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One last time: If you are confused.read the prequel!!!
Let Love be Your Energy.................chapter 3
Last Time:
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.~
~*~*~
Bulma entered the medical room and gazed at her son and second daughter. They were both asleep. Trunks was still sitting on the chair, his head resting on Pan's leg. She felt sorry for her son. She closed the door quietly and walked softly to the computer to avoid waking them up. She checked Pan's vital statistics and smiled. She was better than yesterday. Trunks had covered her in the blanket during the night. The stitches on her head were beginning to dissolve. It looked much better now it was healing. Her broken ribs had healed and so was her arm, although she would be a bit stiff for a few days.
Bulma gently shook Trunks awake. He yawned and turned to his Mother.
"What?" he asked.
"It's morning. You look a state," said Bulma referring to his messy hair.
"I don't care," he answered, looking at Pan. Bulma poured him some water.
"Drink."
"I'm not thirsty."
Bulma thrust the cup into his hand, "Drink."
Trunks did as he was told and drank it down in one gulp. Bulma gave him a chimwa (type of fruit) and he ate it.
"Pan's better. I think she'll wake up," said Bulma.
Trunks smiled at her.
"Mum," he asked, "if she wakes up, do I call you?"
"No; only if something's wrong. I know you'll want to talk and have time alone. Then you can call me."
"Thanks Mum."
"No problem."
She left Trunks and he looked back at Pan. She was always peaceful when she slept; always calm. She looked so beautiful: her gentle features and complexion. No one could ever beat her. He remembered the first time he had seen her; how his eyes had bulged out of his sockets.
~*~*~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~
Trunks wheeled around to look at the spot where the voice was. He met with Pan. First he looked at her feet and trailed his super saiyan eyes upwards. He admired her boots and her slender yet muscular legs. He saw that she was wearing black spandex shorts. Her tank top was quite short for her so it showed her flat stomach. He saw that she had a black symmetrical tattoo that looked like flames on either side of her belly button which showed that her family were of the first class and that she had relatives who were in the elite forces. Her tail was wrapped around her waist.
He continued his thorough check of her, his eyes lingering on the top of her chest for a while and then up to her face. The orange bandanna caught his eyes first and then he admired her face. Her delicate features and her smile. Then he looked into her raven eyes and was locked into them.
Something passed between the depths of Pan's raven eyes and the Prince's azure eyes, but it was over in a fraction of a second when Pan averted his gaze.
~She must be my new worker, Pan Son. She's beautiful; really beautiful. I can't believe my luck that my worker is someone who is both smart, powerful and incredibly good looking~
~*~*~*~*~FLASHFORWARD~*~*~*~*~
Trunks smiled at the memory. He remembered what he had felt last night. Something had been wrong with the bond. He couldn't place it or describe it. It was a feeling that he had never felt before. What he couldn't describe, was like four people on our Earth, I could say. Four people who were born without the gene of fear. They have no fear, they didn't now what it was. And when shown pictures of people with fearful expressions on their faces, they didn't know what they were feeling. They all said they looked a cross between happy and shocked. That was what Trunks was feeling. He didn't know what it was.
Trunks clasped Pan's warm hand in his. Her skin was dry. He hoped his Mother was right: that she would wake soon.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Videl laid back into the arms of Gohan. He had just told her that Kakarott had felt something eerie over Vegeta-sei. It was a feeling that he couldn't decipher except for the word wickedness and a force. It was a bad sign. Kakarott had something in him that other saiyans did not. It was something that told him when something wasn't right or when something was going to happen. And that was what he was feeling.
Kakarott's gift had never been wrong. It wasn't a gift of seeing the future like his Father, but of something happening. He had used it to guide the saiyans into the War with Frieza at the right time. It was never wrong.
Kakarott looked down on the planet. The strange presence was worse. It was getting stronger and stronger. He only hoped that someone would realise or find something wrong so that the saiyans would deal with it before it was too late. He couldn't go down to Vegeta-sei anymore. Not for another two years. He had been there to often one year ago. And he had to follow the rules. He could only imagine what would happen if anything did.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pan scrunched her eyes together before she opened them. She closed her black eyes as strong light hit them. She opened them slowly again, letting her eyes adjust to the brightness of the room. At first everything was a blur. Now she could see. She saw a white ceiling with a light hanging down. She looked further up and saw a large headboard. She realised she was on a bed. She looked to her left and saw pictures on the wall. Her neck felt stiff and there was a slight pain in her chest when she breathed. She touched her head and felt something.
There was a cut that had been stitched. It was bumpy and rough. She realised she was in a hospital. That was when she felt someone was holding her hand. Someone with incredibly soft hands.
Trunks had seen her scrunch her eyes and wake. His heart had jolted when she had woken up. She had subconsciously squeezed his hand, alerting him of her presence when he had been looking at the floor. He watched as she adjusted her eyes to the light that poured in through the window. She looked at the ceiling and then to the wall opposite him. And then she turned to face Trunks.
Pan turned to face who was holding her hand and a look of shock crossed her features for a split second. It was replaced by a look of wonder. It was Trunks; Prince Trunks. She looked at his features. His lips and his stern features that made him look strong and courageous. And his eyes. Oh his eyes! They were so like sapphires! They shone out of his face as if they were a light. They were laced with concern.
But why?
She understood she was in a hospital, but why was he holding her hand? Was she important or something?
Pan sat up, light pain shooting down her back. Trunks squeezed her hand tighter.
"You're going to hurt yourself. Lie down, Pan," said Trunks softly. He knew she was in wonder about what she was doing here.
Pan put her hand to her pounding head and then relaxed.
She turned to Trunks' gaze.
"Why are you here with me Prince Trunks?" she asked.
Trunks' eyes went to a look of shock and then to a look of confusion. His heart was racing: getting faster and faster.
"Calm down Pan. Lie down, you're in pain."
"How do you know my name?" she asked.
Trunks couldn't answer. What was up? Was she joking around with him? No, she'd never do that.
"What's wrong with you Panny?" he asked, tucking a stray bit of her hair behind her ear.
Pan repelled back, "How do you know that name too?"
Trunks didn't answer.
"What am I doing here in hospital? Where's Grandma Chi-Chi? Did you bring me here? Why are you here?"
The words cut Trunks deep and he began to realise what was happening. The reason why he felt the strangeness in their bond. Why she was asking all of these questions: She didn't remember. Trunks began to panic.
"Why are you here?" he asked her.
Pan took her hand out of his, "I already answered that. I don't know."
"Don't you remember the Earthquake?" asked Trunks, moving closer to her, his breathing quickening.
"What earthquake?"
Trunks sat back down on his chair and looked down at his lap. His arms were hung loosely at his side. If Pan could see his face. His eyes were wide open. His mouth was open, his breathing slow and almost painful. He began to shake all over, pain radiating in his heart. He lifted his face to meet Pan. Their eyes joined, but no spark seemed to light up in hers.
"Who am I?" he asked, his pupils moving frantically searching for an answer.
She looked at him hard before answering, "My Prince."
"No," he answered trying again, "Who am I to you?"
She answered pure and simple, "Prince Trunks."
The answer hit him full force. And nothing was worse. She had amnesia. A loss of memory. Trunks put his face into his hands shaking his head. He was building up his emotions. He looked up at Pan with tearful eyes, but no water ran down his face. He swallowed.
"Who are you?" he asked, his throat tightening.
Pan looked at his state. Had she answered wrong? Why was he so sad? She didn't understand.
"I'm Pan Son, daughter of deceased Gohan. My Mother Videl is alive and well at home with my Grandmother Chi-Chi. My Uncle Goten studies at school."
Trunks got up and turned away from her. He had to see his mother. She had to know. As far as Trunks knew, the cure was amnesia was nothing. There wasn't a cure. The person with amnesia just had to remember, sometimes with dire and extreme consequences. She still thought that her mother was alive. She had committed suicide a little over a year ago. When she found out, she would breakdown. Maybe his mother knew how to help. He turned to Pan.
"I'm calling my mother to come up here and tend to you," he said without emotion in his voice.
"No!" she said, getting up, "I'm going home."
"You can't," replied Trunks, flying over the bed to where she was, "You must stay here. You're still injured."
"I'm fine Prince," she stressed, "Please move so I can go."
"I.I can't," said Trunks looking into her eyes.
Pan pushed past him and was about to fly out of the window when Trunks grabbed her hand. She turned towards him, anger evident in her eyes.
"Let me go," she said.
"No." Trunks grabbed her by the shoulders. She struggled against him and tried to prise his fingers off her. Pan started to feel scared. Was he going to beat her because she had said or done something wrong to the Royalty? She had to get away.
"Get off!" she cried.
Trunks didn't like what he was doing to her, but she couldn't go. He wouldn't let her. He loved her.
"I have rights! You're hurting me!" she said.
Trunks had a feeling of pain when she said that. He tried to make her relax, "Calm down."
Pan struggled increasingly so Trunks only had one option:
"I'm sorry."
He took one of his hands off her shoulder and she looked at him amazingly. With the speed of light, Trunks had hit the back of her neck, sending her unconscious again. He caught her before she hit the floor and looked at her face. Her features were relaxed and there wasn't a sound except for their breathing.
Trunk sat down and placed her on his lap. He pulled her spandex away from her neck and looked at her bite mark. It was still there and looking as it always had been. But inside was a different story. One solitary tear fell down his cheek, landing on Pan's forehead. Trunks kissed her gently and lovingly on the forehead, kissing the tear away; and then on her lips.
It could be the last kiss he gave her for a long time.
~*~*~*~*~
This took me ages to write again! Please review for my efforts. It's ten to midnight and I'm tired. Time to go to bed....oh, please review or flame or whatever....zzzzzzzzzzzz.....zzzzzzzzzzzzz.....zzzzzzzzzzzz
Ja ne,
dragon agility..sleepy head girl.zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz(~_~)
One last time: If you are confused.read the prequel!!!
Let Love be Your Energy.................chapter 3
Last Time:
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.~
~*~*~
Bulma entered the medical room and gazed at her son and second daughter. They were both asleep. Trunks was still sitting on the chair, his head resting on Pan's leg. She felt sorry for her son. She closed the door quietly and walked softly to the computer to avoid waking them up. She checked Pan's vital statistics and smiled. She was better than yesterday. Trunks had covered her in the blanket during the night. The stitches on her head were beginning to dissolve. It looked much better now it was healing. Her broken ribs had healed and so was her arm, although she would be a bit stiff for a few days.
Bulma gently shook Trunks awake. He yawned and turned to his Mother.
"What?" he asked.
"It's morning. You look a state," said Bulma referring to his messy hair.
"I don't care," he answered, looking at Pan. Bulma poured him some water.
"Drink."
"I'm not thirsty."
Bulma thrust the cup into his hand, "Drink."
Trunks did as he was told and drank it down in one gulp. Bulma gave him a chimwa (type of fruit) and he ate it.
"Pan's better. I think she'll wake up," said Bulma.
Trunks smiled at her.
"Mum," he asked, "if she wakes up, do I call you?"
"No; only if something's wrong. I know you'll want to talk and have time alone. Then you can call me."
"Thanks Mum."
"No problem."
She left Trunks and he looked back at Pan. She was always peaceful when she slept; always calm. She looked so beautiful: her gentle features and complexion. No one could ever beat her. He remembered the first time he had seen her; how his eyes had bulged out of his sockets.
~*~*~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~
Trunks wheeled around to look at the spot where the voice was. He met with Pan. First he looked at her feet and trailed his super saiyan eyes upwards. He admired her boots and her slender yet muscular legs. He saw that she was wearing black spandex shorts. Her tank top was quite short for her so it showed her flat stomach. He saw that she had a black symmetrical tattoo that looked like flames on either side of her belly button which showed that her family were of the first class and that she had relatives who were in the elite forces. Her tail was wrapped around her waist.
He continued his thorough check of her, his eyes lingering on the top of her chest for a while and then up to her face. The orange bandanna caught his eyes first and then he admired her face. Her delicate features and her smile. Then he looked into her raven eyes and was locked into them.
Something passed between the depths of Pan's raven eyes and the Prince's azure eyes, but it was over in a fraction of a second when Pan averted his gaze.
~She must be my new worker, Pan Son. She's beautiful; really beautiful. I can't believe my luck that my worker is someone who is both smart, powerful and incredibly good looking~
~*~*~*~*~FLASHFORWARD~*~*~*~*~
Trunks smiled at the memory. He remembered what he had felt last night. Something had been wrong with the bond. He couldn't place it or describe it. It was a feeling that he had never felt before. What he couldn't describe, was like four people on our Earth, I could say. Four people who were born without the gene of fear. They have no fear, they didn't now what it was. And when shown pictures of people with fearful expressions on their faces, they didn't know what they were feeling. They all said they looked a cross between happy and shocked. That was what Trunks was feeling. He didn't know what it was.
Trunks clasped Pan's warm hand in his. Her skin was dry. He hoped his Mother was right: that she would wake soon.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Videl laid back into the arms of Gohan. He had just told her that Kakarott had felt something eerie over Vegeta-sei. It was a feeling that he couldn't decipher except for the word wickedness and a force. It was a bad sign. Kakarott had something in him that other saiyans did not. It was something that told him when something wasn't right or when something was going to happen. And that was what he was feeling.
Kakarott's gift had never been wrong. It wasn't a gift of seeing the future like his Father, but of something happening. He had used it to guide the saiyans into the War with Frieza at the right time. It was never wrong.
Kakarott looked down on the planet. The strange presence was worse. It was getting stronger and stronger. He only hoped that someone would realise or find something wrong so that the saiyans would deal with it before it was too late. He couldn't go down to Vegeta-sei anymore. Not for another two years. He had been there to often one year ago. And he had to follow the rules. He could only imagine what would happen if anything did.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pan scrunched her eyes together before she opened them. She closed her black eyes as strong light hit them. She opened them slowly again, letting her eyes adjust to the brightness of the room. At first everything was a blur. Now she could see. She saw a white ceiling with a light hanging down. She looked further up and saw a large headboard. She realised she was on a bed. She looked to her left and saw pictures on the wall. Her neck felt stiff and there was a slight pain in her chest when she breathed. She touched her head and felt something.
There was a cut that had been stitched. It was bumpy and rough. She realised she was in a hospital. That was when she felt someone was holding her hand. Someone with incredibly soft hands.
Trunks had seen her scrunch her eyes and wake. His heart had jolted when she had woken up. She had subconsciously squeezed his hand, alerting him of her presence when he had been looking at the floor. He watched as she adjusted her eyes to the light that poured in through the window. She looked at the ceiling and then to the wall opposite him. And then she turned to face Trunks.
Pan turned to face who was holding her hand and a look of shock crossed her features for a split second. It was replaced by a look of wonder. It was Trunks; Prince Trunks. She looked at his features. His lips and his stern features that made him look strong and courageous. And his eyes. Oh his eyes! They were so like sapphires! They shone out of his face as if they were a light. They were laced with concern.
But why?
She understood she was in a hospital, but why was he holding her hand? Was she important or something?
Pan sat up, light pain shooting down her back. Trunks squeezed her hand tighter.
"You're going to hurt yourself. Lie down, Pan," said Trunks softly. He knew she was in wonder about what she was doing here.
Pan put her hand to her pounding head and then relaxed.
She turned to Trunks' gaze.
"Why are you here with me Prince Trunks?" she asked.
Trunks' eyes went to a look of shock and then to a look of confusion. His heart was racing: getting faster and faster.
"Calm down Pan. Lie down, you're in pain."
"How do you know my name?" she asked.
Trunks couldn't answer. What was up? Was she joking around with him? No, she'd never do that.
"What's wrong with you Panny?" he asked, tucking a stray bit of her hair behind her ear.
Pan repelled back, "How do you know that name too?"
Trunks didn't answer.
"What am I doing here in hospital? Where's Grandma Chi-Chi? Did you bring me here? Why are you here?"
The words cut Trunks deep and he began to realise what was happening. The reason why he felt the strangeness in their bond. Why she was asking all of these questions: She didn't remember. Trunks began to panic.
"Why are you here?" he asked her.
Pan took her hand out of his, "I already answered that. I don't know."
"Don't you remember the Earthquake?" asked Trunks, moving closer to her, his breathing quickening.
"What earthquake?"
Trunks sat back down on his chair and looked down at his lap. His arms were hung loosely at his side. If Pan could see his face. His eyes were wide open. His mouth was open, his breathing slow and almost painful. He began to shake all over, pain radiating in his heart. He lifted his face to meet Pan. Their eyes joined, but no spark seemed to light up in hers.
"Who am I?" he asked, his pupils moving frantically searching for an answer.
She looked at him hard before answering, "My Prince."
"No," he answered trying again, "Who am I to you?"
She answered pure and simple, "Prince Trunks."
The answer hit him full force. And nothing was worse. She had amnesia. A loss of memory. Trunks put his face into his hands shaking his head. He was building up his emotions. He looked up at Pan with tearful eyes, but no water ran down his face. He swallowed.
"Who are you?" he asked, his throat tightening.
Pan looked at his state. Had she answered wrong? Why was he so sad? She didn't understand.
"I'm Pan Son, daughter of deceased Gohan. My Mother Videl is alive and well at home with my Grandmother Chi-Chi. My Uncle Goten studies at school."
Trunks got up and turned away from her. He had to see his mother. She had to know. As far as Trunks knew, the cure was amnesia was nothing. There wasn't a cure. The person with amnesia just had to remember, sometimes with dire and extreme consequences. She still thought that her mother was alive. She had committed suicide a little over a year ago. When she found out, she would breakdown. Maybe his mother knew how to help. He turned to Pan.
"I'm calling my mother to come up here and tend to you," he said without emotion in his voice.
"No!" she said, getting up, "I'm going home."
"You can't," replied Trunks, flying over the bed to where she was, "You must stay here. You're still injured."
"I'm fine Prince," she stressed, "Please move so I can go."
"I.I can't," said Trunks looking into her eyes.
Pan pushed past him and was about to fly out of the window when Trunks grabbed her hand. She turned towards him, anger evident in her eyes.
"Let me go," she said.
"No." Trunks grabbed her by the shoulders. She struggled against him and tried to prise his fingers off her. Pan started to feel scared. Was he going to beat her because she had said or done something wrong to the Royalty? She had to get away.
"Get off!" she cried.
Trunks didn't like what he was doing to her, but she couldn't go. He wouldn't let her. He loved her.
"I have rights! You're hurting me!" she said.
Trunks had a feeling of pain when she said that. He tried to make her relax, "Calm down."
Pan struggled increasingly so Trunks only had one option:
"I'm sorry."
He took one of his hands off her shoulder and she looked at him amazingly. With the speed of light, Trunks had hit the back of her neck, sending her unconscious again. He caught her before she hit the floor and looked at her face. Her features were relaxed and there wasn't a sound except for their breathing.
Trunk sat down and placed her on his lap. He pulled her spandex away from her neck and looked at her bite mark. It was still there and looking as it always had been. But inside was a different story. One solitary tear fell down his cheek, landing on Pan's forehead. Trunks kissed her gently and lovingly on the forehead, kissing the tear away; and then on her lips.
It could be the last kiss he gave her for a long time.
~*~*~*~*~
This took me ages to write again! Please review for my efforts. It's ten to midnight and I'm tired. Time to go to bed....oh, please review or flame or whatever....zzzzzzzzzzzz.....zzzzzzzzzzzzz.....zzzzzzzzzzzz
Ja ne,
dragon agility..sleepy head girl.zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz(~_~)