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Let Love Be Your Energy................chappie 9
Last time:
Whatever the scene was, she was confused. Very confused. The Prince of all people to kiss! He was a jerk. Cute, but a jerk nonetheless. She got up and brushed off her knees. It was then when she realised how cold it was. She flared her ki to keep warm and quickly ran the rest of the way to Leonardo's.
She didn't wonder about the vision anymore. She just put it that her fall must have bumped her previous injury and somehow made a fake image. But deep down in her heart, she was mystified.
Trunks felt Pan flare her ki as he stepped out of the gravity room.
Pain bore into his heart...but there was nothing he could do about it...
~*~
Trunks finished his training session with a full round house kick in the air. He landed abruptly and began to breathe heavily as if he wasn't getting enough oxygen. He was working his body to the limit, and he knew it. Since he had spoken to Leonardo yesterday, he had been training for most of the morning. Sweat dripped rapidly down his face and dripped to the floor as he put his hands on his knees. His hair clung to his face. He wheezed in pain. He knew to never put your hands on your knees and lean forward after a workout as you could get cramps. But he needed the pain. His body needed to experience it.
Trunks stood straight as his breathing returned to normal speed. He walked to the controls and switched off the gravity before exiting the gravity room and walking to his bedroom where he flopped down onto the bed. He breathed in and sighed deeply.
Pan hated him. How else could he put it?
He had kept her in the palace against her will and then interrupted her actions on the Main Street. He had called her a whorre.
Could anything else go wrong?
He wanted her back. He needed her back. Last night as he had thought over the events of that day, he had experienced a new pain within him. It was like a dull ache in his chest. He had begun to sweat furiously and it had been hard to breathe. It had stopped though, but only after he had focused on a non-Pan related subject. He noticed he was more tired than before as well. His Mother had told him that something of the sort would happen.
He only wanted one thing: for things to be back to normal. And that was something you couldn't ask for. Only hope.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Trunks' cape blew to the left as the wind blew from the East. He was walking through the City. He was walking through streets that he had grown up with during his childhood; where he had played with Elite boys and chased Elite girls. It was joyful memories. His Mother had always ordered bodyguards to go with him, but he had always sneaked out without them or told them that he'd give them money if they didn't come of that he'd beat them up. He smirked.
There were few people on the street he was walking on. He knew most of them as they were in the Elite forces or their family. He stopped just in time as a small saiyan child crossed his path. Another was chasing him before he tripped on the floor in front of Trunks. Trunks kneeled down and helped the small saiyan to his feet.
The red-headed boy smiled, "Twank you Pwince Twunks!!!" And he ran off after his friend.
Trunks smiled. He loved little kids.
He continued walking. He needed the fresh air. But inside, he wanted to meet Pan. Chi-Chi lived around the back streets of this part of the city before the barren wastelands took over.
He walked on, daydreaming when something or rather someone bumped into him. He snapped out of his dream and looked to see what had happened. He had wondered into a quite deserted road and in front of him was a girl. Pain hit him.
It was Pan.
The one person he had wanted to see. But seeing her now, his mouth had gone dry.
"I'm sorry," he managed to say.
Pan looked up from the floor. She had bumped into someone when she hadn't been paying attention and had fallen on her ass. She growled to herself and got up. Normally, she wouldn't have minded if she had been knocked over. She would get up, say sorry if they had fallen and be on her way. But she was in a foul mood. She was still thinking about the confrontation with the Prince on Main Street. To top it all up, she had just had a row with Leonardo.
Pan looked up and gasped to herself.
Trunks looked at her. Their eyes were connected and he didn't want to break the link. But she did.
"A little help wouldn't go amiss," she said as she looked over his shoulder.
Trunks didn't reply. He was busy gazing at her form.
"Are you going to help or not?" she asked again.
Trunks put his hand out and she took it. He pulled her up and she dusted herself down. Pan looked at him.
"Typical I bumped into you," she stated.
Trunks smirked, "I have my right of way."
"That's no excuse to bump into me. Do you have it in for me or something?"
Trunks didn't answer.
"You do. First you contain me at your home and then the incident at Main Street. Are you following me?" she asked, brushing hair out of her eyes.
Trunks sighed to himself. The longing was there and it was hard to resist. She was right in front of him and he could do nothing about it. He didn't want to let her know what he was feeling so he clouded over his eyes. Your eyes showed your emotion in all saiyans and only those strong enough could conceal it. And he had to now...
"No. I'm not following you. I'm just walking because I needed the fresh air."
"Hmm... I want to know something."
Trunks arched an eyebrow. The pain was getting worse.
"Yes...miss?" he replied with ache.
"I want to know why."
"Why what?"
"Why you caused that scene in Main Street. Why I am a whorre."
Trunks gulped. This was all he needed.
"I...What I did is confidential. I can't tell you Pan."
Pan frowned, "Why am I a whorre? Is kissing illegal?"
"No," Trunks replied, ~I could turn this around here~ he thought ~I could make her hate for me lessen~
"And..." asked Pan. God she was beautiful.
"I...I'm sorry for calling you a whore, Pan. I was angry...and confused."
The corners of her mouth turned up a bit, "Thank you for your apology, but why were you angry?"
"I was confused...I don't remember," he lied.
"Okay, that's all I needed to know. You're not so bad a jerk after all," she responded.
Trunks said nothing, but turned around to face the other way. This was too excruciating.
Pan walked off down the street. At least she had a reason now as to why he had done what he had done. But she couldn't help wondering what was bothering him. She had only met him once when she had woken up from unconsciousness but she could see that he wasn't himself. It was just an inner feeling: an inner feeling she couldn't place. She shook it off.
Trunks felt her walking away and he sighed. At least she hadn't been talking to him in a bad tone from when the conversation had first started. The temptation was there though. It was hard to feel Pan fly away when all he wanted to do was go after her. His heart called out to her a great deal. He made a fist with his hands, wanting to draw blood but not being able to due to the gloves he was wearing. He felt her stop flying and looking back at him before flying away. He felt his knees go weak. She was affecting him so much. He needed her back and now. He took off in the opposite way back to his home.
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"No!"
"You're my mate. You do as I say!"
"I have privileges. I can do as I please!"
"And what you have to do is what I'm telling you to!"
"Oh, get lost! I'm leaving, Leonardo!"
"Come back when you know I'm right, Pan!"
Pan strutted out of the house and slammed the door behind her loudly. She was beyond angry and her face had swelled with her rage. This argument was worse than the one earlier in the day. Much worse. And it was about the same thing.
After Pan had bumped into Trunks, she had come home to talk to Leonardo. But the argument had started up again. Like before, they had been kissing together in a passionate embrace when Leonardo had tried to go further. She had pushed him away and he had gone ballistic. She didn't want to make love to him....somehow it didn't feel right. And that was what she couldn't understand. She was his mate and his bite mark was on her neck, so why didn't she want him to make love to her?
It hadn't felt right. Maybe he had marked her before they had taken the next step of making love. She tried to remember when he marked her, but no memory came to her mind. She sighed. The Earthquake had messed up her head. She was even having visions about the Prince! But Leonardo still had no right to force her into something she didn't feel was right. It was her body and he should respect that.
She wondered where she could go. She levitated up and debated to herself where to go. She decided to go to one of the large green areas of the planet. It was on the south rim of the City. The largest green area where plants and trees grew was on the other side of the planet in a remote location. She had been there lots of times with her Uncle Goten.
~Come to think of it~ she thought ~Where is Uncle Goten?~
She'd find him later. She just wanted stress release. She flew fast and landed in her desired destination. She walked on and soon was going through a canopy of trees. Behind this canopy was her favourite spot.
As she exited, she opened her mouth in astonishment. He was here.
Trunks heard the rustle of the leaves behind him and knew it was she. He didn't turn around though. She thought of leaving but she was here to rest and let off steam. He was sitting on a raised mound of earth. She climbed up it and sat on the top. He was below her and to the right.
"So we meet again," he said in monotone.
She didn't realise that he knew she was there. She should have known: he was a Prince. He could probably do everything.
"We have a habit of meeting each other," she said.
Trunks heard the anger and frustration in her voice. To anyone else, the anger wouldn't be detectable. But to him, he recognised it straightaway. Why was she frustrated? Was it because of him?
"Why are you aggravated?" he asked, turning to her. She turned to him, radiance in her eyes. It made his heart melt with pain.
Pan stared at him with onyx eyes. He knew that she was angry. Had it been that evident in her voice? Or did he know from some other way?
"I don't want to tell you."
"That's okay. I suppose you're still mad at me at what I've done to you."
Pan smiled and told him, although she was still mad at him for the incident on Main Street, "I've just had an argument with my mate.that's all."
Trunks closed his eyes and sighed silently to himself. She was talking about her mate Leonardo, or course. But when she had called him her mate, it hit home hard. He hated Leonardo and he knew the feeling was reciprocated. Trunks wished he could put the time back and save her from the weight that had crushed her and caused her amnesia. The blame was coming back to him again. If only he had switched the gravity off.if only. If only was too late. Now that he knew what it was about, he didn't really want to hear more about it. But he was happy that she had had an argument with Leonardo.
"...he was forcing me to do things that I didn't want to. I felt pressurised...and scared..."
That sentence caused concern to fill Trunks' heart. Without turning to look at her he asked protectively,
"Did he harm you?"
Pan frowned. Did she hear protectiveness in his speech? It must have been her imagination.
"No...but the weird thing is that I don't feel hurt inside. It's as if I don't feel for him. I only feel anger..."
Trunks smiled to himself. Hope was shining down on him again. But she'd probably return to Leonardo anyway.
"I have to go..." she said as she got up.
Trunks turned to watch her go, his gaze firm.
"I doubt that we'll ever speak again," said Pan, "Unless you come after me again..."
Her expression was a mix of humour and apprehension.
"...It was just chance that I met you twice today. Bye...Prince Trunks."
She smiled and turned to leave. But as she did, she slipped forwards on the damp surface, causing her to fall back. The next thing she knew, two strong arms had encircled her. She looked up to see the Prince looking down at her. She blushed slightly. One of his hands were on her back, the other on her stomach.
Trunks smirked before suddenly directing his attention to his hand that was on her stomach. His eyes widened considerably before he believed what he was feeling.
Ki.
In her lower abdomen.
Which meant only one thing: she was pregnant.
Emotions whirled in Trunks' head. She was pregnant. There was a living organism inside of her growing and feeding and producing into a baby. And she was with someone else. She thought Leonardo was her mate.
Was the baby Leonardo's? Had they slept together and produced?
She hadn't said anything about it: though she hadn't denied it either.
He felt for it again, shock and anxiety pulsing through his veins. The ki was small...very small and nearly undetectable. He scanned the ki...searching for his ki within...otherwise...
Relief surged into him. It was his. It was his baby! He was going to be a daddy! But their were dark times ahead...she had amnesia, so if she discovered she was pregnant, she would declare Leonardo the Father. He might never be able to see his child be born and grow because she might not remember him until after the baby was born.
The situation was getting deeper and deeper. And what could Trunks do? Nothing.
Only hope: hope that someone was listening to him and would guide him to the right path and make sure that his mate Pan would remember him before she gave birth. But there wasn't anyone above: there were no Gods in the Saiyan world.
Only hopefulness and faith and desire.
Trunks wanted to be attached to Pan through their bond again: mentally, physically, spiritually, sensually, emotionally.
He helped Pan up to her feet and she smiled before leaving. She wondered why he had been intent on his hand on her stomach but dismissed it. It was getting late.
Trunks sat on the raised mould of Earth until the sun began to set behind the distant desert. He wondered if Pan would be experiencing bond withdrawal without even knowing about her bond being broken. Then he left with a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach from what he had found out.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pan had come home and Leonardo hadn't been there. She had waited for him until the moonlight filtered through the window. It was ten o'clock when she decided to go to bed. She was rather tired which was unusual for her. She was used to staying up until at least midnight and sleep in the next morning. She decided to go to bed and was asleep before half ten.
~*~*~*~
Pan felt coldness on her feet and opened her eyes. It was pitch black in the bedroom. She glanced down to her feet and saw that they were poking out of the covers. She tried to push the covers from around her to cover her feet, but they wouldn't go. That was when she realised that two arms were entwined around her body. She turned her head to the side and gazed at Leonardo's face. He had returned while she was asleep and gone to bed. She smiled. He was adorable when he slept. He was holding the covers along with her so it was impossible to cover her feet.
She sighed. She was thirsty anyway.
Pan slowly unlatched his hands from her waist and got out of the bed. She didn't like the cold floor, so she patted quickly along the floor to the kitchen. She was wearing a sleeveless nightdress with spaghetti straps. It went to her mid-thigh and anyone who saw her had a sight to see.
Pan got a glass from the cupboard and filled it with ice cold water. She turned and leaned on the sink to drink it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She was drinking. This was his chance. The watcher slowly made his way to the front door. He was inside in seconds: he had learnt how to enter a house without being detected from childhood friends.
He went along the hallway and at the end picked the left turning. It was a guess, but he knew it would lead him to the west of the house. He rounded a corner and saw a doorway to the left. He felt for her ki. The kitchen was through the door.
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Pan finished her water and turned around to put her glass in the sink. The next thing she knew, a hand had grabbed her by the mouth and around the waist. Pan put her hands on the hands around her waist and was about to yell through the fingers when the intruder spoke up.
"I'm not going to hurt you...Panny..."
She recognised that voice! She knew she did! She looked at the window in front of her and looked at their reflection.
And she could not believe who she saw...
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Finished this chappie at last! I bet you didn't see the pregnancy and the ending coming! Review! This took me ages to write! dragon agility.
Here is the next chappie! Big surprise in this one.he.he.
Let Love Be Your Energy................chappie 9
Last time:
Whatever the scene was, she was confused. Very confused. The Prince of all people to kiss! He was a jerk. Cute, but a jerk nonetheless. She got up and brushed off her knees. It was then when she realised how cold it was. She flared her ki to keep warm and quickly ran the rest of the way to Leonardo's.
She didn't wonder about the vision anymore. She just put it that her fall must have bumped her previous injury and somehow made a fake image. But deep down in her heart, she was mystified.
Trunks felt Pan flare her ki as he stepped out of the gravity room.
Pain bore into his heart...but there was nothing he could do about it...
~*~
Trunks finished his training session with a full round house kick in the air. He landed abruptly and began to breathe heavily as if he wasn't getting enough oxygen. He was working his body to the limit, and he knew it. Since he had spoken to Leonardo yesterday, he had been training for most of the morning. Sweat dripped rapidly down his face and dripped to the floor as he put his hands on his knees. His hair clung to his face. He wheezed in pain. He knew to never put your hands on your knees and lean forward after a workout as you could get cramps. But he needed the pain. His body needed to experience it.
Trunks stood straight as his breathing returned to normal speed. He walked to the controls and switched off the gravity before exiting the gravity room and walking to his bedroom where he flopped down onto the bed. He breathed in and sighed deeply.
Pan hated him. How else could he put it?
He had kept her in the palace against her will and then interrupted her actions on the Main Street. He had called her a whorre.
Could anything else go wrong?
He wanted her back. He needed her back. Last night as he had thought over the events of that day, he had experienced a new pain within him. It was like a dull ache in his chest. He had begun to sweat furiously and it had been hard to breathe. It had stopped though, but only after he had focused on a non-Pan related subject. He noticed he was more tired than before as well. His Mother had told him that something of the sort would happen.
He only wanted one thing: for things to be back to normal. And that was something you couldn't ask for. Only hope.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Trunks' cape blew to the left as the wind blew from the East. He was walking through the City. He was walking through streets that he had grown up with during his childhood; where he had played with Elite boys and chased Elite girls. It was joyful memories. His Mother had always ordered bodyguards to go with him, but he had always sneaked out without them or told them that he'd give them money if they didn't come of that he'd beat them up. He smirked.
There were few people on the street he was walking on. He knew most of them as they were in the Elite forces or their family. He stopped just in time as a small saiyan child crossed his path. Another was chasing him before he tripped on the floor in front of Trunks. Trunks kneeled down and helped the small saiyan to his feet.
The red-headed boy smiled, "Twank you Pwince Twunks!!!" And he ran off after his friend.
Trunks smiled. He loved little kids.
He continued walking. He needed the fresh air. But inside, he wanted to meet Pan. Chi-Chi lived around the back streets of this part of the city before the barren wastelands took over.
He walked on, daydreaming when something or rather someone bumped into him. He snapped out of his dream and looked to see what had happened. He had wondered into a quite deserted road and in front of him was a girl. Pain hit him.
It was Pan.
The one person he had wanted to see. But seeing her now, his mouth had gone dry.
"I'm sorry," he managed to say.
Pan looked up from the floor. She had bumped into someone when she hadn't been paying attention and had fallen on her ass. She growled to herself and got up. Normally, she wouldn't have minded if she had been knocked over. She would get up, say sorry if they had fallen and be on her way. But she was in a foul mood. She was still thinking about the confrontation with the Prince on Main Street. To top it all up, she had just had a row with Leonardo.
Pan looked up and gasped to herself.
Trunks looked at her. Their eyes were connected and he didn't want to break the link. But she did.
"A little help wouldn't go amiss," she said as she looked over his shoulder.
Trunks didn't reply. He was busy gazing at her form.
"Are you going to help or not?" she asked again.
Trunks put his hand out and she took it. He pulled her up and she dusted herself down. Pan looked at him.
"Typical I bumped into you," she stated.
Trunks smirked, "I have my right of way."
"That's no excuse to bump into me. Do you have it in for me or something?"
Trunks didn't answer.
"You do. First you contain me at your home and then the incident at Main Street. Are you following me?" she asked, brushing hair out of her eyes.
Trunks sighed to himself. The longing was there and it was hard to resist. She was right in front of him and he could do nothing about it. He didn't want to let her know what he was feeling so he clouded over his eyes. Your eyes showed your emotion in all saiyans and only those strong enough could conceal it. And he had to now...
"No. I'm not following you. I'm just walking because I needed the fresh air."
"Hmm... I want to know something."
Trunks arched an eyebrow. The pain was getting worse.
"Yes...miss?" he replied with ache.
"I want to know why."
"Why what?"
"Why you caused that scene in Main Street. Why I am a whorre."
Trunks gulped. This was all he needed.
"I...What I did is confidential. I can't tell you Pan."
Pan frowned, "Why am I a whorre? Is kissing illegal?"
"No," Trunks replied, ~I could turn this around here~ he thought ~I could make her hate for me lessen~
"And..." asked Pan. God she was beautiful.
"I...I'm sorry for calling you a whore, Pan. I was angry...and confused."
The corners of her mouth turned up a bit, "Thank you for your apology, but why were you angry?"
"I was confused...I don't remember," he lied.
"Okay, that's all I needed to know. You're not so bad a jerk after all," she responded.
Trunks said nothing, but turned around to face the other way. This was too excruciating.
Pan walked off down the street. At least she had a reason now as to why he had done what he had done. But she couldn't help wondering what was bothering him. She had only met him once when she had woken up from unconsciousness but she could see that he wasn't himself. It was just an inner feeling: an inner feeling she couldn't place. She shook it off.
Trunks felt her walking away and he sighed. At least she hadn't been talking to him in a bad tone from when the conversation had first started. The temptation was there though. It was hard to feel Pan fly away when all he wanted to do was go after her. His heart called out to her a great deal. He made a fist with his hands, wanting to draw blood but not being able to due to the gloves he was wearing. He felt her stop flying and looking back at him before flying away. He felt his knees go weak. She was affecting him so much. He needed her back and now. He took off in the opposite way back to his home.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"No!"
"You're my mate. You do as I say!"
"I have privileges. I can do as I please!"
"And what you have to do is what I'm telling you to!"
"Oh, get lost! I'm leaving, Leonardo!"
"Come back when you know I'm right, Pan!"
Pan strutted out of the house and slammed the door behind her loudly. She was beyond angry and her face had swelled with her rage. This argument was worse than the one earlier in the day. Much worse. And it was about the same thing.
After Pan had bumped into Trunks, she had come home to talk to Leonardo. But the argument had started up again. Like before, they had been kissing together in a passionate embrace when Leonardo had tried to go further. She had pushed him away and he had gone ballistic. She didn't want to make love to him....somehow it didn't feel right. And that was what she couldn't understand. She was his mate and his bite mark was on her neck, so why didn't she want him to make love to her?
It hadn't felt right. Maybe he had marked her before they had taken the next step of making love. She tried to remember when he marked her, but no memory came to her mind. She sighed. The Earthquake had messed up her head. She was even having visions about the Prince! But Leonardo still had no right to force her into something she didn't feel was right. It was her body and he should respect that.
She wondered where she could go. She levitated up and debated to herself where to go. She decided to go to one of the large green areas of the planet. It was on the south rim of the City. The largest green area where plants and trees grew was on the other side of the planet in a remote location. She had been there lots of times with her Uncle Goten.
~Come to think of it~ she thought ~Where is Uncle Goten?~
She'd find him later. She just wanted stress release. She flew fast and landed in her desired destination. She walked on and soon was going through a canopy of trees. Behind this canopy was her favourite spot.
As she exited, she opened her mouth in astonishment. He was here.
Trunks heard the rustle of the leaves behind him and knew it was she. He didn't turn around though. She thought of leaving but she was here to rest and let off steam. He was sitting on a raised mound of earth. She climbed up it and sat on the top. He was below her and to the right.
"So we meet again," he said in monotone.
She didn't realise that he knew she was there. She should have known: he was a Prince. He could probably do everything.
"We have a habit of meeting each other," she said.
Trunks heard the anger and frustration in her voice. To anyone else, the anger wouldn't be detectable. But to him, he recognised it straightaway. Why was she frustrated? Was it because of him?
"Why are you aggravated?" he asked, turning to her. She turned to him, radiance in her eyes. It made his heart melt with pain.
Pan stared at him with onyx eyes. He knew that she was angry. Had it been that evident in her voice? Or did he know from some other way?
"I don't want to tell you."
"That's okay. I suppose you're still mad at me at what I've done to you."
Pan smiled and told him, although she was still mad at him for the incident on Main Street, "I've just had an argument with my mate.that's all."
Trunks closed his eyes and sighed silently to himself. She was talking about her mate Leonardo, or course. But when she had called him her mate, it hit home hard. He hated Leonardo and he knew the feeling was reciprocated. Trunks wished he could put the time back and save her from the weight that had crushed her and caused her amnesia. The blame was coming back to him again. If only he had switched the gravity off.if only. If only was too late. Now that he knew what it was about, he didn't really want to hear more about it. But he was happy that she had had an argument with Leonardo.
"...he was forcing me to do things that I didn't want to. I felt pressurised...and scared..."
That sentence caused concern to fill Trunks' heart. Without turning to look at her he asked protectively,
"Did he harm you?"
Pan frowned. Did she hear protectiveness in his speech? It must have been her imagination.
"No...but the weird thing is that I don't feel hurt inside. It's as if I don't feel for him. I only feel anger..."
Trunks smiled to himself. Hope was shining down on him again. But she'd probably return to Leonardo anyway.
"I have to go..." she said as she got up.
Trunks turned to watch her go, his gaze firm.
"I doubt that we'll ever speak again," said Pan, "Unless you come after me again..."
Her expression was a mix of humour and apprehension.
"...It was just chance that I met you twice today. Bye...Prince Trunks."
She smiled and turned to leave. But as she did, she slipped forwards on the damp surface, causing her to fall back. The next thing she knew, two strong arms had encircled her. She looked up to see the Prince looking down at her. She blushed slightly. One of his hands were on her back, the other on her stomach.
Trunks smirked before suddenly directing his attention to his hand that was on her stomach. His eyes widened considerably before he believed what he was feeling.
Ki.
In her lower abdomen.
Which meant only one thing: she was pregnant.
Emotions whirled in Trunks' head. She was pregnant. There was a living organism inside of her growing and feeding and producing into a baby. And she was with someone else. She thought Leonardo was her mate.
Was the baby Leonardo's? Had they slept together and produced?
She hadn't said anything about it: though she hadn't denied it either.
He felt for it again, shock and anxiety pulsing through his veins. The ki was small...very small and nearly undetectable. He scanned the ki...searching for his ki within...otherwise...
Relief surged into him. It was his. It was his baby! He was going to be a daddy! But their were dark times ahead...she had amnesia, so if she discovered she was pregnant, she would declare Leonardo the Father. He might never be able to see his child be born and grow because she might not remember him until after the baby was born.
The situation was getting deeper and deeper. And what could Trunks do? Nothing.
Only hope: hope that someone was listening to him and would guide him to the right path and make sure that his mate Pan would remember him before she gave birth. But there wasn't anyone above: there were no Gods in the Saiyan world.
Only hopefulness and faith and desire.
Trunks wanted to be attached to Pan through their bond again: mentally, physically, spiritually, sensually, emotionally.
He helped Pan up to her feet and she smiled before leaving. She wondered why he had been intent on his hand on her stomach but dismissed it. It was getting late.
Trunks sat on the raised mould of Earth until the sun began to set behind the distant desert. He wondered if Pan would be experiencing bond withdrawal without even knowing about her bond being broken. Then he left with a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach from what he had found out.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pan had come home and Leonardo hadn't been there. She had waited for him until the moonlight filtered through the window. It was ten o'clock when she decided to go to bed. She was rather tired which was unusual for her. She was used to staying up until at least midnight and sleep in the next morning. She decided to go to bed and was asleep before half ten.
~*~*~*~
Pan felt coldness on her feet and opened her eyes. It was pitch black in the bedroom. She glanced down to her feet and saw that they were poking out of the covers. She tried to push the covers from around her to cover her feet, but they wouldn't go. That was when she realised that two arms were entwined around her body. She turned her head to the side and gazed at Leonardo's face. He had returned while she was asleep and gone to bed. She smiled. He was adorable when he slept. He was holding the covers along with her so it was impossible to cover her feet.
She sighed. She was thirsty anyway.
Pan slowly unlatched his hands from her waist and got out of the bed. She didn't like the cold floor, so she patted quickly along the floor to the kitchen. She was wearing a sleeveless nightdress with spaghetti straps. It went to her mid-thigh and anyone who saw her had a sight to see.
Pan got a glass from the cupboard and filled it with ice cold water. She turned and leaned on the sink to drink it.
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She was drinking. This was his chance. The watcher slowly made his way to the front door. He was inside in seconds: he had learnt how to enter a house without being detected from childhood friends.
He went along the hallway and at the end picked the left turning. It was a guess, but he knew it would lead him to the west of the house. He rounded a corner and saw a doorway to the left. He felt for her ki. The kitchen was through the door.
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Pan finished her water and turned around to put her glass in the sink. The next thing she knew, a hand had grabbed her by the mouth and around the waist. Pan put her hands on the hands around her waist and was about to yell through the fingers when the intruder spoke up.
"I'm not going to hurt you...Panny..."
She recognised that voice! She knew she did! She looked at the window in front of her and looked at their reflection.
And she could not believe who she saw...
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Finished this chappie at last! I bet you didn't see the pregnancy and the ending coming! Review! This took me ages to write! dragon agility.