Revised!
My Love For You Is InsatiableKakarott returned to Earth at the end of the three days, two days after the battle, to the face of Kami. The dragon was summoned after the Dragonballs were found.
"What is your second wish before I go to sleep for one whole year?" boomed the dragon in its deep voice.
This is it he thought, "I wish for Pan to forget what she found out six years ago at the Tyrant War. That means that she never thought that Trunks killed us and that she never went to work at the palace to kill him. She never did kill him, never went to hell, never saw Sheik there and never was resurrected from the dead. She only knows that Sheik killed us and now we have been avenged because Sheik is dead. I want her to forget all of that. I also want anyone who knows anything or has any suspicion about it to forget."
"That is a big wish, but I have the power to make it come true……………your wish has been granted."
And with that, Kakarott smiled, disappeared and was never seen on Earth again.
Trunks observed the monitor. The light was on yellow. He sighed with relief. She was out of danger.
He knelt down and looked at Pan through the glass of the rejuvenation tank. Her eyes were closed, her body misted in the blue healing liquid. Pan's black hair swayed in the liquid as if it had a mind of its own. He smiled.
Pan had been in the rejuvenation tank for five days now. A monitor next to it told the heart rate, temperature and the sate of the patient in five colours.
Red was a critical condition with a 10 chance of surviving, then there was green with an 30 chance of survival and after that there was green with a survival rate of 50. Saiyans in these states could still die.
Yellow had a survival rate of 80 and white was when the saiyan was awake and healthy again.
Pan had been on red for three days. Trunks had thought at one point that she wasn't going to make it. Bulma checked on her every few hours, but Trunks had been with her constantly since he had come out of the rejuvenation tank after one day. He refused to leave her, watching her from outside the rejuvenation tank. Bulma had convinced him to leave her to eat and sleep after reassuring him that she would be okay for an hour on her own. Even so, he was still very tired.
On the forth day, she went from red to green and green to blue.
She was now on yellow. When it was on white, she would be perfectly healed.
He remembered waking up one morning on the floor of the lab. He had felt…different but he wasn't sure how to explain it. But that wasn't major to him now. Just watching Pan heal told himself how much he cared for her, how much he wanted her, how much he loved her. It was these things that would be his future. He wanted to make her his mate. She wasn't like a normal girlfriend, one he would make love to and show around. No. She was different, the circumstances were different. He had loved her in a different way, a way that was more meaningful, filled with desire, with yearning. It was as if it was meant to be. Trunks didn't believe in fate: he believed in your own control in your life. but he believed it now because fate had happened to him. His heart had taken his control and he was happy that it had.
Trunks turned to watch his mother come in.
"How's she doing?" she asked wearily.
Trunks smiled, "She's on yellow."
Bulma let out a sigh of relief and smiled. For some time, she thought that Pan wouldn't make it. She went to the computer and looked at her statistics. She smiled to herself.
'I'm going to be a Grandma' she squealed in her mind.
Hours passed as fast as a hurricane. Before he knew it, it was nightfall. Trunks had one last look at Pan before going to look outside at the stars. He went to the balcony and levitated up onto the roof. He saw Goten and Bra, snuggled next to each other. He looked up to the heavens before sitting down next to them.
"Whassup bro?" asked Bra.
"Not much. Just reassured," said Trunks looking at them both. Bra was in Goten's lap, his arms around her waist.
"Is Pan okay?" asked Goten.
Trunks smiled, "She's on yellow."
Goten let out the breath he was holding in and Bra sighed.
"Thank Vegeta," he said, "I had trouble sleeping wondering if my only niece was going to be okay. At least we now know that she'll be fine." He pecked Bra before flying home to pick something up.
"Yeah. I only hope what happened to her hasn't affected her in some way."
"She'll be okay, Trunks. Trust me. She might be a little edgy at first, but she'll be okay. It'll be a happy ending all around," said Bra as she watched Goten's retreating figure.
"I hope so," replied Trunks, looking to the devastation Sheik had caused. Her ship had been removed and the palace was already being rebuilt with Bulma as head of the operation. In the distance, his saiyan sight could see craters where the final attack had taken place. Trunks or Goten couldn't remember one bit of the fusion, but they remembered what happened to Pan, Bulma and Bra. Once they had separated just after the attack, they had found one earring each on their ear. They had been collected and stored in a secret and sacred place, just in case they ever needed to be used again in the future.
Trunks sighed as he lay down with his hands behind his head. The stars were shining brightly, unlike five days ago when a furious storm had hit the East of Vegeta-sei. Storms were quite rare, but rainfall was always happening. He looked to the crescent shaped moon. It wouldn't be full for another year. The moon was full for one night every nine years. He had been eight last time it had happened and too young for the moon to have any effect on him. Not the effect to turn into Oozaru. It was true that the full moon turned them into the Oozaru form, but the saiyans were taught how to control themselves from not turning Oozaru every nine years. If they ever needed to turn Oozaru, a fake moon projection would be put up in the sky that the saiyans would recognise. If they didn't turn Oozaru every nine years, they went into heat.
Trunks smiled. When a male saiyan turned 16, they could go into heat. A female would only go into heat when mated. He was going to mate with Pan so he knew that next year he would be enjoying himself with the one he loved. He watched as Goten kissed Bra and flew down to the open balcony. He was happy for his sister and he liked Goten a lot. He wished he were kissing Pan right now. But he would have to wait. He saw Bra looking at him intently. He frowned, she smiled.
"You really love her, don't you," said Bra.
Trunks sighed before answering, "Yeah…"
She lay down next to him.
"I'm pretty sure that by the time you're twenty, you and Pan will at least have one little saiyan running around your feet," said Bra.
Trunks blushed, "Bra!"
She laughed, "Don't deny it Trunks! Anyway, I can tell that you want to mate with her so I guess it will happen."
Trunks nodded, "You don't know the feeling Bra, the feeling to want to be with someone for the rest of your life. I…love her and I can see that she feels the same way. She's different to any of the other girls I've loved before; I don't know why, but the love feels so much more in reality, so much like it was meant to always be. But, although she loves me, I feel that she might say no, or stop me."
Bra turned to look at the sky, "Every male is afraid of rejection because it's in their genes. I've been there, I've rejected someone before. But if she truly loves you Trunks, if she feels for you the way you feel for her, like there is no other one for her in the world, then I'm sure that it'll be the way you want it to be."
Trunks smiled before sitting up. A gentle breeze ruffled his hair.
"Trunks, I really love Goten. But with us, it was like love at first sight. It wasn't like first impression and then gradual, it was straight away. Now that is as if we were destined to love. But that's me, not you. Did you ever imagine the future when you were younger?" asked Bra.
Trunks laughed, "Yeah, but I used to be a bit of a trouble maker with my mates. We used to loiter whenever we could and I used to drive Mum nuts. I remember making the Elites think that they were mad once. We used to talk about the future; you know, sex and heat, but it isn't about that now. I realised that when I met Kalisa."
"That was one year that I could never forget Trunks. You were so mad over her; it was like she was a walking plate of deer!"
"Deer? You have deer?"
Bra rolled her eyes at her brother's hunger and obsession for deer, "Whatever happens Trunks, I guess that we'll always be happy."
"Yeah."
"You're such a good brother Trunks, although sometimes you can be such an ass."
"Me? An ass? You should listen to yourself sometimes Bra," he retaliated.
"Hmph…I gotta go."
She got up and walked to the edge.
"Yeah," teased Trunks, "I bet he wants your spandex on the floor once he comes back."
She blushed, "Someone's desperate for sex with a certain saiyan in a tank."
Trunks winked at her as she levitated down from sight. Trunks was only left wondering when Pan would let them become one, or if she would at all.
All that there was in the saiyan's vision was black. It was a black void, waiting for something to happen. The void seemed to get tighter, before she opened her eyes.
All she saw was blue. She closed her eyes and opened them again. The blue was back. She moved her eyes to the left and then to the right. She breathed in and realised that she was being fed oxygen through a mask. She looked down as she lifted her hands up. There were sensors all over her body. She instinctively put her hand up to her chest as vivid events of the last few minutes of the battle came to her. It was gone. There wasn't a hole. That was when she realised she was in a rejuvenation tank.
The blue liquid around her seemed to get clearer as her eyes adjusted to it. She saw the glass screen in front and then saw him. It was Trunks. She could only see the back of his head, but she could recognise him. He had fallen asleep against the rejuvenation tank. She tried to move and found that she could. She put her hands against the glass and moved forward. Pan moved her hand over the place where his head was. She wished she could touch him. She could remember a few scenes of the battle.
FLASHBACK
…The whirlwind grew and grew as Gotenks' power rose. He could see clearly through the whirlwind at Sheik's expression. She had seen nothing yet. He yelled as the whirlwind subsided and a clear aura surrounded him. If Sheik looked at it when the light from the moon shone on it, it was a mixture of dazzling colours, the colours of the rainbow, like when the sun shines on fuel. Gotenks looked at Sheik and then released two tiny ki blasts that couldn't be seen by the naked eye, or felt through ki…Sheik was dazed as something hit her and then immediately paralysed her. She looked to see the whirlwind back around Gotenks, but now it was even bigger…"You're history," he said. She heard him. The storm was stopping, but it still rained…
FLASHFORWARD
Pan smiled. But the water and the closeness of the sides was making her feel claustrophobic. She needed to get out. She looked for an escape route but found none. She started to tap on the glass to rouse Trunks up.
Trunks heard a tapping sound coming from behind him. He yawned. He was tired from the lack of sleep. He then realised where the tapping was coming from. He turned around.
Their eyes met. Cerulean blue mixed with an ebony black. He could see relief in her eyes. She could see longing. She moved her hand up the glass so that it was level with his. He placed his hand on hers. They wanted the glass to go. Their eyes met again. Trunks smiled before getting up to the computer screen. She was on white. He checked her vital signs of life. She was perfectly healed. He pressed the big green button and watched as the water drained, the oxygen mask clasp off her face and the sensors unlatch themselves. He opened the door. She sat up before stumbling a bit and falling into his arms. He dragged her legs out of the tank before wrapping his arms around her body.
Pan breathed heavily as she breathed in normal air instead of oxygen. She closed her eyes before her eyes widened. She gave a small gasp before throwing herself backward out of his arms. She moved back as far as she could. Her back was right against the tank.
Trunks looked at her heart-distressingly before letting his arms fall to his sides. His mind was spinning. Was she disowning him? Or was it thoughts holding her back. He couldn't move. His heart was beating in anticipation for her next move. He surveyed her form. She still had the spandex from the battle on that was stained with her blood. Her wet hair clung to her face and neck. Healing water droplets dripped from her.
Pan breathed in heavily as she looked at him. His eyes were drawing in hers, but she couldn't do it. Images were running through her head. Things she could only scarcely remember:
(scene in her mind)
'Pan's eyes were wide open, her mouth open, a small stream of blood dripping down the side. She had her hands around Sheik's arm that had gone completely through the bottom of her right lung. She looked down to see her royal spandex turning red with her own blood. Sheik had got her, but she was still alive. She looked up to see Sheik's face turned away from her. She understood. Gotenks had punched Sheik to stop her from killing her, but it had been to late. All it had done was give her more time to live. She would die slowly. She watched as Sheik turned towards her and smiled. Sheik pulled her hand out of Pan, laughed and flew up into the air.'
Pan shook her head and breathed in sharply causing a small whimper. Her eyes were filling with tears. The image of Sheik kept changing into Trunks, and then back to Sheik, and then back to Trunks.
She looked at him. He seemed worried at what was happening to her, but he stood his ground. He couldn't interfere with her mind unless it was necessary.
She closed her eyes again and tried to remember. She did.
She remembered meeting Trunks for the first time when she got a job at the palace after she had given up her studies. She went to work for him to get experience of the palace life before applying to train female Elites. She remembered their first kiss, the kiss in the gravity room:
FLASHBACK
They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Pan saw calmness, courage and kindness behind his eyes, but thought that she must be seeing things. She broke the contact, but found that she couldn't resist. She looked back into his eyes. Trunks could see love and sadness in her eyes.
He leaned forwards slowly, ever so slowly, their eyes darting from eyes to lips. As Trunks got closer and closer, Pan felt her heart throb in need. She needed him, and quick. When he was two inches away, she lifted her head to meet his lips.
He hadn't expected her to go for him like that, but didn't resist one bit. He let go of her wrists and put his hands behind her head, tangling it in her raven hair. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer to her. They wrapped their tails together. It was a deep, passionate kiss. Pan had never felt anything so exhilarating in her life and wasn't even thinking about what she was supposed to be doing: pretending to kiss him; not meaning it, but she meant it with all her heart. Trunks thought that she tasted like sweet strawberries. He put his tongue on her lips and she let him devour her. They had a vicious battle with their tongues and Pan moaned in her throat. As he pulled away, she scraped her teeth over his lips and he proceeded down to her neck, planting kisses everywhere on it as she clutched onto his hair.
FLASHFORWARD
She remembered how he had held her and comforted her when her Mother had committed suicide:
FLASHBACK
To Pan it seemed like an eternity, but it was much shorter than that in reality. She clung onto Trunks' shoulder as if he was her closest friend or Father in the unreal. Tears came out of her eyes and she sobbed until she could cry no more. It was as if the last part of her heart had been torn out of her and that she was like a dummy… she could still feel a little fire in her heart, which belonged to Goten and her Grandma and some that she couldn't decipher. The vivid scenes going through her head were so terrible. The death of her Father and Grandpa kept going through her mind repeatedly and now she could see scenes of her Mother's death, although she didn't know how it had been done. She could smell Trunks' scent and his tail was wrapped around her leg in an affectionate type of way.
FLASHFORWARD
Her laboured breathing stopped. The events of when Sheik appeared came:
FLASHBACK
She stared into his eyes and he stared back. It was so meaningful. She lowered her lips to his, surprising him and gently kissed him. He kissed her back gently. It was not of lust or of raw savaging passion, but filled with meaning and love. Trunks sat up and ran his hands through her ebony hair that was soft to the touch. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her up into his lap. He broke the kiss and gave her long pecks on the lips that made her moan in need. Pan ran his hands through his short locks that she had grown to adore so much when he began to kiss her chin and jawbone, while keeping his hands on her waist. He captured her lips once more and they broke apart to catch their breath.
Pan looked at him while caressing his hair.
"I need you," she moaned to him.
Trunks looked deep into her eyes.
"Why?" he asked, wanting to know.
She touched his face and leaned forward to kiss his ear before whispering out of breath:
"I love you."
"Do you mean that?" he asked, holding her close. Pan could feel his hot breath on her neck. The worlds he was saying meant so much to Pan. It was finally the way it was supposed to be, the way destiny should have happened.
"Yes…" she replied.
Trunks pulled her head back from his shoulder and studied her face before slowly leaning down and kissing her softly on the lips. It was sealed. Not by the physical, nor by the spiritual; but by the mental. They knew their feelings for each other; their destiny; their lives. She deepened the kiss, taking in his taste for real this time, no motive behind it. Trunks began to kiss her neck, making her whimper in a way she had never before. She didn't want it to end…
FLASHFORWARD
She looked into his eyes. Sheik was gone, her family avenged. She had found out the truth of her family. They hadn't died an honourable death as she had thought, but had been murdered for revenge. Sheik had killed them. Trunks was her future, the one she had loved the first time setting eyes on him, the one she wanted to be close to more than any other and forever.
The emotion in her eyes changed and Trunks saw it. It was love. He put his hand out and she took it.
He pulled her into an embrace, which she gladly took. The tears spilled from her eyes, though not a sound was heard. She snuggled into him more to get his body heat as she was cold. She turned her head to face him and placed her head in the crook of his neck. She loved the masculine scent he had. Trunks pulled her closer and lifted her into his lap. He wrapped his tail around hers gently, making her sigh. He felt her shivering and flared his ki, quickly drying her off. He felt her breath hitting his neck rhythmically. Trunks kissed her ever so gently on her neck and continued up her face to her lips. He stared at her, she stared at him. She felt his lips lingering over hers, barely touching though enticing her.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too," he replied.
Their lips met. It was gentle and loving, though filled with passion. He entered his tongue into her mouth and she responded by moaning softly. Their tongues had a soft battle with each other before he began to slowly suck on her lips. She claimed his mouth once more and he put his hand on her face. He then trailed his hand down her face and neck, over her left breast, down her stomach and over other parts of her body. She broke away from him and moaned softly over his shoulder.
They were both out of breath. She rested her head on his shoulder as his hands played with her hair. She didn't want this moment to end. Ever.
"Pan," said Trunks.
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay?"
She lifted her head to look at him.
"I'm fine…just tired."
He smiled.
"How long have I been in there?" she asked him.
"About six days."
"Six days?
He nodded.
"Have you been laying here since?" she asked.
He lifted his hand to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, "Of course I have, ever since I came out of the tank."
She moved her hands over his covered chest.
"You… you and Goten were fantastic," she said.
"We were? I don't remember…" said Trunks.
"You were like the wind. So agile, so much skill, so perfect. It was as if an angel had come down from the place above. So much courage, the blood. I'm glad I watched it."
"Where did you get those earrings from?"
Pan tried to answer, but found she couldn't. She didn't know where she had got the earrings. She searched her memory and then the answer dawned on her.
"My Grandpa. He gave them to me as a small child," she said. It was as if someone had whispered it in her ear as it had come out of no where.
"Without them, we would have been history," replied Trunks, caressing the bottom of her back. She growled softly before leaning in on his chest.
Trunks looked down at the beauty in his arms. She was flawless, nothing else. He loved her smile, her personality, her body, her brown tail. He looked to the clock and it read 2:10am. She had been out of the tank for ten minutes. He picked her up and carried her to his room, where she smiled before falling asleep. He lay in the bed next to her and spooned her from the front. She snuggled closer to his body heat eagerly before he too fell asleep. It was a lover's embrace, an embrace that would last forever.
The clock flashed over to 2:11am. It was weird that so many things had happened on the hour on this number; that Pan had gone to kill him at this time, that she had made up with him and confessed her love to him at this time, that she had woken up from unconsciousness at this time after a rebirth of memory; and that their birthdays were both on the second of the seventh and ninth month. It was as if destiny and fate had played a part in all their life. It was as if fate and destiny controlled the world they were living in. As Trunks had said, he didn't believe in fate. He wanted his own control of his life. But now he believed.
For the next few hours, the lovers dreamed the same dream, a dream of no worries, a dream of new life, a dream of love for all a lifetime.
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Kakarott smiled. The horror was terminated. Everything would be alright.
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