Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover ❯ Reunited ( Chapter 19 )

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

A/N: Sorry, school was being a bitch, but Christmas Break is now officially on us, so let the updates begin. Again, finals were hell. I hate highschool. Wow! Can you believe it, only 4 more chapters including the Epilogue.

Sitting up quickly from the very uncomfortable ground, I looked around, clearly befuddled as to how I had ended up here. The room was not where I remembered being last, this was not where the battle had ended. Was I dead? Oh, no, that would be terrible, the entire world deceased because I wasn’t strong enough to handle everything myself. Foolish girl!

Pinching myself on the forearm, I squeaked in pain as the reality of not being dead myself sunk in, and I was left once more to wonder where I had ended up. The room, being completely white, was what had led me to believe that I was no longer one of the living. Everything was so clean, it made me sick, a place so sterile could only mean...one...thing. Oh hell no, I’m getting out of here.

Standing, my muscles aching in protest to their master’s abruptness, I looked around with a weary eye. I couldn’t get my mind to function appropriately, everything seemed to swim before my vision, twisting and turning as it sped around and around. Gritting my teeth, and grabbing onto the perfectly white wall, I tried to steady myself before I collapsed onto the floor. Something wasn’t right, something just wasn’t right at all, everything was wrong.

Squinting my eyes, I felt the world give way as a figure appeared in my vision. He had a strong build, tall and proud, muscles bulging with the little effort of walking. His spiked hair automatically let me know what species he was, the black points standing, defying gravity. Losing my balance, my legs giving out from under me, I prepared my body for the hard smack of the cold ground.

My eyes closed, I was pleasantly surprised to feel the safe embrace of the man as he lifted me back up, holding me close. Looking into those cobalt eyes, I gasped in surprise. Grandpa? It certainly looked like him, only much more stern, his eyes not holding that happy-go-lucky attitude he usually had. And his cheek, it held a scar, an “X” like scar that went from almost the corner of his eye, to the corner of his mouth.

He looked so much like my Grandpa Goku, so much like him that they could, no should, of been twins. But this man, this one was something different. He had an aura about him that spoke of authority, that demanded respect. He had eyes that were cold, a deep black that made you shudder despite yourself.

He didn’t sit me back on the ground like most people would do, no, he pulled me closer, hugging me to his body. I tried to pull away, I told myself too anyways, but obviously my mind wasn’t working correctly or something, because my body didn’t react. And that’s when I noticed it, he was either really tall, like several inches taller than grandfather, or I was quite a bit shorter.

Staring at my hands that were plastered upon his chest, I noticed how delicate they were, so small compared to my own. The ones I had were rougher, the fighting making them worn and bigger than these, no, this pair was delicate, those of a housewife, not a warrior. Gasping at this, I wondered silently what was happening, what was occurring. And where was my long hair that fell below my shoulders, not pooling just at them.

I felt so small, so feminine, which felt nice for a change, but not with this male that I didn’t know. I only felt like that with Trunks, when he pulled me close, when he hugged me to his strong body while he kissed the top of my raven head. But this man, this one did neither, his hold was more fierce than tender, and I dreaded as he ran his hands up and down my sides.

The scenes changed, and we were in a bedroom, an elaborate one, a room in which I had never seen before in my life. One with a mirror. He stepped away from me, and I rushed to that mirror, looking at myself in horror. It wasn’t me, it wasn’t the eighteen year old Pan that it should have been, it was my grandmother. It was Chi Chi.

I felt my throat clog as I tried to scream, and as the nude body of that man step behind me, kissing my neck passionately. I could see my reflection smile, as my mind screamed in protest. His hands opened up the kimono that I seemed to be wearing, and contented himself with playing with my, or rather, grandmother’s body. I felt sick, and I tried to struggle, I told this body to struggle away, but it would not obey.

Those two made love that night, and I was stuck in that mind, screaming in protest and horror with each new development. It sucked.

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Chi Chi woke up with a start, looking around, sweat beading up upon her forehead, dripping down the side of her face and off her chin. It was happening again, that same occurring dream that haunted her through the night. That man coming to her, whispering things, doing to her what she wished her mate would do. Holding her tight and making her feel safe, for him not to always look on the bright side of things, and for once, just hold her because he knew it was the end.

Sobbing into her hands, Chi Chi looked at the sleeping form beside her, desperately urging herself to wake him, to demand that he love her the way she wanted. To make her feel like a real woman, not some housewife that meant nothing more than to take care of the children. She knew he loved her, she knew it down within her heart, but it still didn’t mean she didn’t want to be shown.

Slamming her fist down upon her knee in frustration, Chi Chi wept silently as she leaned her forehead against her knee. Frustration was welling up, and she didn’t know how to dispel it, didn’t know how to rid that horrid feeling from her breast. She felt horribly wicked for dreaming such a dream with another man as the main part of it, it wasn’t right, what if Goku had been awake at the time and read her mind? Oh it was too terrible too imagine, thank goodness he was still asleep.

Laying back down in bed on her side, her back to him, Chi Chi silently hugged herself, tears sliding down her face unchecked.

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Goku stared fixedly at the wall, his heart breaking with each new turn of events. His mate had turned off her thoughts once she had awoke, but before then, that dream. Hurt filled his being, gushing out of every pore as the night moved on.

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I was yanked out of there, tearing me forcibly from that nightmare. My body burned with the feel of another, with the itch of being unclean after someone...someone, it was just too haunting to even describe. I rubbed my arms, trying desperately to rid myself of that feeling, wishing to forget the images that plagued my mind. I didn’t understand what had happened, or for a new matter, where I was now.

This place was weird, just as strange as the one where I had first been in, only this one seemed to be darker in the sense of a dormant beast that wanted free. A clawing, raging creature that tore at its invisible barriers that kept it safely confined. A torrent of power that was so hidden, so monstrous, so that it shredded the soul slowly and painfully, stealing what sanity a person might have.

I felt a pain, a shredding agony that tore at my being, twisting its mangled claws into my snaring skin. The sticky blood seemed to ooze from me, pooling upon the ground in great pools, yet none of the glowing life seeped from the pores of my skin. It felt wrong, absolutely undescribable as I fell victim time and time again to the overwhelming sensations of murder. I felt cold and clammy, yet a burning molten fire was burning within my body, but my skin was ice.

It was strange, frightening, a cold wave splashing over my body as tidal after tidal broke through my trembling form. The intense emotions were too hard to handle, and I felt my body giving out before my feet. The wind stormed around me, my knees quaking until I dropped, and fell, and fell. There was no bottom, and I felt my throat strain as the scream bubbled up from my throat. Deafness met my ears, and I knew there was going to be no salvation.

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Si tting up straight, I immediately started hyperventilating once more, this place was no different, no different at all. This one felt so thick, so heated that I felt my lungs struggle to breath, the oxygen failing my depleted body. I clutched my chest in agony, my rapid breaths becoming more strained and more strained as the seconds ticked on. I had no idea how long these visions of hell had lasted, and would last for that matter, all I knew was that I was stuck, and unable to return to my former shell.

The scenes in front of me were despairing, a town, a race, and entire world burning into tiny embers as the flames licked the reddened sky. Blood sizzled hideously as it boiled and churned on its own accord. I felt the heat burn my flesh, break it down, tar at my heart as it singed it with its fury. The hatred in those glowing hands of hell were untouchable, it burned the eyes to look at its glowing beauty.

The crumbling buildings and the cracking streets were enough to make me vomit, or dry heave in this instance, but it made me sick either way. I felt the nauseating stench of death reek its way across the heavens and through the once flourishing lands. It turned your stomach and made the disaster all that more evident, all that more apparent as I struggled to grasp onto my reality. But what was reality?

Everything was spiraling out of control, nothing made since as it had once, before Freeza, before the world was in jeopardy. I couldn’t tell the difference from reality and fantasy, the difference between my nightmares, and the world’s. It felt so real, this tangible, decaying world, but everything was wrong, everything.

I squirmed as another flame licked the flesh on my upper arm, marring the skin with its mark of red. It burned and fried until I cried out in agony, only to have my voice muffled by the cackling fire. The embers danced at my feet, biting them with their jagged teeth, the red marks growing until it consumed my entire body.

I shrieked in surprise as scratches formed, out of nowhere, just started appearing for no reason why. The blood oozed down my arms, coloring my already flushed skin into a crimson that outshone any ruby of beauty. My nails were caked with the stuff, and when I looked up as my body shook, I saw Trunks laying in a puddle of his own life.

His eyes, usually so full of life, were dulling quick, a stream of blood running from the corner of his mouth to his chin. I felt the sobs wrack my body once more as I ran to his side, the extreme pain etched on his features almost more than I could handle. I shuttered, feeling the coolness now, no longer the burning heat that still flickered around.

Burying my head in my hands, I let the crystalline tears soak my reddened face, cleaning and stinging it. I no longer felt the pain, though how I wished I did, to take away some of the turmoil of my rolling world. I could feel my heart dying with each gasp of air I took, the burning of the injuries once more taking hold. My world was going dark, but not before I saw the glare of hate from my beloved.

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I felt all the pain die away, my world of misery fading from sight, leaving me in a void of peaceful silence. No screams, no yells, no agony of any form, I was alone, I was free, and I was happy. I didn’t ever want to leave from this place, it let me have exactly what I wanted at the moment. Peace, calm, serene, everything I had been praying for, for the past month.

It was black, dark, no light penetrating the black hole, and I didn’t care. I heard the beating of my own heart, or of my blood rushing since I had long since lost that organ, slowing, slowing, until it barely thundered at all. The layer of sleep fell heavy over my eyes, as the last beat, the one final finale, and my world went silent.

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“Vegeta! Get down here!” Bulma was near hysteria, Pan’s veins had ceased in their strange contracting, the makeshift spindly heart going numb.

Fear filled her, they had saved her once, but could they take her from the land of the dead when her body was battered as so. It was a miracle that she had lasted as long as she had, but the blue haired scientist was not about to let her son’s mate die on them. This fight was far from over, and she was going to win no matter what the outcome.

“What is it woman?” instantly Vegeta’s eyes widened as the stench of death went to his nose, and he looked at the unmoving female on the bed.

“Vegeta, I need you to power up as much as you can, I think I can revive her...at least...I hope I can,” nodding his head in agreement, not needing to ask the reason, he transformed into his level four, the power destroying some of the lesser machines. The waves of yellow and gold surround and filled the room, suffocating the lesser air until it died and fell away.

“Ready?” her voice shook slightly as her body was violently thrown about, like the wind was blowing harshly from the north.

“Hurry it up,” his gruff exterior could not lie to her, and she knew the deep worry that he held within his heart for the young woman.

“Right,” she agreed silently, knowing that she had to hurry if she were to save the body that had decided to give up.

Tubes were hook to the arms of her love, the clear tubing pulsing as it digested the power, draining it slowly from its master. Bulma hurried to the girl on the table, hook tubs of various sizes over her body. The clear plastic pipes stretched from the two, pulling the power from one, and into the other.

Bulma watched in silent hope as the monitor on the wall flickered every once in a while, signaling that it was affecting the body, but not enough. Fear coursed through her, panic welling within her breast as the one minute mark flew by, one more, just one more, she dreaded to herself. If they couldn’t revive within two minutes, it would be useless, her veins would have frozen.
Time seemed to freeze, and Bulma knew it was over, the young woman was not going to arise from her eternal slumber. Tears washed down her cheeks as she yanked the rubes away, and through them on the floor. Falling to the ground as well, her body curling up into a call to try and protect herself from the outside world.

Vegeta digressed from his level, kneeling down to his mate’s side, rubbing her back and arms in a soothing fashion. He whispered words of hope into her ears, a low growl working its way up his throat as her sobs lessened. His arms enfolded her, bringing her almost harshly to his body, tucking her gently into him.

Bulma had always loved that sound, it made her feel completely safe, no fear could cross the threshold of her soul. She would always cease to weep for that low, comforting growl would bring her faith that all would be well, that everything was right in the world. She thought nothing could make her feel more so than that, but the next noise made her change her mind completely.

“Vegeta? Bulma? What’s going on?” Bulma and Vegeta both stood, as the young woman upon the bed sat up and looked at them curiously. Pan was alive.

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Weeks had passed since then, the reality of the situation I had been in still hadn’t quite hit home, I still couldn’t believe I had almost died, but the signs were clear once I thought about it. The dark void, the dying thunder, it should have been a shocking reality, but everything in that world of my mind was a fuzzy truth. I had no idea what any of those places had meant, but all I did know was that my Uncle Goten and my Grandma Chi Chi had been acting differently, stranger almost.

Goten seemed to be more quiet, more contemplative than usual, his eyes now dark and mysterious. He didn’t seem the same, though he tried so hard to act like nothing was troubling him. I knew though, every time he looked me in the eyes, identical to his own, something dreadful was occurring, and my fearless uncle was terrified.

My grandmother on the other hand seemed to be more on edge, her mood swinging more and more until she was finally losing her temper with my mom and Bulma. Her anger would often rise and strike out at the closest person in her line of vision, which often seemed to be one of her sons.

Grandpa though, now that I thought about, had started keeping his distance from his mate, shrugging her off and glaring when he thought no one was looking. Jealousy or something like betrayal always radiated off his form every time that she would enter a room, though she seemed blissfully unaware.

I didn’t understand what had happened to the ones I loved, but deep within their being was something horrible, something more disastrous than the monsters of fable. Sitting reluctantly in the front room of the mansion, I felt the fierce, bitter cold once more chill me numbing skin. I didn’t know this grief could be so consuming, but it had taken over my entire body, leaving me worthless.

I felt the tears prick the back of my eyes once more, leaking out the corners of my eyelids, and falling unceremoniously down my cheeks. The red burns of their salty journey lined my face, streaking them like a makeup accident. I tried to rub them away, to disperse the emotional turmoil once again. I felt broken, my world shattering to pieces before my hands, but still out of reach.

“I don’t know what to do,” the whisper was to myself, my own voice lingering in the air met for no one else’s ears.

“You shall die,” the voice startled me, and as I turned around, I let out a shrill scream.

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A/N: Kind of short, I know, but this was just a filler chapter really. Oh yes, unedited, sorry, but I’m trying to go and write another chapter to almost all my stories, so I’m kind of busy. R&R please!

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