Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Arranged Love ❯ Separate Paths and Hitchhikers ( Chapter 13 )
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By: Moon Star 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.04.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 270 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.04.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 270 | Status: Completed
Moon Star
This is a Bra and Goten fan fiction. Some Pan and Trunks. Don't like them, don't read it.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters in here.
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Arranged Love
Chapter 13 : Separate Paths and Hitchhikers
"I have heard rumors around the castle," Bardock said as he walked side by side with Queen Bulma on the gardens. It was their time to strategize.
"I've heard of them too," Bulma replied. She quietly sat on one of the sporting benches and closed her eyes. The relaxing made breeze that ruffled her hair reflected the tranquility that there was in truth. Who would think that this world would soon seize to exist?
"Are you saying that it's still impossible?" She asked, her eyes fixed on the leaves of the strong trees that surrounded the gardens. They danced to the beat of the wind that was generated by the nature generator.
"It's inevitable," Bardock replied quietly himself.
Silence reigned as both just stared at the tranquility that was reflected in the compounded nature. Bardock accepted her silent plead and sat. They had to wait. He still had to arrive.
"So it's true that Goten has delayed his return to earth because of Bra?" Bulma just asked to make small talk. She needed to be thinking of something instead of staying in complete silence. She needed the assurance.
"What do you think?" Bardock gave one of his rare laughs. "By the time he leaves and arrives, I'm afraid he won't be any use to my son's problem."
"It's a waste of time," Vegeta interceded the comment. He was on the other side of the stone bench. His brows arched at the picture his high general and his wife made.
"If it wasn't that I know you are one of my trusted men Bardock, you'd be dead where you stand," his comment that lightened the mood just made Bardock release his barking laughter once again.
Protectiveness had never had such a great representation as Vegeta was with Bulma. Who would have thought that such a man would have such a strong weakness.
"Sit down Vegeta," Bulma moved her gloves from her right side and waited for him to sit. "We were just talking about your daughter and her future husband."
"Nice topic," Vegeta let out as he took the seat beside his wife. He would never have to put on airs before Bardock. He was a generation older and wiser to be muddled over.
"It seems that we'll be related twice Vegeta," Bardock smirked. "Your son seems to have taken a lot of interest on my great-granddaughter."
He grunted in acceptance. It was all according to destiny.
"That will be a problem when he finds out," Bulma seemed apologetic. "I can't believe that she's our only chance and last line of defense."
"Don't worry," Vegeta began. "I'm sure that Pan will convince him one way or another to not interfere."
"Like he'll listen to that," Bulma thought out loud.
"I wouldn't be too sure," Bardock smirked. "She does have a way to influence him that no one else possesses."
"Seduction does go a long way," Bulma commented as both men simply stood frozen, blushing by her free comment. It's not much to know but to actually say it was another thing.
"It's not like it's not true," she defended herself when both just stared at her blankly.
"Besides," she scoffed. "I won't be too surprised if we get a royal heir to the throne before we actually see the wedding."
"What?" Both men stared blankly at her for the second time.
"Make the math," she said exasperated. How could they have not noticed?
Both men just stood in their places, in their own world trying to figure out what was already the buzz of the planet.
"I'll break it down for you," Bulma said smiling at both men. "Goten should have left a month ago for Earth, but he delayed his plans to spend time with Bra." She looked accusingly at Bardock. "Which is all of your fault." She placed a pointed finger at his direction.
Bardock's eyes bulged as he realized that he was being accused. "Wait a second," he defended himself. "I only suggested that he make her train. I didn't think they would take it to that sense."
"Right," Bulma ignorantly agreed. She made sure that he heard the sarcastic agreement. "And I'm the Queen of Rome."
That threw them off as well. It was so hard to explain earth sayings to a couple of outer space aliens.
"Where's Rome?" Bardock turned to the younger saiyan. He had never heard of such a place.
"It's an Earth saying." Bulma almost shouted to the two older men. "It's a sarcastic statement."
"Oh," Bardock chuckled nervously. He was going to be held responsible for this. "Still..."
"And to not count off," she interrupted him. "I didn't need to go see a problem on our main Gravity Machine and find my daughter in the arms of her fiancée. I'm sorry but I'm sure that I didn't need to see that."
"Lower your voice woman," Vegeta looked from side to side to see if there was someone within hearing range. "The whole planet doesn't need to find out."
"I'm sorry Vegeta," she turned to him, her figure calm once again. "But I was trying to make a point."
Her eyes narrowed as she turned to Bardock once again. "What do you think they've been doing for the whole month that he's been here."
Bardock chuckled nervously once again.
"It's called let's get to know each other in more than one sense." She confided in his already knowing frame.
"I don't know why you're so mad woman," Vegeta was going to put a stop to this at once. "It's not like you were untouched when we went on the ceremony."
Bulma blushed crimson, which achieved the silence that Vegeta had yearned for.
"Now," he turned to Bardock once again. "Inform your great granddaughter of her mission."
"I'm meeting with her for a spar session right after our meeting. She'll gladly comply." Bardock smirked at the still blushing Queen. He saluted them both and left to meet with his precious cargo.
"Make sure that she's..."
"Schial is part of the mission," Bardock said before disappearing from the garden compound.
* * *
........Late afternoon... Almost night........
Something should have alerted him that there was something going on that day. Trunks glanced suspiciously at everyone that passed him. People had been acting strangely around him today and he had the idea that many were avoiding him.
The first clue was Schial's innocent question of how things were going with Pan and when the royal ceremony was scheduled. She hoped that it wouldn't be soon, she commented. As it then it would be on the way.
On the way of what she couldn't say as she had disappeared at the same time that the thought sank in. What in the world was going on.
Later, it had been Bardock. He had successfully avoided him as every time that he had asked a direct question, his eyes seemed to wander around the room but never settling on him.
And now something told him and he would regret it if he entered his room. But then, he never listened to his gut instincts. He just went with what came.
There she was. Ready for a night of seduction and sweet loving as it seemed.
Cranking his neck with worries with the outbreak of violence on the South sector, he had brushed aside any feelings in the pit of his stomach.
The alarms should have blared when he found the room in almost complete darkness. But no, a shimmering light lifted and led from the door toward one of the rooms inside. Putting it off, he followed the light, amused at what could be prepared at the other side.
And there she was.
He had seen her in so many ways. Unclothed, clothed in silks, leather, simple pants, overnight shirts, and now this.
Pan had on a very red and very bare dress. No adornments to display. It was in style of the old west dresses that were sleeveless and the top only covered up to the cleavage in a heart shape. The bottom half rounded off in not an exaggerating way, just enough to enunciate the shape of her body.
The carnal red reflected on her equal red full lips accompanied by the white long gloves that she wore on her hands. She wore on a confident smile that blared the warning signs that he had seen for the whole day. She was up to something.
Only he needed to find out what that something was.
"Your bath's ready," Pan said to him as she approached him slowly. She took him by the hands and led him toward the large bathroom. "Relax yourself." She whispered before handing him his bathrobe and closed the door firmly behind.
Just to say that it had been a relaxing night indeed was an understatement. It had been perfect but something still nagged him.
He held her in his arms after a sweet night of lovemaking. One of her hands resting at his chest, constantly stirring and slightly caressing him without intent.
"Goten's leaving tomorrow," she clearly announced disturbing the peace and silence of the aftermath. Trunks hand sneaked on her back and settled at her tangled, shimmering locks. He loved to trace and touch her skull. It relaxed her and him as he felt her relax in his arms to a deeper understanding.
"You're still thinking of going back to Earth?" He asked immediately. He nuzzled her neck, smiling at her responsive moans. He couldn't say that he didn't enjoy her responses. He craved them.
"Um," she replied as she felt him start to set the stage for another round. "No."
She looked directly into his eyes and saw the change to relief. He didn't want to be separated from her and had begged her to not return.
"I've been asked to fill in for another trip," she set herself on top. Trying to regain the upper hand and keeping it. "I'm leaving right after Goten."
"What?" That put a momentary stop to anything that they had started to build. The focus went out of the way. He saw her determined face and knew what would happen. "Where are you going?" He tried the subtle approach. If she guessed or felt him to be too protective on her she would jump at his back and a battle would begin. One that he would not have the advantage or chance to win.
"To Estanla," she crossed herself for a second trying to remember the information. "It's the last planet that connects both this Quadrant with the East Quadrant."
"What are you going to do all the way out there?"
"I'm going to be a temporary ambassador in Turtles place." She gladly informed him.
"No."
"What do you mean no?" She looked at him suspiciously. "Is this the 'no, I forbid you' or the 'no, I can't believe that you've been handed such a high honor'?"
Trunks knew that he was trapped, but what could he do. He would accept any thing, but not that. Estanla was the last planet and protection came too cheap when so close to Cold's empire. Just who had put her in charge of such a dangerous thing.
"Who appointed you?" He tried a different approach. Then maybe he could wring the bastard's neck for thinking she could be placed in such a danger.
"Your mother," Pan had seen the menacing flash of hurting someone. But he couldn't overrule this one, could he. She would do this favor, understanding what she needed to do, or try to do.
"What could she have been thinking?" Trunk's temper exploded. He could not keep that inside.
"I don't know," Pan smiled at his groaning stance. "But I'm leaving tomorrow."
With that announcement, she skipped out of his bed sheets and grabbed her clothes leaving the prince of all saiyans to curse everything around him.
* * *
The Next Day
"Who would have thought that Trunks would act this fierce." Schial murmured to the princess as Trunks passed them. He didn't look their way and she was sure that he didn't see anything before him but Bardock's own neck. He was almost illustrating her own vision when he extended his hands and made movements of choking.
"Oh, he's got it bad." She grimaced as he disappeared to another hallway of the maze in the place.
She didn't notice the faraway look of Bra until now. She was there, as if listening but she was clearly focused on something else entirely. What could it be?
"Schial," this brought her to attention. She sensed the wondering tone in her voice.
"Yeah," she didn't want to loose her when she was going to confess her trouble.
"Do you think I could escape this?"
Her question took Schial for surprise. Escape what?
"What do you wish to escape?" Something told her that it wasn't an easy subject to talk freely of. She had to thread softly in this. Did this have anything to do with Goten leaving in just minutes away.
"This prison." A shudder escaped her. "All of them think that I don't know what's going on, but I do. I also know what's going to happen too."
"That's not a sufficient reason."
A soft, melodious smile escaped Bra's lips. She knew how badly she was putting this. All she needed to do was get out of the shell that she knew was for her own protection.
And run to him. It was selfish but she knew that everything was under control. She wanted to help and make sure that everything went as planned. They needed help in setting it all out.
But she didn't need to hide it. She wanted to get out of here with him. Because he wouldn't be with her when it all happened. She wouldn't have him to hold her.
"I understand," the sleazy smile that Schial threw her way just summed up all that she needed to know.
"Should I?" Bra stopped their walking. She looked into her eyes timidly. She at least wanted someone to tell her which way to flow.
"I don't know what should you are talking about Bra," Schial honestly provided. "But chase after 'him' and give my grandfather a coronary. It's about time he got worried about something."
* * *
"Everything's ready," Bardock communicated with the capsule. Goten was already strapped to the seat, all the computers in order. All that was needed was the clear point and he was out of there.
"Enjoy your journey cousin," Schial plopped behind her grandfather, a wave of so long. She pressed the releasing harness button and the capsule emerged from it's hidden keeper. It blew, fleeing on the air, and in a second, it was out of their eyes.
"Where is Bra?" Bardock asked his granddaughter. "I was sure she'd be here."
"Don't worry about her," Schial covered her hidden smile. "They'd already said goodbye."
He grunted in admission but she could feel that he was still a little untrusting. And he should. But he didn't need to know that.
"Well gramps," Schial turned to him once again. "I'll go get everything ready."
"May it all go according to plan Schial." He pressed.
"Don't worry." She wasn't here to dissipate his fears. She really was confident. "It won't."
* * *
Who would think that he was to sink this low. But he was desperate. He was in no way to let her do this alone. He knew what was going on with her trip and he wasn't going to stand for it. The good thing was that he had never traveled that high out there.
No one there knew what he looked like, which was a plus. He could be anyone. And that anyone was to be Pan's protector whether she wanted him to be or not. He had accepted her as part of him that night that she had softly crept into his room.
She had accepted it. Now, it was the time for her to see what she had accepted in with the package. One thing was for sure, he had never felt so powerless and crude when Bardock had refused. Well, Trunks couldn't refuse the pull of his heart that told him that if she was only one day from out of his sight, that he would loose her.
He didn't know what that would be called, but he would never let the chance for her to slip out of his grasp for even a second. He knew better than that.
Well, he was stuck for some time. He should at least catch-up on the sleep he lost the night before in thinking ways of thwarting Pan's leaving. None were successes, but they had taken a lot of his time. Mainly thinking of never having her again in his arms. Those were the worst spent nightmares that he'd had since he was a little kid.
He just needed to close his eyes. It would just be for a moment.
* * *
"She said not to worry about her and that she'd be fine." Schial related to Pan as they relaxed from the take off from the capsule. They only needed a few days and just get to their place. "I guess this takes a load off of my mind."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because she'll be in greater care with him than with us at the planet."
"I think that was best too," Pan stretched. She needed to keep herself active to not stretch any unnecessary muscles. "She wanted to know the planet anyway."
"Speaking of planets," Schial changed the subject. "I have to warn you about the Estanlians. They're a race of female dominant power. That's why it's still in border with both quadrants, as it is a planet who mostly keeps to itself."
"Now I can say that there's a planet with sense."
"They keep the men for the obvious reasons and they are treated like slaves." Schial continued on. "And that might pose a problem for you."
"Why? Aren't you going to be there with me?" Pan focused on Schial. Something was up.
"No," she smiled seeing the narrowing of her eyes. "I'll be taking my transportation to a meeting."
"But why a problem?" Pan knew that she had no idea of the customs but she knew that getting along with other species was not hard.
"Not you exactly." Schial murmured, her eyes moving around the room as she tried to get around to the point.
"What's the problem exactly." Pan demanded.
"I'll tell you as soon as I get the ship stable." With that, Schial leaned in toward the controls and keyed in the numbers to keep the ship going at current speed and checking in with everything around them. They needed no delays.
She reached down toward the storeroom stabilizer and waited for the reading to respond.
"Could you go to the storeroom Pan?" She asked the tentative woman. "There seems to be some trouble with the things down there."
"Sure," Pan took her belt off and tested to see if the gravity had been established. It was. Calmly, she took out of the control room and moved through the capsule that so remained like her own had been.
Taking the necessary turns, she moved toward the stairs to the last part of the capsule and entered the small cabin that contained spare parts in case of emergency and some of what she thought would be food.
Some of the crates were out of place. There was always something like that. Securing it, she scanned the room and made sure that everything else was as secure as they looked.
Satisfied with her findings, she turned back toward the control room. And at arriving, she found it empty. Just where was that woman.
Well, she should be resting. She sure needed it too. Stretching from keeping seat for hours had taken their toll on her. Knowing that everything was safe, she turned toward the rooms. All she wanted was to sleep and to rest. She had spent a whole day arguing with Trunks before she left and she needed to lift the emotional veil that she was carrying.
A warm bed was all that she needed.
Opening the door, she yawned and triggered the lights to illuminate her temporary room. The room lighted as fire, quickly adjusting to a soft glow.
Well, her bed would surely be warm enough. Right before her, stretched on her bed lay the prince of all saiyans. He was spread on the bed, his expression of pure bliss.
The bliss would be out of his face soon enough, Pan told herself as her temper flared. Just what the hell was he doing here?
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Ok, so two days went to be two weeks. I'm sorry, I just get too sidetracked now. My legit excuse is, I'm currently taking the KAT's Test, which is a state test that I have to take. Being a junior, it means a whole week of Open Response Questions on all subjects imaginable.
Enough with the ramblings for me. A plot is developing here and there will be a note on the next chapter. There's a really great decision that I have to make here right now before I complicate things.
I'll give it away on the next chapter... hope you're still with me until then. The next chapter will be out before the next week comes to be.
Bye,
Moon Star
This is a Bra and Goten fan fiction. Some Pan and Trunks. Don't like them, don't read it.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters in here.
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Arranged Love
Chapter 13 : Separate Paths and Hitchhikers
"I have heard rumors around the castle," Bardock said as he walked side by side with Queen Bulma on the gardens. It was their time to strategize.
"I've heard of them too," Bulma replied. She quietly sat on one of the sporting benches and closed her eyes. The relaxing made breeze that ruffled her hair reflected the tranquility that there was in truth. Who would think that this world would soon seize to exist?
"Are you saying that it's still impossible?" She asked, her eyes fixed on the leaves of the strong trees that surrounded the gardens. They danced to the beat of the wind that was generated by the nature generator.
"It's inevitable," Bardock replied quietly himself.
Silence reigned as both just stared at the tranquility that was reflected in the compounded nature. Bardock accepted her silent plead and sat. They had to wait. He still had to arrive.
"So it's true that Goten has delayed his return to earth because of Bra?" Bulma just asked to make small talk. She needed to be thinking of something instead of staying in complete silence. She needed the assurance.
"What do you think?" Bardock gave one of his rare laughs. "By the time he leaves and arrives, I'm afraid he won't be any use to my son's problem."
"It's a waste of time," Vegeta interceded the comment. He was on the other side of the stone bench. His brows arched at the picture his high general and his wife made.
"If it wasn't that I know you are one of my trusted men Bardock, you'd be dead where you stand," his comment that lightened the mood just made Bardock release his barking laughter once again.
Protectiveness had never had such a great representation as Vegeta was with Bulma. Who would have thought that such a man would have such a strong weakness.
"Sit down Vegeta," Bulma moved her gloves from her right side and waited for him to sit. "We were just talking about your daughter and her future husband."
"Nice topic," Vegeta let out as he took the seat beside his wife. He would never have to put on airs before Bardock. He was a generation older and wiser to be muddled over.
"It seems that we'll be related twice Vegeta," Bardock smirked. "Your son seems to have taken a lot of interest on my great-granddaughter."
He grunted in acceptance. It was all according to destiny.
"That will be a problem when he finds out," Bulma seemed apologetic. "I can't believe that she's our only chance and last line of defense."
"Don't worry," Vegeta began. "I'm sure that Pan will convince him one way or another to not interfere."
"Like he'll listen to that," Bulma thought out loud.
"I wouldn't be too sure," Bardock smirked. "She does have a way to influence him that no one else possesses."
"Seduction does go a long way," Bulma commented as both men simply stood frozen, blushing by her free comment. It's not much to know but to actually say it was another thing.
"It's not like it's not true," she defended herself when both just stared at her blankly.
"Besides," she scoffed. "I won't be too surprised if we get a royal heir to the throne before we actually see the wedding."
"What?" Both men stared blankly at her for the second time.
"Make the math," she said exasperated. How could they have not noticed?
Both men just stood in their places, in their own world trying to figure out what was already the buzz of the planet.
"I'll break it down for you," Bulma said smiling at both men. "Goten should have left a month ago for Earth, but he delayed his plans to spend time with Bra." She looked accusingly at Bardock. "Which is all of your fault." She placed a pointed finger at his direction.
Bardock's eyes bulged as he realized that he was being accused. "Wait a second," he defended himself. "I only suggested that he make her train. I didn't think they would take it to that sense."
"Right," Bulma ignorantly agreed. She made sure that he heard the sarcastic agreement. "And I'm the Queen of Rome."
That threw them off as well. It was so hard to explain earth sayings to a couple of outer space aliens.
"Where's Rome?" Bardock turned to the younger saiyan. He had never heard of such a place.
"It's an Earth saying." Bulma almost shouted to the two older men. "It's a sarcastic statement."
"Oh," Bardock chuckled nervously. He was going to be held responsible for this. "Still..."
"And to not count off," she interrupted him. "I didn't need to go see a problem on our main Gravity Machine and find my daughter in the arms of her fiancée. I'm sorry but I'm sure that I didn't need to see that."
"Lower your voice woman," Vegeta looked from side to side to see if there was someone within hearing range. "The whole planet doesn't need to find out."
"I'm sorry Vegeta," she turned to him, her figure calm once again. "But I was trying to make a point."
Her eyes narrowed as she turned to Bardock once again. "What do you think they've been doing for the whole month that he's been here."
Bardock chuckled nervously once again.
"It's called let's get to know each other in more than one sense." She confided in his already knowing frame.
"I don't know why you're so mad woman," Vegeta was going to put a stop to this at once. "It's not like you were untouched when we went on the ceremony."
Bulma blushed crimson, which achieved the silence that Vegeta had yearned for.
"Now," he turned to Bardock once again. "Inform your great granddaughter of her mission."
"I'm meeting with her for a spar session right after our meeting. She'll gladly comply." Bardock smirked at the still blushing Queen. He saluted them both and left to meet with his precious cargo.
"Make sure that she's..."
"Schial is part of the mission," Bardock said before disappearing from the garden compound.
* * *
........Late afternoon... Almost night........
Something should have alerted him that there was something going on that day. Trunks glanced suspiciously at everyone that passed him. People had been acting strangely around him today and he had the idea that many were avoiding him.
The first clue was Schial's innocent question of how things were going with Pan and when the royal ceremony was scheduled. She hoped that it wouldn't be soon, she commented. As it then it would be on the way.
On the way of what she couldn't say as she had disappeared at the same time that the thought sank in. What in the world was going on.
Later, it had been Bardock. He had successfully avoided him as every time that he had asked a direct question, his eyes seemed to wander around the room but never settling on him.
And now something told him and he would regret it if he entered his room. But then, he never listened to his gut instincts. He just went with what came.
There she was. Ready for a night of seduction and sweet loving as it seemed.
Cranking his neck with worries with the outbreak of violence on the South sector, he had brushed aside any feelings in the pit of his stomach.
The alarms should have blared when he found the room in almost complete darkness. But no, a shimmering light lifted and led from the door toward one of the rooms inside. Putting it off, he followed the light, amused at what could be prepared at the other side.
And there she was.
He had seen her in so many ways. Unclothed, clothed in silks, leather, simple pants, overnight shirts, and now this.
Pan had on a very red and very bare dress. No adornments to display. It was in style of the old west dresses that were sleeveless and the top only covered up to the cleavage in a heart shape. The bottom half rounded off in not an exaggerating way, just enough to enunciate the shape of her body.
The carnal red reflected on her equal red full lips accompanied by the white long gloves that she wore on her hands. She wore on a confident smile that blared the warning signs that he had seen for the whole day. She was up to something.
Only he needed to find out what that something was.
"Your bath's ready," Pan said to him as she approached him slowly. She took him by the hands and led him toward the large bathroom. "Relax yourself." She whispered before handing him his bathrobe and closed the door firmly behind.
Just to say that it had been a relaxing night indeed was an understatement. It had been perfect but something still nagged him.
He held her in his arms after a sweet night of lovemaking. One of her hands resting at his chest, constantly stirring and slightly caressing him without intent.
"Goten's leaving tomorrow," she clearly announced disturbing the peace and silence of the aftermath. Trunks hand sneaked on her back and settled at her tangled, shimmering locks. He loved to trace and touch her skull. It relaxed her and him as he felt her relax in his arms to a deeper understanding.
"You're still thinking of going back to Earth?" He asked immediately. He nuzzled her neck, smiling at her responsive moans. He couldn't say that he didn't enjoy her responses. He craved them.
"Um," she replied as she felt him start to set the stage for another round. "No."
She looked directly into his eyes and saw the change to relief. He didn't want to be separated from her and had begged her to not return.
"I've been asked to fill in for another trip," she set herself on top. Trying to regain the upper hand and keeping it. "I'm leaving right after Goten."
"What?" That put a momentary stop to anything that they had started to build. The focus went out of the way. He saw her determined face and knew what would happen. "Where are you going?" He tried the subtle approach. If she guessed or felt him to be too protective on her she would jump at his back and a battle would begin. One that he would not have the advantage or chance to win.
"To Estanla," she crossed herself for a second trying to remember the information. "It's the last planet that connects both this Quadrant with the East Quadrant."
"What are you going to do all the way out there?"
"I'm going to be a temporary ambassador in Turtles place." She gladly informed him.
"No."
"What do you mean no?" She looked at him suspiciously. "Is this the 'no, I forbid you' or the 'no, I can't believe that you've been handed such a high honor'?"
Trunks knew that he was trapped, but what could he do. He would accept any thing, but not that. Estanla was the last planet and protection came too cheap when so close to Cold's empire. Just who had put her in charge of such a dangerous thing.
"Who appointed you?" He tried a different approach. Then maybe he could wring the bastard's neck for thinking she could be placed in such a danger.
"Your mother," Pan had seen the menacing flash of hurting someone. But he couldn't overrule this one, could he. She would do this favor, understanding what she needed to do, or try to do.
"What could she have been thinking?" Trunk's temper exploded. He could not keep that inside.
"I don't know," Pan smiled at his groaning stance. "But I'm leaving tomorrow."
With that announcement, she skipped out of his bed sheets and grabbed her clothes leaving the prince of all saiyans to curse everything around him.
* * *
The Next Day
"Who would have thought that Trunks would act this fierce." Schial murmured to the princess as Trunks passed them. He didn't look their way and she was sure that he didn't see anything before him but Bardock's own neck. He was almost illustrating her own vision when he extended his hands and made movements of choking.
"Oh, he's got it bad." She grimaced as he disappeared to another hallway of the maze in the place.
She didn't notice the faraway look of Bra until now. She was there, as if listening but she was clearly focused on something else entirely. What could it be?
"Schial," this brought her to attention. She sensed the wondering tone in her voice.
"Yeah," she didn't want to loose her when she was going to confess her trouble.
"Do you think I could escape this?"
Her question took Schial for surprise. Escape what?
"What do you wish to escape?" Something told her that it wasn't an easy subject to talk freely of. She had to thread softly in this. Did this have anything to do with Goten leaving in just minutes away.
"This prison." A shudder escaped her. "All of them think that I don't know what's going on, but I do. I also know what's going to happen too."
"That's not a sufficient reason."
A soft, melodious smile escaped Bra's lips. She knew how badly she was putting this. All she needed to do was get out of the shell that she knew was for her own protection.
And run to him. It was selfish but she knew that everything was under control. She wanted to help and make sure that everything went as planned. They needed help in setting it all out.
But she didn't need to hide it. She wanted to get out of here with him. Because he wouldn't be with her when it all happened. She wouldn't have him to hold her.
"I understand," the sleazy smile that Schial threw her way just summed up all that she needed to know.
"Should I?" Bra stopped their walking. She looked into her eyes timidly. She at least wanted someone to tell her which way to flow.
"I don't know what should you are talking about Bra," Schial honestly provided. "But chase after 'him' and give my grandfather a coronary. It's about time he got worried about something."
* * *
"Everything's ready," Bardock communicated with the capsule. Goten was already strapped to the seat, all the computers in order. All that was needed was the clear point and he was out of there.
"Enjoy your journey cousin," Schial plopped behind her grandfather, a wave of so long. She pressed the releasing harness button and the capsule emerged from it's hidden keeper. It blew, fleeing on the air, and in a second, it was out of their eyes.
"Where is Bra?" Bardock asked his granddaughter. "I was sure she'd be here."
"Don't worry about her," Schial covered her hidden smile. "They'd already said goodbye."
He grunted in admission but she could feel that he was still a little untrusting. And he should. But he didn't need to know that.
"Well gramps," Schial turned to him once again. "I'll go get everything ready."
"May it all go according to plan Schial." He pressed.
"Don't worry." She wasn't here to dissipate his fears. She really was confident. "It won't."
* * *
Who would think that he was to sink this low. But he was desperate. He was in no way to let her do this alone. He knew what was going on with her trip and he wasn't going to stand for it. The good thing was that he had never traveled that high out there.
No one there knew what he looked like, which was a plus. He could be anyone. And that anyone was to be Pan's protector whether she wanted him to be or not. He had accepted her as part of him that night that she had softly crept into his room.
She had accepted it. Now, it was the time for her to see what she had accepted in with the package. One thing was for sure, he had never felt so powerless and crude when Bardock had refused. Well, Trunks couldn't refuse the pull of his heart that told him that if she was only one day from out of his sight, that he would loose her.
He didn't know what that would be called, but he would never let the chance for her to slip out of his grasp for even a second. He knew better than that.
Well, he was stuck for some time. He should at least catch-up on the sleep he lost the night before in thinking ways of thwarting Pan's leaving. None were successes, but they had taken a lot of his time. Mainly thinking of never having her again in his arms. Those were the worst spent nightmares that he'd had since he was a little kid.
He just needed to close his eyes. It would just be for a moment.
* * *
"She said not to worry about her and that she'd be fine." Schial related to Pan as they relaxed from the take off from the capsule. They only needed a few days and just get to their place. "I guess this takes a load off of my mind."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because she'll be in greater care with him than with us at the planet."
"I think that was best too," Pan stretched. She needed to keep herself active to not stretch any unnecessary muscles. "She wanted to know the planet anyway."
"Speaking of planets," Schial changed the subject. "I have to warn you about the Estanlians. They're a race of female dominant power. That's why it's still in border with both quadrants, as it is a planet who mostly keeps to itself."
"Now I can say that there's a planet with sense."
"They keep the men for the obvious reasons and they are treated like slaves." Schial continued on. "And that might pose a problem for you."
"Why? Aren't you going to be there with me?" Pan focused on Schial. Something was up.
"No," she smiled seeing the narrowing of her eyes. "I'll be taking my transportation to a meeting."
"But why a problem?" Pan knew that she had no idea of the customs but she knew that getting along with other species was not hard.
"Not you exactly." Schial murmured, her eyes moving around the room as she tried to get around to the point.
"What's the problem exactly." Pan demanded.
"I'll tell you as soon as I get the ship stable." With that, Schial leaned in toward the controls and keyed in the numbers to keep the ship going at current speed and checking in with everything around them. They needed no delays.
She reached down toward the storeroom stabilizer and waited for the reading to respond.
"Could you go to the storeroom Pan?" She asked the tentative woman. "There seems to be some trouble with the things down there."
"Sure," Pan took her belt off and tested to see if the gravity had been established. It was. Calmly, she took out of the control room and moved through the capsule that so remained like her own had been.
Taking the necessary turns, she moved toward the stairs to the last part of the capsule and entered the small cabin that contained spare parts in case of emergency and some of what she thought would be food.
Some of the crates were out of place. There was always something like that. Securing it, she scanned the room and made sure that everything else was as secure as they looked.
Satisfied with her findings, she turned back toward the control room. And at arriving, she found it empty. Just where was that woman.
Well, she should be resting. She sure needed it too. Stretching from keeping seat for hours had taken their toll on her. Knowing that everything was safe, she turned toward the rooms. All she wanted was to sleep and to rest. She had spent a whole day arguing with Trunks before she left and she needed to lift the emotional veil that she was carrying.
A warm bed was all that she needed.
Opening the door, she yawned and triggered the lights to illuminate her temporary room. The room lighted as fire, quickly adjusting to a soft glow.
Well, her bed would surely be warm enough. Right before her, stretched on her bed lay the prince of all saiyans. He was spread on the bed, his expression of pure bliss.
The bliss would be out of his face soon enough, Pan told herself as her temper flared. Just what the hell was he doing here?
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Ok, so two days went to be two weeks. I'm sorry, I just get too sidetracked now. My legit excuse is, I'm currently taking the KAT's Test, which is a state test that I have to take. Being a junior, it means a whole week of Open Response Questions on all subjects imaginable.
Enough with the ramblings for me. A plot is developing here and there will be a note on the next chapter. There's a really great decision that I have to make here right now before I complicate things.
I'll give it away on the next chapter... hope you're still with me until then. The next chapter will be out before the next week comes to be.
Bye,
Moon Star