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Let Love Be Your Energy...........chapter 2
Last time:
She was bad.
"Pan." he said.
Her spandex had turned a nasty maroon colour where she was bleeding. Her breathing was laboured and Trunks guessed she had broken some ribs. Her arms where bloody and a bone was sticking out of her right lower arm. He picked her up and cradled her in his lap, being careful not to move her too much. He wiped the hair from her face to see her clearly.
All that caught him was a huge bump and gash on the side of her forehead, dripping with blood.
~*~*~
Pan looked at her surroundings. She was in a place that was surreal; dreamlike. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, although it felt somehow familiar. Was this a dream?
It was a dark place. There was a dark black sky, no stars or moon. Around her, she could feel a strange presence; a peculiar atmosphere. It was like something was going to happen, an event that would show her more.
There were dark purple rocks scattered around. It was a world, perhaps a planet. She could feel hundreds of ki's. They were always reducing as if a battle was going on. She could hear screams of pain and terror, telling her that she was right.
She wanted to fly out towards the scene to find out what was happening. She levitated up, but it was different to actual flying. She was more floating in a direction. What she saw made her blood pulsate through her veins, her heart beat at 100 mph.
This was not a battle: this was torture. The inhabitants of this planet were being tortured until their screams were nothing but whispers of regret. Pan floated towards them to try to stop their pain, but she saw what they were. They were saiyans. She did not understand.
She walked right in front of them and they seemed to ignore her presence, as if she was invisible. She called to them. She knew they heard her, but not one battered their eyes to her. This was a place or darkness. She was immobile to any action of aid. She looked down to herself and realised the truth.
She was dressed in white, while everyone else was in black or covered and smothered in darkness. She was an angel: an inhabitant of heaven. And this was hell, where only the very evil and very bloodthirsty saiyans went. She gasped as she looked around. The voices: the screams of terror and pain, seemed louder than before. Pan covered her ears with her hands.
Was she dead? Was she an angel of heaven who had visited hell? No one seemed to acknowledge her presence and it made Pan shake with fear and anticipation. She ran away. And the next thing she knew, she was somewhere different. She now knew she was dreaming.
~*~
She was seven years old again. She smiled at her small form. Pan glanced up to the sky. She was on Vegeta-sei. It had gone back in time. Pan heard someone calling her name. She turned to see her young Mother calling her. She ran towards Videl and hugged her.
"Pan," said Videl, "Daddy's home."
Pan smiled, her eyes lighting up. She was going to see her Father. This what she wanted. She would often dream about her deceased family.
Pan let herself be lifted by her mother. The sun was shining brightly and there was not a cloud in sight. This was like heaven.
~*~
The bright light faded and she was on the top of a high cliff. She recognised it. This was No End Pit. The pit was a deep hole in Vegeta-sei's crust. It stretched down for 100 miles until it supposedly ended in the centre of the planet. No one knew. Once you fell in, the gravity would pull you down, and you wouldn't be able to stop. She was on the edge, her hands outstretched.as if she was about to jump. Pan's eyes widened. She moved back, away from the edge. Nausea filled her head.
Why was she going to jump? Pan looked around. There was not anyone around. She was alone.
What was this dream? All saiyan dreams were past, present, future or what they had always wanted to see or experience. She understood the first two parts of her dream. She had always wondered what hell was like. Little did she know that she had actually experienced it before, but the memory had been erased. The second part was the past. She remembered it. But what was this?
Before she could answer her question, Pan was hit in the back by something, causing her to fall forward. It was a horrible sharp stinging pain.
~*~
In the medical ward of the palace, Pan began to twitch and shake due to the last part of her dream. Trunks tightened his grip on her hand and she calmed down, going back to the land of unconsciousness. Trunks looked at his mate and wondered when she would wake.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kakarott looked down on Vegeta-sei from the high reaches of the saiyan heaven. His son, Gohan, came up behind him.
"Is she going to be okay?" asked Gohan.
"She should be," answered Kakarott, "It was a hard blow."
"I know. And all because of the increased gravity," said Gohan, "She should be dead with a bump on her head that hard. But she is not, luckily. I want her to live her life to the fullest. We have done all we can to help her so far. She's so happy with Trunks."
Kakarott smiled, "A lot has happened to her and she doesn't now the half of it."
"Yeah."
"But there's something wrong though."
Gohan looked at his Father, "What do you mean? You said she'll be okay!"
"No, something different. I am worried about the near future. There is a weird atmosphere surrounding my heart. I can feel it. There is like a disturbance on the planet. A force, a wickedness."
"Whatever it is Dad, they'll get through it."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bulma put the alcohol onto Bra's wound and she hissed.
"Mum, you know I don't like that strong stuff. Why do you have to put it on?"
"In case of infection. You were stabbed Bra," replied Bulma, dabbing a wound on her arm.
Bra hissed again and Goten laughed at her.
"Anyway, you're injury is nothing compared to Pan's," said Bulma.
Both Bra and Goten looked at Bulma. She gasped.
"You mean you don't know?"
"What's happened to my niece?" asked Goten.
"She was training with Trunks in the gravity room when the earthquake hit. Their gravity room is under my main inventory lab. The ceiling collapsed and they were both buried under wreckage. The gravity was still on; the automatic shutdown didn't work. Huge metal beams fell upon them both. The gravity made the metal beams 500 times their normal weight. Trunks' legs were crushed, but he's okay now. Pan's unconscious. She was hit on the head."
Goten put his hands on his head, "Will she be okay?"
"At the moment.we're not sure. The rejuvenation tanks were all broken and it isn't safe to move her now. We have to wait."
"Can we see her Mum?" asked Bra.
"Yes. I'm sure Trunks will let you. He's with her now. You would think that a saiyan would survive a simple earthquake, but the gravity was what changed it all. Trunks can't even lift one of the metal beams easily under that amount of gravity, so three of them on Pan did a lot of damage."
They understood and waited for Bulma to bandage up Bra's wound. They left.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Trunks rubbed his fingers through Pan's ebony hair. He stared at the wound on her head. She had had stitches. The wound was closed and was now just a long red line on the top of her face. The sight of it made Trunks feel queasy: because he was blaming himself.
If only he had switched off the gravity! He put his face into his hands. It was his fault. He had had a chance after the earthquake, but he didn't take it. The thought had slipped his mind. She had been dreaming a little while ago, and Trunks wondered what about. Their bond showed nothing.
He clasped her hand in his and stroked it. He was sitting down on a chair and his legs hurt. His Mum had said that he was lucky they weren't flattened. His stab wound in his foot had been bandaged. Her wounds on her arms had bandages on them too.
He heard a knock on the door, but didn't answer it. Bra poked her head around the corner and was greeted by the sight of Trunks holding Pan's hand that was on the bed.
"Trunks, can we come in?"
He didn't turn around, but nodded. Bra opened the door and Goten followed. He saw his niece and sighed. Bra grabbed a chair and sat down next to her brother. Goten went around the bed and sat down on the other side. Bra saw the worried expression on Trunks' face. She rubbed his arm.
"Don't worry Trunks. She'll get through it," she said.
Trunks looked at her and smiled, "Thanks Bra.it's just that.I'm anxious for her to wake up. Then at least I know she'll be okay or has a better chance."
"How long has it been since the earthquake?" asked Goten, looking at Pan.
"Four hours," said Trunks. He looked at the clock. It read 11pm.
Goten was looking at her wound.
"Were you hurt?" asked Trunks.
Goten shook his head, "No, but Bra was. She got a steel pipe through her arm."
"Yeah," replied Bra, showing Trunks the bandage, "I heard you hurt your legs."
Trunks nodded, "It was difficult to lift the metal bar off my legs."
He turned to Pan and swept stray hair away from her face.
"Has she had any signs of waking up?" asked Goten.
"She was dreaming a while ago. She was moving around. I thought she was going to wake, but nothing so far apart from that."
Goten and Bra looked back at Pan. She was breathing slowly. They stayed for a while longer and then left. As soon as Bra was out of the door, tears began to fall from her sapphire eyes.
"Hey, Bra," said Goten, "Shhh. It'll be okay. Stay strong."
He pulled her into his arms where her tears were soaked up into his spandex.
"It's just.seeing her like that makes me realise how lucky I am. I'm just expecting the worst, that's all," cried Bra.
Goten hugged her tightly. He was worried too.
Trunks could hear her crying. He closed his eyes and opened them again. He wished she would just wake up.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bulma had finished tending to all the hurt in the palace and decided to go to her son. She knew what he was going through. When she had first mated with Vegeta, he had gone into battle with Frieza and had come back with massive injuries. He had been told that he was going to die.
Bulma had cried and cried, wishing him to recover. It was a pain inside, their bond breaking painfully. She had never wanted to feel that pain again after he had recovered. He had become a Super Saiyan after that and defeated Frieza.
Bulma knocked on the door and heard no response. She poked her head around and walked in. She closed the door and sat down where Bra had sat. Trunks' face was expressionless but Bulma knew he was in pain.
"How are you feeling Trunks?" she asked.
Trunks turned to her, his face solemn, "I want her to wake up."
Bulma sighed and put her hand on his shoulder, "I know you do sweetie, but you and I both know that we have to wait."
"And that's the worst part."
Bulma touched Pan's stitches before checking her pulse rate and blood pressure on the computer. She turned back to Trunks, who was clasping her hand in his.
"It seems like forever, doesn't it?" asked Bulma.
Trunks nodded, "Since we became mates, we haven't been apart. And now that it's happened, I feel as if I'm alone and deserted."
"No, no, no Trunks. Don't think that," said Bulma, "you're not alone: you have your family: me, your dad, Bra, Goten. I know it's not the same as a mate, but she's here with you; here with us. You haven't been apart and now that it's happened, you will feel strange and unaccompanied. I understand that: it's happened to me. Pan will get through this: that's what you have to believe. And when you do, you'll be closer than before. You'll find that the lonely feeling will go."
"It just feels weird."
"I know."
"Do you know the worst thing about it all Mum?" asked Trunks turning to face her and unclasping Pan's hand.
Bulma shook her head.
"It's all my fault."
Bulma gasped, "You mustn't think that Trunks!"
"Why not when it's true? I didn't switch off the gravity after the earthquake. I even had time to do it before the ceiling collapsed. It just slipped my mind and because of my stupidity, Pan's here."
"Trunks," began Bulma, "you mustn't blame yourself. Everyone does it, and sometimes it drives them insane! It was a mistake: that's all. Whatever happened, you cannot change. It was fate. I've blamed myself before, and it doesn't do any good. Pan won't blame you for anything when she wakes up."
"If she wakes up," interrupted Trunks. He was looking at Pan.
Bulma didn't answer, knowing that there was a small chance that he could be right. A small chance was as big as any.
"What about you? How are your legs?" asked Bulma.
"Okay. I can feel them and move them," replied Trunks.
Bulma got up and checked Pan's temperature.
"If her body temperature goes below 36°, but a thermal blanket over her," instructed Bulma, knowing her son to stay awake all night. She would have done the same to Vegeta.
Trunks nodded.
"Goodnight Trunks," said Bulma, kissing him on the cheek.
"Goodnight."
She left.
Trunks speculated to himself.
~Why does our bond feel do weird?~
He touched Pan's chest, feeling the steady heartbeat.
~It feels so strange; as if it's distant. Although she's unconscious, the bond should still feel complete. Empty because she's not thinking anything or in this world, but complete. It isn't~ he thought to himself.
~Something's wrong with the bond.~
~*~*~*~*~*~
That's chapter two!!! Please reward the hours it took me to write this with reviews!! You know, the little button down there?
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Ja ne,
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If you are confused.read the prequel!!
AN: PLEASE READ! I made a mistake about the instant transmission! I'm so stupid!! I'm going to sort it out! Thanks for notifying me!
Let Love Be Your Energy...........chapter 2
Last time:
She was bad.
"Pan." he said.
Her spandex had turned a nasty maroon colour where she was bleeding. Her breathing was laboured and Trunks guessed she had broken some ribs. Her arms where bloody and a bone was sticking out of her right lower arm. He picked her up and cradled her in his lap, being careful not to move her too much. He wiped the hair from her face to see her clearly.
All that caught him was a huge bump and gash on the side of her forehead, dripping with blood.
~*~*~
Pan looked at her surroundings. She was in a place that was surreal; dreamlike. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, although it felt somehow familiar. Was this a dream?
It was a dark place. There was a dark black sky, no stars or moon. Around her, she could feel a strange presence; a peculiar atmosphere. It was like something was going to happen, an event that would show her more.
There were dark purple rocks scattered around. It was a world, perhaps a planet. She could feel hundreds of ki's. They were always reducing as if a battle was going on. She could hear screams of pain and terror, telling her that she was right.
She wanted to fly out towards the scene to find out what was happening. She levitated up, but it was different to actual flying. She was more floating in a direction. What she saw made her blood pulsate through her veins, her heart beat at 100 mph.
This was not a battle: this was torture. The inhabitants of this planet were being tortured until their screams were nothing but whispers of regret. Pan floated towards them to try to stop their pain, but she saw what they were. They were saiyans. She did not understand.
She walked right in front of them and they seemed to ignore her presence, as if she was invisible. She called to them. She knew they heard her, but not one battered their eyes to her. This was a place or darkness. She was immobile to any action of aid. She looked down to herself and realised the truth.
She was dressed in white, while everyone else was in black or covered and smothered in darkness. She was an angel: an inhabitant of heaven. And this was hell, where only the very evil and very bloodthirsty saiyans went. She gasped as she looked around. The voices: the screams of terror and pain, seemed louder than before. Pan covered her ears with her hands.
Was she dead? Was she an angel of heaven who had visited hell? No one seemed to acknowledge her presence and it made Pan shake with fear and anticipation. She ran away. And the next thing she knew, she was somewhere different. She now knew she was dreaming.
~*~
She was seven years old again. She smiled at her small form. Pan glanced up to the sky. She was on Vegeta-sei. It had gone back in time. Pan heard someone calling her name. She turned to see her young Mother calling her. She ran towards Videl and hugged her.
"Pan," said Videl, "Daddy's home."
Pan smiled, her eyes lighting up. She was going to see her Father. This what she wanted. She would often dream about her deceased family.
Pan let herself be lifted by her mother. The sun was shining brightly and there was not a cloud in sight. This was like heaven.
~*~
The bright light faded and she was on the top of a high cliff. She recognised it. This was No End Pit. The pit was a deep hole in Vegeta-sei's crust. It stretched down for 100 miles until it supposedly ended in the centre of the planet. No one knew. Once you fell in, the gravity would pull you down, and you wouldn't be able to stop. She was on the edge, her hands outstretched.as if she was about to jump. Pan's eyes widened. She moved back, away from the edge. Nausea filled her head.
Why was she going to jump? Pan looked around. There was not anyone around. She was alone.
What was this dream? All saiyan dreams were past, present, future or what they had always wanted to see or experience. She understood the first two parts of her dream. She had always wondered what hell was like. Little did she know that she had actually experienced it before, but the memory had been erased. The second part was the past. She remembered it. But what was this?
Before she could answer her question, Pan was hit in the back by something, causing her to fall forward. It was a horrible sharp stinging pain.
~*~
In the medical ward of the palace, Pan began to twitch and shake due to the last part of her dream. Trunks tightened his grip on her hand and she calmed down, going back to the land of unconsciousness. Trunks looked at his mate and wondered when she would wake.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kakarott looked down on Vegeta-sei from the high reaches of the saiyan heaven. His son, Gohan, came up behind him.
"Is she going to be okay?" asked Gohan.
"She should be," answered Kakarott, "It was a hard blow."
"I know. And all because of the increased gravity," said Gohan, "She should be dead with a bump on her head that hard. But she is not, luckily. I want her to live her life to the fullest. We have done all we can to help her so far. She's so happy with Trunks."
Kakarott smiled, "A lot has happened to her and she doesn't now the half of it."
"Yeah."
"But there's something wrong though."
Gohan looked at his Father, "What do you mean? You said she'll be okay!"
"No, something different. I am worried about the near future. There is a weird atmosphere surrounding my heart. I can feel it. There is like a disturbance on the planet. A force, a wickedness."
"Whatever it is Dad, they'll get through it."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bulma put the alcohol onto Bra's wound and she hissed.
"Mum, you know I don't like that strong stuff. Why do you have to put it on?"
"In case of infection. You were stabbed Bra," replied Bulma, dabbing a wound on her arm.
Bra hissed again and Goten laughed at her.
"Anyway, you're injury is nothing compared to Pan's," said Bulma.
Both Bra and Goten looked at Bulma. She gasped.
"You mean you don't know?"
"What's happened to my niece?" asked Goten.
"She was training with Trunks in the gravity room when the earthquake hit. Their gravity room is under my main inventory lab. The ceiling collapsed and they were both buried under wreckage. The gravity was still on; the automatic shutdown didn't work. Huge metal beams fell upon them both. The gravity made the metal beams 500 times their normal weight. Trunks' legs were crushed, but he's okay now. Pan's unconscious. She was hit on the head."
Goten put his hands on his head, "Will she be okay?"
"At the moment.we're not sure. The rejuvenation tanks were all broken and it isn't safe to move her now. We have to wait."
"Can we see her Mum?" asked Bra.
"Yes. I'm sure Trunks will let you. He's with her now. You would think that a saiyan would survive a simple earthquake, but the gravity was what changed it all. Trunks can't even lift one of the metal beams easily under that amount of gravity, so three of them on Pan did a lot of damage."
They understood and waited for Bulma to bandage up Bra's wound. They left.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Trunks rubbed his fingers through Pan's ebony hair. He stared at the wound on her head. She had had stitches. The wound was closed and was now just a long red line on the top of her face. The sight of it made Trunks feel queasy: because he was blaming himself.
If only he had switched off the gravity! He put his face into his hands. It was his fault. He had had a chance after the earthquake, but he didn't take it. The thought had slipped his mind. She had been dreaming a little while ago, and Trunks wondered what about. Their bond showed nothing.
He clasped her hand in his and stroked it. He was sitting down on a chair and his legs hurt. His Mum had said that he was lucky they weren't flattened. His stab wound in his foot had been bandaged. Her wounds on her arms had bandages on them too.
He heard a knock on the door, but didn't answer it. Bra poked her head around the corner and was greeted by the sight of Trunks holding Pan's hand that was on the bed.
"Trunks, can we come in?"
He didn't turn around, but nodded. Bra opened the door and Goten followed. He saw his niece and sighed. Bra grabbed a chair and sat down next to her brother. Goten went around the bed and sat down on the other side. Bra saw the worried expression on Trunks' face. She rubbed his arm.
"Don't worry Trunks. She'll get through it," she said.
Trunks looked at her and smiled, "Thanks Bra.it's just that.I'm anxious for her to wake up. Then at least I know she'll be okay or has a better chance."
"How long has it been since the earthquake?" asked Goten, looking at Pan.
"Four hours," said Trunks. He looked at the clock. It read 11pm.
Goten was looking at her wound.
"Were you hurt?" asked Trunks.
Goten shook his head, "No, but Bra was. She got a steel pipe through her arm."
"Yeah," replied Bra, showing Trunks the bandage, "I heard you hurt your legs."
Trunks nodded, "It was difficult to lift the metal bar off my legs."
He turned to Pan and swept stray hair away from her face.
"Has she had any signs of waking up?" asked Goten.
"She was dreaming a while ago. She was moving around. I thought she was going to wake, but nothing so far apart from that."
Goten and Bra looked back at Pan. She was breathing slowly. They stayed for a while longer and then left. As soon as Bra was out of the door, tears began to fall from her sapphire eyes.
"Hey, Bra," said Goten, "Shhh. It'll be okay. Stay strong."
He pulled her into his arms where her tears were soaked up into his spandex.
"It's just.seeing her like that makes me realise how lucky I am. I'm just expecting the worst, that's all," cried Bra.
Goten hugged her tightly. He was worried too.
Trunks could hear her crying. He closed his eyes and opened them again. He wished she would just wake up.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bulma had finished tending to all the hurt in the palace and decided to go to her son. She knew what he was going through. When she had first mated with Vegeta, he had gone into battle with Frieza and had come back with massive injuries. He had been told that he was going to die.
Bulma had cried and cried, wishing him to recover. It was a pain inside, their bond breaking painfully. She had never wanted to feel that pain again after he had recovered. He had become a Super Saiyan after that and defeated Frieza.
Bulma knocked on the door and heard no response. She poked her head around and walked in. She closed the door and sat down where Bra had sat. Trunks' face was expressionless but Bulma knew he was in pain.
"How are you feeling Trunks?" she asked.
Trunks turned to her, his face solemn, "I want her to wake up."
Bulma sighed and put her hand on his shoulder, "I know you do sweetie, but you and I both know that we have to wait."
"And that's the worst part."
Bulma touched Pan's stitches before checking her pulse rate and blood pressure on the computer. She turned back to Trunks, who was clasping her hand in his.
"It seems like forever, doesn't it?" asked Bulma.
Trunks nodded, "Since we became mates, we haven't been apart. And now that it's happened, I feel as if I'm alone and deserted."
"No, no, no Trunks. Don't think that," said Bulma, "you're not alone: you have your family: me, your dad, Bra, Goten. I know it's not the same as a mate, but she's here with you; here with us. You haven't been apart and now that it's happened, you will feel strange and unaccompanied. I understand that: it's happened to me. Pan will get through this: that's what you have to believe. And when you do, you'll be closer than before. You'll find that the lonely feeling will go."
"It just feels weird."
"I know."
"Do you know the worst thing about it all Mum?" asked Trunks turning to face her and unclasping Pan's hand.
Bulma shook her head.
"It's all my fault."
Bulma gasped, "You mustn't think that Trunks!"
"Why not when it's true? I didn't switch off the gravity after the earthquake. I even had time to do it before the ceiling collapsed. It just slipped my mind and because of my stupidity, Pan's here."
"Trunks," began Bulma, "you mustn't blame yourself. Everyone does it, and sometimes it drives them insane! It was a mistake: that's all. Whatever happened, you cannot change. It was fate. I've blamed myself before, and it doesn't do any good. Pan won't blame you for anything when she wakes up."
"If she wakes up," interrupted Trunks. He was looking at Pan.
Bulma didn't answer, knowing that there was a small chance that he could be right. A small chance was as big as any.
"What about you? How are your legs?" asked Bulma.
"Okay. I can feel them and move them," replied Trunks.
Bulma got up and checked Pan's temperature.
"If her body temperature goes below 36°, but a thermal blanket over her," instructed Bulma, knowing her son to stay awake all night. She would have done the same to Vegeta.
Trunks nodded.
"Goodnight Trunks," said Bulma, kissing him on the cheek.
"Goodnight."
She left.
Trunks speculated to himself.
~Why does our bond feel do weird?~
He touched Pan's chest, feeling the steady heartbeat.
~It feels so strange; as if it's distant. Although she's unconscious, the bond should still feel complete. Empty because she's not thinking anything or in this world, but complete. It isn't~ he thought to himself.
~Something's wrong with the bond.~
~*~*~*~*~*~
That's chapter two!!! Please reward the hours it took me to write this with reviews!! You know, the little button down there?
Email me! dragon_agility@yahoo.co.uk
Half term at last! A week off school!!! Yahoo!! But my teachers have given me sooooooooooo much homework: History essay, Science investigation, Italian writing a dialogue and English: Twelfth Night (I have my SAT's in May..)
Ja ne,
dragon agility
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