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DEIDRA: I'll never let sex happen between them!!! You'll know the reason why next chapter or so!
CHIBIGOTEN124/SSJ3MYSTICPAN: you were the 100th reviewer!
DESTINED 2BELUVED: Pan's point of view will be concentrated on the next three or four chapters! It's gonna rock, trust me!
DEE: Find out if Chi-Chi knows in this chappie
JEZIKA: don't worry about Pan! The next three ir four chapters are focused on her and they're gonna rock!
Let Love Be Your Energy.........chapter 7
Last Time:
"Does that mean I have to leave her with him?" he asked.
"Yes. You can't do anything. If it was different, we could have told her snippets of information. But it's as if she had a normal life at the moment. All you can do is wait. Wait until she remembers enough."
"But won't it be better if she's near me?"
"It doesn't matter."
Trunks' heart felt the realisation fall into place. His bite mark had been taken by another...and waiting was difficult in these circumstances.
~*~
Trunks stared at the ceiling like he had done for the past four hours. It amazed him how paint could stick to a wall and look perfect. He growled at his stupidity and rolled over onto his side.
He was lying on the couch, now staring at the communicator television. It amazed him how a signal could turn itself into a picture.
That was it.
Trunks got up and stalked into the kitchen. He had been like this since his Mother had left him, trying to work out how everything worked when he knew how. He was the son of two great people: a strong powerful Father and a brave clever Mother. He was trying to avoid the subject...the subject of Pan...
There, he had said it. The word.
Her name.
Pan.
He poured himself a glass of milk. Milk: how he loved it. He could never have enough of it. He drank at least six pints a day and he had done so since he was younger. As he gulped the ice-cold milk down his gullet, he couldn't help thinking of Pan. She had always giggled at the amount of milk he drank, saying that his bones were strong enough.
He snorted at the memory, laughter trying to make its way to his mouth. He put the glass down and turned to look at the metal door. It was bittersweet, it really was.
Pan...Pan...Pan...
He couldn't get her out of his head.
Of course he couldn't. She was his. She belonged to him.
Him.
That wasn't the case now.
Trunks stalked to his room, their room. He was sickened at what he smelt. Her. Pan. Her scent was everywhere...especially here. He just wanted to escape but he couldn't. He had to face up to it: Pan wasn't his now.
She was someone else's. Although it was his bite mark, anyone could claim it now. Pan didn't know him. No one but him would be able to yield the skin though, and that was a bonus. How he wanted to beat the hell out of 'Leonardo'. That name sickened him. But he would wait until he had the chance. Leonardo's time would come soon.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
1 week later...
Bulma entered Trunks' chamber with a whole handful of capsules.
Her objective? Track Trunks down and make him eat.
For the past week since she had told Trunks about Pan's full condition, he hadn't spoken a word to anyone. He hadn't participated in anything. It was as if he wasn't even there anymore, just a memory. Well, she was sick of it. He hadn't shown his face at meal times and hadn't trained with his Father. Vegeta understood that Trunks needed time, but what he was doing was ridiculous; he had told Bulma.
"Trunks! Show yourself!" she called.
She knew he was here. For the past week when she had tried to follow him to talk or knock some sense into him, he had walked and flew away. But she knew, for sure that he was in today. And if he flew away and tried to run away from it all she was going to follow him. She walked into his lab and then into the gravity room. She checked all of the spare bedrooms and then his own. The balcony doors were open, blowing the curtains around. She stepped onto the balcony and looked up. Sure enough, Trunks was there.
He was sitting on the roof, the only bit before another floor of the palace rose. He was staring at her but his face didn't falter.
Bulma flew up to him and sat next to him.
"Why do you keep running, Trunks?" she asked him.
He didn't answer, just changed his gaze to the city.
"Stop this now, please," she pleaded.
He turned to her, "Why? I don't want to talk to anyone.I just want to think."
"We can help you Trunks. Remember what I told you when she first woke up? That you have to look on the positive things, on the bright side of life. And you are doing the exact opposite. She will come back, she will. It's just that."
"Stop...please," he interrupted. His solemn eyes turned to face her. The news had taken its toll on him. He looked...older, not to mention tired.
"At least stop torturing yourself. You look like you haven't slept in days."
"I haven't," he replied.
"Or eaten. You've been avoiding everything as if it's the end of the world. It isn't the end until it's over."
Trunks smiled weakly.
"Here," she said, "eat up. I'm going to watch you."
Trunks had no choice so he ate all of the food that his Mother had brought to him. He was hungry, it was just that his mind didn't want to admit it.
Once he was finished, he continued to stare at the city and the desert behind it. Out there was Death Valley, the place where a battle seven years ago had taken place.
"Trunks," began Bulma, "Don't force this on yourself. You're still very young in Saiyan terms. You have at least 250 years of your life to look forward to. She will come back. She will love you again...but you have to wait. You have to seriously sort yourself out now Trunks and look to the bright side. I don't want to find you dead...and I mean it. We've had people talking about what they saw on the main street. We've said nothing. Don't give up hope, okay?"
Trunks nodded.
"Good. Do what you want, but your father wants you in his gravity room at 17 hundred hours."
She kissed his cheek and left Trunks to his thoughts.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Goten and Bra were in the gardens talking to each other when the conversation of Trunks propped up.
"Goten, Trunks still isn't talking to me or Mum and Dad. He's taking it all really hard."
"Hm," said Goten, "But if I know my niece, she isn't someone to forget things. I reckon she'll remember pretty soon."
"Even after Trunks found her with someone else?" asked Bra.
"Yeah...but Trunks mustn't give up. "
"Does Chi-Chi know?"
"Yes. She understands the situation and wants to help. The pain Trunks must be feeling."
"I know. But it's not like he can just walk up to her and tell her that he is her mate; and that must be so frustrating."
"Yeah. It's just a shame that this happened to them. I mean...couldn't it have been anyone else we don't know?"
"I don't know...I suppose it's just destiny."
~*~*~*~*~
That's the end of this chappie!
This was a boring filler chappie but the next is a really good one and so is the next one after that and after that!!!
Please tell me what you think in a review! It will be appreciated so much!! Please, Please, PLEASE!!!
Adios.
dragon agility
DEIDRA: I'll never let sex happen between them!!! You'll know the reason why next chapter or so!
CHIBIGOTEN124/SSJ3MYSTICPAN: you were the 100th reviewer!
DESTINED 2BELUVED: Pan's point of view will be concentrated on the next three or four chapters! It's gonna rock, trust me!
DEE: Find out if Chi-Chi knows in this chappie
JEZIKA: don't worry about Pan! The next three ir four chapters are focused on her and they're gonna rock!
Let Love Be Your Energy.........chapter 7
Last Time:
"Does that mean I have to leave her with him?" he asked.
"Yes. You can't do anything. If it was different, we could have told her snippets of information. But it's as if she had a normal life at the moment. All you can do is wait. Wait until she remembers enough."
"But won't it be better if she's near me?"
"It doesn't matter."
Trunks' heart felt the realisation fall into place. His bite mark had been taken by another...and waiting was difficult in these circumstances.
~*~
Trunks stared at the ceiling like he had done for the past four hours. It amazed him how paint could stick to a wall and look perfect. He growled at his stupidity and rolled over onto his side.
He was lying on the couch, now staring at the communicator television. It amazed him how a signal could turn itself into a picture.
That was it.
Trunks got up and stalked into the kitchen. He had been like this since his Mother had left him, trying to work out how everything worked when he knew how. He was the son of two great people: a strong powerful Father and a brave clever Mother. He was trying to avoid the subject...the subject of Pan...
There, he had said it. The word.
Her name.
Pan.
He poured himself a glass of milk. Milk: how he loved it. He could never have enough of it. He drank at least six pints a day and he had done so since he was younger. As he gulped the ice-cold milk down his gullet, he couldn't help thinking of Pan. She had always giggled at the amount of milk he drank, saying that his bones were strong enough.
He snorted at the memory, laughter trying to make its way to his mouth. He put the glass down and turned to look at the metal door. It was bittersweet, it really was.
Pan...Pan...Pan...
He couldn't get her out of his head.
Of course he couldn't. She was his. She belonged to him.
Him.
That wasn't the case now.
Trunks stalked to his room, their room. He was sickened at what he smelt. Her. Pan. Her scent was everywhere...especially here. He just wanted to escape but he couldn't. He had to face up to it: Pan wasn't his now.
She was someone else's. Although it was his bite mark, anyone could claim it now. Pan didn't know him. No one but him would be able to yield the skin though, and that was a bonus. How he wanted to beat the hell out of 'Leonardo'. That name sickened him. But he would wait until he had the chance. Leonardo's time would come soon.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
1 week later...
Bulma entered Trunks' chamber with a whole handful of capsules.
Her objective? Track Trunks down and make him eat.
For the past week since she had told Trunks about Pan's full condition, he hadn't spoken a word to anyone. He hadn't participated in anything. It was as if he wasn't even there anymore, just a memory. Well, she was sick of it. He hadn't shown his face at meal times and hadn't trained with his Father. Vegeta understood that Trunks needed time, but what he was doing was ridiculous; he had told Bulma.
"Trunks! Show yourself!" she called.
She knew he was here. For the past week when she had tried to follow him to talk or knock some sense into him, he had walked and flew away. But she knew, for sure that he was in today. And if he flew away and tried to run away from it all she was going to follow him. She walked into his lab and then into the gravity room. She checked all of the spare bedrooms and then his own. The balcony doors were open, blowing the curtains around. She stepped onto the balcony and looked up. Sure enough, Trunks was there.
He was sitting on the roof, the only bit before another floor of the palace rose. He was staring at her but his face didn't falter.
Bulma flew up to him and sat next to him.
"Why do you keep running, Trunks?" she asked him.
He didn't answer, just changed his gaze to the city.
"Stop this now, please," she pleaded.
He turned to her, "Why? I don't want to talk to anyone.I just want to think."
"We can help you Trunks. Remember what I told you when she first woke up? That you have to look on the positive things, on the bright side of life. And you are doing the exact opposite. She will come back, she will. It's just that."
"Stop...please," he interrupted. His solemn eyes turned to face her. The news had taken its toll on him. He looked...older, not to mention tired.
"At least stop torturing yourself. You look like you haven't slept in days."
"I haven't," he replied.
"Or eaten. You've been avoiding everything as if it's the end of the world. It isn't the end until it's over."
Trunks smiled weakly.
"Here," she said, "eat up. I'm going to watch you."
Trunks had no choice so he ate all of the food that his Mother had brought to him. He was hungry, it was just that his mind didn't want to admit it.
Once he was finished, he continued to stare at the city and the desert behind it. Out there was Death Valley, the place where a battle seven years ago had taken place.
"Trunks," began Bulma, "Don't force this on yourself. You're still very young in Saiyan terms. You have at least 250 years of your life to look forward to. She will come back. She will love you again...but you have to wait. You have to seriously sort yourself out now Trunks and look to the bright side. I don't want to find you dead...and I mean it. We've had people talking about what they saw on the main street. We've said nothing. Don't give up hope, okay?"
Trunks nodded.
"Good. Do what you want, but your father wants you in his gravity room at 17 hundred hours."
She kissed his cheek and left Trunks to his thoughts.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Goten and Bra were in the gardens talking to each other when the conversation of Trunks propped up.
"Goten, Trunks still isn't talking to me or Mum and Dad. He's taking it all really hard."
"Hm," said Goten, "But if I know my niece, she isn't someone to forget things. I reckon she'll remember pretty soon."
"Even after Trunks found her with someone else?" asked Bra.
"Yeah...but Trunks mustn't give up. "
"Does Chi-Chi know?"
"Yes. She understands the situation and wants to help. The pain Trunks must be feeling."
"I know. But it's not like he can just walk up to her and tell her that he is her mate; and that must be so frustrating."
"Yeah. It's just a shame that this happened to them. I mean...couldn't it have been anyone else we don't know?"
"I don't know...I suppose it's just destiny."
~*~*~*~*~
That's the end of this chappie!
This was a boring filler chappie but the next is a really good one and so is the next one after that and after that!!!
Please tell me what you think in a review! It will be appreciated so much!! Please, Please, PLEASE!!!
Adios.
dragon agility