Disfigured 3
AN: Well I'm back. I'm sorry that it's taken awhile for me to give you guys and gals an update, but I had to leave Houston when we were told to evacuate the city, and I had to find my disk with this on it in order to update . So without further ado, here's that update that you've been waiting for.
AN #2 Life or something like it will be uploaded either this Saturday or Monday. Moni T had been waiting and waiting like a faithful soldier for that update, and I'm going to do my best to get it up for her. I'm not going to the library in a few days, and I have some errands that I have to run. Therefore I can't upload it sooner. So sorry. In my defense something was wrong with me uploading the thing, and so I'm going to retype it and save it to another disk. So be on the look out. Laters.
Thank you's goes out to the following people for chapter 2
Queen Pan 1295
R3MZ!MLU
MONI T
LAURA NEATO
SAIYAN GENIUS
MEGAN CONSOER
Ages:
Trunks: 40
Pan:26
Goten:39
Bra:27
Marron: 38
Uub:38
The parents are gonna be old...eh who cares about the ancient ones.
Ignore any misspellings.
Wrath-Vs-Vengeance
Chapter 3
(When wrath comes knocking at my door, I answer it with vengeance.)
Trunks Vegeta Briefs.
(Trunks POV)
I was lying in my bed, staring intently at the off white rustic ceiling. My feet were hanging motionlessly off the edge, as I listened to the sounds of soft footsteps outside my bedroom door. I could feel the rage boiling inside of me, and the sudden urge to scream seemingly overcame me in a matter of minutes. I grabbed the overstuffed tan pillow from under my head, and I quickly placed it over my head. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and I screamed into it as loud as I could.
I don't know how long I screamed, but the sudden sounds of someone knocking at my door stopped me cold. For just a brief moment my blood ran cold, and I felt shivers move along my spine. It almost felt as if the Grim Reaper was knocking at my door, awaiting to take me away. You may ask me was it fear that I felt. or was it avoidance? Was I afraid that Pan represented the undeniable change that took place in my life? Then again you may ask if I were in hiding in my room, because I was avoiding the fact that my life had indeed changed. Either way I didn't want to deal with it, or the nuisance that was constantly knocking at my door.
I snatched the pillow away from my face, and threw it on the floor in a huff. I lifted my body off my bed, and I stood on my feet as quickly as I could. Before I realized what was happening I found myself standing in front of the door, with my hand on the doorknob. Once I realized where my hand was, I snatched it away as if it were hot coals that I'd picked up from a blazing fire.
The sound of my mother's voice broke the temporary spell that I'd been having. I felt the surge of anger building up within me, and I did the only thing I could do. I screamed.
"AAAHHHHH! What do you people want?" I said as I pulled tightly on my hair.
"Trunks? Honey, can I come in?"
"NO!" I shouted looking crossly at the door, as if it offended me.
"You have a visitor. Pan's here."
"What makes you think that I'd want to see her?" I said as I began pacing in my room.
"You'll have to talk to her someday, it might as well be today."
"Mother, can you please go away."
"Trunks...please."
"LEAVE...ME...ALONE!" I shouted angerly.
A brief silence was heard, and for a few minutes I thought that my mother had followed my advice. Then this illusion was shattered when another knock was heard on my door.
"Trunks?"
I cringed when I heard the soft voice that was laced with grief. I felt a morsel of guilt over the way I've been treating Pan, but I quickly pushed those thoughts out of my mind. All I had to do was think of Mar, and all the hostility came rushing back with a vengeance.
"If you don't get away from my door...I promise you, you'll regret it."
"Is that a threat Trunks?"
"I don't make idle threats Panny. I make promises." I said smugly.
"Why are you being like this?" She asked in a near whisper.
"Why? Why! You killed my fiance Pan. Because of you Mar is dead. DEAD! Sure you wasn't the cause of her death, but you played a huge part in it. Do you need any further reasons on why I am being the way that I am?"
"There's no need to be mean."
"SCREW YOU PAN!" I shouted in rage.
"Because of you my life is over. Do you get that? OVER!" I continued shouting at the door.
I heard a soft sigh, followed by a light thud that I took as Pan leaning against the door. I waited to hear what she had to say, but all I got was silence. After a few minutes of quietness, I finally heard the sounds of Pan shifting her feet on the carpeted floor.
"I'm sorry Trunks. God knows I am." She said softly.
"Yeah I'm sorry too Pan. I'm sorry that I ever met you!"
"Trunks..."
I could hear the sounds of her hiccupping sobs, echo down the empty hallway. I don't know if my mom was there giving comfort, but I didn't care that she was crying. What did she know of real pain. She's never been in love. How would she feel if she realized that she had lost the love of her life. I'll tell you. She'd feel just like me. Lost, and angry.
"Hey, Pan remember when we all went to the drive in movies?" I said suddenly.
I could hear the surprise in her voice when she answered.
"Wha...um...yeah."
"Do you remember how you, me, and Mar all tried to sit on the hood of the car?" I said as I inched closer to the door.
"Yeah...I remember."
"Do you remember what happened after that?"
"Yeah. Mar fell down, and broke her collar bone."
"Yeah only after you pushed her. Do you remember how mad I was?"I said as I fingered the door with my index finger.
"Yeah...that was the first time that you had ever hit me in anger."
"I'm so glad that you remember that day, because right now I really want to relive that day. I want to relive that very moment, only this time I wouldn't stop hitting you."
A shocked gasped was heard through my door, and the wicked smirk graced my face as if it were a sweet caress. I reveled in her pain, and at that moment I wanted nothing more than to be the cause of it.
"Why Trunks? Why do you hate me so much? When will you ever forgive me for that day!"
"I'll never forgive you for that day! You killed ME that day! DON'T YOU KNOW THAT? I'll never forgive you. Never."
"You're always going to blame me aren't you?"
"Until the day I die Pan."
"You sit around locked in your room, feeling sorry for yourself, and all you can do is blame others for your misfortune."
"NO! I blame the one responsible Pan, and that's you in case you've forgotten!" I yelled as I kicked the door.
"You know what? Blame me all you want, if that makes you feel better. But don't you dare raise your voice to me again. You think that I can't feel your pain, and sympathize with what happened? Well your wrong Trunks. I feel just as bad, if not worse than you."
"Yeah...well you should."
"I do! Is that what you wanted to hear? Do you want an apology? Well I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you're being an stubborn idiot like your father..."
"DON'T YOU DARE DISRESPECT MY FATHER AGAIN! I'M WARNING YOU PAN!" I shouted hoarsely.
"Well he's an idiot and so are you."
I could feel the heated kai forming around my hands, and I could feel the my hair beginning to stiffen.
"I'm warning you Pan...don't...go...there." I said ominously as I stared at the door.
"Why not? Someone needs to put you back in your place. I've been quiet for too long, and now it's time that I spoke up. You want to stay locked up in your room, and shut everyone out. The only two people you care about is yourself, and a dead woman."
"PAN!" I shouted out as a final warning.
"No hear me out. You care more about a woman that's not even here. Your own mother is out here grieving over her son whose still alive, when she should be grieving over the father that you respect so much instead. I mean do you even care that your father has been missing for five years? Do you ever wonder whether or not he's still alive, or are you that heartbroken over Marron that you don't even care about your father's welfare?"
"I'm warning you..."
"No! Both of our parents are out there, and you could careless. Well with or without you, I'm going to find them."
"Then why won't you? Just go and leave me alone!"
"Not until you've forgiven me. I'm not leaving until you can forgive me, because I have already forgiven you Trunks."
"What? Well I guess that you'll be here for a long time, because I'll never...ever forgive you."
"Then you're just as stubborn as your dad."
Rage, fury, anger, and malice can be a deadly combination if their all mixed together. So in essence I took all that rage, fury, anger, and malice, and raised my kai as far as it could go.
"Yeah you're stubborn just like your dad, who just couldn't wait until you were healed to go to New Namek. He was so stubborn that he just had to leave on the day of the accident. Then to make matters worse, he commissioned my dad to go with him. The stubborn prince of a dead race, who was so anxious to kill off himself and my dad. Damned the consequences."
I must have shouted so loud that it must have blocked all my memories of what had just happened. I was standing in front of my door, and the only thing I could see between the dust and rubble, was the circular hole that was right before me. The hole was smoldering, and I looked beyond it. What I saw shocked me.
I looked beyond all the destruction, and saw my mother bended over Pan's wounded form. Blood pooled around her, as my mother set to work on them as best as she could. For a woman to be as withered and old as she, my mom didn't hesitate to pick Pan up in her arms. She turned towards the rooms with the tanks in it, and gave me one long penetrating look before she left.
That one look said it all. That one look displayed how much my own mother hated me, and feared me. My own mother feared...me, and once again I blame the one responsible. Pan. If she hadn't come over here, she would've been all right. Now because of Pan's actions my mother doesn't even trust me any more. So in a rage, I jumped up in flight. I flew right out of my window, and into the waiting night. The only sounds I could hear was the glass hitting the carpeted floor, and the anger rushing through my veins.