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Hyperness. . . ah, my haven. . .
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Chapter 7 The Five Minutes
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She jumped from rooftop to rooftop of the many dwellings in the Crown City in which the castle stood. Tears streamed down her face and the rain now fell heavily. She was soaked and freezing, but she could not feel it. All she could feel was the violation of Trunks' kiss, and the yearning to go home. She would go home, if she could. She did not know where home was. She was lost. Lost on a planet she barely knew and in a city which looked like it was in the year 3003, especially compared to the rest of the planet.
Pan finally jumped upon the most renissance-looking building she could see. It was an old clock tower. Its face showed the time 12:55 She sat on its pointed top and hugged her knees toward herself. She gazed up at the dark, starless sky hoping to see something comforting but found nothing.
"Stupid chauvanist planet with their idiotic and sexist royals. I bet that even the stupid grass is mindless, that is why there is so little of it here," she muttered. "Damn this place. . . I want to go home. . . " She slammed her eys shut and hugged her knees closer, trying to keep warm, though she could not feel the wind howling around her, or the rain pounding upon her skin- only the pain deep within her heart.
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"Dammit where did that girl go?!" Trunks growled. Heran through the streets of the Crown City. "If somebody finds me I will be in deep sh*t! Son of a. . . " He hastened his pace and his head swung from side to side, looking for the girl who might get him in loads of trouble. "Father will murder me if he finds out, no thought about an heir. Bura probably has told father to kill me hundreds off times already. If I recall, her first words were. . . "
An image of a 2-year-old Bura with puffy red eyes and a glare pointing and yelling at a 7-year-old Trunks holding a decapitated doll.
". . . 'Trunks die.'"
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Beederu sat in the corner of the room, hands in her lap, legs straight and eyes unblinkingly staring at nothing. Eyes that were full of tears and shone like diamonds. Gohan looked at his wife and froze for he had found her greatly resembling. . .
A doll.
A lifeless doll.
A lifeless doll with glass eyes that never closed and a mouth that never moved. Skin that could crack at the slightest touch and a mind that was not there.
He shuddered at the thought of his wife in that horribly fragile state and walked over to her. He put his arms around her and kissed her.
"Do not worry Beederu, we WILL find her. We will."
Beederu turned her head toward her husband and she parted her lips, speaking barely in a whisper. "But something bad is going to happen to her. I know it. Remember your dream?"
Gohan remembered.
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Pan felt a very familiar Ki coming her way. A Ki she had felt very recently and was very angry at. Trunks' Ki. She stood up to leave her post and stepped backwards. The rain had made the rooftop slick as ice and she sliiped and began to plummet toward the ground.
"Oh sh-" her head banged on a stone ledge and she was knocked unconscious.
A figure suddenly appeared on the ground right below her, stuck out an arm and caught her, just before she hit the ground. The figure then held Pan closer and jumped into the air, disappearing.
And the clock struck one.
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A/N: The original title for this chappie was "And the Clock Struck One" but I found "The Five Minutes" to be much more effective. Heheheh. . .
Welpz, plz R&R and
Ciao 4 Now!
THIS CHAPPIE IS DEDICATED TO YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hyperness. . . ah, my haven. . .
Lol well, on with the stuff!
Disclaimer: It has just turned 7:40. I have nothing to do. Do you think I would be Akira Toriyama?!
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Chapter 7 The Five Minutes
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She jumped from rooftop to rooftop of the many dwellings in the Crown City in which the castle stood. Tears streamed down her face and the rain now fell heavily. She was soaked and freezing, but she could not feel it. All she could feel was the violation of Trunks' kiss, and the yearning to go home. She would go home, if she could. She did not know where home was. She was lost. Lost on a planet she barely knew and in a city which looked like it was in the year 3003, especially compared to the rest of the planet.
Pan finally jumped upon the most renissance-looking building she could see. It was an old clock tower. Its face showed the time 12:55 She sat on its pointed top and hugged her knees toward herself. She gazed up at the dark, starless sky hoping to see something comforting but found nothing.
"Stupid chauvanist planet with their idiotic and sexist royals. I bet that even the stupid grass is mindless, that is why there is so little of it here," she muttered. "Damn this place. . . I want to go home. . . " She slammed her eys shut and hugged her knees closer, trying to keep warm, though she could not feel the wind howling around her, or the rain pounding upon her skin- only the pain deep within her heart.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
"Dammit where did that girl go?!" Trunks growled. Heran through the streets of the Crown City. "If somebody finds me I will be in deep sh*t! Son of a. . . " He hastened his pace and his head swung from side to side, looking for the girl who might get him in loads of trouble. "Father will murder me if he finds out, no thought about an heir. Bura probably has told father to kill me hundreds off times already. If I recall, her first words were. . . "
An image of a 2-year-old Bura with puffy red eyes and a glare pointing and yelling at a 7-year-old Trunks holding a decapitated doll.
". . . 'Trunks die.'"
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Beederu sat in the corner of the room, hands in her lap, legs straight and eyes unblinkingly staring at nothing. Eyes that were full of tears and shone like diamonds. Gohan looked at his wife and froze for he had found her greatly resembling. . .
A doll.
A lifeless doll.
A lifeless doll with glass eyes that never closed and a mouth that never moved. Skin that could crack at the slightest touch and a mind that was not there.
He shuddered at the thought of his wife in that horribly fragile state and walked over to her. He put his arms around her and kissed her.
"Do not worry Beederu, we WILL find her. We will."
Beederu turned her head toward her husband and she parted her lips, speaking barely in a whisper. "But something bad is going to happen to her. I know it. Remember your dream?"
Gohan remembered.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Pan felt a very familiar Ki coming her way. A Ki she had felt very recently and was very angry at. Trunks' Ki. She stood up to leave her post and stepped backwards. The rain had made the rooftop slick as ice and she sliiped and began to plummet toward the ground.
"Oh sh-" her head banged on a stone ledge and she was knocked unconscious.
A figure suddenly appeared on the ground right below her, stuck out an arm and caught her, just before she hit the ground. The figure then held Pan closer and jumped into the air, disappearing.
And the clock struck one.
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A/N: The original title for this chappie was "And the Clock Struck One" but I found "The Five Minutes" to be much more effective. Heheheh. . .
Welpz, plz R&R and
Ciao 4 Now!
