Disclaimer: See chapter one for disclaimer.
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for taking so long to update. I had been working on chapter three of Enter the Game and it took awhile because I kept leaving the game script at home while I was at school and able to write. As some of you might know, I'm going by the game script for that story, that's why I need it. I've had some things that have kept me from writing as well. One of them is the death of my best friend. She was a writer here at Hee hee. -Evil grin- I have many things in store for Trunks and company. Just stay tuned. You may like it. Bwahahahaha. Ahem.
frozen-in-shadow: Glad you liked!
Tokyogurl1: Glad you like the story so far. I'm pretty found of T/P's myself.
Trupan: Hee hee. I thought I'd elaborate more on Trunks' situation and tell about what happened and why Donovan was after him. So since it would obviously weigh on his mind it would be a nightmare that occurred every now and then. Since Pan was with him she would hear what was going on. -Shifty face-
Dearest A-Chan (Melinea tis her pen name),
Happy 17th, girlie. I hope you saw the balloons we released for you on Saturday and I hope you saw the candles I burned for you. May you have rest and I pray that you are happy in heaven. You were like my sister and the love you gave me is everlasting. Your memory will forever remain with me until it is time that I hopefully join you one day. I pray one day that the pain your loved ones and myself feel will fade and that the love we share is everlasting. We miss you terribly girly! You are in the hands of God and His angels now. Your sweet smile rains down on us from above in your new home. Peace, Chica.
Friends Eternal,
Yugure no Tenshi
And with that here is the long awaited part five!
Chapter Five
Over the course of the next week Trunks' wound healed nicely and Gohan came to trust him. Pan often woke in the morning to the sound of sword play as Gohan and Goten trained with the prince. He wanted to become stronger so that he could defeat Donovan and take back the castle and his kingdom. They would wake at dawn, eat breakfast and go out to train. Then they would break for lunch. Again this morning Pan woke to the sound of sword play and decided that she would join in today. She got out of bed and got dressed, going to the kitchen for breakfast. After cleaning her dishes, she went back to her room to get her own sword out under her bed. She attached the scabbard to her back, the belt going across her chest. She looked at her dresser, seeing the clear crystal ring she almost always wore and grabbed it, putting it on left middle finger, heading outside. She was wearing a pair of black leggings, a light brown tunic with short sleeves, and leather, knee high boots. At this point Gohan was standing off to the side watching Goten and Trunks spar. Pan was impressed with Trunks, Goten was one of the best swordsmen in the country side. Gohan looked up to see Pan watching and waved her over.
"Good morning, Pan-chan," he called. She waved, walking over.
"Good morning, Dad," Pan answered. Trunks had turned his head in her direction upon the mentioning of her, giving Goten his chance to knock Trunks to the ground and get his sword away from him, pinning him to the ground.
"You need to pay more attention to me, Trunks, than my little niece," Goten grinned. Pan laughed. Trunks grunted and Goten let him up, helping him to his feet. Gohan looked at his daughter, eyeing her sword.
"I take it you want to join in?" he asked.
"Yes, I want to spar with him. Test him out," Pan answered. Gohan grinned, ruffling her hair. Trunks brushed his bangs off of his sweaty forehead.
"He's pretty good, I'll say," Gohan said. Trunks looked at Pan and then at Gohan.
"Whoa, wait a minute. You want to spar with me?" he asked. Pan nodded.
"Sure, why not?" she asked.
"No way. I'm not sparring with a lady. I won't fight with a woman," he said, sheathing his sword. Pan crossed her arms.
"Dad and Goten trained me. I'm as good as either of them. What, are you afraid you are going to hurt poor little me?" she asked. When Trunks didn't answer, she unsheathed her sword. She came at him at a fast pace, her sword out at her side. The tip was pointed at an angle out from her body as if she were poised to strike by swinging her blade upwards and into her target. When Trunks realized she wasn't playing around he unsheathed his sword just in time to block the blow from her. He stared at her as he felt the strength she had put into the swing. She jumped back before going at him again. He remained in the defensive and she in the offensive. He did not want to attack her as she was a girl and he was taught not to hit girls.
"Oh, come on, Trunks. I know you have more than that in you. My father gives out harder spankings," she taunted, trying to get him to fight her. Trunks looked at Gohan briefly.
"Go ahead. She puts up a good fight. You won't hurt her that bad," he said. Trunks nodded finally taking the offensive. Pan grinned.
"Now that's more like it," she said. They put up a good spar, in the end Trunks swept Pan's feet out from under her, knocking her to the ground and pinning her. She looked up at him.
"Good spar," she said.
"Thanks," he said, letting her up, holding his hand out. She took it and he helped her up, taking notice of the ring on her finger that was not there before. She sheathed her sword and wiped the sweat from her forehead. He looked at the ring again before grinning at her.
"You are pretty good yourself. That was the first time I actually sparred with a girl," he said. Pan stuck her tongue out at him.
"Not all girls like dolls and frilly dresses. Keep that in mind, your highness," she said. Goten clapped, interrupting Trunks' comeback, walking over to her.
"Good, Pan. That was great," he said. Pan smiled at her uncle.
"You know that a lot of what I know came from you and father," she said. Goten grinned.
"But you preformed what you learned well," he said. Trunks watched Pan and her uncle for a moment.
"So, might I ask, if you don't mind, where you got that ring?" Trunks asked, curious. Pan looked at her hand and then at him.
"Why do you want to know?" she asked. Trunks shrugged.
"I don't know. It just looks like something I've seen before. Maybe when I went into town sometime?" the last part more to himself than to Pan. She grinned at him.
"It's a secret," she said, grinning.
"Hey, I told you something that was personal," he huffed.
"Maybe I'll tell you one day," she said. They trained a little while longer, but unknown to them someone slipped off into the shadows.
Bulma looked down at the throne room from her throne beside of Donovan. It was a large room, a plush red carpet going directly down the middle of the room to the large, double oak doors on the other side. Large marble columns rose up from the floor to the ceiling, lighted torches hanging in their brackets on every other column. There were also colorful tapestries hanging on the walls behind the columns. She was wearing a sea green gown today with a sash tied about her waist that was a slightly darker shade of green. Her hair was down as usual and she looked on with her blue eyes. A man in a black hooded cloak entered through the doors, hood drawn up over his head. He stopped at the foot of the throne, kneeling in front of Donovan and Bulma. She could tell that this man had a bulky, muscular body even though he was draped with the long, flowing cloak. She didn't like the look of him and had no clue as to what his business was with Donovan. Donovan peered down with his cold blue eyes. On his shoulder was perched a house cat sized creature. It had the talons of an eagle at the end of all four of it's legs, the rest of it's body covered in pitch black fur. It's face was like that of a fox, a long, pointed white horn sticking out of it's forehead, feathered black wings adorning it's back, and a bushy fox-like tail. The creature, too, looked at the cloaked man with it's pure silver eyes and emitted a low growl.
"Easy, my pet." he said to the creature, to the man he said, "What news do you bring me today, Kelryc (Kehll-rick)," he asked.
"Unfortunate news I am afraid, sire," the man spoke, his voice booming even though he was trying to speak softly. Donovan raised his thin eyebrows.
"Oh? Just what is this unfortunate news?" he asked. Kelryc kept his eyes to the floor.
"Just as the rogue in the forest reported to me, sire. I left to check out this rumor and it proved to be true. His majesty, Prince Trunks, is alive and well, my lord," he answered. Bulma's eyes widened as panic took a hold of her.
"What!" Donovan yelled, standing suddenly. The creature's ears folded against it's head and it snarled at the sudden rising of voices, baring it's small, pointed fangs.
"It is true, sire. I saw him with my own eyes," Kelryc said. Donovan whirled around, looking at Bulma.
"That coffin was empty, wasn't it?" he growled. When she did not answer he turned back to Kelryc.
"Where did you see him?" he asked.
"A place only half a day's walk from the old tower. Belongs to the Son family," Kelryc answered.
"Thank you, Kelryc. Go tell the servants to ready my horse," Donovan ordered. When Kelryc stood, Donovan tossed a bag of gold coins to him. He bowed, turning to leave. Donovan grinned, turning to Bulma.
"Looks like I have to take care of this matter myself. Obviously my men are too incompetent to do it themselves," he said, turning to storm out of the room. When she was sure that Donovan was gone, she headed for her room. She sat at her desk and wrote a quick note. She went to find one of the servants to deliver the letter.
"Garith (Gare-ith)!" she called to a young man walking down the hall ahead of her. He stopped and turned to face her. He began to bow, but she stopped him.
"There is no time for formalities! You must go to the Son residence at once. The prince is alive and well. Donovan knows and he is heading there to kill him now! You must get this to him," she handed him the letter.
"Yes, my lady," he said, taking the letter. He ran down the hallway. Bulma slumped to the floor, tears streaming down her face. She prayed that the letter would reach Trunks in time.
Garith had gotten to he stables moments after Donovan had left. He called for the fasted horse in the stable, his business was life or death. A horse was prepared as fast as possible and Garith took off. His long, dark blue hair billowing out behind him as the tan colored horse galloped towards the Son home. He scanned the landscape around him with emerald green eyes for the place he needed. He remembered that there was a short cut that would cut out two hours of time. The letter was safely tucked in a fold of his tunic by his chest. He would not fail his majesty or his queen. Prince Trunks is alive! What great news! Only if I reach him in time. Donovan must be stopped! He raced on through the woods.
It was at breakfast the next morning when the pounding came at the door. Videl when to the door to answer it, a moment later Videl came back to the kitchen.
"Trunks, there is a man here for you. He wants you to come outside. I told him that the prince is dead why is he asking for him and he said that he knows you are alive and that you are staying here," she said. Trunks looked alarmed. Pan looked up as well, looking at Trunks. Trunks got up, going into the back room that was now his bedroom to get his sword. Pan got hers from her room and they both headed to the door. Trunks glanced outside to find Garith standing by a horse. He sighed and stepped outside. Garith looked up with wide eyes, dropping to his knees.
"My lord! It is true! You are alive!" he exclaimed.
"How did you know?" Trunks asked. Garith's face turned grim.
"I have a message for you from her highness, Queen Bulma," he said, pulling out a red envelope. Trunks froze before taking it. His mother only used red envelopes when she had bad news to give. He opened it and read what was written, his face turning pale. Pan watched him, worried.
"What's wrong, Trunks?" she asked. Garith stared at her.
"Do you not know who he is, my lady? He is your prince, you should address him as so," Garith said, not ordering, more like suggesting. He was already starting to wonder why the prince had not reprimanded her. Trunks waved his hand.
"I told her that if I cannot call her miss then she cannot address me as anything other than my name. As for what is wrong, Donovan's man, Kelryc, was spying for him. He found out I was alive and so Donovan is on his way here to fight me again. Most likely intending to kill me," he answered.
"I'm barely two hours ahead of him, my lord. I came as fast as I could," Garith said.
"Thank you. Did this Kelryc mention anything about Bra?" Trunks asked, worried for his sister's safety. Garith shook his head.
"No, sire. He only saw you," Garith answered.
"Good," Trunks said. He turned to Pan. "No one is to assist me. This is my fight. Goten is to keep Bra in this house no matter what. Donovan can not know she is here. My mother sent her here for her safety." Pan nodded.
"I'll go tell him now," she said, turning to go back inside. Trunks turned back to Garith.
"Go back to the castle. If Donovan were to find out you were here, you and my mother would get it. I don't care how long it takes you to get back to the castle, be careful," Trunks said. Garith bowed.
"Yes, my lord," he replied. He climbed back onto his horse.
"Please tell my mother I love her," Trunks said.
"Yes, sire. Farewell and good luck," Garith said. He turned his horse around and headed back down the path. Trunks watched until Garith was out of sight before going inside to prepare himself for the up coming fight.
Pan made her way back to the kitchen where everyone was still eating. Goten and Bra of course were sitting beside each other and talking. Her face told that she carried bad news and everyone noticed right away.
"What's wrong, Pan?" Gohan asked.
"Someone was here yesterday that we did not know about. His name is Kelryc-" Pan was interrupted by a horror struck Bra.
"Oh, no. Donovan's main spy. He knows we're here!" she asked, her blue eyes wide.
"He only knows Trunks is here. Kelryc didn't see you. Donovan is on his way, he will be here in under two hours. Your mother sent a messenger to warn us. Trunks requests that Bra stays inside and out of sight. She can't go outside or stand by the windows, Uncle Goten. He also requested that no one help him, he wants to fight alone," Pan finished, clenching her fists.
"That's crazy, Pan! We can't let him do that. If Donovan did what he has to Trunks and killed King Vegeta do you think Trunks can stand a chance?" Gohan asked.
"Daddy, don't you think I feel the same too? Trunks told me what happened. He wants to avenge his father's death. He tried to that day and stood a chance then. Donovan was just a bit faster and he plays dirty. He isn't going to let us help even if we try. Just like our king he is stubborn," Pan said. Gohan sighed, defeated. He knew she was right, but Trunks was the only person with the strength to take back the throne, but he wasn't yet strong enough. No one else dared to challenge Donovan and if Trunks died that was the end.
Trunks stood on the front porch of the cottage waiting. Pan stood in the doorway behind him, watching the path over his shoulder. It was almost time for Donovan's arrival. Bra had been crying in a back room with Goten. Trunks had been gone out of her life for so long just to come back for only a short time she had said. Trunks was in his black armor, his hair tied back from his face with a white ribbon. Pan was once again wearing black leggings, a light brown tunic with short sleeves, and brown leather, knee high boots. He had argued with her about being present while he fought Donovan. She refused to let him face Donovan alone, even if she wasn't going to help him in the actual fight. She toyed with her ring nervously, waiting. In the distance the sound of hoof beats on the path was heard. Trunks looked out onto the path, putting his hand on his sword's hilt.
"Pan, promise me that if I don't come back from this that your family will take care of my sister," he turned to look at her. Pan nodded vigorously.
"I promise. Maybe someday Donovan will be defeated, if today is not the day and your mother will be set free," Pan said softly, daring to hope against the terrible fate that may befall Trunks.
"I hope that day comes soon," Trunks said, turning back to face his father's murderer. Donovan was riding Vegeta's pure white stallion, Nova, which angered Trunks even more. Pan noticed that Donovan was indeed handsome, but as he got closer it was engulfed by the evil in his eyes. Donovan hid his surprise that Trunks knew he was coming, it did not concern him, but it would have been easier to kill Trunks had he had the element of surprise. Trunks stepped off of the porch as Donovan got closer. He stopped at the foot of the steps as Donovan stopped and climbed down off of Nova.
"So, you are indeed alive, Trunks. I also see you knew I was coming," he looked Trunks up and down a moment.
"I knew you would be coming sooner or later," Trunks replied. Donovan spotted Pan back on the porch.
"Ah, Miss Son. So nice it is to see you again. Though you probably don't remember me. What a beautiful young lady you've turned out to be," he said, smirking. Pan glared at him and he laughed. He looked back at Trunks.
"I've acquired a new friend. Let me introduce him," Donovan said, indicating the strange creature perched upon his shoulder. "His name is Alexander. I'm sure he will enjoy finishing you off for me." The creature looked at Trunks, letting out a low growl. Trunks unsheathed his sword, as did Donovan. Donovan attacked first, moving forward and striking out with his sword. Trunks brought his up to block Donovan's blow. Alexander took this opportunity to reach out with his hooked claws, catching Trunks in the face. He grunted, jumping back. Blood welled up and spilt over, down his face. He jumped at Donovan, slashing through the air. Pan watched as the battle continued on.
They had moved a ways away from the cottage and towards the river. Pan had followed behind them. Trunks was holding up nicely, but he was wearing out. Pan noticed that Donovan had not even worked up a sweat. Pan also noticed he was holding back.
"You bore me, Trunks. I think I'm going to finish this now," Donovan grinned. He jumped at Trunks, pushing him back. Trunks pulled up his sword to block. Donovan's grin grew as his sword met Trunks' and broke it in half. He spun around, ducking, and sending his elbow up into Trunks' chin. While Trunks was dazed by the blow he turned again, slashing his sword down diagonally across Trunks' chest. Trunks crumpled to the ground, dropping the hilt of his broken sword. By now Donovan had pushed him to the edge of a cliff which stood, hanging fifty feet above the river.
Pan's heart was in her throat as she watched in horror, realizing a little too late that Donovan had caught Trunks in his trap. Trunks slowly got to his feet, picking up what was left of his sword. Alexander yipped and Donovan nodded his approval. With great speed the strange creature flew off his shoulder and at Trunks. Pan stood frozen as Alexander's horn stabbed into Trunks, knocking him off balance. His eyes widened as he tried to catch himself, but the attempt was futile. He fell backwards his hair flying loose over the edge of the cliff, the white ribbon fluttering down to the ground. Pan screamed, coming to life all of a sudden and drew her sword. Donovan turned to silence her when her sword met him, going through his gut. He stood double over for a moment, Pan's hand on the hilt. Then he looked up at her and grinned. She suddenly realized that the wound she had inflicted had done nothing.
"Looks like my work here is done, Miss Son," Donovan laughed, putting the palm of his hand to her forehead. His eyes glowed with a fierce blue glow and her eyes widened as he threw her back with his mind. She flew back and hit a tree behind her, sliding down it slowly. She winced, watching as he pulled her sword from him body and dropped the bloodless blade to the ground. Alexander flew back to him and landed on his shoulder. Blood dripped down from his horn, staining it's pureness with crimson red and Pan closed her eyes tightly against the tears. When she opened them again Donovan and Alexander were nowhere to be seen. Slowly she stood, pain shooting through her body. She stumbled to the edge of the cliff and looked down at the jagged rocks below for any sign of Trunks body. She sank to her knees, bringing her hands to her face. There is no way he could have survived that fall…. After a while of staring into nothingness she looked down at the ribbon that had held his hair back. A tear spilt down her cheek as she picked it up and tied it around her wrist.
"I will dare to challenge Donovan. I will avenge you, Trunks," she ground out around the pain. She stood once more, going to pick up her sword and sheathing it. She picked up the broken hilt and blade of Trunks' sword, cutting her fingers in the process, but not caring. Slowly she made her way back to her home, pain shooting through her body the entire time. Nova was gone so Pan knew that Donovan had gone as well. Gohan and Videl ran outside to her, Gohan picking her up. Videl took the broken sword from her. They had watched Donovan climb, unharmed into the saddle of the horse he had rode to their cottage. They knew what had happened and they had hoped they would return alive. Pan looked at her father.
"He's dead, Dad. Trunks is dead…." she said. Gohan held her close to his chest, bringing her into the house as tears fell from her eyes.
A/N: And with that I end part five. I hope you don't kill me! And you got your wish Erica. -Shifty face- Please review on your way out. The more you review, the faster the next chapter will roll out. :D