Give me a sign

Ages: Saiyan Years- Pan-17, Ryanna-19 almost 20, Trunks-19 almost 20, Bardock-30, Goten- 19, Bra-17

Couples: Trunks/Pan, Ryanna/Bardock, and Bra/Goten

Author's note: OH MY KAMI I REALLY AM ALIVE! ^o^

"Talking"

'Thinking/Bond communication'

Lyrics

~Scene change/Flashback~

Chapter 8: Foolish as love

The beautifully ornamented clock on the small table read 5:00 AM. The bright red sun was just beginning to show signs of rising. As it did a tired figure turns in her sleep. Next to her was her love partner, someone she had freely given herself to. Pan smiled and she brushed some of Trunks' fallen hair from his face. His naked arms were around her torso, but he was dead asleep. Last night had been amazing, to put it lightly. Who knew that she would get together with Prince Trunks himself. But something egged on her. The story that Ryanna had told her made her feel slightly guilty. Shaking her head slightly she got out of bed without waking her sleeping mate.

She slipped on a plain white robe and entered the bathroom. Trunks' bathroom was far more luxurious then hers. It had a huge bathtub, a separate shower, a hot tub in the far back corner, and a beautiful sink area with a large mirror. Pan laughed to herself. If she hadn't known any better she would think the Prince was conceited. Slipping the robe off her slim body she stepped into the running shower and began washing away all of the tainted filth from her body. In the meantime Trunks awoke to missing warmth by his body and the quiet sound of the shower in the background. He smiled to himself and got up as well, and followed Pan into the shower.

Elsewhere the early trainers were already training up for sparring. Most of them were top Elites, but some were low class trainees for the king's army. Among the lot was Ryanna doing her usual warm ups; sit ups, bench presses, push ups, etc. Last night plagued her mind. She was furious with Bardock for embarrassing her in front of all those people, but at the same time she loved the feeling he had given her when he breathed on her neck. Ryanna shook her head and began furiously punching at an invisible opponent. The others looked at her almost frightened. She smirked to herself at the faces they had.

She was the strongest, she was superior among the pathetic and pubertal beginners. She had weaknesses, but she would show no weakness at all. Love was a weakness, she knew that for a fact. When she was just a youngling, she had loved her father. It led to his death. When she was a teenager she had loved to hang around Trunks and Bardock. It had led her to her pregnancy. Now she was falling in love with Bardock, but she couldn't let that happen. The last she wanted was for her to loose her pride over something as foolish as love.

Simone looked around the training room until she finally found Ryanna. Running over to her she looked to be in a panic. Ryanna looked at her strangely. "Miss Ryanna, you must come quick." "What's wrong Simone?" "It's Damien, he's..." She didn't get a chance to finish. Ryanna had run out of the training room at the very mention of her son. Pan and Trunks came out of Trunks' room with big smiles on their faces. "That was interesting I didn't know you could be so productive." {Eww! That's nasty talk Pan!} "Well I am the Prince, I have my resources." Pan smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck nibbling at his ear. All of a sudden a brush breeze blew past them. Pan caught sight of Ryanna running down the hall. "Ryanna!"

Pan left behind her confused mate to follow her good friend. Trunks wasn't that far behind her. Ryanna had finally reached the nursery. High-pitched screams came from her son's mouth. When she entered the room she didn't even bother noticing Bardock's presence by her son's pen. Damien was crying to his little hearts content. He angrily kicked his feet and wiggled his arms as if he was having a very troubling nightmare. "Mommy!" The boy cried. His eyes were closed so he couldn't sense Ryanna's presence. Ryanna picked him up and began shushing him. His hysterical cries became softer but weeps and sobs could still be heard from the emotional child.

Tears of fear were hidden behind Ryanna's dark green eyes. "It's okay Damien, mommy is here." "He's been screaming for you for the past two hours." Ryanna looked up at Bardock and the newly arrived Pan, Trunks and Simone. "He wouldn't stop, he just kept crying and crying." Ryanna stroked her son's hair. Trunks got a good look at Ryanna's son. The first time he had seen the boy was at the inner when had met Pan. The little boy looked just like his mother which made it hard to decipher who the father was. He then looked to Ryanna who had a look of relief on her face. Trunks smiled slightly. Though she hated to admit it at times she was one of the most caring people he knew.

"Why don't we leave the mother and son alone for a bit?" Simone suggested. As they all left Ryanna frowned. She had done it again. Her love for her son showed her weakness. She lifted the child from her chest and made him look at her. The little boy's eyes were wet and red from tears. His eyes... just like her. Her hair... was his as well. This was her son, and another weakness to show. When she had found out she was pregnant people had believed she was raped. Which was true in a way, but it was not an intended rape. Trunks had been in heat. It wasn't his fault... It was hers... It was her fault for giving up, for not stopping Trunks when she had the chance.

Damien smiled at her and hugged her by the neck. He had grown up fast. Physically he was three years old. He could already walk and talk slightly. He could lift his arms and touch people just like he had touched her now. "I love you mommy." Ryanna's eyes widened and went teary. "My son..."

Outside Pan had on a sympathetic look. Everything had started to look good until this morning. Why did something always have to happen to make her loose her happy time. Trunks tapped her. "Are you alright love?" Pan looked up at him and nodded. "I'm just worried that's all." "Don't worry about Ryanna. She's a strong person. She ill always find a way to move on." Pan sighed. 'You don't know how wrong you are Trunks. Her life is hanging by an inch of thread.' "I just hope she'll be okay." Trunks put an arm around her and kissed her temple. "As do we all, love." Pan turned to him and buried her face in his chest. Trunks patted her back and smoothed out her jet-black hair.

Aw! Poor Damien, Poor Ryanna, Poor Pan... Poor everyone! Review!