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Let Love be Your EnergyLast Time:
Pan couldn't think. Their words struck deep within her, echoing inside of her. She felt numb, her eyes wide in disbelief. It couldn't be true. She fisted her fingers and closed her eyes, desperately searching within her own body for the answers.
And she found it. A tiny ki resonating love and affection for its mother deep within her womb.
'I'm pregnant…' she thought and she knew that she couldn't doubt it now, 'My baby…'
She wanted to cry but she was in astonishment. Pan looked up to their faces, and once again shook her head.
"But how?" Pan began, "I'm fourteen and I'm a virgin…I know I am…so how…who is the Father?"
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She remembered everything.
Everything.
She was Trunks' mate. They had found each other and then they with the other saiyans had fought off Sheik. They had spent two joyous years together before having their heat. And then disaster had struck.
The earthquake had given her amnesia and she had forgotten.
'How could I forget him? How?' she asked herself.
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Pan shook her head, "No…my baby…Trunks…give him back to me…Trunks, it's me, Pan…I love you!"
Trunks grinned a cruel smile before speaking, "I don't love you."
And as they left, Pan was left a desolate wreck because he had left her: the twin children of Sheik had taken him away from her.
He had broken his promise: "I love you so much…nothing will ever take me away from you…nothing…I promise…"
But then again, so had she: "Nothing will take me away from you either, Trunks…"
It was dark in the cell where they had left her to comfort herself, if she could even do that.
Pan felt numb. She felt like nothing. Her small wrists were bloody from where the chains were cutting into her from her earlier struggles and the warm blood was slowly dripping down her arms. Her head hung loose, her ebony hair straggled around her face. Her eyes were open and vacant and her breathing was instinct, creating little clouds from the coldness: coldness that her body didn't feel. Her bitemark was burning.
What words could describe her feelings?
'It's all my fault…' she thought, 'If only I had remembered, if only…'
As the revelation that the Father of her child was Trunks and as Keira had spoken about the beginning, about the earthquake, Pan had remembered everything.
The earthquake had given her amnesia and she had forgotten everything.
'How could I forget him? How?' she asked herself.
And she had hurt him so much because of it. He had tried to get her back. That was why he had been so angry when she had kissed Leonardo. She had tried to kill herself and he had saved her. He could have been hurt because of her stupidity. He had cared for her and had been so gentle with her because he loved her no matter what. He had nurtured both her and their child. She'd had those insecure feelings during her amnesia because she had subconsciously wanted to be with Trunks. Her bite mark willed to be bitten by him because they were mates: a union that was inseparable.
She felt nothing except for shame and regret.
'If only I had paid attention to what he said to me when I had amnesia…if only I had accepted his kindness and I had seen…'
Her eyes began to burn but she refused to cry. She didn't want to…she didn't want to…
"Trunks…" she whispered.
Pan thought back to everything she had done to hurt him. She had kissed someone else, loved someone else, lusted for someone else, even tried to kill herself.
'Oh kami…' she thought, 'what if I had killed myself? He…he would have killed himself too…'
She somehow knew that the twin children of Sheik had orchestrated everything. She just knew. Earthquakes hardly happened at all. They must have made it happen and all of the other strange events as well. They had done something to Trunks: they had changed him. The dark lines on his face and the coldness that radiated from his eyes were visual proof of the changes that had occurred.
But she could feel the change through their bond. She felt no love for her. There was no kindness, selflessness, love, courage or any of the traits that made him; that had drawn her to him in the first place. He had seemingly forgotten all that he had loved.
'It's my fault…'
Obviously, Keira and Areik wanted some type of revenge for what had happened to their Mother, Sheik. They had decided to take it out on her. They wanted her baby for some type of killing machine.
Pan shook her head, a solitary, burning tear falling from her eye.
She recalled the happy times she had talked to Trunks about children; about how they had spoken about starting a family in the future. Now that it had happened, it was not a happy time. Pan swore to herself that she would protect the baby no matter what: even if it cost her life. If only she could help Trunks…but she had tried calling to him through their bond and every time she has hit a transparent solid wall that sent her mind into squeezing pain.
:Trunks, I love you: she tried again:Trunks, please help me…:
She wanted to be free and fight them. She wanted to escape and she wanted to be with Trunks. She needed him and she wanted to kiss him and hold him and tell him how sorry she was for everything. But she could do nothing.
"Trunks…"
"He won't come."
Pan was shocked out of her desperate reverie by a masculine voice. She lifted her head and with her saiyan eyesight saw the blonde haired, red-eyed Ariek leaning casually against the cell bars. He looked smug and Pan felt the need to wipe the look off his face. But as he walked closer to her, she felt the first stirrings of fear within her stomach.
She didn't fear. It was as if knowing her predicament, knowing that she couldn't fight back because of the ki collar around her neck and that Trunks wouldn't help her if she needed help, she feared. She feared for her baby.
She tried to flinch back from his touch as he wiped her tears away mockingly from her cheeks, but his other hand held her chin firmly in place.
"Let me go…"
He laughed, the sound like elemental water over rocks, "Now, why would I want to do that? All these pretty girl I've seen today and all they want to do is run and be scared…"
She narrowed her eyes, "What do you mean…"
He seemed to be talking to himself as he looked to the side, "The Princess was quite rude this morning and now you're crying you heart out over…"
"Bra?" cried Pan, "What have you done? What…why have you done this?"
He turned to look at her, his red eyes burning into hers, "Oh this…everything was planned from the beginning. We've wanted revenge ever since Mother died and everything that your deceased family tried to do to stop us was what we wanted them to do. Everything we set out to do has been achieved. Prince Trunks is on our side and soon your child will become like us. We only instigated the chain of events: everything else was done by your deceased family's decisions, the choices that's Trunks took and the choices that you made. Oh, Princess Bra is okay; what Trunks did to her was even worse. I quite like this new side to him and he likes it too."
Pan felt rage swell up into her veins, "You bastards! Why me? Just for the baby? I'll never let you take it away from me…"
"You don't have a choice."
A moment of silence filled the air before Ariek spoke once more, "Don't know what to say? Hm…Pan Son. We do want your baby, but this whole revenge wasn't just for that: we didn't pick you just because you were pregnant. In fact, we only decided to follow this strategy after we first found out you were pregnant. You don't remember it because the entire memory was erased, but you were the one who caused the downfall of Sheik."
"W…what? She, she came here and a fused saiyan defeated her."
He laughed, "Of course you would believe that. That's all you know. Now, Pan, think back to all these visions you've been having. When you were killing yourself, you saw something that you know doesn't exist. Ah, I can see you know what I'm talking about. The blood? The stench of death? You hand through his heart…"
"BE QUIET!"
Pan pulled at the chains with her arms trying to get him to stop with his talk, "It's not true. What…what we saw is not true!"
"You saw yourself killing Trunks," continued Ariek, "your hand plunging into his chest and his blood on your fingers as he whispered his last breath. It's all true, Pan…."
She shook her head, trying to block out his voice but he kept talking.
"You first came to the palace to kill Trunks in revenge for your Father's and Grandfather's death but you fell for him. You loved him but you still killed him. You were happy when he died and then to escape death at the hands of King, you killed yourself. Interesting things happened in hell. You broke Trunks' heart. But by murdering Trunks, you stopped Sheik from connecting herself fully to him and therefore, our Mother couldn't destroy the saiyan race. You're just lucky that your Grandfather used the Dragonballs to wish you all back to life with good memories."
"Stop it…"
"No. I'm not finished. We knew that Trunks would turn like us if he knew the truth and your deceased family told him the truth as we had planned. He knows you killed him and that's why he doesn't love you…"
"LIAR!" cried Pan, "I know it's not true. I'm not a bad person. It's all a lie. If you made us see those visions then you could have easily made them up. It's not true. I love Trunks…he's my mate and I know that he still loves me…he does…"
He smirked, "Believe what you want to believe, but soon the process of transferring the baby into Keira's womb will begin. Then, I'll think you can be mine to keep for my pleasure…"
She locked her gaze on his, her voice resolute, "In your dreams."
"No, in yours. This is happening whether you like it or not," he said maliciously as he caressed her face and moved his hands onto other parts of her body.
She struggled to get away from his touch, "No…stop…Trunks, help me…I need you…Trunks…"
"Calling for him at a time like this? Hm…if you want to see him so badly, I think I'll let you."
Pan froze, her ears tuned to listening to what Ariek was saying.
Ariek stood up, stopping his harsh ministrations, "I'll go get him for you then. He's just as ruthless as me, but he'll break you even more…"
And then, he was gone from the cell with a chilling laugh. Pan felt her eyelids closing from the lack of energy she had from fighting his words and actions from herself. And then she was in slumber.
The next thing Pan knew was being roughly pulled out of her exhaustive slumber by a sharp pain across her left cheek. Her eyes unwittingly flew open as she realised that someone had slapped her. She growled deep in her throat and turned her gaze to see who had hit her.
Her ebony eyes became locked with sapphire blue.
She could not speak as she watched the swirling of the colours in the iris of his eyes. Harsh shards of different blues swirled together, emitting a beautiful yet bitter colour. Eyes are the windows to the soul and she could see that his soul was frozen. There was no love or kindness in his gaze. There was noting but darkness and resentment.
Pan could not look at Trunks so she tore her eyes away from him, her breathing suddenly becoming harsher.
"So, what do you have to say for yourself?" he spoke.
His voice was the same as ever. Beautiful sounding, husky and rich, but it was now tinged with the scratchy sound of darkness. It seemed to make his voice even huskier and Pan felt the inner stirrings of lust. Her tail was swishing madly. Her body needed him and so did her mind. Heat emanated from her shoulder where her bitemark throbbed. She felt the beginning signs of tears in her eyes: that unmistakable stinging in the eyelids and the tightening of her throat.
"Are you going to talk?" he reverberated harshly, kneeling down, his arms coming to rest on her shoulder, squeezing painfully.
Pan bit her lip, "Stop, please…you're hurting me…"
He squeezed harder and then let go, taking her chin into his hand forcefully and turning her gaze to his, "Talk to me then."
"Trunks…it's me…it's me, Pan. I remember now, I do. I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm so sorry, Trunks…I'm your mate…"
His mouth tightened into a thin line, "You're no mate of mine."
His words stung and Pan felt herself begin to lose control, "Trunks, please…stop this, I love you…"
A smile suddenly graced his lips, effectively stopping her words short. He came closer to her, and placed his hands on her shoulders, his lips a mere inch from hers. She could feel his warm breath tingling her lips as he spoke.
"Listen. Whatever you say to me, Pan, means nothing to me. Whatever you try to do means absolutely nothing. I don't care for you and I don't love you and you've got to get used to that fact. I don't need you so I won't help you."
"Trunks…"
His eyes glazed over even darker than before as he squeezed a little harder on her shoulder, one hand coming to mockingly caress her face. He traced lazy patterns on her cheek that sent shivers down Pan's spine. She wanted him back. She could smell the strong scent of Keira on him, and she suddenly felt possessive and even more desperate than before.
"Please, Trunks…"
"Do you feel weak under my touch? I affect you like no other does on this planet so I can break you like no other can on this planet."
His fingers trailed her lips between the small space between his lips and hers as she replied, "I love you Trunks and that will never change. I'm…we're having a child Trunks…"
His eyes narrowed as he withdrew his fingers, settling his hand back on her shoulder, "No. You're not having a child. It belongs to Keira and me. Before I found out that it would become Keira's, I hated it. Bastard child…anything to do with you is everything that I don't want. But I'm happy that Keira will bear it. It won't be influenced by your cunningness and manipulative streak."
His words cut deep and tears filled her eyes, "How can you say that, Trunks? Cunningness and manipulative streak? This child is part of us: a sign of our love and our bond for each other. Don't you feel it? Trunks…"
"Quiet. We have no bond: I cut that off long ago. Ever since I found out the truth, Pan, ever since I found out that you killed me for some stupid revenge…why would I love someone like you…"
Pan shook her head, tears trickling down her cheeks, "Don't listen to them, Trunks! This…this killing thing that you said: it's not true! I'd never hurt you, ever! Sheik's children, they've made it up to control you…just to get to me so that they can get our baby…"
"Like I'd believe you. You don't love me! You killed me! It's only a miracle that some phenomenon brought me back. I can't believe I wasted my time chasing you around when you had amnesia. Al that…pain and suffering I went through for you. I should have just let you jump and kill yourself…"
Pan bit back a sob, "This isn't you talking, Trunks. You know me: I'd never hurt you because I love you. And you'd never hurt me. You mean everything to me. This amnesia…it was all their doing. But its okay now…I'm back to normal so Trunks, please…"
He wiped her tears from her face, mocking her and she tried to pull her face back, "Stop it Trunks! You've changed, but you can change back…stop…stop mocking me…"
He stood up, pinching her chin as he stood, "I like the way I am. I like this darkness. It's blissful, not like your evil darkness. I hate you Pan and I'll enjoy breaking you into pieces once the baby is transferred. I know that Areik wants you and that's fine with me. I don't need you or anyone else except for Keira, Ariek the baby and myself."
Pan felt drained, her breathing ragged, her cheeks wet, "What…what about your family? Bra, your Mother and Father…what did you do to them?"
"They're no family of mine."
He gave her one last filthy look, the dark lines on his face shining, before turning away.
"Trunks…fight their control over you…please…we need you…the baby and I…"
He smirked and began to walk out of the cell without a care.
Pan felt unexplainably weak and her mind felt swamped under the pain in their bond. She willed herself to speak, her voice kind of like a child's singsong voice from her drained strength, "What happened to the kind Trunks I knew? The one who cared and loved everyone affectionately without ever wanting anything back; the brave and courageous Trunks that fought for me and his family and would let nothing ever harm us…is he in you somewhere?"
He paused at the cell door, "That Trunks is long gone."
She spoke again, the last of her strength being put into her words, "You promised me…you said to me: 'I love you so much, Pan…nothing will ever take me away from you…nothing…I promise…'"
He stopped once more at the threshold of the cell and turned to stare perplexed at her, "What…what did you say?"
Pan's breath stopped as she lifted her head to look at him. Thanks to her saiyan eyes, she could see his facial expression. His eyes were wavering and not as cold as before. For a flash of a moment, she saw the Trunks that she knew, "Trunks…you promised me…do you remember?"
He seemed to be battling with himself, his breathing rate increasing and his eyes darting around dangerously, changing from the cold colour to the warm colour she knew so well. But then it was shattered when he shook his head and the coldness returned indefinitely. He smiled a cruel smile and left without a word, the door slamming shut with a heavy thud.
Pan just concentrated on breathing. She willed herself to stay awake.
"Trunks…" she whispered, wishing that he'd hear her desperation.
He was a whole new different person who was being controlled by the twins fort their own deeds and he just couldn't see it. All the words he had said to her had hurt her, but she knew that he didn't mean it. From his last reaction, she knew that the Trunks she knew was still in there somewhere. There was still hope for her, their baby and the saiyan race.
She wanted to run after him, wanted to tell him of all their happy memories to help him remember and snap back, but she couldn't. All she felt was pain in their bond because he wouldn't accept it. Pan realised that he had experienced that same pain when she had had amnesia.
"There's still hope," she whispered, "Trunks…"
If only he could see how the twins were controlling him. If only he could see how they were using fake visions to make him think that she had killed him. Subconsciously, he had remembered the promise. He could still change back into the Trunks she knew…there was still time.
But not a lot of time.
And as her exhaustion overtook her, she could only remember his loving self.
Outside the cell, away from the bars, Trunks was still as he heard her whisper his name with love and desperation.
'She doesn't love me,' he thought but the last few words she had said had bugged him. A promise. Why did it seem so familiar and such an important entity between them?
He growled loudly and slammed his fists against the corridor wall, the wall cracking under his touch, showing his frustration.
She did not hear it.
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