up but her knees slammed down onto the small landing pad, and before she could control her sense she was sent into a void of darkness. She was on longer conscience. Even before words could be barked out, the small odd aliens slid there under her arms boosting her chest about 3 inches from the ground as they began to drag her unmoving body.
"Her trial will begin at dawn; place her in confinement until then. No one is to see her, that's a direct order from the Prince."
The two men nodded as they once again began to drag her off in an opposite direction. He watched attentively watching their image fade into the darkness of the halls of the second level of the ship. He shook his head once again annoyed at having to spend valuable time being a baby sitter. He stepped his first step inside the large well lavished ship, as he glared ice at one of the servants in the hall way as they quickly scurried away, without even a thought. He felt a slight sting of guilt that he had lied about the small notion of Gohan being here. In fact the last thing on earth Gohan wanted to see was his disowned child, that he had forsaken 17 years ago. The day she was born into the arms of a human father, and raised under his hand made the man go literally insane. Trunks was in hope to renew maybe some feeling towards Gohan, his mentor had been distracted lately, and Trunks didn't have the heart to kill her. Well maybe he did but Goten was desperate to meet his niece. Videl on the other hand was a whole different matter, she was in containment as well but her fate was pretty much decided, he didn't want to make anything official just yet, not until Gohan said the final world.
Trunks made his way to the elevator, as he was getting ready to prepare himself a relaxing shower, and some well earned sleep. They would dock off in less then 3hrs, he had made sure that he would be leaving behind about a quarter of his troops to make sure that everything would be under control, as well as the last docking ship of slaves were loaded in and readied for sale. Right when he was about to press in the code to the elevator a slender finger poked to his shoulder, with a sharp glance he turned on his heels about the pulverize the idiot who dared touch him when he took notice to his sister. He frowned as he pressed the button to the elevator.
"What is it Bra?"
"Daddy called, he said that he want you to send in a full report. Plus he wants to know way you went out for a joy ride when you had things to make sure where ready before take off."
"First of all must you use the word Daddy Bra? You're what...16 now shouldn't you be acting your age, plus I was not on a joy ride I was obtaining some form of cargo I needed before take off."
"Ooo what kind of cargo, jewels?"
"No."
"Tell me!"
"No."
"Plllease?"
"No."
"Aww come on..."
"Don't you have anything better to do the pester me, I'm not in the mood."
"Nope, I've got all night to pester, and bother you brother!"
He glanced at her with annoyance as the elevator door swished opened, without a second thought he walked in pressing the close button watching his sister swish into a blur as the speed doors slammed shut. With a sigh he pressed his back to the elevator as he called out, "Level 18, access code 2777." He blew a rogue strand from his view as he tried to relieve some of the tress from the day. That girl...she had been more problems the he had expected, she killed 27 of his best elite guards and yet she didn't even have the power of a Super Saiyan. She looked it though, every inch of her looked Saiyan save for the slick silk raven hair, much like his own soft flushed Lavender locks, he was glad he lacked the spikes, that defined gravity course he was teased over the years of his color but he was told by many woman it was a exotic nature that made them go crazy.
He flashed a smirk at the thought of seeing some of his 'play' friends. He cursed under his breath as he remembered this he had made sure to not allow himself to subsume to that garbage anymore. He was better then that, he needed to find a mate anyways he was hitting 27 and that was the prime age for a male Saiyan to claim a mate. He just hadn't found anyone of real interest though, they all lacked one thing or another. He wanted someone with passion, someone who never ceased to un-thrill him. Someone not submissive into being a puppet.
He wanted a thinking, feeling, loving, and person. Yes that's right love, he didn't care for clingy type of love but a person who would give him unconditional love without question, even though he was Saiyan even though half of his blood was a killer, his human half had moral. Even his father had moral, spite what all of Planet Vegeta thought he mated with a low- level human. His mother, the Queen of Planet Vegeta was an honorable person, with good morals and a tender hand. Sure he didn't care for the whole mother clingy thing but then again at times he loved it.
Bra on the other hand was a mess, an over pampered spoiled brat. No thanks to his father, and she had to come on this mission because? To pester and bother him, he watched as the door slid open once again with fast speed. [Not like stupid earth ones.] As he walked in slowly and caudally He tossed off his heavy, weighed down boots and his chest armor as he made his way to his bed room, moving past his sitting room and lavished table full of fine foods, he glanced at his pad key to get in as he pounded it in watching the doors slid open he moved in tiredly.
He dismissed the thought of a shower as he slumped down ready to take off his uniform as he plopped down in his bed. It was when he took notice to something moving in it did he jump off, he was about to blast whoever or whatever it was into a oblivion when he took notice to a angelic sleeping form of the daughter of Gohan sleeping heavily. The guards must have had the wrong idea with it came to containment. He lifted his bare hand to his forehead as he sighed once again, something he was gaining a bad habit of doing. He left his tight fighting GI on as he slid under his covers turning his back to her as he rested his head on his soft pillow.
"She had to be on my side of the bed to.
Reviewers: Thank you very much for you input, in fact I loved all of them. I wanted to make a note that I am dyslexic so I am sorry for the grammar ahead of time, I can only go off of what Microsoft Word gives me. I was noted on synonyms, and I tried hard this one but I have a repeated vocabulary I just right what ever flows in my head it's not really pre- meditated so sorry. Thank you all again, and I hope you liked this chapter as much as the first.
Son Pan-Chan stood by the side of a killer, not only was he a killer but a man who was now her fate. She new if she challenged this man now, it would be her end. She was sure it would be a long and painful one at that. This man, who now stood to her side, towering a good 5 ft above her glanced at her with pure hatred, as if she were simply trash that needed to be disposed. This man, this so called Prince claimed that her life, most of it was lead to be a lie. Her supposed birth father was some Princes Mentor, some grate man that she never new even existed. Her grief still lingered on the simply fact that her home world was no more, destroyed and demolished for the planet to be purged and bought. She glanced towards her back pausing in mid step to catch a glance at her beautiful world, the scenery much to her hope was left mostly intact, the flowers, the tall grass, and the grand mountains. She prayed to Kami that they would stay that way once the planet was bought.
It was when her onyx hues gazed in front of her that she took notice that the Prince had landed on a front pad to what she was guessing an entrance of the temporary fort. The fort was a prime location for the Saiyan troops to spew from as the set out on there conquests to conquer earth, only to be back in time for dinner was what it seemed. When Son Pan-Chan landed to his side she glanced at the door, she was ready to ask him when she would see this supposed father but she had a feeling that this would be the last time she would feel the fresh open air of earth, and the feel of freedom. She took in the fresh air one last time as she allowed her onyx orbs to gaze and the wondering Prince. She slid her eyes to the ground, she was in some way embarrassed at the fact that she trusted this man, if only a fraction it was still a form of trust. He had killed her friends, her race, her kind or at least 75% of her kind.
She watched intensely as he pounded in a simple yet complex code on a side panel, she watched soon after as the doors shot open, flying open with grate speed as she blinked in reaction. She heard a smile sigh from the Prince behind her as she averted her attention to the two guards approaching and not the Prince behind her. She watched them as they had seemed more exotic then the Saiyans, as they wore simple lab coats and there flesh a green-orange color. She extended her brow as she felt something twitch to the side of her brain in warning; by the time she veered back she had little time to defend herself from the Lavender strangers' hand crashing down on the back of her neck. She was intent on trying to force her body up but her knees slammed down onto the small landing pad, and before she could control her sense she was sent into a void of darkness. She was on longer conscience. Even before words could be barked out, the small odd aliens slid there under her arms boosting her chest about 3 inches from the ground as they began to drag her unmoving body.
"Her trial will begin at dawn; place her in confinement until then. No one is to see her, that's a direct order from the Prince."
The two men nodded as they once again began to drag her off in an opposite direction. He watched attentively watching their image fade into the darkness of the halls of the second level of the ship. He shook his head once again annoyed at having to spend valuable time being a baby sitter. He stepped his first step inside the large well lavished ship, as he glared ice at one of the servants in the hall way as they quickly scurried away, without even a thought. He felt a slight sting of guilt that he had lied about the small notion of Gohan being here. In fact the last thing on earth Gohan wanted to see was his disowned child, that he had forsaken 17 years ago. The day she was born into the arms of a human father, and raised under his hand made the man go literally insane. Trunks was in hope to renew maybe some feeling towards Gohan, his mentor had been distracted lately, and Trunks didn't have the heart to kill her. Well maybe he did but Goten was desperate to meet his niece. Videl on the other hand was a whole different matter, she was in containment as well but her fate was pretty much decided, he didn't want to make anything official just yet, not until Gohan said the final world.
Trunks made his way to the elevator, as he was getting ready to prepare himself a relaxing shower, and some well earned sleep. They would dock off in less then 3hrs, he had made sure that he would be leaving behind about a quarter of his troops to make sure that everything would be under control, as well as the last docking ship of slaves were loaded in and readied for sale. Right when he was about to press in the code to the elevator a slender finger poked to his shoulder, with a sharp glance he turned on his heels about the pulverize the idiot who dared touch him when he took notice to his sister. He frowned as he pressed the button to the elevator.
"What is it Bra?"
"Daddy called, he said that he want you to send in a full report. Plus he wants to know way you went out for a joy ride when you had things to make sure where ready before take off."
"First of all must you use the word Daddy Bra? You're what...16 now shouldn't you be acting your age, plus I was not on a joy ride I was obtaining some form of cargo I needed before take off."
"Ooo what kind of cargo, jewels?"
"No."
"Tell me!"
"No."
"Plllease?"
"No."
"Aww come on..."
"Don't you have anything better to do the pester me, I'm not in the mood."
"Nope, I've got all night to pester, and bother you brother!"
He glanced at her with annoyance as the elevator door swished opened, without a second thought he walked in pressing the close button watching his sister swish into a blur as the speed doors slammed shut. With a sigh he pressed his back to the elevator as he called out, "Level 18, access code 2777." He blew a rogue strand from his view as he tried to relieve some of the tress from the day. That girl...she had been more problems the he had expected, she killed 27 of his best elite guards and yet she didn't even have the power of a Super Saiyan. She looked it though, every inch of her looked Saiyan save for the slick silk raven hair, much like his own soft flushed Lavender locks, he was glad he lacked the spikes, that defined gravity course he was teased over the years of his color but he was told by many woman it was a exotic nature that made them go crazy.
He flashed a smirk at the thought of seeing some of his 'play' friends. He cursed under his breath as he remembered this he had made sure to not allow himself to subsume to that garbage anymore. He was better then that, he needed to find a mate anyways he was hitting 27 and that was the prime age for a male Saiyan to claim a mate. He just hadn't found anyone of real interest though, they all lacked one thing or another. He wanted someone with passion, someone who never ceased to un-thrill him. Someone not submissive into being a puppet.
He wanted a thinking, feeling, loving, and person. Yes that's right love, he didn't care for clingy type of love but a person who would give him unconditional love without question, even though he was Saiyan even though half of his blood was a killer, his human half had moral. Even his father had moral, spite what all of Planet Vegeta thought he mated with a low- level human. His mother, the Queen of Planet Vegeta was an honorable person, with good morals and a tender hand. Sure he didn't care for the whole mother clingy thing but then again at times he loved it.
Bra on the other hand was a mess, an over pampered spoiled brat. No thanks to his father, and she had to come on this mission because? To pester and bother him, he watched as the door slid open once again with fast speed. [Not like stupid earth ones.] As he walked in slowly and caudally He tossed off his heavy, weighed down boots and his chest armor as he made his way to his bed room, moving past his sitting room and lavished table full of fine foods, he glanced at his pad key to get in as he pounded it in watching the doors slid open he moved in tiredly.
He dismissed the thought of a shower as he slumped down ready to take off his uniform as he plopped down in his bed. It was when he took notice to something moving in it did he jump off, he was about to blast whoever or whatever it was into a oblivion when he took notice to a angelic sleeping form of the daughter of Gohan sleeping heavily. The guards must have had the wrong idea with it came to containment. He lifted his bare hand to his forehead as he sighed once again, something he was gaining a bad habit of doing. He left his tight fighting GI on as he slid under his covers turning his back to her as he rested his head on his soft pillow.
"She had to be on my side of the bed to.
Reviewers: Thank you very much for you input, in fact I loved all of them. I wanted to make a note that I am dyslexic so I am sorry for the grammar ahead of time, I can only go off of what Microsoft Word gives me. I was noted on synonyms, and I tried hard this one but I have a repeated vocabulary I just right what ever flows in my head it's not really pre- meditated so sorry. Thank you all again, and I hope you liked this chapter as much as the first.