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Let Love Be Your Energy................chappie 15
Last time:
She couldn't trust any of them. Why had she believed him in the first place? His eyes just pulled her in as if she was prey.
"Pan?"
Pan put her hands in front of her and made an energy blast. It was invisible and couldn't be sensed: a special technique by her Father.
"Goodbye, My Prince."
Without warning, the ki blast was sent Trunks' way. He was thrown backwards and opened his eyes just in time to see Pan.
With arms outstretched, offering herself to the heavens above:
She jumped.
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Time seemed to freeze as she jumped, though the sun continued to set. Trunks, on the floor his eyes wide open as she bent her knees and leapt from the edge. She seemed to glide through the air as gravity began to pull her down. It seemed so graceful, but if anyone knew the living dangers below they wouldn't be smiling.
She was committing suicide, and as she began to fall from Trunks view, he knew he just couldn't watch her. Who would?
He was up on his feet, his senses perked up, love flowing through his veins. Within a quarter of a second he was near the edge of No End Pit.
He dived.
Not into the pit, but still after Pan: his mate.
As his torso landed on the ground at the edge of the pit, he slid halfway over the edge, hand outstretched.
This was it.
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Pan felt the cold, evening air rush passed her ears as she jumped. She seemed to fly upwards, gliding through the sir as if swimming through water. She looked down and saw nothing but black: this was her destiny. She felt the pull of gravity suck her down like a vacuum. She felt her body lean forward as she began to fall. She was going headfirst into her death. No, not her death, her freedom.
She seemed to be falling at an angle and as she began to fall, her body was pulled closer to the edge of the inner wall of the pit. She sort of hoped that she hit herself against the inner wall as she fell, so that she became unconscious before she actually died. Then she would be in heaven quicker.
She didn't know what happened next before it was over.
~*~*~*~*~
Trunks outstretched his hand as Pan fell past his gaze. His skin came into contact with another skin and he clasped it within his grasp.
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Pan felt someone touch her arm just before her hand as she hurtled into the pit. She gasped as it closed its grip.
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Trunks held Pan's arm tightly in his grasp as she continued to fall.
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Pan felt herself falling but her arm was left behind her still in the clasp of the other hand.
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And when Pan couldn't fall anymore because of the grip on her arm, she stopped. Just like a bungee jumper: when the cord can't stretch downwards anymore, the jumper is thrown upwards. It was like this, but without being thrown up again.
Pan felt the pull of her arm on her shoulder as she stopped, her body smacking into the inner face of the pit. She groaned in pain as her head wound reopened. Her brain screamed agony into her body.
Trunks felt her stop as well as the force on his arm. It seemed to jolt him awake, jolt his brain.
And that was when a vision unfolded in front of both of their eyes. A joint vision, though different things they saw........
Trunks gasped as he witnessed something that did not exist:
~*~*~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~
When Pan woke up, she found herself in a cell in the dungeon of the palace. The first thing that hit her was the cold. She tried to use her ki, but found she couldn't: she had a ki collar around her neck. She wrapped her arms around herself. Pan looked to the bars to see Trunks there, looking at her.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"You broke me Pan. I never knew that someone as evil and cold-hearted as you could break me. I was a fool not seeing through you. And because of you, I will be in pain until I find a mate that truly loves me. We did have a bond, but you broke away from it. I have a one sided bond within me, but I won't let it bother me for now," he answered.
Pan looked at the ground, her heart burning. She wanted to cry.
"Trunks," she said.
"It's Prince Trunks to you."
Pan didn't care. She could only say the words that couldn't save her:
"I'm sorry.".............
Trunks looked into the cell where she was. She hadn't noticed his presence yet. Pan was slumped against the wall, staring into space.
~Her time is drawing to an end~ he thought before sliding open the bars of the cell. Pan looked up at him, her slash still there. He smiled. If a wound didn't heal within three days, then it would become a scar. And it was.
"Just kill me Trunks," she murmured.
"Why?"
"I'm tired of waiting," she lied.
"Liar, you just can't stand the pain!" he exclaimed, before pulling her up roughly by the arm to study her eyes.
~I don't see fear in her eyes, or even hate. But what's that? Do I see regret? And forgiveness?~ he thought.
Pan could see that he was confused.
"Why are you sorry?" he asked.
"Because," she began, "I was a fool. I was acting like a tyrant. I didn't think, I should never have gone to help them in the war and seen you, I wish I didn't have the heart to think like that!"
"Whatever. Just to let you know that I am going to let you go back to hell in less than twenty-four hours. You can bet on that," said Trunks. He dropped her to the ground and turned to walk out before looking back at her.
Pan looked at him.
"I'll be back here in twenty hours time. I think four hours will be long enough."....
~*~*~*~*~FLASHFORWARD~*~*~*~*~
Pan closed her eyes as another vision took hold of her once again........
~*~*~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~
Sheik's hand came closer. Pan saw Gotenks coming closer and closer to her in the corner of her eye.
Pan's heart was racing. For the second time in her life, she saw the flash of her memory, her life. Her life was a tiny speck in the universe. If time lasted one hour, the saiyan race would be right at the end of it, and her life would be less than a second. She now wished she had never been wished back. That way, she wouldn't die again.
Sheik's hand was so close now, only a couple of inches away in her slow motion eyes. She held her breath.
Gotenks flew, his SS3 hair flowing behind him. He was so close, but then so was Sheik.
He pulled back his fist back, ready to punch Sheik away.
He punched her in the face, spit spraying over the ground and a blood- curdling scream filled the air.
He was too late.
He had punched Sheik, her head twisting around to face him, but her fist had met the victim.
Gotenks' eyes widened as he heard the scream. He turned his eyes away from Sheik and looked at Pan. His whole body went limp at the sight of her. He had failed.
When he had punched Sheik, he hadn't punched her in time. All he had done was make Sheik move herself to the right. She had still got Pan.
Pan's eyes were wide open, her mouth open, a small stream of blood dripping down the side. She had her hands around Sheik's arm that had gone completely through the bottom of her right lung. She looked down to see her royal blue spandex turning red with her own blood. Sheik had got her, but she was still alive. She looked up to see Sheik's face turned away from her. She understood. Gotenks had punched Sheik to stop her from killing her, but it had been to late. All it had done was give her more time to live. She would die slowly. She watched as Sheik turned towards her and smiled. Sheik pulled her hand out of Pan, laughed and flew up into the air.
Pan dropped onto her knees as tears pooled out of her eyes. The pain was unbearable, too painful to even make a noise: just to stay silent as if it was the end.
Gotenks caught her as she fell forward. He turned her over, blood covering his hand. She smiled up at his worried expression, but behind his eyes, she saw anger and hate for Sheik. He brushed the hair out of her eyes. The rain drenched her body more. She was losing a lot of blood. He picked up one of her hands and put it over the hole Sheik had caused. She winced.............
~*~*~*~*~FLASHFORWARD~*~*~*~*~
Again, time seemed to stay still as the vision ended for both Pan and Trunks. They could both feel the pull of gravity on their bodies. Trunks was on the edge, holding onto Pan's arm. Pan was hanging, Trunks' hand the only thing saving her from her death. Both had dazed expressions on their faces while they were thinking about what they had seen.
~What was that I saw?~ though Trunks.
It had been in the Palace, in the basement. Pan was inside one of the cells in the dungeon. Why? She had had a ki collar on her neck and he had been staring at her. They had talked. Visions could be of the future or the past, or relating to something that had happened while they were alive. Trunks remembered looking at her in the vision: she didn't have a bite mark and he had even said that she wasn't his mate. Then it must have been the past. But how? That couldn't be right. Nothing of the sort had ever happened.
He had even said that he was going to kill her, and she had begged for death to come quickly. It didn't make sense, it didn't make sense at all.
Why had he even seen it? He looked down to Pan, her face in utter bewilderment.
~What was that?~ thought Pan was she remembered all she had seen.
It was that girl again, that alien that she had seen in a vision at the palace. The cold, red eyes and the pure blonde hair. She had been holding her by the shoulder and had drawn her fist back. A tear fell form Pan's eye. The girl's hand had gone straight through her body and Pan seemed to feel that pain within her. Witnessing the vision had been a horrible experience.
Why had the girl stabbed her with her hand? And who was that person, the saiyan in brilliant blonde with the emerald eyes and long golden hair? He had tried to save her from the girls' death punch. She closed her eyes.
She had fallen onto her knees as blood had rushed out of her wound and he had knelt next to her, holding her. She remembered peering into his eyes, the eyes that were concerned for her wellbeing but full of anger and hatred for the girl who had done this to her. Those eyes, so familiar.
She opened her eyes and gasped. They were Trunks' eyes. The shape of them, the intensity of them. He had saved her! But when she remembered the other parts of his face, she frowned. Trunks didn't have a rounded face, but a more sculptured one. His mouth wasn't that wide or cheeky looking either. She saw beyond the face and saw the earrings on their ears. She knew she had seen them somewhere before, and had heard about the use of them...something about fusion...
Trunks and Goten! She knew she had recognised the mouth. They had fused together! To fight the girl? Probably.
But why had the girl killed her? She had been beating her to a pulp in the other vision. It didn't make sense.
Again, Trunks had been in the vision, always him. Just like the rest of the visions or scenes that her brain had made up. Doubt rose into her mind. Were her brain really making these up?
Somehow, this vision didn't seem like it was made up. It seemed real, as if it had happened before. It didn't make sense, but she knew it did. And always Trunks. Was her mind trying to tell her something?
That was when she felt the pull of the gravity, trying to pull her down, but something, someone, was holding her.
Pan looked up and saw Trunks' face looking at her. From the look in his eyes, she knew he had seen a vision. But he had saved her.
Trunks saw her tears and realised that what she had seen had moved her. He gritted his teeth as the pull of gravity became stronger and stronger.
Pan began to struggle: she wanted to die.
But then she looked down and felt once again the pull of gravity that seemed to want to tear her limbs from her body. A frightened gasp escaped her throat and she looked up at Trunks who was trying to pull her up.
She couldn't go through with it now, she needed to get onto safe ground. She manoeuvred her hand and clutched his arm. He smiled at her weakly.
"Don't move," he told her as he began to pull her up. But the gravity seemed to be stronger than anything her had ever trained in. She seemed to hardly move.
She averted her gaze before speaking.
"Who am I Trunks?"
Trunks looked down at her in confusion.
"Who..." she looked up to him, their eyes connecting, "who am I?"
"Pan..."
She interrupted him, as if in her own world, "Why do I keep having these visions? These scenes? These images in my head?"
Her questions seemed rhetorical.
"Why did I just have a vision now that has bewildered me completely? What did it mean? What was it trying to tell me? Why are you always in it?"
She tightened her grip on his arm.
"What did it mean when you said to Leonardo that I was never his to deny?" Her voice seemed to break.
"Pan, I don't understand. What are you saying?"
Pan looked down and wished that she hadn't. Her shoulder was in pain. She could feel Trunks pulling her up slightly.
She looked to his eyes again, the eyes that seemed to capture her increasingly each time she gazed into their oceanic blueness.
"I feel...I had this thought that you were somehow connected to me."
Trunks breath caught in his throat. He loved her so much and what she had said seemed to burst energy into his veins.
"Pan...I..." he paused, "You mean, and you are, more to me than what seems."
She turned her head so their eyes broke connection. Why had he said that? What did it mean? Did he care for her? She suddenly began to fall down and looked up at Trunks who still held desperately onto her. Pan gripped Trunks arm with her other hand to make it easier. He began to pull her up again, the strain taking its toll on both of them.
"I'm so confused Trunks: that's why I wanted to die; to get rid of the confusion and the hurt inside. I'm...mated to someone who I hardly seem to know and there's a force within me that I can't put anywhere. It's as if I'm being told to go with someone else."
Trunks looked at her intently. He couldn't resist her anymore. His body was begging him to tell her the truth, to hold her in his arms, to tell her that everything was alright. He pulled her up again and she was surprised when she finally began to see the safety of the ground. Just one more pull and she would be up. Just one more pull and Trunks would lose all self- control.
He pulled and then put his other hand under her arm to pull her up. Pan gritted her teeth in pain as the gravity still pulled her down. She felt Trunks pull her up from under her arms, but she wasn't prepared for what happened next.
Trunks pulled her up, battling against the gravity and when she was close enough to be hoisted over the edge onto safe ground, he pulled her closer to him.
And Pan gasped when soft lips met hers.
It seemed that time had frozen again, but only for Pan. She froze with shock and disbelief at the action. She didn't know what to do as the lips moved gently over hers. He seemed to be begging her to kiss back. Pan didn't know what to do, but she knew what she felt. She felt a rising passion emanating from him, a strong urgency towards her...and she began to feel it too.
Pan closed her eyes and slowly moved her lips against his. It seemed right and as she kissed with more force, it felt more as if it was meant to be. It began as such a soft kiss, his warm lips barely brushing hers. But the soft kisses developed into slow shivery kisses and then into white-hot ones.
As the kiss became filled with more intensity, Trunks used what he had left of his strength to pull her up out of the pit, the immense strength of the gravity finally lifted off his soldiers. They both felt as light as air, but their kiss was nothing of the sort.
Trunks pulled her as close as possible, although it was quite difficult when they were both on their knees on the edge of No End Pit. He couldn't resist his feelings anymore, he needed her now that he knew just how vulnerable she was with a different memory to the truth. Her soft lips caressed his with intense feelings that she probably didn't even knew existed. He moved his thumb over her cheek, his other hand on her waist as she moaned into his mouth.
Pan couldn't resist moaning at the feelings she was receiving. She dug her hands into his hair, surprised at the silkiness of it. It was utter bliss, as if she was releasing all of her fears and her obscure emotions with one single kiss. She had never felt anything so right, so just in her life. She needed more of it. She was feeding on the satisfaction that it gave her.
The kiss seemed to awaken them both. Trunks to the fact that he would get her back, that she would remember all that they had and that they could continue living in the lifestyle that they had both loved because of their love for each other. Pan to the fact that somehow she didn't need to kill herself to release emotions and that she would find the answer to her problems even if they were as close as her heart or as far as the missing piece in her very own soul. Their saiyan tails found each other and connected.
As they both parted for breath, they looked into each other's eyes. It was intense, onyx and sapphire blue clashed together yet so matched. Trunks caressed her cheek and Pan breathed deeply. They closed the gap between them again, their lips in a frenzy of desire. Everywhere he touched felt like fire.
And then it was shattered as a scene opened in front of their eyes............
~*~*~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~
Trunks was about to go and fly out of the window to see if the main control tower had detected a ship when Pan saw her chance. She breathed in and ran to Trunks. When she was behind him, she grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. He was startled, but relaxed when she crushed her lips to his, taking in his taste one last time. One of her hands was on his shoulder and the other on his chest. She slowly drew back the hand that was on his chest; back; back. She pulled his head down harder to kiss her and then she punched her hand forward.
Trunks broke the kiss and gasped out in pain as her hand went right through his chest, crushing the ribs in the way, right through his lungs and part of his heart. The feeling of being turn inside out was true this time, the pain of being flooded with your own blood. Pan twisted her hand around causing Trunks to gasp out again. Pan could feel his warm blood soaking through her spandex onto her skin. His blood gushed out of the open wounds on both sides of his body. Pan's hand could be seen coming out of the other side of Trunks.
A load of emotions were going through her head: anger, hate and wonder. She had done it. She stared at her hand before looking up at Trunks' astonished face: his eyes wide and his breathing ragged. Her head was level with his shoulder, but her eyes were looking up at him, defined and they looked pure evil and satisfied with her lips turned upwards at one end. She chuckled. He clutched the hand that was inside of him and tried to prise it out, but she held steady.
She transformed into a super saiyan. Trunks' eyes widened even more.
"There's a lot that you don't know about me Trunks," she said. She withdrew her blood soaked hand from him and he put his hands over the wound. The pain was too much. He could feel himself beginning to black out, the room going round and round in his mind. Flashes of his life went before his very own eyes as quick as a second.
"W...why Panny?" he gurgled as blood seeped out of his mouth, "I did nothing wrong. Wer...were those t...times we had fake?"
He coughed up more blood before looking at her for one last time. He fell onto his knees, limp...and then he fell to the floor,
Dead.
His ki completely gone.
Pan looked at his body on the floor, a big puddle of blood forming underneath. She smiled, a sadistic and satanic smirk that didn't seem to faze from her face.........
~*~*~*~*~FLASHFORWARD~*~*~*~*~
They parted as quick as the dead, both gasping in shock and moving slowly away from each other on the sandy terrain. All you could hear was their breathing: their quick and shallow breathing. It was in rhythm with each other. They looked at each other, astonishment, disbelief and confusion clearly written on their faces.
"What..." Pan seemed unable to speak, "what was that?"
"It was you and me and..."
"I mean, why did we see that? It was like a vision, a...like what I've been seeing. The same type of thing but...never that bad..."
"That wasn't the past, could it be..."
Pan gasped, "Don't think that, I...would never do that...I can't even turn super saiyan. Why...why did we have to see that?"
"I don't know." Trunks got up and then went to Pan where he pulled her up, "I shouldn't have said that: you wouldn't do that, it wouldn't be the future."
"It's just," Pan seemed to be worked up and was quivering, "the thought of it: it makes me feel sick."
Trunks averted his gaze as he thought about it. Pan's hand, straight through his body, ripping the flesh from within. He closed his eyes. It seemed too much to handle. What would you feel like if you had just seen yourself murdered by the one you love and cherish above all else?
What was with the visions that he knew didn't exist? Was his mind toying with his sentiments? It didn't make sense.
But he hoped it did soon.
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So what d'ya think? You'll find out why they saw the visions next chapter. This fic is dark and it's getting darker! Plz r/r! ~*~*~dragon agility~*~*~
I admit that I was going to wait a few more days until I posted this, but I couldn't leave you hanging on! I'm sorry for being soooooo evil!!! ^_~ Enjoy!
Here is the next chappie! This is where the plot starts to really sink in. I hope you like it!
Let Love Be Your Energy................chappie 15
Last time:
She couldn't trust any of them. Why had she believed him in the first place? His eyes just pulled her in as if she was prey.
"Pan?"
Pan put her hands in front of her and made an energy blast. It was invisible and couldn't be sensed: a special technique by her Father.
"Goodbye, My Prince."
Without warning, the ki blast was sent Trunks' way. He was thrown backwards and opened his eyes just in time to see Pan.
With arms outstretched, offering herself to the heavens above:
She jumped.
~*~
Time seemed to freeze as she jumped, though the sun continued to set. Trunks, on the floor his eyes wide open as she bent her knees and leapt from the edge. She seemed to glide through the air as gravity began to pull her down. It seemed so graceful, but if anyone knew the living dangers below they wouldn't be smiling.
She was committing suicide, and as she began to fall from Trunks view, he knew he just couldn't watch her. Who would?
He was up on his feet, his senses perked up, love flowing through his veins. Within a quarter of a second he was near the edge of No End Pit.
He dived.
Not into the pit, but still after Pan: his mate.
As his torso landed on the ground at the edge of the pit, he slid halfway over the edge, hand outstretched.
This was it.
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Pan felt the cold, evening air rush passed her ears as she jumped. She seemed to fly upwards, gliding through the sir as if swimming through water. She looked down and saw nothing but black: this was her destiny. She felt the pull of gravity suck her down like a vacuum. She felt her body lean forward as she began to fall. She was going headfirst into her death. No, not her death, her freedom.
She seemed to be falling at an angle and as she began to fall, her body was pulled closer to the edge of the inner wall of the pit. She sort of hoped that she hit herself against the inner wall as she fell, so that she became unconscious before she actually died. Then she would be in heaven quicker.
She didn't know what happened next before it was over.
~*~*~*~*~
Trunks outstretched his hand as Pan fell past his gaze. His skin came into contact with another skin and he clasped it within his grasp.
~*~*~*~*~
Pan felt someone touch her arm just before her hand as she hurtled into the pit. She gasped as it closed its grip.
~*~*~*~*~
Trunks held Pan's arm tightly in his grasp as she continued to fall.
~*~*~*~*~
Pan felt herself falling but her arm was left behind her still in the clasp of the other hand.
~*~*~*~*~
And when Pan couldn't fall anymore because of the grip on her arm, she stopped. Just like a bungee jumper: when the cord can't stretch downwards anymore, the jumper is thrown upwards. It was like this, but without being thrown up again.
Pan felt the pull of her arm on her shoulder as she stopped, her body smacking into the inner face of the pit. She groaned in pain as her head wound reopened. Her brain screamed agony into her body.
Trunks felt her stop as well as the force on his arm. It seemed to jolt him awake, jolt his brain.
And that was when a vision unfolded in front of both of their eyes. A joint vision, though different things they saw........
Trunks gasped as he witnessed something that did not exist:
~*~*~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~
When Pan woke up, she found herself in a cell in the dungeon of the palace. The first thing that hit her was the cold. She tried to use her ki, but found she couldn't: she had a ki collar around her neck. She wrapped her arms around herself. Pan looked to the bars to see Trunks there, looking at her.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"You broke me Pan. I never knew that someone as evil and cold-hearted as you could break me. I was a fool not seeing through you. And because of you, I will be in pain until I find a mate that truly loves me. We did have a bond, but you broke away from it. I have a one sided bond within me, but I won't let it bother me for now," he answered.
Pan looked at the ground, her heart burning. She wanted to cry.
"Trunks," she said.
"It's Prince Trunks to you."
Pan didn't care. She could only say the words that couldn't save her:
"I'm sorry.".............
Trunks looked into the cell where she was. She hadn't noticed his presence yet. Pan was slumped against the wall, staring into space.
~Her time is drawing to an end~ he thought before sliding open the bars of the cell. Pan looked up at him, her slash still there. He smiled. If a wound didn't heal within three days, then it would become a scar. And it was.
"Just kill me Trunks," she murmured.
"Why?"
"I'm tired of waiting," she lied.
"Liar, you just can't stand the pain!" he exclaimed, before pulling her up roughly by the arm to study her eyes.
~I don't see fear in her eyes, or even hate. But what's that? Do I see regret? And forgiveness?~ he thought.
Pan could see that he was confused.
"Why are you sorry?" he asked.
"Because," she began, "I was a fool. I was acting like a tyrant. I didn't think, I should never have gone to help them in the war and seen you, I wish I didn't have the heart to think like that!"
"Whatever. Just to let you know that I am going to let you go back to hell in less than twenty-four hours. You can bet on that," said Trunks. He dropped her to the ground and turned to walk out before looking back at her.
Pan looked at him.
"I'll be back here in twenty hours time. I think four hours will be long enough."....
~*~*~*~*~FLASHFORWARD~*~*~*~*~
Pan closed her eyes as another vision took hold of her once again........
~*~*~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~
Sheik's hand came closer. Pan saw Gotenks coming closer and closer to her in the corner of her eye.
Pan's heart was racing. For the second time in her life, she saw the flash of her memory, her life. Her life was a tiny speck in the universe. If time lasted one hour, the saiyan race would be right at the end of it, and her life would be less than a second. She now wished she had never been wished back. That way, she wouldn't die again.
Sheik's hand was so close now, only a couple of inches away in her slow motion eyes. She held her breath.
Gotenks flew, his SS3 hair flowing behind him. He was so close, but then so was Sheik.
He pulled back his fist back, ready to punch Sheik away.
He punched her in the face, spit spraying over the ground and a blood- curdling scream filled the air.
He was too late.
He had punched Sheik, her head twisting around to face him, but her fist had met the victim.
Gotenks' eyes widened as he heard the scream. He turned his eyes away from Sheik and looked at Pan. His whole body went limp at the sight of her. He had failed.
When he had punched Sheik, he hadn't punched her in time. All he had done was make Sheik move herself to the right. She had still got Pan.
Pan's eyes were wide open, her mouth open, a small stream of blood dripping down the side. She had her hands around Sheik's arm that had gone completely through the bottom of her right lung. She looked down to see her royal blue spandex turning red with her own blood. Sheik had got her, but she was still alive. She looked up to see Sheik's face turned away from her. She understood. Gotenks had punched Sheik to stop her from killing her, but it had been to late. All it had done was give her more time to live. She would die slowly. She watched as Sheik turned towards her and smiled. Sheik pulled her hand out of Pan, laughed and flew up into the air.
Pan dropped onto her knees as tears pooled out of her eyes. The pain was unbearable, too painful to even make a noise: just to stay silent as if it was the end.
Gotenks caught her as she fell forward. He turned her over, blood covering his hand. She smiled up at his worried expression, but behind his eyes, she saw anger and hate for Sheik. He brushed the hair out of her eyes. The rain drenched her body more. She was losing a lot of blood. He picked up one of her hands and put it over the hole Sheik had caused. She winced.............
~*~*~*~*~FLASHFORWARD~*~*~*~*~
Again, time seemed to stay still as the vision ended for both Pan and Trunks. They could both feel the pull of gravity on their bodies. Trunks was on the edge, holding onto Pan's arm. Pan was hanging, Trunks' hand the only thing saving her from her death. Both had dazed expressions on their faces while they were thinking about what they had seen.
~What was that I saw?~ though Trunks.
It had been in the Palace, in the basement. Pan was inside one of the cells in the dungeon. Why? She had had a ki collar on her neck and he had been staring at her. They had talked. Visions could be of the future or the past, or relating to something that had happened while they were alive. Trunks remembered looking at her in the vision: she didn't have a bite mark and he had even said that she wasn't his mate. Then it must have been the past. But how? That couldn't be right. Nothing of the sort had ever happened.
He had even said that he was going to kill her, and she had begged for death to come quickly. It didn't make sense, it didn't make sense at all.
Why had he even seen it? He looked down to Pan, her face in utter bewilderment.
~What was that?~ thought Pan was she remembered all she had seen.
It was that girl again, that alien that she had seen in a vision at the palace. The cold, red eyes and the pure blonde hair. She had been holding her by the shoulder and had drawn her fist back. A tear fell form Pan's eye. The girl's hand had gone straight through her body and Pan seemed to feel that pain within her. Witnessing the vision had been a horrible experience.
Why had the girl stabbed her with her hand? And who was that person, the saiyan in brilliant blonde with the emerald eyes and long golden hair? He had tried to save her from the girls' death punch. She closed her eyes.
She had fallen onto her knees as blood had rushed out of her wound and he had knelt next to her, holding her. She remembered peering into his eyes, the eyes that were concerned for her wellbeing but full of anger and hatred for the girl who had done this to her. Those eyes, so familiar.
She opened her eyes and gasped. They were Trunks' eyes. The shape of them, the intensity of them. He had saved her! But when she remembered the other parts of his face, she frowned. Trunks didn't have a rounded face, but a more sculptured one. His mouth wasn't that wide or cheeky looking either. She saw beyond the face and saw the earrings on their ears. She knew she had seen them somewhere before, and had heard about the use of them...something about fusion...
Trunks and Goten! She knew she had recognised the mouth. They had fused together! To fight the girl? Probably.
But why had the girl killed her? She had been beating her to a pulp in the other vision. It didn't make sense.
Again, Trunks had been in the vision, always him. Just like the rest of the visions or scenes that her brain had made up. Doubt rose into her mind. Were her brain really making these up?
Somehow, this vision didn't seem like it was made up. It seemed real, as if it had happened before. It didn't make sense, but she knew it did. And always Trunks. Was her mind trying to tell her something?
That was when she felt the pull of the gravity, trying to pull her down, but something, someone, was holding her.
Pan looked up and saw Trunks' face looking at her. From the look in his eyes, she knew he had seen a vision. But he had saved her.
Trunks saw her tears and realised that what she had seen had moved her. He gritted his teeth as the pull of gravity became stronger and stronger.
Pan began to struggle: she wanted to die.
But then she looked down and felt once again the pull of gravity that seemed to want to tear her limbs from her body. A frightened gasp escaped her throat and she looked up at Trunks who was trying to pull her up.
She couldn't go through with it now, she needed to get onto safe ground. She manoeuvred her hand and clutched his arm. He smiled at her weakly.
"Don't move," he told her as he began to pull her up. But the gravity seemed to be stronger than anything her had ever trained in. She seemed to hardly move.
She averted her gaze before speaking.
"Who am I Trunks?"
Trunks looked down at her in confusion.
"Who..." she looked up to him, their eyes connecting, "who am I?"
"Pan..."
She interrupted him, as if in her own world, "Why do I keep having these visions? These scenes? These images in my head?"
Her questions seemed rhetorical.
"Why did I just have a vision now that has bewildered me completely? What did it mean? What was it trying to tell me? Why are you always in it?"
She tightened her grip on his arm.
"What did it mean when you said to Leonardo that I was never his to deny?" Her voice seemed to break.
"Pan, I don't understand. What are you saying?"
Pan looked down and wished that she hadn't. Her shoulder was in pain. She could feel Trunks pulling her up slightly.
She looked to his eyes again, the eyes that seemed to capture her increasingly each time she gazed into their oceanic blueness.
"I feel...I had this thought that you were somehow connected to me."
Trunks breath caught in his throat. He loved her so much and what she had said seemed to burst energy into his veins.
"Pan...I..." he paused, "You mean, and you are, more to me than what seems."
She turned her head so their eyes broke connection. Why had he said that? What did it mean? Did he care for her? She suddenly began to fall down and looked up at Trunks who still held desperately onto her. Pan gripped Trunks arm with her other hand to make it easier. He began to pull her up again, the strain taking its toll on both of them.
"I'm so confused Trunks: that's why I wanted to die; to get rid of the confusion and the hurt inside. I'm...mated to someone who I hardly seem to know and there's a force within me that I can't put anywhere. It's as if I'm being told to go with someone else."
Trunks looked at her intently. He couldn't resist her anymore. His body was begging him to tell her the truth, to hold her in his arms, to tell her that everything was alright. He pulled her up again and she was surprised when she finally began to see the safety of the ground. Just one more pull and she would be up. Just one more pull and Trunks would lose all self- control.
He pulled and then put his other hand under her arm to pull her up. Pan gritted her teeth in pain as the gravity still pulled her down. She felt Trunks pull her up from under her arms, but she wasn't prepared for what happened next.
Trunks pulled her up, battling against the gravity and when she was close enough to be hoisted over the edge onto safe ground, he pulled her closer to him.
And Pan gasped when soft lips met hers.
It seemed that time had frozen again, but only for Pan. She froze with shock and disbelief at the action. She didn't know what to do as the lips moved gently over hers. He seemed to be begging her to kiss back. Pan didn't know what to do, but she knew what she felt. She felt a rising passion emanating from him, a strong urgency towards her...and she began to feel it too.
Pan closed her eyes and slowly moved her lips against his. It seemed right and as she kissed with more force, it felt more as if it was meant to be. It began as such a soft kiss, his warm lips barely brushing hers. But the soft kisses developed into slow shivery kisses and then into white-hot ones.
As the kiss became filled with more intensity, Trunks used what he had left of his strength to pull her up out of the pit, the immense strength of the gravity finally lifted off his soldiers. They both felt as light as air, but their kiss was nothing of the sort.
Trunks pulled her as close as possible, although it was quite difficult when they were both on their knees on the edge of No End Pit. He couldn't resist his feelings anymore, he needed her now that he knew just how vulnerable she was with a different memory to the truth. Her soft lips caressed his with intense feelings that she probably didn't even knew existed. He moved his thumb over her cheek, his other hand on her waist as she moaned into his mouth.
Pan couldn't resist moaning at the feelings she was receiving. She dug her hands into his hair, surprised at the silkiness of it. It was utter bliss, as if she was releasing all of her fears and her obscure emotions with one single kiss. She had never felt anything so right, so just in her life. She needed more of it. She was feeding on the satisfaction that it gave her.
The kiss seemed to awaken them both. Trunks to the fact that he would get her back, that she would remember all that they had and that they could continue living in the lifestyle that they had both loved because of their love for each other. Pan to the fact that somehow she didn't need to kill herself to release emotions and that she would find the answer to her problems even if they were as close as her heart or as far as the missing piece in her very own soul. Their saiyan tails found each other and connected.
As they both parted for breath, they looked into each other's eyes. It was intense, onyx and sapphire blue clashed together yet so matched. Trunks caressed her cheek and Pan breathed deeply. They closed the gap between them again, their lips in a frenzy of desire. Everywhere he touched felt like fire.
And then it was shattered as a scene opened in front of their eyes............
~*~*~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~
Trunks was about to go and fly out of the window to see if the main control tower had detected a ship when Pan saw her chance. She breathed in and ran to Trunks. When she was behind him, she grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. He was startled, but relaxed when she crushed her lips to his, taking in his taste one last time. One of her hands was on his shoulder and the other on his chest. She slowly drew back the hand that was on his chest; back; back. She pulled his head down harder to kiss her and then she punched her hand forward.
Trunks broke the kiss and gasped out in pain as her hand went right through his chest, crushing the ribs in the way, right through his lungs and part of his heart. The feeling of being turn inside out was true this time, the pain of being flooded with your own blood. Pan twisted her hand around causing Trunks to gasp out again. Pan could feel his warm blood soaking through her spandex onto her skin. His blood gushed out of the open wounds on both sides of his body. Pan's hand could be seen coming out of the other side of Trunks.
A load of emotions were going through her head: anger, hate and wonder. She had done it. She stared at her hand before looking up at Trunks' astonished face: his eyes wide and his breathing ragged. Her head was level with his shoulder, but her eyes were looking up at him, defined and they looked pure evil and satisfied with her lips turned upwards at one end. She chuckled. He clutched the hand that was inside of him and tried to prise it out, but she held steady.
She transformed into a super saiyan. Trunks' eyes widened even more.
"There's a lot that you don't know about me Trunks," she said. She withdrew her blood soaked hand from him and he put his hands over the wound. The pain was too much. He could feel himself beginning to black out, the room going round and round in his mind. Flashes of his life went before his very own eyes as quick as a second.
"W...why Panny?" he gurgled as blood seeped out of his mouth, "I did nothing wrong. Wer...were those t...times we had fake?"
He coughed up more blood before looking at her for one last time. He fell onto his knees, limp...and then he fell to the floor,
Dead.
His ki completely gone.
Pan looked at his body on the floor, a big puddle of blood forming underneath. She smiled, a sadistic and satanic smirk that didn't seem to faze from her face.........
~*~*~*~*~FLASHFORWARD~*~*~*~*~
They parted as quick as the dead, both gasping in shock and moving slowly away from each other on the sandy terrain. All you could hear was their breathing: their quick and shallow breathing. It was in rhythm with each other. They looked at each other, astonishment, disbelief and confusion clearly written on their faces.
"What..." Pan seemed unable to speak, "what was that?"
"It was you and me and..."
"I mean, why did we see that? It was like a vision, a...like what I've been seeing. The same type of thing but...never that bad..."
"That wasn't the past, could it be..."
Pan gasped, "Don't think that, I...would never do that...I can't even turn super saiyan. Why...why did we have to see that?"
"I don't know." Trunks got up and then went to Pan where he pulled her up, "I shouldn't have said that: you wouldn't do that, it wouldn't be the future."
"It's just," Pan seemed to be worked up and was quivering, "the thought of it: it makes me feel sick."
Trunks averted his gaze as he thought about it. Pan's hand, straight through his body, ripping the flesh from within. He closed his eyes. It seemed too much to handle. What would you feel like if you had just seen yourself murdered by the one you love and cherish above all else?
What was with the visions that he knew didn't exist? Was his mind toying with his sentiments? It didn't make sense.
But he hoped it did soon.
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So what d'ya think? You'll find out why they saw the visions next chapter. This fic is dark and it's getting darker! Plz r/r! ~*~*~dragon agility~*~*~