Hello everyone.
Welcome to Chapter Three of Naked Tears. Sorry this is sooooooooooo late, vacation don't ya know? sweatdrops. Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!
Anyways...teehee, I'm kind of enjoying this fanfic, allowing me to release all of the emotions I have been wanting to write for a long time. Most authors will agree its very different writing happy fanfiction than it is depressing.
Anyways I thought I'd answer the reviews I got from last chapter so people realize I do really appreciate all of their comments.
Rossiette: Thanks so much! I hope the story keeps getting better in your eyes as I go along. Don't want to disappoint you. ;)
Holly: thanks, I'll try to update as quickly as I can.
Piper: First off you'll just have to keep reading. Will I do something about it? Heh, you'll have to see. Ya, Pan is going through some major troubles but I'll explain better soon. Arg, I really have to write the important scene soon wont I? ;) (that's all I have to say, sorry, can't give anything away)
lil Mari: Dude, thanks a lot. Again I'll try and update as quickly as I can. J
mT96: Yup, that's what I was going for. Thanks, glad you enjoyed it.
Keledrena:now I can't give that away now am I? That will be for the end, sorry hon but its up to the ending to decide (truth is I have three scenarios in my head at the moment and haven't decided on which one to use yet, I've got one happy, one sad, and one that's in between).
Doragon41:ya, I tend to do that sometimes. Sorry, I'll try to watch that. Thanks. =D
Dacecika: thanks, here's the next chapter for ya.
Hiho: heya, thanks so much. 'Course I'm going to finish it. ;) This is one of my favs that I'm writing at the moment.
Lady Anarchy: Thanks hon. I totally agree, this story is really 'fun' to write (yes I'm saying fun because I'm actually enjoying it, some people are going to say that's sick and twisted because its angst-y but I've been wanting to write something about the nature of saiyan males, bonding, etc. for a while, this is my take on it). Again thanks a lot!
AnimeFreak-TrunksPan-luver4evr: Heh, I'm not sure if that's a good review or not. ;) Ya, Trunks is being stupid, who knows, maybe he'll get his butt in gear, maybe not. ;)
Trapped in Icy Flame: thanks for the compliment. Ya, this is really bad for Pan. Don't worry she's a toughie. ;)
Skaterning: well Skater this is kind of the angle I'm going for (the sadness thing). No I'm not sick and twisted, I'm just trying to look at the relationship at a different angle. Everyone always plays Trunks off as this overly romantic sweet loveable guy and Pan as a pushy tomboy. Yes, Pan is incredibly strong both mentally and physically and Trunks is incredible charming. Why is Pan acting weak and Trunks like an a? You'll have to read to find out, yes there is a reason, you'll see why. No, I'm not trying to make them OOC for no apparent reason, there is a reason, you'll see, I promise. Also Pan is living this sort of life for a reason, I've tried to send you all hints as to why, you'll just have to keep reading or reread the previous chapters to see the hints. Thanks for the comments I really appreciate them.
Memaii: teehee, thanks. Here's the update (sorry its not soon like I promised sweatdrop)
Purdiful nik naks: heh, well to tell you the truth up until the point when I went on vacation and had time to plan this story (WORK FREE WEEK! WORK FREE WEEK!) I didn't either…sweatdrop. But I have it planned now! Mwahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!! This is one that will keep you guessing 'til the end ;).
Hana-maru285: Son? Sweatdrops. Lol…j/k. I have a feeling you meant to say soon…Sorry just having a bit of fun. Thanks! ;)
o4babygirlo7: thanks hon, appreciate it. =)
Again thanks everyone. I'm sorry I can't write more, I don't have a lot of free time on my hands these days. I would write to you all personally if I had time but unfortunately I don't…:-(. I hope this helps people realize I do value my readers input a lot.
Anyways I don't own DBZ/GT bleh bleh bleh. Now…ON WITH THE STORY!
Naked Tears
By Kelandra Surisha
Chapter ThreePan lay her head softly back on the sofa in the large comfortable living room of Capsule Corp. She could hear Bra upstairs yell something down about makeup and needing about twenty more minutes. Not that this surprised Pan or even upset her; it gave her a few more minutes of peace before she was dragged for six hours of shopping.
But if Trunks came home…
Pan shuddered at the thought and brought her knees up to her chest, closing her eyes and trying fruitlessly to push all thoughts of Trunks Briefs out of her mind.
That is until someone grabbed roughly at her arm breaking her thoughts. She gasped in shock but didn't movie, afraid to strike in case it was Trunks.
"Is this what my stupid brat has reduced you to?" Vegeta spat, his face closing in on her as he barked loudly.
Pan turned her head to meet the furious gaze of Vegeta, Prince of the saiyans, father of Trunks and one of the only two men on the planet who drew a breath of fear from her body.
Vegeta pulled harshly at her arm, dragging her over the back of the sofa and to her feet.
"Well, why the hell were your defences so down?"
Pan didn't say anything, she went to challenge his gaze but as she met his cool, harsh eyes she broke her confidence and remained silent.
"You didn't even sense me coming, did you?"
Still Pan said nothing.
Vegeta turned his head up towards the stairs. "Go on without her, she's mine for the day!"
Bra poked her head down the stairs after a moment, looking down at her father with a cream mask on her face wrapped in nothing more than a towel bringing a slight blush to Vegeta's usually harsh face.
"Why?"
"Saiyan training," Vegeta remarked instantly, meeting Bra's gaze before turning his head to face the opposite wall.
"Well don't hurt her too bad Daddy," Bra giggled, "oh and Daddy can I borrow your credit card?"
Pan sighed heavily and glared at Bra the glare that so plainly yelled 'How could you be so calm? Save me!'
Vegeta just hmphed and Bra giggled again. "Thanks! I'll go call Marron!"
Pan sighed again before being shook by Vegeta again.
"Come on!" he hissed. "No more interruptions."
By the time Pan had pulled on the tight blue spandex training suit, white and gold saiyan boots and gloves that Vegeta had thrown at her when they reached the change rooms beside the gravity room Vegeta was outside stretching lazily, the outlines of his well toned muscles protruding though the tight blue spandex of his similar outfit. He forced his knees up to his chest as he jumped slightly, slamming his feet back against the ground before going into a squat then extending his legs to full length, leaving his hands flat against the ground. He slowly rolled his head back and forth, from one shoulder to the other then back again, up and down softly and carefully as though afraid to damage his neck. Then he stretched out again, pushing his feet off the ground and into a handstand. He flexed there for a moment, tensing and releasing his muscles before finally relaxing and throwing his feet backwards as though he were to land on his back. But before he did he caught himself, planted his feet firmly on the ground and, leaving his hands where they were, rolled his head back and forced the well defined muscles of his stomach and back over, performing a perfect back bridge. Holding it for a moment he released his hands, allowing his head to replace his hands, doing a perfect neck bridge, his back and stomach not faltering from their position.
"You going to stand there or are you going to stretch?" Vegeta barked.
Pan nodded numbly and reached over and touched her toes, beginning her own series of well-defined stretches.
When Vegeta was satisfied he stood from his position on the floor that was similar to a butterfly with his knees protruding from the sides, he stood and walked to the other side of the room. He roughly pulled at a small latch door and pulled out what seemed to be very small saiyan upper body armour pieces. He threw one directly at Pan who broke her concentration while doing one handed hand stand push ups and toppled her over in frustration. Pan threw her head up, hair falling loose from her less than adequate ponytail at the back on her head. Cursing slightly she pulled her hair back and tugged harshly, pulling the pony tail tight, almost too tight, before regarding the saiyan armour. She pulled herself off the ground and lifted the small piece of armour barely big enough for a small child.
"Well," Vegeta barked, "put it on."
Pan looked at it again cautiously, remembering what her father had told her about saiyan armour being incredibly flexible. But this flexible seemed amazing.
"Don't tell me you don't know how to put on armour!" Vegeta hissed, pulling at the sides of his so that it smoothly glided over his head and sucked itself in, grasping at ever contour of his upper body.
Pan shrugged and tugged at the sides, tossing it loosely over her head. To her amazement it glided on so effortlessly, as though it had been bathed in butter. It was smooth, cold, yet surprisingly comfortable, even as it tightened over the contours of her chest, stomach, abdomen and shoulders.
"Now!" Vegeta hissed. "I'm going to teach you the basics."
Pan shot him a quizzical look but still remained silent.
"The basics on being a saiyan, baka!" Vegeta hissed. "You already have the second step down, the fighting skills, but the basics, the easiest thing to master, is something you know nothing of. That--" Vegeta paused for a moment as though trying to decide whether to continue. "--is why your dying."
Pan gasped lightly. How did he know? How did he of all people in the universe know?
This wasn't real. It couldn't be real. Was Vegeta going to teach her what was wrong with her and how to fix it? Was he going to truly make a saiyan out of her broken shell of a demi saiyan?
"First though you must be taught a bit of history to understand why we do what we do." Pan nodded towards Vegeta who continued. "Sit!" he demanded motioning towards the bench behind her.
Pan obliged and took a seat, crossing her ankles and intertwining her fingers in front of her earning a growl from Vegeta.
"Got something to hide?"
Pan shook her head.
"Stupid woman, you don't even know how to sit!" he barked. "I knew Kakorotto's brats should never reproduce, after all they would pretty much turn out more hopeless than their stupid baka of a father." Vegeta hissed.
Pan's eyes dazzled a bright red with internal flames for a moment and her hair seemed to stand on end. She brought her lips into a tight grimace but bit her tongue harshly. This had better be worth it.
This brought a rare smile to Vegeta's face and a soft chuckle rang from his lips. "Should've expected you to be so cold."
Pan didn't say anything. Again she leant over and touched her toes, as if to work off the frustration of Vegeta's words. Then brought her back up and pushed it backwards, stretching it and releasing a large crack.
"Hmph," Vegeta merely growled. "Are you done?" he demanded as Pan stretched out her neck again.
Pan nodded and remained still.
"Good," Vegeta hissed, "now to begin I'll tell you about us."
Vegeta paused, ensuring he had Pan's attention. From the look on her face he knew he had captured it.
"This is a tale passed down through the royal family of long ago," Vegeta began, "the saiyans were an superior race known as Saroijins. The saroijins were a primate-descended group with mystical powers. They were a very human like species but with many subtle differences. One being the glowing aura around them at all times."
Pan looked on quizzically at Vegeta.
"The saroijins were a race that shared a strong link with all of those they loved. They were a very peaceful people, basing their powers around healing. They were a species that enjoyed helping others, never fighting. Because of this they valued the connections to each other very much. They connected with each person, whether they knew them or not, through their auras. Their auras served as a kind of way of speaking to each other, depending on the colour of the aura showed how they felt and what they wanted to say. So you could say they spoke to each person near them at every moment."
Pan raised her eyebrow but remained intent.
"The auras also served another very distinct purpose. They drew power from the other people around them as well as shared it. It was a way to keep them in check, balancing their power as equals. The saroijins were an incredibly powerful species. If they had learnt to use it to fight they could have taken over the universe without blinking." Vegeta laughed lightly at the thought. "Makes me wonder why we evolved at times."
Pan looked at Vegeta and sighed, registering his comment in her brain. He was as power hungry as ever.
But why was he telling her this?
"The saroijins were extremely peaceful, no need for money or possession. Because of their powers with auras they belonged to each person and each person belonged to them. They reproduced with someone depending on the colour of aura they produced when near the other. It was their way of telling. If their combined auras turned red they were to be together, it was like that colour represented love to their race. But love was not an emotion they were familiar with, merely a connection that could not be denied. But because of this they could not be apart from other people. Their powers on a solitary basis were miniscule compared to their powers with other people around them. As long as they had another of their species near by they didn't need food, didn't need water, just the exchange of power."
Pan raised an eyebrow again.
"But the saroijins, being peaceful, didn't really ever think about disruption or pain. It had never really occurred to them that other species could harm them, or I should say other races. Other humanoid races discovered their remote planet and took control of them. Feeling the energy flowing through these people and their miraculous strength other races began to intermix with them---"
Pan looked at Vegeta quizzically as he continued, clenching his fist. "---raping them." He whispered hoarsely. "Their offspring with a mix of other species turned out to be drastically horrible. The offspring, being a mix of blood, did not take all the attributes from their saroijin mothers that they needed to survive. They could not exchange energy to survive and all of them died."
"The specific race that tried to intermix with the saroijins, the Narominians, grew angry, not understanding why their offspring were dying. The narominians were very much like saiyans in that they craved power and destruction. They were a warrior race that wanted nothing but control. They believed that a mix of saroijin and narominian would empower their people, they were wrong. In their rage they went about trying to destroy the powerful saroijin race believing that if they couldn't control them that they did not want a powerful race such as the saroijins around in case they ever decided to defy the narominians."
"Few saroijins survived the assault, enough to make a small village. They small village of saroijins hid from the ever watchful eyes of the narominians. They were forced to flee underground, away from the native jungles to hide in caves and dig into the ground. They people, so close nit, knew the truth of their predicament, the once flourishing people were dying out.
"They survived this was for nearly 300 years, when the population grew large enough they would branch off again and try to form another village underground. Every twenty years or so the narominians would come across one of these underground villages and whipped out the population, just because their offspring didn't survive.
"One year, the year we saiyans call Rebirufu, "rebirth", a young girl was born in one of these villages. She was named Vege-aiko Juanita, a young saroijin whose hair stood in the oddest formation, straight up at odd lengths. She was said to be quite a site, although not odd in appearance other than her peculiar hairstyle, she was always very different. She didn't enjoy being with people unless she had to, testing out the limits of her survival without another's aura nearby.
"However when she was seven, her village was discovered. Vege-Aiko Juanita was left for dead, as were the rest of her people. But she, and another young boy, Narkoto Tsuki, survived. They survived off of one another's auras until they were old enough to venture from their dead village to find another. Narkoto Tsuki was fairly peaceful, his soul at peace depending completely on Vege-Aiko Juanita.
"But eventually the two were discovered, wondering through the jungles, by an old narominian called Nasiki Amen. He was amazingly unlike the others and took the two saroijins into his home. He was what the narominians called a Trainer. Trainers study the arts of energy and power, trying to understand how it worked. He had longer to study the power of the auras suspended around saroijins. Eventually, having studied Vege-Aiko and Narkoto, he determined what they aura was made of. He was able to read the strength of their auras, their energy, determining the power of the two by measuring the strength of their auras. Through this method he discovered chi."
Pan gasped, her descendents were the first to use chi?
Vegeta laughed. "I know what your thinking brat but no, all species use chi. Anyways to continue Nasiki managed to find a way of measuring their chi through meditation and feeling the energy. While in a meditation one day he felt another chi, not just Vege-Aiko's and Narkoto's. Shocked by his discoveries he documented them, coming to terms and discovering that everyone had auras, just not visible. The narominian auras were not nearly as powerful as those of the saroijins but their power was superior compared to his aura reading. This led him to further meditation and deductions. He discovered that his species, even he himself, suppressed their auras and contained them within their bodies. This is why, Nasiki deducted, is the reason why their race requires food, to intake energy without sharing it with others.
"Vege-Aiko was eager to learn more of this suppression, this ability to control auras. Feeling that it may be a chance for her race to rise again, learning how to suppress their auras into their bodies and use the energy for battling, being a superior race in their chi strength, might be able to end the suppression. She spent many days and nights in heavy meditation, feeling the chi's around them, trying to mimic them by forcing the energy into her body unsuccessfully.
"However it was a crime to keep saroijins and after nearly a decade, when the two saroijins were both nineteen, their keeper, Nasiki, was discovered to be keeping them. They were forced to flee with Nasiki's notes in order to escape execution.
"This hit Narkoto hard and he fell into a deep depression, his energy falling drastically, even with Vege-Aiko around. Vege-Aiko was afraid, without him, her energy would deplete and she would die. Knowing now more than ever she consulted Nasiki's incomplete notes and studied them without stopping. While Narkoto fell away from her, she discovered more and more why her species could not control their energy, they needed each other for it, not themselves. Instead of exchanging energy she took in outside sources, fruits, vegetables, meats. Slowly her power grew inside of her and her need for an aura depleted. Along with heavy meditation and concentration she managed to force the aura inside of her, leaving Narkoto and inch from death.
"Knowing she could not risk losing Narkoto, she slowly regained his strength with food and let her inner strength deplete, allowing her aura to emanate again. After bringing Narkoto to full health once more she returned to her studies, this time teaching Narkoto what she knew. With certain foods their power grew, with others it fell, and with countless months of meditation they were ready.
"The two journey again onwards to find more of their people and teach them what they had learnt. Within ten years they had built an army strong enough to destroy the narominians.
"When the narominians had been vanquished Narkoto and Vege-Aiko were seen as living gods, watching over them. No one wished to mess with them, having mastered the arts of chi and energy. Their abilities were miraculous, their abilities to destroy and emit auras when they needed to and make balls of energy.
"However one problem arose within the species. Reproduction halted. Sex was not limited but offspring were not produced. It seemed to end of the race.
"Narkoto and Vege-Aiko were forced to fall into retreat, their perfect race depleting around them. Without the exchange of energy between the male and the females the aura allowed they could not produce offspring.
"Lost for a way to fix this and unwilling to fade back to the being she had been, Vege-Aiko once again turned to studying and researching, trying to understand where the energy was inside of their bodies. Finally after much deliberation she had determined it, the blood that seeped through their veins.
"Narkoto and Vege-Aiko, having decided to reproduce long ago, were the first to test out Vege-Aiko's discovery. She figured that if they found a way to exchange their blood that their energy would go over as well. Having determined that the most energy sensitive area in a saroijin's body was the neck, aside from their unusual tails, Vege-Aiko decided that they needed to absorb each other's blood from that part of their bodies.
"This…is marking. They bit each other's necks and absorbed their blood. Sure enough Vege-Aiko, who was renamed herself Juanita, became pregnant with the first offspring to be born since before the great battles. This young boy that was born had his mother's dark black eyes and spiky hair but it was black like his father's, not blond like his mother's. In respect of the rebirth, the new boy being seen to be the first of a new race, they renamed their race the Saiyans, translated to 'superior chi warriors'. This young boy was named Vegeta, the first of the Vegetas, my ancestor from thousands of years ago."
Pan raised an eyebrow and opened her mouth to speak but found the words fleeting her, digesting all that she had received.
"When Juanita died it is said she went to heaven with her mate Narkoto. She watched down from heaven, as she was named the goddess of the saiyans. She watched over them and grew angry at what she saw.
"She found that some were marking each other during sex to absorb their power, not to reproduce. Often only one person would mark the other, just so they could absorb the power of the other without sharing theirs. As punishment for their foolhardy action she punished the saiyans, cursing them for their insolence. If this were to happen the one who marked the other would be punished with lust that could not be conquered, the desire for power eventually leading to their downfall. They could mark as many as they wanted but they were punished with unforgiving lust that could not be quenched, not just for power, but also for sex. The one who was marked but did not mark in return would be drained of their energy slowly by the one who marked them, slowly drawing them to their death as punishment for not marking the other. The only way to cure these curses is for the unmarked to mark the marker.
"After discovering this. Many of the saiyans grew angry and tried to find a way to gain more power, even having been forced to be marked by the one they had marked. They attempted to mark others and be marked again but Juanita halted this, forcing saiyans to be loyal to their mates because they could not exchange their energy with another unless their original mate was dead.
"This lead saiyans to choose as powerful mates as possible, creating the social system. Juanita's son Vegeta had been dubbed the ruler of the saiyans long before and his descendents formed the top tier, being the strongest of all the saiyans.
"Again Juanita grew angry with this. Having chosen her mate for love, not power, and having still some of the remote beliefs of her forefathers, she again punished the saiyans for their greed. Each saiyan that mated for any reason but love was punished to live half-lives. Their lives would be cursed with pain and depression, greed and deception. Vegeta's descendents, unheeding towards the goddess' curse continued to live the way they did for greed, living with the consequences, the half lives, instead of bonding with ones they loved, they lived for the blood and the power."
Pan gasped. It suddenly made sense, her weakness.
But…was Vegeta telling her the truth. She shook her head in disbelief.
"You have been marked miserable onna, but have not marked in return," Vegeta spat, "because of it you are cursed."
Pan still looked on quizzically.
"Not sure if you believe me?" Vegeta laughed and grabbed Pan roughly by one of her shoulder pads. Roughly he threw her through the open door into the gravity room and across the tile floor, sliding until she hit the wall at the far end of the room. "Pathetic," Vegeta hissed.
Pan growled and forced herself up onto her feet.
Vegeta smirked and in a moment was upon her, striking her across the face before she had time to gather her strength. Again she went flying across the room, hitting another wall as she crumpled.
The onslaught continued mercilessly as Vegeta brought his hands across her neck, squeezing lightly as Pan's feet dangled from the floor. A soft tear rolled down her cheek but silence still seemed to capture her.
"Your fate has been sealed," Vegeta hissed into her ear, "you must mark or die, it's your choice,"
Vegeta brought his elbow up to her face, slamming it harshly into her, causing the slightest traces of blood to seep from her lip and nose.
She would lose and she knew it. Even at full power she would lose, but she couldn't fight back, not this time. At a loss for words she forced herself up to her feet.
"I understand," she whispered loosely.
Vegeta nodded.
"The only thing I don't understand, Vegeta," Pan looked up at him, finally finding the words deep inside of her, "how is it that saiyans and humans can reproduce? Humans don't need the energy exchange."
Vegeta smirked. "The saiyan needs to mark the human to be able to reproduce, but yes, your right, the human doesn't. The energy exchange happens on the saiyans half, but because of the fact that it is not a saiyan they mate with their energy is transmitted back to the person without blood, it kind of a way a saiyan evens things out."
"And the curse?"
"None," Vegeta responded bringing his fist into Pan's jaw again. As he swung again Pan fell to the ground, her energy leaving her as Vegeta brought his knee into the small of her back and pressed down, causing her to lose consciousness.
End of Chapter Three
Okay well that's it for Chapter Three. Sorry, this is little about Trunks and Pan, all about history and stuff. I wanted to put this in here in order for you all to really understand what's going on. Besides, do I sense a prequel on the horizon? Hehehe…sorry, this whole Juanita thing has gotten me interested…
Bad Kelandra! No planning prequels without finished the original!
Anyways I'd better be off. Please read and review.
Kelandra Surisha
