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Chapter 11

Trunks was now sitting on a dirty park bench, kicking the poor defenseless dirt beneath his feet. The miraculous spark of energy that had let him shoot from the house in such a hurry was now gone and he was practically drained as he humped over and tried to kick the bitsy ants that trailed by his massive shoe.

A slight cloud of dust formulated from his kicking, starting from his ankle and rising up to his bent knee past his slightly heaving chest and up to his nose were it prickled the inside causing a sneeze to ignite through the park and a nervous Goten to stop pacing in front of Trunks and look at him in shock.

Trunks was allergic to dirt so therefore he ignited into a fit of tiny sneezes, sniffing an excuse me as he wiped his nose with the back of his hands and continued his task of mass murder on the ants. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't think of anything.

No leads. No nothing.

Goten started his thoughtful pacing again, shouting out random thoughts of where Pan might be like he was playing a game of charades. He would start every statement with an excited "Um…" and end it with and gruesome heartbreaking, "No." Every failed statement would leave Trunks kicking the dirt harder with his hands in his hair, tugging viciously and groaning.

Trunks had stopped listening to Goten after awhile of hearing some of his ridiculous guesses. The one time he had decided to jump back in was the best he could ever have.

"Um…let's check her apartment…no." Goten was ready to bang his head on the back of the bench. All this thinking couldn't be good for your brain. He was frustrated because he seemed to be putting forth more effort than the violet haired man that he would pass by ever few seconds. His shoes we covered in a light coat of dirt from his pacing as he plopped down beside Trunks. Why should he make his brain explode if Trunks wasn't even putting forth a simple thought?

"What did you say Goten?!" Trunks asked wide eyed, head still down as he raised it slowly with a slight smirk.

"I just said that we should check her apartment. But that's stupid. What kidnapper would be dumb enough to take someone to the place where…everyone…expects…them…to… be." Goten's face soon mirrored Trunks', "Ohhh." He said knowingly.

The plan was so geniusly ingenious.

Her apartment! The one place they hadn't checked, that they hadn't even let cross their minds. Who would put her in such a simple place?

The flight there was rushed as they sped to make it there through recorded time in the air.

Jogging up the stairs they tiptoed through the hallways to the door and placed the ears to the door, listening for any movement with the delicate Saiyan ears. Trunks's head was lied furthest up as Goten bent down under him. Trunks rested his hand annoyingly on top of Goten's head, for better balance.

"I love you too." They heard a male voice say and within seconds there was smoke surrounding them all as Trunks used his shoulder to bust the door off its hinges.

He had a pained hurt look on his face as he stared at Pan, disheveled in a chair, and a man standing over her.

"What the fu-Pan!" Goten screamed as he stepped over the broken door and into the apartment seeing his disabled niece, face pale and body seemingly broken as she heaved heavy breathes through the suffocating chains.

As he took off in a run towards her he was stopped abruptly in his tracks by a fierce burning in his side. An ear shattering scream ignited from the room in the direction of the trapped girl. Goten looked down at the wound that his hands had automatically covered. The crimson shirt was not a pretty sight as nausea swept over him and he fell to his knees, dizziness invasive in his mind. Would he be able to live through this? He tried to take a deep breath but nothing came. He struggled to breathe but it felt as if the wind had passed right through him.

Short breathes were the only thing that kept him from dying of lack of oxygen as he tried not to panic and he took things slow and steady.

"Goten!" Pan and Trunks yelled but it seemed as if everything was going in slow mo. Pan's voice sounding deep and manly and Trunks' sounding deeper and manly-er.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Pan yelled in hysterics as she used her weak strength to try and pull from the chains again, "He's my uncle!" She said through clenched teeth as she pulled her wrist on the chains that were digging in her skin and she felt slight wetness, knowing it was blood from her usless actions.

Trunks ran to Goten's side cautiously, so he was not to be shot as well. He was the only one he felt could help Pan and what good would it do it he were died too?

Goten was panting and his eyelids were drooping. "Goten, come on." He slapped the side of his face gently as if to wake him. His eyes barely opened more than a couple of millimeters but it was improvement to Trunks and a very faint curve of his lips was noticed as he ripped of his shirt, wrapping it around his friends torso, applying pressure to the blast.

"Be strong." he whispered. Goten's pulse was light but there as a small curve of his lips occurred also.

"Oh my Dende, can we please stop playing flaming gay here? There are more important things at hand." Jeremiah spoke up. He didn't feel guilty at the least of the thought of killing Goten. It was apparent on the smirk on his face.

"If he dies I swear by all means of my being that I will rip you apart. Limb from limb." Trunks chest was rising up and down incredibly fast and you could see the veins pulsing through his bare chest. It was a very threatening promise but Jeremiah showed no fear. He would never win Pan that way.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that if you go down as easy as your friend there." Jeremiah said pointing down to the ground with a satisfied smile on his lips.

"You took a cheap shot, his guards were down. I think I'm almost going to feel bad about killing a little punk like you. Almost, but not quite." Trunks hair shot yellow as it looked as if a permanent smirk had graced his lips. He took slow menacing steps towards Jeremiah.

Jeremiah began to panic as Trunks cracked his knuckles, smirk still kissing his upward curved lips. The window behind him looked promising and as Trunks was ready to pounce Jeremiah took his chance and crashed threw the window, sending shards flying everywhere.

A/N: It totally doesn't feel like its been a month…again. I suck at this whole updating thing. Apologies again and again and again. I started reading Panic fanfictions and they are soo good and I kinda forgot about these for a sec. I'm sorry for abandoning my true love and I sound like a sucky writer right now. How can someone lose inspiration so quick? The title is inspired by a Spill Canvas song called Bracelets. I like it. :) I only reread once so sorry for spelling erors, grammical mistakes and what not...

Well I'm dedicating this chapter to liveforDBZ and another author (who writes panic stories on a different site) Ry-SP00N luver.

LiveforDBZ emailed me to get my lazy butt up and update and Ry- SP00N luver is just an amazing writer. She made me cry with one of her stories.

Kay that's all, I promise I won't take another month. (Or at least try).

There should be maybe one more chapter. I don't think I want a sequel for a while, I'm bad at updating and I'm taking a break after finishing the first part of AAISG so I can finish up and start other stories. Writing off the top of my head isn't working, but you guys like it right?

Okay so this is incredibly long and I'm gonna stop like now.

LaterZ,

XShakeItAtTheDiscoX (ahha I love that name, no more jazzyfizzler, sorry.) :(