Tattered Remains Renewed:
Chapter 3: Capturing
Light began to creep it's way to the master bed room of Princes Trunks chambers, as the second sun of Vegeta began to pour it's powerful ray in through a window to the left side of the bed, with the light came it's powerful heat as Son Pan-Chan began to roll in aggravation. It was when her onyx orbs began to creep open did she notice she was no longer in the confinements of her room, or the soft plush bed she once slept it.
For the bed she was on was soft, it was more so even softer then her own. It had the soft feel of Silk, and the pillow she sniffed in had a spicy smell of freshness, much like the Princes smell. It was then as if that smell had caused her mind to twined back in it's memories of the past...that smell belonged to the man who had betrayed her, had lied to her, a man who had said her 'true' father was here to see her.
It was within those moments of dwelling in her own flashbacks did Pans eyes avert from their comfort of their sleepy haze to pure shock of a killer laying beside her. She could feel a clump rise in her throat as if to gage her as she began to move, she noticed that he was completely off guard, she could attack him at any moment without his realization to the danger he had placed himself in.
It was then the granddaughter of Bardock took in all her confidence to allow her pride to stand. She did the only thing she new off she pounced on the un-expecting prince, who now slept in the comfort of his own room, and on his own bed. She tackled him with all her strength, but she only soon realized that he had sensed her motives before hand; in fact he was so prepared that he pounced on her before she could pounce on him. She frowned at him, hatred burning into those once innocent eyes.
"Care to try that again?"
"I'm beginning to think you like this a little...to much."
"Hmm...maybe so, care to find out?"
It was then that the room that once lay with quietness, and a sense of peace was now a sparing room, as things began to brake and tremble under the mighty power of to very strong Saiyans. Fist collided with fits, kicks with kicks, and blocks with blocks. It was as if they were truly equal, or so it seemed to Pan, but before she could realize it he held immobilized her from behind, gripping her into a restraining hold, her feet were able to swing but with to prevail her attacks were futile.
"Seems are little game has lead me into less time to prepare for liftoff, I'll warn you now I've only had 30 minutes of sleep, and in another 30min I have to make sure this ship takes off."
"Well then, let me off this blasted ship so I can leave you to your duties Baka."
"I've told you, your father wishes to see you."
"Yes, and you proclaimed to take me to him only to sucker me into a bad headache, and imprisonment."
"It was the only easy way to get you here, then to have to fight you. Your father may be upset with you damaged."
"May? You sound like my father doesn't even know I am arriving to meet him or something."
"Partly that is true."
"What!"
Pan was about to go into another fighting stance before she noticed two guards arriving. As they entered the room they slid down to one knee, a pound to there left chest as they called out, "Prince Trunks," and arose. Pan watched them as her eyes followed there every move, as she also could watch Trunks from the corner of her eye, her gaze holding on him as well, with a notion of not trusting him.
"I thought I gave strict instructions to hold her in containment."
"Yes sir, we were but we have ran into...err well a difficult situation, all the holding cells are being of use right now with the loading of the new slaves, the order was direct from Vegeta himself to have 49 new slaves to be brought back to him on return, the slave 889 you instructed to be held took up isolation 50 and we were told to have her not placed in with the slave 889."
"Valid point, you've done well with the situation. I will ask her to be placed under the care of the Princess."
"Yes, sir."
Pan moved into a fighting stance, she was ready to kill any foe that dare attempt to touch her. She was sick of being placed under the care of a killer, only to be placed with anther one. She wanted to stay here, to guard over Planet Earth, and to find her mom who she had high hopes she was still alive.
"I'm not going anywhere, I demand you...Prince of Saiyans to set me back to my home Planet at once."
"Demand? Your in no position to be dema—" "I said now!"
She watched as Sapphire orbs clashed with her own, deadly abyss of the deadly void of blackness. She hissed under her breath, as Trunks could sense a demon of her Saiyan blood lay hidden there ready to strike at any moment it seemed fit. He glanced at her, a smirk creeping it's way to his lips, as she watched intently his motives.
"If you struggle I will have your mother executed at once."
Pan's stances began to fall, at the name of 'mother' her onyx gaze looked on in confusion as she bit back a cry. She had hoped her mother to be alive, that much was true but she was praying to Kami that she was not in the clutches of this killer. She glanced at him now...more hatred there then before as revenge began to make it's way to her features.
"Your attempts to fool me will not be so easy this time."
"Fool you, pah, girl your think everything is a game with me. I dare you to take that chance and test me. My patients grow weary, tempt me not."
Pan moved her hands to her sides, her guard now no longer there as she felt a lump grow once more in her throat. She couldn't take that risk, she new it as much as he did, and she could feel his over confidence boost at her submission to defeat. She could feel his eyes laughing at her weakness.
"Humans, there so weak. I may have to watch your death when your father chose if he wished for his disowned daughter to die."
"If my father is my blood. I highly think this man would kill me, after all you Saiyans hold to one thing...your pride!"
"What pride is there in a weak, impudent spoiled brat?"
"Then leave my mother and I here, were of no use to you."
"Yes, but a promise is a promise."
"My father doesn't even no of my comings how is that a Promise!"
"Who said anything about me making a promise to him?"
"But you said..."
"I made a promise to myself, I was in high hopes that maybe a part of him will be at ease to no the true fate of his betraying family!" "How can you betray someone you never even met?"
"Simple, you were born."
"How dare you...
"I've had enough, guards take her to my sister. Tell her that her desire to know of the cargo in known. She is entrusted with accompanying Son Pan-Chan to Vegeta, as I have entrusted her fate in the hands of the Clan of Bardock. Where her fate will be decided."
Pan held back her sense to fight, for she new that her mother's fate lay in her hands at that moment in time. Pan looked at the Prince, this time her face was no longer the 17 year old child, it was an adult, the Saiyan blood from within as her tail that was now snuggly around her waist seemed to spike up like a angered dog, she felt her Saiyan fangs lash out in warning.
"I'll get you Trunks, Prince of Monkeys! Mark my words I will have my revenge on my people, as I will on my family. If anyone was a mistake a birth it was you."
Trunks threw back his now clipped cape, his expression was blank as if her words meant nothing to her, his lips were in a simple striate line, but she could sense his distaste for her once again. She then wondered why he had allowed her, a simple low-level to lay in his bed. These suppose great Prince. A god to his people, or so how he proclaimed himself to be.
Little did she no that he had pondered the same thing; he had blamed it to his weary senses. His state of egos, but a part of him didn't have the heart to order her out; she seemed so normal in his chambers, so at peace that something had captured his attention. In fact he didn't mind falling asleep to a beautiful hybrid to his side, for his kind was rare indeed, she was the only side from his sister a hybrid of the Saiyan race with the mixture of human blood. He treasured that, but she was nothing more then simple curves, and the body of a woman to warm his side of the bed. This was what he had kept telling himself, but he new deep down, her sent, her eyes, her features had captured an attraction. A deadly one at that, a part of her hated her, most of him did, then a small part of him most likely his human was captured by her native nature.
Light began to creep it's way to the master bed room of Princes Trunks chambers, as the second sun of Vegeta began to pour it's powerful ray in through a window to the left side of the bed, with the light came it's powerful heat as Son Pan-Chan began to roll in aggravation. It was when her onyx orbs began to creep open did she notice she was no longer in the confinements of her room, or the soft plush bed she once slept it.
For the bed she was on was soft, it was more so even softer then her own. It had the soft feel of Silk, and the pillow she sniffed in had a spicy smell of freshness, much like the Princes smell. It was then as if that smell had caused her mind to twined back in it's memories of the past...that smell belonged to the man who had betrayed her, had lied to her, a man who had said her 'true' father was here to see her.
It was within those moments of dwelling in her own flashbacks did Pans eyes avert from their comfort of their sleepy haze to pure shock of a killer laying beside her. She could feel a clump rise in her throat as if to gage her as she began to move, she noticed that he was completely off guard, she could attack him at any moment without his realization to the danger he had placed himself in.
It was then the granddaughter of Bardock took in all her confidence to allow her pride to stand. She did the only thing she new off she pounced on the un-expecting prince, who now slept in the comfort of his own room, and on his own bed. She tackled him with all her strength, but she only soon realized that he had sensed her motives before hand; in fact he was so prepared that he pounced on her before she could pounce on him. She frowned at him, hatred burning into those once innocent eyes.
"Care to try that again?"
"I'm beginning to think you like this a little...to much."
"Hmm...maybe so, care to find out?"
It was then that the room that once lay with quietness, and a sense of peace was now a sparing room, as things began to brake and tremble under the mighty power of to very strong Saiyans. Fist collided with fits, kicks with kicks, and blocks with blocks. It was as if they were truly equal, or so it seemed to Pan, but before she could realize it he held immobilized her from behind, gripping her into a restraining hold, her feet were able to swing but with to prevail her attacks were futile.
"Seems are little game has lead me into less time to prepare for liftoff, I'll warn you now I've only had 30 minutes of sleep, and in another 30min I have to make sure this ship takes off."
"Well then, let me off this blasted ship so I can leave you to your duties Baka."
"I've told you, your father wishes to see you."
"Yes, and you proclaimed to take me to him only to sucker me into a bad headache, and imprisonment."
"It was the only easy way to get you here, then to have to fight you. Your father may be upset with you damaged."
"May? You sound like my father doesn't even know I am arriving to meet him or something."
"Partly that is true."
"What!"
Pan was about to go into another fighting stance before she noticed two guards arriving. As they entered the room they slid down to one knee, a pound to there left chest as they called out, "Prince Trunks," and arose. Pan watched them as her eyes followed there every move, as she also could watch Trunks from the corner of her eye, her gaze holding on him as well, with a notion of not trusting him.
"I thought I gave strict instructions to hold her in containment."
"Yes sir, we were but we have ran into...err well a difficult situation, all the holding cells are being of use right now with the loading of the new slaves, the order was direct from Vegeta himself to have 49 new slaves to be brought back to him on return, the slave 889 you instructed to be held took up isolation 50 and we were told to have her not placed in with the slave 889."
"Valid point, you've done well with the situation. I will ask her to be placed under the care of the Princess."
"Yes, sir."
Pan moved into a fighting stance, she was ready to kill any foe that dare attempt to touch her. She was sick of being placed under the care of a killer, only to be placed with anther one. She wanted to stay here, to guard over Planet Earth, and to find her mom who she had high hopes she was still alive.
"I'm not going anywhere, I demand you...Prince of Saiyans to set me back to my home Planet at once."
"Demand? Your in no position to be dema—" "I said now!"
She watched as Sapphire orbs clashed with her own, deadly abyss of the deadly void of blackness. She hissed under her breath, as Trunks could sense a demon of her Saiyan blood lay hidden there ready to strike at any moment it seemed fit. He glanced at her, a smirk creeping it's way to his lips, as she watched intently his motives.
"If you struggle I will have your mother executed at once."
Pan's stances began to fall, at the name of 'mother' her onyx gaze looked on in confusion as she bit back a cry. She had hoped her mother to be alive, that much was true but she was praying to Kami that she was not in the clutches of this killer. She glanced at him now...more hatred there then before as revenge began to make it's way to her features.
"Your attempts to fool me will not be so easy this time."
"Fool you, pah, girl your think everything is a game with me. I dare you to take that chance and test me. My patients grow weary, tempt me not."
Pan moved her hands to her sides, her guard now no longer there as she felt a lump grow once more in her throat. She couldn't take that risk, she new it as much as he did, and she could feel his over confidence boost at her submission to defeat. She could feel his eyes laughing at her weakness.
"Humans, there so weak. I may have to watch your death when your father chose if he wished for his disowned daughter to die."
"If my father is my blood. I highly think this man would kill me, after all you Saiyans hold to one thing...your pride!"
"What pride is there in a weak, impudent spoiled brat?"
"Then leave my mother and I here, were of no use to you."
"Yes, but a promise is a promise."
"My father doesn't even no of my comings how is that a Promise!"
"Who said anything about me making a promise to him?"
"But you said..."
"I made a promise to myself, I was in high hopes that maybe a part of him will be at ease to no the true fate of his betraying family!" "How can you betray someone you never even met?"
"Simple, you were born."
"How dare you...
"I've had enough, guards take her to my sister. Tell her that her desire to know of the cargo in known. She is entrusted with accompanying Son Pan-Chan to Vegeta, as I have entrusted her fate in the hands of the Clan of Bardock. Where her fate will be decided."
Pan held back her sense to fight, for she new that her mother's fate lay in her hands at that moment in time. Pan looked at the Prince, this time her face was no longer the 17 year old child, it was an adult, the Saiyan blood from within as her tail that was now snuggly around her waist seemed to spike up like a angered dog, she felt her Saiyan fangs lash out in warning.
"I'll get you Trunks, Prince of Monkeys! Mark my words I will have my revenge on my people, as I will on my family. If anyone was a mistake a birth it was you."
Trunks threw back his now clipped cape, his expression was blank as if her words meant nothing to her, his lips were in a simple striate line, but she could sense his distaste for her once again. She then wondered why he had allowed her, a simple low-level to lay in his bed. These suppose great Prince. A god to his people, or so how he proclaimed himself to be.
Little did she no that he had pondered the same thing; he had blamed it to his weary senses. His state of egos, but a part of him didn't have the heart to order her out; she seemed so normal in his chambers, so at peace that something had captured his attention. In fact he didn't mind falling asleep to a beautiful hybrid to his side, for his kind was rare indeed, she was the only side from his sister a hybrid of the Saiyan race with the mixture of human blood. He treasured that, but she was nothing more then simple curves, and the body of a woman to warm his side of the bed. This was what he had kept telling himself, but he new deep down, her sent, her eyes, her features had captured an attraction. A deadly one at that, a part of her hated her, most of him did, then a small part of him most likely his human was captured by her native nature.