Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Sacred Jewel ❯ The Plan ( Chapter 2 )
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By: FloralBlackMoon 
A Plan for an assination
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.05.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 321 | Status: Work In Progress
A Plan for an assination
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.05.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 321 | Status: Work In Progress
Ages: Pan 17 Trunks 24
Pan Reaferick looked at the paper before her. She sucked her teeth at the immaturity of her father. She lifted her fingers and rubbed her temples. Just how many times did she have to warn her father of his money spending? Sometime she wished she wasn't in charge of the financial status of her family.
"My God, can't this man save a link of money? He spends it without control!" She muttered under breath and turned to her sides, she smiled. Her little brother was playing around with a toy gun.
'One day, he'll be like the bastards that are suppose to be men'
She got up and rubbed her shoulders of the ache, she had spent too much time sitting down worrying over her family. She walked over to her smaller brother and bent down and touched his chubby fingers.
"Do me a favor, Patrick, don't be like our idiotic brothers and father."
"You call us idiotic, sister?"
Pan jerked around to find her brother glaring her. She arched an eyebrow in challenge.
"A matter of fact I do, have you seen how much money you and father have spent? It's unbelievable! " Pan yelled, but what quickly slapped.
"Now, dear sister. Have you learned you lesson, once again?"
Pan shook her head, and started gather salvia, how she wanted to spit at the man who just struck her. She paused, not saying anything. He angrily grabbed the front of her dress.
"Let me go brother, I apologize deeply," Pan spoke softly. He smiled smugly.
"See how easy it is when you just apologize?"
"It's very easy, I must say" Pan smiled. She stared at her brother, looking into his eyes.
He looked away first, "I suggest you stop staring at me that way before you regret it."
"I am deeply sorry, beloved brother. It saddens me already I have angered you," Pan bowed.
Her brother nodded and walked away. Pan rolled her eyes and started heading back to her little brother.
"That is what I do not wish you to be." Pan pointed to the disappearing figure. The boy just smiled and nodded, acting like he knew what Pan was talking about.
She laughed lightly and picked the child up, kissed his cheek and held him to her bosoms.
The boy immediately put his head on her chest and started looking around. She patted his head and started singing a lullaby.
Trunks Kesterin nodded as his Father explained what current status of their estate was. He rolled his eyes over to his brother's mistress, currently in the arms of his brother.
It was all because of his he was in this situation, his father letting out all his frustrations. Why couldn't his father go and lie with his mother?. She would be better company then than him.
"Father." Trunks started, interrupting the older man's mindless chatter. " I have to go tend the horses now."
His father looked at him in surprise, for Trunks had never given a care for the horses. Why did he care now? Simple, his father wouldn't be quiet.
"Son, why is it now you intend to go care for the horses?" His father questioned with a suspicious gaze.
Trunks squirmed under his father's intense gaze investigative stare. What was he to do now? Lie? Well, that wasn't a problem. What to say was the problem.
"I have to know as much as I can, right father? As a man I should gather information. For I should have a retentive, yes?" Trunks lied, hoping this was enough.
His father continued to look at probably pondering whether he should believe him or not. "Aye, you may go my son."
Trunks nodded and quickly got up before his father changed his mind. He walked to where his brother was and passed him, stepping on his foot purposely.
"Excuse, brother. But you just stepped on my foot."
"Yes, and what is your point?"
"Why, you should apologize."
Trunks put his head up and shook his head, "I apologize my dear brother" Trunks sneered, putting on a fake smiled. His brother frowned.
Trunks just stared at his brother and walked to the front door. He took in a deep breath of fresh air and looked around himself. The back of his house almost resembled a utopia.
He walked to where the stables was and stopped at the front. He was rarely here, but he could vaguely remember how someone, a friend perhaps, tell him a stable was one of the best places to think of his problems.
He currently had no problems, so he never took the time to actually come here. The females of Kesteran household took care of the horses. They would breed them, and was also in charge of the stables.
'While the Ladies of the house loved the horses, Trunks saw in them nothing but a mean of transport, a mount to ride on and serve his purposes.. He continued to stare at the stables before turning, heading back to the main house.
'Father should have left the room by now.'
Trunks quickened his pace to his house, only now noticing how hungry he was
'Guess with Father talking I forgot all about eating.'
Finally he reached the house and opened the door slightly and peeked in to see his father and his brother sitting down having a serious conversation. He could tell it was important by the way his father was looking around to see if anyone was listening.
'Their locked gazes and their serious expressions made Trunks suspicious and, pressing his ear to the crack in the door, he strained his hearing to pick up the quiet conversation.'
"So you're saying we take action on them?"
"Yes, we must get rid of them."
"How? We cannot commit murder without any suspecting us. We can't humiliate them it will wash over. How ill we get them, father?"
"We will lure them. Tomorrow I have a meeting with the Queen and others and I will fool the Queen into making him stay there. For we shall damage his house...start a fire maybe?"
"Come again? Then what?"
"Then I shall hire an assassin to work at the palace. One a many nights he will strike the Refearick and thus finishing off that generation."
"So you plan to commit murder? Then how shall we convince the public we are not behind this?"
"As long as we pay the assassin to keep his mouth shut. No one shall have evidence that we were ever part of this scandal."
Trunks pulled his ears away. So now his father was referring to killing to finish off his enemy. Couldn't the man play fair? He smiled to himself, this was a perfect time for a dramatic entry.
He fixed his shirt and put his ears to the crack again, and with that undoing the shirt-fixing.
"Father you are evil. Such a simple plan and yet devious and unthinkable."
"When it comes to murder, my son, you will see this was needed."
"So you plan to commit murder..."
Both Trunk's father and brother head sharply to his direction. At first, their faces flashed murderously in shock but they relaxed as they recognized him.
"Son, I see you overheard what was being said."
"Damn right father. How could you refer to such madness? I realize they are our blood enemy, but why go to such limits?"
His father got up abruptly and strolled to where Trunks was and held his arm firmly.
"And so because they are out blood enemy, we must get rid of them. You my son know what kind of threat they pose."
"Yes, father but why--?"
"Because we must, now no more argument."
Trunks nodded and tried to pull his arm from his father. Trunks looked at his father he had a stern look on his face.
His father leaned forward.
"Trunks, I mean it. Do not tell no one."
"Yes father, I know."
"No I don't think you do. You will tell no one on the sake of your blood. "
Pan Reaferick looked at the paper before her. She sucked her teeth at the immaturity of her father. She lifted her fingers and rubbed her temples. Just how many times did she have to warn her father of his money spending? Sometime she wished she wasn't in charge of the financial status of her family.
"My God, can't this man save a link of money? He spends it without control!" She muttered under breath and turned to her sides, she smiled. Her little brother was playing around with a toy gun.
'One day, he'll be like the bastards that are suppose to be men'
She got up and rubbed her shoulders of the ache, she had spent too much time sitting down worrying over her family. She walked over to her smaller brother and bent down and touched his chubby fingers.
"Do me a favor, Patrick, don't be like our idiotic brothers and father."
"You call us idiotic, sister?"
Pan jerked around to find her brother glaring her. She arched an eyebrow in challenge.
"A matter of fact I do, have you seen how much money you and father have spent? It's unbelievable! " Pan yelled, but what quickly slapped.
"Now, dear sister. Have you learned you lesson, once again?"
Pan shook her head, and started gather salvia, how she wanted to spit at the man who just struck her. She paused, not saying anything. He angrily grabbed the front of her dress.
"Let me go brother, I apologize deeply," Pan spoke softly. He smiled smugly.
"See how easy it is when you just apologize?"
"It's very easy, I must say" Pan smiled. She stared at her brother, looking into his eyes.
He looked away first, "I suggest you stop staring at me that way before you regret it."
"I am deeply sorry, beloved brother. It saddens me already I have angered you," Pan bowed.
Her brother nodded and walked away. Pan rolled her eyes and started heading back to her little brother.
"That is what I do not wish you to be." Pan pointed to the disappearing figure. The boy just smiled and nodded, acting like he knew what Pan was talking about.
She laughed lightly and picked the child up, kissed his cheek and held him to her bosoms.
The boy immediately put his head on her chest and started looking around. She patted his head and started singing a lullaby.
Trunks Kesterin nodded as his Father explained what current status of their estate was. He rolled his eyes over to his brother's mistress, currently in the arms of his brother.
It was all because of his he was in this situation, his father letting out all his frustrations. Why couldn't his father go and lie with his mother?. She would be better company then than him.
"Father." Trunks started, interrupting the older man's mindless chatter. " I have to go tend the horses now."
His father looked at him in surprise, for Trunks had never given a care for the horses. Why did he care now? Simple, his father wouldn't be quiet.
"Son, why is it now you intend to go care for the horses?" His father questioned with a suspicious gaze.
Trunks squirmed under his father's intense gaze investigative stare. What was he to do now? Lie? Well, that wasn't a problem. What to say was the problem.
"I have to know as much as I can, right father? As a man I should gather information. For I should have a retentive, yes?" Trunks lied, hoping this was enough.
His father continued to look at probably pondering whether he should believe him or not. "Aye, you may go my son."
Trunks nodded and quickly got up before his father changed his mind. He walked to where his brother was and passed him, stepping on his foot purposely.
"Excuse, brother. But you just stepped on my foot."
"Yes, and what is your point?"
"Why, you should apologize."
Trunks put his head up and shook his head, "I apologize my dear brother" Trunks sneered, putting on a fake smiled. His brother frowned.
Trunks just stared at his brother and walked to the front door. He took in a deep breath of fresh air and looked around himself. The back of his house almost resembled a utopia.
He walked to where the stables was and stopped at the front. He was rarely here, but he could vaguely remember how someone, a friend perhaps, tell him a stable was one of the best places to think of his problems.
He currently had no problems, so he never took the time to actually come here. The females of Kesteran household took care of the horses. They would breed them, and was also in charge of the stables.
'While the Ladies of the house loved the horses, Trunks saw in them nothing but a mean of transport, a mount to ride on and serve his purposes.. He continued to stare at the stables before turning, heading back to the main house.
'Father should have left the room by now.'
Trunks quickened his pace to his house, only now noticing how hungry he was
'Guess with Father talking I forgot all about eating.'
Finally he reached the house and opened the door slightly and peeked in to see his father and his brother sitting down having a serious conversation. He could tell it was important by the way his father was looking around to see if anyone was listening.
'Their locked gazes and their serious expressions made Trunks suspicious and, pressing his ear to the crack in the door, he strained his hearing to pick up the quiet conversation.'
"So you're saying we take action on them?"
"Yes, we must get rid of them."
"How? We cannot commit murder without any suspecting us. We can't humiliate them it will wash over. How ill we get them, father?"
"We will lure them. Tomorrow I have a meeting with the Queen and others and I will fool the Queen into making him stay there. For we shall damage his house...start a fire maybe?"
"Come again? Then what?"
"Then I shall hire an assassin to work at the palace. One a many nights he will strike the Refearick and thus finishing off that generation."
"So you plan to commit murder? Then how shall we convince the public we are not behind this?"
"As long as we pay the assassin to keep his mouth shut. No one shall have evidence that we were ever part of this scandal."
Trunks pulled his ears away. So now his father was referring to killing to finish off his enemy. Couldn't the man play fair? He smiled to himself, this was a perfect time for a dramatic entry.
He fixed his shirt and put his ears to the crack again, and with that undoing the shirt-fixing.
"Father you are evil. Such a simple plan and yet devious and unthinkable."
"When it comes to murder, my son, you will see this was needed."
"So you plan to commit murder..."
Both Trunk's father and brother head sharply to his direction. At first, their faces flashed murderously in shock but they relaxed as they recognized him.
"Son, I see you overheard what was being said."
"Damn right father. How could you refer to such madness? I realize they are our blood enemy, but why go to such limits?"
His father got up abruptly and strolled to where Trunks was and held his arm firmly.
"And so because they are out blood enemy, we must get rid of them. You my son know what kind of threat they pose."
"Yes, father but why--?"
"Because we must, now no more argument."
Trunks nodded and tried to pull his arm from his father. Trunks looked at his father he had a stern look on his face.
His father leaned forward.
"Trunks, I mean it. Do not tell no one."
"Yes father, I know."
"No I don't think you do. You will tell no one on the sake of your blood. "