Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Arranged Love ❯ News in Destruction ( Chapter 17 )
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By: Moon Star 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.04.2003 | Pages: 9 | Words: 9.0K | Visits: 253 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.04.2003 | Pages: 9 | Words: 9.0K | Visits: 253 | Status: Completed
Moon Star
One thing that I am, and I know you've all noticed is that I am lazy. And a perfectionist. Those are the reasons for the lag in updating. I love you all, thanks for sticking around.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Arranged Love
Chapter 17 : News in Destruction
She couldn't believe this. He was out cold. "Oh, that's it," she turned to the girl beside her. "Get me a bucket of cold water."
Many of the warriors beside her snickered. If Trunks didn't open his eyes before the girl returned, he was going to get it. Was it written in the stars or in every man's biological breakthrough that he has to faint when someone tells him they're going to be a father.
And if that wasn't weird enough, many of the men were watching her warily. Well, they already knew that she was expecting as it seemed. It was just a matter of time before the King and his son would find out.
Trunks grunted, he seemed as if he was going to wake up. No, he wasn't. If she shrieked, that might help him wake up.
"Here," the girl trudged up with a midsize bucket.
Pan took a deep breath, but instead of throwing the whole bucket on his head, she took a handful of water and sprayed in on his head. It was plenty cold. It landed at his neck, a feverish groan and he was up. That hadn't been so hard.
She put her head in level with his own. Her eyes were right there when his own opened. The connection wasn't really established yet until he regained knowledge and grasped what she had said.
"You're pregnant?"
"You lost." She said to him.
"You're pregnant?"
"Yes."
"You're pregnant!"
"Yes!"
"You're pregnant." His eyes started to deviate.
"Don't you dare," Pan growled as she took the bucket and threw all of it's contents his way.
Trunks saw her movement and what she was throwing. With a shriek, he moved himself out of the chair and into the table. The people beside them got soaked, he just hid below the table.
"Come out," Pan said.
"I'm coming," he grounded out. He crawled out of the table and stood up beside the chair.
"At least you're conscious." Pan bit out as she stood up from her seat and walked out of the room. "Thanks for the entertainment everyone. It was fun."
Trunks followed her with his eyes, still biding his time to take in the news. He was going to be a father. The woman he cared about most was going to have his children. He wasn't married, and he was in a distant planet that would kill him if they ever found his true identity.
The last one just didn't fit in with the picture. What had Pan been thinking by accepting this mission? If it was ever found that she was having a future heir to the Vegetian throne, she would be killed or be hurt enough to abort.
No, he wasn't stupid. He knew full well of the plans of Cooler and his boys. The looks and planning eyes of his nemesis hadn't gone unnoticed by him.
They had to leave now. Everything had gone according to plan. No knowledge had been leaked. And none too soon. He was sure that the evacuation of the planet was being done at the moment, it was just a matter of time until the spy revealed itself. That was the only reason Pan had been sent to the planet.
"Pan," he called her name, expecting her to stop.
"Shut up," was her response. She knew what he was going to ask. Damn it, she hadn't known. It had been roughly two months since they had first had sexual contact and damn it she was sure that she had taken care of herself.
"Please stop," he trudged behind her and grabbed one of her hands. She forced herself to stop and not hit him.
"I didn't know," she answered before his could ask.
"But are you sure?" Trunks asked.
"I'm not too sure," she debated. "But I've missed my times and I know I feel something inside of me. If it's not a baby then it's an android."
The moment continued on silence as she could see him broad the issues in his mind. Oh, he was getting his not pleased face.
"I can not believe that you fainted on me," Pan growled as the still dazed Trunks and her made it back toward their apartments in the enemy planet.
"I did not faint," he reproached. "Men pass out."
"Is that something Vegeta taught you, or were you born with the thought." He could tell by her tone that she was mocking him.
"Don't get smart with me woman," his eyes glazed. "I can not believe that you actually let yourself be horded into this planet in that condition."
"It wasn't my fault." Pan hissed as she heard the accusation in his tone. "I did not know it."
"That's not what I meant," he pulled her toward him. She pressed her body against his for comfort. "It's just that look at where we are."
"And the people that are with us," she completed his statement. "I know the trouble and I know the risk." She looked up at his eyes. "I wouldn't have accepted if I had known it. I didn't even suspect."
"I'm sorry," Trunks apologized for the tears that started surfacing. "Let's go to the room and rest."
"Okay," she wasn't going to argue. But, what if she was reading this wrong. "What if I'm wrong?"
"Then it'll be alright," he led her down the hallway toward their room. "We have enough time in our lives to try again."
"That's not what I mean," her throat clogged. "I'm just afraid to be wrong. And I'm only 18 years old. Damn it, I'm too young by Earth's standards to have a child."
She looked up, seeing a flash of hurt come through his eyes. Her statement had hurt him. She knew that it could be read as if she didn't want to have a child. Not his, anyway. But, it quickly disappeared.
"I know," he stopped her, facing one another. He placed his finger bellow her jaw and brought her gaze upwards. There was so much care and love in his eyes that she broke down. She threw herself into his arms and buried her head in his neck. His warmth seemed to have a worst effect as her weeping increased.
"You shouldn't be crying Pan," he soothed her. "It's a very happy occasion for you to cry."
"I don't know what's wrong with me," she laughed at her actions. "But I can't stop. I'm still not used to feeling this way."
Smiling at her antics, he kissed her tenderly. Careful of not to give the wrong impression. She calmed at his caress. He always had a great effect in her emotions in that department. That could come in handy later.
They broke in a hurry, sounds of trudging coming to their ears. Someone was coming. They looked around them, a storeroom door right in their faces. Without thinking of it, they entered. The door closed behind them, but with enough silence to not give it away.
The feet pushed out. They were alone again.
"Who was that?" Pan asked as she and Trunks opened the door slowly. The back of the creature was still well in sight to be seen.
"Cooler," the name was said with such vehemence that Pan almost blanched. Why did Trunks say his name so strongly?
"Let's go back to our room," taking her hand, he gently led her to the sanctuary of prying ears and eyes. The pressure of his tug, he was already taking over for her. If she was really pregnant, he was going to be unbearable.
It was too much in his mind. Cooler trudging admitted as he was called to the receiver. The ship that was scheduled from the Vegetian circle was approaching but there seemed to be a blur at their messages playback. Plus, the captain of the ship had strict information that he needed to complete the cycle.
And now this, the buzz of the palace. He had known that the bodyguard and the girl were somewhat connected, but offspring. No, he couldn't allow that. He was blowing up the planet to get rid of the race, not to see their monkey faces again.
Asking for her to have been pure was a mistake. He knew well of the attitude of saiyans. And although she seemed different from them all, she was still from the same filthy planet.
But no matter. All he had to do was to get rid of the bodyguard, and send the pretty female to the labs. What was needed to do to make sure that there would be no outside consequence of conception. Maybe he would even ask the scientists to wipe her memory. He didn't really need her remembering her race or anything.
Right after the confirmation of Vegetasei's explosion, he would set course to Earth and deal with Kakarotte and his own family. Even the pretty female could help him in his intentions. Who better than one of their own race that didn't remember a thing about it?
All was planned and prepared. All he needed now was the secure knowledge that King Vegeta was to meet his doom with his family.
* * *
"Are we going?"
Bra and Goten turned toward the girl. Mairan was looking childishly at Agatha. The old female glanced at her direction.
It had been hours since she had teleported to the ship, and to no avail. Everything was in their control right now, and a lot of effort it had taken to get it all in their power. It had not been fun.
"Yes Mai," she reached for her hand. "Sweet little star," her words dubbed in at her hand. A symbol glowed at her hand. "You'll be able to fulfill your father's promise."
"Thank you," she murmured, her eyes closing. She rested her head at the back of the chair and her breathing evened.
"What was that about?" Bra walked up to her old nanny. Determination clear.
"This is the thirteenth generation of the blue syrlon blood. She's the last princess of the original cold planet."
"What?"
"She's the rightful owner of the Cold Throne." She stressed the last words. "To make a long story short, her ancestors were the line of the King and Queen. The current King Cold comes from a line of a son who willingly killed all of his family to gain the power."
"I get that," Bra brushed some of the swapped hair from the girl's forehead. "But what's with the glowing hand."
"It's the pure syrlon blood." Agatha explained. "The bastard at that time had made an alliance with a high priest to marry into the family for the offspring to contain strong power levels. Things like that happened all the time."
"How could you know this? I'm sure no one knows of it or I would have been told."
"I was there," she cleared. "All we have to do is to take care of Cold and Cooler. After that, Mairan will be able to extinguish the planet."
"But she's only a kid," Goten pointed out.
"She's over 20 years of age."
"What? No way." Bra looked closely at the girl and shook her head. There was no way for that. She looked like a child.
"It's an effect of the syrlon part of her blood." Agatha tried to explain. "It's not 100% pure. It takes some time to actually act upon it's genetic material. It'll only take some days to actually change in perspective."
"Right," she could see that Bra didn't understand it all, but it would have to do. "So we need to clear up the path. But why now?"
"Opportunity girl. And the fact that it'll be now or we'll have to wait for the next generation. That planet has to be blown up and she's the only one that can do it cleanly."
* * *
"I told you to do it," the threat had enough effect on the troubled eyes.
Vegeta couldn't believe that such a low level saiyan had conspired to bring about the end of his own planet. There was much to say for greed and revenge.
"You've played with us far enough Gralle," Vegeta pushed him forward with his foot. The saiyan staggered upward. "You will meet your deadline as if nothing is amiss."
"I won't," he refused rudely. No matter what was happening, he would not give into it.
"Very well," Vegeta struck his fingers. One of the side doors opened and two guards came forward with a young saiyan in between. The boy was terrified. Theo looked in fear at the row of the royal family that was before him. Ban was right beside the queen, her hands in her mouth. And sprawled on the floor was a saiyan he did not recognize.
"The stakes have changed," Vegeta informed him. "The call or the life of your offspring." Theo's eyes widened at his king's outcry.
"Vegeta!" The alarming cry came from Bulma who stifled a gasp. He turned toward her. Devoid of emotion or color. He was back to his early youth of control. She felt the determination and the stance that he portrayed in the room.
"Shut!" The reprimand made her drown in tears. He had never spoken to her this way. Not even in the months that they had spat in their youth.
"Do it," Vegeta turned his chilling gaze on the saiyan at his feet. His hand turned to Theo and started collecting energy at his palm. A ball of powerful energy started to form. It was made with such control that it grew in size, as it advanced slowly toward the target.
Both guards moved away from the boy. Terrified, he moved to the far end. Ending his slow steps at the wall. The sinister smile that displayed at Vegeta's face only adding to his terror. He could not believe that his peaceful king was endangering his life in purpose.
"What will it be Gralle," he questioned, his voice touched with a menacing tone. "His life, or your loyalty to my enemy?"
* * *
"I know it's pretty startling," the doctor tried to explain. "But I needed to make sure of the results."
"But what is it?" Hours had passed since the arrival of the carrier. And even though she had regained consciousness, she didn't communicate herself with anyone before her. She seemed studying, trying to see the people around them.
Her eyes was the only thing that moved.
"I've reached a conclusion." The doctor looked at the muted saiyan. "She is Gohan's daughter."
A silence indulged the room.
"What?" Gohan sharply glanced at the bed and back to the doctor.
"There's no other answer. The computer analyzed her DNA pattern. It searched within it's compiled data. It made a relative match toward Pan's and your DNA Gohan." The doctor's head hung. "I'll leave this to you." He glanced toward Videl's way and shook his head.
Videl stood from her place and walked toward the bed. She looked at the girl, seeing her complexion and her structure.
"How?" Gohan still seemed to be in shock.
"My mother used you," Schial's voice moved through the room. The hoarseness setting an eerie tone in the room.
"How do you feel?" Videl slowly asked. Her eyes were misted, and her smile wavered at the last part. And even though it should all point otherwise, she encouraged a soft tenderness for a daughter that was not hers.
"Beat," Schial searched her face for the underlined touch of resentment. She knew that it was there. It would be there. "You were barely 14 at the time."
"That would make you..."
"I'm 21 years old in the Earth cycle." She finished for him. "She knew what she was doing, but mother died after the birth. Turtles took me into his wing."
"Why was I never told?"
"Bardock said it would be best. You were barely a child yourself when I was born."
"Still," he looked at her in wonder. The paternal light shimmered hopeless at his soul. "There's so much lost."
* * *
"I told you it would be fine," Agatha smiled triumphal to everyone else in the room. "Having complete control of him really came in handy." The yuranian snapped out of his stance as she finished those words.
"The ship is in time, but we have to see in buying some time to contact Trunks and Pan." Bra tried to strategize.
"Well, all we need is to get Mairan inside the compound. I'll make sure she gets outside safely."
"Alright." Goten wrote it off. "Now, about the others in the ship."
* * *
The alarms broke in through the entire compound. Trunks and Pan pulled away from each other as they heard the blasting sound. Patter of feet resounded through the halls. Everything was getting into action. Just what could be happening.
Precious minutes were lost to both of them as they ran out of their rooms toward the quick shouts of orders and the small explosions that could be heard. They ran through the hallways, making sure to not collide with anything that was running through them.
Something terribly wrong was happening.
The link opened up again, a shrill rose through as the microphone adjusted.
"You know, I don't know what it is. But everything about you, is so irresistible... This goes to the assholes in this planet."
Bra's crackling laugh left the com-system.
You Know I Don't know what it is
but something about you is so irresistible
"Bra?" Pan asked in surprise to Trunks as they stopped dead in the hallway. "What did she just do? What is she doing here?" She was alarmed.
"The plan must have started." Trunks said more to himself than to Pan, but she still heard him. "That means that Vegeta is no more."
"What are you talking about?" Pan really was now out of the loop.
Don’t you try and tell me that he's not my type
To Hide what I feel inside
When he makes me weak with desire
"Don't ask now." He prompted. "We must hurry." Taking her hand, Trunks started a run, Pan shuffled behind muttering curses. Why was she in this problematic planet? She so had to get her priorities straight.
I Know that I’m supposed to make him wait
Let him think I like the chase but I can't
stop fanning the fire
"I can't believe that you put that horrendous sound." Goten winced once again as the high blasted wave entered his sensitive hearing. This was going to be hell. He summoned a power to his palm and blasted the incoming wave of soldiers."
"What's the plan?" Bra asked Agatha as Mairan opened and closed her eyes in too slow a time in Bra's book. What could be wrong with her? Or, was this normal?
"I'm going to get Mairan out to the place she needs to be. Goten and you have to make your way toward Trunks and Pan. I'd like to not let one of those bastards kill one of our own because of stupidity."
I Know I meant
to say No
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bra asked alarmed. Neither of them could die. They all had to get out of this planet together.
"Don't ask questions that I can not answer for you." Agatha replied. She took Mairan's hand on one of her own and muttered the spell travel. They were there one moment, and then they were gone.
But he's irresistible
up close and personal
now inescapable
I can hardly breathe
"Alright," Bra turned her gaze on Goten and the guards that stood far away evading his attacks but still fired back. "We have to get this over with. I have to go back to the control room to alert the damn soldiers of the impending doom on this planet to see who can escape. You'll need to be on alert with me. We need to find Trunks and Pan to keep this all as planned."
More than just
physical deeper than spiritual
his ways are powerful
and irresistible to me
"Okay," Goten formed a high powered blast. He released it, it spreading fire throughout the whole hallway, not missing a damned space. "Take care of yourself."
(yeah yeah, I can hardly breathe)
"No need to say." She brought his face down to her and kissed him thoroughly. She loved him so much. "Take care as well." Not waiting for anything else, she powered up to Super Saiyan and flew toward her destination.
Don’t you think I'm trying to tell my heart what’s right
That I should really say goodnight
But I just can't stop myself from falling (falling)
He waited in his place, his ears tuned to hear any trouble that might be in her way. After moments of uncertainty, he powered up as well. Calming himself, he set to find Pan and Trunks' energy signals. As he felt the tug, he turned to his own hallway.
They were now alone... and this was something that could not be done wrong. A mistake would cost many lives they could not afford to loose.
Maybe I'll tell him that I feel the same
that I don’t want to play no game (No)
Cause when I Feel his arms wrapped around me
I know meant to say No (I Meant To Say No...)
"I would shout if I wasn't in control of this." Cold grimaced as he watched from his own control center. The cameras caught many of the images of the whole compound. Too bad for the parts that were inaccessible because of the smoke.
But He's Irresistible (Irresistible)
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe ( I can hardly breathe)
That damn music was one of the problems. What the hell was that? It was much that it was in an unrecorded language, but it was a beat that made him want to blow up the whole place just to shut it up.
More than just physical
deeper than spiritual (oh oh yeah)
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me
My God! Where the hell had that woman come from? Bra flew through the hallways, her palms outright to throw the energy toward her enemies.
Cold had never seen her before. Her hair was a deep gold with a greenish background. He set the scanner and held his breath as the numbers danced across his eyes. It could not be. So much power, and she seemed so fragile.
Cant You see whenever he's close to me
I really find it hard to breathe
He's so irresistible
Bra felt a prickle in her senses. She felt haunted, hunted, watched... Her eyes connected with one of the hovered cameras and smirked. There must be someone watching her as she traveled through the fortress. She didn't mind. No one would know her, and her coloring would not give her away.
Cold saw her determination at that cross second he saw her clear face. He knew where she was going, he knew he shouldn't even step close to it. But he couldn't help himself. He was compelled to follow and see what she had planned.
Baby you know its more than just spiritual
His kisses are powerful
"I'm going after Cooler," Trunks announced as the hallway they were running in parted into two different ways. "I need you to go to the control room and open the com-system. When you do that, just call me and I'll tell you what I need for you to do."
He's So Irresistible (yeah yeah)
Up close and personal (oh yeah)
Now inescapable I can hardly breathe (I can hardly breath)
"What are you going to do?" Pan couldn't keep the desperation from her tone.
"I have to finish Cooler before he can do some actual damage."
"But you don't know where he is?" Pan didn't know why she felt so lightheaded.
"I'll find him." Trunks placed his hand at her stomach for a fleeing second. "You take care."
More than just physical (oh yeah)
Deeper than Spiritual
She sobbed as he disappeared from her sight. She could not believe that he had left her standing. She had heard words that were of good bye. But she couldn't say good bye. Nothing could happen to him. She couldn't permit it. For now this was all she could do.
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me
Still, deep inside she felt a pull. Her hand went to her stomach, trying to make sure that it was still inside her. A thud moved through her body, shaking her insides.
Something was going to happen. She knew it, she felt it.
Something just felt wrong.
He's Irresistible (yeah yeah)
up close and personal (irresistible to me)
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe
Feelings of terror went through her. Not wanting to be without a placard to rest upon, she took off with a run. She couldn't just stand and wait. Running was all she could manage at the moment. What she didn't know was if she was running because she was told to, or because she needed to escape.
More than just physical
deeper than spiritual
She stepped inside, her mind already concentrating on what was needed to do. She stepped toward the computer and started to throw in the code that she had put on. The song still remained as she entered the com-link.
A blow from behind her staggered her. She fell toward the keys, her hand trailing over the buttons. Regaining her stance momentarily, she placed her hand right before the blow could connect with the back for her neck once again.
Bra knew the strategy well. And she knew how to avoid it. Her eyes connected with her foe’s and she snarled at his image.
"Who the hell are you?" Bra asked raspy. She couldn't get her voice to function properly. Her throat hurt.
"I'm King Cold little one," he flashed her a smile that she could interpret in many different ways. She just didn't want to think about them.
"Step away from me, bastard." Bra's eyes danced with melted fury. "You don't want to mess with me." With that said, she turned away from him as if he did not matter and continued to type in the needed connections.
His ways are powerful
Irresistible To Me....
Seconds passed and the song started from beginning to end again. Pan could hear a growl emerging from the chamber. She knew who it was. And she had to go in.
She didn't know why but she felt that something was going wrong inside. Without thinking of the consequences, Pan threw the door open.
Bra and her guest turned to her, their hands extended.
"Bra?" Pan smiled spite of their guest.
Cold took the chance and threw his arm around her and placed one of her hands behind her back. Pan could only gasp as it all happened too fast for her.
"Pan!" Bra gasped as she tried to intervene.
"Move one more space little one," Cold warned, his voice slipping into a slimy tone that made her skin crawl. "We wouldn't want you to be the cause of this female's demise and her offspring."
"What?" Bra could not help but gape at the words. What in the world? It had escaped her mouth before she could actually stop it. But then, what would be wrong?
"You're pregnant." Bra controlled her voice, but she was sure that her face still showed in the wonder.
"I'm not really sure."
"It's true." Cold intercepted. "And there's more than one way to loose a monkey child." Both heard the threat that rolled through the room.
The fear rolled through Pan's body. She could not suppress her shiver. She couldn't let anything happen to the baby inside her. She wouldn't be able to live with herself. She wouldn't bear it if something happened to Trunks and she lost this child. Something was going to happen, she knew it. She just didn't know what.
"It's Trunks isn't it?" Bra couldn't help ascertain it.
Pan nodded numbly, Cold's grip got stronger. "Isn't Trunks the prince?" The question was rhetorical and all in the room knew it. "You're carrying the second heir." Pan whimpered as she felt his slimy hands slide toward her stomach. She was so afraid.
"That must mean that the soldier is..."
"None other than Prince Trunks himself," Bra finished for him. "Touch her and I will kill you slowly. I will slice piece by piece of your body."
Cold laughed at her threat. Feeling that it was a true threat but he knew that she would attempt anything as long as he had the saiyan in hand.
"Let's go for a little walk." Cold said as he moved Pan and himself away from the door.
"Bra," Pan managed to find her voice again. She felt the edge of her tone, but couldn’t control anything that was coming out. "You have to get out of here. Trunks is going to be in trouble, I can feel it. He's going to need.."
"Goten's already gone to find him." Bra cut her blabbering. "Plus, I'm not going to let this bastard harm that small life that's growing inside of you."
* * *
There are many things in life that truly deserved a kick in the ass, and this one could be one of them. Goten found himself in the middle of a fighting ring. Having absolutely no idea as to how he had gotten there in the first place.
Warriors pranced about him. None daring to move forward, but he could hear most of their comments. He had no time for this. Wasn't it about time that Bra made the announcement that the planet was going to blow up in less than 2 hours? Where the hell was that girl?
Something was wrong. And he had no time to waste either.
He had to rush. He had to find Trunks. There had to be enough time for most of the people to leave the decaying planet. He couldn't guess how it was that no one else sensed it but this planet was going to blow. He felt the energy building, and time was of the essence.
Where the hell was Bra? Was Pan okay? What was Trunks doing?
Finally, they attacked together. At least now he could move on. He had no time for this.
* * *
"I truly will enjoy killing you," Cooler proclaimed as both he and Trunks stood staring one another face to face. Good things always came to those who waited. "And than I'm going to take that female of yours and kill the little offspring she has inside her body."
Trunks froze momentarily at that comment. How was he supposed to react to this? He knew how strong Cooler was. He knew how vile he was. And now he saw the flickered interest that he had reserved for Pan. How had he been so blind as to not notice that Cooler had sized her up?
"You will never touch her."
"Tough words for a monkey." He taunted.
Trunks laughed at the tone of Cooler's accents. "I don't take offence. Plus, I don't have a tail."
"Why did you remove it? Was it too vile to let yourself be reminded of your becoming?"
"No," Trunks started to power up. "Because it makes me stronger."
An energy blast tore through the walls of the room. The pieces scattered, the smoke clearly scented of burns.
"Trunks!" Goten yelled as he ran toward his friend. Unlike Trunks, Goten was in his first Super Saiyan. Seeing the narrow-eyed creature, he upped to the second level.
Cooler sneered at the energy that flowed through Goten's body and surroundings.
"Where is Pan?" Ignoring the creature for a moment, Goten asked his friend. "I feel agitated."
"I don't know." Trunks answered. "I told her to go to the control room to send a message, but she hasn't contacted me yet."
"Bra was supposed to warn everyone of the blow of the planet. She's had plenty of time."
"Bra is here?" Trunks was surprised. "I thought that she would be in the ship with mom and dad."
"She stowed away with me and it's a very long story." Goten's attention sprang back to the cool creature that simply stood there.
"A super saiyan I take it?" His words were brewing with interest.
"Yes," Goten curtly answered.
"What an honor." His ice blue eyes shimmering as if possessed.
"Goten!" All three figures turned their heads toward the voice.
From the darkened hallway appeared Bra. She wasn't smiling or anything. She was just there. Before either Trunks or Goten could ask, Pan emerged from the shadows. Cold's hands were at her waist. One of his fingernails was extended. They could see what had happened.
"Welcome father," Cooler greeted him with his same cold voice. "Meet a super saiyan."
"Alright son." Both could see that he was sending them a mocking shake of his head. "I brought you these two little things. What do you wish to do?"
"Gut the female."
"But you don't know the good part." His father's tone changed to a more cheery level. "We seem to hold the next prince or princess after this line is succeeded."
Slowly, Cooler's eyes followed from Pan toward Trunks. He could have swore if he could. He could touch another man's woman, but not the one of the creature he despised the most.
"Well, well. I didn't know we had a prince among us."
"Screw introductions Cooler." Trunks was fed up with most of the talk. They were in deep trouble. Not waiting for a challenge, he powered up to super saiyan and then to the second level.
"Trunks!" Pan's shrill tore through the room. "He's going to kill us all. I'm sorry for him." Tears welled in her eyes. "I feel so helpless, and I know I could change it."
"Then simply do," Bra muttered before she disappeared from the room. Milliseconds later she appeared behind Cold.
Seeing as it was her cue, Pan took her free arm and broke the one that had held the threatening weapon. "Hope hell agrees with you Cold." Bra whispered before she shot an energy shot through his head and Pan with an energy saw, sew it off to make sure. With these creatures, you could never be too careful.
Not wasting any time, Bra took Pan by the shoulder and transported them to another section of the fortress. "We have to hurry."
Both girls took in a run. There was less than an hour left by what Bra's watch told her. Everything was in place for the inevitable to take place. All she had to do was to try and save as many non-warriors as possible. Those had their own transportation toward safety.
"It was quite a feat to seem so powerless toward that head bozo." Pan said to Bra as they blasted through some guards that were hanging around to catch any of the intruders.
"We did need to know where the guys were Pan." Bra rationalized. "What better way than to let the king lead us to his son?"
"True." They entered the room once again. Everything was ready. "Let's start evacuating this planet."
* * *
"They will be here in a matter of hours." Schial said to the man and woman who were listening to her. "They are using the latest technology developed by Queen Bulma, so it won't take that long to make the trip."
Her head buzzed. She had no idea of anything. Here she was, on Earth. With a father that she never knew. A woman that should be killing her father. And a grandmother and grandfather that looked at her with wonder in their eyes.
She had never been much for family.
"You should have everyone ready. I don't know how many ships will be arriving or the specifics. Just be ready for when the first batch arrives."
The man and woman nodded and took themselves out of the room. It felt better to her now. Still, what could have gotten wrong with her pod. She felt like hell.
"Rest now Schial," Chichi placed the sheet below Schial's cheek smiling. "You'll have enough time to worry about things later."
"Thank you," she muttered in response. Her eyes were closing. The image of her father Turtles shifted in her mind. He had been a good man. Right about now justice was being served.
'Rest in peace father.' With that thought, she slipped into the world of dreamless sleep. The one she craved the most.
Life in Earth as the inhabitants knew of was about to change. Drastically. For better, or for worst.
* * *
Everything was silent as the Vegetian ships cruised through space toward their new home. The main ship was right in front, it's atmosphere quite frightening to most of the people inside.
Theo continued shaking at his corner, his father taken away from the room. Ban had moved cautiously toward him during the whole hour of the ordeal. At least now it was over. Just minutes before, Planet Vegeta had blown, taking everything that had been connected to the planet's birth.
All except his people. The saiyans were still alive.
Theo didn't know what was to happen to him, but he would know that he would be hated because he was the son of the creature that had betrayed them all. Life was not worth living to him anymore. He wished his king would have killed him when he had revealed the identity of the saiyan he had seen when he had entered the chamber.
Death was preferable.
A hand slipped to his own. Theo looked up to Ban's eyes. She was trying to smile at him. He could see the way she was forcing her face to smile at him. She tried too hard.
He wanted to thrust her hand away and curse the day he had been borne of the scheming saiyan that had now marked him for life. But he couldn't. He needed her strength and her hand to still feel part of this world.
Ban looked cautiously to where the king and queen were. Bulma returned her gaze with a true smile. This one wasn't forced. Her hands were on Vegeta's. Their early spat clearly forgotten or engineered. Theo didn't know. He half didn't care.
"Don't worry boy," Vegeta's voice boomed through the entire room. Everyone's attention turned to him. Ban turned beet red as she felt many eyes on her because of her actions. She felt Theo's hand slipping, she gripped with all of her might. She was not going to let him sink.
"We will take care of you." Bulma approved of Ban's actions.
"Prepare the com-link." Vegeta barked his orders to his people around him. "I have to settle down the rules of our new home."
A new home.
Everyone's thoughts turned to it. Saiyans were mourning the loss of their planet. They were gaining another. Life still continued, either with them, or without them.
A new home for a new future.
And new hope.
* * *
Agatha sighed. She was getting too old for these kind of things. She knew far too well the extend of the energy she had spent. Her old bones aren’t going to hold out much longer.
“It is done.” Mairan’s drowning voice took her thoughts.
“Good child,” Agatha took the girl by her arms and instead of transporting them, she walked them. It would be a last time to glance at the world that had been her first home. How much it had changed. How little different it really was from all those years before.
She was to end it today.
No wonder greed had so much power in the universe. There was so much power that was desired and all that power was in every corner of the universe.
She wondered who it would be in the future that would require another knowledgeable creature of advanced years. Mairan would have to be part of the future then. Letting her charge take a wistful look about, she teleported them toward their ship.
“Mairan, my child.” Agatha placed her hands in the child’s and let the pure energy flow through them both. “Stay safe with them. You will be needed to interfere at the hands of fate when you least expect it. Be happy.”
Lifting her hand, Agatha teleported to the scene of the battle. The air was morbid with blood. In the ground lay the corpse of the dead king Cold. She couldn’t say she pitied him. He had what was coming for him for way too many years.
Out of nowhere, just like her, appeared Bra and Pan. It seemed that they had finished their orders.
“Girls,” she called to them. She couldn’t let them be a distraction. “How was everything?”
“Everyone’s out.” They replied simply. They didn’t seem too keen for small chat.
“Good.” Agatha smiled at them both. She would miss them.
“I think Trunks’ winning.” She commented as Cooler was driven back from his place.
“Let’s just hope they don’t blow up the planet beforehand.” Pan muttered as she kept a keen eye on Trunks movements.
“That would be a sight.” Agatha looked around the ruined room. The roof had completely caved in. She guessed it had been from one of the energy attacks. Why couldn’t they just stick to martial arts.
“This fight is going to drag some time isn’t it?” Bra asked as she focused on the fight.
“They always do.” Agatha answered. “But this one is about to end.”
“How do you know?” Bra asked her nanny surprised. Also a little curious.
“Cooler thought he could keep it in control, but he couldn’t. Goten hasn’t intervened really.” Agatha shrugged. “I think Trunks wanted to handle this on his own. Just look at how Trunks still hasn’t used the Big Bang Attack and Cooler has already lost his footing.”
At that moment Cooler turned and released a nasty slash that would have cut Trunks in two if he hadn’t moved in time. Then, it went toward Goten. He easily avoided it. It crashed to the wall. The disk remaining, but it’s will rebutted by the strength of it’s holder.
Pan and Bra continued absolutely absorbed in the fight. Goten continued to avoid any contact with the fight, and Agatha moved to the disk. It would be the final force to propel the planet’s destruction. She looked back toward her children and smiled.
Maybe she had been too hasty to think this would be her last day. If she ever survived the blast, she would try to reach them before her term in the universe came to an end. Smiling at their faces she disappeared to another space. She would have to bid her time carefully. Keeping a planet from destroying other’s was no easy task, but one she knew too well.
“’Till I meet you again.” She whispered to the decaying planet before her. She was going to enjoy the firework. It would be truly magnificent.”
* * *
“It is done.” Trunks let his body catch up with his breath. Such a deserving end for cruelty they had deserved and they had gotten.
Wincing a bit of pain, he let his tongue brush through his cut lip. The metallic taste leaving him sour. He was going to need some bandages.
“Trunks.” He turned toward the woman that had waited patiently. She was so beautiful in his eyes. She would always be beautiful. “Let’s go home.”
“Yes, let’s go.” Pan placed one of his hands on her shoulder and supported part of his weight. He hated broken ribs but that was a warrior‘s life.
“Tell me this is the last creature we have to face.” Bra placed her hands around Goten’s neck and leaned against him. He was as solid as a pillar. The pillar she was going to need to adjust to his new life.
“It is that I know of.” Goten breathed in his beloved’s sweet scented hair. No matter what the foul stench of blood surrounded him, he would only be able to concentrate on her own. She was so much to him. And still so much more.
“Let’s go home and start a family.” He whispered to her ear, his lips already probing her ear. Caressing kisses stretched around her jaw and to her other ear. “How I long to touch you and feel you.”
“I thought he was going to kill you,” Trunks embraced Pan’s frame. His powerful arms strong enough to support and still soft to protect her body.
“I thought he was going to kill you Trunks,” she choked on the words. She didn’t like this state of mind. “I would never bear it if I had lost you now.”
“I wouldn’t bear it either.”
“I love you Goten Son,” Bra said to her lover.
“I love you too Bra,” he sighed her name. His shallow grumble made her shiver. “Don’t scare me like that again.”
“Don’t worry,” she placed her hand in his chest and got her watch caught with his shirt. Without warning, she pulled him down toward her.
He landed on top, and she on bottom.
“This reminds you of something?” She asked shyly.
“Our first kiss.” He answered without hesitation and without more invitation, he took advantage of her parted mouth to kiss her breathless as they had done before. She got her prince charming in the package of a hunk. What more could she want? Maybe a little privacy.
Pan cleared her throat as she noticed them both at the floor. They looked ready to devour one another. “I think we should leave the planet.” She pointed to the red-scarred sky.
“Good idea,” Bra said as she was the one who could see it.
“Let’s continue this later.” Goten brushed his nose with her ear and pulled her up.
“Later, with forever.”
* * *
Ships landed in one part of the galaxy, while in the other ships left. All five people in the ship looked as the enormous blob of fire erupted. It spit all the firing rage from within. A flash passed, the combustion came and then, it was gone.
Life ended and life began.
Agatha looked from her caged ball. She had been right.
It had been a beautiful sight.
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Um, not much to say. I finished this chapter and all I need is the Epilogue. I didn’t get into the fight description because I’m a lost case with those. Sorry it took so much time to actually write this, but I took an extended vacation from the one I had planned. Thanks to those that are still there, reading.
I don’t know if any of you noticed, but on the 6th of October, it’s going to be the year anniversary of this fic. I think I’ll have the last chapter up, once and for all.
Moon Star
One thing that I am, and I know you've all noticed is that I am lazy. And a perfectionist. Those are the reasons for the lag in updating. I love you all, thanks for sticking around.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Arranged Love
Chapter 17 : News in Destruction
She couldn't believe this. He was out cold. "Oh, that's it," she turned to the girl beside her. "Get me a bucket of cold water."
Many of the warriors beside her snickered. If Trunks didn't open his eyes before the girl returned, he was going to get it. Was it written in the stars or in every man's biological breakthrough that he has to faint when someone tells him they're going to be a father.
And if that wasn't weird enough, many of the men were watching her warily. Well, they already knew that she was expecting as it seemed. It was just a matter of time before the King and his son would find out.
Trunks grunted, he seemed as if he was going to wake up. No, he wasn't. If she shrieked, that might help him wake up.
"Here," the girl trudged up with a midsize bucket.
Pan took a deep breath, but instead of throwing the whole bucket on his head, she took a handful of water and sprayed in on his head. It was plenty cold. It landed at his neck, a feverish groan and he was up. That hadn't been so hard.
She put her head in level with his own. Her eyes were right there when his own opened. The connection wasn't really established yet until he regained knowledge and grasped what she had said.
"You're pregnant?"
"You lost." She said to him.
"You're pregnant?"
"Yes."
"You're pregnant!"
"Yes!"
"You're pregnant." His eyes started to deviate.
"Don't you dare," Pan growled as she took the bucket and threw all of it's contents his way.
Trunks saw her movement and what she was throwing. With a shriek, he moved himself out of the chair and into the table. The people beside them got soaked, he just hid below the table.
"Come out," Pan said.
"I'm coming," he grounded out. He crawled out of the table and stood up beside the chair.
"At least you're conscious." Pan bit out as she stood up from her seat and walked out of the room. "Thanks for the entertainment everyone. It was fun."
Trunks followed her with his eyes, still biding his time to take in the news. He was going to be a father. The woman he cared about most was going to have his children. He wasn't married, and he was in a distant planet that would kill him if they ever found his true identity.
The last one just didn't fit in with the picture. What had Pan been thinking by accepting this mission? If it was ever found that she was having a future heir to the Vegetian throne, she would be killed or be hurt enough to abort.
No, he wasn't stupid. He knew full well of the plans of Cooler and his boys. The looks and planning eyes of his nemesis hadn't gone unnoticed by him.
They had to leave now. Everything had gone according to plan. No knowledge had been leaked. And none too soon. He was sure that the evacuation of the planet was being done at the moment, it was just a matter of time until the spy revealed itself. That was the only reason Pan had been sent to the planet.
"Pan," he called her name, expecting her to stop.
"Shut up," was her response. She knew what he was going to ask. Damn it, she hadn't known. It had been roughly two months since they had first had sexual contact and damn it she was sure that she had taken care of herself.
"Please stop," he trudged behind her and grabbed one of her hands. She forced herself to stop and not hit him.
"I didn't know," she answered before his could ask.
"But are you sure?" Trunks asked.
"I'm not too sure," she debated. "But I've missed my times and I know I feel something inside of me. If it's not a baby then it's an android."
The moment continued on silence as she could see him broad the issues in his mind. Oh, he was getting his not pleased face.
"I can not believe that you fainted on me," Pan growled as the still dazed Trunks and her made it back toward their apartments in the enemy planet.
"I did not faint," he reproached. "Men pass out."
"Is that something Vegeta taught you, or were you born with the thought." He could tell by her tone that she was mocking him.
"Don't get smart with me woman," his eyes glazed. "I can not believe that you actually let yourself be horded into this planet in that condition."
"It wasn't my fault." Pan hissed as she heard the accusation in his tone. "I did not know it."
"That's not what I meant," he pulled her toward him. She pressed her body against his for comfort. "It's just that look at where we are."
"And the people that are with us," she completed his statement. "I know the trouble and I know the risk." She looked up at his eyes. "I wouldn't have accepted if I had known it. I didn't even suspect."
"I'm sorry," Trunks apologized for the tears that started surfacing. "Let's go to the room and rest."
"Okay," she wasn't going to argue. But, what if she was reading this wrong. "What if I'm wrong?"
"Then it'll be alright," he led her down the hallway toward their room. "We have enough time in our lives to try again."
"That's not what I mean," her throat clogged. "I'm just afraid to be wrong. And I'm only 18 years old. Damn it, I'm too young by Earth's standards to have a child."
She looked up, seeing a flash of hurt come through his eyes. Her statement had hurt him. She knew that it could be read as if she didn't want to have a child. Not his, anyway. But, it quickly disappeared.
"I know," he stopped her, facing one another. He placed his finger bellow her jaw and brought her gaze upwards. There was so much care and love in his eyes that she broke down. She threw herself into his arms and buried her head in his neck. His warmth seemed to have a worst effect as her weeping increased.
"You shouldn't be crying Pan," he soothed her. "It's a very happy occasion for you to cry."
"I don't know what's wrong with me," she laughed at her actions. "But I can't stop. I'm still not used to feeling this way."
Smiling at her antics, he kissed her tenderly. Careful of not to give the wrong impression. She calmed at his caress. He always had a great effect in her emotions in that department. That could come in handy later.
They broke in a hurry, sounds of trudging coming to their ears. Someone was coming. They looked around them, a storeroom door right in their faces. Without thinking of it, they entered. The door closed behind them, but with enough silence to not give it away.
The feet pushed out. They were alone again.
"Who was that?" Pan asked as she and Trunks opened the door slowly. The back of the creature was still well in sight to be seen.
"Cooler," the name was said with such vehemence that Pan almost blanched. Why did Trunks say his name so strongly?
"Let's go back to our room," taking her hand, he gently led her to the sanctuary of prying ears and eyes. The pressure of his tug, he was already taking over for her. If she was really pregnant, he was going to be unbearable.
It was too much in his mind. Cooler trudging admitted as he was called to the receiver. The ship that was scheduled from the Vegetian circle was approaching but there seemed to be a blur at their messages playback. Plus, the captain of the ship had strict information that he needed to complete the cycle.
And now this, the buzz of the palace. He had known that the bodyguard and the girl were somewhat connected, but offspring. No, he couldn't allow that. He was blowing up the planet to get rid of the race, not to see their monkey faces again.
Asking for her to have been pure was a mistake. He knew well of the attitude of saiyans. And although she seemed different from them all, she was still from the same filthy planet.
But no matter. All he had to do was to get rid of the bodyguard, and send the pretty female to the labs. What was needed to do to make sure that there would be no outside consequence of conception. Maybe he would even ask the scientists to wipe her memory. He didn't really need her remembering her race or anything.
Right after the confirmation of Vegetasei's explosion, he would set course to Earth and deal with Kakarotte and his own family. Even the pretty female could help him in his intentions. Who better than one of their own race that didn't remember a thing about it?
All was planned and prepared. All he needed now was the secure knowledge that King Vegeta was to meet his doom with his family.
* * *
"Are we going?"
Bra and Goten turned toward the girl. Mairan was looking childishly at Agatha. The old female glanced at her direction.
It had been hours since she had teleported to the ship, and to no avail. Everything was in their control right now, and a lot of effort it had taken to get it all in their power. It had not been fun.
"Yes Mai," she reached for her hand. "Sweet little star," her words dubbed in at her hand. A symbol glowed at her hand. "You'll be able to fulfill your father's promise."
"Thank you," she murmured, her eyes closing. She rested her head at the back of the chair and her breathing evened.
"What was that about?" Bra walked up to her old nanny. Determination clear.
"This is the thirteenth generation of the blue syrlon blood. She's the last princess of the original cold planet."
"What?"
"She's the rightful owner of the Cold Throne." She stressed the last words. "To make a long story short, her ancestors were the line of the King and Queen. The current King Cold comes from a line of a son who willingly killed all of his family to gain the power."
"I get that," Bra brushed some of the swapped hair from the girl's forehead. "But what's with the glowing hand."
"It's the pure syrlon blood." Agatha explained. "The bastard at that time had made an alliance with a high priest to marry into the family for the offspring to contain strong power levels. Things like that happened all the time."
"How could you know this? I'm sure no one knows of it or I would have been told."
"I was there," she cleared. "All we have to do is to take care of Cold and Cooler. After that, Mairan will be able to extinguish the planet."
"But she's only a kid," Goten pointed out.
"She's over 20 years of age."
"What? No way." Bra looked closely at the girl and shook her head. There was no way for that. She looked like a child.
"It's an effect of the syrlon part of her blood." Agatha tried to explain. "It's not 100% pure. It takes some time to actually act upon it's genetic material. It'll only take some days to actually change in perspective."
"Right," she could see that Bra didn't understand it all, but it would have to do. "So we need to clear up the path. But why now?"
"Opportunity girl. And the fact that it'll be now or we'll have to wait for the next generation. That planet has to be blown up and she's the only one that can do it cleanly."
* * *
"I told you to do it," the threat had enough effect on the troubled eyes.
Vegeta couldn't believe that such a low level saiyan had conspired to bring about the end of his own planet. There was much to say for greed and revenge.
"You've played with us far enough Gralle," Vegeta pushed him forward with his foot. The saiyan staggered upward. "You will meet your deadline as if nothing is amiss."
"I won't," he refused rudely. No matter what was happening, he would not give into it.
"Very well," Vegeta struck his fingers. One of the side doors opened and two guards came forward with a young saiyan in between. The boy was terrified. Theo looked in fear at the row of the royal family that was before him. Ban was right beside the queen, her hands in her mouth. And sprawled on the floor was a saiyan he did not recognize.
"The stakes have changed," Vegeta informed him. "The call or the life of your offspring." Theo's eyes widened at his king's outcry.
"Vegeta!" The alarming cry came from Bulma who stifled a gasp. He turned toward her. Devoid of emotion or color. He was back to his early youth of control. She felt the determination and the stance that he portrayed in the room.
"Shut!" The reprimand made her drown in tears. He had never spoken to her this way. Not even in the months that they had spat in their youth.
"Do it," Vegeta turned his chilling gaze on the saiyan at his feet. His hand turned to Theo and started collecting energy at his palm. A ball of powerful energy started to form. It was made with such control that it grew in size, as it advanced slowly toward the target.
Both guards moved away from the boy. Terrified, he moved to the far end. Ending his slow steps at the wall. The sinister smile that displayed at Vegeta's face only adding to his terror. He could not believe that his peaceful king was endangering his life in purpose.
"What will it be Gralle," he questioned, his voice touched with a menacing tone. "His life, or your loyalty to my enemy?"
* * *
"I know it's pretty startling," the doctor tried to explain. "But I needed to make sure of the results."
"But what is it?" Hours had passed since the arrival of the carrier. And even though she had regained consciousness, she didn't communicate herself with anyone before her. She seemed studying, trying to see the people around them.
Her eyes was the only thing that moved.
"I've reached a conclusion." The doctor looked at the muted saiyan. "She is Gohan's daughter."
A silence indulged the room.
"What?" Gohan sharply glanced at the bed and back to the doctor.
"There's no other answer. The computer analyzed her DNA pattern. It searched within it's compiled data. It made a relative match toward Pan's and your DNA Gohan." The doctor's head hung. "I'll leave this to you." He glanced toward Videl's way and shook his head.
Videl stood from her place and walked toward the bed. She looked at the girl, seeing her complexion and her structure.
"How?" Gohan still seemed to be in shock.
"My mother used you," Schial's voice moved through the room. The hoarseness setting an eerie tone in the room.
"How do you feel?" Videl slowly asked. Her eyes were misted, and her smile wavered at the last part. And even though it should all point otherwise, she encouraged a soft tenderness for a daughter that was not hers.
"Beat," Schial searched her face for the underlined touch of resentment. She knew that it was there. It would be there. "You were barely 14 at the time."
"That would make you..."
"I'm 21 years old in the Earth cycle." She finished for him. "She knew what she was doing, but mother died after the birth. Turtles took me into his wing."
"Why was I never told?"
"Bardock said it would be best. You were barely a child yourself when I was born."
"Still," he looked at her in wonder. The paternal light shimmered hopeless at his soul. "There's so much lost."
* * *
"I told you it would be fine," Agatha smiled triumphal to everyone else in the room. "Having complete control of him really came in handy." The yuranian snapped out of his stance as she finished those words.
"The ship is in time, but we have to see in buying some time to contact Trunks and Pan." Bra tried to strategize.
"Well, all we need is to get Mairan inside the compound. I'll make sure she gets outside safely."
"Alright." Goten wrote it off. "Now, about the others in the ship."
* * *
The alarms broke in through the entire compound. Trunks and Pan pulled away from each other as they heard the blasting sound. Patter of feet resounded through the halls. Everything was getting into action. Just what could be happening.
Precious minutes were lost to both of them as they ran out of their rooms toward the quick shouts of orders and the small explosions that could be heard. They ran through the hallways, making sure to not collide with anything that was running through them.
Something terribly wrong was happening.
The link opened up again, a shrill rose through as the microphone adjusted.
"You know, I don't know what it is. But everything about you, is so irresistible... This goes to the assholes in this planet."
Bra's crackling laugh left the com-system.
You Know I Don't know what it is
but something about you is so irresistible
"Bra?" Pan asked in surprise to Trunks as they stopped dead in the hallway. "What did she just do? What is she doing here?" She was alarmed.
"The plan must have started." Trunks said more to himself than to Pan, but she still heard him. "That means that Vegeta is no more."
"What are you talking about?" Pan really was now out of the loop.
Don’t you try and tell me that he's not my type
To Hide what I feel inside
When he makes me weak with desire
"Don't ask now." He prompted. "We must hurry." Taking her hand, Trunks started a run, Pan shuffled behind muttering curses. Why was she in this problematic planet? She so had to get her priorities straight.
I Know that I’m supposed to make him wait
Let him think I like the chase but I can't
stop fanning the fire
"I can't believe that you put that horrendous sound." Goten winced once again as the high blasted wave entered his sensitive hearing. This was going to be hell. He summoned a power to his palm and blasted the incoming wave of soldiers."
"What's the plan?" Bra asked Agatha as Mairan opened and closed her eyes in too slow a time in Bra's book. What could be wrong with her? Or, was this normal?
"I'm going to get Mairan out to the place she needs to be. Goten and you have to make your way toward Trunks and Pan. I'd like to not let one of those bastards kill one of our own because of stupidity."
I Know I meant
to say No
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bra asked alarmed. Neither of them could die. They all had to get out of this planet together.
"Don't ask questions that I can not answer for you." Agatha replied. She took Mairan's hand on one of her own and muttered the spell travel. They were there one moment, and then they were gone.
But he's irresistible
up close and personal
now inescapable
I can hardly breathe
"Alright," Bra turned her gaze on Goten and the guards that stood far away evading his attacks but still fired back. "We have to get this over with. I have to go back to the control room to alert the damn soldiers of the impending doom on this planet to see who can escape. You'll need to be on alert with me. We need to find Trunks and Pan to keep this all as planned."
More than just
physical deeper than spiritual
his ways are powerful
and irresistible to me
"Okay," Goten formed a high powered blast. He released it, it spreading fire throughout the whole hallway, not missing a damned space. "Take care of yourself."
(yeah yeah, I can hardly breathe)
"No need to say." She brought his face down to her and kissed him thoroughly. She loved him so much. "Take care as well." Not waiting for anything else, she powered up to Super Saiyan and flew toward her destination.
Don’t you think I'm trying to tell my heart what’s right
That I should really say goodnight
But I just can't stop myself from falling (falling)
He waited in his place, his ears tuned to hear any trouble that might be in her way. After moments of uncertainty, he powered up as well. Calming himself, he set to find Pan and Trunks' energy signals. As he felt the tug, he turned to his own hallway.
They were now alone... and this was something that could not be done wrong. A mistake would cost many lives they could not afford to loose.
Maybe I'll tell him that I feel the same
that I don’t want to play no game (No)
Cause when I Feel his arms wrapped around me
I know meant to say No (I Meant To Say No...)
"I would shout if I wasn't in control of this." Cold grimaced as he watched from his own control center. The cameras caught many of the images of the whole compound. Too bad for the parts that were inaccessible because of the smoke.
But He's Irresistible (Irresistible)
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe ( I can hardly breathe)
That damn music was one of the problems. What the hell was that? It was much that it was in an unrecorded language, but it was a beat that made him want to blow up the whole place just to shut it up.
More than just physical
deeper than spiritual (oh oh yeah)
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me
My God! Where the hell had that woman come from? Bra flew through the hallways, her palms outright to throw the energy toward her enemies.
Cold had never seen her before. Her hair was a deep gold with a greenish background. He set the scanner and held his breath as the numbers danced across his eyes. It could not be. So much power, and she seemed so fragile.
Cant You see whenever he's close to me
I really find it hard to breathe
He's so irresistible
Bra felt a prickle in her senses. She felt haunted, hunted, watched... Her eyes connected with one of the hovered cameras and smirked. There must be someone watching her as she traveled through the fortress. She didn't mind. No one would know her, and her coloring would not give her away.
Cold saw her determination at that cross second he saw her clear face. He knew where she was going, he knew he shouldn't even step close to it. But he couldn't help himself. He was compelled to follow and see what she had planned.
Baby you know its more than just spiritual
His kisses are powerful
"I'm going after Cooler," Trunks announced as the hallway they were running in parted into two different ways. "I need you to go to the control room and open the com-system. When you do that, just call me and I'll tell you what I need for you to do."
He's So Irresistible (yeah yeah)
Up close and personal (oh yeah)
Now inescapable I can hardly breathe (I can hardly breath)
"What are you going to do?" Pan couldn't keep the desperation from her tone.
"I have to finish Cooler before he can do some actual damage."
"But you don't know where he is?" Pan didn't know why she felt so lightheaded.
"I'll find him." Trunks placed his hand at her stomach for a fleeing second. "You take care."
More than just physical (oh yeah)
Deeper than Spiritual
She sobbed as he disappeared from her sight. She could not believe that he had left her standing. She had heard words that were of good bye. But she couldn't say good bye. Nothing could happen to him. She couldn't permit it. For now this was all she could do.
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me
Still, deep inside she felt a pull. Her hand went to her stomach, trying to make sure that it was still inside her. A thud moved through her body, shaking her insides.
Something was going to happen. She knew it, she felt it.
Something just felt wrong.
He's Irresistible (yeah yeah)
up close and personal (irresistible to me)
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe
Feelings of terror went through her. Not wanting to be without a placard to rest upon, she took off with a run. She couldn't just stand and wait. Running was all she could manage at the moment. What she didn't know was if she was running because she was told to, or because she needed to escape.
More than just physical
deeper than spiritual
She stepped inside, her mind already concentrating on what was needed to do. She stepped toward the computer and started to throw in the code that she had put on. The song still remained as she entered the com-link.
A blow from behind her staggered her. She fell toward the keys, her hand trailing over the buttons. Regaining her stance momentarily, she placed her hand right before the blow could connect with the back for her neck once again.
Bra knew the strategy well. And she knew how to avoid it. Her eyes connected with her foe’s and she snarled at his image.
"Who the hell are you?" Bra asked raspy. She couldn't get her voice to function properly. Her throat hurt.
"I'm King Cold little one," he flashed her a smile that she could interpret in many different ways. She just didn't want to think about them.
"Step away from me, bastard." Bra's eyes danced with melted fury. "You don't want to mess with me." With that said, she turned away from him as if he did not matter and continued to type in the needed connections.
His ways are powerful
Irresistible To Me....
Seconds passed and the song started from beginning to end again. Pan could hear a growl emerging from the chamber. She knew who it was. And she had to go in.
She didn't know why but she felt that something was going wrong inside. Without thinking of the consequences, Pan threw the door open.
Bra and her guest turned to her, their hands extended.
"Bra?" Pan smiled spite of their guest.
Cold took the chance and threw his arm around her and placed one of her hands behind her back. Pan could only gasp as it all happened too fast for her.
"Pan!" Bra gasped as she tried to intervene.
"Move one more space little one," Cold warned, his voice slipping into a slimy tone that made her skin crawl. "We wouldn't want you to be the cause of this female's demise and her offspring."
"What?" Bra could not help but gape at the words. What in the world? It had escaped her mouth before she could actually stop it. But then, what would be wrong?
"You're pregnant." Bra controlled her voice, but she was sure that her face still showed in the wonder.
"I'm not really sure."
"It's true." Cold intercepted. "And there's more than one way to loose a monkey child." Both heard the threat that rolled through the room.
The fear rolled through Pan's body. She could not suppress her shiver. She couldn't let anything happen to the baby inside her. She wouldn't be able to live with herself. She wouldn't bear it if something happened to Trunks and she lost this child. Something was going to happen, she knew it. She just didn't know what.
"It's Trunks isn't it?" Bra couldn't help ascertain it.
Pan nodded numbly, Cold's grip got stronger. "Isn't Trunks the prince?" The question was rhetorical and all in the room knew it. "You're carrying the second heir." Pan whimpered as she felt his slimy hands slide toward her stomach. She was so afraid.
"That must mean that the soldier is..."
"None other than Prince Trunks himself," Bra finished for him. "Touch her and I will kill you slowly. I will slice piece by piece of your body."
Cold laughed at her threat. Feeling that it was a true threat but he knew that she would attempt anything as long as he had the saiyan in hand.
"Let's go for a little walk." Cold said as he moved Pan and himself away from the door.
"Bra," Pan managed to find her voice again. She felt the edge of her tone, but couldn’t control anything that was coming out. "You have to get out of here. Trunks is going to be in trouble, I can feel it. He's going to need.."
"Goten's already gone to find him." Bra cut her blabbering. "Plus, I'm not going to let this bastard harm that small life that's growing inside of you."
* * *
There are many things in life that truly deserved a kick in the ass, and this one could be one of them. Goten found himself in the middle of a fighting ring. Having absolutely no idea as to how he had gotten there in the first place.
Warriors pranced about him. None daring to move forward, but he could hear most of their comments. He had no time for this. Wasn't it about time that Bra made the announcement that the planet was going to blow up in less than 2 hours? Where the hell was that girl?
Something was wrong. And he had no time to waste either.
He had to rush. He had to find Trunks. There had to be enough time for most of the people to leave the decaying planet. He couldn't guess how it was that no one else sensed it but this planet was going to blow. He felt the energy building, and time was of the essence.
Where the hell was Bra? Was Pan okay? What was Trunks doing?
Finally, they attacked together. At least now he could move on. He had no time for this.
* * *
"I truly will enjoy killing you," Cooler proclaimed as both he and Trunks stood staring one another face to face. Good things always came to those who waited. "And than I'm going to take that female of yours and kill the little offspring she has inside her body."
Trunks froze momentarily at that comment. How was he supposed to react to this? He knew how strong Cooler was. He knew how vile he was. And now he saw the flickered interest that he had reserved for Pan. How had he been so blind as to not notice that Cooler had sized her up?
"You will never touch her."
"Tough words for a monkey." He taunted.
Trunks laughed at the tone of Cooler's accents. "I don't take offence. Plus, I don't have a tail."
"Why did you remove it? Was it too vile to let yourself be reminded of your becoming?"
"No," Trunks started to power up. "Because it makes me stronger."
An energy blast tore through the walls of the room. The pieces scattered, the smoke clearly scented of burns.
"Trunks!" Goten yelled as he ran toward his friend. Unlike Trunks, Goten was in his first Super Saiyan. Seeing the narrow-eyed creature, he upped to the second level.
Cooler sneered at the energy that flowed through Goten's body and surroundings.
"Where is Pan?" Ignoring the creature for a moment, Goten asked his friend. "I feel agitated."
"I don't know." Trunks answered. "I told her to go to the control room to send a message, but she hasn't contacted me yet."
"Bra was supposed to warn everyone of the blow of the planet. She's had plenty of time."
"Bra is here?" Trunks was surprised. "I thought that she would be in the ship with mom and dad."
"She stowed away with me and it's a very long story." Goten's attention sprang back to the cool creature that simply stood there.
"A super saiyan I take it?" His words were brewing with interest.
"Yes," Goten curtly answered.
"What an honor." His ice blue eyes shimmering as if possessed.
"Goten!" All three figures turned their heads toward the voice.
From the darkened hallway appeared Bra. She wasn't smiling or anything. She was just there. Before either Trunks or Goten could ask, Pan emerged from the shadows. Cold's hands were at her waist. One of his fingernails was extended. They could see what had happened.
"Welcome father," Cooler greeted him with his same cold voice. "Meet a super saiyan."
"Alright son." Both could see that he was sending them a mocking shake of his head. "I brought you these two little things. What do you wish to do?"
"Gut the female."
"But you don't know the good part." His father's tone changed to a more cheery level. "We seem to hold the next prince or princess after this line is succeeded."
Slowly, Cooler's eyes followed from Pan toward Trunks. He could have swore if he could. He could touch another man's woman, but not the one of the creature he despised the most.
"Well, well. I didn't know we had a prince among us."
"Screw introductions Cooler." Trunks was fed up with most of the talk. They were in deep trouble. Not waiting for a challenge, he powered up to super saiyan and then to the second level.
"Trunks!" Pan's shrill tore through the room. "He's going to kill us all. I'm sorry for him." Tears welled in her eyes. "I feel so helpless, and I know I could change it."
"Then simply do," Bra muttered before she disappeared from the room. Milliseconds later she appeared behind Cold.
Seeing as it was her cue, Pan took her free arm and broke the one that had held the threatening weapon. "Hope hell agrees with you Cold." Bra whispered before she shot an energy shot through his head and Pan with an energy saw, sew it off to make sure. With these creatures, you could never be too careful.
Not wasting any time, Bra took Pan by the shoulder and transported them to another section of the fortress. "We have to hurry."
Both girls took in a run. There was less than an hour left by what Bra's watch told her. Everything was in place for the inevitable to take place. All she had to do was to try and save as many non-warriors as possible. Those had their own transportation toward safety.
"It was quite a feat to seem so powerless toward that head bozo." Pan said to Bra as they blasted through some guards that were hanging around to catch any of the intruders.
"We did need to know where the guys were Pan." Bra rationalized. "What better way than to let the king lead us to his son?"
"True." They entered the room once again. Everything was ready. "Let's start evacuating this planet."
* * *
"They will be here in a matter of hours." Schial said to the man and woman who were listening to her. "They are using the latest technology developed by Queen Bulma, so it won't take that long to make the trip."
Her head buzzed. She had no idea of anything. Here she was, on Earth. With a father that she never knew. A woman that should be killing her father. And a grandmother and grandfather that looked at her with wonder in their eyes.
She had never been much for family.
"You should have everyone ready. I don't know how many ships will be arriving or the specifics. Just be ready for when the first batch arrives."
The man and woman nodded and took themselves out of the room. It felt better to her now. Still, what could have gotten wrong with her pod. She felt like hell.
"Rest now Schial," Chichi placed the sheet below Schial's cheek smiling. "You'll have enough time to worry about things later."
"Thank you," she muttered in response. Her eyes were closing. The image of her father Turtles shifted in her mind. He had been a good man. Right about now justice was being served.
'Rest in peace father.' With that thought, she slipped into the world of dreamless sleep. The one she craved the most.
Life in Earth as the inhabitants knew of was about to change. Drastically. For better, or for worst.
* * *
Everything was silent as the Vegetian ships cruised through space toward their new home. The main ship was right in front, it's atmosphere quite frightening to most of the people inside.
Theo continued shaking at his corner, his father taken away from the room. Ban had moved cautiously toward him during the whole hour of the ordeal. At least now it was over. Just minutes before, Planet Vegeta had blown, taking everything that had been connected to the planet's birth.
All except his people. The saiyans were still alive.
Theo didn't know what was to happen to him, but he would know that he would be hated because he was the son of the creature that had betrayed them all. Life was not worth living to him anymore. He wished his king would have killed him when he had revealed the identity of the saiyan he had seen when he had entered the chamber.
Death was preferable.
A hand slipped to his own. Theo looked up to Ban's eyes. She was trying to smile at him. He could see the way she was forcing her face to smile at him. She tried too hard.
He wanted to thrust her hand away and curse the day he had been borne of the scheming saiyan that had now marked him for life. But he couldn't. He needed her strength and her hand to still feel part of this world.
Ban looked cautiously to where the king and queen were. Bulma returned her gaze with a true smile. This one wasn't forced. Her hands were on Vegeta's. Their early spat clearly forgotten or engineered. Theo didn't know. He half didn't care.
"Don't worry boy," Vegeta's voice boomed through the entire room. Everyone's attention turned to him. Ban turned beet red as she felt many eyes on her because of her actions. She felt Theo's hand slipping, she gripped with all of her might. She was not going to let him sink.
"We will take care of you." Bulma approved of Ban's actions.
"Prepare the com-link." Vegeta barked his orders to his people around him. "I have to settle down the rules of our new home."
A new home.
Everyone's thoughts turned to it. Saiyans were mourning the loss of their planet. They were gaining another. Life still continued, either with them, or without them.
A new home for a new future.
And new hope.
* * *
Agatha sighed. She was getting too old for these kind of things. She knew far too well the extend of the energy she had spent. Her old bones aren’t going to hold out much longer.
“It is done.” Mairan’s drowning voice took her thoughts.
“Good child,” Agatha took the girl by her arms and instead of transporting them, she walked them. It would be a last time to glance at the world that had been her first home. How much it had changed. How little different it really was from all those years before.
She was to end it today.
No wonder greed had so much power in the universe. There was so much power that was desired and all that power was in every corner of the universe.
She wondered who it would be in the future that would require another knowledgeable creature of advanced years. Mairan would have to be part of the future then. Letting her charge take a wistful look about, she teleported them toward their ship.
“Mairan, my child.” Agatha placed her hands in the child’s and let the pure energy flow through them both. “Stay safe with them. You will be needed to interfere at the hands of fate when you least expect it. Be happy.”
Lifting her hand, Agatha teleported to the scene of the battle. The air was morbid with blood. In the ground lay the corpse of the dead king Cold. She couldn’t say she pitied him. He had what was coming for him for way too many years.
Out of nowhere, just like her, appeared Bra and Pan. It seemed that they had finished their orders.
“Girls,” she called to them. She couldn’t let them be a distraction. “How was everything?”
“Everyone’s out.” They replied simply. They didn’t seem too keen for small chat.
“Good.” Agatha smiled at them both. She would miss them.
“I think Trunks’ winning.” She commented as Cooler was driven back from his place.
“Let’s just hope they don’t blow up the planet beforehand.” Pan muttered as she kept a keen eye on Trunks movements.
“That would be a sight.” Agatha looked around the ruined room. The roof had completely caved in. She guessed it had been from one of the energy attacks. Why couldn’t they just stick to martial arts.
“This fight is going to drag some time isn’t it?” Bra asked as she focused on the fight.
“They always do.” Agatha answered. “But this one is about to end.”
“How do you know?” Bra asked her nanny surprised. Also a little curious.
“Cooler thought he could keep it in control, but he couldn’t. Goten hasn’t intervened really.” Agatha shrugged. “I think Trunks wanted to handle this on his own. Just look at how Trunks still hasn’t used the Big Bang Attack and Cooler has already lost his footing.”
At that moment Cooler turned and released a nasty slash that would have cut Trunks in two if he hadn’t moved in time. Then, it went toward Goten. He easily avoided it. It crashed to the wall. The disk remaining, but it’s will rebutted by the strength of it’s holder.
Pan and Bra continued absolutely absorbed in the fight. Goten continued to avoid any contact with the fight, and Agatha moved to the disk. It would be the final force to propel the planet’s destruction. She looked back toward her children and smiled.
Maybe she had been too hasty to think this would be her last day. If she ever survived the blast, she would try to reach them before her term in the universe came to an end. Smiling at their faces she disappeared to another space. She would have to bid her time carefully. Keeping a planet from destroying other’s was no easy task, but one she knew too well.
“’Till I meet you again.” She whispered to the decaying planet before her. She was going to enjoy the firework. It would be truly magnificent.”
* * *
“It is done.” Trunks let his body catch up with his breath. Such a deserving end for cruelty they had deserved and they had gotten.
Wincing a bit of pain, he let his tongue brush through his cut lip. The metallic taste leaving him sour. He was going to need some bandages.
“Trunks.” He turned toward the woman that had waited patiently. She was so beautiful in his eyes. She would always be beautiful. “Let’s go home.”
“Yes, let’s go.” Pan placed one of his hands on her shoulder and supported part of his weight. He hated broken ribs but that was a warrior‘s life.
“Tell me this is the last creature we have to face.” Bra placed her hands around Goten’s neck and leaned against him. He was as solid as a pillar. The pillar she was going to need to adjust to his new life.
“It is that I know of.” Goten breathed in his beloved’s sweet scented hair. No matter what the foul stench of blood surrounded him, he would only be able to concentrate on her own. She was so much to him. And still so much more.
“Let’s go home and start a family.” He whispered to her ear, his lips already probing her ear. Caressing kisses stretched around her jaw and to her other ear. “How I long to touch you and feel you.”
“I thought he was going to kill you,” Trunks embraced Pan’s frame. His powerful arms strong enough to support and still soft to protect her body.
“I thought he was going to kill you Trunks,” she choked on the words. She didn’t like this state of mind. “I would never bear it if I had lost you now.”
“I wouldn’t bear it either.”
“I love you Goten Son,” Bra said to her lover.
“I love you too Bra,” he sighed her name. His shallow grumble made her shiver. “Don’t scare me like that again.”
“Don’t worry,” she placed her hand in his chest and got her watch caught with his shirt. Without warning, she pulled him down toward her.
He landed on top, and she on bottom.
“This reminds you of something?” She asked shyly.
“Our first kiss.” He answered without hesitation and without more invitation, he took advantage of her parted mouth to kiss her breathless as they had done before. She got her prince charming in the package of a hunk. What more could she want? Maybe a little privacy.
Pan cleared her throat as she noticed them both at the floor. They looked ready to devour one another. “I think we should leave the planet.” She pointed to the red-scarred sky.
“Good idea,” Bra said as she was the one who could see it.
“Let’s continue this later.” Goten brushed his nose with her ear and pulled her up.
“Later, with forever.”
* * *
Ships landed in one part of the galaxy, while in the other ships left. All five people in the ship looked as the enormous blob of fire erupted. It spit all the firing rage from within. A flash passed, the combustion came and then, it was gone.
Life ended and life began.
Agatha looked from her caged ball. She had been right.
It had been a beautiful sight.
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Um, not much to say. I finished this chapter and all I need is the Epilogue. I didn’t get into the fight description because I’m a lost case with those. Sorry it took so much time to actually write this, but I took an extended vacation from the one I had planned. Thanks to those that are still there, reading.
I don’t know if any of you noticed, but on the 6th of October, it’s going to be the year anniversary of this fic. I think I’ll have the last chapter up, once and for all.
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