Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover ❯ Strange Occurrences ( Chapter 4 )

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“...pregnant,” Vegeta stated as he stared at the amazed crowd in front of him.

“You’re kidding!” Videl yelled as all conscious Sayains held their over sensitive ears in agony.

“Mom,” Pan moaned as a major headache took hold.

“Sorry,” Videl replied sheepishly.

“Oh, my,” was all grandma could get out as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell to the ground with a thud.

“Chi Chi?” a voice asked from somewhere. “Chi Chi! What happened?!”

“Nothing grandpa, grandma just fainted. Some very surprising news,” I explained to my frantic grandfather in the healing tank next to Vegeta’s.

“What?” Goku asked, wondering what the hell had made his mate faint, she was a very strong woman.

“Mom’s pregnant Goku, and that baka over there didn’t have the decency to tell her,” Trunks growled out, finally letting his presence be known.

“Wow Vegeta! You’re going to be a daddy! Man a third uh?” Goku exclaimed excitedly at the prospect of a new Sayain being born.

Throughout the whole conversation a single pair of eyes were glowing from a shadow, watching the scene with the upmost interest. Chuckling to itself, it watched as the females scrambled around to gather the one they called Chi Chi off of the ground and her carried up the stairs. Leaving the males and the one small female. Could she really be the other? One of the two that was predicted to destroy it’s kind. No, impossible. She was weak, but the other, the lavender haired male was definitely one of the predictions. He had shown that when on the field with that shiny alien. Glaring , the shadow shifted, and the figure disappeared.

“Hey guys, did you sense that?” I asked as I looked to the shadows just below the staircase.

“What are you talking about brat?” Vegeta bellowed from his point.

“I just got a really weird feeling that we were being watched, ya know?” I explained as I searched the darkness.

“I know what you mean Pan, it seemed as if watching us,” Trunks said, agreeing with me.
“It’s probably your imagination,” Vegeta growled.

I didn’t say anything, I knew how he could be, since he didn’t sense it, he didn’t believe it was there. I wasn’t the only one though, Trunks said he had felt something as well. What if someone had been listening? That would mean they would know about the baby! That wouldn’t be good. I hope Vegeta was right, I hope it was my imagination.

The room fell silent as grandpa and Vegeta grew weary with fatigue as the sun sank. Trunks and I remained, as Bulma had yet to return to the lab. Turning on the T.V. in the corner, we searched the channels for something good to watch. Coming on a news broadcast, we were about to change when something caught our eye, what we saw scared us shitless. There, in our very own city, stood the aftermath of what looked like a tornado, volcano, and earthquake all in one. Although we knew it to be the doing of none other that Freeza. I couldn’t believe it, an entire city completely gone, and heading our way. I could even see my house, nothing but ashes and rubble, fire burning it still as the trees slowly wilted and fell to the ground. He was heading our way.

“Damn him!” Trunks seethed as he rose to his feet in anger.

“Trunks?” I questioned as I searched his scowled face.

“I’m going,” he stated as he shoved his chair to the ground.

“You can’t!” I shouted, knowing, that even though he at a level three, without help, he didn’t stand a chance.

“I have to.”

“Then I’m coming too.”

“No, you can’t. You’ve got to stay here. He’s almost here Pan, if he reaches this place, everyone is in trouble. Goku and dad are way to weak to fight, Goten can’t battle because of his legs, and there is no way Gohan is moving. Mom and the others will be completely helpless against that bastard. You’re our last line of defense, if he gets through me, someone’s got to be here. Understood?”

“Yeah.”

“Pan, promise me, that no matter what, you will not leave.”

“I promise.”

“Good. And Pan, please don’t get hurt.”

“Be careful Trunks.”

Trunks quickly ran up the stairs and slammed the door. Shutting me in the lab, alone, with my family and friends that Freeza had done harm to. How could Trunks defeat him, when Vegeta and grandpa, who, both at level four, could not? All was lost. It was just a matter of time before we would get the word of Trunks’ death. Would I even be around? Doubtful. Most likely I would break my promise and end up getting killed myself.

Leaving the lab I walked into the kitchen of Capsule Corps, staring out the window, as the starry sky was lit up from the blaze of the demolished city. Over fifteen thousand people were dead, leaving only a select few to pick up the pieces after all this was over. What kind of world would this be when the new child was born? If it was ever born.

“Oh, Pan, have you seen Trunks?” a weary voice asked from the entrance into the neat and tidy kitchen.

“Yeah, why?” I asked as I turned and looked at the sick woman in front of me.

“Oh, nothing. I was just hoping he could watch the monitors for me. I don’t think I can,” Bulma said as she looked up with tired blue eyes.

“He stepped out for awhile, but I’ll stay down there. If anything major happens, I promise I’ll come get you,” I told her, not saying where Trunks had gone. Not wanting to worry her.

“Thank you, dear,” Bulma replied weakly as she left to go to her bedroom on the second floor.

Watching her as she left, I slowly returned to the lab downstairs, dreading the solitude of it all. I know I didn’t have many friends but, without the few I did have, I became lonely. Wondering how Trunks was fairing I let my mind wander as the beeps and buzzes of machines lured me into the world of dreams.

~Dream~

The air smelled of freshly mown grass, and the sweet scent of flowers in bloom. Spring. What a wonderful time of the year. When the destruction of winter was forgotten and the promise of new was brought throughout the land. Smiling to myself I sat up, seeing that I was on top of a hill, over looking a crystal blue pond.

Spring was when flowers were blooming, when you were awaken from your bed by the sound of birds singing. It was a time when animals were coming together to produce offspring. When all seemed right with the world. Yes, spring, what a wonderful thing. Wait! Spring! Why wasn’t I locked up in the GR?! Being out here was extremely dangerous. This was when the male Sayains in our family wanted to rut as my uncle so lovingly put it. Or as Vegeta said, was when the males went looking for a female, sometimes it was mating and other time it was just for release. No permanent thing. Just sex and that’s all.

“Oh man,” I groaned as I looked around, not sensing anything, I stood and ran to the nearby forest, hoping that my grandfather and father’s instinct for nature was passed down unto me.

Almost there, almost there, I chided my self, on the brink of the trees that shaded you from the blistering heat. Running I looked behind me, I felt myself hit something hard. Looking up I came face to face with red eyes, gleaming with hunger. I tried to scream, but noting came. Seeing Trunks like this really freaked me out. Never had I been scared of him.

Kneeling down to where I was, I felt his warm breath on my ear as it trailed down to my neck. A shiver ran up my spine as I felt things I had never experienced in my life. Feeling his lips meet mine in a scorching kiss, made a feeling in my lower stomach form. I felt his tongue lick my lower lip as I gasped in surprise, his tongue entered my mouth. Searching everywhere, while I let out a moan in pleasure. I could feel his hands roaming my petite frame, as I writhed in ecstacy.

Sounds of pleasure filled my ears and I heard a ear shattering scream. What the hell?! As the world around me fell, leaving me in a black void. Looking to the side I saw a bright light, growing larger as I felt my body lifting and growing. Soon the entire light surrounded me, deafening my scream of fright.

~End Dream~
Opening my heavy eyes, I scolded myself for such a dream and for the fact I had fallen asleep on the job. And again I heard the scream, louder than before as I heard a thud from the above level of the house. Oh, no, Freeza must of got past Trunks. Running up the stairs I entered the living room, where, on the ground, laid a pool of blood and a body.

“Trunks,” I whispered out as I ran to his side.

I soon found out who the scream had been from, Bra, who had been watching one of her favorite movies, had turned around to spot her brother, barely alive on the floor. Now on the couch Bra sat looking down on us, her arms crossed as she screamed for all she was worth. Awakening everyone else that was still alive in the city.

“Shut up!” I yelled as I glared at her from where I kneeled.

Crying to herself now, I heard my mother and grandmother come into the room with a soft gasp from both, as the stress became to much and they fell to the ground. Groaning to myself, I looked over to the two fallen figures with exasperation written all over my face. The next thing I knew was the voice of Bulma was screaming at all with anger.

“What the fuck is going on around here?!” she roared from where she stood in the doorway.

“Bulma! Trunks is hurt bad!” I cried out as tears fell down my face.

“Oh dear Kami,” she breathed out as she ran to her fallen son. “What happened?”

“Freeza went on a rampage, and he went to try and stop him. I was to stay here in case worse came to worse and I needed to fight and get him away from here. I didn’t tell you because of things I am not at liberty to discuss,” I explained as we lifted him from the ground.

Using all our strength we finally got him down into the lab that was the same from when I left it. Kami, how could he get this beat up? It was awful, I’m not even sure he’ll survive this one. Looking down into his pain twisted face, I cringed. I followed through with my promise, how stupid. I could’ve helped.

“No Pan. You weren’t stupid. If you hadn’t of done so, I would of been hurt worse,” Trunks groaned out.

“What?” I questioned as he was rolled away into the next room where Bulma was. Did I say that out loud? No. What the fuck?!

Minutes turned to hours as I sat in the so called waiting room, of course waiting for the news on the outcome of the almost dead male that I had come to cherish in my heart. Mind you, I don’t think I loved him, it was more of a feeling of which was like a best friend thing.

“Pan?” a voice whispered.
“Hm?” I questioned as I lifted my tired eyes to the person who had spoke to me earlier.

“You’re still here?” Bulma asked as she let her hand drop from where it had laid against the doorframe she was standing in.

“Yeah. How is he?” I shakily got out as I searched the eyes of the exhausted woman.

“Oh, Pan, I don’t know if he’ll escape this one. He’s hurt...bad,” Bulma whispered as she left the place where she stood and walked over to the chair that was empty beside where I was currently at.

“Can I see him?” I sighed out, my mind registering what had just been said.

“Not now, but stay the night, and in the morning, I’ll let you see him,” Bulma explained as she and I left the downstairs and went our respected ways.

Walking up the stairs, I entered the third floor of the huge mansion. Strolling down the familiar corridor, I faintly heard the snoring of Bra when I walked past her room. Placing my hand over my mouth, I tried not to break down in laughter, which was very hard. Strolling past five more doors, I found the door that was my room for whenever I would stay here the night.

Opening the door I was greeted by the familiar surroundings. The feel of the thick black carpet against my feet as I kicked off my shoes. Looking around the red walls I found my way over to the closet and opened it up. Steeping into it, I remembered the first time I had ever saw it, the thing was bigger than my entire room, and had been painted a vibrant blue. Bulma had let me decorate the room however I pleased, not caring in the least. Once I had slipped into my gray tank-top and matching pants(pajamas), I ran to the bed and jumped into the king sized bed. Snuggling into the black sheets, red comforter, and vibrant blue pillow case(black, bright blue, and red are my favorite colors) I leaned over to turn off the bedside lamp, but something caught my eye. On the stand next to the bed, was a picture of me and Trunks at the park. I was sitting on the branch of a tree, as Trunks sat beside me. Both of us smiling and holding peace signs up with our fingers. Smiling to myself, I turned the lamp off, and slipped into a fitful sleep.

A couple hours later, I awoke with a start. I couldn’t remember what the dream, or more like nightmare, had been about. All I remembered was Trunks had died, saving me. Feeling the familiar wetness on my cheeks, as my eyes let out their waterfall of tears. Scurrying out of the now suffocating bed, I threw open the door and ran down the hall.

Reaching my destination, I quickly pushed the door open and silently closed it with a small latch sound. Practically running, I threw myself into the black furnished bed that belonged to the only person who could comfort me in a time like this. Curling up into a ball I moved the black pillow under my head, and pulled the dark blankets around my shaking form. Breathing in the forest scent that belonged to him alone, I fell asleep with reassuring aura of Trunks.

Not even realizing that I had fallen asleep, I looked at the clock by the bed and read the time. Oh man, ten o’clock, I’d definitely slept way over when I usually got up. Rushing out of the room I ran to the one that had been given to me, even though my parents had disagreed at the time. Chuckling to myself I remembered the time Bulma had, had the bright idea to make everyone that was a close friend a room in her home. My parents told her they were afraid that I would spend more time here than at home. They were right.

Ten minutes later, I practically soaring down the stairs into the kitchen on the lower level. Finally reaching my destination, I could hear the idiotic giggling of Bra as she talked to one of slutty friends from our own destroyed school. Seeing my mom, I smiled in greeting as she returned it and handed me a plate of food, which I quickly excepted without hesitance.

“So, what makes you wake so late?” mom asked as she sat across the table from me with a cup of coffee.

“Imaduladyeam,” Pan mumbled between mouth fools, translating into the sentence ‘I had a bad dream.’ But raising and living with Sayains, Videl knew what her daughter had said.

“Why didn’t you come get your father or I?”

“Bewause.”

“Because, why?”

Sighing, Pan put down her fork, and looked her mother in the eye. “Sorry mom, I just didn’t feel like talking.”

“So that’s why you were in Trunks’ room, huh?”

“How do you know?!”

“Oh and by the way, Trunks is awake and is asking for you as soon as your done eating.” Videl said, side stepping the question.

Discarding my breakfast without a second look, which was saying a lot for my appetite, I ran down the stairs, missing the smirk of my mother. Deciding against walking down the stairs I slid down the metal railing that was off to the side of the long stairway. Finally reaching the room where the Z gang was, I sat down breathing heavily, I was such a ditz, I couldn’t believe I didn’t take any food with me, my stomach hurts.

“Pan, you’re up!” Bulma sang out as she strolled from where she was to where I had collapsed into a very firm, not to comfortable, office chair.

“Yeah, I kinda slept in,” I smiled, rubbing the back of my neck in the familiar Son fashion that had been passed down from generation to generation.

“That’s alright. I knew you had to be tired, all that stress and stuff. I was about to pass out yesterday,” Bulma chuckled to herself as she looked around the room. “Pan, Trunks is still in intensive care, but refuses to have anyone near him until he sees you. I tried convincing him that you were fine, and that as soon as he was well, you would come. He wouldn’t listen. Wait here. A robot will come when you can go see him,” and with that said she left that particular room.

Sighing, I leaned against the chair, I didn’t know why I felt so weak, but I did. The very energy that I usually possessed was gone. Sliding down the wall, I fell asleep, as I heard the amused chuckle of none other than the king himself.

“Pan wake up. Please wake up,” an annoying voice said as it poked me in the shoulder.

Out of reflex I grabbed the little thing in front of me. Throwing myself on top of it, I glared down on the little robot that tried to get away.

“Giru, giru, Pan mad. Danger!” the robot yelled trying his best to get away.

“GIRU!” I screeched as I drew him into a tight hug that, if he breathed, would of suffocated him.

“Pan, may go see Trunks now,” his voice said as he still struggled in my grasp.

Laughing I let go of the tiny robot as I ran to the room where Trunks lay. Finding the room wasn’t really that hard, but I wanted to cry out in pain as I fell to the ground in a heap of misery. Finding it hard to breath, I concentrated on the steady rising and falling of my chest as each intake became harder and harder. I didn’t even register the fact that Bulma and her colleagues had rushed to my side. The only think that I did register however was the voice that told me to hang on.

Sitting up suddenly, I almost cried out with pain. It seared everywhere from my head to my toes. I could faintly hear the sobbing of people outside the walls I was in now. Looking around the room I noticed I wasn’t alone. Looking at the resting figure in the bed next to mine, I checked him over with my eyes as his breathing, now steady, calmed my racing heart.

“Pan?” his voice called weakly from where he lay.

“Yeah?” I asked back.

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“It’s nothing, and by the way, I will miss you.”

“Miss me?”

“Yeah, when you go to America.”

Silence took over as I wondered how he found out. Soon though, the room was once agin filled with laughter and talking as we talked of old times and new times yet to come.

IN THE NEXT ROOM

“What happened to her?” Videl asked worriedly to the now fully conscious male Sayains (all of them are awake now).

“Yes, what’s going on with my daughter?” Gohan asked as his worry for her increased.

“You are bunch of imbeciles, you know that,” Vegeta snapped out as he glared at the clueless group around him.

“What are you talking about?” Goten asked towards his father and king.

“It’s simple boy, they’ve bonded,” Vegeta growled out.

“Bonded?”

“Yes, bonded. Where a male and female Sayain who are to become mates form a bond. There aura’s join together. With this now occurring with the two they should be able to talk telepathically, feel each other’s pain, and they feed off each other’s energy. That’s why Pan has been so tired lately. Trunks has been using her strength to help heal him so he can survive as well. Without it he would of died. And your little Pan passed out because of the pain she felt through him,” Vegeta explained glaring at the confused people around him. And for once in his life Goku smirked, not a smile, a true Sayain smirk.

“So, it won’t be long will it? But she’s to young for this planet. She needs to be sent away. To another country perhaps, where he cannot find her,” Goku said as he concentrated on the problem at hand.

“What’s he talking about Vegeta?” Bulma asked her mate with curiosity lining each word.

“He means, woman, that the next time spring hits, Trunks will take Pan whether you like it or not,” Vegeta said.

“Take her?” Chi Chi asked in wonderment.

“Yes, Chi Chi, take her,” Goku tried explaining to his clueless mate.

“Uh?” all the females in the room asked.

“Man, mom, hun, Bulma, what those two over there mean is Pan will no longer belong to us, she’ll belong to Trunks. When spring hits as you probably all know what happens then. Trunks will seek out Pan, and she will become his mate, even at the age of fourteen,” Gohan explained further.

“But my Trunks wouldn’t do that,” Bulma chided towards Gohan.

“Woman! Of course he would! At that point in the season he isn’t thinking rationally. All he will be thinking about his making Pan his!” Vegeta bellowed, exasperated how dense they could all be.

SOMEWHERE ELSE(NOT TELLING WHERE)

“Well, well, what do you know..” a female voice scoffed as she watched the her loyal servant tell her of the happenings on the planet Earth. “What do you know..”

Turning around, she stood from her chair and walked to the middle of the large room she occupied. Twirling in a circle, green hair flowing outwards, she laughed as the ship around her hissed with pressure. Her golden mask hiding her face, gleamed in the lamplight as her white dress that went to the floor billowed out with each of her moves.

“Soon my dear, we will meet.”
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A/N: R&R