Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Gypsy ❯ It Is Time ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Hey readers and reviewers. This one took me a longer time to write, ehh, just havent had much motivation lately, despite it being a really fun fic to write. Nevertheless, i hope you like reading it as much as i like writing it, and feel free (aka im begging you) to leave me a few comments, complaints, threats, payments, offers for sexual favors, or a good old fashioned review. Heehee.

Thanks everyone.
---Kuree

P.S. If you dont understand something in this fic, remember it will likely be explained soon, or you should try to read between the lines a little, lol.

P.P.S. If you have any predictions, i would be tickled and happy to hear them.

P.P.P.S. I know I have spelling errors. And I dont care. Fight the man! Rebel against grammatical oppression!

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I t was in the middle of a kata that Pan felt it, a familiar pain in the middle of her chest. The grains of sand on the arena ground blurred and the sensation was was so startling and sharp that she stopped her 'dance' and clutched the spot between her breasts, hissing.

She would not lie to herself or even Vegeta in a few moments when he would ask her what ailed her, even if it took some coaxing to get it out of her. For the whole month that she had lived on Vegetasei there had been a overhanging feeling near her head, and sometimes a quick, pin prick of pain in her heart. Altough, it had never been such a physical manifestation, rather an emotional, mental one.

A gift she had, able to sense certain energies, including those of the spirits. The Gypsy had taught her how to connect with the subtle, timeless energies that wrapped around every molecule of the universe, and there was a part of her ever-aware of the ancient powers around her. She breathed them in and out and they overlapped her mind and soul a thousand-fold.

But this feeling wasn't a comforting one. It was sorrow and pain, fear and warning. She couldnt decipher what she was being told. At night her dreams had become cryptic and dark, laced with things she couldn't quite place... Voices and sounds whispered to her third eye, pleading with her, crying to her, and she didn't understand them. The timeless spirits of the Gypsy shuddered in her mind and Pan felt even more uneasy.

"What's wrong, little one?" Vegeta asked gruffly, stopping his sparring and using his pet name for her. He said it because it mildly irritated her, but Pan knew it was some sort of twisted, grudging acceptance of her, maybe even affection. Today he used it trying to gauge her mood. He watched her with his calculating onyx eyes, and Pan knew she couldnt hide much from him, even if she tried.

"Nothing." Pan said, the stressed veins in her hand slowly sinking back beneath her tan skin.

Vegeta quirked an eyebrow slowly, watching the sweat glint off her shoulders and the slow way she composed herself. "Don't lie." He said simply, wiping his large biceps with a towel and then slowly raising his eyes from her slightly trembling hand to her face.

She growled slightly but not one of anger, merely showing her uneasyness. She glanced nervously at her surrounding, eyes shifty.

Something clicked in Vegeta's head, just as a setting shadow ran the lengths of the large practice grounds they were in. The tone of his voice immediately shifted. He grunted slightly. "I think we should go inside."

Pan snapped to attention. Her face instantly turned to a frown and anger glittered in her eyes, green and fierce. "What? I am not some weak fool, it isnt even dark yet! I am in no pain." She flexed her arm to exaggerate her point. He sighed and rolled his eyes. She seemed to think he was ending their training early to compensate for her.

Exasperatedly he replied, "Child, never did i say you were weak. Can't you feel it? Have you not been listening at all?" He gestured wildly about him. "Have you let your human taint dull your instincts?" He added, the words coming out like a growl. He tugged the top of his black training suit off and Pan completely ignored the coarded, rippling ridges of his tanned flesh.

She didn't respond, just dropped her mouth into a pouty 'o'. Looking at him with suprise she stuttered, "I didn't know you could feel it too."

He began to look jumpy, and the setting darkness suddenly seemed a lot more threatening than usual to Pan. His eyes took on that haunted look she sometimes saw in them, the one that made her want to jump in and drown in his sorrow in his place.

"I could always feel them in this place...the spirits, my ancestors are...restless...even moreso now, at this time...look at the moon, for god's sake..." He mumbled while shifting his eyes around the compound, noting each shadow and how it seemed to...shudder with each breath. How the darkness seemed to tremble and...pulsate. As if it were...somehow alive.

Pan didn't know how to respond. She had always been aware of the energy around the palace, maybe on the whole planet, but she thought only she could feel it. She squinted at Vegeta's body, rebuking herself for forgetting the enigma wrapped underneath his calloused, case hardened skin. Of course it was a possibility he could sense the un-ease of the spirits. She began to feel extremely vulnerable. Acting like the force wasnt there had been a mild scapegoat to make her comfortable, but not there was no denying what was obviously all around them.

Even the mighty prince was nervous when acknowledging the presence of a possibly enemy that he couldnt physically beat the shit out of.

She shivered and Vegeta watched the tiny goosebumps rise on her arms. He grunted again. "Lets go back." She nodded and unconsciously stepped closer to Vegeta, and they flew in the direction of the palace.
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Goten stood solemnly, the only figure for countless miles around the bleak landscape. The muscles in his back were taut and he stood without the natural grace he had inheirited from his father. His body was rigid, and his face was set into a mask of nothingness. If one would have looked close enough, they would have seen the darkness in his eyes that had once held light.

He dropped the flowers he had been gripping. They were roses. Their crimson petals fluttered downwards with no sound, along with their crushed counterparts, broken stems. The thorns had left indentations and gashes in Goten's hand, and he let little rivulets of blood run down his fingers.

He heard a sound behind him, but he didnt react, nor did he really care. He shut his eyes resolutely, wondering if some enemy was finally here to take him too?

"Goten...come home..." The soft whispering of Bra pleaded, her voice breaking with emotion as she grasping his large hand in both of her tiny ones. The man didn't say anything, but lacking the strength to hold it in anymore, crumpled to the ground with a hoarse sob. He was slowly breaking, and his blue haired mate didn't know what to do.

Goten thought over and over, his repeating sorrow, "I wasn't there...I wasn't fast enough...i wasnt there..."

Bra kneeled next to him and held his head to her neck, letting him weep for what was lost. She looked back at the thing that Goten had been staring at for such a long time. Her large blue eyes blinked in a fragile attempt to hold back familiar tears.

The grave stones stood solemnly next to other in a private cemetary, hidden from public view, on property owned by Capsule Corporation. Names were etched into their surfaces, names that haunted the girl named Bra and her husband, Goten. Names to people who should still be there.

The name that her mate had been staring at had been one they had both argued over for a long time. She had wanted "Bulma" while he had wanted "Chichi," but in the end, they had both agreed on "Chimari," a combination of the two.

"Son Chimari" was what the engraved letters read...the name of an infant girl who had been killed. Their baby girl.

Bra trembled even in her mate's embrace, and vowed that come hell or highwater, never would she lose another child to the demons that were slowly sucking the soul out of the earth.

Where was redemption? Where was the warriors that once protected this place? She hissed in anger and sadness combined, thinking momentarily of her old friend Pan, and then with an even bigger sorrow, thought of her father.

'Where are you, Daddy?' she asked in her head, screaming it out to the heavens and whatever other astral planes that anyone could hear her plea. 'And when will you come to save us all?'

She choked back a sob, knowing both were probably as dead as the stones in front of her.

The earth was fading, dying, withering away...

The earth was doomed.

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Anathea slammed her clawed hand against the ships' control panel. The Gypsy was blocking her attempts to locate Pan. "Shit." She cursed in her native tongue, becoming increasingly anxious about Pan's wellbeing. At first she had let Pan have her space, she left her alone for a month. She had even pushed off her own dreams and the bad feelings that set above her shoulders. But it was getting out of control.

The child inside of her felt its mother's unease and Anathea calmed herself slightly for the child's sake. She cursed the Gypsy's stubborn-assed nature and wondered why in the hell the ship was blocking her.

Her hands unclenched themselves from on top of the panel.

Unless the Gypsy wasnt blocking her at all, but was *unable* to respond.

She shivered despite her thick blue fur, and curled her tail around herself for comfort.


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'it is time.' they said unspeakingly, the air around them throbbing with ageless, undying power. The shadows turned and ran across the backs of the trees, and the trees shivered, letting them slide through. Water stood still for only once in his infinite history, his streams frozen in place not because of Frost.

'it is time.' they all agreed, and they stepped out from the darkness and descended upon the plane of the living.

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"Why now, Vegeta?" Pan whispered, balls of controlled ki sparkling around them the to light the place. She was gathering her bed things into a haphazard pile.

They were in the high walled throne room, a partially open area with white pillars surrounding it. They both tended to sleep here in the heat of the summer months on Vegetasei, instead of their own rooms which were enclosed and weren't air conditioned. The air was always thick and tropical, but the slight breeze that slide in through the pillars was pleasant and kept them a bit cooler.

Pan slide closer to Vegeta on the marble floor, dragging her blankets with her. She stripped off her thick leather top and pants, and was bare except for her white underthings. Vegeta didnt even flinch; it wasnt like he had never seen her fight like that before. He wore only the bottoms of his black training suit and he was hunched over, wrapping a wound on his hand.

His eyes slide to her lithe form, flickering in the light of the ki. "The moon, i suppose." He answered lazily. "You can *feel* it in yourself, don't act so naive, woman." He cut the bandage on his hand with his canine teeth and began to try to doctor long gashes on his back. He looked a bit clumsy, trying to twist to reach a place between his shoulder blades.

She watched him stumble but didnt do anything, a bit of heat in her cheeks and neck. "How would you know what I feel, Vegeta?" She asked a little caustically, laying on her side and letting her eyes slide closed in an attempt to look non-chalant about it.

He chuckled darkly. "Your body screams at me. It is wanting you to bear brats." He said, still scratching at his back. "You are far past the capable age. When was the last time you mated?" He asked, giving up on his back and turning to a nasty looking welt that looped around his leg.

Pan was jolted out of her act, "Uggh!" She shrieked exasperatedly, breaking their calm atmosphere. "First of all it is none of your concern, Ouji, and second of all, "mated"?!" She waved the arm that wasn't propping up her chin wildly to exaggerate her point.

Vegeta laughed, his dark eyes shining with chagrin. "Well, Princess..." He dragged out the word with much sarcasm. "If it's such an embarassing subject for you---"

"It isn't." Pan cut in sharply, nose turned upwards.

Vegeta continued, as if never interrupted "---then calm your hormones. And would you rather me say 'made love' or something?" He asked, mocking the sickeningly sweet human term. He said it in english, and for a second Pan's mind didnt register the word because she hadnt heard the earth language in such a long time. Like honey, her mind slowly grasped the word.

"No." She said stonily. "I would rather you say 'fucked'." She said the word in english, as she didnt know the Saiya-go for it, or even if there was an exact equivalent.

Vegeta almost looked suprised. "Fine, the last time you 'fucked'." He purred the word out to her, and it sounded alien in his thick accented voice. He looked at her with his evil grin. "You look so sweet when you speak naughty Earth words."

Pan chuckled at his sarcasm and then smacked him on his back. He winced, breaking his own laughter, and she remembered the wounds she had given him that day while sparring. He had seemed a little distracted while he fought (which was very odd for him) She had slammed a ball of crackling ki into his bare back.

Feeling guilty, she scooted up behind him on her knees, one leg on each side of his back, and began to rub an medicinal oil into his flesh. He had been trying to do the same earlier but could not properly reach. He grunted in allowance as she applied the remedy that came from a certain fruit that grew on Vegetasei. It was a sweet fruit that was also edible.


"And anyway." She said, continuing their conversation from before, "My hormones are very much in check." She kneaded the medical oil into a gash near his neck, and he leaned into her, from what she assumed was comfort from her administrations.

They sat in silence for a few minutes while she kneaded his back. His posture because slouched and relaxed, and his body heat was pleasant to her own. She began to get quite relaxed herself, and her eyelids began to seem heavier.

She felt him grin abruptly, and then he purred, "If your hormones are so in check..." He paused, "Then why can I feel your nipples pressing so energetically into my back?" He grinned his lazy grin, and Pan flushed, suddenly more aware of his body thcn she had been before. Then she changed tactics a little, tired of seeming like some clumsy child in front of him.

She pressed her chest against him, and she heard a barely-audible intake of breath, maybe from the combination of his piercing injuries and her body. Pain with a bit of pleasure. "Perhaps I wanted you to feel them." She murmured, a feral grin overtaking her features.

He leaned back until he was comfortably resting into her breasts and said, "Well then, I wont take away your hopes and dreams, or the sick pleasure you get from blatantly trying to seduce me."

Pan smacked him in his face and said "You ass!!" She was about get up quickly and let him fall backwards, but he grabbed her wrist and tugged her into his lap. His chuckling echoed off the high ceilings. She struggled but soon relented; he had always been stronger than her, but then again, she was more flexible and quick than he was.

"You ass monkey, let me the hell up." She said, smacking her hands against his chest with no intent of real harm. She was straddling him, legs around his waist. He let go of her wrists and held his hands away from her. "Leave if you wish." His dark eyes looked into hers earnestly, issuing a challenge. "Good!" Pan said, and she made like she was getting up off of him, keeping her eyes leveled defiantly with his all the way.

She rose up from him stoically, and he 'humphed' and turned his eyes away from hers, flickering with some dark emotion Pan couldnt quite catch.

Then, at the last second she pounced on him, waiting just long enough before plunging her mouth into his to feel his carnal grin against her bottom lip.

She let go all of her coherent thought, and he breathed her in, petty paranoias, lack of inhibitions, strength and weaknesses, all in all, and she felt herself almost slipping....

Then without warning, shadow blanketed them both, the air froze, and nothing on Vegetasei dared breath. A second passed like a millennia. Pan, almost afraid to turn around, looked into Vegeta's eyes.

The prince returned her gaze and said simply:
"They are here."

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