Broken Promises
Disclaimer: i can't even draw a proper looking sun. what makes u think i can draw and anime like dbz? oO
Chapter Eleven: More To It oO
Pan
She lay crumpled against the cell wall. Her eyes half lidded, her lip still bled, and she swore she felt a loose tooth. Coughing, she scrunched up to try and succumb the pain. Pan winced as she felt her wounds upon her back open once more. She couldn't figure it out. Why did he want her? The only possible part she could possibly play in the future of the universe was if she was the Key, and the high counsel had already established that the Key was Dryden. Despite what Dryden and Marabu had claimed, she wasn't it.
She licked her dry lips doing no good, as her mouth was as dry as a desert any ways. 'But…' she thought. 'If I am of use to Catastrophe, what use am I to the outer saiyans? What is it, that they TO try to conceal from me? I could be a valuable fighter given Goku was my grandpa, but I have learned scarcely nothing. Okay, let's think reasonably here. What have I been able to master?' she paused considering the different options. 'No matter. The only things that the outer saiyans would not have mastered are the ka-ma-ha-me-ha and the ka-ho-kan. But even so, I'm positive that the Grand Master has taught SOME of the elites the techniques of King Kai. Either way, I have to try to get out…I can't have failed yet. I still have to help the saiyan race. They NEED me in some way.'
Pulling together her strength, she moved her cut and bruised hands to her collar. Grasping them in her hands, she began to pull at them. Willing them to break, and bend to her will. Within seconds of applying pressure, a shock ran through her body rendering all of her nerves useless, and then suddenly it was as if they had gotten a jumpstart with too much electricity. The pain pulsed through her body for a full agonizing minute, before she fell limp to the floor.
It was silent save for the sound of her panting for breathe. She removed her shaky hands, and found a large cut from her wrist to her elbow joint. She could feel a sticky substance, most likely blood, running down her back. Another wound to add to the collection she got from Catastrophe's whipping. He had said many strange things to her. Odd things like, he had been waiting eons for this moment, that she was the answer to his prayers, and that his people would finally see that they were wrong in his banishment."
'Some how, I'm useful to him.' She couldn't find the strength to talk. 'I've got to figure out how useful I am, and what I'm useful for. I've got to…I just got to. For my people….for Veggie, and Piccolo….for Mommy and Daddy…for ….for Trunks.' Her eyes welt up with tears she thought she had long ridden herself of. 'No matter how much pain I must endure, I'll never regret falling in love with you Trunks Vegita Briefs, and I'll never regret making that deal. If only you could live, I would do this ten times over with twice the pain each time. I just wish…for you….to…' "live…." The last word was whispered to herself. It was meant for only one other pair of ears. Trunks. Finally the last of the shock retreated back into the collar, and she slowly lost consciousness. Sadly, her dreams were not peaceful as she had hoped, but they to were plagued by many problems.
High Counsel
"THIS IS UBSURD!!!!" a booming voice rose above the others. The previous murmurings had ceased to the occasional cough, and sneeze.
An old man stood in the middle of the circular room. His short greying hair fell to his shoulders, his long wisdom beard lay upon his chest, and his white and blue robes lay crinkled around his breakable form. His face remained stern, but his eyes held a look of such great wisdom, many could not stare him in the eyes without feeling incompetent. His gaze moved easily around the room as he stood on a raised platform. The rest of the counsel shifted uneasily in their seats on their designated level. On the ground level, sat the graceful Winderians of Hito-sei. White stone pillars supported the level above them where the passive Waterians of Yiro-sei sat. Then above them, sat the hardheaded Firians of Kuro-sei, whom had much in common with the cold-hearted Voidans of Neo-sei who sat above them. And finally at the top of the coliseum like build up, sat the most wise of the five saiyan races; the Masterians of Tsumi-sei.
The old man rubbed his temple in pure frustration and anger. And most saiyans sank back into their seats for this was NOT a good sign. It was not often that the Grand Master showed emotion, but when he did, you best be careful, and pray for your life. The Grand Master raised his old hands to the only light allowed in the room by a glass opening in the ceiling. It was the blessed light of Tsumi-sei's sun Soren.
"What has become of the saiyan race oh mighty goddess Koneko of saiyans?!" His voice was unwavering, but held such anguish and anxiety of the upcoming war. "Why in our time of need do we fall to out greatest fear and weakness? What have we done to deserve such a slow painful downfall?" His eyes lowered to the ground, and his hands fell to his side. He sighed, whilst the counsel anticipated his next words. His voice was weary tired, and many had to strain even their saiyan hearing to hear him. "Tell me now great saiyans, the wisest of our race, how could we loose sight of our REAL goal that we could not foresee this happen?"
A voice spoke up. A female voice. "Because we followed logic." A young lady with blonde hair so light that it could pass as white, stood up from her seat on the top floor. She wore a light blue dress that fell to the floor trailing slightly behind her, with her hair braided over her shoulder. She jumped over the railing demonstrating more grace than expected with someone of her soldier rank. For though advisor she was, her skills of the martial arts had much room to be perfected. She walked towards the bottom of the platform, but made no moved to step upon it. She fingered her dark blue trimming on her robe. "Allow me to explain our mistake Grand Master." She bowed her head.
He looked down at her with a fondness in his eyes. "Lady Taya, your family has been with this counsel for longer than mine. The wisdom of your family is greatly appreciated. Please do not hesitate to turn the light of wisdom from me."
She raised her head and stepped up on the platform while the Grand Master got down, and took and empty spot in a nearby chair.
"Great saiyans, we have never made a mistake as grave as this since the villain Freeza. But come now, for t'is not the Goddess at fault. The prophecy foretold of a savour, and the Key whom would lead us to them. But the prophecy neither stated that the key was a girl, or a boy, or that the Prince might be a Princess. We assumed that it was a male that would be our savour. Dryden, a Firian of Kuro-sei was our natural choice. In the army, an elite warrior, young, spirited, good hearted, strong, but because our minds wandered to him first, we did not open our eyes to other options. I am sure many of you have heard of Kakkarot, or Goku of the Voidan race. Sent to Earth to destroy it, and his Prince, now KING Vegita to finished Kakkarot's deed. What you do NOT know is that they have spawned there. With children of their own. Hybrids they are. But strong. Because of their mixed blood, they are much stronger than what we have here. One in particular. Pan Son. Granddaughter of Kakkarot, the legendary warrior. Or so thought. For if you trace back her lineage far enough, you find what is most intriguing. You see, there's more to her story than we would assume."
Korek
He sat inside of his space pod drumming his fingers on his knee, with his head resting uncomfortably on the to short saiyan head rest. 'Why are saiyan's so god damn short, and WHY did I have to use a space pod?' But in reality, he knew. It was their way of testing his endurance. Why the Sorien commander had even CONSIDERED testing him at a time of such dire need was beyond him.
"ARGH!!!" he let out a scream of frustration. "MY GOD!!! What do these saiyan's do to entertain themselves while their in these ships? IF you can even CALL it that!" he cried out frustratingly. Sighing, her face once again appeared in his mind. It haunted him for days since he had left Earth after her. Her smile, those amazing eyes, silky hair, and stubbornness…just everything about her was enticing. He needed to get her off of his mind. She was going to drive him insane. "Computer, show me the options pallet."
A video screen appeared in front of him. It listed a few options; coordinate map, destination, communication, seat adjustment, pass times. Pass times! That's what he needed. Touching the screen, it rearranged a different list. He wanted to rip his hair out. He sat on the ship for three days dieing of boredom, and only now had he learned of the sleep- induced option.
Clenching his jaw, he changed the setting to wake him in 5 days, before a horrible smelling gas filled the small space pod, and he fell into wonderful dreams. Dreams of the one girl, that he couldn't have…at least, not yet.
Oo Wedding Chapel oO
A think heavy silence filled the air. No one had moved. The shock was still there, and not much had gotten past ANYONE'S mind. Swallowing, Marron attempted licking her dry lips, but didn't do much good. What had she done? How could she have done this? Shaking her head, a heavy pressing feeling fell upon her chest. It was the guilt.
"What…what have I done?" she whispered so quietly, that she barely heard it herself.
Bra was once again the first to burst out her stupor. Her angry glare focused upon Marron. She walked over quickly, and raised her hand. A loud smacking sound brought everyone down to Earth. Marron cradled her abused cheek. Bra didn't try to hide her angry tears. And Marron didn't bother defending herself. It was her fault, and she knew it.
"Damn right what've u done! GOD Marron! You're not Marron are you?"
Eighteen furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean she's not Marron?"
'Marron' looked up guiltily. She shook her head from left to right sniffing away the tears. "It wasn't…wasn't supposed to happen this way. Not like this….NOT LIKE THIS!!!!!" And she broke into sobs. Bringing all of the women with her. For NOW it had sunk in. Pan was gone, and possibly Marron as well.
Trunks
They had been on the ship for three days, and they were no closer to seeing Goku again, as they were to getting to Pan. Trunks sighed, and plopped down on his bunk bed. The ship harboured seven rooms. An engine room, control room, bathroom, kitchen, gravity room, regeneration room, and the barracks. He couldn't stop thinking about it.
Every time he closed his eyes, the image haunted his mind. Plagued him like a ghost, and even when they were open, her muffled screams tore him apart. They were killing her, tormenting her, and he couldn't do anything about it. Trunks let out a loud furious scream.
"DAMMIT!!! WHAT CAN WE DO?!!!" his voice died to a small whisper. "What can we do? Pan…Pan I…I love you." Sitting up, he placed his head in his hands, and for the first time in a long while, the saiyan Prince cried.
Piccolo gave Trunks a blank look as he stood in the doorway of the room. He entered, and stood in front of him. "Get up." He demanded.
Trunks raised his head surprised to see Piccolo. "What?"
"I said get up. You won't do Pan any good just sitting there. How long has it been since you've pushed yourself to your limits mentally, and physically? You will do Pan no good if you can't even release a descent ki blast, or use even the simplest of techniques."
Trunks swallowed. 'Since when has Piccolo been good at giving prep talks?'
Another voice joined the conversation. "Didn't you hear the man? GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS! You're a disgrace to the saiyan race. Now get up and train!" it was Vegita.
Trunks rose to his feet, and followed the two men to the gravity room. Suddenly, he had the urge to fight. His blood was calling for it, yearning for it. And he had to save Pan. They were right. How could he save her, if he couldn't even perform the Big Bang Attack anymore? Entering the gravity room, he was instantly weighed down, and grunted.
A feminine voice scoffed at him. "If you can't take the pressure, I suggest you just give up."
Marabu. It was that GIRL again. He sneered, and fought to stand up straight. Grabbing what ever little dignity he had left. "I won't give up, just because you taunt me."
"Funny." She retorted. "You seemed to give Koneko up easily enough."
"Stop CALLING HER THAT!!! HER NAME IS PAN SON, AND DON'T YOU EVER FORGET THAT!!!!!!" A burst of power surged through his body, and he was again in the form of super saiyan 2. Powering up as well, Marabu made her lunge at him.
She landed a strong punch to his cheek, and he placed a hard sidekick to her stomach. Jumping back, Marabu placed her hands together. First holding them out to the side, where two balls of energy formed in her hands, and then brought them to fuse over her head, before bringing down her arms, and hitting Trunks with a cold blast of water. Taken aback by such an attack, Trunks flew backwards, and grunted in pain when his back hit the control bar. It was going to be a loooong trip to Pan. But he'd wait an eternity for her, and endure any amount of pain, if she could be safe.
'Hang in their Pan.' It was his last thought that he could get in before concentrating on the battle. In a small corner of the room, Piccolo smirked, and resumed beating upon his duplicate, while Vegita, and Dryden tested each other's skills. 'He loves you Pan. Don't mess up a second chance when fate hands it to you. You never get it back.'
hi y'all. Thnx for being so patient, and waiting for this chapter! I REALY appreciate it. I broke my glasses, and couldn't see for…2 weeks, and then some…things happened that really got me out of the mood of writing, but my inspiration is back. o.O seem's like I update more during school ne? lolz. Well thnx to the following ppl!
T/P Chick I updated! yah!
C-town Chicasrry u had to wait so long. But…u know… a sad ending is really appealing right about now…. o.o Day Dreamer006hmmmm. Guess Marron isn't what I made her to be eh? n there. She got slapped. heeee just for u!
Pammy srry it took so long. -- my glasses took forever, n I'm BLIND without them.
Angel Vyeah! Ur a signed reviewer! Sorceress Fujinthere there there there! o.O CoolKitty2 I'm glad ur comp went well! Hmmm….well marron got slapped. but is she even MARRON?
Adobo-chanlol. Thnx I guess…how's this for a thick plot? TT xLilithVeneficAxoh yea. I mentioned him in one of the earlier chaps…--" can't remember wich one though…but his name is Catastrophe. Everyone that I mention has a special part in the story so… ladybuggsrry u had to wait so long. glad ur glad I'm back. o.o Spririt Demon there! I updated Amy85 yea…it is violent..should I change the rating? O.o I dun wanna be banned. There's gonna be lots of fighting.
T/P-fan-4everlolz glad u like it ne? hoped u liked this chap to.
RamandeepI'm really happy u like, but no. it would take to much time going through everyones perspectives, and besides, they're sorta just there for the background stuff, and for Marron.
PAN28oh…is makin u cry a good thing? qq srry for makin u cry, but I guess…ty? O.O Jujubiehappy u like!
Nedzwell…if u think this is sad…wait till the ending comes. hint hint Dragon tears 1thnx. ur review inspired the chap! ur beautiful as well. Inside n out.
CJ oh dun worry. I'm not giving up on it…it's just takin time to update… my glasses breaking didn't hlp much.
Ciao guys! till later ne?
Disclaimer: i can't even draw a proper looking sun. what makes u think i can draw and anime like dbz? oO
Chapter Eleven: More To It oO
Pan
She lay crumpled against the cell wall. Her eyes half lidded, her lip still bled, and she swore she felt a loose tooth. Coughing, she scrunched up to try and succumb the pain. Pan winced as she felt her wounds upon her back open once more. She couldn't figure it out. Why did he want her? The only possible part she could possibly play in the future of the universe was if she was the Key, and the high counsel had already established that the Key was Dryden. Despite what Dryden and Marabu had claimed, she wasn't it.
She licked her dry lips doing no good, as her mouth was as dry as a desert any ways. 'But…' she thought. 'If I am of use to Catastrophe, what use am I to the outer saiyans? What is it, that they TO try to conceal from me? I could be a valuable fighter given Goku was my grandpa, but I have learned scarcely nothing. Okay, let's think reasonably here. What have I been able to master?' she paused considering the different options. 'No matter. The only things that the outer saiyans would not have mastered are the ka-ma-ha-me-ha and the ka-ho-kan. But even so, I'm positive that the Grand Master has taught SOME of the elites the techniques of King Kai. Either way, I have to try to get out…I can't have failed yet. I still have to help the saiyan race. They NEED me in some way.'
Pulling together her strength, she moved her cut and bruised hands to her collar. Grasping them in her hands, she began to pull at them. Willing them to break, and bend to her will. Within seconds of applying pressure, a shock ran through her body rendering all of her nerves useless, and then suddenly it was as if they had gotten a jumpstart with too much electricity. The pain pulsed through her body for a full agonizing minute, before she fell limp to the floor.
It was silent save for the sound of her panting for breathe. She removed her shaky hands, and found a large cut from her wrist to her elbow joint. She could feel a sticky substance, most likely blood, running down her back. Another wound to add to the collection she got from Catastrophe's whipping. He had said many strange things to her. Odd things like, he had been waiting eons for this moment, that she was the answer to his prayers, and that his people would finally see that they were wrong in his banishment."
'Some how, I'm useful to him.' She couldn't find the strength to talk. 'I've got to figure out how useful I am, and what I'm useful for. I've got to…I just got to. For my people….for Veggie, and Piccolo….for Mommy and Daddy…for ….for Trunks.' Her eyes welt up with tears she thought she had long ridden herself of. 'No matter how much pain I must endure, I'll never regret falling in love with you Trunks Vegita Briefs, and I'll never regret making that deal. If only you could live, I would do this ten times over with twice the pain each time. I just wish…for you….to…' "live…." The last word was whispered to herself. It was meant for only one other pair of ears. Trunks. Finally the last of the shock retreated back into the collar, and she slowly lost consciousness. Sadly, her dreams were not peaceful as she had hoped, but they to were plagued by many problems.
High Counsel
"THIS IS UBSURD!!!!" a booming voice rose above the others. The previous murmurings had ceased to the occasional cough, and sneeze.
An old man stood in the middle of the circular room. His short greying hair fell to his shoulders, his long wisdom beard lay upon his chest, and his white and blue robes lay crinkled around his breakable form. His face remained stern, but his eyes held a look of such great wisdom, many could not stare him in the eyes without feeling incompetent. His gaze moved easily around the room as he stood on a raised platform. The rest of the counsel shifted uneasily in their seats on their designated level. On the ground level, sat the graceful Winderians of Hito-sei. White stone pillars supported the level above them where the passive Waterians of Yiro-sei sat. Then above them, sat the hardheaded Firians of Kuro-sei, whom had much in common with the cold-hearted Voidans of Neo-sei who sat above them. And finally at the top of the coliseum like build up, sat the most wise of the five saiyan races; the Masterians of Tsumi-sei.
The old man rubbed his temple in pure frustration and anger. And most saiyans sank back into their seats for this was NOT a good sign. It was not often that the Grand Master showed emotion, but when he did, you best be careful, and pray for your life. The Grand Master raised his old hands to the only light allowed in the room by a glass opening in the ceiling. It was the blessed light of Tsumi-sei's sun Soren.
"What has become of the saiyan race oh mighty goddess Koneko of saiyans?!" His voice was unwavering, but held such anguish and anxiety of the upcoming war. "Why in our time of need do we fall to out greatest fear and weakness? What have we done to deserve such a slow painful downfall?" His eyes lowered to the ground, and his hands fell to his side. He sighed, whilst the counsel anticipated his next words. His voice was weary tired, and many had to strain even their saiyan hearing to hear him. "Tell me now great saiyans, the wisest of our race, how could we loose sight of our REAL goal that we could not foresee this happen?"
A voice spoke up. A female voice. "Because we followed logic." A young lady with blonde hair so light that it could pass as white, stood up from her seat on the top floor. She wore a light blue dress that fell to the floor trailing slightly behind her, with her hair braided over her shoulder. She jumped over the railing demonstrating more grace than expected with someone of her soldier rank. For though advisor she was, her skills of the martial arts had much room to be perfected. She walked towards the bottom of the platform, but made no moved to step upon it. She fingered her dark blue trimming on her robe. "Allow me to explain our mistake Grand Master." She bowed her head.
He looked down at her with a fondness in his eyes. "Lady Taya, your family has been with this counsel for longer than mine. The wisdom of your family is greatly appreciated. Please do not hesitate to turn the light of wisdom from me."
She raised her head and stepped up on the platform while the Grand Master got down, and took and empty spot in a nearby chair.
"Great saiyans, we have never made a mistake as grave as this since the villain Freeza. But come now, for t'is not the Goddess at fault. The prophecy foretold of a savour, and the Key whom would lead us to them. But the prophecy neither stated that the key was a girl, or a boy, or that the Prince might be a Princess. We assumed that it was a male that would be our savour. Dryden, a Firian of Kuro-sei was our natural choice. In the army, an elite warrior, young, spirited, good hearted, strong, but because our minds wandered to him first, we did not open our eyes to other options. I am sure many of you have heard of Kakkarot, or Goku of the Voidan race. Sent to Earth to destroy it, and his Prince, now KING Vegita to finished Kakkarot's deed. What you do NOT know is that they have spawned there. With children of their own. Hybrids they are. But strong. Because of their mixed blood, they are much stronger than what we have here. One in particular. Pan Son. Granddaughter of Kakkarot, the legendary warrior. Or so thought. For if you trace back her lineage far enough, you find what is most intriguing. You see, there's more to her story than we would assume."
Korek
He sat inside of his space pod drumming his fingers on his knee, with his head resting uncomfortably on the to short saiyan head rest. 'Why are saiyan's so god damn short, and WHY did I have to use a space pod?' But in reality, he knew. It was their way of testing his endurance. Why the Sorien commander had even CONSIDERED testing him at a time of such dire need was beyond him.
"ARGH!!!" he let out a scream of frustration. "MY GOD!!! What do these saiyan's do to entertain themselves while their in these ships? IF you can even CALL it that!" he cried out frustratingly. Sighing, her face once again appeared in his mind. It haunted him for days since he had left Earth after her. Her smile, those amazing eyes, silky hair, and stubbornness…just everything about her was enticing. He needed to get her off of his mind. She was going to drive him insane. "Computer, show me the options pallet."
A video screen appeared in front of him. It listed a few options; coordinate map, destination, communication, seat adjustment, pass times. Pass times! That's what he needed. Touching the screen, it rearranged a different list. He wanted to rip his hair out. He sat on the ship for three days dieing of boredom, and only now had he learned of the sleep- induced option.
Clenching his jaw, he changed the setting to wake him in 5 days, before a horrible smelling gas filled the small space pod, and he fell into wonderful dreams. Dreams of the one girl, that he couldn't have…at least, not yet.
Oo Wedding Chapel oO
A think heavy silence filled the air. No one had moved. The shock was still there, and not much had gotten past ANYONE'S mind. Swallowing, Marron attempted licking her dry lips, but didn't do much good. What had she done? How could she have done this? Shaking her head, a heavy pressing feeling fell upon her chest. It was the guilt.
"What…what have I done?" she whispered so quietly, that she barely heard it herself.
Bra was once again the first to burst out her stupor. Her angry glare focused upon Marron. She walked over quickly, and raised her hand. A loud smacking sound brought everyone down to Earth. Marron cradled her abused cheek. Bra didn't try to hide her angry tears. And Marron didn't bother defending herself. It was her fault, and she knew it.
"Damn right what've u done! GOD Marron! You're not Marron are you?"
Eighteen furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean she's not Marron?"
'Marron' looked up guiltily. She shook her head from left to right sniffing away the tears. "It wasn't…wasn't supposed to happen this way. Not like this….NOT LIKE THIS!!!!!" And she broke into sobs. Bringing all of the women with her. For NOW it had sunk in. Pan was gone, and possibly Marron as well.
Trunks
They had been on the ship for three days, and they were no closer to seeing Goku again, as they were to getting to Pan. Trunks sighed, and plopped down on his bunk bed. The ship harboured seven rooms. An engine room, control room, bathroom, kitchen, gravity room, regeneration room, and the barracks. He couldn't stop thinking about it.
Every time he closed his eyes, the image haunted his mind. Plagued him like a ghost, and even when they were open, her muffled screams tore him apart. They were killing her, tormenting her, and he couldn't do anything about it. Trunks let out a loud furious scream.
"DAMMIT!!! WHAT CAN WE DO?!!!" his voice died to a small whisper. "What can we do? Pan…Pan I…I love you." Sitting up, he placed his head in his hands, and for the first time in a long while, the saiyan Prince cried.
Piccolo gave Trunks a blank look as he stood in the doorway of the room. He entered, and stood in front of him. "Get up." He demanded.
Trunks raised his head surprised to see Piccolo. "What?"
"I said get up. You won't do Pan any good just sitting there. How long has it been since you've pushed yourself to your limits mentally, and physically? You will do Pan no good if you can't even release a descent ki blast, or use even the simplest of techniques."
Trunks swallowed. 'Since when has Piccolo been good at giving prep talks?'
Another voice joined the conversation. "Didn't you hear the man? GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS! You're a disgrace to the saiyan race. Now get up and train!" it was Vegita.
Trunks rose to his feet, and followed the two men to the gravity room. Suddenly, he had the urge to fight. His blood was calling for it, yearning for it. And he had to save Pan. They were right. How could he save her, if he couldn't even perform the Big Bang Attack anymore? Entering the gravity room, he was instantly weighed down, and grunted.
A feminine voice scoffed at him. "If you can't take the pressure, I suggest you just give up."
Marabu. It was that GIRL again. He sneered, and fought to stand up straight. Grabbing what ever little dignity he had left. "I won't give up, just because you taunt me."
"Funny." She retorted. "You seemed to give Koneko up easily enough."
"Stop CALLING HER THAT!!! HER NAME IS PAN SON, AND DON'T YOU EVER FORGET THAT!!!!!!" A burst of power surged through his body, and he was again in the form of super saiyan 2. Powering up as well, Marabu made her lunge at him.
She landed a strong punch to his cheek, and he placed a hard sidekick to her stomach. Jumping back, Marabu placed her hands together. First holding them out to the side, where two balls of energy formed in her hands, and then brought them to fuse over her head, before bringing down her arms, and hitting Trunks with a cold blast of water. Taken aback by such an attack, Trunks flew backwards, and grunted in pain when his back hit the control bar. It was going to be a loooong trip to Pan. But he'd wait an eternity for her, and endure any amount of pain, if she could be safe.
'Hang in their Pan.' It was his last thought that he could get in before concentrating on the battle. In a small corner of the room, Piccolo smirked, and resumed beating upon his duplicate, while Vegita, and Dryden tested each other's skills. 'He loves you Pan. Don't mess up a second chance when fate hands it to you. You never get it back.'
hi y'all. Thnx for being so patient, and waiting for this chapter! I REALY appreciate it. I broke my glasses, and couldn't see for…2 weeks, and then some…things happened that really got me out of the mood of writing, but my inspiration is back. o.O seem's like I update more during school ne? lolz. Well thnx to the following ppl!
T/P Chick I updated! yah!
C-town Chicasrry u had to wait so long. But…u know… a sad ending is really appealing right about now…. o.o Day Dreamer006hmmmm. Guess Marron isn't what I made her to be eh? n there. She got slapped. heeee just for u!
Pammy srry it took so long. -- my glasses took forever, n I'm BLIND without them.
Angel Vyeah! Ur a signed reviewer! Sorceress Fujinthere there there there! o.O CoolKitty2 I'm glad ur comp went well! Hmmm….well marron got slapped. but is she even MARRON?
Adobo-chanlol. Thnx I guess…how's this for a thick plot? TT xLilithVeneficAxoh yea. I mentioned him in one of the earlier chaps…--" can't remember wich one though…but his name is Catastrophe. Everyone that I mention has a special part in the story so… ladybuggsrry u had to wait so long. glad ur glad I'm back. o.o Spririt Demon there! I updated Amy85 yea…it is violent..should I change the rating? O.o I dun wanna be banned. There's gonna be lots of fighting.
T/P-fan-4everlolz glad u like it ne? hoped u liked this chap to.
RamandeepI'm really happy u like, but no. it would take to much time going through everyones perspectives, and besides, they're sorta just there for the background stuff, and for Marron.
PAN28oh…is makin u cry a good thing? qq srry for makin u cry, but I guess…ty? O.O Jujubiehappy u like!
Nedzwell…if u think this is sad…wait till the ending comes. hint hint Dragon tears 1thnx. ur review inspired the chap! ur beautiful as well. Inside n out.
CJ oh dun worry. I'm not giving up on it…it's just takin time to update… my glasses breaking didn't hlp much.
Ciao guys! till later ne?