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Let Love Be Your Energy................chappie 12
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Pan looked up to his blue eyes. He bent down on his knees and wrapped the blanket around her. She noticed that he was being very gentle.
"I'll put the heating on in here for you," Trunks said. He put his hand to her cheek and caressed it before standing up and leaving. The door closed and Pan was alone.
But she couldn't help wondering why he was being so nice. Somehow, when he had touched he face with his smooth, gentle hands, Pan had felt fire in her heart. And real fire it was...
~*~
"Pan!" called the voice.
She turned towards it. It was the Queen, Queen Bulma of Vegeta-sei.
"Come here and we'll get started."
Pan walked to Bulma and smiled.
"Okay. I'm going to start with the basics of this mechanism. It isn't made by Vegeta-sei technology, but by a planet known as Earth which is in the Fourth Quadrant of the Fifth Sun. It has a negative and a positive side."
Pan nodded.
"He should be here to teach you this, but he's too lazy to get out of bed. If you're stuck, just call me."
Pan watched as Bulma faded away beside her before the scene changed.
There was screaming and a lot of it. Pan whirled around and came face to face with children. They were all sorts of ages, from at least three to seven years old. They were running around and playing with toys that were scattered across the floor. Some were sparring gently with each other while others read in the corners.
"I love coming here."
Pan turned towards the voice. It was Bulma again. No, it was the Princess: Bra. She was holding a girl who was holding a toy.
"Why?"
"I love children. They're so cute and perfect at this age without any blunders. They don't care about that happens around them, only about having the best time they can. They're so individual and can make it on their own. They want to learn to be true adults. I can't wait until I have children. Not too many though, probably around two of three. Adults leave their children here while they work and spar. It's great actually. The child gets to make friends and discover with other children their age."
Pan nodded.
"Come with me," said Bra.
Pan watched as Bra put the child down and walked out of the room and down the corridor before opening another door and stepping in. Inside were cots. Inside the cots were saiyan babies. Pan gasped. They were so adorable!
"This is the natal unit," said Bra, "Babies who have just been born go here for the first forty eight hours of their life. The first forty-eight hours is a recharge session for the babies as their birth tires them out. Here, they are monitored and looked after before being given back to their parents."
"They're adorable," said Pan.
"Hm."
The scene changed again, fuzzing into another.
He went to strike her.
Pan knew that there was a being near her, although it had used no turbulence. She concentrated even harder. She wondered who it was and made sure she was alert. She then felt his ki and the air move. She had the picture of the surroundings in her head and as Vegeta went to punch her, she raised her ki and blocked it. There was a thud as their arms met.
Vegeta was satisfied. Pan opened her eyes and looked up at who had punched at her. She wasn't surprised to see the King, not at all.
"You were clever in moving over here without disturbing the air, but I still blocked your throw," she said with a Son smirk on her face.
Vegeta removed his arm and said: "You are just like your Grandfather: strong, intelligent and has a lot of will. Use it well."
There was a bright flash and then darkness.
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Pan woke up. She slowly blinked the tiredness out of her eyes and stared at her surroundings. Where was she?
~Oh yeah~ she thought, ~his gravity room~
Pan shivered in the coldness and pulled the soft blanket around herself tightly. He had given this to her because of the coldness. He had also put the heating on to warm her up. Why was he being so kind and gentle? She didn't understand.
But that wasn't all she didn't understand.
She remembered her dream in her head: the images and scenes flashing before her eyes. The Royalty had been in it.
The King who had gone to strike her and the Queen who was showing her Earth technology. The Queen had been talking about him. Who was it she was referring to?
"Don't kid yourself Pan. You know full well who it is," she whispered to herself.
Queen Bulma had been talking about her son; the Prince; Trunks.
And then there was the Princess. She had been taking her around the natal unit of the palace.
It had been a dream, but had what she had seen actually happened? She wasn't sure, but there was something familiar about it: a feeling in her stomach. Or was it nausea.
Pan put her face into her hands. She didn't feel well at all. And for a saiyan to feel sick was a rare thing. Pan felt as if she was going to throw up and that was something she hadn't done since she was eleven.
Pan growled. She didn't understand. Since the earthquake, images had been unfolding in her head. Images of him... Was it like a riddle that had to be solved? Why was it always him? The gorgeous and gentle Trunks.
Pan drew a quick intake of breath. She was going too far. Yes, Trunks was gorgeous. She had got lost in his eyes when she had seen his reflection in the kitchen of Leonardo's home. And the gentle? The night before he had caressed her cheek with such tender actions.
She growled again. He had locked her up and she had to get out of here and get to Leonardo. He would know what to do.
Or would he?
Doubt had been surfacing within her thoughts during the last couple of days. Did she really love him? All he wanted to do was lead their relationship. And she couldn't remember once when they had talked through their telepathic bond. Maybe he was avoiding her.
She didn't know for sure what Leonardo or her dream was about, but she knew for sure that she had to get out of here.
Pan made her way to the gravity room door. She was still in her nightdress that reached mid thigh. She knew it was morning by her internal clock system. Her old gravity room at home had a knack in the panel by the door. It could be opened and a spark of a wire the door could be opened. She tried just this and sure enough, the door opened. She hastily stepped out and looked around her. She was in the living room.
Pan walked stealthily to the balcony doors. They were open and her escape route seemed easy. That was when she heard voices. Raised voices.
"Leonardo," she whispered.
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Trunks felt rage boil through him. The palpitations of his heart increased as he stared at the face he didn't want to see.
Leonardo. Bastard.
Trunks had been happily looking over the City on the roof when Leonardo had landed. Guards had chased him, but Trunks dismissed them. He had wanted to get rid of Leonardo personally. He had come because of Pan.
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Pan tiptoed onto the balcony, her back against the wall. They were right above her but they couldn't sense her as she had her ki suppressed. They were in the middle of a conversation.
"I know she's here," said someone. It was Leonardo.
"So what if she is?" replied the other. It was Prince Trunks.
"I want her back."
"Why?"
There was a growl from Leonardo, "You know full well why, so don't play the fool with me!"
Trunks laughed, "Well well well. Seems like you can talk rough when you want to. Pity it's to me, because I don't like it when people talk to me that way."
"I'm not scared of you," she heard Leonardo say.
"You were afraid the last time I spoke to you."
~The last time?~ Pan thought ~In Main Street? No. They didn't talk then. They must have talked together another time. I wonder why?~
"That was then. This is now. So, give her back to me."
"No."
Trunks' voice was hard and cold.
"You can't deny me of her," said Leonardo.
"Was she ever yours to deny?"
Pan's heart stopped. The palpitations just came to a halt. Her breath caught in her throat and she could hear the City sounds from below. In her head, she failed to register what Trunks had said.
What did he mean when he had said that she was never Leonardo's to deny?
She knew that the Prince was saying that she was not Leonardo's and never was.
Then whose was she?
Pictures began to swim in her head, surfacing so she could see them in front of her eyes. She bit back a moan as nausea swept throughout her like wildfire. She realised that pain was radiating from her neck. She felt for her bite mark and recoiled at the touch. It was scalding.
Pan didn't understand what was happening to her. Leonardo was her mate, she was sure of it. So, why had the Prince said that? Was he just making it up because he wanted her to stay here? The things she had seen in her dreams and visions resurfaced. Pan grabbed her head. Maybe this was the reason he was avoiding her: because she wasn't his. Pain ripped through her head, causing her to breathe heavily. She was so confused.
If it was a lie, why wasn't Leonardo denying it?
Pan listened, but there was no sound.
"I think you should leave."
Prince Trunks had said that to Leonardo. She couldn't take it anymore. She felt her stomach clenching within her, trying to push out the contents of stomach. Along with the pain from her bite mark, she couldn't endure it anymore.
Before she knew it, she was leaning over the balcony emptying the contents of her stomach. She could see grass below.
Trunks heard someone moving and looked down to the balcony. His eyes widened as he saw Pan being sick.
~How did she get out of the gravity room?~ he wondered.
He glanced at Leonardo, who was rooted to the spot staring intently at Pan. He then turned to Trunks and gave him I-knew-you-had-her look. Trunks ignored it and turned back to Pan.
She was still over the balcony.
~Morning sickness~ he thought, ~because of her pregnancy~
Trunks felt ache in his heart. He knew that Leonardo had her and he hated it. How he just wanted to beat him to a pulp and enjoy every minute of it. But he couldn't do it if Pan was involved with him. He would wait until the right moment.
He watched as Leonardo levitated down to the balcony and Trunks growled subconsciously.
Pan knew that Leonardo was behind her as she wiped her mouth. Her mouth tasted horrible as she leaned up, but she refused to turn around. She wrapped her tail around her tightly.
Leonardo touched her waist, "Baby..."
Pan seethed:
"Get your hands off me."
It wasn't a request, it was an order. Leonardo recoiled at her harsh tone of voice. Trunks stepped forward: he knew she was angry: very angry.
Pan was holding onto the edge of the balcony. She tightened her grip, her ki rising.
Leonardo stepped forward, "Pan, let's go."
Pan turned around and stared at Leonardo with cold eyes. She watched as Trunks jumped down behind Leonardo. She held eye contact with him before looking at Leonardo again.
"I'm not going anywhere with any of you," she breathed, "just leave me alone! Stop talking about me, touching me, talking to me, talking about me...you're driving me mad! Just..."
Trunks watched in alarm as she grabbed her head.
~She heard us~ he realised.
Pan looked up, tears running down her face. She sobbed.
"I don't understand, okay? Just stop doing what you're doing to me...please..."
Trunks looked to her bite mark. It had nearly faded, but at the moment it was raw red, as if it was giving her immense pain. She covered it up with her hand and produced a ki blast in the other.
"Don't follow me...I'm just a kid..."
With that, she flew off leaving a rather dazed Leonardo. Trunks followed her with his eyes until she was out of sight. He had more of an understanding than Leonardo did. Trunks knew why she had said all of those things. He only hoped she would be okay.
Leonardo turned towards him, "She heard our conversation. What's wrong with her? Why did she call herself a kid? She's seventeen."
Trunks growled and extended an arm, powering up a ki blast, "Get out of here before I do some real damage to you. You heard what she said. Stay away from her...or I'll make sure you will."
Leonardo left with fear in his eyes and Trunks slid down the balcony wall. She had heard their conversation, which meant that she had heard what he had said: that she wasn't Leonardo's. Trunks was happy about this, but now she was mortally afraid of them both.
She was confused and probably thought that they were fighting over her or something in that matter. Trunks had felt at pain when he had seen her in her vulnerable state. Her bite mark had been red raw and he knew she was in pain inside.
Why couldn't everything just be normal again? Why was it so painful? Trunks felt ache in his heart. The bond withdrawal affected him in a severe way. She had flown off in fright. He was worried for her a great deal. She thought she was fourteen, just a kid as she had said.
Where would she go now?
What would she do?
"Blast this damn amnesia!"
She was pregnant with his child too. Leonardo might be out of the way now, but Pan's old life and memories with the one who loved her more than any living thing in the universe was the furthest thing away from her. And she didn't even now it.
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Let Love Be Your Energy................chappie 12
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Pan looked up to his blue eyes. He bent down on his knees and wrapped the blanket around her. She noticed that he was being very gentle.
"I'll put the heating on in here for you," Trunks said. He put his hand to her cheek and caressed it before standing up and leaving. The door closed and Pan was alone.
But she couldn't help wondering why he was being so nice. Somehow, when he had touched he face with his smooth, gentle hands, Pan had felt fire in her heart. And real fire it was...
~*~
"Pan!" called the voice.
She turned towards it. It was the Queen, Queen Bulma of Vegeta-sei.
"Come here and we'll get started."
Pan walked to Bulma and smiled.
"Okay. I'm going to start with the basics of this mechanism. It isn't made by Vegeta-sei technology, but by a planet known as Earth which is in the Fourth Quadrant of the Fifth Sun. It has a negative and a positive side."
Pan nodded.
"He should be here to teach you this, but he's too lazy to get out of bed. If you're stuck, just call me."
Pan watched as Bulma faded away beside her before the scene changed.
There was screaming and a lot of it. Pan whirled around and came face to face with children. They were all sorts of ages, from at least three to seven years old. They were running around and playing with toys that were scattered across the floor. Some were sparring gently with each other while others read in the corners.
"I love coming here."
Pan turned towards the voice. It was Bulma again. No, it was the Princess: Bra. She was holding a girl who was holding a toy.
"Why?"
"I love children. They're so cute and perfect at this age without any blunders. They don't care about that happens around them, only about having the best time they can. They're so individual and can make it on their own. They want to learn to be true adults. I can't wait until I have children. Not too many though, probably around two of three. Adults leave their children here while they work and spar. It's great actually. The child gets to make friends and discover with other children their age."
Pan nodded.
"Come with me," said Bra.
Pan watched as Bra put the child down and walked out of the room and down the corridor before opening another door and stepping in. Inside were cots. Inside the cots were saiyan babies. Pan gasped. They were so adorable!
"This is the natal unit," said Bra, "Babies who have just been born go here for the first forty eight hours of their life. The first forty-eight hours is a recharge session for the babies as their birth tires them out. Here, they are monitored and looked after before being given back to their parents."
"They're adorable," said Pan.
"Hm."
The scene changed again, fuzzing into another.
He went to strike her.
Pan knew that there was a being near her, although it had used no turbulence. She concentrated even harder. She wondered who it was and made sure she was alert. She then felt his ki and the air move. She had the picture of the surroundings in her head and as Vegeta went to punch her, she raised her ki and blocked it. There was a thud as their arms met.
Vegeta was satisfied. Pan opened her eyes and looked up at who had punched at her. She wasn't surprised to see the King, not at all.
"You were clever in moving over here without disturbing the air, but I still blocked your throw," she said with a Son smirk on her face.
Vegeta removed his arm and said: "You are just like your Grandfather: strong, intelligent and has a lot of will. Use it well."
There was a bright flash and then darkness.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pan woke up. She slowly blinked the tiredness out of her eyes and stared at her surroundings. Where was she?
~Oh yeah~ she thought, ~his gravity room~
Pan shivered in the coldness and pulled the soft blanket around herself tightly. He had given this to her because of the coldness. He had also put the heating on to warm her up. Why was he being so kind and gentle? She didn't understand.
But that wasn't all she didn't understand.
She remembered her dream in her head: the images and scenes flashing before her eyes. The Royalty had been in it.
The King who had gone to strike her and the Queen who was showing her Earth technology. The Queen had been talking about him. Who was it she was referring to?
"Don't kid yourself Pan. You know full well who it is," she whispered to herself.
Queen Bulma had been talking about her son; the Prince; Trunks.
And then there was the Princess. She had been taking her around the natal unit of the palace.
It had been a dream, but had what she had seen actually happened? She wasn't sure, but there was something familiar about it: a feeling in her stomach. Or was it nausea.
Pan put her face into her hands. She didn't feel well at all. And for a saiyan to feel sick was a rare thing. Pan felt as if she was going to throw up and that was something she hadn't done since she was eleven.
Pan growled. She didn't understand. Since the earthquake, images had been unfolding in her head. Images of him... Was it like a riddle that had to be solved? Why was it always him? The gorgeous and gentle Trunks.
Pan drew a quick intake of breath. She was going too far. Yes, Trunks was gorgeous. She had got lost in his eyes when she had seen his reflection in the kitchen of Leonardo's home. And the gentle? The night before he had caressed her cheek with such tender actions.
She growled again. He had locked her up and she had to get out of here and get to Leonardo. He would know what to do.
Or would he?
Doubt had been surfacing within her thoughts during the last couple of days. Did she really love him? All he wanted to do was lead their relationship. And she couldn't remember once when they had talked through their telepathic bond. Maybe he was avoiding her.
She didn't know for sure what Leonardo or her dream was about, but she knew for sure that she had to get out of here.
Pan made her way to the gravity room door. She was still in her nightdress that reached mid thigh. She knew it was morning by her internal clock system. Her old gravity room at home had a knack in the panel by the door. It could be opened and a spark of a wire the door could be opened. She tried just this and sure enough, the door opened. She hastily stepped out and looked around her. She was in the living room.
Pan walked stealthily to the balcony doors. They were open and her escape route seemed easy. That was when she heard voices. Raised voices.
"Leonardo," she whispered.
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Trunks felt rage boil through him. The palpitations of his heart increased as he stared at the face he didn't want to see.
Leonardo. Bastard.
Trunks had been happily looking over the City on the roof when Leonardo had landed. Guards had chased him, but Trunks dismissed them. He had wanted to get rid of Leonardo personally. He had come because of Pan.
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Pan tiptoed onto the balcony, her back against the wall. They were right above her but they couldn't sense her as she had her ki suppressed. They were in the middle of a conversation.
"I know she's here," said someone. It was Leonardo.
"So what if she is?" replied the other. It was Prince Trunks.
"I want her back."
"Why?"
There was a growl from Leonardo, "You know full well why, so don't play the fool with me!"
Trunks laughed, "Well well well. Seems like you can talk rough when you want to. Pity it's to me, because I don't like it when people talk to me that way."
"I'm not scared of you," she heard Leonardo say.
"You were afraid the last time I spoke to you."
~The last time?~ Pan thought ~In Main Street? No. They didn't talk then. They must have talked together another time. I wonder why?~
"That was then. This is now. So, give her back to me."
"No."
Trunks' voice was hard and cold.
"You can't deny me of her," said Leonardo.
"Was she ever yours to deny?"
Pan's heart stopped. The palpitations just came to a halt. Her breath caught in her throat and she could hear the City sounds from below. In her head, she failed to register what Trunks had said.
What did he mean when he had said that she was never Leonardo's to deny?
She knew that the Prince was saying that she was not Leonardo's and never was.
Then whose was she?
Pictures began to swim in her head, surfacing so she could see them in front of her eyes. She bit back a moan as nausea swept throughout her like wildfire. She realised that pain was radiating from her neck. She felt for her bite mark and recoiled at the touch. It was scalding.
Pan didn't understand what was happening to her. Leonardo was her mate, she was sure of it. So, why had the Prince said that? Was he just making it up because he wanted her to stay here? The things she had seen in her dreams and visions resurfaced. Pan grabbed her head. Maybe this was the reason he was avoiding her: because she wasn't his. Pain ripped through her head, causing her to breathe heavily. She was so confused.
If it was a lie, why wasn't Leonardo denying it?
Pan listened, but there was no sound.
"I think you should leave."
Prince Trunks had said that to Leonardo. She couldn't take it anymore. She felt her stomach clenching within her, trying to push out the contents of stomach. Along with the pain from her bite mark, she couldn't endure it anymore.
Before she knew it, she was leaning over the balcony emptying the contents of her stomach. She could see grass below.
Trunks heard someone moving and looked down to the balcony. His eyes widened as he saw Pan being sick.
~How did she get out of the gravity room?~ he wondered.
He glanced at Leonardo, who was rooted to the spot staring intently at Pan. He then turned to Trunks and gave him I-knew-you-had-her look. Trunks ignored it and turned back to Pan.
She was still over the balcony.
~Morning sickness~ he thought, ~because of her pregnancy~
Trunks felt ache in his heart. He knew that Leonardo had her and he hated it. How he just wanted to beat him to a pulp and enjoy every minute of it. But he couldn't do it if Pan was involved with him. He would wait until the right moment.
He watched as Leonardo levitated down to the balcony and Trunks growled subconsciously.
Pan knew that Leonardo was behind her as she wiped her mouth. Her mouth tasted horrible as she leaned up, but she refused to turn around. She wrapped her tail around her tightly.
Leonardo touched her waist, "Baby..."
Pan seethed:
"Get your hands off me."
It wasn't a request, it was an order. Leonardo recoiled at her harsh tone of voice. Trunks stepped forward: he knew she was angry: very angry.
Pan was holding onto the edge of the balcony. She tightened her grip, her ki rising.
Leonardo stepped forward, "Pan, let's go."
Pan turned around and stared at Leonardo with cold eyes. She watched as Trunks jumped down behind Leonardo. She held eye contact with him before looking at Leonardo again.
"I'm not going anywhere with any of you," she breathed, "just leave me alone! Stop talking about me, touching me, talking to me, talking about me...you're driving me mad! Just..."
Trunks watched in alarm as she grabbed her head.
~She heard us~ he realised.
Pan looked up, tears running down her face. She sobbed.
"I don't understand, okay? Just stop doing what you're doing to me...please..."
Trunks looked to her bite mark. It had nearly faded, but at the moment it was raw red, as if it was giving her immense pain. She covered it up with her hand and produced a ki blast in the other.
"Don't follow me...I'm just a kid..."
With that, she flew off leaving a rather dazed Leonardo. Trunks followed her with his eyes until she was out of sight. He had more of an understanding than Leonardo did. Trunks knew why she had said all of those things. He only hoped she would be okay.
Leonardo turned towards him, "She heard our conversation. What's wrong with her? Why did she call herself a kid? She's seventeen."
Trunks growled and extended an arm, powering up a ki blast, "Get out of here before I do some real damage to you. You heard what she said. Stay away from her...or I'll make sure you will."
Leonardo left with fear in his eyes and Trunks slid down the balcony wall. She had heard their conversation, which meant that she had heard what he had said: that she wasn't Leonardo's. Trunks was happy about this, but now she was mortally afraid of them both.
She was confused and probably thought that they were fighting over her or something in that matter. Trunks had felt at pain when he had seen her in her vulnerable state. Her bite mark had been red raw and he knew she was in pain inside.
Why couldn't everything just be normal again? Why was it so painful? Trunks felt ache in his heart. The bond withdrawal affected him in a severe way. She had flown off in fright. He was worried for her a great deal. She thought she was fourteen, just a kid as she had said.
Where would she go now?
What would she do?
"Blast this damn amnesia!"
She was pregnant with his child too. Leonardo might be out of the way now, but Pan's old life and memories with the one who loved her more than any living thing in the universe was the furthest thing away from her. And she didn't even now it.
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