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NOTE: PAN THINKS HER MOTHER IS ALIVE, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT SHE WANTS TO KILL TRUNKS AGAIN. THAT WAS ERASED FROM HER MEMORY, BUT HER MOTHER BEING DEAD WAS NOT!
Let Love Be Your Energy................chapter 4
Last time:
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.
~*~*~
Trunks stared at the wall. It hadn't interested him before. In fact, he had never stared at this wall before. It was plain and simple. Cream with a royal blue line on the top of the wall where the wall met the ceiling. The whole room had this. As he stared at the blue line, it seemed to dissolve into the white creating an effect of brightness turning into darkness. Baby blue to sky blue to blue to royal blue. A wave of nausea hit Trunks with the force of a stampede. He looked away. It was too much for him; he needed to get away. He looked down at his precious bundle he was holding.
Pan was unconscious against him, her right ear on his chest by his heart. Her arms were hanging lazily down by her side and her hair was across her shoulders. Her chest was rising with her gentle breathing. The stitches on her head seemed as bad as ever: a dark blue and purple bruise had appeared, giving the appearance of a hefty blow. But her features were relaxed, unlike before.
~*~*~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~
"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."
~*~*~*~*~FLASHFORWARD~*~*~*~*~
She had not understood. She did not know where she was. She was scared; and he didn't blame her. She had forgotten who he truly was to her. And it hurt: it hurt so much. More than a battle wound, more than a spar, more than being crushed. It was pain that you couldn't describe. Maybe like a dull ache inside, increasing slowly and dramatically. One thought about the cause and a sharp pain would stab him through the heart, a torture of sorrow and grief. He wanted to cry: he had never been apart from Pan before. But this wasn't apart, like if he had to go to battle. This was utter separation. But he wouldn't cry yet: he had pride and he believed nothing was over until it was over.
Trunks picked up a receiver and dialled his Mother's number. Her voice replied. He quickly told her to come and he hung up without giving her a second to reply.
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Bulma opened the door and entered the room. Trunks didn't seem to acknowledge her presence.
"Why are you holding her? Is something wrong?" she asked.
Trunks looked up and made eye contact with his Mother. His eyes were filled with guilt and sorrow.
"She woke up. I knocked her out.again."
Bulma gasped. She grabbed a chair and put it in front of Trunks, sitting on it.
"Why did you do that? You've probably made her worse, Trunks! What were you thinking?" she shrieked.
".I had no choice."
"What do you mean? If she was hyperventilating or something you should have called me!"
Trunks' eyes flashed with anger, "You don't understand!"
Bulma shut her mouth at his sudden outburst. She watched as he ran his fingers through her hair, touching her stitches.
"Mum, she.. She doesn't know who I am. She woke up and she called me the Prince. She doesn't remember the earthquake and she thinks that Videl is alive! She..to her, I'm just the Prince; not her mate. She's got amnesia."
Bulma gasped.
"She was going to fly out of the window. I did what I had to do: to stop her. There must be something we can do.I know there is!"
Bulma's face was solemn. She got up shakily and picked up Pan from her son. She placed her on the bed and examined her. She turned to Trunks and sighed.
Putting her hand on her shoulder, she began, "Are you sure she doesn't remember?"
"It hurts Mum, it hurts so much."
"Trunks.amnesia isn't something that I can treat; or anyone can treat overnight. It isn't treatable like an illness. Amnesia is the loss of memory and the only cure for it is to remember. I'm not Pan, so I can't help. She will remember: she has a strong heart and your love is very passionate. It will just take time. Some patients of amnesia don't remember at all: their life span isn't long enough. You must understand this."
Trunks looked at Pan and clasped her hand with his. She was warm.
"It's going to be difficult Trunks. You just can't go up to her and say 'hey, I'm your mate: come with me', you have to have self-control. You are going to be in pain.a lot of pain. However, you must always look to the future, to the bright side of it. When she does remember, you'll be even closer to her. The waiting is what will make it harder. A saiyan bond can withstand certain elements but when one person ignores it or doesn't know of its presence, there will be consequences. You will suffer from bond withdrawal. The symptoms are tiredness, loss of weight, feeling solemn all the time and wanting."
"Can I go mad?" he asked.
"That is a myth. You can't go mad. Saiyans die though. They kill themselves to relieve themselves of the pain brought by the bond withdrawal. Just remember that she'll kiss you and love you again and you'll be fine."
"I will never give up until I know it's over," he said, "I love her so much."
Bulma pulled her son into a hug, "I know you do sweetie. I know. I'll help you as much as I can, but we can't control her life. If she decides to leave, we have to let her go. But not until I've run some tests."
Trunks nodded and looked at Pan.
Trunks smiled at his Mother. What would he do without her?
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Bulma went to find Vegeta to tell him the bad news. She couldn't tell him through their bond, it was something that had to be said freely. But she bumped into Bra and Goten first and knew what her duty was.
"How's Pan?" asked Bra.
Bulma's expression was sad, "Come with me."
Bra gasped and followed her Mother into a room. Goten searched for Pan's ki and found it. She wasn't dead but something about Bulma's expression told him that something was wrong.
"What's wrong Mum?" asked Bra.
"Something's happened."
"What?" asked Goten, holding Bra's hand.
Bulma took a deep breath, "She woke up early this morning, but Trunks had to knock her out again. You see, she's got amnesia." Goten and Bra gasped.
"How?" asked Goten.
"The bump to her head was hard and she's had severe memory loss. We know she knows who she is. She knows who Chi-Chi is, but she thinks that Videl is alive. She doesn't remember the earthquake.and she doesn't remember Trunks. She knows he's the Prince, but is unaware of him being her mate. Trunks is taking it bad, I can tell. He's trying to keep a straight face but he's burning up inside."
Bra looked to the floor and Goten looked at Bulma.
"Does she remember me?"
"She probably does if she knows your Mum, but I fell so sorry for Trunks right now."
Bar lifted her head and tears were flowing down her face, "Poor Trunks."
She sobbed into Goten's chest and he hugged her, Bulma smiled at Goten and left. They deserved to be alone.
"Pan." she cried. Her tears were a sign of just how bad the situation was.
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Trunks got up from his position on the bed and stretched. His legs still hurt from the Earthquake. He peered down at his legs and saw that his spandex was stained with blood. He had to change his bandages. Trunks gazed at Pan and his eyes fell on her medallion. All members of the Royal Family had to wear medallions to show their importance. Her silver medallion caught the sunlight, shining the light to his face. He slowly took it off her head, trying to be careful to not wake her up. He put it on the table that was on the side of the bed.
If you couldn't tell a person directly who they were, then finding a Royal medallion on their head would be a shock. He would give it back to her when she remembered. And he hoped it was soon.
He opened the door and took one last look at her before closing it. He set off down the hallway to see the doctors.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pan opened her eyes for the second time to this strange place. She sat up fast in regret, as pain rushed through her head. It was like a splitting headache but worse. She glanced around the room before she remembered the recent events.
~That bastard~ she thought to herself as she hopped out of the bed.
She touched the back of her neck where he had hit her.
Who was he to do that to her?
Then again, he was the Prince.and cute too. She giggled, but her face turned into a frown. Good looks could be a façade to the underneath. Prince Trunks had hit her, demanding her to stay put.
Why did she have to stay here anyway?
She was fine. The 'earthquake' was over. She stretched and looked at herself in the mirror. She gasped at the size of her bump and cut down her head. It had been stitched and she hoped that it wouldn't scar.
Sunlight caught her face and Pan smiled evilly. The jerk had gone so she could go. She had her own free will. Pan opened the window and smiled at the scenery. It was beautiful from this high up. She had never set foot in the palace before but she knew she liked it. She closed her eyes and concentrated when pain struck her on her neck.
Pan growled and pulled down the neck of her bloody spandex. She half smiled and half gasped. There was a bite mark.
"Leonardo." she whispered before flying out of the window
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Trunks opened the door to nothing. He swore aloud before bolting to the open window. There wasn't a sign of her in the sky. He searched for her ki and found it on the outskirts of the Great City. Why hadn't he been logged onto it to make sure she was okay? He growled. She was gone, and his Mother said that if she decided to go they had to let her.
But his mother still had to run tests on her. He had to find her.
His emotions were slowly building up.
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NOTE: PAN THINKS HER MOTHER IS ALIVE, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT SHE WANTS TO KILL TRUNKS AGAIN. THAT WAS ERASED FROM HER MEMORY, BUT HER MOTHER BEING DEAD WAS NOT!
Let Love Be Your Energy................chapter 4
Last time:
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.
~*~*~
Trunks stared at the wall. It hadn't interested him before. In fact, he had never stared at this wall before. It was plain and simple. Cream with a royal blue line on the top of the wall where the wall met the ceiling. The whole room had this. As he stared at the blue line, it seemed to dissolve into the white creating an effect of brightness turning into darkness. Baby blue to sky blue to blue to royal blue. A wave of nausea hit Trunks with the force of a stampede. He looked away. It was too much for him; he needed to get away. He looked down at his precious bundle he was holding.
Pan was unconscious against him, her right ear on his chest by his heart. Her arms were hanging lazily down by her side and her hair was across her shoulders. Her chest was rising with her gentle breathing. The stitches on her head seemed as bad as ever: a dark blue and purple bruise had appeared, giving the appearance of a hefty blow. But her features were relaxed, unlike before.
~*~*~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~
"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."
~*~*~*~*~FLASHFORWARD~*~*~*~*~
She had not understood. She did not know where she was. She was scared; and he didn't blame her. She had forgotten who he truly was to her. And it hurt: it hurt so much. More than a battle wound, more than a spar, more than being crushed. It was pain that you couldn't describe. Maybe like a dull ache inside, increasing slowly and dramatically. One thought about the cause and a sharp pain would stab him through the heart, a torture of sorrow and grief. He wanted to cry: he had never been apart from Pan before. But this wasn't apart, like if he had to go to battle. This was utter separation. But he wouldn't cry yet: he had pride and he believed nothing was over until it was over.
Trunks picked up a receiver and dialled his Mother's number. Her voice replied. He quickly told her to come and he hung up without giving her a second to reply.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bulma opened the door and entered the room. Trunks didn't seem to acknowledge her presence.
"Why are you holding her? Is something wrong?" she asked.
Trunks looked up and made eye contact with his Mother. His eyes were filled with guilt and sorrow.
"She woke up. I knocked her out.again."
Bulma gasped. She grabbed a chair and put it in front of Trunks, sitting on it.
"Why did you do that? You've probably made her worse, Trunks! What were you thinking?" she shrieked.
".I had no choice."
"What do you mean? If she was hyperventilating or something you should have called me!"
Trunks' eyes flashed with anger, "You don't understand!"
Bulma shut her mouth at his sudden outburst. She watched as he ran his fingers through her hair, touching her stitches.
"Mum, she.. She doesn't know who I am. She woke up and she called me the Prince. She doesn't remember the earthquake and she thinks that Videl is alive! She..to her, I'm just the Prince; not her mate. She's got amnesia."
Bulma gasped.
"She was going to fly out of the window. I did what I had to do: to stop her. There must be something we can do.I know there is!"
Bulma's face was solemn. She got up shakily and picked up Pan from her son. She placed her on the bed and examined her. She turned to Trunks and sighed.
Putting her hand on her shoulder, she began, "Are you sure she doesn't remember?"
"It hurts Mum, it hurts so much."
"Trunks.amnesia isn't something that I can treat; or anyone can treat overnight. It isn't treatable like an illness. Amnesia is the loss of memory and the only cure for it is to remember. I'm not Pan, so I can't help. She will remember: she has a strong heart and your love is very passionate. It will just take time. Some patients of amnesia don't remember at all: their life span isn't long enough. You must understand this."
Trunks looked at Pan and clasped her hand with his. She was warm.
"It's going to be difficult Trunks. You just can't go up to her and say 'hey, I'm your mate: come with me', you have to have self-control. You are going to be in pain.a lot of pain. However, you must always look to the future, to the bright side of it. When she does remember, you'll be even closer to her. The waiting is what will make it harder. A saiyan bond can withstand certain elements but when one person ignores it or doesn't know of its presence, there will be consequences. You will suffer from bond withdrawal. The symptoms are tiredness, loss of weight, feeling solemn all the time and wanting."
"Can I go mad?" he asked.
"That is a myth. You can't go mad. Saiyans die though. They kill themselves to relieve themselves of the pain brought by the bond withdrawal. Just remember that she'll kiss you and love you again and you'll be fine."
"I will never give up until I know it's over," he said, "I love her so much."
Bulma pulled her son into a hug, "I know you do sweetie. I know. I'll help you as much as I can, but we can't control her life. If she decides to leave, we have to let her go. But not until I've run some tests."
Trunks nodded and looked at Pan.
Trunks smiled at his Mother. What would he do without her?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bulma went to find Vegeta to tell him the bad news. She couldn't tell him through their bond, it was something that had to be said freely. But she bumped into Bra and Goten first and knew what her duty was.
"How's Pan?" asked Bra.
Bulma's expression was sad, "Come with me."
Bra gasped and followed her Mother into a room. Goten searched for Pan's ki and found it. She wasn't dead but something about Bulma's expression told him that something was wrong.
"What's wrong Mum?" asked Bra.
"Something's happened."
"What?" asked Goten, holding Bra's hand.
Bulma took a deep breath, "She woke up early this morning, but Trunks had to knock her out again. You see, she's got amnesia." Goten and Bra gasped.
"How?" asked Goten.
"The bump to her head was hard and she's had severe memory loss. We know she knows who she is. She knows who Chi-Chi is, but she thinks that Videl is alive. She doesn't remember the earthquake.and she doesn't remember Trunks. She knows he's the Prince, but is unaware of him being her mate. Trunks is taking it bad, I can tell. He's trying to keep a straight face but he's burning up inside."
Bra looked to the floor and Goten looked at Bulma.
"Does she remember me?"
"She probably does if she knows your Mum, but I fell so sorry for Trunks right now."
Bar lifted her head and tears were flowing down her face, "Poor Trunks."
She sobbed into Goten's chest and he hugged her, Bulma smiled at Goten and left. They deserved to be alone.
"Pan." she cried. Her tears were a sign of just how bad the situation was.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Trunks got up from his position on the bed and stretched. His legs still hurt from the Earthquake. He peered down at his legs and saw that his spandex was stained with blood. He had to change his bandages. Trunks gazed at Pan and his eyes fell on her medallion. All members of the Royal Family had to wear medallions to show their importance. Her silver medallion caught the sunlight, shining the light to his face. He slowly took it off her head, trying to be careful to not wake her up. He put it on the table that was on the side of the bed.
If you couldn't tell a person directly who they were, then finding a Royal medallion on their head would be a shock. He would give it back to her when she remembered. And he hoped it was soon.
He opened the door and took one last look at her before closing it. He set off down the hallway to see the doctors.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pan opened her eyes for the second time to this strange place. She sat up fast in regret, as pain rushed through her head. It was like a splitting headache but worse. She glanced around the room before she remembered the recent events.
~That bastard~ she thought to herself as she hopped out of the bed.
She touched the back of her neck where he had hit her.
Who was he to do that to her?
Then again, he was the Prince.and cute too. She giggled, but her face turned into a frown. Good looks could be a façade to the underneath. Prince Trunks had hit her, demanding her to stay put.
Why did she have to stay here anyway?
She was fine. The 'earthquake' was over. She stretched and looked at herself in the mirror. She gasped at the size of her bump and cut down her head. It had been stitched and she hoped that it wouldn't scar.
Sunlight caught her face and Pan smiled evilly. The jerk had gone so she could go. She had her own free will. Pan opened the window and smiled at the scenery. It was beautiful from this high up. She had never set foot in the palace before but she knew she liked it. She closed her eyes and concentrated when pain struck her on her neck.
Pan growled and pulled down the neck of her bloody spandex. She half smiled and half gasped. There was a bite mark.
"Leonardo." she whispered before flying out of the window
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Trunks opened the door to nothing. He swore aloud before bolting to the open window. There wasn't a sign of her in the sky. He searched for her ki and found it on the outskirts of the Great City. Why hadn't he been logged onto it to make sure she was okay? He growled. She was gone, and his Mother said that if she decided to go they had to let her.
But his mother still had to run tests on her. He had to find her.
His emotions were slowly building up.
~*~*~*~*~
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