Chapter 17
Haste Makes Waste
Vegeta seemed almost shocked by her answer, but it did not show on his angry face. "You're not going to finish off Trunks."
But Pan did not answer the way he wanted, or the way he would have expected. "Move."
Vegeta laughed aloud, though he wasn't exactly feeling humorous at the moment. This girl thought she could order the king around? Ha! "I don't think so I-"
An immense power slammed into him, knocking him right off his feet into the side of a hospital bed-he prayed fervently that it wasn't Trunks'. He struggled to his feet, still weakened by the attack, and looked to see how his father was.
His father was much older then he was, and had not faired much different. He, instead of slamming into a bed, had been knocked back into the nearest wall. He pushed himself up, angered.
Pan made an impressive ki blast in her hand as she stared at the two saiyans, her eyes lacking any emotion. "You move, or I'll throw this."
Vegeta and his father started at her in shock. They weren't sure what to do-if she threw that, it was sure to injure something in the room, and that was a danger to Trunks. But, if they moved, then the path would be open for Pan to walk up to Trunks and do anything she pleased.
Her voice was harsh and cruel. "Decide now, or I'll choose for you."
Vegeta's mind raced, and was pulled back by his father. "We have no choice, son. We could be out one ruler, or all three." Vegeta knew his father was right, and let himself be pulled back.
Pan watched them as she floated past them, up to Trunks's bed. She knew what she had to do, and was willing to do it. The only thing left now for her to do was, simply, to carry out her mission.
Vegeta watched her, ready to pouch at any moment possible, though he was losing strength and energy rapidly. His father restrained him, though he wanted to do he same thing he was.
Pan glided to the bed, and her eyes took in the sorry state Trunks was in. Her eyes lost most of their anger, only to be replaced with grief. For a brief second the real Pan came back, and she leaned down, her mouth close to Trunks's ear. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.
Immediately she straightened. Not for one moment had she forgotten her objective, nor would she at this point-she had come too far to back down. Without a second thought, her pale but severely wounded hands reached for his chest with a slow but deliberate motion. Vegeta and his father flinched as one, thinking the worst.
Pan's hands settled gently on Prince Trunks's chest, careful not to disturb him. She started to glow, a yellow aura billowing out around her and engulfing Trunks. The power increased, the sheets on the bed threatening to fly up in the air, and Trunk's shoulder-long lavender hair swirled about his face.
Vegeta and his father watched, shocked and horrified. What was she doing to their prince? They could only come to one conclusion-she was doing the same thing she had done to Vegeta to stop his heart from beating. They watched, helpless, and not liking it at all.
Pan squinted her eyes in concentration, her face contorted as she tried to channel and control the power that was coursing though her body to her hands. If she let it run wild, there was no telling what it would do-but she knew for sure it would not help. The golden aura of power radiated around her hands, feeding power into Trunks's battered body. Time seemed to play in slow motion, and even Trunks's flowing hair seemed to slow, though it really was whipping around his face.
She began to tire, and noticed that the room was swirling around her, making her dizzy, which made it harder to concentrate. Without thinking, she closed her eyes-leaving her vulnerable.
Vegeta saw this just as soon as it happened and leaped forward, tackling her off the bed on to the floor. The guards and doctors on the wall fell to the ground, Pan's concentration, which was holding them up, broken.
Vegeta's hand snaked around her throat tightly, and with his other hand he grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her in such a way so she couldn't move them. His eyes burned with anger and hatred, and his tail was lashing behind him like a whirlwind.
Guards rushed around Vegeta and Pan, and the doctors swarmed around their patient. Vegeta stayed put, but realized that Son Pan wasn't putting up much of a fight-she was unconscious. He stood up, watching the guards carry her away. "Wait."
The guards paused to look at him. "Don't kill her-not yet." He glanced at his still-breathing son, then back at the guards and Son Pan. "I want to talk to her when she wakes."
"But son," his father protested. "You have let her live once before, and she attacked you. You let her live a second time, and she attacked your son-again! She should die, and die now!"
Vegeta shot a look at his father. "Father, don't you know what they say?"
His father looked truly puzzled, and said nothing, waiting for his son to explain.
Vegeta smirked and walked past his father to the door with the same, prideful step he strode with before the attack. "Haste makes waste, does it not?"
Author's Note: Yes, I know, it's short, but I didn't have much time today… sorry about that.
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