Let Love Be Your Energy....................................chapter 19
Last time:
"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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Pan ran the rest of the way home.
She had been wondering around the town when she had come over all queasy. Her stomach felt as if it was going to turn inside out and her head was pounding. She really needed to see someone about it.
As soon as she was outside the front door, she flew up to her open window and rushed to the bathroom. She closed the door and leaned against the shower. Pan closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She wanted the feeling to pass, but she felt as if she was going to throw up.
"The sooner the better," she said to herself, as she knew it would eliminate the nausea.
However, after waiting for half an hour, Pan felt better. She hadn't thrown up and opened the bathroom door to exit. She slumped onto her bed and closed her eyes, willing to sleep. But her body wouldn't let her.
Funnily enough she suddenly craved food. She wasn't even hungry.
"What is wrong with me?"
She was now in the kitchen. Her Grandmother had gone out and her Uncle Goten was training. She opened the refrigerator and looked. No, she didn't want any of this.
Pan closed the door and opened a few cupboards. She smiled before pulling out a jar of honey. She looked at it and then pulled out another jar of pickles onions.
Sitting down, she opened both jars and pulled out a pickled onion. She dipped it in the honey and lifted it to her lips.
It tasted good and she didn't even like honey. But she craved it and nothing would stop her from eating it all.
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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.
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?
Kakarott turned to his son, who was glaring menacingly. He knew he had done wrong.
"Father........."
Kakarott heard hate and anger in his tone.
"Son........." he began, ".........we are just pawns in this. I should have realise sooner. But I didn't and now everything is going to get worse. Just as someone is controlling the events on this planet, it is also controlling us. What we did has made it all worse. And nothing we do now can erase what we have done."
Gohan turned away from his Father.
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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 was watching the events unfolding on Vegeta-sei, a cruel and ruthless smile playing on his features. He began to laugh, an evil laugh that echoed around the dark room he was in.
"Must you always do that?"
He turned to the source of the voice, knowing who it was.
"Must you always spy on me?"
A smirk, "I'm part of this as well."
Short bright blonde hair framed her face and stopped at her shoulders. She too had blood red eyes and blood red lips that glowed a crimson in the darkness. Her features were softer and more feminine.
She wore the same as him: a royal blue bodysuit with a darker bit from the hips to the top of the thigh. Her boots came all the way up past her knees and the cloth that was wrapped round her shoulders and upper body with a symbol of a sun was white instead of light blue.
Her eyes glinted.
He knew her well. Sly, seductive and ever so merciless.
"Our plan is going well," he said as she walked towards him.
"And once it's in full force we can claim what we desire," she replied.
He chuckled, "They've played right into our hands, sister."
She smiled, "And it won't be long now until we stick our teeth into their lives, brother."
They laughed together.
"In due course.........not long now........."
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Pan grit her teeth in pain as she watched the blood spill into the basin. The crimson liquid poured down the drain as she opened the water to wash it away.
She breathed deeply as she looked up into the mirror. Her neck was red and throbbing. In her hand was a knife. She had had to slit her bite mark again.
Pan turned away, unable to look at herself. She felt sick and her neck and head throbbed. She wanted it to stop.
She knew one person who would help her in her pain. She had been there in the beginning, when the Earthquake had just struck and had treated her. Pan knew that she knew about these things, that she could help her.
She stood up.
"Bulma," she whispered. She went out into the evening air.
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She had been let in without any trouble and she was surprised. She was waiting now, in a massive room that was filled with laboratory and medical equipment. All she had to do was wait.
The door opened and Bulma entered.
"I hear you're not feeling well."
Pan nodded, "You helped me after the Earthquake and I think that my pain is slightly to do with the after effects."
Bulma nodded before closing the door. Pan saw that her long, aqua blue hair was down and framing her face, covering her neck.
"So.........what's the problem?"
Pan told Bulma about her nausea and the headaches. She also asked if there was anything for her bite mark.
Bulma didn't know exactly what to say on that subject. She told Pan to just use ice when it became hot and red.
"Ok," Bulma said, "I think I know what the nausea is, but I'm gonna have to check. I need a sample of your bodily fluid........."
Pan understood and was shown the bathroom. The door locked and Bulma sat down on a chair. It couldn't be.........could it? Pregnant? All her symptoms matched pregnancy.
The door opening interrupted her thoughts. Bulma took the tube and set it down before reaching into her pocket and pulling a hair band out. She pulled her hair back and tied it up in a pony and heard Pan gasp.
Bulma turned to Pan, who had a shocked facial expression.
"What happened?" Pan asked.
Bulma knew instantly what she was talking about.
Pan looked at Bulma's neck. Where her hair had been covering her neck was now exposed. Dark purple and green bruises were on her neck. It looked brutal and painful. The bruises seemed as if hands had caused them.
Bulma looked away, "It's nothing to worry about."
Pan pushed the subject no more.
Bulma had completely forgot about her evidence of her son's loss of control. The bruises had come up only a few hours ago and were slowly getting worse. So far, she had been able to hide everything that had happened from Vegeta. He didn't need to know. Not yet.
She didn't blame her son for any of it. He had simply lost control as if someone else had taken over her son's body at that precise moment. The bond withdrawal was slowly eating away at him. He had fallen asleep afterwards and she was going to talk to him later.
He needed support. But she had never seen a case of bond withdrawal that caused such a loss of control. She knew that you could eventually go mad, but not in a way of total loss of control. She simply put it to the fact that he loved Pan very much.
Bulma waited for the results of the test. She knew the answer before she even knew the result, but she needed proof.
Did her son know?
Probably.
"Is the test done yet?" asked Pan. She was anxious.
Bulma went to have a look, "Yes. One moment."
She looked at the result. The colour was red. Positive. She was pregnant. Bulma could feel shock throughout her body, and she knew that she couldn't tell Pan the result of the test. Not yet anyway. Trunks would want to do that.
Was it even his baby though? Or was it.........his?
Bulma felt like crying. Maybe that was why Trunks had lost control. Maybe the baby wasn't his.
She would ask him later. She kept a straight face and turned around. She disappeared into a room and came back with a box of tablets.
"You have a virus," she lied, "Take one of these three times a day and get plenty or rest. No training and eat plenty of fruit." The advice was for pregnancy.
Pan nodded and took the tablets, "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Come back here in.........two weeks."
Pan nodded and say goodbye. She closed the door behind her and sighed.
~Just a virus~ she thought ~no worries at all~
She continued walking, knowing where she was going. She turned a corner and stopped right in front of him.
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Trunks had felt Pan's ki in the building and went in her direction. Now, she was right in front of him. They were alone. He remembered all that had happened earlier with his Mother and he pushed the thoughts back. He didn't want to think about that now. Only about Pan.
"Trunks."
"Pan."
She smiled and shifted her weight to her other leg, "How are you? You were acting strange this morning."
"I was tired," he lied. He wanted to her what she had to say.
"I thought so. Any reason you're going in this direction?"
Trunks smirked, "Yes, actually. I came to see you."
Pan smiled. They subconsciously moved closer.
Trunks took her hand and Pan took a small intake of breath. His thumb was tracing lazy patterns on her palm.
"Have you ever felt isolated from everyone else?" he asked her.
Pan looked into his eyes. She could look into his eyes forever. They were endless pools of water. The question startled her and she looked for an answer.
"Yes. When this madness began I felt as if I was different from everyone else. As if they knew something I didn't."
"Hm."
He seemed to be deep in thought. Pan's stomach was doing somersaults from the sensations that he was giving her with his thumb. It was as if something sinister had walked into a room and caused a shiver to go down her spine. It was a delightful shiver. She looked down to their hands.
"Pan," he whispered.
The whisper caused more shivers to reverberate down her spine. She looked up and noticed that he was very close to her. His eyes were locked with hers, his lips inches from hers. She could feel his warm breath against her cheek and his lavender bangs were lightly brushing her forehead.
He moved closer, but to the side. One of his hands went up to her shoulder and pulled her even closer to him as he leaned over her shoulder to whisper in her ear.
"Do you know what warm blood feels like on your hands? The feeling of eternal warmth that runs over and through your fingers?"
She didn't answer.
"Hm.........thought not. But you will soon enough. In fact, no; you won't. I will stop it from happening.........you get me?"
"I don't understand."
He chuckled at her ear, sending blissful shivers through her body. Her free hand rested on his chest, which she noticed was rock hard and muscular.
"No. Doesn't matter. Do you know that when you're angry, your eyes light up as if they're flames? It drives me wild........."
Pan's breath hitched in her throat.
".........it has for a long time.........longer than you can imagine........."
"Trunks?" Pan couldn't take this torture. She didn't understand what he was saying, but his words ignited a fire within. She was desperate for his touch.
He pulled back and studied her flushed face. His lifted his hand to her face and brushed her cheeks with his thumb.
~Her eyes are so beautiful, even when she's calm~ he thought.
He hated her.
He loved her.
He moved closer to her once more, their faces reaching towards each other: their hearts reaching to one another as if they were magnetic. He could see her responding to his movements: her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were turning wild.
He hated her.
He hated her.
They were so close together now, Pan noticed. His breath on her face caused Pan's knees to weaken. She wanted to kiss him; wanted to taste him.
He loved her.
Trunks was unsure of what to do. His heart pushed him towards her, but his mind was battling. She had killed him without remorse and he wanted to touch her? Was he that desperate?
He hated her.
He loved her.
"Trunks........." she whispered. Her breathing had quickened, and Trunks had frozen. He needed her, he loved her. He didn't need her, he hated her and didn't love her.
He hated her.
He hated her.
Trunks smiled and withdraw his hand from her face. He pulled her closer by the waist and their bodies seemed moulded into one. He didn't know what to do, what to believe. Love or hate?
He loved her.
Their lips met.
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So, what did ya think?
I'm really trying to get into the mind of Trunks as he battles with his demons.
Please review!
Luv dragon agility x x x
Last time:
"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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Pan ran the rest of the way home.
She had been wondering around the town when she had come over all queasy. Her stomach felt as if it was going to turn inside out and her head was pounding. She really needed to see someone about it.
As soon as she was outside the front door, she flew up to her open window and rushed to the bathroom. She closed the door and leaned against the shower. Pan closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She wanted the feeling to pass, but she felt as if she was going to throw up.
"The sooner the better," she said to herself, as she knew it would eliminate the nausea.
However, after waiting for half an hour, Pan felt better. She hadn't thrown up and opened the bathroom door to exit. She slumped onto her bed and closed her eyes, willing to sleep. But her body wouldn't let her.
Funnily enough she suddenly craved food. She wasn't even hungry.
"What is wrong with me?"
She was now in the kitchen. Her Grandmother had gone out and her Uncle Goten was training. She opened the refrigerator and looked. No, she didn't want any of this.
Pan closed the door and opened a few cupboards. She smiled before pulling out a jar of honey. She looked at it and then pulled out another jar of pickles onions.
Sitting down, she opened both jars and pulled out a pickled onion. She dipped it in the honey and lifted it to her lips.
It tasted good and she didn't even like honey. But she craved it and nothing would stop her from eating it all.
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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.
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?
Kakarott turned to his son, who was glaring menacingly. He knew he had done wrong.
"Father........."
Kakarott heard hate and anger in his tone.
"Son........." he began, ".........we are just pawns in this. I should have realise sooner. But I didn't and now everything is going to get worse. Just as someone is controlling the events on this planet, it is also controlling us. What we did has made it all worse. And nothing we do now can erase what we have done."
Gohan turned away from his Father.
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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 was watching the events unfolding on Vegeta-sei, a cruel and ruthless smile playing on his features. He began to laugh, an evil laugh that echoed around the dark room he was in.
"Must you always do that?"
He turned to the source of the voice, knowing who it was.
"Must you always spy on me?"
A smirk, "I'm part of this as well."
Short bright blonde hair framed her face and stopped at her shoulders. She too had blood red eyes and blood red lips that glowed a crimson in the darkness. Her features were softer and more feminine.
She wore the same as him: a royal blue bodysuit with a darker bit from the hips to the top of the thigh. Her boots came all the way up past her knees and the cloth that was wrapped round her shoulders and upper body with a symbol of a sun was white instead of light blue.
Her eyes glinted.
He knew her well. Sly, seductive and ever so merciless.
"Our plan is going well," he said as she walked towards him.
"And once it's in full force we can claim what we desire," she replied.
He chuckled, "They've played right into our hands, sister."
She smiled, "And it won't be long now until we stick our teeth into their lives, brother."
They laughed together.
"In due course.........not long now........."
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Pan grit her teeth in pain as she watched the blood spill into the basin. The crimson liquid poured down the drain as she opened the water to wash it away.
She breathed deeply as she looked up into the mirror. Her neck was red and throbbing. In her hand was a knife. She had had to slit her bite mark again.
Pan turned away, unable to look at herself. She felt sick and her neck and head throbbed. She wanted it to stop.
She knew one person who would help her in her pain. She had been there in the beginning, when the Earthquake had just struck and had treated her. Pan knew that she knew about these things, that she could help her.
She stood up.
"Bulma," she whispered. She went out into the evening air.
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She had been let in without any trouble and she was surprised. She was waiting now, in a massive room that was filled with laboratory and medical equipment. All she had to do was wait.
The door opened and Bulma entered.
"I hear you're not feeling well."
Pan nodded, "You helped me after the Earthquake and I think that my pain is slightly to do with the after effects."
Bulma nodded before closing the door. Pan saw that her long, aqua blue hair was down and framing her face, covering her neck.
"So.........what's the problem?"
Pan told Bulma about her nausea and the headaches. She also asked if there was anything for her bite mark.
Bulma didn't know exactly what to say on that subject. She told Pan to just use ice when it became hot and red.
"Ok," Bulma said, "I think I know what the nausea is, but I'm gonna have to check. I need a sample of your bodily fluid........."
Pan understood and was shown the bathroom. The door locked and Bulma sat down on a chair. It couldn't be.........could it? Pregnant? All her symptoms matched pregnancy.
The door opening interrupted her thoughts. Bulma took the tube and set it down before reaching into her pocket and pulling a hair band out. She pulled her hair back and tied it up in a pony and heard Pan gasp.
Bulma turned to Pan, who had a shocked facial expression.
"What happened?" Pan asked.
Bulma knew instantly what she was talking about.
Pan looked at Bulma's neck. Where her hair had been covering her neck was now exposed. Dark purple and green bruises were on her neck. It looked brutal and painful. The bruises seemed as if hands had caused them.
Bulma looked away, "It's nothing to worry about."
Pan pushed the subject no more.
Bulma had completely forgot about her evidence of her son's loss of control. The bruises had come up only a few hours ago and were slowly getting worse. So far, she had been able to hide everything that had happened from Vegeta. He didn't need to know. Not yet.
She didn't blame her son for any of it. He had simply lost control as if someone else had taken over her son's body at that precise moment. The bond withdrawal was slowly eating away at him. He had fallen asleep afterwards and she was going to talk to him later.
He needed support. But she had never seen a case of bond withdrawal that caused such a loss of control. She knew that you could eventually go mad, but not in a way of total loss of control. She simply put it to the fact that he loved Pan very much.
Bulma waited for the results of the test. She knew the answer before she even knew the result, but she needed proof.
Did her son know?
Probably.
"Is the test done yet?" asked Pan. She was anxious.
Bulma went to have a look, "Yes. One moment."
She looked at the result. The colour was red. Positive. She was pregnant. Bulma could feel shock throughout her body, and she knew that she couldn't tell Pan the result of the test. Not yet anyway. Trunks would want to do that.
Was it even his baby though? Or was it.........his?
Bulma felt like crying. Maybe that was why Trunks had lost control. Maybe the baby wasn't his.
She would ask him later. She kept a straight face and turned around. She disappeared into a room and came back with a box of tablets.
"You have a virus," she lied, "Take one of these three times a day and get plenty or rest. No training and eat plenty of fruit." The advice was for pregnancy.
Pan nodded and took the tablets, "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Come back here in.........two weeks."
Pan nodded and say goodbye. She closed the door behind her and sighed.
~Just a virus~ she thought ~no worries at all~
She continued walking, knowing where she was going. She turned a corner and stopped right in front of him.
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Trunks had felt Pan's ki in the building and went in her direction. Now, she was right in front of him. They were alone. He remembered all that had happened earlier with his Mother and he pushed the thoughts back. He didn't want to think about that now. Only about Pan.
"Trunks."
"Pan."
She smiled and shifted her weight to her other leg, "How are you? You were acting strange this morning."
"I was tired," he lied. He wanted to her what she had to say.
"I thought so. Any reason you're going in this direction?"
Trunks smirked, "Yes, actually. I came to see you."
Pan smiled. They subconsciously moved closer.
Trunks took her hand and Pan took a small intake of breath. His thumb was tracing lazy patterns on her palm.
"Have you ever felt isolated from everyone else?" he asked her.
Pan looked into his eyes. She could look into his eyes forever. They were endless pools of water. The question startled her and she looked for an answer.
"Yes. When this madness began I felt as if I was different from everyone else. As if they knew something I didn't."
"Hm."
He seemed to be deep in thought. Pan's stomach was doing somersaults from the sensations that he was giving her with his thumb. It was as if something sinister had walked into a room and caused a shiver to go down her spine. It was a delightful shiver. She looked down to their hands.
"Pan," he whispered.
The whisper caused more shivers to reverberate down her spine. She looked up and noticed that he was very close to her. His eyes were locked with hers, his lips inches from hers. She could feel his warm breath against her cheek and his lavender bangs were lightly brushing her forehead.
He moved closer, but to the side. One of his hands went up to her shoulder and pulled her even closer to him as he leaned over her shoulder to whisper in her ear.
"Do you know what warm blood feels like on your hands? The feeling of eternal warmth that runs over and through your fingers?"
She didn't answer.
"Hm.........thought not. But you will soon enough. In fact, no; you won't. I will stop it from happening.........you get me?"
"I don't understand."
He chuckled at her ear, sending blissful shivers through her body. Her free hand rested on his chest, which she noticed was rock hard and muscular.
"No. Doesn't matter. Do you know that when you're angry, your eyes light up as if they're flames? It drives me wild........."
Pan's breath hitched in her throat.
".........it has for a long time.........longer than you can imagine........."
"Trunks?" Pan couldn't take this torture. She didn't understand what he was saying, but his words ignited a fire within. She was desperate for his touch.
He pulled back and studied her flushed face. His lifted his hand to her face and brushed her cheeks with his thumb.
~Her eyes are so beautiful, even when she's calm~ he thought.
He hated her.
He loved her.
He moved closer to her once more, their faces reaching towards each other: their hearts reaching to one another as if they were magnetic. He could see her responding to his movements: her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were turning wild.
He hated her.
He hated her.
They were so close together now, Pan noticed. His breath on her face caused Pan's knees to weaken. She wanted to kiss him; wanted to taste him.
He loved her.
Trunks was unsure of what to do. His heart pushed him towards her, but his mind was battling. She had killed him without remorse and he wanted to touch her? Was he that desperate?
He hated her.
He loved her.
"Trunks........." she whispered. Her breathing had quickened, and Trunks had frozen. He needed her, he loved her. He didn't need her, he hated her and didn't love her.
He hated her.
He hated her.
Trunks smiled and withdraw his hand from her face. He pulled her closer by the waist and their bodies seemed moulded into one. He didn't know what to do, what to believe. Love or hate?
He loved her.
Their lips met.
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So, what did ya think?
I'm really trying to get into the mind of Trunks as he battles with his demons.
Please review!
Luv dragon agility x x x