AN: Hmm I'm not particularly pleased with this chapter I had to retype it and then I almost lost it Grrr I was so mad then I couldn't think of any good title for it. Double Grrrr I kind of rushed it and it's a tiny bit short than the usual, oh well. -_- Aaaah… somebody noticed… heh heh don't worry I have not forgotten about the Nameks. Or Marron... *grins evilly* Sorry Crash your had some good guesses but Saika is not who you think...^_^ Thanks for the quote too! Yikes! Someone finally noticed my semi horrid grammar. Please bear with me; grammar is not my strong point. *_* And the quote I used I've seen on several different fics and I'm not sure who to credit to but please don't be offended by my using it. Doumo Sumimasen! Onto the chapter. ('')
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-Mizuko
Chapter 14-Anata o Aimasu
Trunks once in orbit left a brief vague two-sentence message to his father
saying he'd be back soon along with an apology for his mother if she were to awaken before his return. Trunks then wasted no time tweaking his ship's engine as he had The Mercushin sending it into overdrive. The problem was not where to find Pan but if he would be there to make it in time, before she was hurt or killed. T'kal and Menneth had been dragging The Reliance on the fastest route to Ewajima, hopefully, that was where he would find her. A scowl fell upon his brow. She could have just shared a pod with someone. That would have been a very, very tight squeeze pods were made for one person and one person only. 'Youwouldn't have minded...' Nope he wouldn't have minded one bit. In that moment it really dawned on him how much her safety and well being meant to him and it surprised him. Ukusushii had wormed her way in deep; deeper than he would have like if he could have sat back and analyzed it. He missed her already, only a few hours. Dang.
She had the nerve to actually kiss him. Him! The crown Prince to the throne of
Beijita-sei! Her audacity had to be punished; another kiss should suffice.
Perhaps more...
A smug smile replaced his frown, feeling strangely confident he set the ship's autopilot for Ewajima. To hell with the crown, and Pan would have to deal with the consequences of her...actions.
Sleepy gas filled the tiny fighter and it seemed only a moment after he'd closed his eyes was he awoken by the ship's warning system. He immediately noticed that the ship and fallen out it's overdrive.
'Warning approaching enemy vessels!' as soon as he shut off the warning a voice rang over the audio frequency, "Stop. You are trespassing in Hitohi territory.
Surrender yourself immediately and you will not be destroyed."
'I don't have time for this...'
"That's quite the bold statement, considering you weaklings pose me no threat." he buffed stalling for time.
"We have you outnumbered. Surrender now"
"How bout this: No."
A face appeared on the ship small main screen, angry gray eyes glared at him as a man a year or two younger than he appeared.
"You leave us no choice-
"I'm sorry you have to postpone your death wish, I have somewhere to be and you're wasting my time, Human" he said smirking evilly at the man-outraged face, with that he kicked the engine into overdrive, leaving behind a very angry Hitohi Wing Commander and crew floundering in his wake.
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"Wrong answer!" The one she now was called Zarbon sneered as the pink alien,
Dodoria, slammed another ham-sized fist into her gut. She doubled over, wheezing, trying to regain her lost wind. A small puddle of blood was already forming beneath her as the green haired pretty-boy held her arms.
One could barely recognize the captive beaten girl as the same one who been dragged in hours earlier. Various bruises littered her body as well as many cuts and lacerations, which bleed freely. Her body ached and her mind was wrought with pain.
Pan couldn't understand how they'd managed to beat her up so badly. They were so strong... It was like her defenses were nothing... 'And that was only the two lackeys' Pan thought bitterly as acute pain Dodoria had just inflicted settled into a dull roar.
It hadn't taken long to pick up on the suppressed fear Zarbon and Dodoria held for Freiza, lucky for her the evil being had yet to move.
The creatures eye gleaming sadistically, enjoying her pain but was becoming bored and annoyed by her stubbornness.
"For the last time, tell me where your father has hidden the Mobile Colonies!" he demanded for the first time losing his cool demeanor.
"Never!" Dodoria back-handed her already swollen mouth and knee her ruthlessly in the gut, the pain course throughout her entire body.
Zarbon let go suddenly and she dropped to her knees, clutching her stomach paralyzed with pain, this time an unhealthy amount of blood was coughed up, stain her lips.
"I grow tired of this saiya-jin! Why must all of you be so stupidly stubborn?"
"I guess you don't know what true loyalty is. I would never betray my family or the Hitohi!"
The creature merely smirked, "We'll see. Zarbon take her away let T'kal have his way with her."
"What!?" her eyes widen and she struggled again Zarbon's iron grip, but it was useless. Frieza dismissed her with a wave of his hand. A sense of panic and overwhelming helplessness flooded her pain-wracked system.
'Someone... Trunks, please help me...' Despair worked its way into her throat as
Zarbon grabbed her by the waist and hauled her away. She realized that no one would be there to help here or save her, not even 'Trunks...'
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Vegeta's stare harden the moment those words fell from his lips. Bra's presence there reassured him and kept him from noticeably shaking in his boots in front of the intimidating King. Vegeta was and always will be short in stature but that did nothing to hinder the unnerving affect the saiyajin king seemed to emanate. Was he always this open and friendly? Or maybe it was because he was holding hands with his daughter... Deep breathe.
"I take full responsibility for the sudden disappearances of both my niece and the Prince," well that was partially true anyways, "I required their assistance obtaining this..." he pulled out the vial of clear liquid medicine hopefully It would cure more than just the Queen.
"And you think that...thing will excuse any of you from this little shenanigan?"
"This 'thing' is the antidote to the poison that was given to the Queen twenty years ago."
The pause that followed spoke volumes more than any words. His brother has gone completely pale, if Vegeta was shaken or surprised he sure didn't show it.
"What do you want? And how do I know you're telling the truth?" Shrewd man.
"What I want is for this pointless war to end."
"Goten..." his brother said warningly, but somebody had to say it, and give peace another shot.
"It is pointless," Bra spoke out, "None of us have anything to gain no matter who wins. The death toll keeps adding up and for what? This has been going on so long no body even remembers what we're fighting for!" Vegeta removed his piercing gaze from Goten to study his daughter. Goten hoped Vegeta would respond better to Bra.
"I believe- I know that if that- if the tragedy had not occurred that peace would have been a reality and not a dream. They would have wanted it that way." Goten didn't need to elaborate who 'they' were. "I know I can't bring them back but there is one person that we can help and I feel it's only right to at least try to make peace again starting with the revival of Queen Bulma."
Vegeta scrutiny Increased, he probably wondered if he was sincere or not and then the king said,
"Follow me, all of you." Vegeta commanded, Goku and Gohan following his lead.
Goten and Bra stayed behind for a moment. Bra smiled impishly at him "I think he likes you."
"Ah yeah I'm sure he was positively thrilled. But I have hope I mean he didn't blast me to HFIL...yet." he chuckled.
"Goten..."
"Yes?"
"Thank you." she leaned up to him a kiss but a discreet cough interrupted the 'would be' private moment. Naav looked at them with the usual emotionless gaze, "I thought it would be prudent to inform you that Pan and the Prince are not here." The taciturn fellow turned and began to leave.
"Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean there not here? They were supposed to be right behind us!" Bra exclaimed.
The tiniest hint of annoyance in his red sienna eyes, "But they're not. I only made an observation." Goten wondered if he was actually hear a sarcastic streak in Naav's tone.
"That means either something went wrong or for some reason they both stayed behind a little longer and will be arriving shortly, right?" Naav merely looked on with indifference.
"So what do we do? I suggest we wait until my mother is awake if there not here by then..." Bra trailed off. Goten nodded and turned to Naav only to find the green haired Neg'vah gone without a trance, probably to catch up with the others. "Alright let's go, hopefully this will be nothing to worry about." Or my brother is going to kill me... he thought. Bra led the way out off the throne room and into one of the many corridors that filled the palace. Where a perturbed looking Raditz almost immediate intercepted them.
"Was there some family reunion planned that I wasn't invited to?"he grumbled irritably. "Your highness," Raditz saluted to Bra, "The Prince informed me to give you a message before he launched-
"Launched?! To where?!"
"Let him finish first."
"As I was say, he said that there were only 5 pod and he left to go get her." oh no that means that Pan was left behind and Trunks is going after her. If Trunks is going after her she must have tricked him somehow.
Dammit. T'Kal and Menneth would have in their dirty clutches.
News of the Prince's leaving could not reach the King just yet.
Bra read his mind, "Raditz make sure word of this doesn't leave palace grounds.
I'll tell the king myself."
His uncle nodded and bowed, "Yes your Majesty. One more thing there is a unknown ship in orbit with an unidentified species at is trying to contact Gohan."
Does life save each and every unexpected occurance for the exact time that you don't need it or what?
"Bra you go on ahead, I take care of it."
"But Goten-
"I think Bulma will at least want to see one of her children present." Bra scowled an him but didn't object; it was the truth. Planting a kiss on her forehead he then turn to Raditz, "Lead the way."
As as the three left in there separate directions none noticed the scared figure slip quietly into the shadows.
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When Trunks woke up for the second time he found himself in front A'Drai,
Ewajima and a massive circular vessel that put even the Neg'Vah cruisers to shame. A sense of urgency slammed into him. Pan was there, in that ship! She needed him now! He didn't know how he knew, only that he did know. Putting up the ship's defenses he found getting close to it would prove difficult to get close; those black hatches weren't there for decoration. He scowl, 'I don't have time for this!' Desperate times call for quick thinking. Or something like that, who knew with those human sayings.
Trunks shut down the engines and all systems. Quickly he snatched up the emergency suit for underneath his seat and quickly put it on over the blue suit and armor he was wearing. Deftly opening the cockpit he drifted out side grabbing hold of the tiny ships nose as his drifted by. Checking his trajectory he fire a small ki-blast over the shoulder of the tiny one-man fighter. The blast propelled him through the darkness undetected and directly under the side
of the larger vessel.
Sure he could have turned off the ship and drifted from the inside but that would take far too long and Trunks felt that every second was needed. Using a smaller ki blast his slowed his speed and used another to blast a whole in the side of the hull.
He ducted in time to miss being rammed by two guards unfortunate enough to be vacuumed from the hall he'd just blown a whole in.
He flew in to the whole pulling the nose of the ship with him.
He pulled it in until the cockpit of the tiny one-man fighter sealed the hole.
Mentally he began searching for Pan only the gut feeling that she was there gave him an inkling of where to look he only hope he wouldn't be to late.
He picked a corridor relying on his senses to guide him, making note of his direction. Oddly enough there weren't many guards or just pain people period. A ship this size would have held a sizable amount of people comparable to the population of an Hitohi Mobile colony or two. The lack of life was eerie enough- Foot steps interrupted his thinking.
A small entourage of aliens spotted him, and began to chase.
"Stop right there! Sound the alarm Intruder! Intruder!"
Tossing a small ki blast over his shoulder Trunks slowed up his followers with a nice explosion. He couldn't keep running around forever 'Dammit Pan, where are you?!'
Turning onto another hall Trunks got his bearing straight and began to 'feel'
for Pan energy, her feel force and hope that his feelings were accurate, Pan had yet to teach him her little trick.
She was close or so he hoped very close maybe on the other side of the... Trunks turned and blasted the wall to his left. The scene that greeted him, made him both sick and angry.
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Tell me something; was it the green skin? Or perhaps it was the pointy ears.
Honestly, now. What was it that made people at every stop in this galaxy, make
did people put them on hold?
Or perhaps the whole human and saiyajin races where conspiring against him in a cruel joke to keep him away from the only one of their kind that had ever and would ever associate himself on a some what friendly basis.
The only reason he didn't go down there and find Son Gohan himself was that no matter how desperate he was to inform his friend of the impending danger, charging into a planet full of saiya-jin was a death wish, plain and simple.
So here he was again waiting at a consul for someone on the other end to respond. The first response had gone better than his last few the young saiya-jin looked like he'd seen enough shocks for one day and just one more probably wouldn't kill him. Rather the young man was rather quick to leave to get higher authorities.
Now if only those said authorities would care to make an appearance in his life
time...
As if on cue a face the resembled Gohan's to a point where it was exceedingly disconcerting.
"Your not Gohan."
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Quotes of the day:
"Woman was created from the ribs of man
Not from his head to top him
Nor from his feet to be walked upon
She was made from his side to be his equal
From beneath his arms to be protected
From very near his heart to be loved."
-Anonymous
The best gifts are tied with heartstrings-Unknown
From the reviewers:
"An open mind is like a fortress with its gates left open and its walls unguarded."
-Unknown
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