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If you thought last chapter 'hang on, why did they have a flashback of something that doesn't exist?' ...then this chapter explains all.
Let Love Be Your Energy............chapter 16
Last time:
"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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It was completely dark now. The hot sun had disappeared below the horizon that seemed to stretched for miles without being disturbed by any terrain. Above, the sky was beginning to turn to its darkest shade, the stars just about visible. The moon was providing the only light, giving the dusty terrain around them a silvery glow.
The two saiyans were sat apart from each other by a metre or so. They were both sitting on the ground, their eyes avoiding each other. There was silence between them, as if they were unable to speak.
Pan shifted on the ground. It was getting cold and she could feel the icy wind penetrate through her spandex. In front of her was the pit, where she had tried to commit suicide not long ago. She shivered and looked to her right.
Trunks was there, looking into the pit. He had his knees drawn to his chest, his arms around them. His tail was behind him, twitching every so often. She could tell he was cold, although his face was set and his expression was of deep concentration.
The wind was ruffling his lavender locks across his face, obscuring her view of his eyes. For some unknown reason, she had discovered that looking into his eyes seemed to spread a warmth throughout her body that seemed to calm her down.
Pan wondered what he was thinking. She had a good idea: the same thing she was thinking. The vision they had both witnessed. She shivered again as she replayed flashes of it in her mind. She didn't want to think about it, but it was difficult. After witnessing the vision they had talked briefly about it until silence took hold. A word had not been uttered since, not even a whisper.
The moonlight gave Trunks a silvery glow, which seemed to give him an effect of brilliance. She bit her lip as she averted her gaze. He had kissed her. The thought made her flush red in the face. She wanted to question him: to ask why he had done it. She remembered all of his gentle actions, the gentle caresses of his hands against her skin, his gentle though experienced mouth against hers and the bliss she had felt.
She blushed more. She felt like a typical teenager: here she was, fourteen years old kissing a nineteen-year-old saiyan, the Prince.
~Do I feel infatuated by him?~ she thought.
She looked to him again.
~No~ she concluded, ~I just feel...grown up~
Pan remembered all that Senai had told her. Was Trunks the person that the Lover's card had shown to her? She wasn't sure, but she now knew that she wouldn't kiss him again. She needed to clear her head, and suicide wasn't the answer. Neither was love at the moment.
She needed to be on her own and sort out her thoughts, clear her head. She yawned. She didn't know if she should leave or stay until he left. They would go their separate ways, but she felt as if she had to leave when he felt it was the time to leave. Why she felt it, she didn't know.
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Trunks could feel Pan's eyes on him, but he didn't move his head to look at her. He was too busy thinking about the recent events.
~Pan~ he thought.
She had tried to commit suicide, but he had saved her. And then he had kissed her.
Trunks remembered just losing control of himself. It was as there was a thread of string within him and it had just snapped, making him unable to control his emotions. He hadn't been able to take it anymore. They had been separated for around two weeks and two weeks for him was a long time. She didn't know who he was, how he loved her with all of his heart and soul, how he cared for her and hoped that she could remember him and love him once again.
It was as if she had been offering him her lips when he had lowered his lips to hers on the edge of the pit. He knew this wasn't true but his mind and his heart had made it true. He had wanted her so much and he had felt bliss when their lips had joined. All their actions had flooded back everything to Trunks. She was still the same person, though her mind was living her a different life.
He had begun to forget how her kisses ignited fire within him. He needed her to survive. They had parted and looked into each other's eyes before continuing as if the world revolved around only them.
She was carrying his child and Trunks felt pride well up inside of him. He had always wanted to be a Father and he didn't think it would happen so soon. He wanted to be there for her at all stages of her pregnancy, to care for her and attend to her needs. He wanted to experience the hot-tempered pregnant Pan. He had felt the baby's ki when they had been heated in a lock-lip, how its ki seemed to rise slightly as if it knew its Father was there.
He loved Pan, he loved her so much. He hadn't wanted the kiss to end and if it had, it wanted it to have ended differently. They had been forced apart by fear and disbelief. Trunks swallowed. The vision.
He replayed parts of it repeatedly in his head. He could almost feel his skin being pierced, as if it was truly happening.
What was the vision? Visions were connected to the past, present, future, a forewarning or something that a person desired. Did Pan really hate him so much that she would want to kill him?
~Stop it~ he told his brain, ~she would never do that, she isn't the type of person to do that~
Then what was it? It was sick and Trunks could feel his insides churning. He glanced over to Pan. She wasn't looking anymore. He could tell she was as cold as he was. No saiyan could withstand the coldness of the deserts at night.
Trunks got up and walked over to her. She didn't know he was there until he was right beside her. He held out his hand and she took it. He pulled her up. Pan could feel his warmth emanating from his body. She looked up to him, making eye connection.
"Sweet dreams," he whispered, before he knocked her unconscious. She went limp in his arms. He picked her up and strengthened his ki to keep them both warm as he flew up into the sky towards home.
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Meanwhile, far away from Vegeta-sei; in fact in another dimension, three saiyans were looking down.
It was heaven, the saiyan heaven. Kakarott, Gohan and Videl were all standing, looking down over the edge of heaven. They could see all that was happening on Vegeta-sei and into the minds of their loved ones.
Videl turned away. She couldn't watch anymore. Her daughter was confused, trying to kill herself, trying to be set free. It was painful. A hand squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. She turned to see Gohan and she smiled at him as he pulled her into an embrace.
"It's okay," he whispered to her. She held onto him tightly, before smiling at him and sitting down on the ground. To her, heaven was an eternal life of paradise. Nothing could beat it. The sun always shined, fluffy clouds lined the sky, flowers brightened up every surrounding, birds chirped and everyone got along. It was such peace that she hoped that this type of peace would be restored to Pan's heart.
"Father?" said Gohan as he joined him again looking down upon their planet.
"Yes Gohan?" replied Kakarott. He turned towards his son. Gohan knew that he was as worried as he and Videl were about the happenings on Vegeta-sei.
"Do you think she'll be okay?"
The question hung for a few moments.
"I don't know."
Gohan sighed, "So much has happened. Her amnesia is driving her to extremes. She tried to kill herself, thinking that she'll be free; not knowing that she can be free with Trunks. She's remembering parts of her life and it's confusing her."
"That's to be expected, Son. As long as Trunks still has her in his heart, she should be okay."
"He had her in his heart, but she still tried to end her life."
"Something is telling me that Pan isn't completely herself. I told you a while ago that I was worried about the near future. There is a weird atmosphere surrounding my heart. I can feel it. There is like a disturbance on the planet. A force, a wickedness. I think that this is making everything worse," said Kakarott.
"It must be true, Father, because they both saw something that doesn't exist."
"I know," said Kakarott, "Trunks saw the time when he locked Pan up for murdering him and Pan saw the time when she was locked up by Trunks for murdering him. They shouldn't be seeing this. The memories don't exist. The Dragon deleted them from all of existence on Earth. Even Pan who is remembering her past life shouldn't be seeing something that doesn't exist. She should be seeing the memories that show that she fell in love with Trunks without any murder plan or escapades in hell. Something isn't right."
"I know. I'm worried for her; I'm worried for both of them. She's pregnant to which makes it even worse. All Trunks wants is to have her back, and all Pan wants is to know what is going on. They even saw the worst one of all, when Pan murdered him."
Kakarott looked to his son, "They shouldn't be seeing that either. That doesn't exist. Because of what they've seen, they're going to be further apart than before."
"What is making them see all of these past memories that don't exist?"
"It's the evil Gohan, the wickedness on Vegeta-sei. Don't you feel it? It's been there for a while. It's doing things Gohan. The evil belongs to someone and that someone is making them see these memories in their head. Someone made the Earthquake happen, someone made Pan get hit and get amnesia, someone made sure that Trunks saw her kissing her ex, someone made sure that they stayed apart. Someone made sure that Pan didn't die today, someone made sure they saw those memories. The evil is making sure they're driven apart."
"But," said Gohan, "there's only one being who could know of the memories, only one who might have been strong enough to resist the Dragon from wiping their memory. But it can't be."
"It has to be."
"Sheik..." whispered Videl.
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As Trunks landed on the balcony, he felt Pan stir in his arms. He looked at her angelic face and wished he could look into her eyes for the rest of eternity. He balanced her in one of his arms as he opened the balcony door. He walked in and switched on the lights to dim. Trunks walked to one of the spare rooms, holding her close, where he carefully lay her on the bed.
She stirred again, as if trying to become comfortable on the silky sheets. Trunks knelt down beside the bed, looking at her. Her head tilted in his direction where it stayed. His sharp sight allowed him to see her quite clearly in the dark.
He was looking directly at her now, studying her face. She was flawless: always had been. What first attracted him to her were her eyes. She seemed to pull him in as if he was her prey. Her good looks and personality had decided for Trunks that he would get as close to her as possible. They had eventually become mates, after the big battle with Sheik. He loved her so much.
He lifted his hands to gently caress her soft cheek. He could feel her warm breath against his palm as he traced her jawbone. A stray lock of her hair had fallen onto her face. He tucked it behind her ear, remembering the silkiness of it. She had cut her hair short to the length of just above her shoulders around a month ago and it was beginning to grow long again.
He smiled as he remembered the memory of when she had come home with her hair short. He had found her sexy. Her real hair length was down to her waist but she never liked it that long. She'd let it grow down to her mid- back and then cut it.
Her tail was hanging lazily of the edge of the bed. Trunks could feel himself wanting to touch it, but he had to resist. He could wake her up and he didn't want that right now.
Trunks traced her lips with his thumb. They were soft and moist, and very tempting. He leant over Pan and placed a small but long kiss on her lips. As he pulled away, he bit his lip. He wanted the kiss from before to be happening right now. He wanted to feel the passion and electricity between them, feel the hot kisses that seemed to melt his insides.
He was about to kiss her again when his mind told him to stop. This wasn't right: he was taking advantage of her in her vulnerable state. But wasn't she vulnerable before when she had been holding onto Trunks for dear life?
He pulled away from her and stood up, walking to the window. He wanted her, he wanted to take her because he somehow knew in his heart that she would remember him as soon as they got far enough. He wanted to take her because he loved her. But he would never. He wouldn't rape or take advantage. He would never do anything of the sort even if it meant goods things in the long run because the idea was just wrong.
He heard a small moan and turned towards Pan. Her head rolled to the side, revealing her bite mark. Trunks' breath hitched in his throat. He closed his eyes as he remembered when he had first given her one of his ultimate and most powerful and meaningful gifts. He had given her another gift since: she was pregnant.
He moved beside her looking at the mark. It was not as faded as before, probably because of Chi-Chi and her knife. He gently traced his fingers over it and she shivered in her sleep. He could feel his teeth ache with a kind of thirst and lust.
He growled and turned away. He wouldn't take advantage and bite her. No way. His Mother had told him that she could remember him through memories that would play back in her head as she slowly recovered. She would have to remember that way. He wouldn't live with the guilt that would plague him afterwards, better or not.
He sighed and sat down on a chair in the corner. It sank under his weight and his whole body began to relax. Sleep overcame him and soon he joined Pan in the land of slumber.
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When she opened her eyes, darkness surrounded her. She sat up suddenly, instantly regretting it as pain shot into her head. Nausea swept through her like wildfire.
Pan put her hand over her mouth. She wasn't going to be sick, she told herself. She didn't even know where she was. She rubbed her eyes, trying to wake them up and then she stretched. She knew her hair was tangled so she began to run her fingers through it. She sighed. Her eyes were become adjusted to the darkness and she looked around. She didn't recognise it: all she knew was that she was in a bed.
She heard a shuffle with her sensitive hearing and whipped her head to the left. She saw him there, in the shadows, sitting on a chair, staring intently at her.
Trunks had been up for at least an hour before she had woken up. He had watched her sleep, her features frowning as if she was having a bad dream. She had woken up and stretched cat-like, just the way he remembered her to. He liked watching her, knowing that she couldn't see him in the shadows. As she began to comb her fingers through her hair, he let his presence known.
They stared at each other for a few seconds. Pan's hand was still in her hair. She had frozen, obviously not expecting him to be there. She looked dishevelled and rather sexy, and it was hard for him to stay in control. She looked so inviting and yet so unsure what to do. He was going to say something when she beat him to it.
"Ah, so I'm in your room...right?"
Trunks nodded, "Yeah." It wasn't actually his room, but one of his spare rooms.
"Hmm." She looked down, touching the silky covers with both of her hands. She sighed.
"You brought me here after you knocked me out," said Pan. It was more of a statement than part of a conversation. Trunks stood up and made his way beside her. She looked up at him. Their eyes connected and Pan felt her insides growing weak. She seemed to love the sapphire depths of his eyes. She watched as his hand was outstretched and connected with her cheek.
His fingers moved tenderly over her cheek. His touch was as tenuous as gauze on her cheek. She was quite surprised that she didn't move. She looked down and saw that he had taken her hand. His fingertips were as cool as ice against her skin.
She had an urge to press her cheek to his open hand. He was stroking her hand, thumb gently circling in her palm. A sensuous feeling. Pan felt herself start to loosen up her tenseness. She gazed into his eyes that were filled with such kindness and...pain?
"Are you hurting?" she asked him.
His caressing stopped. His eyes seemed to cloud over as he stood up straight.
"No," he said, "I'm just feeling a little tired." This wasn't the truth: he was in pain over her. He wanted her back and he had carelessly showed it in his eyes.
Pan didn't respond. She had a gut feeling that he was lying, but she didn't want to push it.
"Are you okay?" he asked her as she got off the bed. He was in front of her now and she could smell his masculine scent.
"I'm fine, just a little shook up from all that's happened."
He smiled faintly, "Don't try to harm yourself again, it's not worth it. You're worth more than dying."
Pan turned away from his gaze, "I was stupid. I'm just a stupid kid who was messed up by her emotions. But I think I'm learning."
Trunks put his fingers under her chin and tuned her face towards his, "You're not stupid Pan. If there's one thing I know about you, it's that you know right from wrong and will do anything for anyone. Sometimes, emotions control you. You just need a clear head."
"Hm...I can see that now. I'm going to stay at my Great Aunt's house in the middle of the oasis. I want to gather my thoughts and think about what's happened to me. It should help me clear my head and think about the future and what I want to move on to. With Leonardo...I don't know. Half of what's happened to me is partly because of him. I don't want to see him anymore. But then again, you're involved too, but... you're different to him. It's as if I know you more than I know myself. I'm not sure of how I know this, but I know I can trust you."
Trunks smiled, "That's good to hear."
He rested his hands on her shoulders before slowly trailing his fingers down her arms. She followed his fingers before they left her arms hands and settled at his side.
"Do you want an early morning drink?"
Pan smiled, "I'd love to."
She followed him out of the room and down a hallway. The hallway opened up into a big room with a kitchen on one side and a massive seating area with lots of equipment. Trunks pulled two glasses out of a cupboard and asked her what she wanted to drink.
"Surprise me."
He smirked and opened the gigantic fridge where he pulled out a carton of milk. Pouring it into the glasses, he crushed some ice from the freezer with his hand and dropped it in.
"Here," he said, pushing the glass towards her, "one ice-cold, fresh glass of milk to help you wake up."
"Thanks," Pan smiled.
She sipped the milk. It was truly ice-cold and did wake her up. She looked to Trunks and her eyes widened. His glass was nearly empty. His head was tossed back and he was drinking the milk like no tomorrow. Pan watched in fascination as each gulp of the milk caused his throat to move. She found herself flushed. For some unknown reason, watching him drink the milk seemed to make her feel wanting.
Trunks finished the milk and set it down. He reached into the fridge and pulled another carton out.
"You drink milk a lot, don't you? You seem to really like it. How can you drink that much milk?"
Trunks smiled, "Easy. It's just so creamy and smooth."
Pan bit her lip, "For some strange reason, I feel as if I've talked about this with you before."
~You have~ Trunks thought. Pan had always been fascinated how he could drink so much milk: she was acting just like she always did. He wished she could just remember him though.
There was an awkward silence before Pan set down her empty glass.
"Thanks for the drink. I'm going to go now."
"Okay."
She smiled before turning around and walking a few paces. She stopped and saw him smirking, "How do I get out of here?"
"The doors to your left. You can fly from the balcony."
"Thanks," she said in embarrassment.
She was about to go when she noticed he was right in front of her. His facial expression was serious.
"Promise me, that you won't hurt yourself."
The intensity of his eyes was unearthly. He seemed to be reading her. Pan found herself lost in his sapphire eyes.
"I won't."
"I hope so. I'm...too involved with you Pan. If you go and hurt yourself, there's no stopping me coming after you."
She was unsure of how to react to his words. There was so much she wanted to ask him.
Why do I keep seeing you in my hallucinations?
Why did you save me from death?
Why did I see myself killing you with my bare hands?
Why does it seem that I know you more than I know myself?
Why did you kiss me?
Why do I feel attracted to you?
She couldn't deny it any longer. She seemed to like being in his company, staring into his eyes and she enjoyed his gentle movements against her skin. She couldn't explain how strong it felt within her, though. Was it just a small attraction or a great need for him?
She wasn't going to say anything though. What would he think? At the moment, their relationship was fine.
"I understand. So, I guess I'll see you around then," she replied.
"I hope so."
And she left. The curtain was left billowing from the breeze that came from the open door. Trunks sat down on the sofa and sighed. He had been tempted to kiss her again. He had been so close to breaking point.
Trunks released an angry growl and smashed his fist onto a table next to the edge of the sofa where he was sitting. It splintered to pieces and blood dripped down his hand as he put his hands into his hair.
Why had his life taken such a downward turn?
He was angry. He needed a good spar with his Father to release his frustration.
Suddenly, the horrific vision came back to him. Pan's hand buried deep within his body, the blood seeping from his massive wound.
He would not believe that was the future; no way would he believe that. What would drive her to extremes such as those? She was pregnant too, with his child. He had felt its ki swell earlier when she had woken up, as if it had woken up too.
He wanted to see the vision again, to see the details, to find out what was going on. He had to find out if his lover, his true mate, was the person he saw. He needed her, he loved her, he wanted her.
And his mind screamed pain and he was forced to the world of darkness.
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Vegeta found his son out cold on the sofa. He looked to the broken table and then to the blood on his son's hands and hair. He came to the conclusion that he had broken the table and somehow knocked himself out cold.
Or was it bond withdrawal?
"Trunks!"
His son's eyes flew open and he sat up, breathing deeply.
"Care to spar?"
Trunks looked up to his Father, his anticipation gleaming in his eyes.
Vegeta didn't need telling twice. Father and son went to the nearest gravity room, where Trunks fought all his best, his fuel coming from his anger of having everything in the world except one thing.
Pan.
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If you thought last chapter 'hang on, why did they have a flashback of something that doesn't exist?' ...then this chapter explains all.
Let Love Be Your Energy............chapter 16
Last time:
"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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It was completely dark now. The hot sun had disappeared below the horizon that seemed to stretched for miles without being disturbed by any terrain. Above, the sky was beginning to turn to its darkest shade, the stars just about visible. The moon was providing the only light, giving the dusty terrain around them a silvery glow.
The two saiyans were sat apart from each other by a metre or so. They were both sitting on the ground, their eyes avoiding each other. There was silence between them, as if they were unable to speak.
Pan shifted on the ground. It was getting cold and she could feel the icy wind penetrate through her spandex. In front of her was the pit, where she had tried to commit suicide not long ago. She shivered and looked to her right.
Trunks was there, looking into the pit. He had his knees drawn to his chest, his arms around them. His tail was behind him, twitching every so often. She could tell he was cold, although his face was set and his expression was of deep concentration.
The wind was ruffling his lavender locks across his face, obscuring her view of his eyes. For some unknown reason, she had discovered that looking into his eyes seemed to spread a warmth throughout her body that seemed to calm her down.
Pan wondered what he was thinking. She had a good idea: the same thing she was thinking. The vision they had both witnessed. She shivered again as she replayed flashes of it in her mind. She didn't want to think about it, but it was difficult. After witnessing the vision they had talked briefly about it until silence took hold. A word had not been uttered since, not even a whisper.
The moonlight gave Trunks a silvery glow, which seemed to give him an effect of brilliance. She bit her lip as she averted her gaze. He had kissed her. The thought made her flush red in the face. She wanted to question him: to ask why he had done it. She remembered all of his gentle actions, the gentle caresses of his hands against her skin, his gentle though experienced mouth against hers and the bliss she had felt.
She blushed more. She felt like a typical teenager: here she was, fourteen years old kissing a nineteen-year-old saiyan, the Prince.
~Do I feel infatuated by him?~ she thought.
She looked to him again.
~No~ she concluded, ~I just feel...grown up~
Pan remembered all that Senai had told her. Was Trunks the person that the Lover's card had shown to her? She wasn't sure, but she now knew that she wouldn't kiss him again. She needed to clear her head, and suicide wasn't the answer. Neither was love at the moment.
She needed to be on her own and sort out her thoughts, clear her head. She yawned. She didn't know if she should leave or stay until he left. They would go their separate ways, but she felt as if she had to leave when he felt it was the time to leave. Why she felt it, she didn't know.
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Trunks could feel Pan's eyes on him, but he didn't move his head to look at her. He was too busy thinking about the recent events.
~Pan~ he thought.
She had tried to commit suicide, but he had saved her. And then he had kissed her.
Trunks remembered just losing control of himself. It was as there was a thread of string within him and it had just snapped, making him unable to control his emotions. He hadn't been able to take it anymore. They had been separated for around two weeks and two weeks for him was a long time. She didn't know who he was, how he loved her with all of his heart and soul, how he cared for her and hoped that she could remember him and love him once again.
It was as if she had been offering him her lips when he had lowered his lips to hers on the edge of the pit. He knew this wasn't true but his mind and his heart had made it true. He had wanted her so much and he had felt bliss when their lips had joined. All their actions had flooded back everything to Trunks. She was still the same person, though her mind was living her a different life.
He had begun to forget how her kisses ignited fire within him. He needed her to survive. They had parted and looked into each other's eyes before continuing as if the world revolved around only them.
She was carrying his child and Trunks felt pride well up inside of him. He had always wanted to be a Father and he didn't think it would happen so soon. He wanted to be there for her at all stages of her pregnancy, to care for her and attend to her needs. He wanted to experience the hot-tempered pregnant Pan. He had felt the baby's ki when they had been heated in a lock-lip, how its ki seemed to rise slightly as if it knew its Father was there.
He loved Pan, he loved her so much. He hadn't wanted the kiss to end and if it had, it wanted it to have ended differently. They had been forced apart by fear and disbelief. Trunks swallowed. The vision.
He replayed parts of it repeatedly in his head. He could almost feel his skin being pierced, as if it was truly happening.
What was the vision? Visions were connected to the past, present, future, a forewarning or something that a person desired. Did Pan really hate him so much that she would want to kill him?
~Stop it~ he told his brain, ~she would never do that, she isn't the type of person to do that~
Then what was it? It was sick and Trunks could feel his insides churning. He glanced over to Pan. She wasn't looking anymore. He could tell she was as cold as he was. No saiyan could withstand the coldness of the deserts at night.
Trunks got up and walked over to her. She didn't know he was there until he was right beside her. He held out his hand and she took it. He pulled her up. Pan could feel his warmth emanating from his body. She looked up to him, making eye connection.
"Sweet dreams," he whispered, before he knocked her unconscious. She went limp in his arms. He picked her up and strengthened his ki to keep them both warm as he flew up into the sky towards home.
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Meanwhile, far away from Vegeta-sei; in fact in another dimension, three saiyans were looking down.
It was heaven, the saiyan heaven. Kakarott, Gohan and Videl were all standing, looking down over the edge of heaven. They could see all that was happening on Vegeta-sei and into the minds of their loved ones.
Videl turned away. She couldn't watch anymore. Her daughter was confused, trying to kill herself, trying to be set free. It was painful. A hand squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. She turned to see Gohan and she smiled at him as he pulled her into an embrace.
"It's okay," he whispered to her. She held onto him tightly, before smiling at him and sitting down on the ground. To her, heaven was an eternal life of paradise. Nothing could beat it. The sun always shined, fluffy clouds lined the sky, flowers brightened up every surrounding, birds chirped and everyone got along. It was such peace that she hoped that this type of peace would be restored to Pan's heart.
"Father?" said Gohan as he joined him again looking down upon their planet.
"Yes Gohan?" replied Kakarott. He turned towards his son. Gohan knew that he was as worried as he and Videl were about the happenings on Vegeta-sei.
"Do you think she'll be okay?"
The question hung for a few moments.
"I don't know."
Gohan sighed, "So much has happened. Her amnesia is driving her to extremes. She tried to kill herself, thinking that she'll be free; not knowing that she can be free with Trunks. She's remembering parts of her life and it's confusing her."
"That's to be expected, Son. As long as Trunks still has her in his heart, she should be okay."
"He had her in his heart, but she still tried to end her life."
"Something is telling me that Pan isn't completely herself. I told you a while ago that I was worried about the near future. There is a weird atmosphere surrounding my heart. I can feel it. There is like a disturbance on the planet. A force, a wickedness. I think that this is making everything worse," said Kakarott.
"It must be true, Father, because they both saw something that doesn't exist."
"I know," said Kakarott, "Trunks saw the time when he locked Pan up for murdering him and Pan saw the time when she was locked up by Trunks for murdering him. They shouldn't be seeing this. The memories don't exist. The Dragon deleted them from all of existence on Earth. Even Pan who is remembering her past life shouldn't be seeing something that doesn't exist. She should be seeing the memories that show that she fell in love with Trunks without any murder plan or escapades in hell. Something isn't right."
"I know. I'm worried for her; I'm worried for both of them. She's pregnant to which makes it even worse. All Trunks wants is to have her back, and all Pan wants is to know what is going on. They even saw the worst one of all, when Pan murdered him."
Kakarott looked to his son, "They shouldn't be seeing that either. That doesn't exist. Because of what they've seen, they're going to be further apart than before."
"What is making them see all of these past memories that don't exist?"
"It's the evil Gohan, the wickedness on Vegeta-sei. Don't you feel it? It's been there for a while. It's doing things Gohan. The evil belongs to someone and that someone is making them see these memories in their head. Someone made the Earthquake happen, someone made Pan get hit and get amnesia, someone made sure that Trunks saw her kissing her ex, someone made sure that they stayed apart. Someone made sure that Pan didn't die today, someone made sure they saw those memories. The evil is making sure they're driven apart."
"But," said Gohan, "there's only one being who could know of the memories, only one who might have been strong enough to resist the Dragon from wiping their memory. But it can't be."
"It has to be."
"Sheik..." whispered Videl.
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As Trunks landed on the balcony, he felt Pan stir in his arms. He looked at her angelic face and wished he could look into her eyes for the rest of eternity. He balanced her in one of his arms as he opened the balcony door. He walked in and switched on the lights to dim. Trunks walked to one of the spare rooms, holding her close, where he carefully lay her on the bed.
She stirred again, as if trying to become comfortable on the silky sheets. Trunks knelt down beside the bed, looking at her. Her head tilted in his direction where it stayed. His sharp sight allowed him to see her quite clearly in the dark.
He was looking directly at her now, studying her face. She was flawless: always had been. What first attracted him to her were her eyes. She seemed to pull him in as if he was her prey. Her good looks and personality had decided for Trunks that he would get as close to her as possible. They had eventually become mates, after the big battle with Sheik. He loved her so much.
He lifted his hands to gently caress her soft cheek. He could feel her warm breath against his palm as he traced her jawbone. A stray lock of her hair had fallen onto her face. He tucked it behind her ear, remembering the silkiness of it. She had cut her hair short to the length of just above her shoulders around a month ago and it was beginning to grow long again.
He smiled as he remembered the memory of when she had come home with her hair short. He had found her sexy. Her real hair length was down to her waist but she never liked it that long. She'd let it grow down to her mid- back and then cut it.
Her tail was hanging lazily of the edge of the bed. Trunks could feel himself wanting to touch it, but he had to resist. He could wake her up and he didn't want that right now.
Trunks traced her lips with his thumb. They were soft and moist, and very tempting. He leant over Pan and placed a small but long kiss on her lips. As he pulled away, he bit his lip. He wanted the kiss from before to be happening right now. He wanted to feel the passion and electricity between them, feel the hot kisses that seemed to melt his insides.
He was about to kiss her again when his mind told him to stop. This wasn't right: he was taking advantage of her in her vulnerable state. But wasn't she vulnerable before when she had been holding onto Trunks for dear life?
He pulled away from her and stood up, walking to the window. He wanted her, he wanted to take her because he somehow knew in his heart that she would remember him as soon as they got far enough. He wanted to take her because he loved her. But he would never. He wouldn't rape or take advantage. He would never do anything of the sort even if it meant goods things in the long run because the idea was just wrong.
He heard a small moan and turned towards Pan. Her head rolled to the side, revealing her bite mark. Trunks' breath hitched in his throat. He closed his eyes as he remembered when he had first given her one of his ultimate and most powerful and meaningful gifts. He had given her another gift since: she was pregnant.
He moved beside her looking at the mark. It was not as faded as before, probably because of Chi-Chi and her knife. He gently traced his fingers over it and she shivered in her sleep. He could feel his teeth ache with a kind of thirst and lust.
He growled and turned away. He wouldn't take advantage and bite her. No way. His Mother had told him that she could remember him through memories that would play back in her head as she slowly recovered. She would have to remember that way. He wouldn't live with the guilt that would plague him afterwards, better or not.
He sighed and sat down on a chair in the corner. It sank under his weight and his whole body began to relax. Sleep overcame him and soon he joined Pan in the land of slumber.
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When she opened her eyes, darkness surrounded her. She sat up suddenly, instantly regretting it as pain shot into her head. Nausea swept through her like wildfire.
Pan put her hand over her mouth. She wasn't going to be sick, she told herself. She didn't even know where she was. She rubbed her eyes, trying to wake them up and then she stretched. She knew her hair was tangled so she began to run her fingers through it. She sighed. Her eyes were become adjusted to the darkness and she looked around. She didn't recognise it: all she knew was that she was in a bed.
She heard a shuffle with her sensitive hearing and whipped her head to the left. She saw him there, in the shadows, sitting on a chair, staring intently at her.
Trunks had been up for at least an hour before she had woken up. He had watched her sleep, her features frowning as if she was having a bad dream. She had woken up and stretched cat-like, just the way he remembered her to. He liked watching her, knowing that she couldn't see him in the shadows. As she began to comb her fingers through her hair, he let his presence known.
They stared at each other for a few seconds. Pan's hand was still in her hair. She had frozen, obviously not expecting him to be there. She looked dishevelled and rather sexy, and it was hard for him to stay in control. She looked so inviting and yet so unsure what to do. He was going to say something when she beat him to it.
"Ah, so I'm in your room...right?"
Trunks nodded, "Yeah." It wasn't actually his room, but one of his spare rooms.
"Hmm." She looked down, touching the silky covers with both of her hands. She sighed.
"You brought me here after you knocked me out," said Pan. It was more of a statement than part of a conversation. Trunks stood up and made his way beside her. She looked up at him. Their eyes connected and Pan felt her insides growing weak. She seemed to love the sapphire depths of his eyes. She watched as his hand was outstretched and connected with her cheek.
His fingers moved tenderly over her cheek. His touch was as tenuous as gauze on her cheek. She was quite surprised that she didn't move. She looked down and saw that he had taken her hand. His fingertips were as cool as ice against her skin.
She had an urge to press her cheek to his open hand. He was stroking her hand, thumb gently circling in her palm. A sensuous feeling. Pan felt herself start to loosen up her tenseness. She gazed into his eyes that were filled with such kindness and...pain?
"Are you hurting?" she asked him.
His caressing stopped. His eyes seemed to cloud over as he stood up straight.
"No," he said, "I'm just feeling a little tired." This wasn't the truth: he was in pain over her. He wanted her back and he had carelessly showed it in his eyes.
Pan didn't respond. She had a gut feeling that he was lying, but she didn't want to push it.
"Are you okay?" he asked her as she got off the bed. He was in front of her now and she could smell his masculine scent.
"I'm fine, just a little shook up from all that's happened."
He smiled faintly, "Don't try to harm yourself again, it's not worth it. You're worth more than dying."
Pan turned away from his gaze, "I was stupid. I'm just a stupid kid who was messed up by her emotions. But I think I'm learning."
Trunks put his fingers under her chin and tuned her face towards his, "You're not stupid Pan. If there's one thing I know about you, it's that you know right from wrong and will do anything for anyone. Sometimes, emotions control you. You just need a clear head."
"Hm...I can see that now. I'm going to stay at my Great Aunt's house in the middle of the oasis. I want to gather my thoughts and think about what's happened to me. It should help me clear my head and think about the future and what I want to move on to. With Leonardo...I don't know. Half of what's happened to me is partly because of him. I don't want to see him anymore. But then again, you're involved too, but... you're different to him. It's as if I know you more than I know myself. I'm not sure of how I know this, but I know I can trust you."
Trunks smiled, "That's good to hear."
He rested his hands on her shoulders before slowly trailing his fingers down her arms. She followed his fingers before they left her arms hands and settled at his side.
"Do you want an early morning drink?"
Pan smiled, "I'd love to."
She followed him out of the room and down a hallway. The hallway opened up into a big room with a kitchen on one side and a massive seating area with lots of equipment. Trunks pulled two glasses out of a cupboard and asked her what she wanted to drink.
"Surprise me."
He smirked and opened the gigantic fridge where he pulled out a carton of milk. Pouring it into the glasses, he crushed some ice from the freezer with his hand and dropped it in.
"Here," he said, pushing the glass towards her, "one ice-cold, fresh glass of milk to help you wake up."
"Thanks," Pan smiled.
She sipped the milk. It was truly ice-cold and did wake her up. She looked to Trunks and her eyes widened. His glass was nearly empty. His head was tossed back and he was drinking the milk like no tomorrow. Pan watched in fascination as each gulp of the milk caused his throat to move. She found herself flushed. For some unknown reason, watching him drink the milk seemed to make her feel wanting.
Trunks finished the milk and set it down. He reached into the fridge and pulled another carton out.
"You drink milk a lot, don't you? You seem to really like it. How can you drink that much milk?"
Trunks smiled, "Easy. It's just so creamy and smooth."
Pan bit her lip, "For some strange reason, I feel as if I've talked about this with you before."
~You have~ Trunks thought. Pan had always been fascinated how he could drink so much milk: she was acting just like she always did. He wished she could just remember him though.
There was an awkward silence before Pan set down her empty glass.
"Thanks for the drink. I'm going to go now."
"Okay."
She smiled before turning around and walking a few paces. She stopped and saw him smirking, "How do I get out of here?"
"The doors to your left. You can fly from the balcony."
"Thanks," she said in embarrassment.
She was about to go when she noticed he was right in front of her. His facial expression was serious.
"Promise me, that you won't hurt yourself."
The intensity of his eyes was unearthly. He seemed to be reading her. Pan found herself lost in his sapphire eyes.
"I won't."
"I hope so. I'm...too involved with you Pan. If you go and hurt yourself, there's no stopping me coming after you."
She was unsure of how to react to his words. There was so much she wanted to ask him.
Why do I keep seeing you in my hallucinations?
Why did you save me from death?
Why did I see myself killing you with my bare hands?
Why does it seem that I know you more than I know myself?
Why did you kiss me?
Why do I feel attracted to you?
She couldn't deny it any longer. She seemed to like being in his company, staring into his eyes and she enjoyed his gentle movements against her skin. She couldn't explain how strong it felt within her, though. Was it just a small attraction or a great need for him?
She wasn't going to say anything though. What would he think? At the moment, their relationship was fine.
"I understand. So, I guess I'll see you around then," she replied.
"I hope so."
And she left. The curtain was left billowing from the breeze that came from the open door. Trunks sat down on the sofa and sighed. He had been tempted to kiss her again. He had been so close to breaking point.
Trunks released an angry growl and smashed his fist onto a table next to the edge of the sofa where he was sitting. It splintered to pieces and blood dripped down his hand as he put his hands into his hair.
Why had his life taken such a downward turn?
He was angry. He needed a good spar with his Father to release his frustration.
Suddenly, the horrific vision came back to him. Pan's hand buried deep within his body, the blood seeping from his massive wound.
He would not believe that was the future; no way would he believe that. What would drive her to extremes such as those? She was pregnant too, with his child. He had felt its ki swell earlier when she had woken up, as if it had woken up too.
He wanted to see the vision again, to see the details, to find out what was going on. He had to find out if his lover, his true mate, was the person he saw. He needed her, he loved her, he wanted her.
And his mind screamed pain and he was forced to the world of darkness.
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Vegeta found his son out cold on the sofa. He looked to the broken table and then to the blood on his son's hands and hair. He came to the conclusion that he had broken the table and somehow knocked himself out cold.
Or was it bond withdrawal?
"Trunks!"
His son's eyes flew open and he sat up, breathing deeply.
"Care to spar?"
Trunks looked up to his Father, his anticipation gleaming in his eyes.
Vegeta didn't need telling twice. Father and son went to the nearest gravity room, where Trunks fought all his best, his fuel coming from his anger of having everything in the world except one thing.
Pan.
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