Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Sacred Jewel ❯ Realization ( Chapter 5 )

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Trunks took his seat next to the black-haired wonder and once again stared at the house.

"Is that your house?" Trunks pointed to the burning building. The woman nodded,
not even glancing at her house. Trunks looked at her, why didn't this woman care
if her home was burning?

"Why aren't you mourning like the others?" Trunks question. The woman turned her
face from her baby to the house and then to Trunks.

"I've lived all my lie in that damned house. Not always good memories there. I'm
happy it's disappearing. Good riddance."

"I've never known a woman to despise her house.." Trunks laughed.

"Well now you do." She pointed out and turned to her brother who was looking at
Trunks.

"Mind telling me your name?" Trunks asked, looking at the woman.

"Not until you tell me yours, gentleman."

"My name is Trunks Kesterin.." Trunks said faintly, he was once again intrigued
with the fire.

"Well then my name is Pan Refearick..."

Pause..

Both of the young teens roughly got up.

"Y-y-y-you're a KERSTERIN!" Pan shrieked backing up from Trunks.

"And you are a vile Refearick!" Trunks spat with venom in his voice, the two
stood thee, glaring at each other when Pan finally spoke up.

"You! You! You and you damn family did this to our home!" Pan accused, she
should have thought a Kesterin was behind this. Her father should have guessed.

"No, fair lady, we did not! I just happen to be on a stroll--"

"Then came upon out burning house when it started burning! You lie through your
teeth Kesterin!"

Trunks threw back laughing with a rich voice. "Now tell me fair bitch of
Refearick, where is the proof? I lie? Ha! I have honor my dear, and honor is not
gained by lying.."

"You say you have honor, but you lie. You cannot look me in the eyes and tell me
this. I have a suggestion, why don't we go before all in front of the Refearick
household and you declare your innocence! Declare it now!"

Trunks stood still, this girl was to wit for his liking. For what he had seen
there was a lot of witnesses is he declared such a false vow? What was he to do
now?

"You say nothing you venom because you know the truth. You and your cursed
family created this chaos! Why you didn't burn the house while everyone was
present; I shall never know. But I know your intentions were not pure."

Trunks once again laughed, "Do you hear yourself well girl? You have just told a
male to do your bidding! Have your father taught you no discipline?"

He watched as she bit her lip.

"Father! Father we have a Kesterin of the estate. A KESTERIN I say!" Pan
hollered through the voices.

Shit, He had to run before anyone got here. He turned around and fled, Pan voice
echoing behind him.

"Honor you say! Stick here like a man and defend your so-called honor! You lie!"

***

Pan watched as the figure disappeared, she sighed as she threw her head back.
Now she knew the Kesterin's were behind this. Not that she was mad at them or
anything. This may have actually help the family.

'At least now father and my brothers won't spend as much money'

She looked at her baby brother; he looked at Trunks in a questioning gaze and
turn to Pan. She smiled,

"It was nothing, baby."

She turned, heading towards the crowd. She saw shadows start to approach her
when the pictures became clearer.

It was her father and her brother.

'Could they have heard my cries?'

Her father finally was in front of her. "Pan, did you just cry out?"

"Yes sister, did you?"

Pan looked to where Trunks fled and then to her father and brother.

"Yes, father there was a Kesterin on the grounds. Looking at the house. We made
small talk---"

"A KESTERIN was on the estates? What in blazes, you made small talk? Girl, what
did he say? I demand to know!"

"W-w-ell, lets see. Um, he sat down with me after asking me permission."

"You gave him permission?!"

"Father! I did not know. Now please tell me continue. Yes, um, then he asked why
I was mourning over the house and I answered and then he asked my name, vise
versa, and we won't both paying attention then realization came about. I
challenged him to go before all and claim his innocence but he said nothing. I
cried out to you and he ran."

"Hmp, it would figure a Kesterin could never face up to lie before all witnesses."

Pan watched as her father walked a few steps away and turned.

"I shall meet with the Queen as planned and confront the snake."

"Father! You cannot! We have to tend to the wounded and---"

"Pan, I will do no such thing. I cannot miss upon a meeting with the Queen just
because a devious Kesterin caught our house on fire. No, I must show I am
strong..."

"But Fath--"

"Pan, be gone. Take care of the wounded and give Patrick to wet nurse."

Pan bowed her head down, "Yes, father..."

Pan walked to where she spotted the nurse and gave Patrick to her. The woman
graciously accepted and walked away. Pan started walking toward where the
wounded was to be.

She went to the first man she saw. He had body burns all over, cuts and bruises.

She went to where the supplies where and took out some herbs, oats and bandages.
Pan walked back to the patient and did her wonders...



Trunks lay in his chambers on his bed. He had run a long way from his enemies
ground and back to the family's estate. His father had been please that things
were going according to plan.

It looks of now that everything would work out. The Refearick would go to
council like he did every month; this time his pride would be the reason. He
would want to show that he isn't scared.

That pride would kill him...

He thoughts wondered to the daughter. Pan Refearick. She was a quick-witted
girl. She wouldn't have hesitated to turn him in if he stayed, he knew. He would
have to warn his father of that girl. Then again he would probably laughed
at his foolishness. Ha! A Kesterin scared of a female.

"He better be scared." Trunks muttered, he somehow knew Pan would disrupt the
plans flow. She was a fighter; he could tell when they were staring down after
they told each other's name.

'She does not hesitate with her mouth."

He could do several things, warn his father and be laughed at. Warn his father
and hopefully his father would take it to consideration or not tell anything and
laugh behind his father back as the plan backfired.

He recalled somewhere saying when you laugh you is making yourself much
healthier.

"But then again, father will see that she's trouble and kill her off." Trunks
murmured to himself.

His father would watch the actions of all and when he saw the black haired
beauty foil his plans he would make sure she didn't.

His father was a ruthless man; he would dispose anyone if it harmed him in
anyway.

"Could I be like that? Could I be just like father?"

"The answer could be yes, considering that you are his son. "