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"Because, you silly little boy, this is the place where people go when they are in a coma, not good enough to go to heaven, and not bad enough to go to hell." Pan shivered. "I feel bad for people who are here for all eternity. This place is drawing and if you stay here too long when you are alive, you want to stay here. I know this. I want to stay here subconsciously, but your last plea gave me the strength to call you here. Now, if you'll listen to the plan-"
Trunks threw his arms around Pan and spun her around. "I'll do anything for you, but I'm so glad you're alive!!! Who." He set her down where she had left. "Okay, what is your plan?"
"Well, it goes like this: You have to make it out to the real world alive. Alive and healthy. Here, let go of me. We need to concentrate." Pan pulled out of his arms, much to Trunks' dismay, and made him walk over to a rock to sit down. They passed a little child on the way who looked pathetic enough to make Trunks reach out to him.
"Hello, little boy... What's your name?" Trunks reached out a hand to pat the child on the head, but his hand went straight through his head.
"Leave me alone. I am not interested in your kindness, LIVING!" He spat the word out as if it were a disgusting curse. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Whoa..." Trunks quickly ran to catch up with Pan who hadn't even realized she had lost him. She sat down, he did the same, and she started up were she had left off.
"You have to make it out of here! If you want to save me, you have to leave her very soon." Pan looked Trunks straight in the eye, trying to prove to him how important this step was.
"Why? Why would I have to leave here? Can't I just help you out the same way I will leave?" Trunks asked confusedly.
"You idiot!" Pan slapped him, hard, in the face. "Wake up! You need to get past this lovey-dovey stuff and face reality! If you don't do exactly what I say, not only will I die, you will too!"
Nursing his face, he whispered, "Would that be so bad? We could live together, here. We would always be together." He put his arm around Pan and felt her shivering. He pulled her close and she laid her head on his shoulder. With his hand he turned her face up to his and their lips touched for the first time. * It's like bells are going off in my head! I can't believe this is what I'm feeling! * Trunks thought, gently parting Pan's lips so their tongues could dance together.
Suddenly Pan pulled away. She shoved him so hard he fell off the rock. He got to his feet quickly, and sat next to Pan, a full six inches away. "TRUNKS! Don't you get what I've been trying to tell you???" Tears welled in her eyes and she fiercely rubbed them away. "Damn it, Trunks.If you stay here, that's right, you will die. But you will go to heaven and I'll still be here! We would never be together, Trunks! The only way we have is if you make it back and bring me back to life! Do you understand? You have to just listen to me, and I'll explain exactly what you have to do!"
Tears began to show in Trunks' eyes as well. He didn't understand why Pan was being so cold. "Fine, Pan. What do I have to do?"
Fear became apparent in Pan's eyes at the tone of voice Trunks used. He was being very short with her all of a sudden, and she didn't understand why. She mastered her emotions and began to speak. When she was finished, Trunks looked at her with a new respect.
"Well, Pan, this is an impressive plan. I just need you to take me to the gate way and I'll start off. How many stairs did you say there were?"
"Three thousand, two hundred and sixty-seven. And you have to climb each one, and not miss a step, or the stairs will never end. You can not, I repeat CAN NOT by any circumstances fly up the staircase. You won't be able to reach the top and you won't be able to reach the bottom again either. You'll be stuck forever." Pan's eyes softened, and she drew Trunks into her arms. "I wish you the best of luck, Trunks. I do want you to make it. Please follow the instructions I gave you exactly and very very well, okay? I don't want you to be stuck forever." She rested her head on his shoulder, and he reached up and turned her lips to meet his again.
"I will do exactly as you have said, Pan, because I want you to live. I want you to be together with me for the rest of my life. I love you, Pan, so much that I can taste it." He kissed her again, with more passion, and rose to leave.
"I know you must go, Trunks.But kiss me once more before you leave." She rose to her feet and crossed the small distance between them. When they parted, Pan whispered into Trunks ear, "Good luck, and I love you. I know I will see you again on the other side. I have faith in you, Trunks."
One quick hug, a meaningful look, and Trunks was gone.
~**********************~
"Two thousand, three hundred and thirty-three. Two thousand, three hundred and thirty-four.Two thousand , three hundred and thirty-five," Trunks counted as he climbed. * This one is for Pan,* he thought again and again, each time he felt like stopping. "Two thousand, three hundred and .WHOA!" Trunks could see, just off the staircase, Pan spread out on a bed. The bed had red velvet sheets, and Pan rose from her lounging position to come to the side of the staircase.
"Trunks! Sweetheart! You made it to the top!" She lifted her arms to embrace him and her ample breasts bounced, naturally drawing his attention downward. She was wearing a silk nightie, just as he had imagined she would wear for him if, no when, she woke up. It was incredibly short, so short that when Pan moved you could see a hint of curly black hair. Trunks could feel himself being turned on so fast that he wanted to just jump into that bed with her and take her right there.
"I am your reward, Trunks. Come and take me, now!" She tried to pull him off the stairway, and Trunks willing followed her. He set one foot off of the staircase and then he snapped to his senses.
Trunks reached up and pulled on Pan's hair and it came out in clumps. He looked in horror at the hair in his hand, and then at the women who had turned him on so quickly. She had transformed from the vision of Pan to the ugliest thing Trunks had ever seen. Her skin had taken a greenish tint, and though her face still resembled Pan's, the nose had gotten longer and the lips less full. Her eyes had turned a freakish pink, and pea green wings had sprouted from her back. The woman's breasts had shrunk and she was covered with the same curly black hair that Trunks had liked so much a few moments before. She leaped into the air in the chamber and screeched in a voice that had never been human, "Come and get me, little man! I am your prize! The only way you could ever catch me is by flying!"
"No problem, witch. I can fly, better than you can!" Trunks prepared to leap into the air, and..
End of Chapter 13! God, that was a fun one to write! I'm really looking forward to writing the next one! Okay, let's see, today is the 3rd of January, so expect another on the 19th (which is a Monday, the day I normally post). Enjoy, review, and here is a response to the ones I have.
V son saiyan: Kinda silly about the reviews thing, but you found out all you wanted to know this time, so I hope you still keep reading though.
Stunner 1: Okay! I will!
Love to all reviewers, and basically to anyone who read! Pan-chan2
PS My computer is a bitch. It won't let me post. This will be late. My apologies are astounding. The next chapter will still be posted on the 19th. Sorry for the wait. * Kicks computer * Stupid Bitch!
"Because, you silly little boy, this is the place where people go when they are in a coma, not good enough to go to heaven, and not bad enough to go to hell." Pan shivered. "I feel bad for people who are here for all eternity. This place is drawing and if you stay here too long when you are alive, you want to stay here. I know this. I want to stay here subconsciously, but your last plea gave me the strength to call you here. Now, if you'll listen to the plan-"
Trunks threw his arms around Pan and spun her around. "I'll do anything for you, but I'm so glad you're alive!!! Who." He set her down where she had left. "Okay, what is your plan?"
"Well, it goes like this: You have to make it out to the real world alive. Alive and healthy. Here, let go of me. We need to concentrate." Pan pulled out of his arms, much to Trunks' dismay, and made him walk over to a rock to sit down. They passed a little child on the way who looked pathetic enough to make Trunks reach out to him.
"Hello, little boy... What's your name?" Trunks reached out a hand to pat the child on the head, but his hand went straight through his head.
"Leave me alone. I am not interested in your kindness, LIVING!" He spat the word out as if it were a disgusting curse. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Whoa..." Trunks quickly ran to catch up with Pan who hadn't even realized she had lost him. She sat down, he did the same, and she started up were she had left off.
"You have to make it out of here! If you want to save me, you have to leave her very soon." Pan looked Trunks straight in the eye, trying to prove to him how important this step was.
"Why? Why would I have to leave here? Can't I just help you out the same way I will leave?" Trunks asked confusedly.
"You idiot!" Pan slapped him, hard, in the face. "Wake up! You need to get past this lovey-dovey stuff and face reality! If you don't do exactly what I say, not only will I die, you will too!"
Nursing his face, he whispered, "Would that be so bad? We could live together, here. We would always be together." He put his arm around Pan and felt her shivering. He pulled her close and she laid her head on his shoulder. With his hand he turned her face up to his and their lips touched for the first time. * It's like bells are going off in my head! I can't believe this is what I'm feeling! * Trunks thought, gently parting Pan's lips so their tongues could dance together.
Suddenly Pan pulled away. She shoved him so hard he fell off the rock. He got to his feet quickly, and sat next to Pan, a full six inches away. "TRUNKS! Don't you get what I've been trying to tell you???" Tears welled in her eyes and she fiercely rubbed them away. "Damn it, Trunks.If you stay here, that's right, you will die. But you will go to heaven and I'll still be here! We would never be together, Trunks! The only way we have is if you make it back and bring me back to life! Do you understand? You have to just listen to me, and I'll explain exactly what you have to do!"
Tears began to show in Trunks' eyes as well. He didn't understand why Pan was being so cold. "Fine, Pan. What do I have to do?"
Fear became apparent in Pan's eyes at the tone of voice Trunks used. He was being very short with her all of a sudden, and she didn't understand why. She mastered her emotions and began to speak. When she was finished, Trunks looked at her with a new respect.
"Well, Pan, this is an impressive plan. I just need you to take me to the gate way and I'll start off. How many stairs did you say there were?"
"Three thousand, two hundred and sixty-seven. And you have to climb each one, and not miss a step, or the stairs will never end. You can not, I repeat CAN NOT by any circumstances fly up the staircase. You won't be able to reach the top and you won't be able to reach the bottom again either. You'll be stuck forever." Pan's eyes softened, and she drew Trunks into her arms. "I wish you the best of luck, Trunks. I do want you to make it. Please follow the instructions I gave you exactly and very very well, okay? I don't want you to be stuck forever." She rested her head on his shoulder, and he reached up and turned her lips to meet his again.
"I will do exactly as you have said, Pan, because I want you to live. I want you to be together with me for the rest of my life. I love you, Pan, so much that I can taste it." He kissed her again, with more passion, and rose to leave.
"I know you must go, Trunks.But kiss me once more before you leave." She rose to her feet and crossed the small distance between them. When they parted, Pan whispered into Trunks ear, "Good luck, and I love you. I know I will see you again on the other side. I have faith in you, Trunks."
One quick hug, a meaningful look, and Trunks was gone.
~**********************~
"Two thousand, three hundred and thirty-three. Two thousand, three hundred and thirty-four.Two thousand , three hundred and thirty-five," Trunks counted as he climbed. * This one is for Pan,* he thought again and again, each time he felt like stopping. "Two thousand, three hundred and .WHOA!" Trunks could see, just off the staircase, Pan spread out on a bed. The bed had red velvet sheets, and Pan rose from her lounging position to come to the side of the staircase.
"Trunks! Sweetheart! You made it to the top!" She lifted her arms to embrace him and her ample breasts bounced, naturally drawing his attention downward. She was wearing a silk nightie, just as he had imagined she would wear for him if, no when, she woke up. It was incredibly short, so short that when Pan moved you could see a hint of curly black hair. Trunks could feel himself being turned on so fast that he wanted to just jump into that bed with her and take her right there.
"I am your reward, Trunks. Come and take me, now!" She tried to pull him off the stairway, and Trunks willing followed her. He set one foot off of the staircase and then he snapped to his senses.
Trunks reached up and pulled on Pan's hair and it came out in clumps. He looked in horror at the hair in his hand, and then at the women who had turned him on so quickly. She had transformed from the vision of Pan to the ugliest thing Trunks had ever seen. Her skin had taken a greenish tint, and though her face still resembled Pan's, the nose had gotten longer and the lips less full. Her eyes had turned a freakish pink, and pea green wings had sprouted from her back. The woman's breasts had shrunk and she was covered with the same curly black hair that Trunks had liked so much a few moments before. She leaped into the air in the chamber and screeched in a voice that had never been human, "Come and get me, little man! I am your prize! The only way you could ever catch me is by flying!"
"No problem, witch. I can fly, better than you can!" Trunks prepared to leap into the air, and..
End of Chapter 13! God, that was a fun one to write! I'm really looking forward to writing the next one! Okay, let's see, today is the 3rd of January, so expect another on the 19th (which is a Monday, the day I normally post). Enjoy, review, and here is a response to the ones I have.
V son saiyan: Kinda silly about the reviews thing, but you found out all you wanted to know this time, so I hope you still keep reading though.
Stunner 1: Okay! I will!
Love to all reviewers, and basically to anyone who read! Pan-chan2
PS My computer is a bitch. It won't let me post. This will be late. My apologies are astounding. The next chapter will still be posted on the 19th. Sorry for the wait. * Kicks computer * Stupid Bitch!