Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Isn't Worth Living Without You ❯ What's Wrong With Pan? ( Chapter 17 )

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Well, heya heya! I guess it's time for the next update, isn't it? THREE CHAPTERS LEFT (The number includes this chapter)!!! Yeah, I know, it's been along, hard road! :'( Well I hope ya will enjoy it!^.^ As always, enjoy!

Last time: Pan has a small talk with Bulma, as did Trunks with Vegeta. Trunks found out that not only was Pan raped, but his mother too, and really sees the connection between the two different couples.

Chapter 18

"AHHH!!"

The castle of the Briefs was awoken by an ear-piercing scream. "What was that?" Bulma turned her confused eyes to Vegeta, who gazed back with a mirror image. "It sounded like…kuso!" Vegeta rushed from their bed, throwing on the first thing he spotted to cover him. Bulma did the same, eager to know what had happened.

Racing out of their rooms, Vegeta headed straight for the 17th floor with Bulma following him, not sure of where he was going. Trunks was the first to get to Pan's floor, being right above it, and nearly broke down her door to get into the room.

There, he found Pan in hysterics, and her phone broken in several pieces on the ground.

"Pan! What happened?!" He went to her bed and tried to hold her hands down to keep her from hurting anyone or herself, but failed. She was screaming and crying uncontrollably. "Pan! Calm down, Pan! What's wrong with you?! Tell me!"

"Leave me alone! Leave me alone, damnit!" Trunks struggled wildly against his disturbed lover.

"What is going on in here?!" Vegeta came into the room, Bulma and Bra behind him. Servants came to the floor, standing around to see what was going on, as well.

"I-I don't know dad! She won't tell me!" He managed to spit out between her scratches and punches. She had already cut up herself and half of Trunks with her sharp, cat-like nails.

"Woman, go get a rag and some cold water. Bra, some bandages and alcohol might be needed," Vegeta sweat-dropped, feeling déjà vu hit him. "Okay!" they said, simultaneously, rushing off. A few servants outside of the room followed Bra, wishing to help. Vegeta walked to the bed, already having his plan of action in his head. He grabbed her ankles tightly, in spite of her violent struggling and screaming.

He forced her legs into an Indian style fashion, and held them down tightly. She cried out, feeling slight pain from his grip.

"Calm down, Pan," he said calmly to her. She began struggling less and less. "Take a note, boy," he started, "If you want her to be calm, you have to act calm." Trunks looked up at his father, mulling over his words. He couldn't argue; it worked.

"Here's the water!" Bulma came in with a small bucket and a big rag. Sitting on the bed by her, she dipped it in the water and advanced towards Pan's face with her hand.

"No…! Stop…!" She muttered to herself, still swinging but with not nearly as much power. Trunks grabbed her hands and crossed them over her chest.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Bulma slowly touched her face with the rag, making her wince and shiver. She started making small strokes over her face with it.

"Here, daddy!" Bra came running back in with servants waiting at the door. It was strange how they had servants but barely asked them to do anything.

"Good."

"We've almost got her calmed down," Bulma sighed heavily, now realizing it was 6 in the morning. "What was wrong with her, mom?" she asked, walking over to them. "We don't know, honey. She still isn't talking to us."

Vegeta let go of her feet cautiously, waiting to see if she'd began to kick again, but her feet did not move.

"Let her go, boy Bra, clean your brother up. Servants, you may leave," he ordered. The servants bowed and left to go do their daily chores. Bra got to Pan's dresser and had opened up the kit, but Trunks hadn't let go of Pan yet.

"I said let go of her," he repeated. "B-but-" "The woman will get her. You need to get yourself taken care of."

Trunks looked at Pan, who still hadn't opened her eyes and stopped muttering since they came in. Reluctantly, he let his hands drop to his sides.

"It's okay, son," Bulma patted him on the hand. Ignoring her, he tried to get up, but as soon as he went back, Pan feel back onto his thigh, sprawling out, and grabbed his leg tightly. Trunks froze. Could he really just get up and leave her.

"Dad, I have to stay-"

"What you have to do is stop your bleeding." Vegeta grabbed Pan by the arms and pulled her up off of him, making her begin to squabble with him again, giving Trunks' a chance to get off the bed. "Be careful-" "Get out of the bed, Trunks," he hissed. Trunks knew he was serious whenever he called him by his name. He came off the bed, and Vegeta let go of her, once again.

Her struggling soon subsided, but now she whimpered. Trunks felt his heart ripping in two. He didn't know why. It wasn't as if he was leaving her stranded somewhere forever, he was just getting a few bandages, but it felt like he was. Vegeta walked over to her broken phone in the corner to see if it could be fixed.

"Pan, honey, what's wrong?" Bulma talked to her in a soothing voice, hoping she might answer her. Pan looked exhausted.

Bra finally got to work on Trunks, seeing as how he finally sat down. His eyes looked as bad as his wounds.

"Bra"

"Hm?"

"Why do I feel like this is all my fault?"

"Because you love her." Bra winked at him.

"Oh." Trunks actually smiled a bit. It was true. He loved her, and loved her a lot. Every time anything was wrong with her, he'd seem feel the pain of it even more than she did.

"Well, this phone is history," Vegeta concluded, standing back up.

"How about we let her get some rest? Maybe she'll be feeling good enough to tell us what happened later on," Bulma pulled her cover over her shivering body.

"I-I don't understand. Why would she throw the phone?"

"Well you know how she gets when she's angry, Trunks," Bra stated.

"Yeah, but, the phone? And why was she holding it in the first place? Wasn't she sleep before she started screaming?"

"You have a point," Bulma thought aloud, "But she might have heard something and thought it was the phone. Or maybe she wasn't sleep and was just playing some sort of game on your phone when whatever happened occurred."

"Maybe she was sleep-walking," Bra shrugged.

"Well, obviously, the only way we're going to find out is from her, so we should take the woman's decision and let her rest," Vegeta made the final decision.

"Pan, listen," Bulma rubbed her back, looking for a signal that she could hear her. Pan whimpered and shifted. "Come downstairs and eat when you're feeling better, okay?" It took a minute, but Pan finally nodded.

"Okay, let's go."

"Ugh."

Pan stumbled to a sitting position on her bed.

"What time is it?" she muttered to herself, turning to her clock on her table.

It was 3 p.m.

"Damn, I've been sleep forever." She crawled out of her bed, going to her closet and changing quickly. 'They must be worried like hell about me…' she thought. She really felt bad, especially since she couldn't tell them what happened after all they had done for her.

"Trunks. I'm sorry," she sniffed, "I know you must be worried, but…I can't see you right now. I need some air." She walked out of the room and stared at the window on the end of the hall.

'That's the only way I'll get out without anyone knowing…this isn't right.' She thought it as clearly as she knew it, but she went for the window either way. Pushing the window up, she flew out of it, then let it down softly and went about her way.

Walking along the building, she went deep into thought; almost a trance. She hadn't even heard foot steps behind her, until it was too late…

Oh my! WHO is it? WHAT will happen?! WHY am I shouting?!? REMEMBER, 2 CHAPTERS LEFT AFTER THIS ONE! Yes, it's coming to an end! :'( Which is bad, because I love it, and good, because then I'll be through with yet another one^^. But still sad! :'( Anywayz, hope you remotely enjoyed it, and I'll be seeing ya next time! Peaces Reeces!

Veggie-Trunks