Disclaimer: See Part I for disclaimer.
A/N: Hello again guys! Sorry for the super long wait! I have had A LOT going on lately including getting engaged: ) Part VII is finally here: ) And if you haven't already read it yet, the revised Part II is up as well! Please check it out!
And now, the long awaited Part VII! I hope you like it.
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Part VII
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"You're his what!" Pan exclaimed, looking at Maron and then at Trunks.
"You heard me. Or are you deaf?" Maron said, looking at Pan with ice cold eyes. Pan's eyes narrowed. She looked at Trunks. Once more her jaw clinched. She reached up and began to undo the buckle across her chest.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"It's your sword isn't it? It belongs with you. I don't need it. I have my own," she answered, taking the sword off her back. She handed it to him and backed away.
"Pan?" he stepped towards her. She pointed back the way they had come.
"Leave, now," she said.
"What about training? What about Donovan?" he asked.
"What about them? I can't talk to you right now. Just leave, please," she said. He stepped closer.
"Pan…." he said, reaching towards her.
"Go!" she turned away, running down the path. Trunks handed his sword to Maron and started after Pan.
"What are you doing?" Maron asked.
"What's it look like? I'm going after her," he said, running after Pan.
Pan was running through the trees, looking for the place she always went to when she was upset. Trunks, however, was gaining on her. She tried to avoid him, but he caught up with her anyway.
"Pretty sad that I can catch you when I'm injured," he said, still following her.
"I thought I told you to leave," she growled. He grabbed her arm, turning her around to face him. She avoided his eyes when he tried to look at her.
"What's wrong? Why do Maron's words bother you so much?" he asked, grabbing her chin gently and pulling her face up to meet his.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, her eyes not meeting his.
"Is that what this is about? Pan, this isn't like you at all. You never asked and I never thought you cared about that," he answered.
"You never showed me any sign that would make me ask!" Pan exclaimed. Trunks sighed.
"It's not like I wanted to Pan. It was arranged before my father died. The announcement was set for a later date because of his death. It was supposed to be announced the week after my accident. That's why no one knew about it," he explained. Pan stayed quiet, not looking at him.
"All this time I thought you were dead. I saw you fall over the cliff…. I couldn't do anything," she whispered.
"It isn't your fault, Pan. Donovan is very strong. When I woke up I was at Maron's. I told her I had to come back here. I had to make sure that you and your family, along with Burra, were safe. I couldn't stand the thought of Donovan hurting you…. She just decided to follow me here," he said.
"I brought your sword to Lee to be fixed. I swore I would destroy Donovan for your's and your family's sake…. Even if it was the last thing I ever did," she said softly, raising her eyes to meet his. She raised a hand to touch his face. "He said something that made me realize…." She bit her lip, pulling her hand away before it touched him.
"Realize what, Pan?" he asked. She laughed softly, lowering her eyes.
"It doesn't matter now, does it? Just let me go, Trunks, please?" she asked. His grip on her arm loosened.
"Pan, I…," he started. She turned away from him as a tear fell from her eyes.
"Please, Trunks. I have to be alone. I have to think," she said softly. He took a step towards her.
"I…." he stopped, "As you wish." Pan began to walk away from him once more. Trunks turned to walk back towards the cottage. However, Pan's vision was blurred by tears and her foot was caught on a root. A loud snapping sound caused Trunks to whirl around in time to see Pan fall. She tried to catch herself, but she slid on a moss covered rock and with a sickening crack, fell heavily against a tree. She slid down to the ground unconscious. Trunks' eyes widened, everything happening too fast for him to react in time.
"Pan!" he yelled, climbing carefully, but quickly down to her. When he reached her, he gently laid her on her back.
"Pan, speak to me! Pan!" he cried, patting her face. When he felt something wet he looked at his hand and found blood. Along the left side of her forehead and into her hair was a nasty gash.
"Oh, God! Please don't die on me, Pan," he whispered, picking her up and carrying her towards the cottage.
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He sat in a darkened room surrounded by candles in a high backed, wooden chair. Beside his head on the back of the chair sat a wicked, black animal, its white horn reflecting the candle light. In his lap sat a black bound book, the pages edged in crimson red. He thumbed through the book until he found what he was searching for.
"Ah, here it is," he said, a large grin breaking over his white teeth. The creature let out a soft growl in acknowledgement. He carefully read over the page, his grin growing bigger.
"He'll never know what hit him." he said, "Let the games begin." His eyes began to glow red.
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Pan stood in a dark place, unable to see anything or anyone but herself. She shivered, her mind in a cloud.
"Where am I?" she asked, her voice echoing. Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement and quickly turned her head towards it. Standing there were several people. She somehow felt she should know them, but no names came to her. At the center of the group stood the prince. He looked straight at her and as he began to walk towards her, everyone else began to disappear as if slowly being erased from the head down.
"Who are you?" she asked and he stopped. His mouth moved, but no sound could be heard. He reached out to her, but just like the others he began to disappear.
"Wait! Don't go!" she cried, running towards him. When she reached out to grab his hands he completely disappeared. She fell to her knees and hugged herself as a lone tear slid down her cheek.
"He is your enemy," a voice answered. Pan jumped up and whirled around to find the source of the voice.
"Who are you?" she asked, looking around.
"A friend," the voice answered.
"If you are my friend and he my enemy, why can't I remember your names?" she asked.
"He is the reason you can't remember," the voice answered as the darkness began to fade.
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Pan woke up slowly, her vision slightly blurry. Beside her bed sat Trunks, who looked like he hadn't slept in days. She reached up to rub her eyes, catching Trunks' attention.
"Pan?" he asked, leaning over her. She looked up at him, squinting.
"Who's Pan?" she asked, her voice hoarse. Trunks stared at her a moment.
"You are Pan. Do you know where you are?" he asked. Pan's face fell into a look of concentration. After a moment her eyes focused back on him.
"No… I don't," she answered. Trunks stood up.
"I think you have amnesia, Pan. Hold on and I'll get your grandmother. I'll be right back," he said. He walked out of the room and into the hall. Pan tried to sit up, but the pain in her head caused her to fall back again.
Don't trust him…. A voice whispered. She looked around, but no one was in the room. She put her hands over her eyes and groaned. A moment later Trunks came back with Chi Chi. She walked over to Pan and sat beside her. Trunks stood off to the side, watching.
"How are you feeling, dear?" she asked, watching Pan with concern. Pan moved her hands away to look up at the slightly familiar face.
"My head really hurts," she answered. Chi Chi nodded.
"Do you remember what happened?" she asked. Pan shook her head only slightly, but then winced in pain.
"No, I don't."
"You hit your head really hard. That's why it hurts. Do you know who I am?" Chi Chi asked. Pan studied her a moment.
"You look familiar, but I can't think of your name," she answered. Chi Chi frowned.
"I'm Chi Chi. I'm your grandmother. I want to see if you can tell me the names of anyone else, okay?" she asked, standing.
"Okay," Pan said. Chi Chi started to leave, "Er, Chi Chi?"
"Yes, dear?" she answered, turning back around. Pan pointed at Trunks.
"I don't want him in here unless someone else is here," she said. Chi Chi looked at Trunks, then back at Pan.
"Is there any particular reason why?" Chi Chi asked, hoping Pan might be remembering something.
"I have this feeling is all. His presence makes me uncomfortable," she answered. Trunks bowed his head, a sinking feeling in his heart.
"As you wish, Pan," he answered softly, turning to leave. As Pan watched him go, she felt a pang in her heart. Chi Chi turned to leave behind Trunks. Pan put her hand over her heart.
"If he is my enemy, why does my heart feel this way?" she asked softly.
He betrayed you…. Came the voice again.
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Trunks walked with Chi Chi for a moment before going outside. He walked towards a tree and punched it as hard as he could.
"Damnit!" he cursed, leaning his arm against the tree. He rested his forehead against his arm.
"Trunks?" his sister called.
"What is it, Burra," he said, not moving. Bra approached him, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"No," he answered.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Pan has amnesia. She can't remember anything except that she's upset with me," he answered, turning to look at her.
"And why does that matter to you?" she asked, trying not to smile. He sighed, running his hands through his hair.
"She's my friend, Burra. I don't want her upset on my account. All my presence has done is brought harm to her and I hate that," he said.
"I don't think so. If she thought so little of you she wouldn't have gone through the trouble of fixing your sword and training night and day to become used to it. She has been training since she came home with the repaired sword to go and take the castle back from Donovan in your place. She even cut off her hair so it wouldn't get in the way of her mission. You said that the two of you were sort of arguing and she was upset before she hit her head, right?" she asked.
"Yes, that's right," he answered.
"About Maron, wasn't it?" Bra asked.
"Now that's not fair, Burra," he protested. Bra grinned.
"I knew it." Bra hit him in the shoulder, "You should have told her! Considering how she felt and you were arguing before she fell, she might just remember feeling upset and uncomfortable about it. It'll pass and I'm sure it's only temporary. She'll be better soon." Bra smiled.
"I hope so," he answered softly.
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Of all the people Chi Chi brought in to Pan, she only knew Goten. Over the next several weeks Pan slowly recovered some of her memory. She was able to recognize her mother and father, but everything else was still locked behind a curtain of darkness. She began befriending Bra once more, remembering snippets of time before. However, Pan still had no idea who Trunks was. Maron, against everyone's wishes, refused to leave.
"Mom, I'm going for a walk," Pan said. Videl looked at her daughter.
"Okay, Pan. You be careful and don't trust anyone!" she said.
"I know, mom," Pan answered, heading out the door. She walked down the path in the direction of the tower. She heard a small noise on the path behind her and she stopped.
"Why do you insist on following me?" she asked, not turning around.
"I know you can't remember what happened, but why are you so hateful to me? Have I done something I don't know about? Please, just tell me what I've done wrong," Trunks answered. She turned to face him.
He's the enemy… enemy… enemy…. Echoed in her mind and she shivered.
"Something tells me I can't trust you; in my heart and mind. I don't know who you are now, but I have to trust what my heart says, even if I knew you before," she answered.
But your heart aches whenever you're so cruel to him. A voice, much gentler than the other voice, whispered. Trunks' face fell and he watched her with sad eyes. She closed her eyes as tears suddenly welled up.
"I'm sorry that I make you feel that way, Pan. I really am. For all the pain I caused you, before and now," he said softly. She turned away and he let her go. When she disappeared, he put his hand over his face.
"What's happening to me?" He laughed at himself, "We hated each other when we first met. When we parted ways I could have cared less if I ever saw her again. Now it's tearing me apart knowing that she hates me now."
"It's because she really means more to you than you are willing to admit. Just like father." Trunks turned around quickly to see Bra.
"That can't be true. I care for Maron," he answered. Bra smiled.
"Do you really, Trunks?" Bra asked, "Be honest with yourself. Figure out what you want for once and take it." Trunks looked at Bra, a storm of emotions in his eyes.
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A/N: So did you guys like it: ) I hope so. It's kinda short because I haven't updated in forever and I thought I would post what I had written on paper already. I have the next chapter already planned out and getting ready to work on it. I hope to be able to update A LOT more often! I'm so sorry guys! Please tell me what you think! And as a reminder, if you haven't checked out the new version of Part II have a look-see! Thanks!