Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover ❯ Enter Sanako ( Chapter 15 )
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By: CowgirlUSA 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.14.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 360 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.14.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 360 | Status: Completed
A/N: I got over 100 reviews! You wouldn’t believe that when I first started this I was hoping to just get over 50. Now look, I doubled that. I thank you all so very much! ::skips around the room doing my happy dance:: (FF.bet)
MM.org: Thank you to all who have reviewed so far, it is very kind. I would also like to through out a special thanks to Sakag for being such a wonderful reviewer and supporter of this fic. Thank you, you’re the best!
Disclaimer: I wish, but alas, some dreams just don’t come true.
Smiling, his eyes traveling the rising males, he chuckled lowly, amused at their vulnerability and weakness. Their resounding fear, whether for themselves or the one’s they cherished, he didn’t quite know, but he guessed the latter. Their bodies, though heavily ridden with muscle, were nothing compared to him, nothing to endanger his quest.
A large ball of energy gathered in his hand, black as the evil that resided in his now tainted heart. Red streaks of lightening flashed around the attack, feeding it even more, making it enlarge. The wind whipped around, blowing my pulled back hair about me, my sweat-pants pulled tightly against my calves.
The great ball still enlarging, started hurting things before it was even released. I could feel my skin burning, the intense power hurting my delicate body. Scowling, and blinking up at the person I had fallen in love with, I gathered my courage.
Releasing the attack, I watched the fear form on my family’s face, their bodies shaking, but still they stood. Powering up, my hair turning blue, my wardrobe changing to that of the ancients, I instant transmitted in the path of the energy.
Swinging my arm, blocking and skyrocketing the blast, I glared at the imposing figure. His evil rivaled my good, my light rivaled his darkness. In strength, we were equal, one in the same, but there was only one thing, their would be only one victor, but at what cost?
A roar of defiance, of pure and utter despise, erupted from his mouth, his head thrown back, his chest puffed outwards. Eyes wild and murderous, he stared down at me with vengeance, his gaze tearing at my already fractured heart. His body tensed, if only for a second, his eyes softening, the color changing into a gentle maroon, instead of the heated scarlet.
Reeling backwards, his hands holding his head, Trunks scrunched his face up, pain rocketing through every nerve in his system. Shaking from side to side, he tried with desperate attempts to rid himself of the horrific feeling that shot through him. His knuckles turned white, his face red, he closed his eyes, trying to retain his composure, to loose himself in the eternal world he had been once before.
Regaining control, his eyes meant mine, and the softening never came. Shooting forward, I had only moments to prepare for what was coming, for the beginning of the end. Following his every move with my eyes, I quickly held up my arms, blocking his punch from reaching its destination.
Flipping backwards, I watched him with hooded eyes, hy mouth frowning as I contemplated my next move. I could read his mind as easily as he could read mine, our thoughts one, since we had yet to practice how to stop the flow. I knew where he would go next, knew his next move, as he did me.
Willing my head to go blank, a clean piece of paper, I took off, directing my body in different patterns, trying to distract him. Reaching my opponent, I gathered a simple wave in my hands, aiming for the back of his head. Releasing the energy, I watched as he twisted about, his swift movements knocking the blast from its orbit.
Growling, frustration welling up deep within my chest, I tried to do the same again. Going on instinct, I shot high into the air, and into the cover of a grove of trees. Directly in front of him I watched with keen eyes as he moved about, his movements slow and sluggish.
Sprouting from the cover, my body aimed for his person, I prepared for the coming attack. Wind whipped my air, my lungs finding it hard to inhale and exhale oxygen, I charged at Trunks’ form.
Punch met punch, fist to fist. Kick met kick. Every attack I through was dodged, every block he put up was already known. We could not fight one another, we knew each other’s every move, every thought.
Backing off, a determined look etched across my features, I watched him with hooded eyes. Concentrating on him, I zeroed in on his every move, his every thought. The evil that programmed his once pure head swivelled around in mine. Her laughter, her evil soul controlling his every emotion, his existence.
Barely dodging his blast, I cursed myself for being so preoccupied. Watching my opponent, I crept about, feeling the air, feeling nature give me its encouragement. The grass reaching up, trying to give me their strength, the wealth of life, to help in this ongoing struggle. The world around me could feel my pain, just like I could their’s.
Once again locked in a heated battle, I looked into his endless depths. Their ice cold hue freezing me to the core. Haunted spirits of his past life. A life filled with love, with sorrow, and adventure. His entire world gone beneath his feet, letting him fall into a dark pit of nothing, no feeling, nothing. Just a void existence as his body destroys, and his soul and heart are powerless to stop it.
Light flashed in the heavens, blinding us as it stung us with its intensity. The sight like a cosmic comet exploding throughout the skies, dooming our planet. The sonic boom hurt our sensitive ears, the large thunder like echoes sounding off the canyons.
Staring off, high up above us, Trunks looked at in wonderment, his eyes traveling the skies, searching, searching for some object. His eyes seemed to light up with a hidden idea, is head turning to meet mine, and a smirk crossed his twisted features.
A sharp intake of breath, my lungs hurting, I watched him fly off towards where he had been looking previously. Sighing, I gingerly touched my shoulder, a place that was burned from an attack I had failed to block. The tender caress made me wince, the pain shooting up and down my forearms like hot embers of hell.
Turning away from the place where he had previously flew, I looked down at my stunned, speechless family. Their awed figures staring up at my floating figure, their minds trying to take in what previously occurred.
Landing, my body returning to its original state, I watched with clouded eyes as the others rushed to my side. The world swam before my orbs, colors and objects blurring together to become one. Legs giving out, I fell to the ground, my eyes becoming heavier and heavier, my world becoming darker and darker.
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Awaking, buzzing and whirring filling the space, I looked around with a heavy head. Pounding freight trains thundered under the walls of my skull, rocketing their way through the rails of my mind. Scrunching up my face, I tried to make sense of what was happening, and where I was at the current moment.
The bed was soft, and white. Very white. Oh no! I’m in a hospital! Arms waving about, and legs lashing out, I re-visioned the previous times I was confined to those walls. Different and various needles poking and prodding you, going underneath the skin and into your veins, drawing out your precious blood.
Tubes of all sorts would run down into your arms, draining their contents into your body. Shivering at the thought, I looked around wildly, wishing that I was back outside, passed out upon the hard ground.
Hearing the door open, I quickly turned to the direction, searching for the source of the noise, preparing myself for a doctor or nurse to appear. But what I saw was much, much worse. Bulma, with a smile upon her face.
Her crisp lab coat fit in perfectly with the attire of Capsule Corps medical facility. Her short blue hair flowing about her as her ocean eyes smiled down upon me. Her unusually happy exterior making my eye brows raise, her smile setting my curiosity to float.
“Good afternoon sleepy head,” her delicate voice filtered through the room, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
“Afternoon? Man, I practically slept the whole day away,” I held my head in wonderment as she sat herself down upon the edge of the bed.
“Not just one day, dear, but several. Your transformation seems to take more out of you than we realized,” Bulma’s eyes sparkled with mirth, her face glowing.
“Several? Oh man, what’s happened since then?” my eyes bulged, more than one day, more than a few hours!
“Not much really, I mean, if you’re referring to Trunks, and all that. He hasn’t shown back up, nor has the monster that’s controlling him. But we did find out a few interesting things,” her hands clasped together in her lap, her fingers twisting together.
“Such as?” I cocked my head to the side, a calculating expression forming over my once worried one.
“Like, how long have you and my son been intimate?” her question caught me off guard, a blush staining my cheeks.
“Um, I, we, you see,” I stammered dumbly, my face ablaze with a heated fire that spread all over my skin.
“Its just a simple question, I was only curious?” she shrugged her shoulder’s has if it didn’t matter, but her eyes told different.
“How did you know?” I was still nervous, looking down at my own hands, which had suddenly become very interesting appendages.
“One, the mark on your neck, its pretty obvious. Plus, when Vegeta carried you in here, and we were alone, he mentioned that you smelled a lot like my eldest son,” her body turned towards me, her happiness overflowing.
“Just the other night, Bulma. He thought that perhaps if we were mates, my life wouldn’t be in as great of danger, I guess we were wrong,” I looked down sorrowfully, my heart falling deep within my chest.
“Maybe not, Pan, there’s something we need to talk about, something that’s happened,” fear shot through me, her eyes were so melancholy.
“What do you mean, Bulma?” my voice squeaked, what was wrong with me?
“There’s something very wrong, something I can’t do anything for, and I fear, that it may prevent you from battling. And we need you,” my eyes shot wide, what could possibly be so terrible?
“There’s absolutely nothing, you can do?” I looked at her with exasperation, a queasy pit settling in me.
“No, nothing,” her voice dropped even more, and she started telling me what was wrong with me.
My heart heavy, I listened to her tell me, giving me explicit reasons for why this happened. I could feel my world shattering beneath my feet, falling into a dark oblivion. Tears came to my eyes, my body wanting more rest, and my soul needing Trunks. My skin chilled, I listened to the haunting realization, the facts flowing from her lips as it further doomed our world.
Pulling my knees up to my chest, I rested my chin on my them, my face soaked. Covering my eyes with my hands, I sighed deeply, waiting for her to finish. I no longer needed to hear the details. The truth was here, before my eyes, the words floating in the air hollow reminders of what was happening.
Looking to the side, my ears ignoring the pointless rambling of her voice, I stared unblinkingly at the bare, white wall. My head swirling with emotions, with images of what the desolate planet this world could become. Holt, molten lava running over the lands, burning and scorching those few survivors. Red skies, filled with dark, purple clouds that flashed black lightening from the skies, striking the cracking ground. No foliage, except for one bare tree, its dark trunk and branches bare of any life.
Waking from my revery, I looked at Bulma, her expression unreadable as she looked at my downcast form. Empathy filled her orbs, overflowing, spilling out and through her actions, I tried to take comfort. Her hands rubbed my arm soothingly, her smooth appendages caressing my slightly marred skin.
“Bulma?” I looked into her eyes, my features stern as I decided on what I had, and must do.
“Yes, dear?” she looked at me now, her actions ceasing as she concentrated fully on my words.
“I have a request,” looking away, I listened at the beeping and whirring sounds of the machines that were scattered throughout the room.
“What is it?” her hand grabbed mine, squeezing and reassuring me as I tried to form the words.
“Please don’t tell them,” my voice broke, I couldn’t let the others know, I just couldn’t.
“But Pan...” I cut her off, my look of anger that flashed in my eyes, unnerving her as she scooted back slightly.
“No, Bulma. I am in charge, Trunks has took a mate, and Vegeta has stepped down, you must listen to me. I do not wish to be so forceful, but if the need arises, I shall have too. They cannot know, if they do, they may prevent me from fighting, then none of us will survive. I must do this, no matter what. No matter of this new obstacle that has arisen, I must go on,” looking at her face, a dawning realization washed over her, her acceptance clear.
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Trunks walked through the long hallway, his body back to normal, but his eyes still gleamed. He looked at the shadowed guards, their hooded eyes and grotesque bodies looking of ogres. Their long green hair fell to their mid back, unruly and tangled as it fell in waves. Their purple skin was marred and torn from numerous battles, and their weapons very primitive.
Growling in annoyance, Trunks looked at them with disdain, such simpletons they were, and she expected to win with such a poor excuse of an army. Shaking his head, he looked at the blood stained carpeting, the place was in shambles, this makeshift castle she had constructed to accommodate her.
The double doors loomed ahead, their intricate designs spiraling downwards and combining into one massive circle in the middle. Comets of gold flashed across the red painted sky, the blood like color seemingly dripping down onto his hands as he touched the barricades. The cold handles cooled his heated skin, and soothed his frazzling nerves, what was wrong with him?
A need was growing from deep within his being, consuming his entire body. It called to Trunks, telling him things he did not want to hear. His flesh was ablaze with an unseen fire, the urge growing and welling deep in the pit of him. Images of a woman with an unseen face flashed before his eyes, her body beneath his, writhing in ecstacy, and a feeling of completeness filling him.
Sighing, and shaking the wayward thoughts from his mind, Trunks cursed his now apparent need. His skin needed the physical touch of someone, but whom he could not place. But the feeling would not cease, only intensifying, growing in strength as time progressed.
Teeth gnawing together in frustration, his maroon, sedated eyes turned a shining crimson, the same hue as the door. Pushing forward, the doors swung loudly against the walls, dust flying, and minions scrambling. The wall of particles hiding his agitated form from the view of the onlookers.
Trudging his way down the long carpet, dense air cleared for the tempered prince. Gasps were heard as the others feared his power, his rage, his absolute strength. Trunks looked up at her hollow, shadowed eyes. Just dark pits of black, her eyes hidden in the depths of her covering, securing her secrecy.
Her white robes fell into large heaps upon the dirt caked floor, the ends of the material becoming stained. Her long green hair, perfectly gleamed, and joined her gown. The strands fell down to the floor, even if she were to stand. Her perfectly painted lips were licked enticingly, inviting him over to her. The gleam of the sinking sun shone perfectly on her flawless complexion, the pale skin lively and healthy.
“Well, well, Takakazu, I’ve been waiting,” her voice was like silk in his ears, her sweet caress driving him further, closer to his need.
“Yes, it has, my love,” her smile brought his sexual desires to surface further, his hard member stretching the material of his armor.
“You are excited to see me, yes?” standing, her body swaying, the masked female strolled to the awaiting Saiyan, her cold smirk setting his blood to boil.
“Of course, why would I not be?” he watched her approach, her fingers dancing teasingly over her covered form.
“Oh, let me help you with that,” she quickly got to her knees, bending down to his member, and kissed him tauntingly over the material.
(A/N: Um, yeah, there is a lemon scene here, but I’m not going to write one, because, Trunks doing that with someone else is just wrong, but is necessary for this story. So, use your imagination)
Laying next to her sweat soaked body, his own body completely sated, a scowl arose. Deep within himself, Trunks knew something was wrong, something was missing. The sexual need had disappeared, the pleasuring act he had been in successfully draining him. But the feeling of emotion that had arose from that image or memory had not appeared. The woman with no face had been loving, caring, and though the darkness was disgusted with this revelation, his body still called for it.
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Walking about the forest, in which my grandfather owned, I held my side in slight pain, the large, dark bruise covering most of where my ribs were. Ultimately, I had ended with several cracked ribs, and an order to stay in bed, one that I had immediately disobeyed. The forest had healing powers, their essences seeping in my skin, down deep, where I needed it the most.
The clear blue sky was up above, the winged hawks soaring and surveying the land. Their keen eyes searching the layout below, looking for a field mouse or other small prey to take back to their nest.
Sighing, a sense of peace settled within me, the gentle flowing river only yards away, the cool mist spraying up against my skin. The heat blazed, the summer day reaching scorching temperatures. The green foliage turning up their leaves, their fragile beings browning and drying. The ground was hard, and cracking, desperately calling out for rain, for a simple shower to return the nutrients that was so needed.
Slipping out of my shirt, wincing slightly at the jostling of my wounds, I laid the article of clothing upon a rock. Shrugging out of my sports bra, completely soaked with sweat, I let the cold air hit my heated skin, cooling and drying the perspiration.
Completely unclothed, I slid into the healing waters, the cold liquid racing over my soar and tiring body. The small pebbles beneath my toes moving slightly every time I shifted positions. Small golden fish swam about in the depths, suckling lightly on the end of my toes, tickling the sensitive skin.
Contentedly relaxing into the rounded rocks embedded within the bank of the river, I sighed with peace. The sweet song of the birds, the rushing water around me, and the slight breeze that swept my hair off of my sweaty back. Tiring quickly, my eyes drooping, I shook my head, aggravated that I would have to leave so soon.
Standing, a shiver running up my spin, I rubbed my arms, the cool air raising goose-bumps upon my body. Grabbing the discarded clothing, I looked around suspiciously, an off like aura seemingly moving closer to the forest. But as soon as I found it, it disappeared in thin air, all traces of what was, completely destroyed.
Shrugging my shoulders, I pulled my clothes on wishing that I had brought my jean jacket with me, or a towel at least. Grabbing the purple backpack, I shrugged it over my shoulders, looking back once at the hidden oasis, its mystifying powers drawing my soul to it. Turning about, a chill ran over me, and this time, it was not from the cold.
Pivoting quickly on the ball of my foot, I looked behind me, spotting something I wished had remained hidden. The golden mask, and long flowing robes brought a horrible memory to the surface, the alien that appeared several year ago, was back. Dropping my bag to the ground, the contents spilling forth, I looked at her with shock.
“Its good to see you again,” I looked at her with horror, her presence making my skin crawl with disgust.
“Why did you come back?” I growled out, still shaken slightly, but a hold of my feelings more.
“To destroy the race that destroyed mine, of course,” her voice was like a black velvet, enticing and forbidden. “My name is Sanako, and I will be the one to arrange your funeral, Briefs Pan.”
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Quotes to remember...
With great power, comes great responsibility. With great responsibility, comes great heartache. With great heartache, come great evil. An evil so wicked that one such as Freeza would become the hero. And I realized from that point, that to become one with this power, good would become bad, bad would become good, and all that I knew, would virtually be flipped around, so that nothing made sense.
And....
Several years from now,
On the night of the darkest sky,
Two babe’s will be born,
One dark, one light.
One royal, and one of common birth,
Will fight against the other.
The world will battle,
Brother against brother.
The day will come,
When the skies painted red,
The heavens crying,
For the dead.
Blue hair, against black,
The battle will rage on,
And who is to be the winner,
Is not decided on.
The dust will clear,
The tears will fall.
And through the night,
A mourning call.
For the two were lovers,
Two halves of a whole.
And with the outcome,
The other must fall.
And...
His evil rivaled my good, my light rivaled his darkness. In strength, we were equal, one in the same, but there was only one thing, their would be only one victor, but at what cost?
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A/N: Hehehe, sorry about taking forever to update, I truly am sorry. I hope this chapter was up to your satisfaction. As always, R&R!
CowgirlUSA
MM.org: Thank you to all who have reviewed so far, it is very kind. I would also like to through out a special thanks to Sakag for being such a wonderful reviewer and supporter of this fic. Thank you, you’re the best!
Disclaimer: I wish, but alas, some dreams just don’t come true.
Undercover
By: CowgirlUSA
Chapter 15: Enter Sanako
My sore body forgotten, I watched in horror as an evil smile lightened his handsome face, the hair swirling around his features, framing it. His muscles bulged every time he inhaled, his immense energy coiling like a serpent across his body. The gleam in his eyes was wicked, evil, murderous. The prince of Saiyans was gone, gone for eternity.By: CowgirlUSA
Chapter 15: Enter Sanako
Smiling, his eyes traveling the rising males, he chuckled lowly, amused at their vulnerability and weakness. Their resounding fear, whether for themselves or the one’s they cherished, he didn’t quite know, but he guessed the latter. Their bodies, though heavily ridden with muscle, were nothing compared to him, nothing to endanger his quest.
A large ball of energy gathered in his hand, black as the evil that resided in his now tainted heart. Red streaks of lightening flashed around the attack, feeding it even more, making it enlarge. The wind whipped around, blowing my pulled back hair about me, my sweat-pants pulled tightly against my calves.
The great ball still enlarging, started hurting things before it was even released. I could feel my skin burning, the intense power hurting my delicate body. Scowling, and blinking up at the person I had fallen in love with, I gathered my courage.
Releasing the attack, I watched the fear form on my family’s face, their bodies shaking, but still they stood. Powering up, my hair turning blue, my wardrobe changing to that of the ancients, I instant transmitted in the path of the energy.
Swinging my arm, blocking and skyrocketing the blast, I glared at the imposing figure. His evil rivaled my good, my light rivaled his darkness. In strength, we were equal, one in the same, but there was only one thing, their would be only one victor, but at what cost?
A roar of defiance, of pure and utter despise, erupted from his mouth, his head thrown back, his chest puffed outwards. Eyes wild and murderous, he stared down at me with vengeance, his gaze tearing at my already fractured heart. His body tensed, if only for a second, his eyes softening, the color changing into a gentle maroon, instead of the heated scarlet.
Reeling backwards, his hands holding his head, Trunks scrunched his face up, pain rocketing through every nerve in his system. Shaking from side to side, he tried with desperate attempts to rid himself of the horrific feeling that shot through him. His knuckles turned white, his face red, he closed his eyes, trying to retain his composure, to loose himself in the eternal world he had been once before.
Regaining control, his eyes meant mine, and the softening never came. Shooting forward, I had only moments to prepare for what was coming, for the beginning of the end. Following his every move with my eyes, I quickly held up my arms, blocking his punch from reaching its destination.
Flipping backwards, I watched him with hooded eyes, hy mouth frowning as I contemplated my next move. I could read his mind as easily as he could read mine, our thoughts one, since we had yet to practice how to stop the flow. I knew where he would go next, knew his next move, as he did me.
Willing my head to go blank, a clean piece of paper, I took off, directing my body in different patterns, trying to distract him. Reaching my opponent, I gathered a simple wave in my hands, aiming for the back of his head. Releasing the energy, I watched as he twisted about, his swift movements knocking the blast from its orbit.
Growling, frustration welling up deep within my chest, I tried to do the same again. Going on instinct, I shot high into the air, and into the cover of a grove of trees. Directly in front of him I watched with keen eyes as he moved about, his movements slow and sluggish.
Sprouting from the cover, my body aimed for his person, I prepared for the coming attack. Wind whipped my air, my lungs finding it hard to inhale and exhale oxygen, I charged at Trunks’ form.
Punch met punch, fist to fist. Kick met kick. Every attack I through was dodged, every block he put up was already known. We could not fight one another, we knew each other’s every move, every thought.
Backing off, a determined look etched across my features, I watched him with hooded eyes. Concentrating on him, I zeroed in on his every move, his every thought. The evil that programmed his once pure head swivelled around in mine. Her laughter, her evil soul controlling his every emotion, his existence.
Barely dodging his blast, I cursed myself for being so preoccupied. Watching my opponent, I crept about, feeling the air, feeling nature give me its encouragement. The grass reaching up, trying to give me their strength, the wealth of life, to help in this ongoing struggle. The world around me could feel my pain, just like I could their’s.
Once again locked in a heated battle, I looked into his endless depths. Their ice cold hue freezing me to the core. Haunted spirits of his past life. A life filled with love, with sorrow, and adventure. His entire world gone beneath his feet, letting him fall into a dark pit of nothing, no feeling, nothing. Just a void existence as his body destroys, and his soul and heart are powerless to stop it.
Light flashed in the heavens, blinding us as it stung us with its intensity. The sight like a cosmic comet exploding throughout the skies, dooming our planet. The sonic boom hurt our sensitive ears, the large thunder like echoes sounding off the canyons.
Staring off, high up above us, Trunks looked at in wonderment, his eyes traveling the skies, searching, searching for some object. His eyes seemed to light up with a hidden idea, is head turning to meet mine, and a smirk crossed his twisted features.
A sharp intake of breath, my lungs hurting, I watched him fly off towards where he had been looking previously. Sighing, I gingerly touched my shoulder, a place that was burned from an attack I had failed to block. The tender caress made me wince, the pain shooting up and down my forearms like hot embers of hell.
Turning away from the place where he had previously flew, I looked down at my stunned, speechless family. Their awed figures staring up at my floating figure, their minds trying to take in what previously occurred.
Landing, my body returning to its original state, I watched with clouded eyes as the others rushed to my side. The world swam before my orbs, colors and objects blurring together to become one. Legs giving out, I fell to the ground, my eyes becoming heavier and heavier, my world becoming darker and darker.
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Awaking, buzzing and whirring filling the space, I looked around with a heavy head. Pounding freight trains thundered under the walls of my skull, rocketing their way through the rails of my mind. Scrunching up my face, I tried to make sense of what was happening, and where I was at the current moment.
The bed was soft, and white. Very white. Oh no! I’m in a hospital! Arms waving about, and legs lashing out, I re-visioned the previous times I was confined to those walls. Different and various needles poking and prodding you, going underneath the skin and into your veins, drawing out your precious blood.
Tubes of all sorts would run down into your arms, draining their contents into your body. Shivering at the thought, I looked around wildly, wishing that I was back outside, passed out upon the hard ground.
Hearing the door open, I quickly turned to the direction, searching for the source of the noise, preparing myself for a doctor or nurse to appear. But what I saw was much, much worse. Bulma, with a smile upon her face.
Her crisp lab coat fit in perfectly with the attire of Capsule Corps medical facility. Her short blue hair flowing about her as her ocean eyes smiled down upon me. Her unusually happy exterior making my eye brows raise, her smile setting my curiosity to float.
“Good afternoon sleepy head,” her delicate voice filtered through the room, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
“Afternoon? Man, I practically slept the whole day away,” I held my head in wonderment as she sat herself down upon the edge of the bed.
“Not just one day, dear, but several. Your transformation seems to take more out of you than we realized,” Bulma’s eyes sparkled with mirth, her face glowing.
“Several? Oh man, what’s happened since then?” my eyes bulged, more than one day, more than a few hours!
“Not much really, I mean, if you’re referring to Trunks, and all that. He hasn’t shown back up, nor has the monster that’s controlling him. But we did find out a few interesting things,” her hands clasped together in her lap, her fingers twisting together.
“Such as?” I cocked my head to the side, a calculating expression forming over my once worried one.
“Like, how long have you and my son been intimate?” her question caught me off guard, a blush staining my cheeks.
“Um, I, we, you see,” I stammered dumbly, my face ablaze with a heated fire that spread all over my skin.
“Its just a simple question, I was only curious?” she shrugged her shoulder’s has if it didn’t matter, but her eyes told different.
“How did you know?” I was still nervous, looking down at my own hands, which had suddenly become very interesting appendages.
“One, the mark on your neck, its pretty obvious. Plus, when Vegeta carried you in here, and we were alone, he mentioned that you smelled a lot like my eldest son,” her body turned towards me, her happiness overflowing.
“Just the other night, Bulma. He thought that perhaps if we were mates, my life wouldn’t be in as great of danger, I guess we were wrong,” I looked down sorrowfully, my heart falling deep within my chest.
“Maybe not, Pan, there’s something we need to talk about, something that’s happened,” fear shot through me, her eyes were so melancholy.
“What do you mean, Bulma?” my voice squeaked, what was wrong with me?
“There’s something very wrong, something I can’t do anything for, and I fear, that it may prevent you from battling. And we need you,” my eyes shot wide, what could possibly be so terrible?
“There’s absolutely nothing, you can do?” I looked at her with exasperation, a queasy pit settling in me.
“No, nothing,” her voice dropped even more, and she started telling me what was wrong with me.
My heart heavy, I listened to her tell me, giving me explicit reasons for why this happened. I could feel my world shattering beneath my feet, falling into a dark oblivion. Tears came to my eyes, my body wanting more rest, and my soul needing Trunks. My skin chilled, I listened to the haunting realization, the facts flowing from her lips as it further doomed our world.
Pulling my knees up to my chest, I rested my chin on my them, my face soaked. Covering my eyes with my hands, I sighed deeply, waiting for her to finish. I no longer needed to hear the details. The truth was here, before my eyes, the words floating in the air hollow reminders of what was happening.
Looking to the side, my ears ignoring the pointless rambling of her voice, I stared unblinkingly at the bare, white wall. My head swirling with emotions, with images of what the desolate planet this world could become. Holt, molten lava running over the lands, burning and scorching those few survivors. Red skies, filled with dark, purple clouds that flashed black lightening from the skies, striking the cracking ground. No foliage, except for one bare tree, its dark trunk and branches bare of any life.
Waking from my revery, I looked at Bulma, her expression unreadable as she looked at my downcast form. Empathy filled her orbs, overflowing, spilling out and through her actions, I tried to take comfort. Her hands rubbed my arm soothingly, her smooth appendages caressing my slightly marred skin.
“Bulma?” I looked into her eyes, my features stern as I decided on what I had, and must do.
“Yes, dear?” she looked at me now, her actions ceasing as she concentrated fully on my words.
“I have a request,” looking away, I listened at the beeping and whirring sounds of the machines that were scattered throughout the room.
“What is it?” her hand grabbed mine, squeezing and reassuring me as I tried to form the words.
“Please don’t tell them,” my voice broke, I couldn’t let the others know, I just couldn’t.
“But Pan...” I cut her off, my look of anger that flashed in my eyes, unnerving her as she scooted back slightly.
“No, Bulma. I am in charge, Trunks has took a mate, and Vegeta has stepped down, you must listen to me. I do not wish to be so forceful, but if the need arises, I shall have too. They cannot know, if they do, they may prevent me from fighting, then none of us will survive. I must do this, no matter what. No matter of this new obstacle that has arisen, I must go on,” looking at her face, a dawning realization washed over her, her acceptance clear.
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Trunks walked through the long hallway, his body back to normal, but his eyes still gleamed. He looked at the shadowed guards, their hooded eyes and grotesque bodies looking of ogres. Their long green hair fell to their mid back, unruly and tangled as it fell in waves. Their purple skin was marred and torn from numerous battles, and their weapons very primitive.
Growling in annoyance, Trunks looked at them with disdain, such simpletons they were, and she expected to win with such a poor excuse of an army. Shaking his head, he looked at the blood stained carpeting, the place was in shambles, this makeshift castle she had constructed to accommodate her.
The double doors loomed ahead, their intricate designs spiraling downwards and combining into one massive circle in the middle. Comets of gold flashed across the red painted sky, the blood like color seemingly dripping down onto his hands as he touched the barricades. The cold handles cooled his heated skin, and soothed his frazzling nerves, what was wrong with him?
A need was growing from deep within his being, consuming his entire body. It called to Trunks, telling him things he did not want to hear. His flesh was ablaze with an unseen fire, the urge growing and welling deep in the pit of him. Images of a woman with an unseen face flashed before his eyes, her body beneath his, writhing in ecstacy, and a feeling of completeness filling him.
Sighing, and shaking the wayward thoughts from his mind, Trunks cursed his now apparent need. His skin needed the physical touch of someone, but whom he could not place. But the feeling would not cease, only intensifying, growing in strength as time progressed.
Teeth gnawing together in frustration, his maroon, sedated eyes turned a shining crimson, the same hue as the door. Pushing forward, the doors swung loudly against the walls, dust flying, and minions scrambling. The wall of particles hiding his agitated form from the view of the onlookers.
Trudging his way down the long carpet, dense air cleared for the tempered prince. Gasps were heard as the others feared his power, his rage, his absolute strength. Trunks looked up at her hollow, shadowed eyes. Just dark pits of black, her eyes hidden in the depths of her covering, securing her secrecy.
Her white robes fell into large heaps upon the dirt caked floor, the ends of the material becoming stained. Her long green hair, perfectly gleamed, and joined her gown. The strands fell down to the floor, even if she were to stand. Her perfectly painted lips were licked enticingly, inviting him over to her. The gleam of the sinking sun shone perfectly on her flawless complexion, the pale skin lively and healthy.
“Well, well, Takakazu, I’ve been waiting,” her voice was like silk in his ears, her sweet caress driving him further, closer to his need.
“Yes, it has, my love,” her smile brought his sexual desires to surface further, his hard member stretching the material of his armor.
“You are excited to see me, yes?” standing, her body swaying, the masked female strolled to the awaiting Saiyan, her cold smirk setting his blood to boil.
“Of course, why would I not be?” he watched her approach, her fingers dancing teasingly over her covered form.
“Oh, let me help you with that,” she quickly got to her knees, bending down to his member, and kissed him tauntingly over the material.
(A/N: Um, yeah, there is a lemon scene here, but I’m not going to write one, because, Trunks doing that with someone else is just wrong, but is necessary for this story. So, use your imagination)
Laying next to her sweat soaked body, his own body completely sated, a scowl arose. Deep within himself, Trunks knew something was wrong, something was missing. The sexual need had disappeared, the pleasuring act he had been in successfully draining him. But the feeling of emotion that had arose from that image or memory had not appeared. The woman with no face had been loving, caring, and though the darkness was disgusted with this revelation, his body still called for it.
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Walking about the forest, in which my grandfather owned, I held my side in slight pain, the large, dark bruise covering most of where my ribs were. Ultimately, I had ended with several cracked ribs, and an order to stay in bed, one that I had immediately disobeyed. The forest had healing powers, their essences seeping in my skin, down deep, where I needed it the most.
The clear blue sky was up above, the winged hawks soaring and surveying the land. Their keen eyes searching the layout below, looking for a field mouse or other small prey to take back to their nest.
Sighing, a sense of peace settled within me, the gentle flowing river only yards away, the cool mist spraying up against my skin. The heat blazed, the summer day reaching scorching temperatures. The green foliage turning up their leaves, their fragile beings browning and drying. The ground was hard, and cracking, desperately calling out for rain, for a simple shower to return the nutrients that was so needed.
Slipping out of my shirt, wincing slightly at the jostling of my wounds, I laid the article of clothing upon a rock. Shrugging out of my sports bra, completely soaked with sweat, I let the cold air hit my heated skin, cooling and drying the perspiration.
Completely unclothed, I slid into the healing waters, the cold liquid racing over my soar and tiring body. The small pebbles beneath my toes moving slightly every time I shifted positions. Small golden fish swam about in the depths, suckling lightly on the end of my toes, tickling the sensitive skin.
Contentedly relaxing into the rounded rocks embedded within the bank of the river, I sighed with peace. The sweet song of the birds, the rushing water around me, and the slight breeze that swept my hair off of my sweaty back. Tiring quickly, my eyes drooping, I shook my head, aggravated that I would have to leave so soon.
Standing, a shiver running up my spin, I rubbed my arms, the cool air raising goose-bumps upon my body. Grabbing the discarded clothing, I looked around suspiciously, an off like aura seemingly moving closer to the forest. But as soon as I found it, it disappeared in thin air, all traces of what was, completely destroyed.
Shrugging my shoulders, I pulled my clothes on wishing that I had brought my jean jacket with me, or a towel at least. Grabbing the purple backpack, I shrugged it over my shoulders, looking back once at the hidden oasis, its mystifying powers drawing my soul to it. Turning about, a chill ran over me, and this time, it was not from the cold.
Pivoting quickly on the ball of my foot, I looked behind me, spotting something I wished had remained hidden. The golden mask, and long flowing robes brought a horrible memory to the surface, the alien that appeared several year ago, was back. Dropping my bag to the ground, the contents spilling forth, I looked at her with shock.
“Its good to see you again,” I looked at her with horror, her presence making my skin crawl with disgust.
“Why did you come back?” I growled out, still shaken slightly, but a hold of my feelings more.
“To destroy the race that destroyed mine, of course,” her voice was like a black velvet, enticing and forbidden. “My name is Sanako, and I will be the one to arrange your funeral, Briefs Pan.”
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Quotes to remember...
With great power, comes great responsibility. With great responsibility, comes great heartache. With great heartache, come great evil. An evil so wicked that one such as Freeza would become the hero. And I realized from that point, that to become one with this power, good would become bad, bad would become good, and all that I knew, would virtually be flipped around, so that nothing made sense.
And....
Several years from now,
On the night of the darkest sky,
Two babe’s will be born,
One dark, one light.
One royal, and one of common birth,
Will fight against the other.
The world will battle,
Brother against brother.
The day will come,
When the skies painted red,
The heavens crying,
For the dead.
Blue hair, against black,
The battle will rage on,
And who is to be the winner,
Is not decided on.
The dust will clear,
The tears will fall.
And through the night,
A mourning call.
For the two were lovers,
Two halves of a whole.
And with the outcome,
The other must fall.
And...
His evil rivaled my good, my light rivaled his darkness. In strength, we were equal, one in the same, but there was only one thing, their would be only one victor, but at what cost?
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A/N: Hehehe, sorry about taking forever to update, I truly am sorry. I hope this chapter was up to your satisfaction. As always, R&R!
CowgirlUSA