Where have I been? Well, lets just say that when I stopped writing this fanfic, I was a naive bitch with selfish thoughts. Now, two years on, I'm an older and wiser person. I couldn't leave everyone hanging in the lurch could I?
Well, this fic is no longer on hold and will be finished. If you're an old fan, I've revised the prequel to this and also this fic. I also suggest re reading the fic as it could get confusing.
I will definitely finish the fic this time. It only has 4 to 5 chapters left. So, without further adieu and a massive apology for the last two years:
Let Love Be Your EnergyLast time:
"What I'm living in," Trunks 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…'
The storm had cleared and night had come on the planet.
As Pan flew home in the darkness, the stars covered by thick midnight clouds, she reflected on her conversation with Trunks.
'He's changed…' she thought, 'Something's wrong…'
It was only yesterday that she had been in the palace for a check-up with the Queen and had bumped into Trunks. He'd had a seductive aura around him and they had kissed; sparks flying all around them and the closeness of their bodies was intoxicating.
She had also thought that she loved him. But she was more unsure now than she had been yesterday.
She had wanted closeness to Trunks and she had wanted more. But her conversation with him just half an hour ago had turned her thoughts into sour musings. He had changed.
Pan realised that he had slowly changed ever since she had found him looking at her from the tree. His caring qualities seemed to have vanished, and he had started to question her. He seemed more seductive than ever and manipulative. It was as if he was a completely new person, his eyes deathly cold.
"Just what is happening? Everything that Senai, the oracle, said is coming true. We're all connected together somehow and something controlling us. But…what is it? Trunks…I…please come back to me; please let your old self come back…" she whispered into the night air.
But her voice did not reach him.
Trunks had not returned to the palace after his little chatter with Pan.
That place was no longer his home. As he flew in the night air towards his destination, he knew it was his new home.
Who would want to live in a home full of good people? Bulma, Vegeta, Bra; they were only names to him. They didn't mean anything. They could live in the light if they wanted too. He couldn't live that way. The bleak darkness for the darkness within him was his only sanctuary; his only home.
Pan?
He grimaced.
He hated her.
Yes, she held darkness within her. After all, she had killed him. But her darkness was completely different from his. He wouldn't have anything to do with her. And his child she carried? Well, once he met up with her, he'd know what their intentions were for it.
He closed his eyes and he saw darkness take over. The darkness was 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.
He charged up his aura a little bit to fly faster and was satisfyingly pleased when he saw that the golden colour of it had been altered into ebony black. He laughed, a sadistic and cruel smirk adorning his face. He no longer felt saiyan blood running through his veins, but a new type of blood: one filled with darkness and that pulsed around his body like adrenaline never could.
He wanted to feel blood on his hands: the warmth of life flowing though his fingers. Maybe he'd have Pan's blood. Maybe…
He saw his destination and he felt his heart jolt as he saw who was there.
'Kiera…' he did not know why he knew her name.
He landed amongst the trees of the one of the only oasis' on the planet.
She was sitting gently on one of the rocks that were beside the pool of cool water.
He looked at her gorgeous features. Short bright blonde hair framed her feminine face and stopped at her shoulders. Her blood red eyes shone in the darkness like liquid fire and her blood red lips were inviting. She wore 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. It showed off her figure perfectly and Trunks felt inexplicably drawn to her. She was not saiyan, but she held the same darkness within her that he had: that same drug of darkness.
"Trunks," she whispered, her voice seductive and husky in her throat.
He found his legs brought him to her, but he didn't mind in the least. He stopped right in front of her, his chest lifting with his steady breathing.
"How…how do I know your name, Kiera?"
She licked her lips, her fingers trailing up his chest. She smiled and suddenly he pulled him. He found himself on his back on the rock, her lithe form straddling him, her short, blonde hair tickling his neck as she leaned over him, her mouth mere inches from his. Trunks felt his tail twitching in anticipation.
"It's because," Kiera began, "we are the same. We both live in the blissful darkness and we both want this planet to be ruled in a way that satisfies us."
Trunks brought his hands up to her head, his fingers lacing in her hair, "You're so dark and so beautiful…I feel as if I've met you before…"
She bit her lip seductively, "Trunks…Do you remember Sheik? I'm one of her children: her only daughter."
She stroked his hair, her blood red eyes closing, "Think back to Sheik, Trunks…think back to the battle…so you remember her ki? The feeling of her life energy? It is like ours…that same darkness…you know you want to be completely within that darkness…"
"Yes," he whispered, his eyes drowning in realisation, "I want that darkness…why ever did we rid of Sheik? That is the life we should all have: living blissfully in that darkness…"
"Don't worry, my Trunks. With me, we can once again change the rule of this planet. And everyone will be able to live in the darkness as we rule it. Do you want that, Trunks? Do you want to be one with the darkness and feel its full pleasurable effect? Do you want to be one with me?"
He subconsciously licked his lips as hers came closer, "I want that. Make me one with the darkness and then we can rule forever in this dark life."
Kiera touched her lips with his, but did not move them. He didn't move his because he knew that she was in control, "What about Pan, your mate?"
Trunks' eyes darkened as he pulled Keira's body flush against his, "I want only you."
Satisfied, she kissed him and breathed into him the rays of darkness.
And they fumbled together under the night sky in the reflection of the water beside them. From now on, Trunks would be one of them. With Trunks, her twin brother Ariek and herself, they would rule and exact the ultimate revenge on the saiyan race for destroying Sheik.
Pan stumbled onto the floor as pain engulfed her. The glass of water she was carrying fell to the floor and water sprayed everywhere, glass smashing and scattering along the floor.
Pan tried to call for help, but no sound emanated from her mouth. She bit her lip, blood trailing down her chin as she brought herself into the foetal position to relieve her of the intense pain that seemed to turn her inside out.
She breathed deeply, and scrunched her eyes closed as much as possible, but it did nothing to quell the pain back into its slumber. Her tail twitched.
'What…what's happening?' she thought as she dug her nails into her palms.
Her bite mark was throbbing and felt as if it wanted to burst. She whimpered noiselessly, held her breath and her eyes watered as her mind was once again taken over by a vision…
FLASHBACK
Sheik turned to Pan, "It was all worked out though Pan, wasn't it. It was a simple act of revenge, perfectly thought out by you. You should have heard them scream, Pan, screaming out for mercy. Their blood staining the dust that lay beneath them."
Pan was really mad now. She closed her eyes and tried to block out Sheik's words, but she couldn't. She fisted her fingers so much that her nails dug into her hands, drawing out blood. Her ki was rising too. They all looked at her, knowing what Sheik was saying. They all knew the fate that had befallen on her Father and Grandfather. They knew that they had died and she had never really got over the loss. It was pushing her to her limits. She was getting angry and fast. She began to growl before she opened her eyes looking at Sheik.
"And they didn't even say goodbye to you, did they," finished Sheik, smiling.
Pan yelled out as she went Super Saiyan and then went up another level to SS2 from the fuelled rage of Sheik's words. Trunks and the other saiyans looked at her wide-eyed; even Vegeta was impressed. She had told none of them her secret of being able to power up this high. She put her hands on her forehead and disappeared.
"Huh?" said Sheik.
Pan reappeared in front of Sheik so fast to the saiyan eye that Sheik didn't have time to block the punch that came her way. Sheik was punched into debris.
"Never…" breathed Pan, "never criticise my family."
And she powered down, her arms falling limp at her sides.
FLASHFORWARD
She let the breath out of her mouth as she felt her mind return to her.
The pain was gone and she slowly sat up among the water and glass. She breathed deeply before leaning back against the unit behind her.
'Another one? I just don't understand…' she thought as she got up, her legs cracking slightly.
She walked shakily forward to the door and leaned on the frame. The pain before had been so intense and the vision had confused her. She couldn't go super saiyan, could she? She knew she couldn't. She had never learned to do it so why had she seen that?
She closed her eyes, wiping the blood from her chin. She managed to somehow make it to her bed and promised herself that she would ask herself more questions in the morning once the after effects of the pain was lulled.
Although it was early and the sun had just only shown itself from the horizon behind the clouds, Bra needed to be in the fresh air of the morning.
She closed her eyes, her blue hair flying behind her in the breeze as she recalled what had happened between her and Trunks…
FLASHBACK
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.
FLASHFORWARD
She cupped her own cheek, feeling the roughness of the scab on her skin. It was going to be there for a long time. But she didn't care about that at the moment. Her looks didn't matter at the time when her family was more important.
Bra had heard what had happened to her Mother and Father at the hands of Trunks: how he had beaten them and hurt them before fleeing into the night. She closed her eyes willing to understand.
It had all started with Pan's amnesia. Trunks had been heartbroken at first, wallowing in grief and anxious to see her. But he had slowly changed. He had become malicious. He had become a whole new different person.
Her brother was a kind person with a heart of gold. He had courage and was completely selfless. He was strong and used his strength to help people. He was loving and affectionate.
But the Trunks that had hurt her was not the Trunks she knew.
"It can't be because of the bond withdrawal…" she mused aloud to herself, the breeze dying down as if it knew the problems that plagued her thoughts.
His eye had been so cold and merciless as he had shut the curtains that she had opened to let in the light. And she had heard from her parents that he had been the same with them: cold and malevolent and staying away from any sunlight.
She gazed at the sky. It was hardly overcast on the planet, but thick clouds covered overhead, swirling in tight whirlpools and effectively blocking the sunlight.
"Just what is happening?"
She stood up and took to the sky to relieve some of her frustration. She stayed high so that no one would see her injuries. But there was hardly anyone flying at this time of morning.
She relaxed and closed her eyes as her aura warmed her and the breeze made her sway slightly.
She did not see him coming.
Bra was suddenly thrown off course as she flew into a hard object. She was winded and rolled over in the sky before getting her bearings, shaking her head and opening her eyes to see a figure a small distance from her.
She knew it was male, but he was facing away from her. She immediately noticed that he did not have a tail. She grimaced: losing your tail was an awful thing to happen to a saiyan. But she cleared her head of thoughts and flew closer towards him, "Hey, watch where you're going!"
He did not turn around. Bra saw that he had long dark blonde hair that was swept around his head. 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 too. It was a strange colour combination.
"Um, excuse me," she said using her discretion, "Can't you at least say sorry?"
His voice was like liquid ice, "If I recall, you were the one who had her eyes closed and went into me, little weak female…"
Bra frowned, anger rising into her features as she was insulted, "How dare you! Do you know who I am?"
He laughed and Bra felt her spine chill. She was about to get him to turn around when he disappeared, "W…where…"
She didn't have time to stop as suddenly her arms were held behind her back and she was head butted while remaining in his strong grip. She felt blood seep into her eyes and she began to power up to Super Saiyan to attack him when he suddenly squeezed her tail with almighty strength. She let out a shrill cry and sagged against him as she gasped for breath.
His right hand continued to hold her hands as his left squeezed her tail even more ferociously as he whispered into her ear, "Tut, tut, tut…You should know that stupid, spoilt, whining little girls like you have no chance against someone like me. No matter how pretty you are…"
Bra growled, "Let me go…"
She lifted her head and was frozen in shock as she saw his facial features. His long dark blonde hair was swept around his head, with shorted bangs hanging down around his masculine face and stern features. She gasped as she took in his deep, blood red eyes and blood red lips that seemed to glow. He was not a saiyan.
She felt herself whimpering and frozen by an unknown force as he let go of her hands and tail and gently caressed her face, running his finger along he scar.
He smiled a cruel smile, "I do like what Trunks did to you, Princess…you recognise me don't you? Not me personally, but…me…if you know what I mean…"
Bra tried to move but she was unable to. She tried to scream or to power up, but she found herself unable to. She closed her eyes, tears trickling down her smooth features as he began to gently run his fingers along her tail, creating unwilling pleasure to course through her body. She bit her tongue and then scrunched her eyes once again as he squeezed her tail painfully once more.
'He…' she thought, 'he looks like…'
She could feel his lips on her neck and she heard a few words before blackness overtook her:
"A lot of people are going to suffer…especially Pan…"
Pan opened her eyes as soon as she heard the noise in the house. Her Grandmother had gone to the market and Pan could feel her ki still there.
'So who…'
She heard another noise. Crunching glass. Someone was in the kitchen and was walking towards her.
She silently got up, concealing her ki as much as possible as she hid behind her door. She heard someone coming in and as their form appeared into her line of vision from behind the door, she struck out with her hand.
The intruder caught her hand and all she managed to see was long blonde hair swept around his head, blood red eyes and blood red lips before darkness overtook her.
"Bra…Bra! Wake up, please. Bra!"
Bra opened her blue eyes before closing them from the harsh light. She breathed deeply and opened them once again to see her Mother looking over her. Relief flowed through Bra's veins and she suddenly got up, ignoring the pain, and hugged her.
Bulma gripped her daughter as Bra cried silently, "Shh…it's okay. Goten saw you falling from the sky and caught you. Bra, what happened?"
Bra sniffled and drew back from her Mother. She noticed that her Father and Goten was also in the room. She widened her eyes in shock, "I…was attacked…I…"
Vegeta came closer to her, "Who by?"
Bra's eyes were wide with fright, "A man…he wasn't a saiyan…he…he looked like Sheik…"
Everything went silent, their faces ashen white and Goten put his hands on Bra's shoulders, "Bra, what…what are you saying."
She didn't seem to notice that he was in front of her as her gaze was glassy and fixed on nothing, "He…he said that a lot of people are going to suffer…Pan…he's going to hurt her!"
She brought her hands to her head, her eyes widening even more as Goten gently shook her to wake her up from her panicked state.
Bulma looked to Vegeta. He seemed to be thinking and he spoke, "I can't feel Pan's ki anywhere. It's as if she's…"
Silence once again took hold of the room and Bra cried quietly, "No…she can't be! Where…where's Trunks? What's happening?"
No one knew.
That's it for this chapter. Hope you enjoyed it and please review/flame or whatever. Next chapter will be up shortly.
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