Give them my
regards...
Hello there this is a one shot that came to me
yesterday, I hope you enjoy it.
The song Featured is "Through
her eyes" by Dream Theatre, you may remember it as the song that
you hear during the credits at the end of the "History of Trunks"
Movie.
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She dipped her small
and wrinkled cupped hands into the basin of warm water, scooping up
the fluid she held her breath before splashing it over her face,
placing her hands down on the basins rim she allowed the water to
drip down her skin.
Breathing out through her mouth with eyes
shut she begged the tears in her throat to stay at bay, she didn't
want to cry, and there would be plenty of time for that soon enough.
"Why does it hurt
so much please stop hurting me" she begged herself helplessly,
fearing the emotional torture she was putting herself through would
make she ill.
Pan reached over pulling her face towel from the
thin, silver towel rack on the wall, patting it against her wrinkled
skin at first then leaving it against it, sucking in a breath through
the fabric to suppress the tears.
Drying her skin off she
then brushed her grey streaked raven hair, leaving the bathroom she
picked up and slipped on her thick warm overcoat and around her neck
her green thick scarf.
"You stay put ok." She said to her
overweight black and white cat as he lounged comfortable on the green
recliner in the living room. Pan smiled softly at her long time
companion then headed for the front door and as she was about to
reach out to grasp the black door knob, she glanced down at a photo
frame sitting on bench beside the door.
She sighed sadly as
she gazed upon it; reaching out she gentle draped her finger tips
across the glass, seeing the smiling face of a youthful Uub staring
back at her, her beloved deceased husband.
She
never really had a chance
On that fateful moonlit night
Sacrificed
without a fight
A victim of her circumstance
Hastily she jogged to her air car parked on the side of the house, receiving that call this morning was a shock and she knew time was running out, Bulma Two sounded hysterical on eth phone and she couldn't image how bad she could be now.
"Hold on, just hold on a little longer" She prayed slipping into the air car and shutting the door quickly to avoid the snow getting in, starting the car she turned on the heating immediately and drove off swiftly toward the highway, the quickest way into the city.
Now
that I've become aware
And I've exposed this tragedy
A sadness
grows inside of me
It all seems so unfair
I am
learning all about my life
By looking through her eyes
She wasn't sobbing now but her eyes were glassed over just waiting for an excuse to start again, she noticed something out of the corner of her eyes and slowly turning to face it it. There stood Pan in the hallway watching her from a distance curiously and awaiting to be acknowledged.
Bulma Two stood up slowly with her knees and feet still clenched together, she started jogging up to Pan with her arms open and once there Pan also opened her arms catching the young woman in a strong embrace, Bulma 2 sobbed carelessly onto the snow covered shoulder of Pan's coat.
"It's alright let it all out dear" Pan said soothingly to her, gently stroking the woman's green blue hair with her gloved hand and careful to not embrace her too tightly, due to Bulma Twos large protruding stomach of her 7 month pregnancy.
"I can't live if he dies Miss Son, I cant if he goes he (sniff) is the legs that support my body from falling (sniff) he is my father!" She sobbed uncontrollably, her body jumping with every sob and staggered breath.
Pan nodded and gently pulled herself away to look into the woman's eyes.
"Where is he, what
room is he in?" She inquired, of all people she never expected to
receive a call form this woman who she had never met only to find out
she was Trunks daughter.
"He is in 17B and he is sniff
waiting for you Miss Son" she Responded, wiping her nose and eyes
with the dark blue hanky in her hand, stepping aside she allowed room
for the 97 year old Pan to move past.
Patting Bulma Two's
hand gently Pan brushed past and heading down the short hallways of
the hospitals private wing and after only a short walk and
observation of the rooms she past she found it, 17B printed in black
letters across a silver board.
Swallowing the lump in her
throat as she stepped toward it and with her hand already up and
ready hand push the door open, it was hard for her to believe that
she was about to see him and in here of all placed, a man she
considered to be invincible since their childhood.
Her gloved
fingers touched the door with her ample strength beyond her years; it
took only the tips of them to open the heavy swinging door.
Just
beyond the churchyard gates
Where the grass is overgrown
I saw
the writing on her stone
I felt like I would suffocate
And then she saw him, it had been forty years since their last encounter but she recognized him instantly, even with the oxygen mask over his mouth and grey patches through his lavender hair, she approached him slowly with her arms folded against her chest.
Coming to his bedside she looked up at the heart monitor above his head which also monitors blood pressure and oxygen, the heart beat was slow and faint as she expected it to be.
She filled with pity to know it was really him lying there helplessly in a hospital bed, he had been like this for almost two months now and the vision was disturbing to her.
"I am glad... that.... you came... Bulma called you I trust?" She heard a faint voice utter; looking back to him she found that he was awake though his eyes remained shut his breathing rate had increased.
She smiled and stepped closer to the bed.
"Hello to you old friend, been a while since I last saw you and I only wish it could have been under better circumstances" she said pulling a nearby chair closer to the bed and sitting down."And yes I met her
outside, she looks so much like your mother and you named her Bulma
as well" Pan commented, smiling gently to him, her deep smile lines
stretching with her lips.
"Yes she is as beautiful as
she was". He said inhaling air through the oxygen mark, when he
exhaled the clear rubber fogged up. Reaching up slowly he grasped a
hold of the nose part with a shaky palm and pushed it up clumsily
onto his forehead and away from his mouth. Pan didn't think it was
wise but avoided arguing with him, their time was limited and was
sure he knew it as much as she did.
"I hope you realize you
are taking a risk doing that" she said to him, placing her bag down
onto the tiled floor she tried to seem relaxed.
Trunks
chuckled.
"This coming from
Pan the biggest risk taker known to man" His voice scratched out
through his slow moving lips, is eyes sluggishly open with a gentle
gaze.
Looking into his face filled with deep lines and many
sun spots that had caused the cancer in him to develop in the first
place, he had managed to keep most of his lavender hair even if it
mixed with grey now, his weight however had declined to an almost
skeletal state and the pain he experienced was deep.
"Well
maybe in the past but now im just trying to keep up with it all, it
gets harder as you get older you know" She said chuckling, her
voice also slightly scraping as it passed through her throat.
In
loving memory of our child
So innocent, eyes open wide
I felt
so empty as I cried
Like part of me had died
Pan reached over for the oxygen mask from his forehead to put it back over his mouth, just as her hand touched it Trunks reached up grabbing her wrist with what strength he had left, his wrinkled fingers and arm quivering as he held on.
"No... I don't... don't want you to see me like this. "he said forcefully, his eyes clenched shut as pain started to circulate in his body, the doctors he couldn't stop it from hurting with any medications and to say the least they were shocked at how long he had lasted to now, in some instances Trunks wished death would just come along.
Pan released the mask and clutched his quivering arm to lay it gently on the blanket beside his body, his pain started to take full circle and teeth bared tighter with every slow beat of his heart, Pan watched helplessly as someone she loved squabbled silently in pain.
"I wish we could be back there with my grandfather, my father and your father and just think about how much I miss it I want to cry, I always miss those days when you and I were young Trunks" she admitted after his pain had subsided, bowing her head to hide the grief that was in her face from him.
I am
learning all about my life
By looking through her eyes.
"Pan...how come we never fell in love?" he asked her un-expectantly, his face plastered in its questioning way as he awaited her to look back up at him.
And as
her image
Wandered through my head
I wept just like a baby
As
I lay awake in bed
"...I don't know but I want to know... I want to know why so much why Trunks." she said with tears welling up in her eyes, she knew he would only ask her such a question if the end was near, the thought made her grip his hand tighter.
And I
know what it's like
To lose someone you love
And this felt just
the same
"It time to go Pan, don't wait until im gone to let it out." He asked and almost begging her, his fingers slowly loosening their grip on hers and his left eye starting to droop shut.
Pans lips quivered and immediately followed by a sob, sucking the tears back in she had one more thing to say to him, even though it wasn't what she dreamed of say to him.
She
wasn't given any choice
Desperation stole her voice
I've been
given so much more in life
I've got a son, I've got a wife
".... I will Panny...I will" he uttered slowly and faintly, his right eyes closing and the grip of his fingers loosening into dead weight, his hand dropped like a stone from hers onto the blankets beside him.
I had
to suffer one last time
To grieve for her and say goodbye
Relive
the anguish of my past
To find out who I was at last
Pans heavy tears flowed to their full extant, her empty hand felt cold without his to hold for she was truly alone now, the last of the great generation that helped defend the earth in its last epic battle all those years ago again..
The
door has opened wide
I'm turning with the tide
Looking through
her eyes
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At first, he expected it to be like the movies, the bright
white light that everyone says you walk toward.
"That was
the biggest bullshit I don't see a white... hold on a second"
Trunks said to himself, his voice, it wasn't the voice of an old
mans that he heard every morning for the past 50 years, his voice was
that of a young man.
It was all black and then he realized
his eyelids were in fact closed... slowly he opened them when he felt
a small draft flap his hair against his cheeks. His hair... it was
longer as it was the cut he had when he was in his youth, he ran a
hand through it and found it was indeed the same ear length style he
used to have. His eyelids finally opened fully and he glanced around
himself and the horizon, it was daylight as though it was an early
sunset and he was surrounded with a thick covering of fog. No
wait...they were clouds!
He lifted an eyebrow then glanced
down at his body; he was dressed in a black tank top and dark grey
cargo pants.
"How...how has this happened?" he asked
himself, staring at the rejuvenated skin of his hands and arms,
feeling his cheeks with the tips of his fingers to find the skin
smooth and tight against his bones. Feeling this he glances around at
the surroundings, he was high in the heaves with a single coiling
grey/blue footpath that seemed to float in mid air with out the
assistance of foundations or beams.
Trunks blinked, and then
gasped when he realized where he was. Somewhere that only one other
person he knew had ever been and that other person was Goku.
"Snake way... im
on snake way but how?" he almost shouted, not that he was
ungrateful because he was allowed to keep his body and to the
deceased that way the greatest gift.
"Sooo... you made it
after all" A voice uttered from behind, Trunks gasped at the words
that he heard and knew instantly who there maker was.
Slowly
he turned his muscular youthful body with his eyes falling upon the
figure behind him, his mouth still hanging ajar as his suspicions
were confirmed.
"Father?" he said, staring at the
familiar mug of Vegeta standing on snake way several meters away,
above his head hovered a transparent halo.
"Yes... who did
you think it was boy?" Vegeta snapped in his usual manner.
Trunks blinked.
"I
didn't think I would find you here, of all people father to be
allowed to keep his body" Trunks said walking forward toward
Vegeta, stopping when they were a foots distance apart.
"Huh!
Did you think only that fool Kackarot would get here, I had my words
with King Yemma and he agreed" Vegeta stated, turning his back to
Trunks.
Trunks shook his had with humor.
"That is not the reason dad you did well by the earth too, King Yemma knows that better than anyone" Trunks said with a smile. Vegeta didn't respond as his son stepped closer.
"I'm so glad to
see you again, you have no comprehension of just how much" he
added, continuing to smile to Vegetas back, the man dressed in his
dark brown leather jacket and black leather pants, to see his father
young again brought an unspeakable glee along with seeing and feeling
young himself.
"Hmph" Vegeta huffed and began walking
away down snake way with his arms folded against his chest.
Trunks
jogged forward catching up him, wishing Pan could be with him here to
see him too... she would have loved it so much, he suddenly
remembered.
"By the way, Panny send her regards" Trunks
said, smirking to himself with his eyes forward.
Vegeta snorted a
chuckle.
"Gohan's brat...still alive and kicking after all
this time." he uttered, continuing to walk down snake way with
Trunks by his side, he was silent for several moments and trunks
became curious
"Where are we going?" He inquired, noting
the bright sun like light that they were walking toward, wondering
where his father was leading him and why.
"We are going to
see the others they have been waiting for you, I lost the coin toss
with Gohan so they sent me to come and fetch you." Vegeta answered,
the pair continuing to walk toward the bright light that sat waiting
for them a portion of snake way.
"Why didn't Goku come
and get me then?" Trunks asked turning to his father, his hands
swinging gently in tune with his manly stride. Vegeta smirked wishing
he were in Gokus place.
"He has important business on
earth, you will see him soon..." he answered.
The pair walked until their bodies vanished in the bright warm light, the legacy of the sayajin was ending, two former princes striding away to where the eternal afterlife would take them.
Would the earth survive without Goku and his noble band of defenders?, Pan was the last of the generation who defended earth left, however sayajin blood was strong an it passes on multiple generations over a long period of time before being distinguished...
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