A/N: I decided to immediately write the next chapter, even though you guys didn't get to read it right away.
A special thanks to: Kat57, Silver Shiko, and Charmaine. Thank you guys, you are the best, I can't believe my story is coming to its end, but you guys saw it through. I can't thank you enough for all your support, and for all your reviews. Thanks once again.
Rating: R (M)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dragonball Z/GT characters, nor do I own the original plot to the manga/anime. But I do own the rights to the plot portrayed in this fanfiction, so back off. Thank you.
Category: Anime: Dragonball Z/GT
Summary: "I want to go to this school in America," I knew at first my parents would disagree, but soon they would relent. I was going undercover as a guy for the next four years, and looking forward to it 100.
Genre: Drama/Romance/Action/Adventure/Sci-Fi/Supernatural/Angst
Warning: No guys, nothing perverted this time, just get ready for the angst/drama to really play out. I don't know how sad this will be, but I'm definitely going to try to make it a tear jerker at the end. (Don't get mad, read the epilogue after this, it won't be too bad)
Undercover
By: Dark Huntress
Chapter 22: Heartbreak
It felt like an eternity until the blade was extracted from my flesh, but the scorching heat that hit my back made me wish for death. A white hot agony tore up my spine as I felt my chest shudder in response to the newest attack. We were both too weak for us to use our newly acquired abilities, yet he seemed to hold more strength than I did, which did not bode well.
Grasping my chest, and breathing in slow and short gasps, I felt a foot hit me in the side, cracking several ribs in the process. I flew several feet, smashing my back into a large pole. Coughing on my own blood, I hunched myself over as the familiar coldness washed over my body once again. I could feel the grip of death slowly entangling its fingers around my body, pulling me away from the grim world which I was trapped.
Standing up shakily, my muscles trembling in retaliation, my veins slowing in rhythm, my vision growing dark. The end was coming, I could feel it, but if I failed now, I would lose everything I had fought for. Bracing my legs under myself and preparing my body to attack with vengeance, I let go of the pain, of the memories, of the love, and of life.
Screeching, I flew towards him, intent on stopping Takakazu before it was too late. My hands stained red as my form flickered from my transformation back into myself once again. The blue locks fell in my eyes as I took form, the claws on my fingers finally growing to full length. Scratches that were deep were embedded in his flesh, a crimson flood flowing down upon the red tinted dirt.
Though he had not transformed, his strokes were blurring just as fast as my own. His eyes were filled with ire, his mouth set grim as we attacked one another relentlessly. Even though power flooded through my veins, I felt my body slowing even though I pushed even harder than before. My skin was slick with sweat, my cheeks wet with tears, and my body sticky with blood, but the most fierce agony that was apparent was the fact that I was not going to win, I would die, and so would Earth.
My fangs pierced my lower lips, the metallic tang entering my mouth and covering my tongue. Pain shot through my head as I fell to the ground, a large pole laying a few yards away, his telekinesis still playing in. Hissing, and gently touching the wound, and then recoiling instantly. Springing forward, kicking his feet out from beneath him, I landed on top of his torso, attacking when my body could not.
I traveled much more efficiently and quicker than I had the last, knowing his dark mind better than my first time. I didn't stop to look at the memories or thoughts he had, knowing that it would only cause a distraction. I felt each rip I made in his mind, each part of his sanity slip further away. Each memory lost was another silent victory, but defenses were building in the male's mind more rapidly than I could take down another.
Biting my tongue, I felt myself cornered in his head, four different barriers erected so I could not penetrate their defenses. Behind those invisible barriers lay things, lay weaknesses, that he, nor his people wanted me to find. Each push I put upon the barricades only caused an electric shock to ripple up my body, draining me of my strength even more so.
Each second remaining left me unguarded, and my resolve of power draining. Each way I turned, another barrier was pressing close, no weakness was in sight, and the forces in his mind were becoming stronger and stronger. Groaning in frustration, I felt myself leave, giving up the route that I thought the best to take.
Flipping off his body, and panting slightly, I felt blood trickle down the side of my head, burning my eyes. Blinking, I gingerly touched my temple, wincing when I came in contact with the fresh wound. Looking up from my kneeling position, I gasped in wonderment as the body of Trunks doubled over in agony.
Not understanding, I stood, watching cautiously for any sign of deceit. None came, but a shot burst out from his palm, narrowly missing my shoulder. Outraged, but still curious, I kicked him in the stomach, his body falling limply to the ground. He clutched his head and his abdomen, deep throated moans of pain falling from his reddened lips.
Whatever was happening was occurring from the inside out, cautiously I slipped my mind back into his. I shrieked in shock as a deep, stabbing force worked its way through my body, the deep hurt bounding through my mind. Letting go immediately and backing away slightly, I looked at my shaky hands, wondering what was happening.
My eyes blurred as the growing headache soon spread through my eyes, reaching from temple to temple, the pain thrumming along with my heart. Blinking, and trying to lessen the devastating feelings, I watched as his body seemed to turn in on itself, clenching and unclenching. His stomach rolled as if something were moving, alive, inside his body.
Blood flowed from his nostrils and mouth, choking him, suffocating his lungs. He coughed and spit up more of the crimson flood, his eyes blurring, and his muscles turning slack as his body trembled. Bruises formed on his muscled arms, scrapes that hadn't previously been there opening his flesh and leaking the life fluid that he was being denied of.
Streams of light flew from every bleeding wound, flying upwards into the dark sky, and disappearing amongst the stars. Each new rocketing glow brought forth a howl of agony from his twisted mouth. Canines were bared as he growled and clawed out at an imaginary foe. Tears flowed down his chiseled features, his body uncomprehending.
The great fiasco soon stopped, and all movement ceased, his muscles went loose, and his eyes drooped in fatigue. I watched in horror as the continuing flood of red still drained from his mouth, but he no longer fought. Crying out, I fell to the ground, my heart shattering as I trembled on the dirt. I felt the warmth of his blood pull about my body, but I did not reject it, my body was numb to all outside forces, solely focusing on the inner torment.
Tears fell like small floods down my face, washing away the caked substances from the battle, the small waterfalls clearing a dirtied path. Blue hair vanished, my raven strands framing my face as I chocked on my tears. My stomach turned in rejection, a burning heat working from my chest as I curled myself even tighter about my body.
Each new second brought forth my misery even more, I wished for one of my family or friends to murder me. My mind burned with the images of his death, of his legacy, of his memories, of his devotion, and of his love. The strength of his touch, and the absence of it upon my body, the warmth of his breath as he whispered our make believe future.
My miniature claws dug deep into my skin as I damaged my own flesh, wishing to hit a vein and let me perish. Long gashes from my wrist to my shoulder formed on each arm, a new tidal of my misery washing out, but not enough. I didn't care, nothing mattered, each wracking sob I issued brought the bile from my stomach closer to the surface.
My hands covered my face, then released it, irritated flesh left in their wake as I let my claws drag down my cheeks. Each time I caused myself bodily harm, I yearned for the feel of physical pain, but was unaware of it, for the emotional agony outweighing the other. My muscles quivered in rejection, my canines biting my lips until they bled red.
"Pan?" his raspy voice brought me out of my misery, my head whipping around to his pained face.
Crawling over to his deadening body, I brought my hand out to cup his cheek, stroking it gently with my thumb. I still hiccupped as tears fell more and more steady, my body failing me as I felt the world grow fuzzy. Blinking back unconsciousness, I let his hand touch mine, and then push back my hair, tucking it securely behind my ear.
"Trunks," I breathed his name, a faint whisper that only he and I could hear, even with the other's superb senses.
"Pan, stop this, you should know better," once again he stroked my locks, moving slowly down to touch my cheek and my sticky lips.
"I can't go on, not without you," my breath was hitching, the hysteria flooding my mind as I tried to grasp him even more.
"You have to, we have no choice," choking and taking in a deep breath, I felt the burning in my chest double.
"Please, don't leave me, not now," I could feel my fingers tremble as I removed my palm, a few stray lavender tendrils tickling the flesh.
"Panny, you knew how it was to end, you knew why this had to be," it didn't matter, nothing mattered, everything I wanted, needed, was dying.
"I don't care anymore Trunks, I'll follow you," I grasped his hand tightly, willing it to stay there for the rest of eternity.
"No! You will not condemn yourself because of me," his voice was harsh, yet weak, but still full of strength, an odd combination, but what I would expect form him.
"I can't go on, I can't lead a life where there is no future," his breathing was shallower than before, he coughed, more blood spilling forth.
"You have a future, even without me in it," shaking my head, I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes as I savored the moment.
Another coughed wracked his body, another shuddering gasp, another intake of breath, another grunt of discomfort, another heartbeat, another silence. Closing my eyes tighter, his hand falling away, I felt a cool breeze ruffle my matted down hair. I didn't check for life any longer, my senses told me before my touch could ever.
Collapsing onto his still chest, I curled about his still body, wanting to die right beside him. I cried harder as my life still clung to me, not releasing my from the heartache that threatened to turn me mad. I curled my hands into fists, tugging his shirt, and wetting the dirty material with my salty floods.
"Trunks you can't leave me, you can't leave us. I can't raise them on my own."
The dawn rose above the land, bringing forth with it a new day of hope and faith as the people of Earth stepped out into the morning glow. The battle for their survival was over, and the lives of the planet's people continued on, each occupant's heart filled with happiness and love.
His evil rivaled my good, my light rivaled his darkness. In strength, we were equal, one in the same, but there was only one thing, their would be only one victor, but at what cost?
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A/N: Drum roll please! :a drum rolls across stage: Not exactly what I had in mind, but oh well. Ok guys, yes, this was a truly sad moment, I miss Trunks! Some questions still need to be answered, like: What does Pan mean by can't leave us? She can't raise who on her own? Will Pan go insane? Will she end up dying? Find all this out on our last episode of...Undercover!
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Epilogue
Dark Huntress