Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Sacred Jewel ❯ Revealed Files ( Chapter 10 )

Pan closed the door and put her back to it and slide down. She sighed and put her hand to her chest. She had to muster up everything in her not to make her voice quiver in fear. That kiss really took it out on her, and the servant. What she must have thought!

Pan got up and walked over to her bed and looked at the ceiling. She had to be truthful with herself. She wouldn't have kissed Trunks if she didn't feel anything. Maybe she was caught up all in moment.

"I have emotions..." Pan murmured, what had Trunks meant? Could his family not have any emotions? Or did he mean he had emotions towards her? This was getting all too confusing. She had to keep her emotions at bay; she couldn't fall for temptation, at all.

She sat down on the bed, and fell on it. The bed was so soft, that she just felt like going to sleep right there.

'So very heavenly...'

She got up abruptly; she wouldn't fall asleep right now. She had to take her bath; she hadn't taken a bath in a week. She went to her door, opening it and called out for a servant.

One quickly came to her door, and bowed.

"Yes, mistress?"

"Yes, I would like a bath prepared for me."

"Yes, mistress." The maid bowed and went off to do her duty. Pan closed the door behind her and stared ahead.

'That kiss....'

"Ugh, I must cleanse myself of these rubbish!" Pan told herself, she wouldn't think of that kiss. She would take and bath and finally retire. Tomorrow was a big day, tomorrow she would either help her father; or tonight was a complete waste.

Trunks walked down the hall, looking around to see if anyone had spot him exiting Pan's room. That was the last thing he needed. Once Trunks saw he was far away from Pan's room for anyone to accuse him of going to her room he relax.

Trunks rubbed his hands; it was getting a bit cool here. It was getting dark by now, his father probably done with the council. Tonight he would put the plan to work. First off he would have to persuade his father to tell him of to how he contacts the assassin.

Trunks stared as he past his father's room. He stopped and looked at it, he shook his head. Walking to the door, finally reaching it he knocked.

No reply.

He again knocked and received the same result. He opened the door and stepped it. He walked to where the candles were and little each one.

'Maybe he has something on document.'

Trunks immediately looked for any paper; he first went to his father's draws. Trunks ran his hands under the clothing, to the side. He didn't want his father to see the clothes disrupted.

'Nothing there, Except a key?'

Trunks looked at the golden key and placed it back in the draws.

Trunks turned to where his father desk lay. He quickly hurried to where the desk was; his father could be heading toward his chambers now. He opened one of the draws and started going through them.

Trunks found just bills there. There was some information about the estate. He checked the next draw and still found nothing. He closed the second draw and looked at the last one.

It needed a key.

"Shit!" Trunks moaned in frustration. He got up and started looking in the desk draws before he remembered. The key was in the dresser draws. Trunks got up, quickly heading toward the third draw to get the key.

After getting it, Trunks pushed the draw closed and ran back to the desk.

Quickly inserting the key, Trunks pulled the draw open. He saw several sheets of paper there. He picked them out and glanced at each.

'I have found them.'

Trunks opened the draw above the one that needed a key and took some papers out and placed them in the last one. Locking the draw, he folded the papers; putting them in his pocket.

He took the key and placed it under the bed.

'That will by us sometime if he is to check the papers. Knowing father, he'll probably think he misplaced it.'

He walked to the candles and quickly blew on them. He ran to the door, stepping outside.

Trunks sighed as he realized he was not caught. He then started heading toward his chambers.

'Time to check these.'

Pan ran a comb through her wet hair as she looked in her mirror; dressed in a blue robe. She hummed softly as warm memories were playing in her mind. Pan swung her long hair behind her back and stared at the reflection of herself.

Pan got up, heading toward her drawer to get a nightgown; she was already done with her bath. She got one out, letting the robe fall to the ground. Taking the cloth, and putting it on.

Pulling her hair out, she went bent down and prayed. Once done she started to get her bed ready when a knock was heard, Pan turned around and stared at the door, who would be bothering her this late at night?

When Pan reached the door and opened it, the site of excited Trunks greeted her.

"Trunks...." Pan hissed, "What is thou doing here? Thou do realize we cannot be caught together, especially at night."

"I found something out."

Pan eyes widen and opened the door wider, inviting him in. Trunks walked in and sat on the chair. He took out several papers and threw it at Pan.

Pan caught the papers, walking to the bed right next to Trunks, sat down. Pan scanned through the papers as she realized Trunks found the papers needed. One of the papers had a record of a man, a terrible criminal.

'The Assassin!'

She flipped to another page and saw instructions. It was written with the English slang, it definitely meant that the assassin wrote this.

To summin' me, ya gonna talk to a

perty yung one. Tell 'er dat the time iz'

tickin'. She 'ill go ta me and tell me.

Be also to tell 'er to where I could meet

you, time and day.

Tell a servant to tell a perty girl name "Melanta'.

Pan looked up to where Trunks was smiling, "I think we just have saved my father's life."

Pan turned to the other page where she saw the agreement, signature. It showed just how much money Trunks father paid.

"We have the information needed to give my father a second chance. Also enough to convict your father."

A Pause.

"Forget that I said that, it merely slipped but I ask of you can I have the papers for days?"

Trunks nodded slowly, " Very well, 'Tis done, as you will, Marry shall I. Also, I do not care of my father in convicted. "

"Thank you. Tsk, tsk, Tou should honor thy Father. But that is your business and your business alone."

Pan walked up to Trunks kissing him on the cheek, pulling back blushing slightly.

'That was nothing but of an innocence thank you'

Pan reassured herself, trying to calm once again her beating heart. She turned to her hair to find his fingers running through her tips. She blinked rapidly; turning to face him to find him watching her with an intense gaze.

"Yes, well, again Gramercy, I thank thee, my thanks, God reward thee "

She was curiously as he nodded and pulled his fingers from her hair. Pan smiled lightly, hoping to relieve some of the tension in the room. Licking her lips she turned away from Trunks.

"Shouldn't thou be on his way? Tis getting late..."

She heard Trunks get up from the chair,

"Yes, I shall leave thee now. Now tomorrow, thy shall meet me the main hallway."

Pan turned around to face Trunks, "Why? Why have thou have to discuss?"

"We have to discuss as to what time and day to lure the assassin."

"I see, but in the main hallway? What time, again I must say, Thou and I shall not be seen together."

"How about...five into the day?"

"Tis very late, but I shall manage."

Pan walked to the door and opened it slight, telling Trunks now it was time to leave. She held her breath as he approach the door.. Pan looked down at the floor, as Trunks reached toward the doorknob.

Not hearing the door open, Pan looked at Trunks. She gazed at his piercing blue eyes as his two fingers cupped her chin. His face lowered, pressing his lips to hers. Pan hands reached out toward the doorknob and held it firm.

Once Trunks pulled away, he opened the door and walked out. Pan immediately fell into a heap.

"My God, my gracious God, what is to come of this? What is to come of this?"

Trunks awoke his slumber, his vision a bit foggy. He shook his head, to awaken himself. He got out of the bed, still a bit sleepy. Walking to get his robe, his was door was being knocked on.

Taking his robe and placing it on him he walked to the door; opening it. His father was the one standing there. He smiled, happiness just glowing. His father invited himself inside and immediately started gloating.

"Dear boy, the plan is going accordingly. The Queen has asked that Refearick to stay and the demon agreed. What a lovely day it's turning out to be, lovely indeed."

Trunks smiled slightly, his father was gloating for something that wasn't going to happen.

"I am joyous for you, father."

"That you should be, son everything is all planned." Trunks father clapped his hands and started dancing.

"Father, you seem a bit woozy. Have you drunk more than you could take?"

"Nonsense, I'm merely celebrating my victory. After the death of the Refearick, let us celebrate. Pretty women folk and the finest wine. Yes!"

Trunks smiled broadly, this was a funny site. Of course, his father must have thought he was smiling because the plan was going to be a success.

"Now, I shall leave. I only came to deliver the joyous news."

Trunks nodded slightly. "Well, I shall go and shake. Father, Prithee, If you please, An thou likest, An it please you, By your leave, An thou wilt, call a servant to bring my warm water and razor."

Trunks father nodded, " Forgive me, Pray pardon, I crave your forgiveness, By your leave, and yes I shall call a servant for you since I am glowing with happiness."

Trunks shook his head, it would be very bad once his father realized, his plan was a complete failure.

Pan walked gracefully to the main hallway, looking around to see if anyone was present. Thank the gracious God there was no one. She stopped as she saw the Lavender hair. She walked a bit faster.

"Are you going to call upon him now?"

"Yes, now where shall I call him to?"

Pan paused before reply, "Lake Semi-Utopia, at ten into the night."

"The day?"

"Two days from today."

"And so it's set."

"Yes, now while you are calling upon him. I shall talk to my father; I've heard a gossip that he had accept the Queens offer. I must change his mind, or at least make him on his guard."

"Yes, my father had come to my room earlier and gloated. He seemed very happy."

"The damn bastard..." Pan muttered, "Now, Prithee, If you please, An thou likest, An it please you, By your leave, An thou wilt, An you will; Forgive me, Pray pardon, I crave your forgiveness, By your leave "

Pan turned, walking away. She looked around to see if anyone caught her and Trunks conversation. She walked until she found her father's chambers.

"Father! Father, tis me Pan."

"Enter.." a reply came.

Pan walked into the room and stopped at her father and curtsied. "Father, what pray tell is this gossip I hear we're staying? Have we not a house nearby?"

"Yes, the Queen has offered a stay."

"Father, we mustn't. We have to leave. A Kesterin must have done something. We have to be on alert. We have to leave..."

"Then we will dishonor the Queen. She offered her grace and we reject. How will we look like?"

"Father, do you not believe a Kesterin must have plan something?"

"Aye, I believe."

"Then father, Prithee, If you please, An thou likest, An it please you, By your leave, An thou wilt, An you will, we must leave!"

"No, we shall not."

"Then father, at least be on your guard. Do not portray a fool."

"I shall not."

"Then I take my leave."

Trunks walked hesitantly to the kitchen. Now, now he must test if the papers were false. He prayed to the Lord that it was real. Finally he caught one of the servant girls, who curtsied.

"Is there something, M'lord wants?"

"Yes, take this message to Melante, servant. Tell her that lord Kesterin says that the time is ticking at Lake Semi-Utopia two days from this day ten into the night."