Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Sacred Jewel ❯ Betrayal Of Blood 2 ( Chapter 8 )

AN: For the next chapter. I just want to tell you that Pan and Trunks family live near to the Palace.


Pan awoke from her deep slumber as the sun blinded her closed eyes, She put her hand front of her eyes, but because of that movement she was forced to be awake. She slowly opened up her eyes, her vision a bit blurry. She woke up to see people up and about. She got up and sat straight up and looked around herself.

Rubbing her eyes, Pan got up and started looking for her father. She was going to go with her father; she did not care if she was a woman folk. She would go for the sake of protecting her father; she knew the Kesterin's were up to no good. They had now referred to death. Even after years if her family not attacking theirs they still couldn't let it go.

"This hatred has been here for two hundred years. This is getting extremely old."

Pan looked around for her father, she couldn't find him. Just where was he? Damn. Finally she saw a hint of the back of the head of her father. She ran to him calling out.

"Father! Oh Father!"

The man turned around and smiled. "Ah, I see you have awaken"

Pan nodded and bowed down. "Father, I request something."

"Yes, what is it?"

"I wish to journey with you to the Queen."

Her father looked at her surprise, she should have guest. There were one reasons why. One she had never showed interest to come along, why now? Perhaps because of the fire?

"Father, Prithee, If you please, An thou likest, An it please you, By your leave, An thou wilt, An you will."

"You know you can't."

"Then father, where shall I sleep? In the house?" Pan asked sarcastically but quickly regretting, "I am sorry, I have a quick tongue, I need to watch it."

"Yes you should and you're brothers can find a way."

"But I want to go with you."

Her father continues to stare at her confused and nodded. Pan smiled, she was lucky to have such a father. Other fathers would have refused flat out since they believe females should stay out of business affairs.

Pan nodded, and turned to go pack to get ready. She stopped, what was she to pack? All of her gowns were probably burned she turned to her house. The fire had burned out, but left a cripple house. She shook her head, still couldn't believe the Kesterin's would proceed to such levels.

She shook her head and sat down waiting for everyone to be ready. While then she look at how the people interacted. They all worked in unity and knew just how each other would act.

She turned to the right, where her father was to see he was done. She got up and walked to where he was.

"Sir, are you especially sure that you should go?" A woman asked.

'I guess everyone adores father'

"Yes, Jesinak, I will be finding. Now lead me to the carriage."

Jesinak nodded and started leading Pans father to the carriage, Pan not too far behind.
Finally her father reached the carriage. The man opened the carriage door.

"Father, you haven't forgot me, have you?" Pans voice rang out. Her father stood still and turned around.

"Pan, do you have to come?"

Pan nodded, and helped herself into the carriage, her father behind her.

Once seated Pan looked out the carriage window. It was then her stomach was to remind her she hadn't broken her fast.

"How art thee?" Her father started.

"I am fine, father,"

"Wherefore did you wish to travel with me?"'

"I have no intentions behind my request. I merely ask to be with my father."

"Mayhap you fear for me. Mayhap you think I shall fall in a hands of a Kesterin."

Pan bit her lip, her father was finding out exactly what was her intentions.

"That is foolish. I am only a women folk. What shall I do to stop a man breeded man?"

Her father looked at Pan suspiciously before turning away. Pan immediantly let out a sigh. How she hated deceiving her father, he was nothing but kind to her.

"You shall stay for me at my chambers at the palace."

"But father!"

"I believe you have Ta'en me for a fool. You are there for some reason."

"Father, why can't thee trust me? Thy daughter! Please! I shall not interfere with anything!"

"...I grant you permission."

"Gramercy, I thank thee, my thanks, God reward thee, father!"

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As the carriage approach the palace Pan eyes widen. The palace was beautiful! It was like no other.

"Fie me! Marry! 'Zounds I'faith! Hey-ho! God's Death! What ho! What a pleasure to see the home of Her Grace!" Pan exclaimed, remembering every single detail of the grand display.

"Yes, Certes, the building is very beautiful."

The carriage finally stopped at the gate and a Knight approach the carriage.

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Trunks wandered through the hallways of the Palace. Admiring the paintings and jewelry. Artifacts.

He would gasp at every painting of the royal family. Then he saw an unbreech boy walked past him in a dress. He smiled at the boys, he had a faint memory of when he was unbreech.

He walked on admiring the things in display till he saw a flash of black hair entering the room. A familiar shaped head.

"What?"

He quickly followed the where he saw the hair. He walked into it to find Pan Refearick. He clenched his fist; she must have came because she suspected something. He watched her as she approached the window.

'She doesn't know I'm present..'

"Well well, isn't it a Refearick"

He watched her as she sharply turned around, her eyes narrowed.

"A Kesterin..."

He nodded and entered, "Ah, it's unusual to find a female within the walls of the palace with out no apparent reason."

"Oh, I have a reason. But I see it is of none of your business."

"Oh tell me, mistress, are you here because of you father?"

"I repeat, why I am present is none of your concern."

"Why Lady Refearick, I am hurt deeply."

Pan rolled her eyes and started walking out the door when Trunks blocked her way. He smiled.

"What's your hurry, Lady Refearick?"

Pan clenched her fist; she must never hit the child of a noble. Never,


"Nothing, I just intend to go and break my fast."

"May I accompany you?"

I shall act like this is nothing. Pan felt her eyes twitch but she smiled, "I don't see the harm."

Trunks took her arm into his and they walked down the hallway. Many times Pan felt her eyes embarrassed many times when eyes came upon her and Kesterin. The same questions running through their mind was going through hers.

'Why is a Kesterin with a Refearick?'

Many times Pan wanted to push this man off, but manners came first. Never would she show this man just how irritated she was. She would smiled and happily walk off. She was here for one reason and one reason only.

To make sure her father would survive this trip to the Queen.

As Pan and Trunks walked Pan saw the door in which the Queen and her father and many other Lords were discussing whatever manners at hand. How she wanted to sitedown with her father and throw the Senior Kesterin dirty looks.

Finally they reached the dining room. She surprised, hesitated pulling her hand from Trunks. Once she started moving away, she felt the urge to go back to him and once again intertwine arms.

She walked to the Kitchen and froze as she saw all the servants. There had to be triple as much than in her home...when it wasn't burn to crisped.

"Excuse me, I would like to request something of you."

One maidservant came to her service. She bowed down, "Yes Mistress?"

"Yes, I would like food to be brought to my chambers."

"Yes, and what would you like?"

Pan stayed silent for while before answering. " I would like Manchet and for my drink a Perry"

"Yes Mistress, it should be in your chambers soon."

Pan nodded and exited to find Trunks stilled waiting for her; she walked right past him but was pulled back when he grabbed her wrist.

Trunks looked down, he felt The Refearick eyes on him. He couldn't believe he was going to do this. He was about to betray his family even after his father had threatened him with Trunks life. But he had to do what was right; he couldn't let another death happen even after years of so-called peace.

"Something is going to happen to your father." Trunks blurted out.

This caught her attention, she immediantly stood in front of him.

"I knew it. You Kesterin's always have something up your sleeve. I am surprise you even admit you are scheming something."

Trunks smiled. "I'm more of a unique Kesterin."

"Hmmm."

"Now no more fooling around."

His hand still around her wrist he pulled her closer so he was whispering in her ear, "My father is planning to murder your father."

Pan pulled away sharply, "You! You're family is once again referring to death? Even after all these years?"

Trunks looked to the right, he didn't want to look this girl in the eyes.

"My father wants to be rid of your father. Also for me and my siblings to be rid of your siblings."

Pan gasped in shocked, disbelief. Her eyes wide, "Would you? We have done nothi---"

"Yes I know, Lady Refearick. I plan not to plan nor lay a finger on you or your siblings."

Pan nodded and walked closer to him, "How will your father accomplish to annihilate my father?"

Trunks sighed, this time he would complete the task. He would betray his own family, blood.

"My father plans to con the Queen into asking your family to stay at the palace. There is an assassin within the staff, after many of days, the assassin will strike. Killing your father."

Trunks watched Pan's reaction, her daze looked far away. She shook her head, "You must help me stop your father."

Trunks started walking away and stopped. "I've already betrayed my family, I hesitate to do it again."

"Do you want another war to erupt between our two families? Do you want future generations to drink a hate that should have been long forgotten? Do you want another death to be caused because your father can't let go? You told me the night of when my home came to fire that you had honor. Then prove your honor to me now, Sir of the Kesterin Household, prove it to me now."

Trunks closed his eyes and thought about hat Pan had said. Prove it to her now. Honor, prove it to her now.

"Fine, I shall help you stop my father. But remember, we must keep my identity. I do not need my father or my siblings to know I have told you what was to happen."

Pan nodded and walked to him and kissed his cheek.

"Aye, I thank you Kesterin, I thank you."

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Definition: Breed - Back in England in the old days young males would wear dresses until they hit a certain age where they were appointed a 'man' I believe. I will have to look it up.