Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Penitent ❯ with a broken wing ( Chapter 1 )

Penitent

 

With a Broken Wing

 

 

 

Yeah, you have created a rift with me

There've been several complications

And I'm left feeling with nothing

I might say

You were wrong to take it from me

Left me feeling nothing

(Disturbed: Num)

 

Pan's narrative:

 

The lonely patio made her sad. There was a light rain beating on the metal roof and she looked out over the small fenced yard that she had called home for the past 5 months. What really made her sad was that she had turned 18 and undoubted would be having a grand Party at CC with Ms Bulma as the perfect host. She missed them all terribly. She did not want to think about how much pain she had caused. Though she knew they did not know where she was, she felt them every day.

 

Pan glanced down at the lovely sliver bracelet that was snugly in place on her wrist. She took a sip of her tea and let the feeling of its warmth seep into her soul. Thinking about Bulma made her smile, but she could not think about the rest of them. Bulma would have understood her mom and dad would never. And Trunks, well she would rather not think about him.

 

Pan really could not touch on why Bulma had befriended her the way she had. However, before that eventful night 6 months ago, before Trunks and her fell into his room in a heated mess, Trunks mom had given her the gift she wore on her arm. Three days she had had the little gift with no idea that it would be what kept them from finding her.

 

<<<Flashback>>>>>

 

Pan arrived at CC to visit. Bulma had smiled happily, as Pan was ushered inside. Pan noticed how happy Bulma had looked. She seemed almost girlish in her mood. Pan could not t help but smile back at her.

 

Mischievously, Bulma told her that she had a surprise for her, which baffled Pan. Nevertheless, without hesitation she had run off out to her labs and came back sporting a small box.

 

Pan loved surprises, so she open to box that revealed a little silver bracelet. She paused and turned it over noticing how it shimmered and seemed to have a vibrating life of its own. She questioned Bulma of it s origin.

 

Happily, the genius lady explained that the vibrations were a Ki disruption mechanism. Each flattened segment had its own chip and battery that sent out disruption signals.

 

In laymen's terms this lilt gadget did nothing better then disrupt a Ki signature.

 

Pan was speechless. Bulma just got off her chair and continued to work in the kitchen humming and giggling.

 

Curiosity and surprise caught in Pans voice, “Bulma why did you give this to me? Are all of us going to get one?”

 

“Eventually, I will make some more, but for now I want you to have it as a special gift.” Bulma winked at Pan

 

“What for?” Pan was too curious.

 

“Oh, a little birdie told me that this would come in handy one day” she gushed

 

<<<End flashback>>>

 

 

Pan mused; she hoped that a little birdie had not told Bulma that her son was going to force himself on to Pan, that he would take advantage of Pans mistake. I hope that Bulma did not know that her bracelet was going to keep anyone finding Pan.

 

 

Whatever the reason then, it served its purpose. Now today was her birthday and she thought of all the things that have happened, since she left that night.

 

Like all victims, she had learned from her night class, she blamed herself. The victim always took some blame in the act. Though she never really explained all of incident to the counselors at her class, she knew she suffered from the symptoms that they explained. What they did not know was that in Part, many of the problems laid in the Siayan makeup. That is why she could really blame herself. Not totally.

 

Trunks had been acting strangely toward her. She openly accepted his challenge. In the three days that it occurred, she did not piece it together. Now 6 months later she knew it for what it was. His behavior was erratic. He began to show more affection toward her then before. Maybe Bulma and Vegeta Knew. In a way, it was typical courting of sorts. She does not know what initially caused it but Trunks had acted on it and in a small way, she had accepted. She never once feigned the possibility that she did not like Trunks everyone knew it!

 

What she lied about to herself and maybe hinted to Trunks was that she was ready for whatever he could dish out. Moreover, those three days were heaven and then hell. He dished out and at first, she obliged and loved the attention. But on that fateful night, when his passion became more then her 17 year mind could handle she balked at his advancement. He was possessed by something because he really could not tell that she was too scared for him to proceed. Therefore, it was her fault she had led him on. But she screamed at herself, he should have stopped when I began to fight him... I did say no.

 

 

Trunks was possessed. He looked out of it at sorts and did what he intended without any remorse. If he had been sorry he would have stopped or apologized or something. Instead, he fell asleep and held on to her as if she belonged to him! She slammed her fists down on the table. She belonged to no one! In addition, he took form her, her innocence and her love that she harbored for him. He killed it when he hit her into submitted.

 

She hated herself for being too weak to fight him off, to really let him know that she was not ready. Then she hated herself for not staying with him and making him take it back, to apologize, to love her. That really made her mad.

 

After she left, she began to feel very bad about the events. She had so much hatred and a lot of fear. Everyone would have known what had happened. She did not want to face all the things, she could not face Trunks or his family, and she was so ashamed that she dared not face her parents. Thank god, Bulma had given her that present.

 

After three months of disappearing, Pan felt the need to go home. She was in a class for victims of rape; she had rented this small bungalow. And she missed everyone dearly. Though she prepared to stay away longer, she doubted she could. However, at that time that she felt the need to return and face everyone, then she made her discovery.

 

She could never go back and face her family because though she could try to hide what happened with trunks before, now there would always be something there, a small reminder of her best and worse night of her life. Her child.

 

 

Three more months passed and Pan was sitting on her birthday alone, sipping her tea listening to the rain. She was thousands of miles away from her safe home, utterly alone and 6 months with child. When her counselors had figured that her incident had resulted in child, they were immediate supportive of her. They had given her a great many options to decide on. Adoption was one that they supported greatly. Pan could not even hear of it. This was a Siayan child. This was the heir to the Royal line of Vegeta. No way would anyone raise a Saiyan that was not one, or was inexperience with one, Plus this was her baby if not more then Trunks's. She loved it vehemently form the moment the two blue lines showed up.

 

She was just not ready to face it though. Eventually, one day when she could handle all the events life had tossed at her she could make heads or tails of it, but right now her hormones and stress form the pass months wore thin on her. Then she felt guilty. She was Saiyan after all and she could handle this, she scolded herself. That made her feel worse.

 

Sadly, as things would go, she was now running very low on her funds. Living in another country put a dent in her once emergency money. Well, six month was a long time to be gone, on your own 17 years old and a foreigner. However, today she should be happy, today she was now old enough to contact her investment broker and begin to live her life as an adult. She was after all a very rich young lady and who better then her an unwed mother to be worthy of having a couple of million dollars?

 

Tomorrow the sun will shine again. Didn't it always seem to shine in south Florida? Today was just a rainy day in August. Tomorrow she could be anywhere in the world, well almost, her belly was very bulging; she would not be ridding an airplane too soon! She smiled and patted her belly. The strong kick came and she smiled more. Her son would kick ass! However, for now she was grounded. Like an angel with broken wings, a very rich angel. She smirked.