Could This Be True: Chapter 8 - Harmonic Information
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*Goten's POV*
"Trunks?"
"Huh?" he jerked his head around, causing his purple locks to swish about and slap him in the face, and looked at me.
"Why did you wince?" I asked quietly.
His face fell and he looked down at his bare feet.
I repeated the question, a little louder this time, "Why did you wince?"
He looked up at me with pleading eyes, "I-I don't know."
Okay, so maybe Trunks was going crazy. It had only been a day and couple hours that Pan had went missing, I didn't understand why it tormented Trunks so badly. Maybe he had full blown lost his mind. Afterall, he was looking around the room like he had saw a ghost and he was trying to find it.
As I was in mid thought, Vegeta strolled in the kitchen and glared at me. I felt my face turn a shade of white and I winced. I heard his deep chuckle and he turned his glare toward his son who, to my surprise, didn't flinch. He just stared blankly ahead at the kitchen wall. Vegeta stepped forward and slapped Trunks across the left cheek, "Boy! What is your problem?"
Trunks didn't even answer. He didn't move. He didn't even look at his father. It was like he was dead and souless.
*Trunks POV*
I didn't know. I didn't know the reason I winched. I didn't know why I had that pang of hurt in my heart.
'Trunks..'
My eyes widened and I looked around the room wildly. Who said my name? Goten was staring at me, mouth closed. He couldn't have said it, maybe I was imagining things.
'Trunks, why did you do it..' The voice pleaded with me.
I felt a hard hand across my face. I glanced around and noticed my father had entered the room, I didn't budge. What was that voice? Where was it coming from?
I heard my father growl, "Boy! What is your problem?"
I couldn't answer him, I didn't even know. I was hearing voices, something that was definitally not normal. But I wasn't really normal, I was a Sayian. Maybe that was just part of being a descendant of an ailen race. I didn't know.
'Wasn't I good enough?'
"WHAT?" I growled to no one in particular.
My father slammed me against the kitchen wall, "What did you just say to me, boy?" he spoke through clenched teeth.
"Who said that?"
He looked at me, confused no doubt. His grip released and he studied my face.
"Who said, 'Wasn't I good enough?'" I asked quietly and looked around.
"What do you mean, brat? No one said anything. I swear your just like your mother." A swift swipe and my mother had wacked him in the head with a newspaper, obviously she had just walked in and heard the whole conversation.
"Vegeta!" she frowned her eyebrows at him and just stared holes trough him.
*Bulma's POV*
"I swear, I can't leave you alone for ten minutes without you attacking your son!" I shrieked and he covered his ears, as did Trunks and Goten. Sometimes I was glad that they had sensitive hearing, "Trunks, Goten," I pointed to the living room, "Out." The looked at me in question and I frowned, "Now!" I screamed rather loudly.
I watched as my son and Goten stalked out of the kitchen into the living room. I'd have to appologize to them later, I never raised my voice with them. Not even when they were children and they'd destroy my yard with their playful spars.
Vegeta chuckled lightly, "I'm glad to see that I've rubbed off on you." His lips curled into a cocky grin and he crossed his arms over his chest.
"We need to talk." I sighed and rubbed my temples, I had a feeling I was going to have a headache and a half after this lecture.
"About?" his dark eyes studied my blue and I hoped he knew this was a time to be serious.
"I heard what happened in here." I spoke calmly, hoping that he'd think I was upset.
Vegeta grunted, "They're bonded."
Well there goes my hopes about him thinking I was upset... it took a second for what Vegeta had said to sink in. Then when I thought about it, it was terrific! It would bring our families together. They were going to get married and have babies and-
"Woman are you out of it? My brat will not mate with a descendent of Kakarott! Even if they did, which is a snowballs chance in hell, they can't. The brat is gone. If you don't remember." His gruff voice softened when he spoke of Pan. Even Vegeta had a soft side, it was hard to believe it, but he did. He thought Pan was more of a Saiyan than the rest. Sure she had less blood, but that didn't kill her determination. The girl constantly wore herself out trying to ascend to Super on her own. But she was determined.
"Oh Vegeta.." I heaved a dry-sob. I didn't want to break down in front of him, but Pan was.. she was gone. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up. It was Vegeta.
"I don't think she's ran away." He sighed heavily, I knew there was a speach coming. I dreaded it but I knew I had to hear it if I was going to put things together, "Our brat had a dream about her last night-"
"Vegeta!" I slapped his shoulder, "How do you think explaining to me about Trunks' fantasy dreams about her is saying that she didn't run awa-"
"Woman!" He looked around the room, clearly embarassed, "Not that kind of dream! He said that he saw her sitting in a cell. That she asked him why he gave her to them-"
"To who?" I asked softly.
"Well if you'd stop interrupting me!" He glared his dark eyes at me, "As I was saying, she asked the boy why she gave her to them. He asked to who and she replied the Discennians. The only problem is, he doesn't realize that its their bond allowing them to communicate with one another in their dreams. I doubt he even knows about a Saiyan bond and what all happens with one." He glanced me over, to make sure I retained that much information.
"I have a feeling that there is more to this story. More about the.. Discennians?" I questioned the name, almost sure I wasn't saying it right.
He nodded, "The Discennians were once a powerful race. Their Queen wanted to join with the Saiyans, but my father didn't want to. Even though my father was a cruel man, he didn't see it right that the two Planets merge and create a powerful force that he himself could not destroy. The Queen was understanding and seen fit that there weren't any harsh words or thoughts between the two races. She was a peaceful woman. But her husband, the King thought it was ill of her to be so understanding and he felt her a threat because she could do everything that a male could do. So he had her murdered."
"What do you mean she could do everything that a male could do?" I asked softly.
"See, the Discennian males could change a mood with just one touch, or even create a cancer in the victims body that way, and on the rare occasion; some males could even read the future. But the women couldn't do this. They could only use their voices to calm someone or smooth talk her way into a deal. The men found this a threat, but nothing was done about it because when a Queen ruled, not just the murdered one but all Queens, the females were very understanding of their mates. They only used their specialties to please their men or to help them out in a time of need or when they were sent behind enemy lines to sweet talk the planet out of a war. When the murdered Queen was born, they discovered that she also had the ablities of a male which made her very powerful. But before she was killed it is said that she beared a child, but they have not found the child." He studied my face and I just stood there, trying to make sense of it.
I couldn't believe a man would have his wife killed because she was more powerful than him. He loved her, how could he kill someone he loved. I thought to myself, 'I wonder if Vegeta would have me killed if I became a Saiyan female somehow. I wonder if he'd kill me because I was smart and powerful...' I gasped when I felt his warm embrace.
"Shut up, woman. I'd never have you killed." He pulled away and looked down at me.
"I don't understand what they had to do with the Saiyans." I shrugged, "All I'm getting is that they were a powerful race, a jackass husband killed his wife because she refused war on your planet..." I trailed off in mid sentence, "What did he do after she was murdered? I mean, to Planet Vegeta?"
"He tried to rage a war, he succesfully killed many Saiyans. But some of his followers who believed that he shouldn't have had his Queen, their Queen, murdered killed him. Of course those Discennians were sentanced to death and the Queen's nephew was selected to be the King."
"So you think they've returned to avenge their fallen?"
He smirked, "Something like that. Just without the whole prophacy tinge of words."
I smacked his shoulder, "Shut up." I sighed, "So what do you think we should do?"
"I don't know." He frowned, "I wouldn't know where to start looking for them,"
"But Vegeta, how can we be sure that Trunks isn't hallucinating? Don't you think its pretty strange that he is just now figuring out that he can connect with Pan's thoughts?" I pondered. Truthfully, I never really understood the Saiyan bond thing-it seemed so fairy-tale like to me when Vegeta first explained it to me. Then he marked me and suddenly I could speak with him through my thoughts. My eyes widened slightly.
"Well we can't-"
"Vegeta! Has he marked her?" I questioned, not caring that I just interrupted him again.
At first, his response was a low growl. Obviously irritated that I had interrupted him again. He was such a drama queen sometimes. His onyx eyes hardened with seriousness, "We can't be sure that they have a bond. I've not seen the mark," he trailed a long slender finger down my collarbone and across the mark where he bit me, I shuddered involuntairily and he smirked, "and I'm sure we would have sensed our son mating with someone."
I nodded, "I think we need to go visit Gohan and Videl,"
"They're sitting in our living room. Woman are you mad?" He grunted, "The boy does take after you more, with that damned craziness."
I slapped the back of his head, "You baka! If you wouldn't have interrupted, my sentence would have made perfect sense!"
"Well spit it out then! I don't have time to listen to this non-sense!"
I sighed, he really got under my skin sometimes. "No, thats quite all right. If you think its non-sense then you shouldn't know! And while your at it, you can sleep downstairs, on the sofa tonight!" I balled my small hands into fists and stormed off into the living room.
"Your going to go to their house, aren't you?" he asked quietly, not even fighting back.
I didn't turn to face him, I just nodded and walked out into the living room. He has really got to learn how to respect women! Especially me! If he's the "Prince of all Saiyans" that would make me the "Princess." I smiled to myself and looked around for Videl, we had some work to do.