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Let Love Be Your EnergyLast time:
"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.
Trunks lay down on his bed and groaned. His body was aching from his previous activity that he had enjoyed very much. It had sent his blood running and left him gasping for breath. He had been sweating and hot and sticky.
God, how he loved it.
How he loved training.
The spar had worn him out, but inside Trunks was full of energy. He then thought back to the afternoon when she had arrived.
The kiss and the closeness of their bodies had been intense. They seemed perfect together.
But he remembered what she had done and the nice image shattered in his brain. He was glad it had shattered because he hated her. And he hated himself.
He didn't know why he had kissed her; he couldn't relate any of his feelings to her. It just seemed instinct at the time. He had been drawn to her.
But his mind had been fighting a battle.
Love.
Hate.
It had chosen love, a choice Trunks now resented. How could he love her? How could he kiss her? She had murdered him. She was cold and filled with darkness; with a clever façade to corrupt other hearts.
He wouldn't kiss her again. His mind had made the ultimate choice and so had his heart.
He hated her and wouldn't go near her darkness. He wouldn't have anything to do with her. And his child she carried? It deserved to rot in hell; the bastard.
Trunks sighed and breathed in deeply as he ran his fingers through his hair. He had noticed a change in him in the past twenty-four hours or so. Ever since he had found out the truth about Pan.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw darkness take over. It was a different darkness to Pan's. It felt………wild and blissful. And every so often, it consumed him and took over. At this point, the sensations were pleasurable and he felt the ultimate controller of all. There was nothing he couldn't do when he was under the influence of the strange darkness. And he liked the darkness ever so much.
It was continually calling him and pushing him to his limits: limits he enjoyed conquering. He wanted to bask in its glory and be free of all light.
Bulma had asked Trunks about the pregnancy and he said that he knew. He also told her that it was his.
This wasn't what worried Bulma. It was the look in his eyes that had startled her. His eyes seemed colder than usual. And a look of hate had passed when he had told her that it was his child pan was carrying.
Does he hate the child? she wondered.
He seemed different. It seemed as if he didn't notice the growing bruise on her face. She knew that he didn't mean to do it, but when he had looked at her with those colder eyes, an unsettled feeling swelled in her stomach. She was sure it was his bond withdrawal. It couldn't be anything else.
She would have to face Vegeta now. He still hadn't seen her face and she had kept away from him all day. She knew that he would freak when he saw her.
It was a new day.
Trunks opened his eyes and immediately shielded his eyes with his hand. He had left the curtains open the night before and sunlight was coming through the window.
He growled as he got up and walked to the window with his eyes closed and his hand shielding his face. The sunlight was burning him. He felt pain on his skin and the sunlight seemed to burn through his hand to his face.
He closed the curtains. The shade was bliss. A cool current of darkness washed over him.
He hated the sunlight. He loved the darkness.
The sunlight hurt and the darkness healed.
He bathed in the darkness.
Darkness around for the darkness within.
Darkness around for the darkness that surrounded his freezing heart.
Trunks stayed in his room for most of the day. Bra was worried for him. She hadn't talked to him in a while and had seen the bruise on her Mother's neck. Her Father had gone ballistic when he had first seen it, but had calmed down a little once her Mother had explained all. It was just Trunks losing control when his bond withdrawal became too much for him.
Bra wasn't so sure. She had been told to stay away from him to let him have some peace and think things over, but she was desperate to see what was going on with her brother.
She knocked once. Twice. She went in.
She found him in his room in utter darkness.
"Trunks?"
He turned to look at her and Bra flinched at the contact. His eyes seemed different. His sapphire orbs shone out in the darkness.
"Why are you in the dark?"
"I like the darkness." His voice was monotone and seemed icy.
Bra moved forward and closed the door behind her. She moved towards the window and his eyes followed her before turning back to staring straight ahead of him.
"You really miss her, don't you?"
He didn't answer.
"Trunks? Has she remembered anything about her past yet?"
"No," he answered, "and I'm glad."
Bra gasped, "What is wrong with you Trunks?" She stepped away from the window towards the bed where he sat, knees lazily drawn to his chest.
"I like the darkness. Not her darkness: it's too evil. But mine is so sweet…"
"Trunks. This isn't you talking. It's your bond. You have to have faith in Pan!"
His eyes turned on her again and she flinched once more. They were colder than before, with a gleaming rage about them.
Bra had had enough. She turned and opened the curtains. Light immediately filled the room and an anguished cry filled Bra's ears.
Within seconds, all she saw was darkness once again.
Trunks was in front of her, the curtains drawn shut and clenched within his fingers. He was breathing hoarsely and it was frightening. He turned and a small cry escaped her throat.
His eyes. His face. Oh so cold.
His eyes gleamed a turquoise colour and she turned to run.
Then she felt immense pain as she was pulled back by her aqua hair. She fell back and was caught by Trunks. He stared down at her in his super saiyan form. She had never seen him so angry. She had never seen him so cold.
She closed her eyes, unable to look. What was wrong with her brother? Was this what had happened with their Mother?
"Open your eyes."
It was a whispered command so chilling that she complied. One of his hands raised and began to caress her cheek.
"My dear sister…"
"Trunks…"
Her voice was hushed by his fingers over her lips. She seemed unable to move as her moved his finger over her cheek. There was pain and she began to struggle. In the end, she gave up and stared at his sadistic smile. She felt the pain wherever his finger went.
And then it was over.
He let her go and she fell to the floor with a thud. He stepped back with a smile on his face, admiring his work. Bra got up and backed away. She felt warm liquid gushing down her neck and put her fingers to it. They came back crimson.
"Take a look, my dear sister…"
Bra turned around and nearly swayed over. Blood was dripping all down the side of her face and neck. He had cut into her cheek and had written something. She gasped as she realized what it was. It was a symbol from their ancient language.
It meant 'damned'.
She turned to see him back to his original form, his face looking empty and chilled.
She left and ran all the way to her room. She shut the door and sunk to the floor.
She began to sob.
'Why is this happening? What's wrong with Trunks? No bond withdrawal makes a person do that. He's changed; he's…evil'
Bulma wondered where her children were. Trunks was probably in his room, trying to sort out his emotions. But she had no idea where Bra was. Goten had passed earlier, but had left rather quickly with a strange look on his face. He had seemed tense. She wondered if anything had happened between him and Bra. She hoped not.
The weather had taken a turn for the worse. Angry, dark clouds now hid the sunlight. Lightning flickered here and there and then it began to rain.
Vegeta walked into the room and sat down at the table. This was the conference room so the table was very long. She smiled at him and he murmured back. She knew that he was still wondering what to do with Trunks. She knew that he cared.
Vegeta looked to her smiling face. Her bruise had faded since yesterday thanks to saiyan healing powers. He never thought that bond withdrawal could be so extreme as to lose control and hurt your own family member.
Talk of the devil, Trunks walked in. A bitter atmosphere seemed to fill the room.
Trunks walked up to his Mother and looked out of the window at the storm. He was ok with the storm; there was no sunlight and the surroundings seemed murky. He couldn't wait until the evening when everything was overcome by darkness.
"Trunks, are you hungry?" Bulma asked.
"No."
"Don't use that tone with your Mother, Son," said Vegeta as he drummed his fingers on the tabletop.
"And why shouldn't I, Vegeta?" said Trunks.
Bulma gasped and Vegeta stood up, his hands banging on the table. Trunks' tone of voice had not only been challenging, but his voice had seemed very cold and deeper than usual, almost husky.
"How dare you!" cried Vegeta, "bond withdrawal or not, you shouldn't use that tone or say those words to us."
"Sorry…Father."
Vegeta sat down and drummed his fingers again, satisfied with Trunks. But Bulma wasn't. Hadn't Vegeta heard his voice? Hadn't he noticed something was wrong?
"Trunks," she called softly.
He turned to her and she recoiled back. Those eyes. His beautiful eyes reduced to cold stones of resentment. The cruelness of his facial features, the bitterness of his sadistic smile.
"….Are…you ok?"
He smiled, "Fine Mother, how are you?"
This was not the Trunks she knew, "I'm…ok."
"Good. The bruise is healing nicely," he commented as if it was so casual.
Bulma felt anger rise into her mind, but she didn't want to let go. She was afraid.
"Have…" she tried to remain calm, "have you seen Bra?"
He smirked and looked back out the window, "Oh…her."
The drumming stopped on the table as Vegeta began to listen. Bulma knew that this was not the son they all knew.
"What do you mean?" she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder.
He shook it off with a glare and continued to look out of the window, "I saw her earlier. She came into my room and we had a friendly chat. I tried to open the curtains to let the sunlight in, but I stopped her. You see, I like the darkness. I taught her a lesson to never do something that I don't want to happen. I gave her a gift."
Lightning flashed outside, lighting up the room slightly and Trunks grimaced.
"What do you mean, Trunks? You taught her a lesson? Gave her a gift? What did you do?" Bulma asked. She had to know. Maybe that was why Goten had let in such a tense hurry. Maybe he had seen something bad or…
Trunks smiled and turned to his Mother, leaning over her. She trembled and moved back. Vegeta noticed.
Trunks dropped his head to her ear and whispered so only she could hear, "I'll tell you this. She bled for me. What she has on her face won't heal for a very…very long time."
Bulma's eyes widened and she stepped back, "You BASTARD!"
She launched herself at him and Vegeta wondered what she was doing. He hadn't heard what Trunks had said, but it must have been something bad. He growled.
Trunks saw his Mother coming and smiled as her fist encountered his jaw. He shook it off, grabbed her arm and swung her around before extending his leg and kicking her full force. Before Vegeta knew what was happening, Bulma was flying across the room and hit the wall with a blinding crack. She crumpled to the floor.
Vegeta's eyes widened as he noticed his mate's form on the floor and looked at the smug face of his son as he wiped his hands together as if it was work.
"YOU…" No words could describe his anger towards his son.
Trunks watched with hardened eyes as his Father flew towards him in SS mode, fist outstretched. The blow came hard across his cheek and Vegeta would have expected his son to fly across the room with the power force and the fact that Vegeta was stronger in his form.
But he didn't. Trunks stood there, his head turned from the impact of the punch. When he turned his head to glare at his blonde Father, it looked as if the punch never made him flinch.
"Tsk, tsk Daddy…you should know better than to take out your anger on me…"
Vegeta growled in anger and upgraded to SS2. They entered combat. Every kick and punch that flew to Trunks was blocked expertly and with ease. Vegeta just couldn't understand how Trunks in his normal form was able to block every one of his attacks in SS2 form. It was impossible. Trunks punched his Father in the gut and Vegeta stumbled backwards.
"You're not suffering from bond withdrawal," muttered Vegeta.
Trunks began to laugh. The laughter filled the room and echoed in Vegeta's ears. It stopped suddenly and Trunks' eyes gleamed as they shrunk to mere slits.
"Of course I'm not. Who would want to be mated to a bitch like her anyway?"
"You're not my son! Who are you! What have you done with Trunks!" demanded Vegeta as he stepped towards Trunks.
Trunks smirked, "Oh…Trunks is here. I am Trunks: that is my name. It's me, Father: your son. I've just realised something, that's all. I've found something that I want to live blissfully in and I will find out the true extent of it. Just wait Father…"
Vegeta growled, "What did you do to Bra? Did you hurt her like you hurt your own Mother?"
Trunks didn't answer; he just stared.
"ANSWER ME!"Trunks smiled, "I damaged my dear sister's pretty face."
"How could you!" cried Vegeta, and kicked his son hard in the gut.
Trunks swayed but remained standing. Within a milli-second, Trunks had his hands around his Father's neck and had him against the wall. Vegeta tried to escape, but found that he couldn't.
It's impossible! he thought he can't be stronger than me in his form while I'm in SS2. His ki is much lower than mine. He isn't real. Something is wrong with him!
Trunks tightened his hold on his Father's neck, his eyes with bitter agenda within. Vegeta could feel his lungs being constricted of air. He looked deep into his son's eyes and tried to make him understand.
Suddenly, Trunks cried out as the room was filled with light. The storm had stopped and the sunlight had broken through the clouds, washing over him. He dropped his Father and shielded his eyes.
And then, he was out of the room.
Pan waited until the storm had stopped before coming out from under the overhang. She blinked as the sun touched her face. He loved the sunlight. It was so beautiful.
As she walked home, she thought about him.
Yeah…him.
There was just something that brought her to him: an inner feeling. It was instinct.
Pan remembered how she had been kissing him. It felt so real and perfect, just like before when they had kissed just after he had saved her from her suicide: full of emotion.
She wanted to be close to him. He had been…so seductive in the palace after her tests; as if fire had created a desire between them.
But could they ever be?
She flushed at this thought. They had only kissed…could there be more? She had seen love in his eyes in the horrid vision where she had murdered him, but was that an indication that they could be as one?
She sighed, the damp air filling her lungs.
'I…I think I love him…'
That was when someone landed in front of her. She hadn't noticed the ki from afar, but she could feel the person's power now. She gasped as she recognised the King of Vegeta-sei. She was about to kneel down when he spoke.
"Cut the formalities. I have a task for you, Pan."
She wondered why the King was referring to her in first name basis, but she didn't question it. She studied him. He seemed stressed and anger seemed to emanate from him. He also seemed frustrated.
"I…" she began, "What do I have to do?"
He walked towards her and then stopped, "Go to him."
Pan was puzzled, "Who?"
"My son. Go to him; only you can help him."
Pan was confused, "I don't understand. What's wrong with him?"
He walked closer to her, "I know you want to see him, so go and see him."
"But what about before when you said that something was wrong wit…"
"See him."
It seemed final. Vegeta was looking at her with authority, so she obeyed. She levitated up, and felt for his ki. She found it and cast one more look at the King. She began to fly away.
As she became closer towards Trunks, she felt herself asking herself a question that hadn't bothered her for some time:
"What has this got to do with me? Who…who am I?"
Trunks was upon Mighty Cliff. It was on the other side of the plant, and looked over the second largest city. As she landed behind him, she noticed his posture. It was held strong and magnificent, the wind ruffling his lavender hair.
It was strange, but dark clouds had covered the sky. She looked up. They seemed to swirl and looked dangerous. Shadow was cast upon the lands, utter darkness consuming her and Trunks upon that Mighty Cliff.
Pan wondered how he would react to her after their kiss. She talked.
"Trunks…I wanted to see you."
He didn't answer. The silence was unearthing. Pan moved closer to him and when she was beside him she looked at him. His eyes were closed, his smile twisted. She recoiled back. She could feel hatred emanating from his ki, as if it was so strong it broke out of his mind.
When he spoke, a shock of cold awareness froze over Pan.
"I like the darkness, Pan. Don't you?"
She moved closer to him.
"What do you mean?"
He laughed. It tore into the very heart of Pan, sending shivers down her sign. He radiated danger, but she wouldn't move back to the safety.
"What I'm living in," he began, "is bliss. Every time I close my eyes, I see darkness take over. It's different to yours."
Pan moved closer to him and touched his arm, "Trunks…what's, what's wrong with you?"
He flinched at her touch and turned to meet her gaze, opening his eyes. She gasped. They were so cold. He spoke again, his voice deep:
"It feels wild and blissful. It consumes me and I like that. The sensations are pleasurable; I am the ultimate controller of all. There is nothing I can't do when I am under the influence of this strange darkness and new power."
"Trunks…"
"Don't you see?" his eyes widened and darkened, "They're calling me."
"I…don't understand Trunks; who's calling you?"
"They are. Especially her…"
Pan didn't understand, but she knew one thing for sure, you've…you've changed Trunks. You've changed into something that I can never begin to comprehend She remembered what Senai, the oracle had told her, 'Something bad is happening…'
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