Pan's legs swung back and forth as she sat on a cliff. She looked longly
over the egde. If this was how she was going to be treated then she
completely regretted this. She titled her head to the side or she could
always stay in heaven for a bit. She nodded her head, pleased at her good
idea.
She sighed before helping herself off the ground and brushing herself off with her hands. She really wanted to know what Trunks' problem was. She didn't try to hurt his feelings or whatever. She never thought he meant it, well actually yeah, she knew he meant it, but she never. . .Never mind.
She turned around and ended up falling back done. She rubbed her forehead. She felt like she just hit a brick wall. She looked up. For a moment she could have swore she was looking at Trunks'. She closed her eyes for a moment and realized she wasn't.
The man stuck out his hand and helped Pan up, "What's someone as pretty as you doing here in a place like this?" He asked with a very smooth voice.
"Umm. . .I'm kinda here for a short period of time. I got this pass thing. See." She held it up, "I can go to heaven too."
He examined the card, "Interesting. By the way, my name's Taro. How 'bout you?" He gave her a stunning smile.
Pan felt herself melt. His voice and smile were both gorgeous, "My name's Pan." She flipped her black hair behind her shoulder.
Taro gave Pan a quick glance over. Before he asked with a confused face on, "You don't happen to be Saiyan, do you?"
Pan smiled proudly, "Yup, I'm Saiyan. A quarter Saiyan at least. My dad is Son Gohan and my grandpa is Son Goku."
"So you're the granddaughter of the all famous Goku?" Taro asked sounding incredibly interested, "It seems all of Goku's sons are great fighters and have even achieved the level of Super Saiyan. Your father is one of his sons. Have you not also achieved Super Saiyan?"
Pan shook her head, "No, I never reached Super Saiyan, but I almost did. My grandpa said it was too much power for me to handle." Pan sighed and then looked up at Taro. Why in the world did he look so damn formiliar?
"That's a shame." Taro said, "Do you know Vegeta?"
"Vegeta!" Pan exclaimed, "You mean 'The Mighty Prince of all Saiyans?' You bet I know him. He trained me for a little bit after my grandpa was gone."
"As funny as it may sound, I once babysat for that Saiyan brat." Taro said with a smirk.
"You baby sat Vegeta?" Pan burst out laughing. She could never in a million years imagine a chibi (small; childlike) Vegeta. After she calmed herself down she asked, "So are you a Saiyan too?"
"No," Taro shook his head, "I was kidnapped by King Vegeta, as a tribute. It was my job to watch his son carefully."
"That's definatly funny." Pan said, smiling, "But I have to get going. I need to go talk to King Yemma."
"How 'bout I'll walk you as far as I can?" Taro suggested with his handsome smile.
Pan shrugged, "Sure, why not? C'mon let's go! I'll race ya!" She smirked and then hopped off into the air and flew off, laughing.
Taro smirked, before following Pan's suite and taking off.
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Trunks was now surrounded by thousands of bad guys. Frieza found it very amusing that Trunks' screwed things up with Pan. So now Trunks was explaining to everyone what happened between the two of them.
And course, Frieza and Cell were enjoying it more than anyone. Sure it wasn't physical torture, but if this was as close as they could get to making a Saiyan feel dumb and stupid, then they'd take it.
Trunks' eyes rolled up for a moment in thought and then immediately looked to the sky. He saw two streaks and immediately recoginzed one of the ki signatures as Pan's.
"No," He muttered to himself, "No!" He shouted loudly.
He now remembered and was able to recognize the ki signature of the other streak, Taromyno. He was the one who had killed Trunks' grandmother, his father's mother. He was a trained murder. If anything he was going to find a way to kill Pan, but since she was already dead killing her would "only" end her existence. But why in the world would he want to kill Pan?
Taromyno, or Taro, as he liked to be called was killed by Vegeta, a day after Saiyan soliders found his mother lying on her bed dead. Vegeta didn't even give it a second thought to as who killed his mother. He immediately went after Taro and ended his revenge there.
Trunks growled and there a quick glance to Cell and Frieza. The two just shrugged as if they didn't care and montioned him away.
Trunks pushed off the ground and went flying at top speed after Pan and Taro. The distance between the gate to heaven and Pan was getting shorter. Trunks wasn't allowed to go to heaven. If he let her go then Taro might get to her.
Trunks kept a close on the two of them and noticed that Taro was slowly slowing down. Trunks rushed at Pan and kept going, but as he did. He noticed Pan was also slowing down and even worse losing altitude.
Trunks finally made it to where Pan was falling. He cast a sharp glare to Taro and carefully caught Pan. He looked at her.
"Pan are you okay?"
"Hmm. . ." Pan shook back and forth. Suddenly she began to flicker.
Trunks shook his head, "No." This was what had happened to his grandmother according to his father. "Stop it!" Trunks shouted at Taro.
"One condition," Taro said, as he began to transform. His voice slowly became ugly and cracked, "Kill your father." Taro had finished his transformation. He was a hideous dragon-like creature. He had a red dragon's head and a human's body. Black wings protruded from his back and a shimmering tail swung from his rear end. Kami, why would anyone want to keep a beast such as that alive even for a little while?
"Pan will help you also. I will both give you life and then you shall murder Vegeta. I will take care of the rest." Taro's hideous dragon face smirked, "Will you do it?"
"If I don't agree?" Trunks asked.
"Then she'll die just as your grandmother."
Trunks closed his eyes. His father had shared this part of his memory with him. This memory he remembered specifically.
**FlashBack**
Young Prince Vegeta and his eldery father King Vegeta stood by a bed in which layed a beautiful woman. Her wonderful ebony hair fell gently into her face and her azure eyes showed such happiness even in a time such as this.
She disapeared and reappeared from her bed constantly, but as far as the father and son knew there was nothing they could do to stop this pain. They could only watch which they did with great difficultly.
"My son," She whispered. Even now her voice sounded musical, "You must promise me that as the prince and as my son that you will not cry when the time comes for me to move on. You must be strong."
Vegeta nodded his head and used his fists to wipe his eyes before any tears could fall down the young prince's face. He was only four at the time. He gripped his mother's hand, "I promise, mother."
She smiled weakly, "Now take your leave, my prince. I must speak with you father."
He slowly nodded and walked out the door. That was the last time he ever spoke to his mother. No good-bye or I love you, but be strong. Those two words rang in Vegeta's head.
As he exited the room he noticed the servant Taromyno wasn't doing as he was ordered. Vegeta growled at him and snapped, "Get to work you low-life!"
"Yes Prince Vegeta." The servant muttered before getting back to work.
That night the Queen of all Saiyans died. Vegeta could never forget that night. He knew he'd never be able too.
**End FlashBlack**
Trunks didn't know what to do. Let Pan die and save his father and live with the guilt forever. Or kill his father and save Pan and live with guilt forever. He didn't know what to pick. He sighed. He had to make the right choice. Both would forever lie heavily on his shoulders for years to come, but he had to pick one.
"Make your choice." Taro snarled.
"I choose. . ."
Well there ya go. Again, I don't own DBZ/GT, I mean let's think about it people if I did own Dragon ball Z/GT, I would definatly not spend my time writing a wacked story such as this on a website. Thanks again for the reviews! By the way, next chapter is gonna be a little more on the families and less on Hell and its problems.
aquaprincess1: Trunks isn't evil. I would never ever make Trunks evil. Course you never know, my story is a little wacked, you can never tell . .
MELM: Your three questions will be answered next chapter I can garentee it.
Fanficfreak89: Thanks!
Majin Trunks: Okay thanks for clarifying. Would have been nice if I knew a little sooner, but thanks! And yeah, the thing about them watching tv, thanks for telling me it gave me an idea. . .
The Teenage Hybrid: When is Trunks not an asshole? Even in the cartoon Trunks is always getting himself into trouble. But then again if your name was Trunks, how would you feel?
She sighed before helping herself off the ground and brushing herself off with her hands. She really wanted to know what Trunks' problem was. She didn't try to hurt his feelings or whatever. She never thought he meant it, well actually yeah, she knew he meant it, but she never. . .Never mind.
She turned around and ended up falling back done. She rubbed her forehead. She felt like she just hit a brick wall. She looked up. For a moment she could have swore she was looking at Trunks'. She closed her eyes for a moment and realized she wasn't.
The man stuck out his hand and helped Pan up, "What's someone as pretty as you doing here in a place like this?" He asked with a very smooth voice.
"Umm. . .I'm kinda here for a short period of time. I got this pass thing. See." She held it up, "I can go to heaven too."
He examined the card, "Interesting. By the way, my name's Taro. How 'bout you?" He gave her a stunning smile.
Pan felt herself melt. His voice and smile were both gorgeous, "My name's Pan." She flipped her black hair behind her shoulder.
Taro gave Pan a quick glance over. Before he asked with a confused face on, "You don't happen to be Saiyan, do you?"
Pan smiled proudly, "Yup, I'm Saiyan. A quarter Saiyan at least. My dad is Son Gohan and my grandpa is Son Goku."
"So you're the granddaughter of the all famous Goku?" Taro asked sounding incredibly interested, "It seems all of Goku's sons are great fighters and have even achieved the level of Super Saiyan. Your father is one of his sons. Have you not also achieved Super Saiyan?"
Pan shook her head, "No, I never reached Super Saiyan, but I almost did. My grandpa said it was too much power for me to handle." Pan sighed and then looked up at Taro. Why in the world did he look so damn formiliar?
"That's a shame." Taro said, "Do you know Vegeta?"
"Vegeta!" Pan exclaimed, "You mean 'The Mighty Prince of all Saiyans?' You bet I know him. He trained me for a little bit after my grandpa was gone."
"As funny as it may sound, I once babysat for that Saiyan brat." Taro said with a smirk.
"You baby sat Vegeta?" Pan burst out laughing. She could never in a million years imagine a chibi (small; childlike) Vegeta. After she calmed herself down she asked, "So are you a Saiyan too?"
"No," Taro shook his head, "I was kidnapped by King Vegeta, as a tribute. It was my job to watch his son carefully."
"That's definatly funny." Pan said, smiling, "But I have to get going. I need to go talk to King Yemma."
"How 'bout I'll walk you as far as I can?" Taro suggested with his handsome smile.
Pan shrugged, "Sure, why not? C'mon let's go! I'll race ya!" She smirked and then hopped off into the air and flew off, laughing.
Taro smirked, before following Pan's suite and taking off.
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Trunks was now surrounded by thousands of bad guys. Frieza found it very amusing that Trunks' screwed things up with Pan. So now Trunks was explaining to everyone what happened between the two of them.
And course, Frieza and Cell were enjoying it more than anyone. Sure it wasn't physical torture, but if this was as close as they could get to making a Saiyan feel dumb and stupid, then they'd take it.
Trunks' eyes rolled up for a moment in thought and then immediately looked to the sky. He saw two streaks and immediately recoginzed one of the ki signatures as Pan's.
"No," He muttered to himself, "No!" He shouted loudly.
He now remembered and was able to recognize the ki signature of the other streak, Taromyno. He was the one who had killed Trunks' grandmother, his father's mother. He was a trained murder. If anything he was going to find a way to kill Pan, but since she was already dead killing her would "only" end her existence. But why in the world would he want to kill Pan?
Taromyno, or Taro, as he liked to be called was killed by Vegeta, a day after Saiyan soliders found his mother lying on her bed dead. Vegeta didn't even give it a second thought to as who killed his mother. He immediately went after Taro and ended his revenge there.
Trunks growled and there a quick glance to Cell and Frieza. The two just shrugged as if they didn't care and montioned him away.
Trunks pushed off the ground and went flying at top speed after Pan and Taro. The distance between the gate to heaven and Pan was getting shorter. Trunks wasn't allowed to go to heaven. If he let her go then Taro might get to her.
Trunks kept a close on the two of them and noticed that Taro was slowly slowing down. Trunks rushed at Pan and kept going, but as he did. He noticed Pan was also slowing down and even worse losing altitude.
Trunks finally made it to where Pan was falling. He cast a sharp glare to Taro and carefully caught Pan. He looked at her.
"Pan are you okay?"
"Hmm. . ." Pan shook back and forth. Suddenly she began to flicker.
Trunks shook his head, "No." This was what had happened to his grandmother according to his father. "Stop it!" Trunks shouted at Taro.
"One condition," Taro said, as he began to transform. His voice slowly became ugly and cracked, "Kill your father." Taro had finished his transformation. He was a hideous dragon-like creature. He had a red dragon's head and a human's body. Black wings protruded from his back and a shimmering tail swung from his rear end. Kami, why would anyone want to keep a beast such as that alive even for a little while?
"Pan will help you also. I will both give you life and then you shall murder Vegeta. I will take care of the rest." Taro's hideous dragon face smirked, "Will you do it?"
"If I don't agree?" Trunks asked.
"Then she'll die just as your grandmother."
Trunks closed his eyes. His father had shared this part of his memory with him. This memory he remembered specifically.
**FlashBack**
Young Prince Vegeta and his eldery father King Vegeta stood by a bed in which layed a beautiful woman. Her wonderful ebony hair fell gently into her face and her azure eyes showed such happiness even in a time such as this.
She disapeared and reappeared from her bed constantly, but as far as the father and son knew there was nothing they could do to stop this pain. They could only watch which they did with great difficultly.
"My son," She whispered. Even now her voice sounded musical, "You must promise me that as the prince and as my son that you will not cry when the time comes for me to move on. You must be strong."
Vegeta nodded his head and used his fists to wipe his eyes before any tears could fall down the young prince's face. He was only four at the time. He gripped his mother's hand, "I promise, mother."
She smiled weakly, "Now take your leave, my prince. I must speak with you father."
He slowly nodded and walked out the door. That was the last time he ever spoke to his mother. No good-bye or I love you, but be strong. Those two words rang in Vegeta's head.
As he exited the room he noticed the servant Taromyno wasn't doing as he was ordered. Vegeta growled at him and snapped, "Get to work you low-life!"
"Yes Prince Vegeta." The servant muttered before getting back to work.
That night the Queen of all Saiyans died. Vegeta could never forget that night. He knew he'd never be able too.
**End FlashBlack**
Trunks didn't know what to do. Let Pan die and save his father and live with the guilt forever. Or kill his father and save Pan and live with guilt forever. He didn't know what to pick. He sighed. He had to make the right choice. Both would forever lie heavily on his shoulders for years to come, but he had to pick one.
"Make your choice." Taro snarled.
"I choose. . ."
Well there ya go. Again, I don't own DBZ/GT, I mean let's think about it people if I did own Dragon ball Z/GT, I would definatly not spend my time writing a wacked story such as this on a website. Thanks again for the reviews! By the way, next chapter is gonna be a little more on the families and less on Hell and its problems.
aquaprincess1: Trunks isn't evil. I would never ever make Trunks evil. Course you never know, my story is a little wacked, you can never tell . .
MELM: Your three questions will be answered next chapter I can garentee it.
Fanficfreak89: Thanks!
Majin Trunks: Okay thanks for clarifying. Would have been nice if I knew a little sooner, but thanks! And yeah, the thing about them watching tv, thanks for telling me it gave me an idea. . .
The Teenage Hybrid: When is Trunks not an asshole? Even in the cartoon Trunks is always getting himself into trouble. But then again if your name was Trunks, how would you feel?