Disfigured
AN: I just wanted to say thanks to the lovely individuals that took the time to review my story.
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I appreciate everything that's been said, and I hope that you like what I have planned for you. By the way is it me, but where have all the T/P fiction writers went? I know I'm not the only one who wonders about that. Still don't abandon the obviously cute couple that is Trunks and Pan. Anyway I'm rambling, so I'll shut up now. I hope that you guys like this, and don't forget to review. Reviews really make my day.
Inner Turmoil
Chapter 2
(Rage that boils inside burns like a fire that has never been seen before.)
Trunks Vegeta Briefs
I hate him. I know that I shouldn't but I do. He has literally taken everything away from me. My whole world is gone, and never will it return. My love is gone, and I blame him. I blame the Grand kai, for all this agony and hurt that I'm now feeling. I mean how many times have we, have I, sacrificed myself to protect this planet? How many times have I watched my father die at the hands of some villain, only to be brought back again so that it could happen all over again. Even more ironic, how is it that my love dies, but she can't be brought back to life? No that's not right. I meant to say isn't it ironic that the Grand kai himself won't bring her back, knowing full well that he has the power to do so?
Then again I'm filled with hate, or is it anger? Am I angry? Yeah I'm angry. I'm angry because something so beautiful was ripped away from me, and I now have the knowledge that my life has unequivocally changed. What I hate the most is that my life isn't the only one that's changed. It seems as if grief and heartache fills these halls of C.C. on a regular basis.
There's been no smiles or cheers since the accident. Although technically I'm not suppose to know that. I mean I have been locked up in my room for five years. I've secluded myself from my family and friends, and I haven't seen anyone but my Mom ever since. You may wonder if I miss them. Well I can't say that I do, and things would be too awkward now if I tried to make amends. Though the sad part is I don't want to make amends. I want to fester in my misery, and I'm beginning to like this dark sinister side that I've developed since the day of the accident.
I can't believe it's been five whole years. Five years ago things had changed.
Yeah today is the day that changed my life for the worse, and I hate knowing that things will never ever be the same. I hate knowing that my life is already over at 40, and I definitely hate everyone that was involved in the life altering events that has reshaped my life in every sense of the word. Especially her.
Speak of the devil. The very one that I hold personally accountable for all that has happened. As I stare out of the tinted bedroom window, I see Pan's car driving through our circular driveway. I can feel the anger radiating from deep within, so much so that I literally tore down my curtains. I flinced when I heard the sounds of the metal hooks hit the floor, and once again I am reminded of that night.
That anger, that unmistakable anger that I feel has returned like a thief in the night. I want to throw something out of my window, hoping and praying that it would land on top of Pan Son's head. I often wonder if I'm wrong to hate her so much, but then I'm reminded that it was because of her inability to get home Marron has died. Then again there's a small part, a very small part of me that knows that Pan isn't the one I should blame. It's that same side that tells me that I was being unreasonable, but I don't want to hear that. In fact I want to blame her, Kami, and everyone else for ruining my life.
I cringed when I saw her step out of her silver Ford Probe, especially when I noticed her limping. My mom had told me that she had been crippled for a few months before she was able to walk again, albeit she now walked with a pronounced limp. From out of nowhere I felt an sudden feeling of guilt, and wondered just how much had her life changed. I mean apart from the obvious, I wonder about what torments her soul. I wished that I could be there to see it. I want to see her to suffer a fate even worse than mine. I wonder could this be my part of my Saiyan genes? Will I become like my ancestors before me, pent on revenge and violence. Worse yet, have I already succumbed to those emotions and tendcies? If so then I gladly welcome the change. They say that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but what about a man's fury? I can tell you now that it doesn't ever compare.
I watched as Pan made her way up to our front door slowly, and watched as the door slowly opened. I watched my mother's face waiting to see anger, resentment, and hatred when she realized who the visitor was. Instead I watched on as tears of joy streamed down my mother's face, and then I watched on as she embraced the traitorous witch in her arms. They embraced for quite some time, until my mother finally broke their greeting. Pan took a ginger step backwards as my mother assessed her from head to toe. I watched on with hateful eyes, and willed that she would drop dead in front of me.
As if sensing my anger, Pan turned her head in my direction. Since my bedroom was located near the front quarters, I could see everyone coming and going. Therefore when Pan looked up at me, I could see the pain radiating from her eyes. I was grateful that she couldn't really see me because of the window tint, and I was glad that she could only make out my outline. However, I could see her as clearly as a freshly painted mural. I could see the pain, and tears as they fell from her eyes. The nerve of her to feel any type of pain. She doesn't know what real pain is. So what she's a hobbit now! It's her own fault anyway.
Once again anger and hostility ruled my heart, and I backed away from the window. I sat on my bed, and contemplated how I was going to get revenge on the kami's and everyone else involved. I wanted to make them pay in the worst possible way imaginable, and I didn't feel bad in the least for thinking this way. In fact I felt Saiyan.
(Pain is only the beginning of torment, for when torment begins all you) (have left is the unbearable.)
Pan Son
I can't believe that it's been five whole years since I stepped foot inside of Capsule Corporation, home to Trunks Vegeta Briefs. I looked around the lightly dimmed room, and I stare at the pictures that lined the wall for a time. For a while no one says a word, and I continued staring at the pictures that told of happier times. I felt a tear fall down my face, and then I turned my head to look at Bulma Briefs. She has appeared to have aged over night. Her beautiful blue hair was now lined with silver strands. Her crystal blue eyes have dimmed, and heavy bags sat underneath them. Wrinkles that were never there before, were now as pronounced as if they had been there all the while. I guess five years of misery and loneliness will do that to a person. I mean look at me. I'm not exactly cover girl material myself, but it just hurts me to see a woman who used to be looking as haggard as she did.She looked me in the eyes, and was at a complete loss at what to say. So I did the impossible, I said the very first words that had been spoken in five years.
"I came here today to tell you something very important, and I need your support and help on this. You do know that I'm going after them. Right?"
There was confusion written all over her face, and I could tell that she wasn't following me. A sad smile crossed my face, and I stared at the wing tips of my cowgal boots.
"I'm going to get them Bulma. I'm going out there to find my Dad and Vegeta. I'm going to need to borrow your space ship once again, but I'm not going to leave until I've had a chance to speak to your son. I can't leave here not knowing what's going to happen, until I've made things right first."
"I wished that it was that simple. Trunks is not a forgiving man, and now he's the very epitome of his father. As much as I hate to say it, you'd be better off forgetting about him. He's different now."
"I don't care about that Bulma."
"No Pan. I don't think that you understand. Trunks is a changed man, and I don't mean for the better. He has shut everyone out of his life, excluding me. He's not the same man that you used to remember. As a matter of fact, ever since his Dad disappeared he's even worse than before. Pan I'm asking you as your friend to forget about him, because he has definitely forgotten about you."
"Nevertheless...I won't give up on him."
"I'm glad that my son has a friend like you Pan. Even though he won't admit it, he needs a friend. You know that he has even stopped talking to me now right?"
"But you two have always talked, even after the accident."
"Yeah, but's like I said he's a changed man. He's changing right before my eyes, and I'm scared of what that means. I hate that I'm scared of my own son. He's so violent now, that's it's scary."
"Bulma why didn't you tell us this sooner?"
"Because I was scared, and I shouldn't have to be. Man I love my son, and I want to do everything to protect him. It hurts knowing that he doesn't need me anymore, that he doesn't want me there."
Tears fell down Bulma's face, and I grabbed her in a tight hug.
"We're not going to give up on him. You hear me, we're not going to give up on him."
"I don't want to give up on him."
Bulma said through a blanket of tears, and my heart literally went out to her. It seemed as if her son was losing grounds on who he really was, and I intended to do everything possible before I left to remind him who he was.
I broke the heartbreaking embrace, and stared Bulma in the eyes. In those eyes revealed every single emotion that I was feeling, that I had been feeling for some time now. I wiped a stray tear away, and smiled the Son way once again.
"We'll get him back I promise. Starting from today, we'll get him back or my last name ain't Son."
"You know, I really missed you."
"And I missed you as well."
"Bra has been asking about you."
"I know, but I can handle only one Briefs at a time." I said jokingly.
"And Trunks seems to need you the most, even if he won't admit to it."
"We all need each other, but out won't leave until our family is kneaded back together again."
"Yeah, I want my family back."
"And you'll get it, and I swear it on my life."
"Please don't say that." Bulma said looking down.
"We've already lost too much. I don't think I could bear you swearing your life away." She continued.
"Well then I'll make a promise. I promise you that we'll get our family back."
I stepped away from the defeated woman, and turned towards the gold encrusted stairwell. I turned to steal a peek at Bulma, and asked silently with my eyes if it was all right to proceed. With a nod of her head, I moved towards the first step. Due to my handicap it was a little hard to maneuver up the stairs, and I had to take my time during my ascent. After a while, I felt a pair of strong arms encircle my waist. I looked over to the side, and noticed Bulma helping me up the stairs. She gave me a dazzling smile, and enthusiastically nodded her head.
"We'll do this together."
"Yeah together."
With that said we hobbled up the stairwell slowly, and I turned towards my old friend with a smirk registered on my face.
"You really need to get an elevator installed. What can't afford one."
The soft laugh was one I hadn't heard for a long time, and I was beyond glad to finally hear it. I wanted to hear it more often, and more importantly I wanted to hear Trunks's laugh again. I was now more than determined to do everything possible to achieve that goal. It was because of how much I loved him.