Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Sacred Jewel ❯ Maybe ( Chapter 11 )

Pan waited behind a tree with a heavy, thick wine bottle held firm with both hands. She waited patiently, watching Trunks eyes. Now, everything depended on this moment and time. If she was to mess up in anyway all will be over.

Pan closed her eyes she had heard something. Hearing a horse coming closer, her fingers tighten over the bottle and Pan slid further into the darkness. Trunks was there, wearing a hood. Therefore the Assassin could not identify Trunks too fast and easily and so Pan had a chance to strike. Possibly kill.

Finally the horse came into view. A man was riding on it, surprisingly handsome but yet had a dangerous light to him. He jumped off the horse, now his back o Pan. Pan walked up to him. Shaking, if she messed up...

She almost felt the bottle sliding from her fingers.

"M'Lord, why is do ya call me?"

"I call you..."

"Yeah?"

"For your end."

"What?"

Trunks threw the hood off and now the Assassin had a clear view of his face.

"My God!" The Assassin gasps. Pan quickly ran and held the bottle tight and then slammed into the back of the man's head. The sound of the bottle cracking rung out throughout the night.

Slowly the Assassin fell to the ground. Alive or not, unknown.

"My--my-My God, what have I done? What have I done!" Pan exclaimed, dropping her piece of the bottle, hands going to her mouth.

Trunks looked at her, and took out rope next to him and started tying the man's hand and feet. Taking a gag, he inserted it into the man's mouth. Trunks then took a piece of cloth and tied it around the Assassin's mouth.

Trunks grunted as he picked up the man's heavy body. Walking slowly to the Assassin horse, he through him on the horse. Slowly mounting on the horse.

"I am going to dispose of him. I'll find a peasants wagon and drop him there. Or I shall put in a ship's cargo. Whichever I see fit."

"B-b--but if you put him in the ships cargo he will surely die!"

"Maybe so, but that will be annihilating any chance of us being exposed."

"Then what about that Melanta-wench?"

"I've already disposed of her also."

Pan looked at Trunks, "Already?"

"Yes, now head back to the palace. I shall discuss with you after I dispose of this man."

Pan nodded and did as she was told.

Pan waited in her chambers for Trunks. Walking back and forth. Thinking of the horrendous crime she committed tonight, all in good name...correct?

Finally hearing someone knock on her door, Pan ran to it opening it. Trunks was there, soaking wet.

"Trunks?"

"It started raining."

"Ah."

"May I step inside, M'lady?"

"As you wish"

Pan stepped aside, letting Trunks in.

"Tell me, Trunks. Where did you leave the man?"

"In a departing ships cargo."

Pan looked away, "Did you ensure his death?"

"No. I made sure if he was to awake and get the gag off or whichever possible consequences, men would come from the upper floor and get him. Also to make sure he doesn't awake to soon, I drugged him."

"I see."

"Now all you shall do is to make sure you leave the palace."

"I cannot. My father refuses to."

"I see. Perhaps you should talk to the Queen?"

"Maybe, but then what shall I say?"

"Inform her that you lay awake at night, trembling in fear, that my family strikes yours. "

"I shall, I pardon your leave"

Pan turned away swiftly and walked away to the throne room.

Trunks watch as Pan headed toward the throne room. Maybe the Queen wouldn't take offense if Pan used her skills to persuade. Rubbing his head, Trunks started walking toward his room.

When he had disposed of the body, he had been trembling. He may have just been signing that man's death warrant. Because of his guilt, he had decided to put it near the door.

All in time, will they see and know if that man was alive or not or shall live or not. Hopefully they wouldn't find out in a very long time. Suddenly Trunks heard a cry of frustration.

His father.

He must have found out, but how?

Rushing toward where he heard the cry, he was greeted by his sober father.

"Father? What is this madness?"

His father turned his blood-shot red eyes toward him, revealing a rather large wine bottle.

"The damn bastard won't come!"

Trunks shook his head, what the hell was this man saying? Was he do drunk that he was revealing his whole plan?

"What bastard father?" Trunks asked as he helped his father, and walked him to his bed.

"Every time I call, they say no. Hellish servants!"

Trunks nodded, "Well, how about I propose you slumber and then we can discuss this disaster?"

"I agree. I am most famished."

Trunks nodded as his father body turned limp and he snores echoed through out the room. Putting his father on the bed Trunks shook his head in amusement. Once the man woke up he would have a splitting head pain; probably forget the whole incident. Few days later call for the Assassin and realize he was nowhere. By then Pan and her father should be in the safety of their own home.

Walking out, he bumped into a evoke Pan.

"I see the Queen agreed?" Trunks laughed. Pan nodded, to full of happiness to speak.

"When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow, midday."

Trunks stared at Pan, disbelief. "So soon?"

"We have no time to lose we have to be quick. "

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"I agree, I have just found my father somber, the Assassin wouldn't come forth."

"We have to leave earlier then?"

"I do not know."

"I see. "

Pan turned and started heading toward her father's chambers.

Pan turned back to see Trunks started walking away, somehow she felt hesitant to leave him. Just after a few days of knowing him, she felt that she knew him all her life. She felt that she couldn't leave him.

She felt like she cared for him.

"Nonsense," Pan commented to herself. "There is no possible chance I have fallen for this man; none."

Finally in front of her father's door, she knocked politely, "Father? Are you present?"

"Yes, Pan, you may enter" Pan father sighed.

Pan walked in and bowed, "I have talked with the Queen."

"Yes?"

"She has granted us permission to leave."

"What! Daughter, tell me you did not--"

"Yes father, I informed her that could not sleep when it's dark. I fear for our safety. Because she knew of our situation she had told me we could leave without her taking any offense, whatsoever."

"You played your deck well."

"Perhaps."

"Well since you arranged this, when do we depart?"

"Tomorrow, midday."

"I see, and where do we plan to stay?"

"Why father, have you forgotten? We have another home just outside of London."

"Oh yes, forgive me for my forgetfulness."

Pan nodded, "I shall get started."

"Yes, I will tell a servant to inform your brothers."

Pan curtsied and walked out of the room. She was getting out. Trunks father hopes would be dashed, she and her father would be safe. She also had a good friend on her side.

Trunks.

Yes, Trunks.

She had suddenly felt feelings toward him. He had been understanding and had helped her bring safety. If it wasn't for him, she most definitely knew her father would have died. Sooner or later, then she and Patrick would be in the hands of her cruel brothers.

Finally reaching her chambers, Pan started packing.

She turned as she heard her doorknob twist. Grabbing a candle near by, she walked slowly to the door. Opening the door suddenly, she was faced with Trunks.

"T-Trunks! What-What are you doing here? I mean I have to pack and--"

"Pan..I have to tell you something."

"What?" Pan asked, curious, she dropped her candle and walked closer to Trunks.

"Over the last few days...I've...I have grown to fancy you." Trunks confessed, eyes glancing elsewhere.

"Oh my, Trunks, you do realize we can't possible with our families." Pan said, trying to reason.

"Yes, I know, I just...I just wanted you to know that."

Pan nodded, " I have also grown to fancy you too, but Trunks--" Pan was cut off and Trunks pulled her into a fiery kiss.

Pan froze as Trunks kissed her. Finally she closed her eyes, tilting her head slightly she kissed him back.

Maybe--Maybe, they did have a chance...Maybe. If people could accept it; if enemies would forgive. Would their love blossom? Would it...only fate knows.

Trunks pulled away from Pan, "You accept?"

"I accept." Pan whispered, her eyes still closed.

"Open your eyes, I want to give you something."

Pan opened her eyes slightly and looked at Trunks curiously, "What is it?"

Trunks hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a little box. Opening it, there was a diamond with emeralds decorating it with a golden chain.

"I want this to represent us, in a way."

Pan gasped and took the box and stared at it, "It'll be Our Sacred Jewel."

"A Sacred Jewel, representing what we have. And if this ends up in a happy ending, we'll pass it on to our Children. It'll represent love and innocence."

Pan nodded and held back the tears threatening to come, "It's so beautiful."

"It is. Just like you."

Pan took the jewelry out of the box and put it on and looked down on the cool jewel now hanging against her warm skin, shaking her head, she wrapped her arms around him and held him.

Held Trunks for with all her strength.

This is the Sacred Jewel that will represent us. This is the jewel that represent defiance of out families. What a Jewel it is… What a very sacred jewel.

~fin

The happy or sad ending is left to your imagination…J/K. Expect a sequel.