AN: I don't think I've ever been angry at any electrical appliance until last chapter. I finally get it up and then a few days, after reading the reviews, I find out all the spacing screwed up Arrrg!! I've never wanted to strangle a computer before, but I guess there is a first time for everything. And to top it all off I've had the worst case of writer's block ever. I'm so mad so I put together what I have done for this and then next chapter. The next chapter will defiantly get to all the V/B and Gh/Vl and a few other peoples so Ja bai bai till then. This is for all the T/P-ers!
-Mizuko
Chapter 15- Anata o hitsuyou to shimasu
"Did you see that?!"
"He just blew us off!"
The Medici brother's exclaimed in outrage.
The group sentiments ran along the same lines as they finished their rounds. The unexpected run in with the enemy craft hadn't put the 45th in better spirits. Not especially with hang over he had from last night. Ace squeezed the bridge of his nose, why did he let Diamond talk him into those last few drinks? The last thing he needed was some border hopping, stuck up, arrogant, grumble, grumble, explicative...
"He can't do that. Who dose he think he is? Blue bastard." Club muttered over the com.
"No threat, eh? I'd like to him a few of my torps then we'll see who ain't ta threat." Jack put in.
"Well there is nothing we can do about now." Ace said trying to keep the anger out of his own tone. "Let's get back to base and report this incident. We'll meet back for our second patrol round at 01700 hours." Nothing like getting dismissed by some arrogant elite blue to start your afternoon off, right?
Greatly anode he forced himself to focus on docking and land procedures as he and his wing approached the base. He should have just shot the guy after the first warning. 'But the enemy had to shoot first; Hitohi procedures.' As long as he followed procedure and kept his wing to them too, he'd catch no heat from his superiors. 'Pan would have just shot him anyways. Ahh well, this is not the time to deliberate over some trespassing delinquent blue. Hopefully this was a isolated incident and they wouldn't see more pretentious snobby blue like that purple haired freak again.
But the next time Ace ever saw that certain creep again; he couldn't promise he'd follow procedures.
After going to reporting the incident, Ace returned to his quarter. His quarter were nice sparsely decorate but still nice, spacious. Well as spacious as they could allow on an outpost like this one. He settled on the comfy chair stationed in the living area. It seemed he just put his back wiped the recent events from his mind when a solid knock on the door interrupted the wing commander's near relaxation.
Spade strode in with grin but it disappeared when he eyed the room.
"What?" Ace asked, almost annoyed not bothering to stand. They were off duty anyway.
"Nothing. Just figured you had something *cough* someone *cough* that you need to rush off so quickly to your quarters for."
"Haha very funny. Did Diamond put you up to this? She isn't trying to set me up again is she look tell her I don't need her meddling in-
"Nahh No way Diamond had nothing to do with this but since you mentioned when's the last time you've been out?" Ace groaned it was a nice gesture his friends were only looking out for his well-being but...They could over do it from time to time. No, lets face it, it was a one way trip to lunacy and back.
Spade continued, seating himself across from the Ace on the small sofa, "You just need to get out a bit more... I have someone you might be interested in...
"Spade."
The blonde continued ignoring Ace's feeble protest.
"Pretty little thing you know dark hair dark eyes...
"Spade!"
"I think you'd get along with him pretty well. He seems like your type...
"SPADE!"
"Okay so you're not into guys. We kind of thought that since you never really pay any a attention to- Ace shot his friend a look worse than death.
Spade raised his hands in an innocent gesture.
"Okay, okay. I can take hint. If that isn't the case, then there must be someone you're holding on to." Ace raised an eyebrow where did he come up with such ridicules and totally correct hypothesis?
Spade flash a jackpot grin, "She must be special..."
"She was..."
"What went wrong?"
"Nothing." It was spade's turn to raise a saggy eyebrow. "We just had bad timing that's all." Ace explained," We were both in the academy but i continued my military career, and she. She got drawn back into her old life. She was one heck of a pilot though. If things hadn't turn out the way the did I'm almost certain she would've made Wing Commander in no time."
"Wow that must have been something. But-
That dreaded three-letter word...
-you can't hang on to the past forever bud."
Was he hanging onto the past? To Pan? Nah they were just friends now. Spade was messing with his mind now.
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A green haired alien had Pan pinned against the wall, her wrist captured over her head with one of her a green hand and leaning in to roughly kiss his Pan. His Pan. Rage boiled in his blood faster than he could process it. In silent fury he pulled back his fist and prepared to launch himself at the man who dared to lay a hand on his utsukushii!
"Arrg! Why you little!" The green alien drew back nursing a bloody tongue. He got what he deseaverd but not nearly enough of it.
The alien picked her up by her wrists like a rag doll and flung her into the wall. Far beyond the point of reason, Trunks launched himself full force, slamming his fist into the surprised alien's gut. "Warning, intruder! Warning, intruder!" Well that was a little late.
"But- How?" it croaked before slumping to the floor. Trunks sneered in disgust. How weak, to force yourself onto a female.
"Pan..." He walked over and knelt by her side. Numerous black and blue bruises were forming in too many places and many cut littered what was left of her gray uniform. Blood not only stained her clothes but also smeared the wall that she had been tossed against. Gently he lifted her head and examined the wound. His heart sank into his stomach. He wasn't a doctor but it was more than likely that she had a concussion. That wasn't good.
"Pan. Pan! Come on wake up if you can." She groaned weakly as he lifted up her up. Blood immediately began to soak his armor, he frowned; she was bleeding to much for his liking. He began running back the way he'd come trying not to jar her body as he went. For one so strong in this state sshe looked so weak and helpless. He would protect her.
"ugh...Trunks? Ba-Baka... I thought I told you not to come after me..." she groaned her eyelids fluttering open.
Relief flooded his tense body, "Stupid girl, it is within my princely duties to rescue a damsel in distress, Utsukushii." He quipped; Pan chuckle at the weak attempt at humor, blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth. 'Come on hang in there Pan.' Trunks grimaced spotting his earlier followers blocking his path. Each armed with odd little weapon on there arms. "There he is, men. Fire!"
He turned his back to the blasts, shielding Pan. Mere pin pricks to him, but he could not risk Pan any more injuries. Turning his torso his effortlessly wiped out the small troop. Beginning his run again he noticed her eyelids closing again.
"Pan. Pan?"
"Hmm." Her eyes lulled sleepily, exhausted from whatever had happen to her.
"I need you to stay wake, for me okay? Pan!" He told her as he rounded the last corner to the corridor where he could see the cockpit of his fighter poking into the hull of the giant. Gently he set her down next to it. Quickly opening it he picked her up again, lightly placing her to one side. "I'm tired....so sleepy...
"I know. I know, just wait a little longer you may have a concussion. Alright Pan?" He leaned in and touched her cheek lifting her head, to see her pretty dark eye staring back at him. Who ever did this to her would pay, dearly.
His did not hear the blast that followed a second later, but he certainly felt it. "aagh-" he clenched his teeth feeling a searing pain jolt through his left side. Pan's glazed eye's widened worriedly. Bringing his torso out of the cockpit he scowled furiously at the culprit; it was the same weakling from before!
The prince's face remain emotionless as he raised his arm to perform his father's trademark attack, "Final..." The idiot stared blackly at Trunks' hand. "FLASH!"
Not wanting to stick around for what would likely be a huge explosion the lavender haired prince jumped into the cockpit, shutting it and starting it up in one fluid motion. Pain from his wound made him re think dismissing the green alien as a total weakling. Firing up the engines and pulling out of the whole he'd made in the side of the gigantic ship.
'That really hurt.' he grimace in pain rearranging Pan to drape over his lap and making her more comfortable.
"Why you'd come?"
"Hush now, why wouldn't I Utsukushii?"
"You're hurt." she whispered hanging onto consciousness.
"You're hurt worse, this is nothing." he reassured her setting the coordinates for Beijita-sei. Blinding light suddenly filled the cockpit.
*BAM!*
Then silence.
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"Sorry to disappoint you but I'm his brother Goten."
The young man replied. Family resemble could carry a long way.
"Yes. Gohan has told me about you..." The hybrid look slightly surprised.
"Oh?"
"Yes, He speaks very highly of you. I think he's quite proud to have you for a younger sibling, no matter what your difference may be."
"Really?... Yeah well what can I do for you Mr..."
"Piccolo. Just Piccolo. I have come to warn up of a great danger. A few months ago a ship arrived on planet Namek, he remembered.
It was all too clear in his mind. The second sun was just rising and the third had presently set. A warm and gentle breeze blew across the vast wilderness of Namek. The namekian trees rustled faintly. The reflection the near by pond was a smooth and placid as a mirror's surface. The mild slopes gave the place a serene and calm feel to it.
It truly was a beautiful place, a small paradise really.
If you ignored the wretched smell of dead bodies that still lingered.
Or the cinder and ash from the burning buildings that choked the air. And the crowd of remaining Nameks mournfully retreating to one of the few remaining ships left.
How could anyone do this to such a peaceful people as his own?
Shaking of the memory Piccolo explained the destructive Freiza was on his way carefully omitting the part where Freiza had given the Nameks an ultimatum of handing over the secret dragon balls. It was not necessary for the Saiya-jin to know about such things. Not even Gohan's little brother.
"I see." The Gohan's brother nodded when Piccolo was done telling his tale.
"I think this Frieza fellow is the one that's been stirring up trouble recently in this area as well. I suspect the Neg'Vah government maybe under his influence as we speak. Do you know if he has some purpose or is this a deranged psychotic with too much power."
"He seems to after the most useful thing he can find with each race. He forces were incredibly powerful but slow which is how we managed to out run him.
"Hmm he could be after the Neeg'Vah's ship technology, they're pretty ahead in that department. Why would he want to come here? One being against millions of saiyajin warriors doesn't stand a chance-"
"NO! Don't underestimate him. He's way out of your league, even Gohan's I may fear. He would hesitate to do what it takes to get what he wants what ever it is." Piccolo said with a sternness of a teacher to a student.
" Tell Gohan I'm sorry we could not speak and that I may visit sometime in the future. One more thing there is a stranded ship not to far from here, from New Earth, that is in need of some mechanical help...
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"Sector 358 clear."
"Copy that Jack. Crazy eights?"
"Sector 359 and 360 clear"
"Roger that. Diamond?"
"Sector 357 clear."
"Alright. Good work guys." Ace said getting a thumbs up from his co-pilot, Spade. Be able to leave after pulling a double shift it was getting kind of late 0' 2100hours. Spade's sage advice on his mind all the while. Perhaps he was right. There was that cute little brunette that worked in the mess hall... "Sector 356 is- Hang on a second I'm picking something up on the radar." His eyebrows furrowed at the red blip that had appeared on his screen." The flick of several switches went off behind him.
"Bringing on the main screen." A speck of a ship appeared looking like a fly from a children's picture book with smoke trace it path in the inky darkness of space.
"Magnifying." That ship looked awfully familiar...
"Hey that's the same knucklehead from this morning! Should we shoot him down? One of the brothers asked.
"I-
"No don't, please..." a weak voice carried over the frequency. Ace frowned that was the same guy from before. The same lavender haired freak popped up on the screen. He seemed less...cocky this time a pensive frown etched on his face.
"Why should we listen to you." Ace spat with uncharacteristic vengeance. "After all we should be no threat right?" he commented aiming a warning shot.
"You fool! I don't care what happens to me but she is dieing. If you shoot you'll kill her for sure. She is one of your own.' The man stated obviously getting desperate. "Pan can't die now..."
The name seared through his brain like a bolt and resonated off the lips of some of the pilots. "PAN?!"
"As in Son Pan? THE Pan?"
"Gohan's daughter?"
Ace cut the questions short, "How do we know your telling the truth?" The guy growled on obvious frustration but his voice was deadly calm, "I don't have time for this! She needs help now or someone will be explaining to Gohan himself why his daughter die because his own troops wouldn't give her the medical attention she needs." There was a brief pause.
"Club, Diamond, haul his ship in. Jack, alert our superiors of the situation. Crazy 8 alert the med facilities of in coming priority patient. Spade your with me, we're going to escort these two to the med rooms."
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Breathing. She could hear breathing. Her breathing. 'I'm awake...' she thought, not all together just yet. Dark eye fluttered open and checked her surroundings familiar metallic gray ceiling dominated her view along with tons of medical equipment in her peripheral vision. It didn't take a genius to figure she was in some sort of medical wing. But why it looked familiar was beyond her.
As the haze of sleepiness wore off, Pan's mind began to function more readily.
'Where am I? The last thing I remember was being in Trunks' fighter and then that light...' Suddenly she sat straight up 'Where was Trunks? He was bleeding pretty badly from that wound.'
"Take it easy there, Panny. You've been through quite alot these past few days."
No one but her family called her Panny except...
"Jonathan?" Comforting gray eyes smiled warmly at her from the seat beside her bed. He had a caring face, a warm smile and a calming personal, complemented by his cool gray eyes and dirty blonde hair.
"It's been along time, Panny."
"Yes, she squeaked blushing, "It good to see you but where's... Jonathan's eyes darkened and he snorted. 'Boy Trunks sure makes friends fast,' she silently remarked.
"You have quite an interesting friend." her friend stated trying to cover obvious dislike
"You have no idea, he can be a bit...hard to work with but he save my life how is he?"
"Utsukushii, you're wake." Pause. "It's about time, all the beauty sleep in the world couldn't help you." Pan looked to her other side to see Trunks leaning against the wall that damned smirk of his creeping over his lips. If she could she would have punched him... just because it looked way too good on him.
He grinned wider at her furious scowl knowing she couldn't get up and do anything about it.
He wasn't wearing a shirt only bandages to wrap the wound he'd received from Zarbon's blast, his blue skin tight pants and his boots with his tail wrapped securely around his waist. Despite the bandages his muscles were clearly evident, and greatly admired by Pan even if she wouldn't allow herself to indulge in that fact.
"Hey buddy, she's the only thing between you and the nearest prison cell, I suggest you show a little respect!" Jonathan snapped. Pan placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry I can handle him." Pan glared back at Trunks, who was glaring back...at Jonathan. More precisely, Jonathan's shoulder. Hmmm. Pan could have laughed; green just wasn't his color. She turned back to her Jonathan. He didn't wear it to well either...She looked at them glaring at each other and sighed. Men.
"What were you thinking, Pan? Stupid girl, you were nearly killed!" the lavender haired demanded breaking the momentary lapse.
"If I hadn't you be the one all banged up and I'd be the one to have drag your sorry carcass back you stubborn mule!"
"Baka na onna no ko, I'd have stood a better chance against them then you."
Oh she hadn't thought about that, but she wouldn't let him know that you.
"Ha! I'm sure that's why that you got that little gift eh?"
"Why you..."
Jonathan took the liberty to interrupt before things got worse. He said standing up. She could see he was reluctant even more so to leave her in the care of Trunks if only briefly.
"Pan needs her rest, yelling at her will not help. I suggest you let her rest," before Trunks could snarl back, Jonathan turned to her, "I sorry I have to go so soon, and leave you with this dirt bag," he mutter to her alone, "but duty calls, I' send a friend down here in a bit with some food, alright." he smiled genuinely at her. He was just as sweet as she remembered, unlike a certain somebody...
"Bye Jonathan." she beamed back at him.
"Dirt bag?! Humph! You're never that nice to me." The prince complained childishly taking the seat next to her bed. His proximity made her heart go pitty pat.
"It wouldn't hurt you to be a little kinder either."
He looked down, "It was foolish of you to go off like that," said still looking down, she to looked to see what he found so interesting. He was staring at their resting hands. His was large and warm covering petite one completely, he was gently stoking the back of hers with his thumb. "So completely reckless, crazy and stupid..." How could he be so gently while say such harsh things? No not how, why?
"...You could have been killed." he ended. Pan could have sworn she felt the tiniest grasp from his hand, "You were in a coma for 3 days, Utsukushii." The nickname was more of a loving caress than the teasing taunt it was usually meant to be. Her poor pitty pattying heart, had by, now overshot a few very much needed beats. Then he leaned over an softly brushed his lips with hers in a gentle tease that made her lips tingle and goose bump shiver down her spine.
He pulled away before the kiss could deepen, caressing her face.
"I shall get you safely where you need to be," he said standing.
She blinked innocent eye at his abrupt change. Did she do something wrong?
He turned walking towards the door, "Rest well, Utsukushii."
"Wait!" she called not wanting him to leave... but that was weak, he would laugh at her. "I... Ah...Thank you Trunks."
He regarded her a moment with those ice blue eyes of his, watching her intently before that insufferable grin crept back again.
"I do believe you are blushing Pan."
"What?! I am not!"
"Hmm If I'd know it'd have that kind of effect on you, I'd have done it a lot sooner."
"Why you! Arrgh!"
"Bye for Utsukushii!"
That-! That! That man!! She wanted to strangle and kiss him all at the same time that insufferable jerk.
Her insufferable jerk
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Quotes of the day:
"Never pass up an opportunity to keep your mouth shut."
-Floyd Odell Murphy Sr.
"Tact: Ability to tell a man he's open-minded when he has a hole in his head."
- Jean Cocteau
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