Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover ❯ Survivor ( Chapter 21 )

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

A/N: Hey guys, sorry, I know its been awhile, but this is almost the end. YAY! Its nice to know that you’re almost done with a story.

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Rating: R (M)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dragonball Z/GT characters, nor do I own the original plot to the manga/anime. But I do own the rights to the plot portrayed in this fanfiction, so back off. Thank you.

Category: Anime: Dragonball Z/GT

Summary: “I want to go to this school in America,” I knew at first my parents would disagree, but soon they would relent. I was going undercover as a guy for the next four years, and looking forward to it 100%.

Genre: Drama/Romance/Action/Adventure/Sci-Fi/Supernatural/Angst

Panting, the world continued in its spiraling journey as the rocketing debris circled about. Many objects hit me, bruised my flesh, but I felt strangely out of place, detached from what was truly happening. My mind was joined with his, screening through all the components and attacking the weaknesses. It was truly a strange feeling to know things that no one wanted someone to know.

Gritting my teeth, I forced myself onward through the walls of the mind, figuring which was of help and which was not. Pain was erupting through my skull as I over used my new abilities. Tears fell down my face in a silent pain as I felt my world spin before my eyes.

Shutting my orbs and concentrating solely on the task at hand, I sifted through the part of the evil prince. Each image was more and more gruesome, and I felt my stomach roll in disdain at the true nature of this monster. The vile ideas, plans, and memories all rolling into one single unit that covered the land.

Women screaming filled my ears, echoing shrilly in my head as their siren squeals disoriented me. Battle cries of men as they were slaughtered, their blood filling the potholes amongst the dirt. Children crying as their parents were killed, their friends taken, or even as their own bodies were defiled. Horrible shrieks of laughter that chilled the heart and made the flesh crawl.

Castles fell before my closed eyes, stones crumbling and falling on the rotting corpses of its protectors. Spears stained red, swords crimson colored, arrows protruding from the chests of creatures that didn’t deserve their demise. Flames licked the lands, scorching the trees and torching the grass. Acid rain fell from the heavens, washing away the remnants of a war so terrible.

Rivers bled red, oceans turned pink, and what I thought was another plane, soon turned into Earth. I could not figure which was reality and fiction until things such as this became apparent. This was is plan, is ideal outcome to my home. The dark clouds of purple blocked out the sun, killing off the few who still remained. Winds blew sand and dirt over the landscape, suffocating the lungs.

A small child wailed for his mother, out in the middle of a forgotten town. Blood fell from his head wound, his eyes filled with dismay. The grounds shook about him as more destruction laid waste to the city. A building fell behind him, taking away his life in mid scream.

A woman lay huddled over her stomach that concealed the life that was not meant to walk in life. Her muscles contracted, her sobs hell raising, the crimson flood that twirled about her body matching that of her comrades. Black tresses were matted to her head, hard and stiff, her fingernails stained red. A startled gasp broke from her throat as a beam of light shot through her.

A man, armored for fierce battle, held his dead wife to his chest, sobbing for the love that had been bestowed on his life, and taken away. His eyes were strained, bloodshot, his sword laying feet from his body still caked with the remains of another. His face fell to the woman’s hair, breathing in what was left of her glorious floral scent. Fire grew closer until it swallowed up his body along with her’s, not a yell came from his mouth as he gladly slipped into death.

More tears ran down my face as I felt my body weakening, wishing to die myself, wishing to give up and be free of the nightmare. I couldn’t stop myself anymore, I had no recollection of where I went, or how deep I went. So further and further into his mind I traveled, seeing things that became more and more gruesome. The anguish, fear, malice, and loss of hope became more and more apparent as the time wheel in his mind rolled on.

A light came forth, clearing away the horrors that had encased me so severely earlier. The soft touch that felt tangible on my cheek, freeing me from my pain and hopelessness. The world was white, a blank canvas ready to be drawn out. In front of my kneeled form, Trunks stood, his lavender hair moving in an unseen breeze.

Grasping his outstretched hand, I fell into his arms, sobbing and sputtering as I fell prey to his comforting arms. Whispers of nothing were heard by my acute hearing, his breath tickling my ears. The shimmering skin of this figment was drenched in my tears, running down his arms and onto the nonexistent floor.

I knew this wasn’t real, it felt to good to be true, but this was the part of his mind that still remained intact. This part was where Trunks stayed, fighting a losing battle against Takakazu. The more time seeped on, the more I knew I needed to retreat from this haven, my battle was not over, and I must carry on.

The firm lips that placed themselves against my forehead were so familiar, yet so strange. They were cool, not filled with warmth, yet caring all the same. I knew this would be one of our last times together, and couldn’t stand the thought of parting ways.

My lips met his, and a waterfall of reality hit me full force, once more I was outside, inside the enemy’s mind, tearing it apart. My body was bruised and scraped beyond recognition, yet the hold I held on him was still too great. His eyes were fiery pits of Hell that were glowing in the low lighting of another darkened hour.

Standing from my kneeling position, I stepped forward slightly, wavering in my steps as I tried to keep my balance. The distance was closing fast, the yards slowly disappearing from each of ourselves until I was close enough to see the whites of his eyes. A change of color and soon blue irises appeared, orbs that were very familiar.

Control was once again his, yet I knew better than to celebrate this occurrence, it was too dangerous to do so. His mouth was grim as I slowly retracted my mind from his once I had assured myself that Takakazu had been thrust to the back. The agony of his eyes were despairing as he looked at his hands and then back to my face.

Looking away, and staring at the ground, I listened as he slowly approached my form, touching my shoulder with a firm hand. I jerked my head to meet his, my hand covering his hesitantly, wishing for more contact. Trunks was here, but for how long was all that I feared.

“Pan, you know what I want,” his voice was eerily detached, shrinking his emotions till they hardly existed.

“Trunks, I can’t,” my voice shook, how could I do this to someone I cherished and loved as much as I did my mate.

“You have to, Panny, while you still have a chance,” his lips met mine in a passion filled kiss, our lips warring together for dominance.

Pulling back, and standing still for an instant, I watched as Trunks came to terms with what was happening. He locked eyes with me once more, nodding his head once, and then waiting for what was to come. My eyes filled to the brim as I rose in the air, gathering energy in my hand. The world was directed solely on him, as he gave the ultimate sacrifice for what he loved. Death.

Chocking on a sob, the pressure in my chest building, the warmth in my hands steadily gaining power. I tried to let go of myself, to forget where I was, what I was doing, and just do what was expected, but found that I could not. The rage of earlier had died away, leaving behind the cavern that was swallowing my heart and soul as I prepared to murder the person I lived for.

Closing my eyes in preparation, a yell rising in my throat, I threw the at him, hitting his head and throwing him back into a tree. His neck snapped with a great pop, but did not break, blood oozing from the fresh wound. Landing on the ground, I watched as he stood on his feet once more, readying himself once again.

Wave after wave of energy fell upon his withering body, breaking and coloring the skin with each attack. The blood in my veins surged with the grief, my wails neither ceasing nor decreasing in volume. Debris flew about, striking his arms and legs with vengeance, punishing him for trying to harm them. The wind roared with hatred as it further assisted the cause, wishing to rid this being from the surface of the planet.

My vision was blurry, unable to focus on one specific spot in which I needed to aim. My teeth chattered together, the numbing cold chilling my bones and slowing my muscles in their exercises. The tendons in my arms aching and straining with each flex that went against the nature of a Saiyan.

Lightning struck the ground, the loud claps of thunder ricocheting off the solid objects standing about. The dense cloud of dust was covering the place where Trunks had stood, clogging the senses so no one could detect the status of the prince. Halting in my actions, and trying desperately to reach out with my telepathic abilities and the communication of a mate, I came up unanswered.

Standing idly as the fragments slowly settled back upon the ground, the rain fell from my eyes dampening the dry earth. Each second felt like eternity as I felt my body continue to weaken. Shivering, and letting the wind caress my body, I felt the gentle voice of my grandfather speak to his eldest son.

Rubbing my upper arms, and turning my back on the scene, I looked into the eyes of my family. Each face was filled with sympathy, sorrow, relief, and many more emotions that I felt rush through me as well. The shock of the realization was hard to except, my body readily rejecting each idea as I felt the thrum of my veins slow down.

It was a scary thought, dying that is, to feel your feet moving on your own accord, to feel each choice is your own. Yet knowing, that the biggest event in your life, was completely out of your hands. To know that you may stroll down the walk now, but realizing that in just a few moments you may be lying on the ground, never to rise again.

And so this is how I felt, agonizing grief at the loss of my love, and the strange feeling of not knowing when my time would be coming. I did know, however, that it would not be long, but how long was entirely different.

I approached my family, their arms open and willing to embrace me, to comfort my thoughts that were caving in around me. The wind grew silent, the dust settling to a fine layer beneath my feet, flying up as my soles skidded the surface. My eyes took in the great destruction of the land, the uprooted trees, cratered dirt, and demolished buildings. Flames licked the world, scorching the remains of the block. I felt anger, yet felt relieved, the destruction was nothing compared to what he had planned to do.

Looking up at the others, I was slightly surprised to see the astonished expressions on their faces. Knitting my brows together in confusion, I started to turn slightly, hoping to see what bothered them so. Cold metal hit my throat, and I halted my movements, feeling the blood slide down slightly.

“Did you really think I would let myself die?” his cold voice sent shivers up my spine, letting me know he did not plan to give in so easily.

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A/N: Yes, yes, I know, my chapters keep getting shorter and shorter, but its almost over, so please forgive. Survivor was titled this because of the fact that Trunks survived his time trapped in his body, and that Takakazu still survived the futile attempt at his demise. Hope you guys liked it, the last chapter besides the epilogue coming up. R&R!

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