Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Not Forgotten, Not Alone ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: *Shakes head in denial* no, sadly, I do not own DB/Z/GT or the song. The song belongs to Flaw.

A/N: New story, other one got kinda boring. It's just the prologue, so not very many questions will be answered here.

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Not Forgotten, Not Alone

Chapter 1: Prologue

Her once creamy white skin now held the color of a bruised apple. Her dark red blood now stained her elegant sky blue evening dress.

People had warned her that this would come. If only they could have known the half of it, or if she wouldn't have be so stubborn, then maybe this dreadful life of running wouldn't have come to pass. Oh, if only she could have known then what she knew now, she might have been one of the luckiest ladies alive. But no, that time had passed, and she must now find a way to survive this nightmare of nightmares.

What makes you think that it'll all work out in the end.

Afraid to feel bad.

Better off to try and pretend.

"Come on," he had said, "This could be a chance of a life time. It would be wise not to let it slip by!"

But what did he know? Pan slowly crossed her arms over her legs, and rested her head on her knees, while she sat on the floor. Without noticing, she began it idly finger her necklace. The tarnish long since worn off. It dangled off her slender throat; the rustic silver chain with a small lion connected to it. Two simple words were inscribed into the back, simply stating "Truth, Tears."

The necklace reminded her of her mother. Always with her, but the beauty in it gone forever. Thinking of her always brought unshed tears to her eyes. She was amazed at the prospect that she could even still cry after her long nights. But now, no, she wouldn't cry. Crying was a weakness, and she couldn't afford to be weak. But the sweet bliss in shedding a tear did not escape her mind's eye.

I'm immortal, immune to all that is wrong

Just keep on wishing

Crossing my fingers so long

Deciding that it was time that she now face the dreadful facts, Pan slowly rose and slipped out of her now ruined dress. Such a shame too, she had spent many a hours scrounging up the money to buy it. Tugging on a pair of blue jeans and a plain black shirt, she left to the bathroom to make herself look at least halfway presentable. With her makeup smeared down her face from dry tears, she knew she must make a dreadful appearance.

A small chuckle made itself known as Pan thought of what her mother would say to her now.

"Oh Panny! Look what you have done now! We simply must get you cleaned up. After all, cleanliness is next to godliness…"

Yes, those days, she never missed. Happy was she that they were in her past, even if unfinished things always come to haunt you in the end.

After rinsing off the dried, crusted blood, she went back into the cubical of a room and grabbed her coat. Long and black, it allowed her to hind in the shadows when the time came. Owning nothing else of sentimental value, Pan turned her back and crossed to the door. If only it was as simple to turn her back on her life as it was to turn and walk away from her motel room.

When Pan was around the age of 8 her real parents had disappeared into nothingness and she was placed into some foster house in a months passing. She was thought to be one of the lucky ones, for she was adopted after only a year of being there. However, the once luck she believed in, took a sharp turn to the worst. Her new-found mother had detested her, and her new-found father would visit her in the late of hours. She lived a very lonely life till the age of 15 when she had finally listened to one of her friends advise and ran away from her foster parents. Abusive as they were, they weren't ready to let her escape just yet, and had hired some one to go after her since. Pan is now closing in on her 20th birthday.

Is this helping

I'm growing weaker each day

Can't stop whining

Her running had taken her to the northern most tip of Greenland to the Southern most tip of Australia. However, she always felt safest in Japan. There, it was easy for her to disappear into well-known shadows. Hide out for a few weeks and be off again. Pan never was given the chance to ever make some close friends, she was always too afraid that the man with no face would find her. She didn't want to get any one else involved with this whole thing.

The questions was, who was this unknown man after her, and why were her foster parents so adamant in getting her back?

Closing and locking her door, Pan quietly strolled down the long and narrow hallway to the exit. She needed to get out of there, she had noticed that the man with no face had finally managed to catch her again. But a question still nagged at the back of her head, how had he been able to find her so easily this time. Pan could have sworn she hadn't left any clues leading to her.

Maybe it was time to try and do something new? She had changed her name, changed her look, now she would change her life. She would get a job. This man with no face wouldn't be looking for some one with a job, would he?

So afraid of what I might say or reactions

That control us one and all

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So, how'd you like it? Tell me, and if you don't want to tell me, then you should review, and tell me that you don't want to tell me. See, in the end, everything works out.

Why was Pan all messed up? Good question. I'm not too sure there either. It just kinda sounded like a good opening. And I'm not too sure where I'm going with this either, so, if you have any ideas, feel free to tell me!! Oh yeah, I named the man who was after Pan, "The man with no face," because (this might sound a little strange) I had this really weird dream, and this guy in it had that for his name. Yeah, if you haven't guessed it, Pan will probably meat Trunks in the next two chapters or somewhere along those lines. You know, gotta have those filler chaps.

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