First of all, I need to apologise. I haven't been updating this as
frequently as I could have. Truth is, I have no interest in DBZ anymore.
Because the series has finished, along with DBGT, I have moved on to watch
other anime and read other anime fics. But, this fic will continue. It will
end on chapter 26, and I will try to update every two to three weeks. I
will not slack like it did over Christmas. Cos it's been a while, here is a
recap of this fic.
RECAP: After Pan tried to commit suicide, Trunks saved her. They saw a vision: something that should have been forgotten and shouldn't exist. They saw when Pan killed Trunks (from the previous fic). They ignore it. Pan becomes a little better, and leaves to find herself again.
But Trunks feels pain as Pan is pregnant with his child and can't have her. Kakarott, Gohan and Videl, in heaven, think that Sheik might be alive again and made them see the vision that doesn't exist. But, they see Sheik in hell, so it can't be her, but someone else.
Pan remembered the vision and is confused as she remembers seeing love in Trunks eyes. She feels attracted to him. Meanwhile, Trunks can't seem to hold onto life anymore. He needs Pan so much, that he is going mad. He has dreams about the vision, and he can't understand why he saw it. This madness continues for three days.
Kakarott knows that he has to stop this confusion from taking over Trunks, otherwise the evil that showed him the vision will make Trunks go crazy and hate Pan. So they decide to tell him everything: Pan's plan to kill him, his death, their time in hell. They think that this will help him and he'll help Pan. They tell him and he finally now the real truth. We see the evil laughing, saying it was all part of the plan, and this is where we are up to now.........
Let Love Be Your Energy....................................chapter 18
Last time:
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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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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How could she do such a thing?
He couldn't think of an answer: he felt that there was no answer to give.
Trunks closed his eyes and balled his fingers into fists. He felt his bones moving underneath his skin and welcomed the feeling. It was dawn and the sun was rising at the far horizon. He was sitting on his bed looking out of the open French doors that let in a breeze.
He opened his eyes and stared at the beauty of the sun as it rose from behind the never-ending desert. He recalled the night's events in his mind as clear as day.
They had come: Gohan and Kakarott. They were Pan's deceased relatives visiting him in a dream that was real. And they had told him the truth. The real truth of what had happened just over a year ago when he had first met Pan; not a cover-up that had been pulled over their eyes.
And he couldn't believe it.
Not that it had happened, but the utter shock that it had caused him. How couldn't he have seen it before?
Her soft lips against his lips, her gentle hands holding his, her smooth cheek caressing his. Her bond that shared all of their thoughts and feelings that proved how strong their love for each other actually was.
Trunks felt angry. He anger was for himself and for her.
He didn't know how he could have missed it. She had killed him and they had lived. How could she ever hope to love him after she had done that? Why hadn't he noticed anything to show what she was really like?
He was angry with her to. He loved her and she had told him that she loved him to. But how can you love someone you murdered? How can you love with having such evil intentions in your mind? It didn't matter how manipulated you were by anything.
Trunks had heard the truth and the reasons that Pan had done it. But it wasn't acceptable.
Since he had first seen the vision that he and Pan had seen when she had tried to commit suicide, it had been bothering him. It was as if it consumed him. He longed to find out what it was. The future? An ambition?
She didn't love him. If you were kind-hearted and loved you wouldn't be able to do such a thing. But she had done it. She had actually killed someone and it was the person who loved her best.
She couldn't love him. There was no way. Even if she had realised that it was wrong or that her memory had been erased, she couldn't have the heart to love him.
So her love for him was fake. If she couldn't love him then her feelings weren't there. They were non-existent.
Trunks was surprised when he felt a drop of liquid hit his hand. He looked at it before brushing it away. He wiped his eyes trying to erase what his feelings were doing to him. He didn't want to cry: he wouldn't cry. It was only feelings for the weak.
And he realised that he had been weak.
His feelings had blinded him from the horrifying truth. If only he had opened his eyes.
He then made a decision. No more feelings or emotions. No more weakness.
He still loved Pan: he couldn't deny that. But he didn't want to. Who wanted to be in love with someone who didn't have anything within them.
He was angry. Very angry. But felt pain inside, pain he didn't want to feel.
He was in love and didn't want to be at the same time. It was as if he would tear into two.
And he didn't know what to do next.
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All he could hear was his breathing: his quick, raspy breaths that wanted to hitch in his throat because of what was happening. He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking and sparks flying around him.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
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Trunks had remained at his home for a few hours before deciding to get away from it all. He flew out of the window, the wind rushing past his ears and his lavender hair flying in all directions. He loved the feeling of the speed and the thrill it gave him.
The city was bustling although it was still early. Saiyans flew around him in all directions so he decided to fly higher to a place he hadn't been in a long time.
Trunks sighed as his vision was clouded before his eyes were opened to endless blue sky and the searing hot sun. He was flying above the clouds. His strong royal saiyan blood let him cope with the intense heat and lack of oxygen.
Above was blue, below was white as if water was above him and sky was below. Nothing could disturb him here. Nothing.
Every so often, Trunks would see a break in the clouds. He was still above the City, but towards the outer part. He saw his destination, though he wasn't sure if it really was a destination at all.
He dived back through the clouds and closed his eyes as he felt the air once again rush past him and he knew the ground was getting closer and closer. He slowed down and opened his eyes before stopping above the ground. He didn't want to be too close, so he decided to sit on a tree.
The tree was very old and one of the very few trees on the planet due to the hot climate. It had many thick branches and was covered in lush green leaves that never sickened although it hardly rained. He stopped flying and settled down on a branch that was near the top of the tree. The leaves concealed him and blocked out the sun. It was very relaxing where he was hiding.
He was hiding. And he knew whom from as well if they decided to come out.
He just couldn't help himself although she was the one person he didn't want to see. She was the one person who he didn't want to think about. She caused him pain and intense anger.
He breathed in the fresh air as he peered through a small gap in the leaves. He knew that Pan was in her Grandmother's house, he could sense her calm ki. He ground his teeth together as her face suddenly assaulted his thoughts.
He felt like killing something.
Just then, he heard a click and the swing of a door opening. He then heard it shut. Peeking through he gap in the leaves, he saw her. Her mid-back length ebony hair was swept up off her face with strands coming over her face framing it attractively. She was smiling as she walked towards the tree, cute dimples in her cheeks.
Trunks bit his tongue as he followed her with his eyes. He was tempted to say something; ask her about their covered past. But he held his tongue.
She was below the tree now and Trunks looked down through the branches and the leaves to see her sit down and lean against the tree. If she looked up, she would probably see him though the gaps.
He watched her as she sighed and looked out towards the desert terrain that was beyond their back garden. She seemed happy and tranquil. He kept on watching her: his eyes never gazing away from her.
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Pan had decided to go outside for some fresh air and a chance to gather her thoughts. The temperature was warm outside and there was a slight breeze. She decided to sit below the old tree. As she looked towards the dessert terrain, she thought about him.
Her heart was suddenly pained as she thought of the bad things she had seen after he had saved her from her suicide. She pushed them aside and focused on the good things.
Since she had first woken up less than an hour before, he had been in her thoughts. She smiled to herself. He was attracted to him in a big way and she now realised that she had liked him from the start. She just had been too messed up.
She was drawn 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.
It was unbelievable what she was feeling. She had never thought feelings could run so deep.
She thought back to her thoughts from yesterday. She had seen love in his eyes during the vision.
She sighed and lifted her arms above her and stretched them before putting them behind her head. The sun was in her face so she decided to move. She kept her gaze on the dessert terrain while she reached up and grabbed a branch. She hoisted herself up and settled back against the tree, concealed by the leaves around her.
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Trunks held in his breath when he saw what Pan was doing. He hoped she didn't see him. And luckily she didn't.
He slowly let out his breath. That was too close. And extremely lucky.
Trunks looked down. She was only around two metres below him. He could faintly smell some type of fragrance that seemed to make him go weak at the knees. But he stopped that as soon as it happened.
His thoughts were plagued by her as he sat still, his ki suppressed as much as he could. What would he say if she realised he was there?
He bit his tongue, relishing in the pain it brought to him.
Pan breathed in the smell of the greenery around her. She always had climbed this tree as a child and had looked at the vast area of the city from the top. It held many memories for her.
They had been together thought apart for around an hour now and Trunks found it difficult to concentrate. He wanted to get away from her murdering hands: her betrayal hands. But if he moved she would know he was there.
Pan sighed. She could stay outside forever if she could. Nature always called to her. She suddenly heard a rustling above her and a flutter of wings. A bird, she presumed and looked up to see if she could see a nest.
Trunks heard the bird fly away from beside him and growled angrily at it. He then looked down and a pair of ebony eyes met his gaze.
Her eyes widened. What was he doing here? Not that she was angry or anything. She kind of liked the idea he had probably been watching her for a while.
"Hi. What are you doing here?"
Her voice, though angelic, masked the badness inside. This was what Trunks knew. He continued to stare at her, unable to break her gaze as if a bond pulled them towards each other.
~No~ though Trunks ~we don't have a bond. She's no mate of mine~
Pain and ache swept through him but he ignored it. He saw that Pan had flinched a bit, as if her body subconsciously knew what he had said.
"I'm going."
His tone was cold and Pan was confused. He broke their gaze and jumped to the ground. Pan did the same, intent on finding out what he had been up to.
"Please don't go."
He stopped in his tracks and turned towards her, "Why shouldn't I?"
Pan sighed in annoyance, "Why are you acting all weird, Trunks? I only asked you a question and you go all cold on me."
Trunks stared at her and Pan could feel his eyes travelling over her body. It was a feeling that made a blissful shudder go down her spine. Trunks heart ached but he ignored it. Ignorance is bliss. He loved her, but he didn't want to. He didn't know what to do or where to go next.
"Have you ever thought that your life could be one long dream?"
Now that surprised Pan. What did he mean by that?
"What did you think of that bloody vision, Pan? The one we saw on the cliff. What did you feel? How do you feel now?"
His gaze was strong and unsettling. Pan could feel her breath choking in her throat. He was scaring her.
"It made me feel sick, okay Trunks?" she began, "I may be a saiyan and I love the thrill of a battle but to see myself with blood staining my hands and hurting someone.........who I care about.........is sick. I don't know what's happening, but something like that will never happen."
Trunks smiled to himself, before chuckling, "But what if it was real?"
"It isn't real."
She sounded certain. Trunks smiled, before turning away.
"There's so much you don't know Pan. Just remember that."
His words stung Pan as he raised his ki and flew off. What was wrong with him? He seemed as if something had deeply bothered him. And why was he going on about the vision being somehow real.
~He's just.........stressed, that's all~ Pan told herself, though doubt had risen in her mind.
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This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. Nothing could have gone wrong. He growled to himself in frustration.
What would happen now that it hadn't gone as they had hoped?
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Bra kissed Goten goodbye and watched his form as he flew away. She sighed. She loved him so much and everything was going so well for both of them. But not for her brother.
She felt so sorry for him. It was such a shame that something so horrible and heart wrenching could befall upon such a sweet two. They were a perfect match.
She only hoped that Pan remembered soon.
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Bulma hummed as stretched. Being cooped all morning under a new space pod project really did your back in. She smiled as she felt it click. She checked her reflection in the mirror that was suspended on the wall before exiting the room.
After a glorious bath, she felt her son return from an early morning excursion. She knew where he had been and she knew it must have hurt. She hadn't had a chance to speak to her son in the last five days. All she knew was that he had disappeared five nights ago and returned in the middle of the night with Pan. She had left in the morning.
She knew that Trunks had been very angry and frustrated once she had left as his spar with Vegeta had surprised her mate. He had come saying that Trunks had released a lot of pent up frustration. But Bulma knew it was more than that. She was a mother after all.
She knew he was in pain and would do anything for time to be reversed and everything put back to normal. She wanted to talk to him and reassure him.
She found him in his quarters looking out of the window. The sky had turned grey.
"Trunks," she called softly.
He didn't turn around but she knew that he had heard her. She smiled sadly as she walked to him.
"Are you okay?" She was beside him now, looking up at her son's face. He looked so much like his father.
"No."
There wasn't much Bulma could do for him but talk and support him.
"Sweetie, I know you saw her this morning. Did you talk?"
No answer. He didn't even stir, just kept his gaze on the outside world.
"I know that there's something bothering you, and it's more than what I know. Do you want to talk about it?"
Trunks breathed deeply, "Just go Mother."
Bulma sighed, her eyes narrowing, "Trunks........."
"Will you just go?!"
He tuned to look at her and Bulma backed away subconsciously in fright. His eyes. They were so cold. She could see nothing in them. Nothing but bleakness. He looked furious and his look killed. She could see that he was struggling to keep his jaw closed, as if he wanted to shout at her more. It had been a shout. His voice had sounded different: cold, emotionless, and angry.
He needed to calm down. Everything was getting to him. All his pent-up emotion boiling up inside from not having Pan by his side.
In fact, she was wrong. He wasn't angry because Pan wasn't at his side. He was angry at Pan. She had hurt him so much. She had killed him! And nothing could seem to undo the knot of hate and loath he had for her.
He hated her. He loved her.
Both end of the string that made up the knot.
He just wanted to be left alone! To rid his thoughts on her!
Bulma wanted to comfort her son, but she felt afraid. And she felt disgusted by herself in that. Afraid of her own son? But something was there warning her.
She moved to him, keeping his gaze.
"Trunks.........I understand that you're feeling angry and frustrated but........." Bulma put her hands on his arms.
He shrugged her hands away, "Don't touch me."
His voice was raspy and just as cold, his pupils dilated so that only a bit of blue could be seen.
"Trunks........."
She continued talking to him, but he didn't listen. Her voice just seemed like a foreign language in his head. It grew louder and louder within him and he wanted it to stop. Couldn't she just leave him alone? Couldn't she see that he wanted her to go? He turned his gaze away but she continued to talk. Trunks wanted to grip his head to stop the voices and he clenched his fists until blood began to drip from squeezing too hard. She had to go. He had to be left alone. He didn't like the noise. He didn't like the light that was emitting from her ki. Her light was sweet: good. He didn't want good. He wanted darkness.........pain.........and then he couldn't take anymore.
Bulma hadn't seen his snap. By the time she realised, it was too late.
Trunks turned around, his eyes wide and pupils dilated. Within a second, his hands were around her neck, squeezing hard. He lifted her off the floor, banged her against the wall and held her there, staring into her frightful eyes. Bulma was frozen. He feet weren't touching the floor and she couldn't breathe. She was so scared, his eyes freaking her out.
His teeth were ground together, his lavender hair shielding part of his eyes.
"Why won't you leave me alone?!" he cried out.
He banged her head against the wall, his hands tightening around his mother's neck.
"Why won't you obey me?!"
Bulma tried to breathe, but she couldn't. His hands were so tight and his eyes so cold. She couldn't take her eyes off his eyes. There was nothing in them. He had lost all control. She wanted to help him, comfort him; but she knew she wouldn't able to and it would never end.
He banged her head against the wall again and she tried to cry out in pain. She could feel herself blacking out, her limbs weakening.
"Why won't you just go away?!"
Bulma tried to stay awake, but she felt so helpless. She could do nothing. She didn't even have the strength to call for Vegeta through their bond. She wanted to help her son, but she couldn't. he wasn't himself. She was so afraid.
".........T.........Trunks........." she rasped.
He banged her against the wall again and Bulma felt blood seeping down the back of her neck.
"Shut up!!"
His grip tightened even more and when Bulma thought that it was all over, she was thrown to the floor. She hit the floor forcefully and immediately felt glorious oxygen fill her lungs in ragged breaths. She coughed up blood and felt the blood flow return to her body. She was facing the floor. She didn't want to turn around.
Trunks watched as she hit the floor with immense force. Her body lay still before she began to cough. The voices had stopped. All was silent.
Trunks breathed deeply and tightened his fists. He closed his eyes and opened them.
That.........was when he realised.
His eyes widened as he remembered all that he had just done. He had his control back; his sanity back. He couldn't have done that, he couldn't. But as he listened to his mother's ragged breaths and watched the blood from her head wound soak her hair crimson, he knew he had.
He sank to his knees and fell on his elbows.
Bulma heard her son come back to reality and turned slowly to see him. He was on his forearms and knees, his head looking down. He was crying.
".........Trunks?" she whispered as she moved towards him.
"Don't come near me!" His voice was broken, and she could hear him sobbing.
"Please.........don't........."
He was pleading with her to not come any closer. He was scared that he'd hurt her again.
Bulma felt emotional pain within her. She moved regardless of his please and the physical pain inflicted. He looked up at her, his eyes red and tears falling from his normal eyes. He was back.
"I'm so sorry........."
He tried to turn away, but Bulma wouldn't let him. Instead, she held his face between her palms, drew his close and embraced him. He did nothing at first, but then collapsed against her shoulder, shaking and sobbing. She only held him closer.
"I'm.........so sorry.........I didn't mean it, I.........I lost control........."
"Shhh. I know Trunks and I forgive you."
She closed her eyes and held his trembling form to her as if he was still a child. She didn't blame him at all. He needed to break down. He needed release and she loved her son so much.
And then she was crying too.
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That's it! I think you can see where this fic is going. I told you it's getting dark!
Please read and review!
And thanks for the reviews from last time! And sorry for not updating! ~bashes head on table for punishment~
Next chapter up soon!
Adios! ~*~*~dragon agility~*~*~
RECAP: After Pan tried to commit suicide, Trunks saved her. They saw a vision: something that should have been forgotten and shouldn't exist. They saw when Pan killed Trunks (from the previous fic). They ignore it. Pan becomes a little better, and leaves to find herself again.
But Trunks feels pain as Pan is pregnant with his child and can't have her. Kakarott, Gohan and Videl, in heaven, think that Sheik might be alive again and made them see the vision that doesn't exist. But, they see Sheik in hell, so it can't be her, but someone else.
Pan remembered the vision and is confused as she remembers seeing love in Trunks eyes. She feels attracted to him. Meanwhile, Trunks can't seem to hold onto life anymore. He needs Pan so much, that he is going mad. He has dreams about the vision, and he can't understand why he saw it. This madness continues for three days.
Kakarott knows that he has to stop this confusion from taking over Trunks, otherwise the evil that showed him the vision will make Trunks go crazy and hate Pan. So they decide to tell him everything: Pan's plan to kill him, his death, their time in hell. They think that this will help him and he'll help Pan. They tell him and he finally now the real truth. We see the evil laughing, saying it was all part of the plan, and this is where we are up to now.........
Let Love Be Your Energy....................................chapter 18
Last time:
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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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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How could she do such a thing?
He couldn't think of an answer: he felt that there was no answer to give.
Trunks closed his eyes and balled his fingers into fists. He felt his bones moving underneath his skin and welcomed the feeling. It was dawn and the sun was rising at the far horizon. He was sitting on his bed looking out of the open French doors that let in a breeze.
He opened his eyes and stared at the beauty of the sun as it rose from behind the never-ending desert. He recalled the night's events in his mind as clear as day.
They had come: Gohan and Kakarott. They were Pan's deceased relatives visiting him in a dream that was real. And they had told him the truth. The real truth of what had happened just over a year ago when he had first met Pan; not a cover-up that had been pulled over their eyes.
And he couldn't believe it.
Not that it had happened, but the utter shock that it had caused him. How couldn't he have seen it before?
Her soft lips against his lips, her gentle hands holding his, her smooth cheek caressing his. Her bond that shared all of their thoughts and feelings that proved how strong their love for each other actually was.
Trunks felt angry. He anger was for himself and for her.
He didn't know how he could have missed it. She had killed him and they had lived. How could she ever hope to love him after she had done that? Why hadn't he noticed anything to show what she was really like?
He was angry with her to. He loved her and she had told him that she loved him to. But how can you love someone you murdered? How can you love with having such evil intentions in your mind? It didn't matter how manipulated you were by anything.
Trunks had heard the truth and the reasons that Pan had done it. But it wasn't acceptable.
Since he had first seen the vision that he and Pan had seen when she had tried to commit suicide, it had been bothering him. It was as if it consumed him. He longed to find out what it was. The future? An ambition?
She didn't love him. If you were kind-hearted and loved you wouldn't be able to do such a thing. But she had done it. She had actually killed someone and it was the person who loved her best.
She couldn't love him. There was no way. Even if she had realised that it was wrong or that her memory had been erased, she couldn't have the heart to love him.
So her love for him was fake. If she couldn't love him then her feelings weren't there. They were non-existent.
Trunks was surprised when he felt a drop of liquid hit his hand. He looked at it before brushing it away. He wiped his eyes trying to erase what his feelings were doing to him. He didn't want to cry: he wouldn't cry. It was only feelings for the weak.
And he realised that he had been weak.
His feelings had blinded him from the horrifying truth. If only he had opened his eyes.
He then made a decision. No more feelings or emotions. No more weakness.
He still loved Pan: he couldn't deny that. But he didn't want to. Who wanted to be in love with someone who didn't have anything within them.
He was angry. Very angry. But felt pain inside, pain he didn't want to feel.
He was in love and didn't want to be at the same time. It was as if he would tear into two.
And he didn't know what to do next.
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All he could hear was his breathing: his quick, raspy breaths that wanted to hitch in his throat because of what was happening. He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking and sparks flying around him.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
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Trunks had remained at his home for a few hours before deciding to get away from it all. He flew out of the window, the wind rushing past his ears and his lavender hair flying in all directions. He loved the feeling of the speed and the thrill it gave him.
The city was bustling although it was still early. Saiyans flew around him in all directions so he decided to fly higher to a place he hadn't been in a long time.
Trunks sighed as his vision was clouded before his eyes were opened to endless blue sky and the searing hot sun. He was flying above the clouds. His strong royal saiyan blood let him cope with the intense heat and lack of oxygen.
Above was blue, below was white as if water was above him and sky was below. Nothing could disturb him here. Nothing.
Every so often, Trunks would see a break in the clouds. He was still above the City, but towards the outer part. He saw his destination, though he wasn't sure if it really was a destination at all.
He dived back through the clouds and closed his eyes as he felt the air once again rush past him and he knew the ground was getting closer and closer. He slowed down and opened his eyes before stopping above the ground. He didn't want to be too close, so he decided to sit on a tree.
The tree was very old and one of the very few trees on the planet due to the hot climate. It had many thick branches and was covered in lush green leaves that never sickened although it hardly rained. He stopped flying and settled down on a branch that was near the top of the tree. The leaves concealed him and blocked out the sun. It was very relaxing where he was hiding.
He was hiding. And he knew whom from as well if they decided to come out.
He just couldn't help himself although she was the one person he didn't want to see. She was the one person who he didn't want to think about. She caused him pain and intense anger.
He breathed in the fresh air as he peered through a small gap in the leaves. He knew that Pan was in her Grandmother's house, he could sense her calm ki. He ground his teeth together as her face suddenly assaulted his thoughts.
He felt like killing something.
Just then, he heard a click and the swing of a door opening. He then heard it shut. Peeking through he gap in the leaves, he saw her. Her mid-back length ebony hair was swept up off her face with strands coming over her face framing it attractively. She was smiling as she walked towards the tree, cute dimples in her cheeks.
Trunks bit his tongue as he followed her with his eyes. He was tempted to say something; ask her about their covered past. But he held his tongue.
She was below the tree now and Trunks looked down through the branches and the leaves to see her sit down and lean against the tree. If she looked up, she would probably see him though the gaps.
He watched her as she sighed and looked out towards the desert terrain that was beyond their back garden. She seemed happy and tranquil. He kept on watching her: his eyes never gazing away from her.
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Pan had decided to go outside for some fresh air and a chance to gather her thoughts. The temperature was warm outside and there was a slight breeze. She decided to sit below the old tree. As she looked towards the dessert terrain, she thought about him.
Her heart was suddenly pained as she thought of the bad things she had seen after he had saved her from her suicide. She pushed them aside and focused on the good things.
Since she had first woken up less than an hour before, he had been in her thoughts. She smiled to herself. He was attracted to him in a big way and she now realised that she had liked him from the start. She just had been too messed up.
She was drawn 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.
It was unbelievable what she was feeling. She had never thought feelings could run so deep.
She thought back to her thoughts from yesterday. She had seen love in his eyes during the vision.
She sighed and lifted her arms above her and stretched them before putting them behind her head. The sun was in her face so she decided to move. She kept her gaze on the dessert terrain while she reached up and grabbed a branch. She hoisted herself up and settled back against the tree, concealed by the leaves around her.
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Trunks held in his breath when he saw what Pan was doing. He hoped she didn't see him. And luckily she didn't.
He slowly let out his breath. That was too close. And extremely lucky.
Trunks looked down. She was only around two metres below him. He could faintly smell some type of fragrance that seemed to make him go weak at the knees. But he stopped that as soon as it happened.
His thoughts were plagued by her as he sat still, his ki suppressed as much as he could. What would he say if she realised he was there?
He bit his tongue, relishing in the pain it brought to him.
Pan breathed in the smell of the greenery around her. She always had climbed this tree as a child and had looked at the vast area of the city from the top. It held many memories for her.
They had been together thought apart for around an hour now and Trunks found it difficult to concentrate. He wanted to get away from her murdering hands: her betrayal hands. But if he moved she would know he was there.
Pan sighed. She could stay outside forever if she could. Nature always called to her. She suddenly heard a rustling above her and a flutter of wings. A bird, she presumed and looked up to see if she could see a nest.
Trunks heard the bird fly away from beside him and growled angrily at it. He then looked down and a pair of ebony eyes met his gaze.
Her eyes widened. What was he doing here? Not that she was angry or anything. She kind of liked the idea he had probably been watching her for a while.
"Hi. What are you doing here?"
Her voice, though angelic, masked the badness inside. This was what Trunks knew. He continued to stare at her, unable to break her gaze as if a bond pulled them towards each other.
~No~ though Trunks ~we don't have a bond. She's no mate of mine~
Pain and ache swept through him but he ignored it. He saw that Pan had flinched a bit, as if her body subconsciously knew what he had said.
"I'm going."
His tone was cold and Pan was confused. He broke their gaze and jumped to the ground. Pan did the same, intent on finding out what he had been up to.
"Please don't go."
He stopped in his tracks and turned towards her, "Why shouldn't I?"
Pan sighed in annoyance, "Why are you acting all weird, Trunks? I only asked you a question and you go all cold on me."
Trunks stared at her and Pan could feel his eyes travelling over her body. It was a feeling that made a blissful shudder go down her spine. Trunks heart ached but he ignored it. Ignorance is bliss. He loved her, but he didn't want to. He didn't know what to do or where to go next.
"Have you ever thought that your life could be one long dream?"
Now that surprised Pan. What did he mean by that?
"What did you think of that bloody vision, Pan? The one we saw on the cliff. What did you feel? How do you feel now?"
His gaze was strong and unsettling. Pan could feel her breath choking in her throat. He was scaring her.
"It made me feel sick, okay Trunks?" she began, "I may be a saiyan and I love the thrill of a battle but to see myself with blood staining my hands and hurting someone.........who I care about.........is sick. I don't know what's happening, but something like that will never happen."
Trunks smiled to himself, before chuckling, "But what if it was real?"
"It isn't real."
She sounded certain. Trunks smiled, before turning away.
"There's so much you don't know Pan. Just remember that."
His words stung Pan as he raised his ki and flew off. What was wrong with him? He seemed as if something had deeply bothered him. And why was he going on about the vision being somehow real.
~He's just.........stressed, that's all~ Pan told herself, though doubt had risen in her mind.
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This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. Nothing could have gone wrong. He growled to himself in frustration.
What would happen now that it hadn't gone as they had hoped?
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Bra kissed Goten goodbye and watched his form as he flew away. She sighed. She loved him so much and everything was going so well for both of them. But not for her brother.
She felt so sorry for him. It was such a shame that something so horrible and heart wrenching could befall upon such a sweet two. They were a perfect match.
She only hoped that Pan remembered soon.
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Bulma hummed as stretched. Being cooped all morning under a new space pod project really did your back in. She smiled as she felt it click. She checked her reflection in the mirror that was suspended on the wall before exiting the room.
After a glorious bath, she felt her son return from an early morning excursion. She knew where he had been and she knew it must have hurt. She hadn't had a chance to speak to her son in the last five days. All she knew was that he had disappeared five nights ago and returned in the middle of the night with Pan. She had left in the morning.
She knew that Trunks had been very angry and frustrated once she had left as his spar with Vegeta had surprised her mate. He had come saying that Trunks had released a lot of pent up frustration. But Bulma knew it was more than that. She was a mother after all.
She knew he was in pain and would do anything for time to be reversed and everything put back to normal. She wanted to talk to him and reassure him.
She found him in his quarters looking out of the window. The sky had turned grey.
"Trunks," she called softly.
He didn't turn around but she knew that he had heard her. She smiled sadly as she walked to him.
"Are you okay?" She was beside him now, looking up at her son's face. He looked so much like his father.
"No."
There wasn't much Bulma could do for him but talk and support him.
"Sweetie, I know you saw her this morning. Did you talk?"
No answer. He didn't even stir, just kept his gaze on the outside world.
"I know that there's something bothering you, and it's more than what I know. Do you want to talk about it?"
Trunks breathed deeply, "Just go Mother."
Bulma sighed, her eyes narrowing, "Trunks........."
"Will you just go?!"
He tuned to look at her and Bulma backed away subconsciously in fright. His eyes. They were so cold. She could see nothing in them. Nothing but bleakness. He looked furious and his look killed. She could see that he was struggling to keep his jaw closed, as if he wanted to shout at her more. It had been a shout. His voice had sounded different: cold, emotionless, and angry.
He needed to calm down. Everything was getting to him. All his pent-up emotion boiling up inside from not having Pan by his side.
In fact, she was wrong. He wasn't angry because Pan wasn't at his side. He was angry at Pan. She had hurt him so much. She had killed him! And nothing could seem to undo the knot of hate and loath he had for her.
He hated her. He loved her.
Both end of the string that made up the knot.
He just wanted to be left alone! To rid his thoughts on her!
Bulma wanted to comfort her son, but she felt afraid. And she felt disgusted by herself in that. Afraid of her own son? But something was there warning her.
She moved to him, keeping his gaze.
"Trunks.........I understand that you're feeling angry and frustrated but........." Bulma put her hands on his arms.
He shrugged her hands away, "Don't touch me."
His voice was raspy and just as cold, his pupils dilated so that only a bit of blue could be seen.
"Trunks........."
She continued talking to him, but he didn't listen. Her voice just seemed like a foreign language in his head. It grew louder and louder within him and he wanted it to stop. Couldn't she just leave him alone? Couldn't she see that he wanted her to go? He turned his gaze away but she continued to talk. Trunks wanted to grip his head to stop the voices and he clenched his fists until blood began to drip from squeezing too hard. She had to go. He had to be left alone. He didn't like the noise. He didn't like the light that was emitting from her ki. Her light was sweet: good. He didn't want good. He wanted darkness.........pain.........and then he couldn't take anymore.
Bulma hadn't seen his snap. By the time she realised, it was too late.
Trunks turned around, his eyes wide and pupils dilated. Within a second, his hands were around her neck, squeezing hard. He lifted her off the floor, banged her against the wall and held her there, staring into her frightful eyes. Bulma was frozen. He feet weren't touching the floor and she couldn't breathe. She was so scared, his eyes freaking her out.
His teeth were ground together, his lavender hair shielding part of his eyes.
"Why won't you leave me alone?!" he cried out.
He banged her head against the wall, his hands tightening around his mother's neck.
"Why won't you obey me?!"
Bulma tried to breathe, but she couldn't. His hands were so tight and his eyes so cold. She couldn't take her eyes off his eyes. There was nothing in them. He had lost all control. She wanted to help him, comfort him; but she knew she wouldn't able to and it would never end.
He banged her head against the wall again and she tried to cry out in pain. She could feel herself blacking out, her limbs weakening.
"Why won't you just go away?!"
Bulma tried to stay awake, but she felt so helpless. She could do nothing. She didn't even have the strength to call for Vegeta through their bond. She wanted to help her son, but she couldn't. he wasn't himself. She was so afraid.
".........T.........Trunks........." she rasped.
He banged her against the wall again and Bulma felt blood seeping down the back of her neck.
"Shut up!!"
His grip tightened even more and when Bulma thought that it was all over, she was thrown to the floor. She hit the floor forcefully and immediately felt glorious oxygen fill her lungs in ragged breaths. She coughed up blood and felt the blood flow return to her body. She was facing the floor. She didn't want to turn around.
Trunks watched as she hit the floor with immense force. Her body lay still before she began to cough. The voices had stopped. All was silent.
Trunks breathed deeply and tightened his fists. He closed his eyes and opened them.
That.........was when he realised.
His eyes widened as he remembered all that he had just done. He had his control back; his sanity back. He couldn't have done that, he couldn't. But as he listened to his mother's ragged breaths and watched the blood from her head wound soak her hair crimson, he knew he had.
He sank to his knees and fell on his elbows.
Bulma heard her son come back to reality and turned slowly to see him. He was on his forearms and knees, his head looking down. He was crying.
".........Trunks?" she whispered as she moved towards him.
"Don't come near me!" His voice was broken, and she could hear him sobbing.
"Please.........don't........."
He was pleading with her to not come any closer. He was scared that he'd hurt her again.
Bulma felt emotional pain within her. She moved regardless of his please and the physical pain inflicted. He looked up at her, his eyes red and tears falling from his normal eyes. He was back.
"I'm so sorry........."
He tried to turn away, but Bulma wouldn't let him. Instead, she held his face between her palms, drew his close and embraced him. He did nothing at first, but then collapsed against her shoulder, shaking and sobbing. She only held him closer.
"I'm.........so sorry.........I didn't mean it, I.........I lost control........."
"Shhh. I know Trunks and I forgive you."
She closed her eyes and held his trembling form to her as if he was still a child. She didn't blame him at all. He needed to break down. He needed release and she loved her son so much.
And then she was crying too.
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That's it! I think you can see where this fic is going. I told you it's getting dark!
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