Author's Note: Before you read, I would just like to say this- This has to be one of my absolute favorite chapters so far. I don't know why, it just is. Ok, I'll shut up now so you can read what you've been wanting for!!!
Chapter 16
Silent Tears
Monitors became a beeping frenzy, alerting the doctors that something was deathly wrong. They rushed to the side of the hospital bed, checking their patient. The prince was breaking out in a sweat, his temperature rising from the normal 107 to the scorching temperature of 116. Any higher, and…
His heart rate was rising, causing panic in the medical wing. They quickly contacted both father and grandfather-this may be the last time their prince was ever with them.
Vegeta slammed open the door, furious. He had no really reason to be mad, and really had no one to blame-except Son Pan. But now wasn't the time to go down and beat her to a bloody pulp-though that's was his heart was telling him to do. His mind was screaming at him to calm down, and his experience as a King told him that sometimes, he had to listen to his head, not his heart.
His father followed in right behind him, having the same, suppressed anger his son had. His eyes had a dangerous set to them, and the doctors scurried out of his way, not wanting to be in the reach of his wrath.
Their prince was dying.
Eyes half-lidded looked about the darkened room, surveying it. Whatever had awoken her, had to be serious. She wasn't sleeping, she had been unconscious. Her eyes opened wider, allowing more light to pass through them. Alarm and panic passed through her eyes-no one was in the room to awaken her. The last time she had woken up on her own had been when both Trunks and Vegeta had been attacked.
She was about to forget about it; what could she do about it if she couldn't even stand? But something that she couldn't label kept her awake. Her foggy mind tried to understand what was going on, but it wasn't quite working out the way she planned.
Suddenly, it hit her.
Trunks was living his last moments.
Something awoke in her that she couldn't name, and that was the last thing she remembered.
The guard yawned, leaning against the wall. He had worked here for years, and not once had he seen anything interesting enough to tell any of his friends. He yawned again. The only thing he could remember about this job was one thing-it was boring. It paid well though.
The only vacation he had had was when the rebel, Son Pan, broken out of the dungeons on the level above this one he was currently on. He had cursed himself for that mistake; the only day he had a vacation was when something actually important had happened. He sighed, think about it. Maybe he was lucky-the soldiers on guard had been severely injured. But at least it was interesting.
Abruptly, something peaked his interest. It seemed that one of the ki's of one of the prisoners was rising. They did that occasionally, trying to break out, but the rooms had protections against that. He realized that it was Son Pan's room, and was surprised that she had that much energy.
A defiant, angst scream rung out in the dungeon, echoing off the room. The guard never had the chance to call for help.
Vegeta's eyes suddenly went up in shock. He had sensed a power that could prove a problem, but the shocking thing was that it seemed familiar to him, though he knew he had never sensed it before and had no clue who it belonged to. He glanced at his father, and in that small gesture his father knew what he was asking.
"I don't know either."
Vegeta nodded once, and kept a mental check on the power level. It was high enough to worry even him.
When the power level took a turn towards the hospital wing, Vegeta was not willing to take chances. "Get guards. Have them surround the room," he barked, and people jumped to do his bidding. His power-level rose unconsciously as he waited for the ki to unmask itself.
Suddenly the doors bust open, and the doctors scurried out of the way. Who Vegeta saw was the last person he would have expected-and the last person he wanted-to see.
Son Pan stood in the doorway, her eyes furious. Her hair was flowing out behind her, her ki radiating off of her with a bluish light. She kept her weight off of her feet as she floated mere inches off the ground, her feet too injured to support the burden.
Her eyes surveyed the room, calculating the danger and competition. Her eyes paused on Vegeta and his father-but only for a brief second. They continued their swept around the room, and at second the room broke into complete chaos.
Pan floated forward, slamming her power out, slamming the doctors and the guards up against the walls, pinning them.
Vegeta and his father's power levels skyrocketed, though Vegeta was in no shape what so ever to be powering up or fighting-but at the moment, his son's life seemed more important to him then his own well-being.
Pan glanced to them. A growl escaped her throat, low, dangerous, and warning, and her tail twitched behind her once.
Vegeta retracted a step, surprised, knowing exactly what she was trying to say through her body language. A growl like that was a true threat of the highest kind, and her tail was a warning. Quickly he regained his posture, and his own tail was lashing behind him angrily. "I don't know what you're trying to accomplish by being here," he snarled, "But it will be your death."
"Are you trying to scare me, Vegeta?" she asked, her voice a cool, eerie calm. "Because I assure you, it's not working."
Fury spread through Vegeta's eyes, and he gritted his teeth. "You'll regret that, woman," he hissed.
"Death does not frighten me any more, my King. What you have done to me if worse by far."
Vegeta smirked. "Good."
King Vegeta glanced at his son, then back at Son Pan. "Be ready to die, woman."
Vegeta looked her over again, and realized that Son Pan wasn't just angry. Silent tears coursed down her cheeks, dripping every so often off her chin.
"I already am."
Author's Note: *large wail* Poor Pan!!! What's going to happen?
Cliffhanger's are great, aren't they? *dodges a chair being thrown at her* Look at the enthusiasm!
Well, anyways, not much to say about this chapter. Later!