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Possession

Chapter 2

"Mr Briefs!"

Trunks turned around to see his annoying secretary. Only moments ago he had been gazing out the window. It was a beautiful sunny day, and Trunks was enjoying it. Oh how he hated his secretary.

"What?" Trunks snapped.

"Well, Mr. Briefs, this paperwork came in and we need you to O.K. it and you have a meeting in 5 minutes!"

"Do I look like I care?"

The secretary slowly backed away. She knew that Trunks could get into foul moods, but she had never seen him like this before. "Maybe..I'll just...yeah.." The secretary bolted out the door.

I thought she'd never leave...bitch...Just like Marron...I should break up with her...

TRUNKS! Don't think like that! Marron...she's your girlfriend...she's not a bitch...she's your loving, caring girlfriend...you're not going to break up with her..you love her and she loves you...

"This one...he's harder to take control of..."

"Move aside, son. Let me show you how it's done."

The son stepped aside and let his father take control.

Or maybe I should...

Trunks picked up the phone and dialed his soon-to-be-ex.

"Hello?"

"Marron?"

"Yeah."

"This is Trunks."

"Oh hey!"

"Listen. You're a bitch. That's all. You mean nothing to me anymore-"

"What! Are..you saying..."

"Yes. Marron. I'm breaking up with you. You're a worthless wench and no one cares about you. Good Bye."

Click

"See how it's done, son?"

"Yes father! I see..It's amazing.."

"What is amazing son..tell me."

"How easily you possessed the boy."

"Hmph.."

On the outside, Trunks was 'hmphing' and smirking in triumph. He was now single. But he didn't know why he did it. He used all the will power he had to stop himself from picking up the phone and calling Marron. But why? It was like someone was controlling him or something.

I think I'll go home...take a nap...or something...

Trunks opened the window and was gone. He flew through the clouds, changing clothes in the process. Flying made him feel carefree.

Wow. It sure is a beautiful day.

Trunks arrived home in no less than 5 minutes. He quietly opened the door, hoping that Vegeta wouldn't catch him. Or even Bulma. Hopefully not Bra, though. Bra was a squeal, and she knew for a fact Trunks was supposed to be at work right now and he usually got in trouble with Bulma. And if Bulma caught him, she would make him go back to work immediatley. If Vegeta caught him, which Trunks really didn't care to think about, he would literally drag him to the gravity room and give him a good whopping and then he'd hand him over to Bulma, who would then make him go back to work.

Trunks tiptoed up the stairs, hoping to reach his room without any interruptions.

The first obstacle was Bra's room. Bra was laying on her bed doing her algebra homework. Sneaking past Bra normally would have been easy. But not today. Bra had her bedroom door open, making it nearly impossible for him to sneak by. But there was no other way to get to his room, so he took the chance.

"Brother..?"

Trunks wimpered as Bra put her algebra book down and headed toward Trunks.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"Uhh...I don't feel well.."

Bra placed a hand on his forehead.

"You feel fine to me. I'm telling!"

"No! Bra. Please don't tell mom!"

"Oh? You're not being very convincing. Besides, Mom isn't home."

"But...where are you going?"

"Downstairs. Mom isn't home, but dad is!"

"NONONO! DAD IS WORSE!"

"Too bad." Bra said heading downstairs to the gravity room.

"Oh no you don't!" Trunks lunged toward his sister, knocking her down the stairs. Both Trunks and Bra tumbled down the stairs until they hit the bottom. Bra tried to get away from Trunks, who was, in her opinion, acting like a madman. But she wasn't quick enough and Trunks pinned her to the wall.

"Trunks...you're choking me..stop..."

Oh the things I could do to her in this state...I could kill her...and no one would know...after all...I am supposed to be at work...people would just think she killed herself if I stabbed her...or I could smother her...make it look like she did it herself...no...not enough bloodshed...I need to make her sorry...sorry for the day she entered this world.

"Papa..."

I saw my sister's body lying in a puddle of her own blood. Did I really kill her? I looked at myself. No blood. Surely..If I would have killed her...I would have gotten some of the blood on myself...I wandered into the lab where Bulma was supposed to be. She, also, was in a puddle of blood. It was her own. I know I wouldn't kill Bulma...or Bra...I hate Bra...but not to the point of death..

"You did try to choke her to death..." a voice said.

"Yeah..but...choking doesn't require spilling blood. And I wouldn't kill my sister...no matter what."

"Are you sure?" a figure standing in the shadows revealed himself. He was dressed in a black cloak. It was impossible to tell who..or what was under it. "Let me show you something." He motioned for me to follow him.

He lead me to the gravity room, where another body lay. Equipped with it's own puddle of blood. Vegeta.

"I don't get it..."

"You will, in time..let me show you something else." This time the figure took off into the air, again wanting me to follow.

We flew for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes. We arrived at the Kame House shortly. The dark figure lead me to Marron's room. The white carpet of her room was now stained red. Blood. It was fresh. As if Marron had just been killed only moments before we arrived.

The figure then lead me to the kitchen. Two bodies were spread across the floor. Krillin and 18. More blood. Therre was something fishy about this. Who was this guy and why was he showing me this? Surely I had nothing to do with this..right?

The cloaked man chanted something and soon we were on the streets. There were bodies everywhere. They looked like they had all been killed the same way. Like the person who killed them didn't have time to kill each one of them individually and used a ki blast to destroy them all at once instead.

"See all of this?" The figure asked.

I nodded. Too stunned to answer.

"Do you know who did all this?

I shook my head.

"You. You and your partener."

I couldn't believe it. I know I didn't do this. I just couldn't have. I know I was having an off day..but come on! No one destroyes thier family and friends because of an off day, right?

"No..."

"Yes."

"I-I coudn't have.."

"But you did."

"And my partener?"

"Son Pan. She helped you."

"No..You're lying! Pan is good. I am good. We don't do things like this."

"But you did."

"No.."

Images flashed inside my head.

Bra's dead body.

Vegeta and Bulma's dead body.

Marron's dead body.

Krillin and 18's bodies.

All dead.

Tombstones.

Too many names to remember.

Some stuck with me.

Gohan. Videl. Goten. Chichi. Goku. Bra. Bulma. Vegeta. Yamcha. Tein. Piccolo. Dende. Mr. Popo. Marron. 18. Krillin.

So many people.

Dead.

I noticed Pan's name wasn't on them.

And niether was mine.

This wasn't right.

It coudn't be.

I was a good, well behaved person for the most part.

Pan was too.

This wasn't real.

It coudn't be.

Dead bodies.

Blood.

More blood.

The dragonballs.

Shenron.

"Your wish has been granted."

All the tombstones.

The names on them.

All of the people who were dead.

We're back.

Pan was beside me.

Wearing all black.

So was I.

A smirk creeped across my face.

I had wished them back.

I said we needed something to play with.

A castle.

Servants.

Gohan. Videl. Goten. Chichi. Goku. Bra. Bulma. Vegeta. Yamcha. Tein. Piccolo. Dende. Mr. Popo. Marron. 18. Krillin.

They were our servants.

A throne.

Two of them.

One for Pan.

And was for me.

I was her prince.

A/N: Well? Did you like it? I know it was similar to the previous chapter, but it needed to be. And the visions or dreams or whatever you wanted to call them had to be, for the most part, the same cause they were seeing the same thing. And again, if you have any questions, fell free to email me at I check my mail pretty much everyday and I'll email you back asap. Remember, more reviews means more chappies!