Disclaimer: DB/DBZ/DBGT belong to Toriyama and other rich Japanese guys, not me.
A Brief Moment in Time
Author: Cka3ka
Chapter 19: Sour Tears
In the skies heading away from C.C.
Trunks' mind was clouded with rage and hurt. He couldn't believe that Pan would two time him like that. Yet, the proof was undeniable. He had stood there with Marron in shock for at least ten seconds. He had hoped to see her throw the man off of her; to see that the man's attentions hadn't been wanted. That had not happened. Instead, Pan had sat there accepting the kiss. There was only one conclusion that he could make.
As he flew towards a destination unknown he could feel tears coming to his eyes at the pain of betrayal. He had fallen hard for her. Never before in his life had he ever been so enamored with any female. It was like she was the perfect match for him. She was a Saiyan, and inherently loved to fight and to be challenged. She was classy, but down to Earth. She didn't look down on people without a reason, and had a kind gentle heart. Nevertheless, she was a person who would do what needed to be done. Moreover, she was beautiful and intelligent to boot. Trunks had truly thought he had found the right girl. However, it appeared she lacked two things that he couldn't live without: loyalty, and faithfulness. He wouldn't live with a woman whom he had to worry about cheating on him or whom he couldn't rely on with complete trust.
Suddenly he felt a power source behind him. He knew who it was, but he wasn't really sure that he even wanted to see her. There was no reason to after her little escapade. Once trust was broken it could never ever be made truly whole again. He put more ki into flying and he began to leave her behind. As he pulled away he felt her power increase to higher than he thought possible. She was approaching a million and the Super Saiyan limit. He could also tell that she was struggling at controlling that much ki. Second thoughts about what he was doing entered his mind. Perhaps I should hear her out, he thought. He could feel her tapping even more ki now to try to catch up. Trunks knew if she kept on doing it she would hurt herself. If she wanted to talk to him that badly he wasn't going to refuse. He still cared for her too much. Spotting a meadow in the vast expanse of forest below he stopped and slowly set down there to wait for her.
Trunks didn't have to wait long. Within five minutes Pan blasted into the meadow. She promptly fell to her knees and was panting from the exertion of going beyond her natural ki level. "Trunks…" she said with effort.
"I was worried that you might hurt yourself. Say what you have to say," he said. There was no emotion in his voice.
Pan looked up and saw that his blue eyes seemed to have frozen. They looked at her with such disinterest that it nearly broke her. Somehow she held on. "Trunks… It wasn't what it looked like. Please…"
Trunks just closed his eyes and felt his heart sink. Could she have thought of a more generic opening? There was no doubt in his mind that he saw exactly what he saw.
"Pan… I saw you kiss him for a long time. It wasn't as if he kissed you against your will. He couldn't have done that." He stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. He had to make a clean cut. "Thank you for showing me a wonderful time. I… I couldn't have made it back to Chikyuu without you and I really loved your company… I wish it could have turned out differently, but sometimes people aren't what we think they are. Good bye." Trunks slowly rose in the air and in a flash disappeared.
Pan just sat there with a stunned look on her face. Not a single movement was made. Had anyone been watching her they would have thought that she was a statue carved out of marble. As the meaning of his words slowly sank into her, she did what she had never done before. She broke. Tears began to stream from her eyes uncontrollably. She fell over onto her side and drew her knees slowly up to her chest. Sobs wracked her body as she felt as if her heart had been torn completely from her.
"Trunks…" she whispered into the thin night air with tears streaming down her cheeks. "It really wasn't what you thought…"
"Then what was it?" she heard his voice ask softly as if it were behind her. She didn't turn around to see. It was her imagination anyway.
"He… I had a crush on him when I was younger, and our families are close. He kissed me and I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, so I… so I ended up destroying something precious. How did I fall in love with you Trunks? How did I fall in love with a man I hardly know? A man with so many secrets?" she asked to herself out loud.
There was only silence. She felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her and pull her close. She felt the heat of a broad chest, and instinctively buried her face in it and cried.
Trunks had phased out and had begun to leave when he faltered in his resolve. He didn't want to leave her. Am I overreacting? He asked himself. After all, it had just been a kiss and perhaps she had been telling the truth. Shaking his head he suppressed his ki and flew back down into the clearing.
He watched as Pan lost control of her emotions. He saw her crumple to the ground and sob uncontrollably. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to go to her; to take her into his arms and bring her comfort. Her tears were his. How can anyone watch someone they love, truly love, shatter as if they were made of delicate glass. There was only one thing Trunks could do. He went to her.
He slowly floated down to her. His sharp Saiyan hearing could hear her words to herself clearly. "Trunks… It really wasn't what you thought," she said in the softest whisper.
"Then what was it?" he asked. His voice equally as quiet.
"He… I had a crush on him when I was younger, and our families are close. He kissed me and I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, so I… so I ended up destroying something precious. How did I fall in love with you Trunks? How did I fall in love with a man I hardly know? A man with so many secrets.
Trunks didn't say anything. He slowly brought his arms around her and pulled her close. He felt her lean her head against his chest and sob. He could feel the hot tears seep through his thin shirt. "I'm sorry Pan…" He needed to comfort her, no matter if he was in the wrong or not, it was his place to do so. He realized that she was truly sorry for unwittingly hurting him. "I shouldn't have reacted like that."
"Trrunks?" she whispered as she looked up into his face. Her eyes were read with tears and her complexion completely ruined. Yet, Trunks couldn't help but find her utterly intoxicating, even more so then normal. "I…. It's you. Please don't go… I love you."
He didn't know what to say so he merely held her tighter and let his emotions speak. "Pan… I don't know why I feel this way towards you, but I do. I've fallen for you Pan so hard that it hurts to even see you in pain. I can't bear the idea of you with someone else… So I intend to make you…"
He didn't quite finish. Pan knew what he was going to say instinctively. He was going to make her his. Just as his father had made her mother his, just as Saiyans had courted each other for millennia. Trunks followed the call of his blood. At the same time so did Pan. She reached up and kissed him hard before he had a chance to finish his sentence. With a growl, she ripped his shirt from him as if it were a piece of tissue, exposing his sculpted chest to the cool night air. Her hands roamed freely explored his body. Looking up into his eyes, she gave into the lust and the passion that was coursing through her body like an unchecked fever.
So, deep in the woods of a remote part of Chikyuu, two lovers—perhaps fated, perhaps not—met in passionate affirmation of their newfound love for each other.
Meanwhile…
Trunks Yamcha Briefs groaned in pain as he slowly stood up. His clothes were totally ruined from his own excrement. He was absolutely livid with rage. He was determined to have his revenge, and have that revenge soon. He hadn't intended Marron to be on the receiving end of his surprise but now he would make sure that she suffered. Slowly he dragged himself to where his jacket was and grabbed his keys. He quietly went up to his room and changed. He didn't have time to shower no matter how disgusting he felt at the moment.
Quietly he snuck into the garage where his car was and got in. He fired up the engine and took off casually. He didn't want the bitch of his mother finding out that he had left. Not that it would matter. She was going to be a recipient of his surprise also.
As he pulled away from Capsule Corporation he activated a communicator that he had been given earlier that day.
"Is everything in order?" came the brisk voice from the other line.
"Yes Prime Minister, everyone is at the compound. You can send them in whenever you are ready."
"Excellent. Dr. Myuu and the strike force are on their way. Well done, Mr. Briefs. You will meet me at the rendezvous point?"
"Yes, Prime Minister. I'll be there as soon as possible."
"Good. See you then."
It didn't occur to Trunks to mention that Pan and the purple haired youth had blasted out of Capsule Corporation earlier.
Marron had stormed out of the Capsule Building and onto the grounds that the party was held. She had stopped abruptly when Bulma had come up to her and asked her where Trunks was. She told her that she didn't know, but didn't miss Bulma's glance at her left ring finger where the engagement ring should have been. At least Bulma had the tact not to ask at the moment.
Now Marron stood at the edge of a circle of people who she had never met before. They were talking about some sporting event that she had absolutely no interest in. She was only there because she needed a few moments to collect herself before she went and confronted HIM. It was time for her to stop hiding from herself and admit the truth. Even if she was a cold-blooded murderer she knew that there were some people who knew her for what she truly was, and that was all that mattered. Finally gathering her courage she excused herself from the crowd of nobodies and went in search of Son Goten.
Interestingly enough, Goten was talking to Krillan and Eighteen when Marron approached him. Videl and Gohan were also standing next to them and participating in the conversation.
"Hey pumpkin," said Krillan as he saw his daughter walk up to them. "How's everything going?"
As all the eyes of everyone in the group swung towards her she could feel her stomach begin to flip. "Hi, Daddy. Every things ok now… Every thing is ok," she said a bit cryptically. She walked up and gave Krillan a kiss on the cheek and her mother as well.
"Marron, do you know where Pan went?" asked Gohan. "I don't like the way her ki skyrocketed like that and if she's not back in a few then I'm going to check on her."
"Gohan… Pan will be all right. She and Trunks have something to work out," she answered. "You don't need to go after them, and I think that would be a BAD idea."
"I don't like it… I don't like it at all," muttered Gohan. Luckily Videl was there with a firm hold on his arm. She smiled at Marron giving her a gesture of assurance that Gohan would take her advice one way or the other.
She turned and looked at Goten. Taking a deep breath she decided to broach the subject, "Goten. The Trunks' case will be a moot point after today… Either Pan will know everything or they won't be together anymore." She took a deep breath and looked over at her parents. They had been happy when she had come back, and she knew that the one thing she did enjoy about Chikyuu were them. But, it was time to go back to her life—the life she had forged for herself in blood and iron. "When you leave for space, I'll be going with you Goten."
The silence that rippled through the group was ear shattering. Everyone just looked at her, including Goten. He had expected it, but certainly not here. Goten gave her a hard look and when she her gaze didn't waver he nodded. He, like Bulma, glanced quickly over to her ring finger and Marron swore that she saw him smile faintly when he noticed that the ring was gone. "I'll have every-."
Suddenly she saw Goten's eyes widen in alarm. He was not the only one, it all happened in slow motion. Her peripheral senses gave her less than a second of warning as she felt a massive surge of ki. Before she knew it, she saw Gohan dive on top of Videl in an attempt to protect her. Her father did the same for her mother. In less than a second she felt the scorching heat of a ki blast strike.
The roar was deafening and the sheer force of the blast threw her off her feet. She could feel the force of not one, but tens of ki blasts being unleashed at Capsule Corporation. After what felt like hours she slowly staggered to her feet. Her clothes were tattered and she could feel that her right arm was useless. Looking around she saw that Gohan wasn't in much better shape. He rolled off Videl and it seemed that he was about to lose consciousness. Her father was out, and so was her mother. The blast had caught both of them unprepared.
Other than her, only Goten was still on his feet. He was bruised and battered, but otherwise he seemed ok as well. As for the other guests, most of the Z-fighters seemed to have survived. She could feel their ki, but they were definitely not in any sort of combat ready conditions. Of the non-warriors she was sure that most of them were dead, with the exception of Videl that she could tell. She didn't see Chichi or Goku anywhere. They had probably transported out just when the blasts hit.
"Greetings Duke de Sirrus and Chikyuu Guardians," came a voice from above them. Marron looked up to see a man with an orange mustache and wrinkled blue skin. He seemed to be quite aged. Behind him she saw three other blue skinned figures. These weren't old at all, and she could tell that they had enormous ki levels. They were no doubt Bojack's assassins. They were here to destroy the Chikyuu fighters before they could gather and fight back.
"Dr. Myuu…" said Goten as he straightened. Even in his tattered uniformed and obviously wounded he carried an aura around him. Just watching him she could only stand in awe as he seemed to radiate perfect confidence. He was truly the Iron Duke.
"It is most unfortunate that a man as great as yourself must be purged. Unfortunately you living would mean too many problems for the Emperor even if you were to swear for him," stated Dr. Myuu. He suddenly turned and looked at Marron. Though she had never met him before, he seemed to recognize her. "Ahhh… The Marchioness de Toulon, former commander of the purge squads. How convenient. I thought it would be quite difficult to hunt you down. Your reputation precedes you m'lady."
"Then you know that you have made a fatal error," snapped Marron.
"I think not. M'lord, M'lady… Goodbye." Dr. Myuu signaled to the three henchmen to begin their attack.
Marron summoned her ki level to its maximum for the first time in half a decade. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the golden aura of a Super Saiyan flair around Goten. They were out gunned and out-classed in ki level. This was not going to be a pretty fight.
As the fighting was about to commence…
Bulma Briefs strode through the corridors of Capsule Corporation. She was furious. Where the hell had her son gone? What did he think he was doing disappearing at a party that HE had thrown? Several people had already been asking about him. Moreover, she had just seen Marron storm out of Capsule Corp and she HAD noticed that Marron wasn't wearing her engagement ring. Something was going on and Bulma wanted to get to the bottom of it.
She had already been into several rooms and hadn't seen any sign of her son. Finally, she walked into the Amber room and looked around. At first she didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Just as she was about to leave, the position of the center figurine caught her eye. Her heart leapt in her chest as she noticed that it had been moved. No one knew about her laboratory, at least not since her father had died years ago. That somehow the figurine had moved meant that someone had found it. Could Trunks have found it and been using it behind my back? She thought to herself. If he had, she'd have to punish him severely.
Slowly she walked over to the figurine and turned it again. The hidden door slid open and she walked in. Walking to the control panel she entered her code and checked who was the last person to have entered. The computer shouldn't have let anyone in except for her, but perhaps Trunks had found a way to bypass that. The data that appeared made her even angrier, 6:43 AM – Enter Bulma Briefs. That meant that Trunks was impersonating her. That was absolutely intolerable. She quickly keyed in the entrance code and passed the retinal exam. Taking the elevator down, she stormed into the lab about to raise hell only to find that there was no sign of Trunks. Instead, at the computer counsel was a woman with blue hair. Bulma's eyes widened as she recognized the features. They were hers, except younger. The person sitting before her was her.
Mirai no Bulma sat in front of her counterpart's computer wading through the files on Saiyan biology. She was amazed at the sheer amount of information that the Bulma of this time had collected. Interestingly enough, much of it was dated within the last ten years. It was as if her counterpart had begun meticulously collecting data on Saiyans after Son Videl's election as the Mayor of Satan City. Mirai no Bulma had no idea who Videl was, but she definitely knew that Videl was related to the Son family.
Why am I collecting data on Saiyan Biology? And what does it have to do with the Sons? She asked herself. She couldn't answer, but it didn't matter to her much anyway since the collection of data was definitely helping with Vegeta's healing process. In fact, she hadn't been sure if the regeneration tank would have even repaired such a fragile thing as spinal tissue and nerve endings. Luckily, with all the information she had to work with, she was sure that everything would be fine. Quickly glancing over to where the regeneration tank was, she smiled recalling the fine sculpted muscles that graced Vegeta's perfect body. The thought sent shivers up her spine. It was a good thing she had decided to cover up the tank, or she would probably have been standing there drooling over Vegeta. Now at least she could get some work done.
As the regeneration tank worked its magic on Vegeta, Bulma continued to browse through the various files on Saiyans just to make sure that everything was ok. Plus, she was interested in what her counterpart had uncovered. There was all types of information including the necessary strength of the moon for Saiyans to become Oozaru, measurements of the power level of Goku and Gohan, and also power projection charts. There was a file on their DNA makeup and cross comparisons with humans as well as other animals. In addition to that were Dr. Gero's old notes, as well as terabytes of observation files on the Saiyans.
Again she wondered why she was collecting this information. Finally, curiosity got the better of her and she began to actively search the information to see if she could figure out what was in her counterpart's mind. After about ten minutes she came across a heavily encrypted file. Bulma being Bulma, couldn't resist the challenge. Even better was the fact that this file was encrypted in an algorithm that she had never used in her time. It would be an interesting challenge.
She didn't know how long she had been at cracking the file, but it certainly had taken a while. However, she had finally unraveled the sequence and was quite pleased with herself, as well as her counterpart. It only went to show that great minds thought alike. With a triumphant smile on her face she opened the file. As she glanced at its contexts, she gasped, utterly appalled at what they contained. There before her was data on a specific virus with a specific protien structure she was all too familiar with. It was the virus that had killed Son Goku in her time. Scrolling down the screen she saw that, in this time, the virus was not natural. It had been created and by none other then herself.
"I can't believe I would do such a thing… How could I betray my friends like this?" she said. Distraught, she didn't hear the quiet 'swoosh' of a door opening.
After a few moments she decided it was time to check on Vegeta again. She slid her chair backwards only to be abruptly stopped. She felt a cold slim hand resting on her shoulder, followed immediately by a familiar poof and then a clicking sound, which causing her eyes to widen. Slowly she turned around, only to find herself looking into the barrel of an Uzi.
"Amazing… You look exactly like me ten years ago. What a remarkable clone," said her counterpart, Bulma Yamcha Briefs, as she looked appraisingly at the younger image of herself that sat before her. "So… would you like to tell me who you work for…? Red Ribbon? MacroHard? Enron?"
Despite being held at gunpoint, it took all of Mirai no Bulma's will to keep from assaulting her counterpart right there and then. She slowly calmed herself down and tried to assess the situation with a clear mind. It was obvious that her counterpart didn't know that Vegeta was here. Covering the regeneration tank had provided another boon then just letting her be able to work. All she had to do now was stall until Vegeta got out of the tank. It would only be ten minutes or so. The question was… how could she do it?
Bulma Yamcha Briefs glanced over Mirai no Bulma's shoulder and recognized the file that she was viewing. At first her face fell and it seemed that she truly regretted something. However, that moment passed and anger soon replaced sorrow. "I see… I guess Videl's cleverer than I thought if she figured out my trump card. I'm not surprised that she would try something like this before I was fully ready."
"I don't know who Videl is… but I can't believe you'd betray your friends like this… How could you possibly do such a thing?" seethed Mirai no Bulma.
"Betray?" Bulma looked confused for a second then shook her head. "Tsk tsk… What I do is none of your concern. It's obvious that you work for the Sons… now tell me who the hell you are, and how you found this place. If you don't, well…" The threat did not need to be expressed; it was obvious as Bulma Briefs leveled the gun at her younger self.
"If you think I'm going to tell anything to a treacherous bit…" Mirai no Bulma never got to finish her sentence. Pain exploded in her shoulder as a bullet embedded itself there. She cried out in pain and hit the ground clutching her shoulder. Crimson blood slowly seeped through her shirt and onto the floor leaving a reddish brown color on the laboratory floor.
"That wasn't the right answer. Now… I'll give you another chance. The next bullet goes into your head," stated Bulma Briefs flatly. "I want to know who you are and how you got in here."
Mirai no Bulma grit her teeth. She willed herself to block out the pain and she turned and spat at her counterpart. "I'm you, you dumb bitch. How else do you think I knew this lab existed and the codes to get into here?" said Mirai no Bulma through gritted teeth. "16-4-62270-794. The age I was when I met Goku, the four star dragon ball, and how many Employees Capsule corps had in 794. Oh yeah, and I know that you wet your bed when you were 14 because you drank too much hi-c that night when you went over to your classmates birthday party."
Bulma Yamcha Briefs blinked her eyes in disbelief. "Intriguing… you are me? I'd almost believe that if I didn't know it was impossible."
"Obviously you aren't much of a genius. Dimensional travel. I invented it… so I am you," said Mirai no Bulma. Her mind was racing. She had to stall for time so that Vegeta could get out of the tank.
It worked. If anything were to stall Bulma Briefs, it was a new scientific principle that she didn't know existed. Both Mirai no Bulma and her counterpart in the present timeline, despite their differences, still shared the same obsession with knowledge. It didn't matter if it was a new type of glucose to make candy or fusion power, if she didn't know it she'd want to.
"That's absurd!" cried Bulma Yamcha Briefs. "You'd have to be able to travel faster than the speed of light, and then you'd have to be able to 'rip' apart the time space continuum. It can't be done! I don't believe you."
"How else can you explain me? I'm sitting right in front of you and you can ask me anything and I'll tell you… at least up to the point where our timelines diverge."
The Bulma of this timeline looked thoughtful for a second. "No… I don't think I need to do that. In fact, you've won me over. I believe you." Bulma slowly leveled the gun at her alternative counterpart. "Sorry… but it looks like I'm going to have to kill you now. I can't have someone who knows as much about me as you do allying themselves with the Sons. Nothing personal."
"If you kill me, you won't ever find out if dimensional travel exists."
"Ahhh… Appealing to my curiosity. Yes, you do know me too well. But I don't care about dimensional travel. Anyway, if you really are me then if you can do it, so can I. Goodbye."
And for Mirai no Bulma, there was nothing more than a blinding flash of light before the world went dark.
Outside…
Goten stood facing his opponents in a resplendent golden aura. Next to him Marron was shrouded in a wreath of blue flame; her golden hair floating gently from the wind generated by the two warriors. Before them stood Bojack's assassins who were accompanied by Dr. Myuu.
"Dr. Myuu. Treachery against the Emperor is punishable by death. It seems to me that I must carry out the sentence," stated Goten. Rage danced behind his turquoise eyes as he stared up at the orange mustached Doctor who had led the assault on Capsule Corp. Goten didn't even need to look to know that all of the non-ki users were dead with the possible exception of Videl who wad been protected by his brother. Myuu would pay for this act. He swore it to himself. "Even if it were not so, you would be put to death for the despicable attack here."
"Duke de Sirrus, you have no idea what you face. Farewell. Zangya, Bidu, Bujin. Dispose of them. I shall await you at the rendezvous points." With that said, Dr. Myuu activated a black square shaped device and vanished.
Goten and Marron carefully assessed the situation. It didn't look good. He was confident that if there were only two of them they could have won. He cast a glance at Marron and she met his look. She gave him a weak smile.
"Well… We have to try, yes?" Humor laced her voice. She, too, had come to the same conclusion as he had. They both knew that survival was a remote chance. He acknowledged her with a nod and the two of them, knowing that death was near, reached out gathered as much ki as they could possibly handle.
Before they even had a chance to launch their first attack they suddenly felt their arms and legs bound. Red ki thread came forth from Bujin and Zangya entwining them, and slowly sapping their energy. Bidu slowly floated forward with a cocky smirk on his face.
"You are nothing compared to us," he laughed. "The legendary Duke isn't so legendary after all." He pulled back his fist and powered up intending to send Goten to his death with a single blow.
That blow never landed. Goten watched as Bidu was struck from above and sent crashing down into the earth below.
"I don't know who you people are… but you are to leave this planet now or I won't be responsible for what happens to you," came a voice tinged with rage. With two blasts of ki energy Son Goku sliced through the wires that were binding Marron and Goten.
"Dad!"
Son Goku smiled at his son. "These guys don't seem to want to fight fair. I thought I'd even up the odds." He turned back to his opponents. "Well?"
Zangya laughed and then tapped something on her wrist. Her answer came back in the response of a massive ki blast which forced the three Chikyuu Guardians to dodge.
"This isn't going to be easy… but I haven't had a good fight in a long time," remarked Goku to Goten. Goku seemed to be as excited about the fight as he was outraged by the atrocity that these minions of Bojack had committed.
"This will definitely not be easy…" replied Goten. "Let's get started."
Within seconds the battle was on. Goku battled Bujin the mystic, Goten fought Bidu, and Marron and Zangya squared off against each other. Little did they know, the battle would end up to be remarkably one sided.
A long distance away on Planet Chikyuu…
Mirai no Trunks had gotten lucky. Every time he looked down at the naked form that was, even now, cuddling against him, he couldn't help but feel lucky. Pan truly was a beautiful woman. She was intelligent, witty, and beautiful to boot. There were things he didn't know about her, and he knew she wanted to know more about him. It would all be over soon and the two of them could put everything on the table. He was a little concerned at Pan's possible reaction, but he was sure that it wouldn't adversely affect their budding relationship. After all, him being Saiyan should, after she got over her initial pique of course, make him even that much more attractive. At least, that was what he hoped.
"You look worried," came her voice. It was soft and still a bit husky. "I'm not going to get pregnant." The smile on her face told him that it was a joke, or at least he thought it was.
"I'm not worried about that… It's the fact that I haven't been totally honest with you. I promise I'll tell you everything but I just feel guilty for not having done it already," he said.
"Oh… Trunks, I can wait. I think I know everything I need to already. The past doesn't really matter does it?" Pan bit her lip as a shiver of anxiety ran through her. Her question wasn't meant to just reassure him, but herself as well. After all, there were things in the past, things that she had done, that would undoubtedly shock him. Worse, there were things that she would probably have to do in the future that would not go over well with him.
She didn't want to think about it. She would live in the present and take joy in every second that they could be together. Slowly she leaned upwards and kissed him softly on the lips. Her hands wrapped around him and she pulled his naked form closer to him and slowly began to rub herself against him. Her ministrations elicited a soft groan from him and she began to move her hands downwards. She continued to kiss him when she grasped him in her hand. Without warning she felt him stiffen.
"Pan… Pan I feel something," he rasped.
"I sure hope you feel something," she said pushing herself back a little so she could look him in the eyes. She didn't think she could get enough of those deep blue eyes.
"Pan. Stop… Something is wrong. Don't you feel that?" He pushed her off and stood up. His eyes stared towards the direction of Capsule Corporation, his brows furrowed in concentration.
It was as if she heard a loud clap of thunder. Yet, it wasn't thunder it was a sensation of ki that seemed to overwhelm her. She recognized the golden aura of a super Saiyan, but against that super Saiyan were three power sources that even she could tell were stronger.
"Trunks we have to get back to Capsule Corps. Something is going on there."
"Pan… I don't think…" He shut his mouth. He knew that she was not powerful enough to go against whomever these warriors were that were battling against Goten. Yet, he was smart enough to realize there was no way she would remain behind, not with her family in danger. His only choice was to bring her and protect her from anything that they came across. "Ok… never mind. Let's go."
Pan had already dressed having thrown just her blouse and pants on. She looked raggedy, but it wouldn't matter in the coming fight. Trunks quickly did the same and the two of them blasted off into the sky towards Capsule Corps knowing that they might just be too late.
A/N:Sorry this took me so long to post. Tried posting it yesterday but kept giving me errors. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. review responses coming next chap... life's a hectic atm.