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You won't believe what's going to happen in this chapter!!!! Trust me!
Let Love Be Your Energy............chapter 17
Last time:
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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Pan flew away slowly from the palace. She had a lot on her mind and wasn't in the most for intense speed. She stopped when she was a about a mile into the city. There were quite a lot of saiyans flying around over the city at this time of the day. She turned around to stare at the palace and was rendered speechless. She had never taken time to properly look at the beauty of the palace from the outside.
It was spread out over a vast area of land. The whole area was uphill. The palace was raised above the City, which started on low ground, slowly rising up, joining the palace. The City was enormous, and stretched for miles downwards towards the lower ground and gradually broke up into a few houses and then there was nothing but desert. The City had around 100 million saiyans living there, around an eighth of the whole population.
The Palace was separated from the City by huge walls and a massive steel gate with a fantastic emblem on the front. The Palace had a few towers and the roof was a mahogany red. She could see saiyans training on the Royal Training Area whish was green with lush plants collected from around the planet.
Pan turned to face the desert that stretched for miles with Death Valley and No End Pit before touching another major city. Her Greta Aunt lived beyond the next City in the Oasis. She couldn't wait to go there. She loved the greenery there.
But before that she decided to go to her Grandmother's house to tell her where she was going. She began to fly there and descended as she approached the familiar area of the outer City. She landed and went in through the back door, which she knew would be open.
Her Grandmother was cooking, and from the delicious smell, it was a meat and vegetable pie.
"Hey Grandma Chi-Chi."
Chi-Chi turned around and smiled, "Pan! Where have you been? After what happened yesterday you just disappeared! I was worried Pan, why didn't you call or at least tell me where you were going?"
Pan felt guilty, "Domendicato, Grandma."
Chi-Chi sighed. Pan truly felt sorry: she had said sorry in the ancient language that she had been taught as a child. She wondered where Pan had been.
"Where did you stay last night?"
"Um..." should she tell the truth? "At Senai's"
"You went to talk to her then?"
"Yes," replied Pan, "I needed to hear a few things."
Chi-Chi smiled, "Just make sure you tell me next time, okay?"
Pan nodded before opening the oven to look at the delicious pie. She hadn't told her Grandma her suicidal ordeal because she knew it would just worry her.
"It looks delicious," said Pan, closing the oven.
"Don't touch it Pan, it's got to cook for another three hours. It's for lunch. If you're staying, you can eat it with Goten."
Pan's eyes lit up, "Uncle Goten? I haven't seen him in ages!"
"He's in the lounge with Br...his girlfriend," said Chi-Chi, covering up her mistake.
Pan began to walk out of the door when she stopped, "Where's Mum?"
Chi-Chi tensed. She sighed quietly to herself.
Why did she have to have amnesia?
~I feel awful lying to her, but it's the only way~ she thought.
"You know how busy she always is, Pan. She was called and had to go off- planet for a few days to Planet Elrond."
Pan nodded.
"Pan, before you go and see Goten, can I see something?"
Pan stood still as her Grandmother approached her and swept her ebony hair aside to look at her bite mark.
"It's normal, Grandmother."
Chi-Chi inspected it and nodded to herself. It looked normal, but it would have to be drained of its blood again soon.
"Do you feel okay? You felt nauseas yesterday."
"I'm fine, Grandma Chi-Chi. A little nauseas this morning but nothing much. But...it's gonna have to be rebitten soon...doesn't it...."
Chi-Chi knew her Granddaughter was referring to her bite mark.
"Yes dear, but for the moment it's fine. If it happens again, just drain it like I did before. But you can't do that forever."
"I've broken up with Leonardo though, so...what do I do?"
"I...I don't know Pan," responded Chi-Chi patting her Granddaughter on the back.
~I only hope it doesn't get to that~ she thought as Pan smiled and retreated out of the kitchen.
Chi-Chi sighed as she remembered the events from the day before. Pan had come in a right state after being at the palace. Eventually, she had calmed down and relaxed. That was when Chi-Chi found out she was pregnant. What a predicament. She wanted to help Pan, to tell her the truth and stop her confusion and misery.
Chi-Chi knew that Senai knew what was up. She knew everything. Chi-Chi knew that Pan trusted and had faith in Senai and would believe and take into account what she was told by her. Chi-Chi knew that whatever Senai had told Pan, it had calmed her down. To Chi-Chi, her Granddaughter seemed normal and in a happy mood.
But she didn't believe that she had spent the night at Senai's.
Chi-Chi knew her family all too well. Pan had a face that told her when she was lying and she had seen that face when she had asked Pan the question. So who did she stay with?
Chi-Chi thought about it as she poured herself a glass of water. Her and Leonardo were over. She hadn't seen Goten in a long time and she knew that Pan didn't have a lot of friends when she was fourteen. She had always liked to have no company when she was younger and she believed herself to be that age.
~So who could it be?~ she thought.
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"Uncle Goten!"
Pan's voice interrupted Goten and Bra in a heated kiss. They broke apart and about a second later Pan entered the room.
"Hey, Pan...how are you?"
Pan wrapped her arms around Goten's neck, "I'm okay, I guess. How about you? I haven't seen you in ages!"
"I'm feeling great."
Actually, they were both a bit surprised to see Pan. They hadn't seen her since the accident in the gravity room and because of her amnesia, she wouldn't remember Bra.
Pan turned to look at Bra as she stood up. They were about the same height.
"So, is this your girlfriend Grandma told me about?"
"Yes," replied Goten, running the back of his head with his hand. He always did it when he was nervous. In this case, how to introduce Bra as if Pan had never met her before. To Pan, it was first introduction nerves.
"Pan, this is Bra. Bra, this is my niece Pan."
They said hello to each other. Pan thought she was extremely pretty and looked friendly.
Pan smiled as she looked into Bra's eyes. They were sapphire blue, just like...hang on! Trunks?!
Pan gasped, "The Princess Bra?!"
Goten ummed nervously.
"Yes, the Princess. It's nice to meet you," said Bra to perfection. She could always adapt to difficult situations.
"How? How did you meet? Uncle Goten, did she ask you or did you ask her?" asked Pan, turning towards her Uncle with excitement and anticipation.
~You introduced us, Pan~ thought Goten, "Um...It was sort of an accident that we met at the...at the..."
"At the mall. He was just very sweet," said Bra, smiling.
Pan smirked at her Uncle, "You're a bundle of nerves Uncle Goten."
Bra looked at Goten knowingly. It was difficult to talk to her as if you were just introducing your girlfriend when in fact, they had been friends for over a year. Bra sighed to herself. She didn't know how her brother was coping with the loss of Pan. She knew that they loved each other with so much passion that being apart was slowly killing him, and Pan without her knowledge.
Pan sat down as they did, "So, how long have you been together?"
"A year," said Bra, telling the truth.
"A year?! That long? Why didn't you tell me Uncle Goten? You always keep everything a secret from me!"
"Well, we wanted to get to know each other before we told anyone. Mum's known for a month or so," lied Goten, pleased that his cover story was actually pretty good.
"Hmm. So, what do you think of my Uncle?" Pan asked Bra.
"He's adorable! We have the same interests and get along really well."
Pan smiled evilly and Goten caught it, "I'm glad that you've finally settled down Uncle Goten. You always had a new girlfriend every other week."
"Pan," said Goten, annoyed that she was spilling his life.
"Don't try to deny it! You used to bring them around here and make a big deal out of it! You were always on the phone."
Bra showed great interest, "Really? You must tell me more. Anything embarrassing?"
"Sure," replied Pan.
Goten was blushing, "Stop it Pan!"
"Once, about a year ago, I was training and Uncle Goten was on the phone to his girlfriend. I asked if she was a different girlfriend to the last one the week before. Uncle Goten told me to shut-up. Of course, he was on the phone and she thought he was telling her to shut-up. They ended up having a big argument on the phone and in the end, he was begging for forgiveness while trying to tear my hair out. The look on his face! It was priceless!"
Bra smirked and looked to Goten who was a deep red. Bra decided to use this to her advantage. The normal Pan had never told her the juicy contents of this conversation. She had always been too busy with Trunks.
The two talked to each other for another two hours. Pan enjoyed the conversation, Bra was glad that it didn't seem strange and difficult anymore to introduce yourself to someone who already knew you and Goten was red the whole time trying to shut Pan up. He was relieved when Chi-Chi called them in for lunch.
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She had always enjoyed the sun. The way it seemed to heat up her skin and make her hair stand on end as if there was danger about. The rays made her feel warm inside.
Pan sighed. She was lying on the ground in her Grandma's garden. Goten and his girlfriend had left after lunch and Pan needed some space to herself. She needed to think.
The vision. It seemed to cry out to her. Her hand: young skin and fragile, piercing his tough torso and coming out the other side. Blood: everywhere. Crimson poured out over her hand, staining her skin. It soaked his spandex and puddled on the floor.
Pan closed her eyes. She couldn't actually see all of the vision: she could only remember bits and pieces that replayed in her memory. It was disturbing to her. Was she even capable of performing such an act? To kill someone?
There was another bit of it that she couldn't seem to forget. And that was his face.
Pan found a lump in her throat, her eyes threatening to spill tears. His face had been of pure shock that seemed to pierce her soul. As her hand had entered his body, his face cried out pain, though no sound was emitted. And then, when he had realised what she had done and looked her straight in the eye, Pan had seen something that would haunt her.
His eyes, so blue like the deepest sea or the blue of the sky at dawn showed her so many emotions. Shock, horror, disbelief. Pain, unbelievable pain...but pride so there was silence. Anger, anticipation, sorrow. And then the emotions that struck her heart: hurt in her, desperation for it to be a dream, and...love.
Pan cried out to the sky, her eyes releasing tears. She placed her hand over her heart, which was beating fast and was pained. She felt her neck heat up, her bite mark responding to her thoughts and feelings.
Love? He...loved her? In the vision?
"Why does it seem to hurt so much?" she whispered to the clouds.
She knew it wasn't the past. So it could either be the future or what she desired. She didn't want that to happen, so the only answer was the future. Pan wiped her eyes, the tears easing their flow.
Love? Would he fall in love with her and then she would ultimately kill him? With her own bare hands?
No. She would never let that happen. She would never kill him; or anyone.
But the love?
Pan's breath seemed to hitch in her throat. Her tears had stopped flowing, her breathing calming down. Pan closed her eyes. She remembered all that she had seen since her visions had started. He had been in most of them. In one, she had kissed him. His breath against her neck and his gentle lips against hers. He had come to save her, had calmed her down, helped her out. He had even said to her that she meant something to him and Senai had drawn The Lovers card. He had kissed her for real as well.
She shivered, biting her lower lip. Was she supposed to be feeling like this?
She couldn't deny it any longer. She was drawn to him. She was attracted to him. He was gorgeous, no doubt about it and she had never seen eyes as blue as his. She seemed to freeze when she looked into them, as if an invisible force wanted her to look into his eyes. His hands, so powerful and stained with blood of enemies, yet so gentle and soft to touch.
She could tell that he had trust and put others before him when ever possible. She could tell that he was caring and kind.
Pan remembered what he had said to her before she had jumped. She had told him that there was something connected to her heart and soul that she didn't know about and he had told her that she should try to find out what it was. Maybe this was it: the attraction she held for him.
She sighed. So much had happened over the last few weeks. She had gone from one extreme to another, but she now thought that she had come to a steady path. Leonardo was out of her life and she was going to take Senai's advice. She wasn't going to run away from her fears or the visions. Instead, she was going to try to figure out their true meaning. She wasn't going to think about the confusion in her head. And she was going to try to get to know Trunks. She didn't know how, but he seemed to always be there at the right place at the right time.
She pushed the bad vision out of her head. She wasn't going to think about that again.
She put her nausea as part of her injury during the Earthquake. Pan touched her head and ran her fingers along the hairline scab that was still present.
Maybe the Earthquake was her wake up call: her wake up call to change.
Her wake up call to rethink her ambitions. A wake up call to others to think about their lives. A wake up call that hadn't happened in years.
A wake up call that was deliberate.
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He closed his eyes as the hot water splashed onto his face and cascaded down his sleek body. He sighed as his body relaxed and his muscles were relieved of the ache that had begun to set in after his vigorous spar with his Father.
Trunks leaned against the shower wall, flinching as coldness from the tiles shot through his body. He grew used to it and began to think.
He still felt angry inside, but not as much to throw a punch at anyone coming his way. He had relieved most of his tension against his Father, who had not been able to block all of his onslaughts.
He sighed. He needed to think.
He stepped forward into the water and ran his fingers through his wet hair. She was always in his thoughts: she was his mate.
Who didn't remember him.
It was the afternoon; she had only left from the Palace four hours ago. He remembered all that was said between them: their conversation about milk, her wonder at waking up in his quarters, telling her she was worth more than death and having a good time. It seemed almost...normal. As if she was back as his mate who knew how much she meant to him.
He knew that she regarded him as someone she could trust. The last twelve hours had proved that to her. He had prevented her suicide and helped her to reform herself. He only hoped that everything would be as normal before she started to show. The ki within her had swelled when he had watched her sleeping the night before, as if knowing his Father was there; as if knowing the situation and wanting things to be how they were.
And then there was the vision: the sick horrid vision that had engulfed their minds. He had tried to see it once before, but had passed out from the experience. He desperately wanted to see it, to see what the situation was, to know what happened for sure. He could only see bits and pieces of it, as if his mind didn't want to see it once again.
Trunks growled and smashed his fist against the wall, the tiles cracking under the pressure. He wanted to know, wanted to see, wanted it to tell him that it wasn't true...that it was only a hallucination of his mind.
But then why did they both see it?
No answer came to his mind, except that he wanted to know. Desperation clung to him like despair. Nothing would stop him from finding out.
Nothing.
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Blood. Crimson blood everywhere. It had soaked the walls and the floor and was slowly spreading towards him. It seemed like an animal, stalking its prey: a predator. And it was out to get him.
Hands suddenly came up out of the blood, as if trying to reach him. They were stained with blood too, dripping off the members into the sea of blood below. They suddenly clenched, as if they were angry.
He moved back as the blood came closer and closer and closer.
His back hit solid wall and he was trapped. Nowhere to go.
The blood reached his feet and pooled around his boots. Steam rose and a hiss was heard. The blood was like acid: and was burning him.
He screamed in agony as the blood slowly travelled up his leg, defying the laws of gravity. It wasn't like blood anymore, but like slime. He could feel it eating away at his skin; consuming his flesh.
And it continued to burn as it travelled further and further up.
He saw in his mind a hand piercing his torso with such vehemence. The shock on his features. And the death afterwards.
Soon, it was down his throat and his screams echoed in the moonlight until there was only silence.
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Trunks woke up and sat up with a jolt. He was breathing heavily, sweat beading and dripping down his brow. He drew his knees up, the duvet covering the lower half of his body. He closed his eyes and recalled his dream.
Blood had been everywhere and he had been running from it. And then, as it consumed him he had witnessed the vision once more: the terrifying vision of his beloved mate piercing his skin and sucking the life out of him until he was no more. Pan killing him. Killing him. Him.
He growled as he ran his fingers through his hair. His breathing had slowed from the nightmare and he glanced at the clock.
3:37am.
He needed sleep, but he also needed the truth. The vision was consuming him; controlling him like a virus at work. Maybe it was a virus, wanting to take over his mind.
"What is it that I saw?...What is it?..." he whispered, clenching his fist before releasing a tiny ki blast from his hand and directing it towards a picture frame on the bedside cabinet. It was a direct hit and it smashed to the floor into tiny pieces, the picture inside crumpling up and burning as it fell to the floor.
It didn't cross his mind that the picture was one of Pan smiling at him, as if there was nothing wrong with the world.
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It continued for three days.
All Trunks thought about was the horrifying vision. It haunted him like a ghost who had unfinished business and it consumed him like a virus intending to kill. Every time he thought about Pan, his mind switched to the vision.
He didn't know it was the past: it had been completely erased from everyone's memory. He only thought that it could be the future or something her desired.
Pan had gone to the Oasis as he had felt her ki leave a few days before. But otherwise, the Pan in his thoughts was a very different Pan to the one he saw in the vision.
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"This is bad."
It was words that neither Gohan nor Videl wanted to hear from Kakarott's lips, but he had said it. They were all looking down upon Vegeta-sei and had seen all that had happened.
"Referring to what, Father?"
Kakarott turned towards his son. His face was lined with worry.
"Everything that I've done to make sure that everyone is happy and that life runs smoothly is going to be gone. This is bad: very bad."
Videl sighed, "It's Trunks, isn't it?
Gohan looked to his mate before looking back at his Father.
"Yes," replied Kakarott, "recent events have greatly disturbed him. And after all that we've found out so far about the situation on Vegeta-sei, the only way around it is seemingly death itself."
"I'm confused. It would seem like death itself?" asked Gohan.
Kakarott turned to face him, "This is what we know. Something is up on Vegeta-sei: an evil. Like I said before, it caused the Earthquake and is making all the strange happenings on the planet. Someone made them see that erased memory. We thought it was Sheik, but we now know it isn't. We checked all of the Hells and the Barren Lands and we saw her there, biding her time for all eternity. She's dead and truly gone. So the question is who else would have such powerful mental and psychic abilities? And how did they know of that memory?"
"Who knows?" replied Videl.
"But I don't know where you are going with this, Father. They both saw the erased memory. Pan is fine. Trunks is thinking about it, he'll forget about it soon enough."
"He won't."
Videl sighed, "Then what do you propose we do?"
"This evil. When it showed them the memory, it was intended to drive them crazy. It didn't work with Pan...but look at Trunks. He can't breathe let alone sleep without thinking about it. Pretty soon, he will become so absorbed in that only thing that he will become weak. I think that then, the evil will strike," said Kakarott, looking back down.
"But you intend to do something, don't you? I know that my Father-in-Law wouldn't let something like this take place!" cried Videl.
"I am going to do something."
"But how?" asked Gohan, "We aren't allowed in the world of the living anymore. We spent too much time there last time!"
"You won't like what I'm going to do, but I'll tell you: We tell him."
Gohan paled, "Tell him?"
"We tell him everything."
Videl gasped, "You can't do that!"
"It's the only way."
Kakarott turned toward them, "I will contact Trunks in a dream and tell him the truth. The whole truth. About Pan's ambition to kill him, what she believed he did, the killing, the time in hell, when they first met Sheik in Hell, when Pan was captive in the Palace cells, when I turned back time and made them a new memory to restore their lives."
There was silence.
"Once Trunks sees the truth, he will see what is happening on the planet and put things right. He loves Pan too much to ever think that her actions were done with all of her heart and soul. He will see that it was like the devil himself controlled Pan when she first decided to murder him. And maybe then, Trunks will have enough strength to defeat the evil and enough strength to wait for his mate."
Gohan was speechless and turned away from his Father. He breathed heavily, "You just can't tell him like that! Think of the shock and of all the work we put into that so they would be happy together. What if he goes after Pan? Are you thinking about her?"
"I am, and you know I am. It's the only way otherwise he'll just slowly kill himself as he loses control. The evil is strong, stronger than you or I could ever hope to be! So face it, son, we have no choice."
"We don't," agreed Videl, sighing.
Gohan dropped his head, "What else can we do?"
Kakarott nodded his head before looking down upon Vegeta-sei. It was night now, and Trunks had fallen to sleep again.
"We do it then," said Kakarott.
"Yes," replied Gohan.
"Tonight...now."
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Trunks was sure he was dreaming when he saw the figures appear. He was in a white room. They were blurred at first because they were far away. But as they walked ever closer, their shapes opened in Trunks' eyes. They were both saiyan: their tails wrapped around their waists. They were around the same height, one had spiked up hair with a stray lock over his face and the other had hair that spiked out in numerous directions. They looked instantly familiar and as they walked closer he recognised them.
They were part of the Son family: Pan's Father and Grandfather. The older one had been General of the Fourth Division of the Saiyan Army and the other the Leading Saiyan of the Secret Society. But Gohan and Kakarott had died in the Battle of Tyrants seven years ago: what were they doing here?
I'm dreaming he told himself as they became clearer and clearer. And soon they were in front of him and they were talking.
"You know who we are," they said.
Trunks found himself nodding.
"What we are about to tell you," said Gohan, "is the answer: the truth."
"The answer?" Trunks replied.
They looked at him and he instantly understood.
"Do you love Pan?" asked Kakarott.
"Nothing compares to the love I hold for pan within my heart and soul," he replied, "But you must know what's happened..."
"Before we tell you the truth, you must always remember your love for Pan and the trust you hold for her. She still loves you. Deep within her heart where her mind will not let her wonder, her love for you shines like fire. You will be one again. You will be. You will be."
Trunks nodded before they looked at each other and they started to tell him the answer: the truth.
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They told him everything.
Everything detail, every word said, every description: and all of it the truth.
Trunks listened intently as they started from the very beginning: the Battle where they had died and as they progressed...it became clear that every word spoken was so precious, that it could break at the slightest interruption or thought. The words flowed out of their mouths like elemental music and flowed into Trunks' mind that recorded every fact. Time seemed to slow down as they talked: it was as if time knew that this was so important that there needed to be time to say it all.
As the truth progressed and got more and more filled with agony and fatality, the white room they were in seemed to listen to the words and feel the emotions with them. The white room turned to a blood red colour before turning to a dark blue shade, yellow lightning brightening up and adding tension. But Trunks didn't take heed to it: he was listening to the answer.
He couldn't explain what he felt as revelation after shocking revelation was revealed to him. Who knew what his heart was feeling during the intense time?
Pan. Pan. Pan. Pan.
Her name. They were saying her name.
Why?
Trunks closed his yes as the revelation became more and more like a surreal dream. All the things he had ever known were wrong. They had given him a new memory, given them a new life, concealing them from the truth. Just to protect them, to protect them from the veracity that would have caused great grief.
But understanding didn't reconcile in Trunks mind. He felt as light as air within his head and he knew that when the truth was over, so would the lightness and he would be brought back to reality.
Reality. Did he really want to go back now that he knew that reality was where everything went wrong?
Deep inside Gohan and Kakarott's mind, they both knew that what they were doing was right. Trunks needed to know what was going on, to save himself from losing all control like the evil wanted him to. After, Trunks would finally be able to see that the evil had caused the Earthquake on that fateful day and had caused Pan to have amnesia. He would be able to see that the evil was controlling him. And then, Trunks and the other Super Saiyans on Vegeta-sei could put a stop to the evil and return Pan's memories. They knew Trunks loved Pan and would never hurt her. They knew that Trunks would see the murder as if the devil itself had controlled Pan. They knew that everything would be okay.
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Trunks woke up with a jolt, perspiration running down the side of his face. It was still night.
"It was real?" he asked himself as he remembered all that had happened in his dream.
He glanced at his hands before looking up.
"It was real. It was...the truth..."
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A dark figure chuckled to himself, the volume slowly rising, as the chuckle became a maniac laughter.
The figure closed his eyes before opening them again to stare into the glass ball that he held in his hand. Energy fizzled around it and inside was an image of Trunks, waking up with a jolt, perspiration running down the side of his face.
His slender, skin coloured fingers closed around the glass ball, before releasing his strong grip. His red eyes narrowed and the glass ball rose up into mid-air before levitating across the dark, circular room. It settled onto a piece of fabric where it rested.
He rose up from his chair. Long dark blonde hair that was swept up off his face on the top of his head, with shorted bangs hanging down framed his face. His deep, blood red eyes and blood red lips seemed to glow in the darkness. His features were stern. He wore a royal blue bodysuit, with a darker blue bit from the hips to the top of the thighs. A light blue cloth was wrapped around his upper body and shoulders, a red sun symbol on it. He had dark blue boots on and on his hands, a red jewel on the middle fingers.
He turned around and walked over the only light in the room, a weird sort of lamp. He stopped and chuckled again, before speaking.
"Kakarott...Gohan..." His voice was smooth, but filled with utmost evil.
"You think what you're doing is the right thing? You think that telling him will put everything right? Put a stop to 'the evil'?"
He breathed out.
"All you've done is play right into my hands. I wanted you to tell him: it was the plan all along. You thought that you were doing the right thing! Just wait 'till morning: you'll see how very wrong you were..."
He laughed satanically before walking out of the room. The door swung shut with a thud.
A new revelation revealed.
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Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!
Oops...sorry! Got a bit carried away there! I love this chapter, it's very long too: 16 pages worth! Double my record. And my fingers sure want to write more!
New things revealed here! Bet you didn't see that coming! The evil has finally showed his face. Let me just say to you that there's more...
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You won't believe what's going to happen in this chapter!!!! Trust me!
Let Love Be Your Energy............chapter 17
Last time:
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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Pan flew away slowly from the palace. She had a lot on her mind and wasn't in the most for intense speed. She stopped when she was a about a mile into the city. There were quite a lot of saiyans flying around over the city at this time of the day. She turned around to stare at the palace and was rendered speechless. She had never taken time to properly look at the beauty of the palace from the outside.
It was spread out over a vast area of land. The whole area was uphill. The palace was raised above the City, which started on low ground, slowly rising up, joining the palace. The City was enormous, and stretched for miles downwards towards the lower ground and gradually broke up into a few houses and then there was nothing but desert. The City had around 100 million saiyans living there, around an eighth of the whole population.
The Palace was separated from the City by huge walls and a massive steel gate with a fantastic emblem on the front. The Palace had a few towers and the roof was a mahogany red. She could see saiyans training on the Royal Training Area whish was green with lush plants collected from around the planet.
Pan turned to face the desert that stretched for miles with Death Valley and No End Pit before touching another major city. Her Greta Aunt lived beyond the next City in the Oasis. She couldn't wait to go there. She loved the greenery there.
But before that she decided to go to her Grandmother's house to tell her where she was going. She began to fly there and descended as she approached the familiar area of the outer City. She landed and went in through the back door, which she knew would be open.
Her Grandmother was cooking, and from the delicious smell, it was a meat and vegetable pie.
"Hey Grandma Chi-Chi."
Chi-Chi turned around and smiled, "Pan! Where have you been? After what happened yesterday you just disappeared! I was worried Pan, why didn't you call or at least tell me where you were going?"
Pan felt guilty, "Domendicato, Grandma."
Chi-Chi sighed. Pan truly felt sorry: she had said sorry in the ancient language that she had been taught as a child. She wondered where Pan had been.
"Where did you stay last night?"
"Um..." should she tell the truth? "At Senai's"
"You went to talk to her then?"
"Yes," replied Pan, "I needed to hear a few things."
Chi-Chi smiled, "Just make sure you tell me next time, okay?"
Pan nodded before opening the oven to look at the delicious pie. She hadn't told her Grandma her suicidal ordeal because she knew it would just worry her.
"It looks delicious," said Pan, closing the oven.
"Don't touch it Pan, it's got to cook for another three hours. It's for lunch. If you're staying, you can eat it with Goten."
Pan's eyes lit up, "Uncle Goten? I haven't seen him in ages!"
"He's in the lounge with Br...his girlfriend," said Chi-Chi, covering up her mistake.
Pan began to walk out of the door when she stopped, "Where's Mum?"
Chi-Chi tensed. She sighed quietly to herself.
Why did she have to have amnesia?
~I feel awful lying to her, but it's the only way~ she thought.
"You know how busy she always is, Pan. She was called and had to go off- planet for a few days to Planet Elrond."
Pan nodded.
"Pan, before you go and see Goten, can I see something?"
Pan stood still as her Grandmother approached her and swept her ebony hair aside to look at her bite mark.
"It's normal, Grandmother."
Chi-Chi inspected it and nodded to herself. It looked normal, but it would have to be drained of its blood again soon.
"Do you feel okay? You felt nauseas yesterday."
"I'm fine, Grandma Chi-Chi. A little nauseas this morning but nothing much. But...it's gonna have to be rebitten soon...doesn't it...."
Chi-Chi knew her Granddaughter was referring to her bite mark.
"Yes dear, but for the moment it's fine. If it happens again, just drain it like I did before. But you can't do that forever."
"I've broken up with Leonardo though, so...what do I do?"
"I...I don't know Pan," responded Chi-Chi patting her Granddaughter on the back.
~I only hope it doesn't get to that~ she thought as Pan smiled and retreated out of the kitchen.
Chi-Chi sighed as she remembered the events from the day before. Pan had come in a right state after being at the palace. Eventually, she had calmed down and relaxed. That was when Chi-Chi found out she was pregnant. What a predicament. She wanted to help Pan, to tell her the truth and stop her confusion and misery.
Chi-Chi knew that Senai knew what was up. She knew everything. Chi-Chi knew that Pan trusted and had faith in Senai and would believe and take into account what she was told by her. Chi-Chi knew that whatever Senai had told Pan, it had calmed her down. To Chi-Chi, her Granddaughter seemed normal and in a happy mood.
But she didn't believe that she had spent the night at Senai's.
Chi-Chi knew her family all too well. Pan had a face that told her when she was lying and she had seen that face when she had asked Pan the question. So who did she stay with?
Chi-Chi thought about it as she poured herself a glass of water. Her and Leonardo were over. She hadn't seen Goten in a long time and she knew that Pan didn't have a lot of friends when she was fourteen. She had always liked to have no company when she was younger and she believed herself to be that age.
~So who could it be?~ she thought.
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"Uncle Goten!"
Pan's voice interrupted Goten and Bra in a heated kiss. They broke apart and about a second later Pan entered the room.
"Hey, Pan...how are you?"
Pan wrapped her arms around Goten's neck, "I'm okay, I guess. How about you? I haven't seen you in ages!"
"I'm feeling great."
Actually, they were both a bit surprised to see Pan. They hadn't seen her since the accident in the gravity room and because of her amnesia, she wouldn't remember Bra.
Pan turned to look at Bra as she stood up. They were about the same height.
"So, is this your girlfriend Grandma told me about?"
"Yes," replied Goten, running the back of his head with his hand. He always did it when he was nervous. In this case, how to introduce Bra as if Pan had never met her before. To Pan, it was first introduction nerves.
"Pan, this is Bra. Bra, this is my niece Pan."
They said hello to each other. Pan thought she was extremely pretty and looked friendly.
Pan smiled as she looked into Bra's eyes. They were sapphire blue, just like...hang on! Trunks?!
Pan gasped, "The Princess Bra?!"
Goten ummed nervously.
"Yes, the Princess. It's nice to meet you," said Bra to perfection. She could always adapt to difficult situations.
"How? How did you meet? Uncle Goten, did she ask you or did you ask her?" asked Pan, turning towards her Uncle with excitement and anticipation.
~You introduced us, Pan~ thought Goten, "Um...It was sort of an accident that we met at the...at the..."
"At the mall. He was just very sweet," said Bra, smiling.
Pan smirked at her Uncle, "You're a bundle of nerves Uncle Goten."
Bra looked at Goten knowingly. It was difficult to talk to her as if you were just introducing your girlfriend when in fact, they had been friends for over a year. Bra sighed to herself. She didn't know how her brother was coping with the loss of Pan. She knew that they loved each other with so much passion that being apart was slowly killing him, and Pan without her knowledge.
Pan sat down as they did, "So, how long have you been together?"
"A year," said Bra, telling the truth.
"A year?! That long? Why didn't you tell me Uncle Goten? You always keep everything a secret from me!"
"Well, we wanted to get to know each other before we told anyone. Mum's known for a month or so," lied Goten, pleased that his cover story was actually pretty good.
"Hmm. So, what do you think of my Uncle?" Pan asked Bra.
"He's adorable! We have the same interests and get along really well."
Pan smiled evilly and Goten caught it, "I'm glad that you've finally settled down Uncle Goten. You always had a new girlfriend every other week."
"Pan," said Goten, annoyed that she was spilling his life.
"Don't try to deny it! You used to bring them around here and make a big deal out of it! You were always on the phone."
Bra showed great interest, "Really? You must tell me more. Anything embarrassing?"
"Sure," replied Pan.
Goten was blushing, "Stop it Pan!"
"Once, about a year ago, I was training and Uncle Goten was on the phone to his girlfriend. I asked if she was a different girlfriend to the last one the week before. Uncle Goten told me to shut-up. Of course, he was on the phone and she thought he was telling her to shut-up. They ended up having a big argument on the phone and in the end, he was begging for forgiveness while trying to tear my hair out. The look on his face! It was priceless!"
Bra smirked and looked to Goten who was a deep red. Bra decided to use this to her advantage. The normal Pan had never told her the juicy contents of this conversation. She had always been too busy with Trunks.
The two talked to each other for another two hours. Pan enjoyed the conversation, Bra was glad that it didn't seem strange and difficult anymore to introduce yourself to someone who already knew you and Goten was red the whole time trying to shut Pan up. He was relieved when Chi-Chi called them in for lunch.
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She had always enjoyed the sun. The way it seemed to heat up her skin and make her hair stand on end as if there was danger about. The rays made her feel warm inside.
Pan sighed. She was lying on the ground in her Grandma's garden. Goten and his girlfriend had left after lunch and Pan needed some space to herself. She needed to think.
The vision. It seemed to cry out to her. Her hand: young skin and fragile, piercing his tough torso and coming out the other side. Blood: everywhere. Crimson poured out over her hand, staining her skin. It soaked his spandex and puddled on the floor.
Pan closed her eyes. She couldn't actually see all of the vision: she could only remember bits and pieces that replayed in her memory. It was disturbing to her. Was she even capable of performing such an act? To kill someone?
There was another bit of it that she couldn't seem to forget. And that was his face.
Pan found a lump in her throat, her eyes threatening to spill tears. His face had been of pure shock that seemed to pierce her soul. As her hand had entered his body, his face cried out pain, though no sound was emitted. And then, when he had realised what she had done and looked her straight in the eye, Pan had seen something that would haunt her.
His eyes, so blue like the deepest sea or the blue of the sky at dawn showed her so many emotions. Shock, horror, disbelief. Pain, unbelievable pain...but pride so there was silence. Anger, anticipation, sorrow. And then the emotions that struck her heart: hurt in her, desperation for it to be a dream, and...love.
Pan cried out to the sky, her eyes releasing tears. She placed her hand over her heart, which was beating fast and was pained. She felt her neck heat up, her bite mark responding to her thoughts and feelings.
Love? He...loved her? In the vision?
"Why does it seem to hurt so much?" she whispered to the clouds.
She knew it wasn't the past. So it could either be the future or what she desired. She didn't want that to happen, so the only answer was the future. Pan wiped her eyes, the tears easing their flow.
Love? Would he fall in love with her and then she would ultimately kill him? With her own bare hands?
No. She would never let that happen. She would never kill him; or anyone.
But the love?
Pan's breath seemed to hitch in her throat. Her tears had stopped flowing, her breathing calming down. Pan closed her eyes. She remembered all that she had seen since her visions had started. He had been in most of them. In one, she had kissed him. His breath against her neck and his gentle lips against hers. He had come to save her, had calmed her down, helped her out. He had even said to her that she meant something to him and Senai had drawn The Lovers card. He had kissed her for real as well.
She shivered, biting her lower lip. Was she supposed to be feeling like this?
She couldn't deny it any longer. She was drawn to him. She was attracted to him. He was gorgeous, no doubt about it and she had never seen eyes as blue as his. She seemed to freeze when she looked into them, as if an invisible force wanted her to look into his eyes. His hands, so powerful and stained with blood of enemies, yet so gentle and soft to touch.
She could tell that he had trust and put others before him when ever possible. She could tell that he was caring and kind.
Pan remembered what he had said to her before she had jumped. She had told him that there was something connected to her heart and soul that she didn't know about and he had told her that she should try to find out what it was. Maybe this was it: the attraction she held for him.
She sighed. So much had happened over the last few weeks. She had gone from one extreme to another, but she now thought that she had come to a steady path. Leonardo was out of her life and she was going to take Senai's advice. She wasn't going to run away from her fears or the visions. Instead, she was going to try to figure out their true meaning. She wasn't going to think about the confusion in her head. And she was going to try to get to know Trunks. She didn't know how, but he seemed to always be there at the right place at the right time.
She pushed the bad vision out of her head. She wasn't going to think about that again.
She put her nausea as part of her injury during the Earthquake. Pan touched her head and ran her fingers along the hairline scab that was still present.
Maybe the Earthquake was her wake up call: her wake up call to change.
Her wake up call to rethink her ambitions. A wake up call to others to think about their lives. A wake up call that hadn't happened in years.
A wake up call that was deliberate.
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He closed his eyes as the hot water splashed onto his face and cascaded down his sleek body. He sighed as his body relaxed and his muscles were relieved of the ache that had begun to set in after his vigorous spar with his Father.
Trunks leaned against the shower wall, flinching as coldness from the tiles shot through his body. He grew used to it and began to think.
He still felt angry inside, but not as much to throw a punch at anyone coming his way. He had relieved most of his tension against his Father, who had not been able to block all of his onslaughts.
He sighed. He needed to think.
He stepped forward into the water and ran his fingers through his wet hair. She was always in his thoughts: she was his mate.
Who didn't remember him.
It was the afternoon; she had only left from the Palace four hours ago. He remembered all that was said between them: their conversation about milk, her wonder at waking up in his quarters, telling her she was worth more than death and having a good time. It seemed almost...normal. As if she was back as his mate who knew how much she meant to him.
He knew that she regarded him as someone she could trust. The last twelve hours had proved that to her. He had prevented her suicide and helped her to reform herself. He only hoped that everything would be as normal before she started to show. The ki within her had swelled when he had watched her sleeping the night before, as if knowing his Father was there; as if knowing the situation and wanting things to be how they were.
And then there was the vision: the sick horrid vision that had engulfed their minds. He had tried to see it once before, but had passed out from the experience. He desperately wanted to see it, to see what the situation was, to know what happened for sure. He could only see bits and pieces of it, as if his mind didn't want to see it once again.
Trunks growled and smashed his fist against the wall, the tiles cracking under the pressure. He wanted to know, wanted to see, wanted it to tell him that it wasn't true...that it was only a hallucination of his mind.
But then why did they both see it?
No answer came to his mind, except that he wanted to know. Desperation clung to him like despair. Nothing would stop him from finding out.
Nothing.
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Blood. Crimson blood everywhere. It had soaked the walls and the floor and was slowly spreading towards him. It seemed like an animal, stalking its prey: a predator. And it was out to get him.
Hands suddenly came up out of the blood, as if trying to reach him. They were stained with blood too, dripping off the members into the sea of blood below. They suddenly clenched, as if they were angry.
He moved back as the blood came closer and closer and closer.
His back hit solid wall and he was trapped. Nowhere to go.
The blood reached his feet and pooled around his boots. Steam rose and a hiss was heard. The blood was like acid: and was burning him.
He screamed in agony as the blood slowly travelled up his leg, defying the laws of gravity. It wasn't like blood anymore, but like slime. He could feel it eating away at his skin; consuming his flesh.
And it continued to burn as it travelled further and further up.
He saw in his mind a hand piercing his torso with such vehemence. The shock on his features. And the death afterwards.
Soon, it was down his throat and his screams echoed in the moonlight until there was only silence.
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Trunks woke up and sat up with a jolt. He was breathing heavily, sweat beading and dripping down his brow. He drew his knees up, the duvet covering the lower half of his body. He closed his eyes and recalled his dream.
Blood had been everywhere and he had been running from it. And then, as it consumed him he had witnessed the vision once more: the terrifying vision of his beloved mate piercing his skin and sucking the life out of him until he was no more. Pan killing him. Killing him. Him.
He growled as he ran his fingers through his hair. His breathing had slowed from the nightmare and he glanced at the clock.
3:37am.
He needed sleep, but he also needed the truth. The vision was consuming him; controlling him like a virus at work. Maybe it was a virus, wanting to take over his mind.
"What is it that I saw?...What is it?..." he whispered, clenching his fist before releasing a tiny ki blast from his hand and directing it towards a picture frame on the bedside cabinet. It was a direct hit and it smashed to the floor into tiny pieces, the picture inside crumpling up and burning as it fell to the floor.
It didn't cross his mind that the picture was one of Pan smiling at him, as if there was nothing wrong with the world.
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It continued for three days.
All Trunks thought about was the horrifying vision. It haunted him like a ghost who had unfinished business and it consumed him like a virus intending to kill. Every time he thought about Pan, his mind switched to the vision.
He didn't know it was the past: it had been completely erased from everyone's memory. He only thought that it could be the future or something her desired.
Pan had gone to the Oasis as he had felt her ki leave a few days before. But otherwise, the Pan in his thoughts was a very different Pan to the one he saw in the vision.
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"This is bad."
It was words that neither Gohan nor Videl wanted to hear from Kakarott's lips, but he had said it. They were all looking down upon Vegeta-sei and had seen all that had happened.
"Referring to what, Father?"
Kakarott turned towards his son. His face was lined with worry.
"Everything that I've done to make sure that everyone is happy and that life runs smoothly is going to be gone. This is bad: very bad."
Videl sighed, "It's Trunks, isn't it?
Gohan looked to his mate before looking back at his Father.
"Yes," replied Kakarott, "recent events have greatly disturbed him. And after all that we've found out so far about the situation on Vegeta-sei, the only way around it is seemingly death itself."
"I'm confused. It would seem like death itself?" asked Gohan.
Kakarott turned to face him, "This is what we know. Something is up on Vegeta-sei: an evil. Like I said before, it caused the Earthquake and is making all the strange happenings on the planet. Someone made them see that erased memory. We thought it was Sheik, but we now know it isn't. We checked all of the Hells and the Barren Lands and we saw her there, biding her time for all eternity. She's dead and truly gone. So the question is who else would have such powerful mental and psychic abilities? And how did they know of that memory?"
"Who knows?" replied Videl.
"But I don't know where you are going with this, Father. They both saw the erased memory. Pan is fine. Trunks is thinking about it, he'll forget about it soon enough."
"He won't."
Videl sighed, "Then what do you propose we do?"
"This evil. When it showed them the memory, it was intended to drive them crazy. It didn't work with Pan...but look at Trunks. He can't breathe let alone sleep without thinking about it. Pretty soon, he will become so absorbed in that only thing that he will become weak. I think that then, the evil will strike," said Kakarott, looking back down.
"But you intend to do something, don't you? I know that my Father-in-Law wouldn't let something like this take place!" cried Videl.
"I am going to do something."
"But how?" asked Gohan, "We aren't allowed in the world of the living anymore. We spent too much time there last time!"
"You won't like what I'm going to do, but I'll tell you: We tell him."
Gohan paled, "Tell him?"
"We tell him everything."
Videl gasped, "You can't do that!"
"It's the only way."
Kakarott turned toward them, "I will contact Trunks in a dream and tell him the truth. The whole truth. About Pan's ambition to kill him, what she believed he did, the killing, the time in hell, when they first met Sheik in Hell, when Pan was captive in the Palace cells, when I turned back time and made them a new memory to restore their lives."
There was silence.
"Once Trunks sees the truth, he will see what is happening on the planet and put things right. He loves Pan too much to ever think that her actions were done with all of her heart and soul. He will see that it was like the devil himself controlled Pan when she first decided to murder him. And maybe then, Trunks will have enough strength to defeat the evil and enough strength to wait for his mate."
Gohan was speechless and turned away from his Father. He breathed heavily, "You just can't tell him like that! Think of the shock and of all the work we put into that so they would be happy together. What if he goes after Pan? Are you thinking about her?"
"I am, and you know I am. It's the only way otherwise he'll just slowly kill himself as he loses control. The evil is strong, stronger than you or I could ever hope to be! So face it, son, we have no choice."
"We don't," agreed Videl, sighing.
Gohan dropped his head, "What else can we do?"
Kakarott nodded his head before looking down upon Vegeta-sei. It was night now, and Trunks had fallen to sleep again.
"We do it then," said Kakarott.
"Yes," replied Gohan.
"Tonight...now."
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Trunks was sure he was dreaming when he saw the figures appear. He was in a white room. They were blurred at first because they were far away. But as they walked ever closer, their shapes opened in Trunks' eyes. They were both saiyan: their tails wrapped around their waists. They were around the same height, one had spiked up hair with a stray lock over his face and the other had hair that spiked out in numerous directions. They looked instantly familiar and as they walked closer he recognised them.
They were part of the Son family: Pan's Father and Grandfather. The older one had been General of the Fourth Division of the Saiyan Army and the other the Leading Saiyan of the Secret Society. But Gohan and Kakarott had died in the Battle of Tyrants seven years ago: what were they doing here?
I'm dreaming he told himself as they became clearer and clearer. And soon they were in front of him and they were talking.
"You know who we are," they said.
Trunks found himself nodding.
"What we are about to tell you," said Gohan, "is the answer: the truth."
"The answer?" Trunks replied.
They looked at him and he instantly understood.
"Do you love Pan?" asked Kakarott.
"Nothing compares to the love I hold for pan within my heart and soul," he replied, "But you must know what's happened..."
"Before we tell you the truth, you must always remember your love for Pan and the trust you hold for her. She still loves you. Deep within her heart where her mind will not let her wonder, her love for you shines like fire. You will be one again. You will be. You will be."
Trunks nodded before they looked at each other and they started to tell him the answer: the truth.
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They told him everything.
Everything detail, every word said, every description: and all of it the truth.
Trunks listened intently as they started from the very beginning: the Battle where they had died and as they progressed...it became clear that every word spoken was so precious, that it could break at the slightest interruption or thought. The words flowed out of their mouths like elemental music and flowed into Trunks' mind that recorded every fact. Time seemed to slow down as they talked: it was as if time knew that this was so important that there needed to be time to say it all.
As the truth progressed and got more and more filled with agony and fatality, the white room they were in seemed to listen to the words and feel the emotions with them. The white room turned to a blood red colour before turning to a dark blue shade, yellow lightning brightening up and adding tension. But Trunks didn't take heed to it: he was listening to the answer.
He couldn't explain what he felt as revelation after shocking revelation was revealed to him. Who knew what his heart was feeling during the intense time?
Pan. Pan. Pan. Pan.
Her name. They were saying her name.
Why?
Trunks closed his yes as the revelation became more and more like a surreal dream. All the things he had ever known were wrong. They had given him a new memory, given them a new life, concealing them from the truth. Just to protect them, to protect them from the veracity that would have caused great grief.
But understanding didn't reconcile in Trunks mind. He felt as light as air within his head and he knew that when the truth was over, so would the lightness and he would be brought back to reality.
Reality. Did he really want to go back now that he knew that reality was where everything went wrong?
Deep inside Gohan and Kakarott's mind, they both knew that what they were doing was right. Trunks needed to know what was going on, to save himself from losing all control like the evil wanted him to. After, Trunks would finally be able to see that the evil had caused the Earthquake on that fateful day and had caused Pan to have amnesia. He would be able to see that the evil was controlling him. And then, Trunks and the other Super Saiyans on Vegeta-sei could put a stop to the evil and return Pan's memories. They knew Trunks loved Pan and would never hurt her. They knew that Trunks would see the murder as if the devil itself had controlled Pan. They knew that everything would be okay.
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Trunks woke up with a jolt, perspiration running down the side of his face. It was still night.
"It was real?" he asked himself as he remembered all that had happened in his dream.
He glanced at his hands before looking up.
"It was real. It was...the truth..."
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A dark figure chuckled to himself, the volume slowly rising, as the chuckle became a maniac laughter.
The figure closed his eyes before opening them again to stare into the glass ball that he held in his hand. Energy fizzled around it and inside was an image of Trunks, waking up with a jolt, perspiration running down the side of his face.
His slender, skin coloured fingers closed around the glass ball, before releasing his strong grip. His red eyes narrowed and the glass ball rose up into mid-air before levitating across the dark, circular room. It settled onto a piece of fabric where it rested.
He rose up from his chair. Long dark blonde hair that was swept up off his face on the top of his head, with shorted bangs hanging down framed his face. His deep, blood red eyes and blood red lips seemed to glow in the darkness. His features were stern. He wore a royal blue bodysuit, with a darker blue bit from the hips to the top of the thighs. A light blue cloth was wrapped around his upper body and shoulders, a red sun symbol on it. He had dark blue boots on and on his hands, a red jewel on the middle fingers.
He turned around and walked over the only light in the room, a weird sort of lamp. He stopped and chuckled again, before speaking.
"Kakarott...Gohan..." His voice was smooth, but filled with utmost evil.
"You think what you're doing is the right thing? You think that telling him will put everything right? Put a stop to 'the evil'?"
He breathed out.
"All you've done is play right into my hands. I wanted you to tell him: it was the plan all along. You thought that you were doing the right thing! Just wait 'till morning: you'll see how very wrong you were..."
He laughed satanically before walking out of the room. The door swung shut with a thud.
A new revelation revealed.
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Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!
Oops...sorry! Got a bit carried away there! I love this chapter, it's very long too: 16 pages worth! Double my record. And my fingers sure want to write more!
New things revealed here! Bet you didn't see that coming! The evil has finally showed his face. Let me just say to you that there's more...
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