Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover ❯ The Talk ( Chapter 16 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A/N: I hate school! It sucks!

A special thanks to: Sakag, babygurl_tiff, Megan Consoer, Morten.


And as soon as the woman in a golden mask appeared, she was gone as the wind carried the last of her memory into the breeze. Scowling, and looking around hurriedly, I watched as the forest once again roared to life, the birds and other creatures continuing on their previous treks. The clouds no longer frozen in silent stillness, their paths once again resumed at their leisurely pace.

Sighing, my mind twirling in a torrent of confusing facts, I gathered my fallen belongings once again, and ran from that spot. Running, until my lungs hurt, until my muscles quivered. Stopping at the edge of the woods, I looked back into the darkness, scrutinizing every detail into memory. And without looking back, I took to the air, thinking hurriedly, and deciding what was to be done.

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Landing in the back yard of Capsule Corps, I sprinted quickly to the house, my breaths coming in quick gasps. Possibilities of the future flashing before my eyes, my heart racing at the mere thought of such occurrences. What were we to do? Perhaps I could beat her in battle, but as for her lead warrior? It was almost improbable, if not totally.

To when this battle, the others would have to be in top physical and emotional condition. They would have to work as a team, become one large being or unit, that knew each other’s every thought. But the one’s that could do that, were only in pairs, not one large.

Vegeta and Goku, though Vegeta considered him his greatest rival, there was no doubt that when the battle raged the two knew what the other was thinking. Piccolo and my father, his sensei and him had become very close, they always fought alongside the other, and was quite good at it too. But, so far, that seemed all that was left. Goten had worked with Trunks, their duo of power unmatchable by any of the other’s. They had trained and fought together since the day Goten came unto the Earth, so it was only natural that they surpassed the others. My father had been eight (don’t know real age) when he had trained with the Namekian, and grandfather had been a grown man, before Vegeta and himself had started becoming trustworthy of one another.
So, when it came down to it, Goten and Trunks would of been their best bet, but with this happening, how could they destroy what was unstoppable? They had much to prepare for, much to accomplish. To gain the same trust and reliability that some possessed within another, to spread to the entire group of Saiyans. They couldn’t even consider letting a pure human risk themselves with this battle, it would be suicide for him or her.

Mother would be furious that she could not participate, but if worse should come to worse, she would be the only on left with Gaku. Praying to Dende, I hoped that whatever the circumstances that followed, that Sanako would not find out about the three little ones that we guarded. Their young lives could not be cut short, not when they had just begun to live.

Shaking the depressing thoughts from my head, I let my mind wonder to more pressing matters. The amount of time that we had. It was running short, and it was apparent that it wouldn’t be long until the future of this world was decided. Whether I could pull it off was something I was quite worried about. And what of Sanako, could the other warriors even handle an opponent such as she?

She was weaker than Trunks, but, she was still very strong. Her power was magnificent even against the level 4's of my grandfather, and long ago sensei. Could it be that what was left of the Saiyan population could be completely extinct after this occurrence?

Fear rocketed through my system at these unanswered questions, at these remaining thoughts that could not be put to rest. My blood racing, an abnormal dread seeped through my pores, piercing the skin, and flowing downwards like an unholy phenomenon, settling deep within myself. Rubbing my arms furiously, the cold air coming through, I hurried onwards.

Opening the back sliding doors, I stepped through the threshold, thankful for the warmth of the heated kitchen. Its comforts offering their assistant to calm my racing mind, my erratic breaths or pants of air. The smell of baking blueberry pies wafted through the room, spreading its sweet fragrance throughout the large home.

Stepping out of the suffocating room, I searched for the ki’s of any of the other’s, a frown marring my face when I found no trace. Scowling, an annoyed growl rising from deep within my chest, I crossed my arms in anger. How dare they leave at such a critical time?

My lower lip jutting out, a rosy glow adorned my features, the intensity of my emotion coiling outwards and causing a few lightbulbs to shatter. My eyes turning an even darker black than normal, if that was even possible. They were needed here, to be ready at a moments notice for battle, or to at least train. They didn’t even have the decency spar in the Gravity Room.

Hatred raged through me, never before had I felt such an intensity in my feelings. But never before had I been in such a dire situation. Never before was I faced with the fact that I was the one that would have to kill my own mate. Watch his blood drip from my hands, watch as his blue eyes came back, and looked at me once more. Would he look upon me with love? Hatred? Betrayal? What?
I needed to relax, to regain some control over the feeling of complete uselessness, of utter unworthiness. To resign from the world of turmoil that seemed to surround me, grasping me without any remorse, or sign of retreating. What was I supposed to do in a situation as such?

Walking back into the kitchen, I let the comforting smell fill me, comforting my rapid heart. Reaching for a soda, I held it protectively against my chest, my tiring form getting the best of me. Stumbling blindly into the front room, my leg muscles tightening and then relaxing, I fell uselessly onto the soft couch. Snuggling contently into the soft material and cushioning of the furniture, I felt my eyes droop.

Opening the can, I let the bubbling liquid slide down my throat, the sensation burning at my mouth. Sighing, and grabbing the remote, I started the movie inside the DVD player, not even caring what was inside. Watching the credits, I felt my reality slipping away until nothing but the steady drumming of my heart sounding, and a strange crash, with a few curse words following.

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“Damn it! Why did you call for me?” her voice was aggravated, raw anger flashing in her heated gaze.

“Do not speak of me with such little respect! I am your superior, and demand what is rightfully mine!” his voice hurt her sensitive ears, the blood rising to the offended appendages.

“I am sorry, but I could have destroyed her then. She was weak, an easy target, an easy casualty. Without her they would all fall,” bowing respectively, her long hair covered her scowled face.

“I did not wish you to do so at that moment. So I called you to me. I am in need to your help, I need you to give me the object in which you guard,” his voice was like steel, cold and heartless to her hearing.

“Yes sir, I will give you what I cherish without hesitation,” her body glowing, an ancient language formed from her throat.

A servant rushed from the dense cover of the shadows, his arms outstretched, filed with a circular device. Its hatch of a door was opened wide, the soft purple interior velvet like, with different mechanics sticking out. The small window in the upwards door gleamed in the dull lighting, setting the entire inside of it with darkness. The smooth metal of the outside was cold to the touch, the servant’s hands jostling the freezing object back and forth, fruitlessly trying to hold it still.

The small, purple ball of energy sped forward, swerving to and fro as it raced to its destination a few feet away. The servant’s skin glowed a purplish hue, the dark color of its own, darkening into a dark, ugly brown. The orb settling within the comforts of the device, was quickly sealed, the mechanics attaching themselves to the energy, working their magic.

Turning to her ruler, and exhausted feeling crept its way up her spine, she needed to rest, she needed the comforts of a deep sleep. Eyeing is large form, a feeling of dread washed its way over her usual angry features. Large eyes of the sea stared at her, piercing her chest, boring deep into her heart.

“Is that all you need of me, sire?” her voice was respectful, but the underlying toil that formed in her lilac orbs spoke otherwise.

“Yes, off with you,” departing, a lingering glance behind her, the woman left swiftly, her feet pattering loudly on the floor. “She is foolish, don’t you agree, Sumika?”

“Of course love, her intelligence is quite lacking, why Takakazu ever mated with such a simpleton is beyond me,” the female that walked into the room had piercing blue eyes, as clear as the streaming rivers.

Her long flowing violet hair reached to her shoulders, falling in twists and curls, framing her youthful appearance wonderfully. Her pale skin was a complete white, the snow like appearance making her seem sickly. Her features were small, and well filled out, her stature speaking of power and authority.

Looking at her mate, Gyousei, the identical blue eyes looked at her approvingly. His tanner features taking in her clothing that wrapped tightly around her frame. His face lit up with mischief, his grin becoming malicious and greedy. Standing, his short lavender locks swaying slightly, he walked to her form, and pulling her against him tightly, rejoiced at the feeling of her near.

Sighing, his mind reeling, he took in her wonderful scent, calming his inner demons. His inner toils no long muddling together. His eyes became unclouded, his body wrapping itself protectively around the female in his arms.

“She has a good form, perhaps that was his reasoning, something controlled by lust,” his reasoning had a hint of a truth behind it, but there had to be something else.

“My son couldn’t have mated with her for lust, and then died in the process. And if your statement is true, why not join with one of his own race, it just does not make sense,” her face looked into his, searching for her answer.

“It matters not, for the vermin will soon be taken care of, my love,” laughing together, their voices cackling through the room, they watched with joyous wonder at the growing form inside of the machine.

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“Oh, what happened, my head is killing me!” I mumbled out, knowing that I was alone, and not caring for an answer.
“If Uncle Goten spiked the pop somehow, I’m going to severely teach is sorry hide a lesson...well, if Bra will let me,” chuckling I sat up, my vision blurring together at first, then slowly clearing up.

Regaining my senses, I stared in shock around the room, my mind reeling. Something was off, different from when I had left it. Something at the back of my mind kept working its way back up, trying to tell me of something that happened right before I had passed out. What was it? A noise. Yes, a noise, but what noise? It was a crash, like shattering glass maybe, no, something else, something harder. Metal. Yes, that was it, the object dropped was metal. And a voice. Someone had said something, it was angry. Yes, angry curse words had sounded. But who?

Shaking my head slightly, trying to rid the ever present haze of fog that clouded my senses, I tried searching for any form of ki within the building. Someone was here, with me, and very close, but, no matter what I did, I couldn’t place the signature. They were masking it, hiding it from my probing senses, not allowing me to pin point its person.

“Really, Pan, how do expect to beat me, if you cannot even find me,” the husky voice sent alarms sounding through my system.

“H...h...how...di...did you...get...in...he...here?” my throat was raw, the strain of talking causing my mouth to burn.

“Quite easily in fact, I really thought mother would have secured the building better,” strolling away from his position against the wall, he slowly made his way over, his breathing the only sound in the room.

“How? Why are you in control?” tears leaked out of the corner of my eye, my mouth agape in astonishment.

“To tell you the truth, I really don’t know, but that’s beside the point,” turning to me, his intense gaze locked with mine, and I felt my entire being burn.

“What is the point then?” I questioned, looking at him with an un-hidden desire, the feel of him so close sending my nerves into a frenzy.

“You’re condition. I don’t care about anybody else, you’re health is the most important thing, I can’t lose you,” his hot breath warmed my face, his hands holding my body in place.

“Trunks,” I whispered out, as I watched him lean closer, my mind went blank, my head spiraling with questions.

Our lips met in a fiery passion, our lips locking together, demanding everything from the other. Falling backwards onto the cushions of the furniture, I felt his weight settle over top of me, and I felt at home. Opening my mouth, I felt him invade and explore every cavern, sliding over my teeth, our mouths raging in a battle of dominance.
Keeping his weight off of me, his arms holding him up, I relished in the feeling of him close, in his comforting presence. Breaking the kiss, our lungs inhaling rapidly, I curled up underneath him, taking comfort in the protection he offered freely.

Snuggling further into his chest, I listened as the drum of his heartbeat thudded above me. Closing my eyes, I imagined what we would be doing right now if we had nothing to worry about. If our biggest problem was when our next sparring session would be. But alas, reality must come knocking at our door.

“Pan, I don’t have much more time, Takakazu is beckoning,” putting his forehead against mine, I slowly closed my eyes, enjoying our last few moments.

“Who?” looking at him, my voice imploring him to explain, I watched as his face scrunched together, distaste flashing over his features.

“Takakazu was a prince of a planet known as Corithen, who fell in love with a commoner of another race. Her name is Sanako, she is a part of an extinct race called Theorans, known for their ability to control the natural elements. A harsh war between another race, and the Corithens broke loose, the Corthens mostly being destroyed. Takakazu died in that battle, protecting Sanako, and their small child, who ended up dying several years later to an untreatable disease. A few minutes before I was born, the prince died, and his soul raced across the galaxies, and entered my body. Though I kept my own soul, he still resided hidden with the shadows of my body, until it was the proper time to strike,” taking a steadying breath, I waited for him to continue.

“He had planned on waiting til he was fully healed, and could take over me completely, my own soul would have been gone. But, with the new happening of my body mating with your’s, it angered him. He had originally planned on mating my body to Sanako when the time came, me being unable to prevent it, but we foiled that part of his plan. I get short recesses in which I am myself, such as this, but they do not last long. I had to come see you, even though I am locked up inside me, my body still craves your touch,” holding me tighter against him, he flipped us over until I laid upon his chest.

I could feel him breathing in my scent, calming his hammering heart against his bruising rib-cage. I snuggled further into the firmness that was him, feeling the muscles rippled underneath me. Dragging my nails over his arms, I pulled them tighter around my waist, wanting to be as close as we could in the situation.

“Pan, I must go, the hour is drawing near,” he gently lifted me up, and placed me back on the couch after he had stood.

“I don’t want you to go,” my hushed whisper reached his hearing, and a faint smile adorned his lips.

“Neither do I, but I must. Now, please, rest,” his gently pushed me down, and covered me with a nearby blanket.

“I can’t, too much is happening,” I looked into his ocean eyes, touching his stern features, and seeing them relax with each pass of my fingers.

“Then let me help you,” settling back down, I nodded my head in agreement, and let the ancient Saiyan language in my head lull me to sleep, the soft caress of his voice comforting me slightly.

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Rising, my vision blurred, I focused on the noises from the other room. Pots and pans clanked together noisily, the frying of food sizzling. Voices talked together, joining as one, and the distant sound of punch meeting punch came forth. The sounds of home filled me, but the forever apparent feeling of something missing would never cease.

Rising from the cushions, I looked about in a daze, my mind fuzzy with fatigue and confusion. Walking slowly, my body like a heavy weight, I headed toward the other rooms in search of the others. My head hurt terribly, something I had become quite accustomed to these last few days, and my stomach did flips with each step.

Smiling, effectively hiding my discomfort, I walked in, and was immediately enveloped in a hug. Looking questionably at Bulma, I watched as she slightly shrugged her shoulders, and went back to speaking to my mother and grandmother. Ignoring my gaze, which I soon directed to the girl who had latched herself onto my torso, the elder woman sighed largely.

“Bra, what are you doing?” her eyes were full of tears, their siblings spilling down her flushed cheeks.

“I was so worried about you Pan-chan, you were asleep for so long! I thought you might be dying!” her voice wailed, and immediately Goten entered the scene, worried about his mate.

His dark eyes looked at the situation, and sighed with annoyance, his exasperation evident in every fiber. He shook his head, and turned to leave, a look of pity thrown my way before he escaped through the back door, and back to the other males outside.

“Bra, what are you talking about?” moving her away slightly, I stared intently at her face, the deep emotion coursing through her orbs.

“You were so still, and you hardly breathed! And you didn’t wake when I called to you!” wailing onto my shoulder, I mentally sighed, hormones.

“Bra, shhhh, don’t worry, all is well,” patting her back, I tried comforting the over grieved woman, her wails of sorrow and relief hurting my hearing.

“No its not!” rolling my eyes, I tried again, telling her that everything would be fine, and that there was nothing wrong.

Nodding her head, she slowly stepped away, looking about her in embarrassment. Her once tear stained face was replaced by a look of fury, her eyes turning do a deep midnight. Turning swiftly, her hair flying about, I watched as her spine became straight as she marched to the sliding glass doors.

“GOTEN! How dare you ignore my feelings! I hate you! You no good piece of shit! It was a big mistake to even consider mating with you!” slamming the door shut again, we watched in amazement as her eyes filled again.

Rushing in, out of breath, Goten looked in wonderment at the blue haired teen, silently debating on whether to run or not. Embracing her from behind, we watched in silence as Bra turned around and cried on his shoulder, pouring out her grief and regret. My uncle’s shirt soon became soaked, her tears wetting the material of his worn gi.

Scratching the back of my head, I silently wondered if I would of been that bad with Trunks in the same situation. Shrugging my shoulders, I returned to watching the entertainment, as Goten was sent for a loop.

Her sniffling soon ceased, her choking ending as well as she calmed herself. Pushing away from him, we watched as she looked deep within her mate’s eyes, smiling fondly. Giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, she turned suddenly, and with a giggle, skipped merrily out of the room. Our baffled stare following her joyous figure.

“I don’t know how much longer I can deal with this!” Goten looked at the other women, as they giggled in amusement.

“For another, oh, let me see, seven months, and then you’re free, for a little while,” Bulma smirked as she watched her son-in-law take on a look of horror in his irises.

“Poor dear, its not that bad, just think about it, she’ll be the one giving you an heir,” looking at his mother, he silently worked through that thought, pondering all the pluses and minuses.

“Oh yes, and besides, you can’t give up yet, just wait til she starts showing, then you’re in for a ride. In her third month, she’ll start getting sick quite a lot, throwing up a lot of her meals. Then in her fourth month, she start complaining about her back and feet pains,” Bulma nodded, watching the soon to be father pale considerably.

“Oh, Bulma, don’t forget the fifth month, in which he’ll get to experience her ever consistent desire to mate, you’ll enjoy that one, Goten,” Videl smirked as a light of hope dashed across his face.

“But then look out for month six, he’ll have to be very weary of how close he gets to her, because it is not anywhere closer than a six foot radius,” blanching, Goten looked at his mother in a startling fashion, trying to figure that one out.

“Oh yes, of course, and then number seven comes around, and that’s when he’ll need to make sure he’s rich, because her appetite will triple, and you know Saiyan appetites,” chuckling, Bulma continued stirring the dinner, her face glowing in mirth.

“But what about month eight, in which she’ll become all clingy, and start asking question like where he has been, what he was doing, and wanting to know every little detail of your life, even if you have already told her a million and one times,” turning to help Bulma, mother ignored the imploring look he was throwing Grandma Chi Chi.

“And then there’s the ninth, and that one, Bra will start settling down, her hormones and whatever else no longer a problem. Well, the only things you’ll have to worry about is the fact that you probably won’t be able to use the restroom, since she’ll be using it quite regularly. And the fact that she’ll have multiple cramps, so severe, that she’ll think she’s going into labor many times, further setting you on edge. Many, many, false alarms,” grandmother laughed out loud, amused at his reactions.

“And then the baby comes, which you might think as a relief, or a curse, whatever you want to call it. During labor, well, if you’re lucky, she’ll except my assistance, but I doubt it. Saiyan males, more specifically, the mates are usually the ones that perform the task on Vegeta-sei, but if she does let me help, well, let’s just say you shouldn’t plan to write anything for the next few months,” turning to him, Bulma waved the other two women off, sending them to gather bowls and silverware.

“Oh yes, but then you have to go through the changing of diapers, the training, the overprotective mother mode, the appetite, the curiosity stage, or when he/she becomes very active, and let me see, oh yeah, you must teach them the human language, and not Saiyan, which they are born with, and that’s no easy task,” dropping the silverware onto the table, mom continued on with her bustling about.

“And then the teenage years. The child will no longer care about their studies, will constantly want to go into battle, starts checking out the opposite sex, porn usage, the sex talk, the drug talk, driving, hormones, cursing, which you really need to watch Pan, dating, clothes for prom, and the late nights. But don’t become to depressed, they usually leave you alone once they turn twenty, if you’re lucky,” Goten ran outside, his face a mix of horror and anxiety, his future looking bleaker and bleaker.

Shaking my head at the hysterical females, I slipped outside myself, the men would be much more nicer than these witches.

As I predicted, they all sat about on lawn chairs, well, with exception of my poor uncle, who took to hiding safely in one of the trees, some of them with beers, other’s with just soda. Strolling to my father, I sat on his lap, leaning on his shoulder for comfort, the constant instinct calling to me to flee to my mate.
Laying my head on his, I listened intently to their conversation, with humor as they finally realized where Goten had disappeared too.

“Brat, what are you doing up there?” Vegeta’s gruff voice shocked the younger Saiyan, making him fall to the ground with a large bang.

“Hiding,” Goten’s meek reply made my father raise his brows in question.

“From what?” looking at his younger sibling, a mixture of confusion and humor crossed his features as Goten tried to rise from the ground.

“Them,” he pointed to the house, and then fled hurriedly up the tree once more, staring down at our forms.

“They gave you the talk about your life, now that the baby’s coming, didn’t they?” Goku’s amused laughter made us laugh in return, Goten’s feeble nod answering the other’s questions.

Sighing, enjoying the cool night air, I watched as my poor uncle was teased relentlessly my the other’s. Them giving further gruesome tales that only made him coil into a tighter ball, his eyes full of dread.

Listening to the song of the crickets, I let the breeze hum a tune to my acute ears, the small band lulling me into contentment. Staring at the stars above, I watched as each little speck winked at me, and the staring intently down on the occupants of Earth.

And, as the night prolonged, a sudden chill of apprehension sped throughout my body, raising up my backbone and along my ribs. Fear jolted through me, and immediately I was upon my feet, the other’s ceasing in their talk, and staring at me intently.

The wind had stopped blowing, the calming whisper no longer comforting the frightened world. Crickets no longer sang, their bliss of the night interrupted by an unknown force that sped our way. Dark, formidable clouds adorned the sky, covering the moon and stars from seeing their show of the human race.

And, as everything became dark, and the one’s inside the house peeked outside, I saw the slight flash of lightening in the distance. Her golden mask shining brightly as she looked down upon us with a sneer. There was no time for training, not anymore. The war was here.

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A/N: Yay! I completed another chapter! ::danced around the room in relief:: Hope you guys liked it. Oh, yes, I would really enjoy hearing you guys’ opinions on what you think is Pan’s health condition? I have gave you several subtle hints. I won’t say you’re right or wrong, you’ll just have to wait and see in the story itself. Can’t wait to find out your guys’ thoughts! As always, R&R.

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