This is chapter eight, finally! This
took me at least a millennium to finish, but here it is. *Tissue Warning!*
I am dead serious about that, too. But since this chapter is really sad,
I’ll put up the next chapter along with it, so you don’t get all teary
eyed when there’s no need to. The next chapter is a little sad, but happy
at the same time. Feel lucky...I usually don’t do this...after all...this
is my Spring Break, you know...
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Trunks jumped off the cot, anger burning in his eyes. He grabbed a suit of
armor and pulled it over his shoulder. He stung slightly, since he was not
fully healed. Flinging on his cape, he ran down the halls.
~*~
Pan’s vision began to come back into focus again, but she didn’t need it.
She already knew where she was. She could sense many ki’s around her,
including that of Marron’s. She had taken the liberty of memorizing it for
her best friend’s sake.
She looked over to her. Marron’s eyes were clouded and watery as she
looked up at the person who she had known all her life. She shut her eyes
tightly and began to fight Sencres again, trying to get by.
“Welcome, fellow Saiyans. Today we have a batch of treacherous snakes who
fought against the Prince himself, who, of course, we are going to
excecute...” Kiara began.
Pan felt horrible. She looked over to her mother. Her face was covered in
a painting of rebellion and contempt. She also saw a glint of fear in her
eyes, though well concealed. Pan felt a tear roll down her cheek.
‘Mother...’
“Prince Trunks, caught off guard, was injured in the attack. He is unable
to make it to this occasion, but I’m sure he would have loved to see these
traitors killed.” she said, smirking. The crowd replied with a mix of
cheers and boos.
Pan glared at Kiara, not wavering her penetrating stare.
~*~
Trunks then felt a strange flood of emotions as he ran down the hall.
‘Pan!’ he thought to himself. Frustrated by how slow he was going, he
yelled, “Ah! What the hell am I doing this for? I should be flying!” He
took off at top speed down the corridor, almost knocking over a statue of
armor as he sped out the door. With a battle cry, Trunks blasted through
the city.
~*~
Kiara saw her glare out of the corner of her eye and smiled evilly. ‘I
think I’ll kill the little rodent, first...’
“Now, with the command of His Majesty, we shall begin the execution,
starting with the traitor herself, the slave, Pan.” she said, sending an
evil smirk towards Pan.
Vegeta was about to raise his hand, but a voice in his head stopped him.
‘Wait a minute Vegeta...I’m not so sure about this...’
He looked over to his mate, a questioning look o his face. ‘What’s wrong,
Bulma?’ He only called her Bulma when they spoke telepathically. People
would look at his funny if he called her something formal in front of
them...so he only did it in private.
‘I have a bad feeling about this...’
‘I don’t understand. Explain yourself.’
‘Bra has become very close to that girl...and I’ve met her before...she’s
a very sweet girl...and you know how picky Bra is with trusting people...’
‘Yes, but Kiara is trustworthy...’
‘Really? Than why did you falter when you said “trustworthy”, hmm?’
‘Look, slaves are never ones to trust, you know that. You’ve seen the
rebellions and the damage. And to the Prince! I think she’s guilty.’
‘Vegeta, you’ve never cared about our son before, why now? Is it because
you hate Goku that bad that you would kill his grandchild AND his son’s
wife just so you can be the most powerful warrior? Are you THAT self-
centered, Vegeta?’
For a while, Vegeta didn’t answer, and he began to get frustrated. ‘Woman,
you are making too much of this. Besides, there were four other witnesses,
PLUS Trunks was injured to the point where he drifted out of
consciousness. Is that not proof enough for you?’
‘Fine, then, Vegeta. Do what you want, if you don’t want to listen to me.’
Vegeta just frowned, looking ahead. Bulma glared at him, and he hesitated
for a moment. Kiara looked at him expectantly. Slowly, he raised his hand
and nodded, and Bulma crossed her arms over her chest, unsatisfied that
she didn’t win.
Kiara smiled and said, “Permission of sighteao gro uadei?” she asked, the
last part in saiyan tongue.
Vegeta couldn’t say no, it was against the rules. “Dena.” the King replied
in saiyan. Bulma glared at her husband, furious.
Kiara smirked, pulling out her whip and turning the power up. Pan didn’t
move. She didn’t know how to speak fluently in the native saiyan language,
but she had a pretty good idea of what Kiara had asked. Her arch rival
stepped forward, a look of enjoyment on her face. But before she said
anything, she decided to do something else. “You know what, whore? I’ve
decided not to give you the pleasure of dying first.”
Pan’s eyes widened. “WHAT?! NO!!!” she screamed, looking towards her
mother.
“Well...you sure catch on quick. Now...I think I’ll let you choose how she
dies. Should it be quick and painful, or long and agonizing?” She was
loving this by the minute.
“You BITCH!” she cried, trying to rip out of the bonds.
“Just for that, I’ll choose for you. I don’t really want to waste time on
her, so I’ll do you the only favor I will ever do for you and make it
quick.” she said, not even caring about the tears flooding down the girl’s
face. Forming an energy ball in her hand, she deployed it at her
defenseless target.
“NNNNOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!” Pan screamed, trying to block out the sound of her
scream. “MOTHER!!!!!!” The tears flowed freely down her face as Kiara
advanced upon her.
“Are you ready to be beaten into nothingness?”
Her chest tightened in fear, but her eyes portrayed nothing but hatred.
“Bring it on, bitch.”
Kiara’s eyes narrowed in frustration. She was hoping that she would be
scared, cowering before her in submission. Unfortunately, she knew Pan
better. “Stupid wench!” she screamed, bringing the whip down onto her.
With Pan’s quick reflexes, she tried to dodge it, but it still sliced
through her leg. Pan cursed, the pain flooding up her body. Before she had
a chance to look at the blood dripping down her leg, the whip came across
her stomach, causing blood to slowly dribble down her front. She ignored
the pain and stared at her adversary. She was not giving up without a
fight.
All she could do was wish that there weren’t any bonds holding her back
from ripping Kiara apart.
~*~
As Trunks got closer to his destination, something tightened in his chest.
Suddenly, Trunks felt an intense pain in his left leg. He looked down to
see a gash across his leg, bleeding intensely. ‘What the...?’ Wincing, he
continued to fly. As soon as the first attack came, another was inflicted
to his stomach. Doubling over, he plummeted to the ground.
Just as he began to stand up, he encountered more blows all over his body,
as if he was being beaten by an invisible attacker. “What...ugh...is
happening to me...?” he asked to himself between short breaths.
Finding himself unable to fly anymore, he ran as fast as he could toward
the scene. “Must...get...to Pan...”
~*~
Kiara continued to slash her all over her body, until Pan was unable to
support her own weight and fell limp in the ties. Kiara leaned forward,
holding the whip in front of Pan’s face. “What’s wrong, no fight left in
you, slave?”
Pan whipped her head up, staring straight into Kiara’s cold eyes. “I will
never give up, no matter what you do to me. You will NEVER defeat me, let
alone break me. I always have fight in me.”
Kiara snorted, slashing the whip across her face, earning an ear-pearcing
scream. A dark red substance began to slide down her face from the slash
which stretched across her right cheek.
~*~
Trunks stumbled and fell, raising his hand up to his face. Drawing it
away, he stared, bewildered, at the blood on it.
“What’s happening to me?!” Trunks exclaimed, continuing to run towards the
stage.
~*~
Pan had sagged in the bindings, her view growing fuzzy. The loss of blood
was draining the energy out of her, but she forced herself to stay alert
and continue to rebel against Kiara’s attacks.
“Well, should I kill you now with a ki blast, let you go and beat you to
death, or slash you some more and let you bleed to death?” Kiara asked.
Pan looked up and smirked weakly. “So...” she said in a raspy voice,
“...you have to tie me up and beat me when I can’t fight back? Are you
that weak and full of yourself that you can’t fight me without unfair
advantages? Are you that egotistical? Or are you just scared?” Pan asked.
She knew that if she died, she would have wanted to tell Kiara what a
coward she was before she did.
Kiara snarled. “You’re dead!” she yelled, forming a ki blast in her hand.
Aiming it at Pan’s face, she snarled. “Hope you like hell, you bitch.”
Pan began to gather her energy. “I don’t think so. I think you should be
asking yourself that question...because I’ll personally make sure that
Satan drags you as far down there as possible, you power-hungry whore.”
Furious, Kiara yelled, “Ugh! DIE!!!!!” In seconds, the blast was deployed
at her body.
With a battle cry, Pan turned super saiyan, using up all her strength to
deflect the blast with her power. As it came close, her aurora
disintegrated it.
The entire crowd stared at her with wide eyes. “She’s a...super saiyan...”
whispered most of the slaves. The slave drivers just stared in horror at
the scene before them.
Bulma had fainted, Vegeta there to catch her. He stared at Pan’s golden
hair, moving about in the wind. Her energy was incredible...for a woman,
of course. Vegeta knew he was stronger, but was still speechless.
Unfortunately, after he raised his hand, there was nothing he could do
about it...it was against the law...and it wasn’t for him to change
it...the Senate had taken over years ago. He always hated democracies...he
preferred the monarchy a lot better...
‘I hate to say it...but I hope she doesn’t die. Unfortunately that will
only happen if she defeats Kiara...which is impossible, considering the ki
ropes holding her down and her continually decreasing ki. At this
rate...if she doesn’t get set free, she will die. Poor girl...it’s
horrible to see a super saiyan with such great potential go to waste.’
Pan’s turquoise eyes were narrowed, glaring at her foe. She felt her power
slipping. ‘No...I can’t loose now...no...’
Kiara laughed as she collapsed into her bindings, degreasing from super
saiyan. Kiara slashed the whip across Pan’s side, causing a yelp to erupt
from her mouth.
Marron screamed, kicking the slave drivers who were holding her back.
“Pan!!!!!” she cried, trying to break free. There was no way in the world
she was going to let her best friend die...not with all they had been
through. She screamed and cried, trying to break the hold, but it was no
use. She wasn’t strong enough.
“Okay...I’ve decided...a slow and painful death will be that of your fate,
bakayarou.” (A/N: for all of you that don’t know, it mean’s jackass/
bastard)
Without a second thought, Kiara punched Pan in the stomach with all of the
force possible. She was satisfied when she saw her cough up her own blood.
“How did you ever think you could win, Pan? It’s my world, now. All you’ll
be able to do is watch me from hell. Watch me seduce Trunks, have a child,
kill him, and take the throne. Doesn’t it all sound so inviting?” she
said, so only Pan could hear.
“N-no...Tr-trunks...” Pan coughed out, choking on her blood. “I h-hat-e y-
you...” she sputtered.
“I know.” Kiara said, her lips twisted into an evil grin. She reached over
and broke her arm, allowing the sickening crack resound throughout the
stadium. Pan screamed in pain. She watched as her blood continued to pour
from her other wounds and made a small puddle on the wooden floor.
Kiara stepped back, pressing a button. The ki ropes disappeared, and Pan
sank to the floor, laying on it in a heap, unable to move.
Kiara walked away, handed the whip to the King, and bowed. He nodded, and
she exited, followed by two escorts.
Vegeta rose and walked out, carrying his Queen. Silently, the other slaves
left, followed by the land lords, some of them talking to each other, not
caring about what had just happened.
Marron ripped away from the guards and ran over to Pan, kneeling down next
to her. “Pan...” she said in a quiet tone, choking back tears. “I’m so
sorry...”
Pan slowly opened her eyes and managed to smile weakly at her friend. “Marron...as
one of the last things you’ll ever do for me...I want you to give my
mother a proper burial, okay? Make sure, that you...” she tried to stay
awake. “Make sure...you...put lilies...on her...grave, okay? It was
her...favorite Earth flower...”
Marron let the tears flow silently down her face. “I promise, Pan...I
promise...” she cried, holding he rin a tight embrace.
Two guards came up and jerked her off. “Don’t mess with the prisoner.
You’re coming with us.”
“NO!” she screamed, pulling away. “PAN!”
The guards dragged her off, Marron struggling all the way. “I will never
forget you, Marron...never...”
A vision of Trunks flashed before her...and him kissing her...the
feeling...his closeness... ‘Trunks...’
And then she passed out.
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PLEASE READ:
Okay people...don’t freak out. She not dead yet. Noticed how I said
“passed out”...not “passed away” DON’T GET MAD AT ME! Besides, Trunks
hasn’t come yet...there is STILL hope!!! I still have some tricks up my
sleeve...and this is NOT the end! So keep posted! Oh, and if you
review...maybe I’ll end it all fairy-tale like, okay? ^.^ Ja!