By: Sassy Bulma-san
Chapter Fourteen
"Krillin, quick call Bulma an tell her to get over here. Now!” Eighteen’s voice yelled with strength and frustration as her worst nightmare was coming true right before her eyes.
The smell of blood was thick in her nose as she took in the air around her and the sight that brought fluids almost rising out of her mouth. Flashbacks of past battles and joys where brought back through an oder of sex an dirt mixed with a sickening smell of old and new blood staining the figure on the floor that was in nothing save a towel barley covering areas of delicacy that where only for her loves eyes.
How much she had forgotten and pushed into the back of her mind was brought back from just a glimpse of the sight. How it never crossed her mind or sickened her until now, a feeling that she was learning more and more of everyday since the day of her rebirth.
"Vegeta, ..I...we have- Krillin’s... place." Bulma panted out, her hands covering her chest as she fell to her knees. She had ran, making her legs move faster than what she was capable of. Down the stairs, to the back of the house, outside a little ways off to his chamber of fighting.
"Woman, what are you babbling about?" Vegeta started to yell before turning around seeing her there in that state. "Bulma?" he questioned in a softer tone.
"Krillin’s, now!" she ordered as he picked her up to running out his chamber to see his son landing before him with something in his arms.
"Follow me boy!" Vegeta yelled, wasting no time to explain the sudden course of events. Only leaving his son trailing behind him as they flew off together to unfold a mystery that will change their lives forever.
Eighteen took Pan gently in her arms, carrying her inside as Krillin looked in horror. Marron came to where her parents stood, holding a blanket for her Kaasama.
"Here, let me wrap this around her." Marron said draping the blanket on Pan as 18 shifted her so she could wrap it all around her. Marron could only look in disgust of what had happened to Pan. True they where never best of friends, but they were friends and this was wrong.
"Kaasama, who did this to her?" she asked looking at her in the eyes. Eighteen froze for a second, how could she tell her the uncle she loved did this? But Juunana-gou wasn't himself, he wasn't her uncle. He was a monster.
"Marron, this hard to explain right now. Juunana-gou is changed back to himself, back to what me and him use to be." Eighteen said moving next to her only child.
"All that matters is that she is alive and I know we will find a way to handle this. We always have, plus I think Pan will need me and Bra a lot right now. Plus you will need me too, Kaasama." Marron said sweetly to her, grasping her hands.
"You have grown so much, so much into a young lady of grace and strength."
"I hate to break the moment, but I can feel Vegeta and Bulma and it seams there not alone. Though it's not big enough to be Gohan." Krillin said awaiting for them to burst in the house.
"Where is she, what happened?" Bulma said, her voice ragged or horse. Her heart beating fast, so many thoughts running through her mind right now. She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes gazing on the figure wrapped in a blanket. It was Pan, battered and an assaulted like a piece of meat.
"Oh dear sweet Kami.." Bulma said catching her breath, her hand clenching on the front Vegeta's shirt as they stood there. The sight of Pan, and the smell was too intoxicating.
Her mind was lost with words to say, as realization just hit her. She swung around to see her first born looking dead.
"Trunks..." she said softly. He walked to her handing the covered figure in his arms to her as she look confused at the sleeping figure.
Trunks went over to Pan, grabbing her into his arms. Cradling her like a baby. Placing soft kisses on her forehead over and over.
"He left her laying outside, I found her like that. Marron wrapped her up, I wanted to clean her up but I was afraid she might wake up and take me as him." Eighteen said looking at Trunks.
Trunks face twitched a bit, from sudden sadness to anger and disgust "Who did this?!" he demanded.
"Juunana-gou did, something turned him back to the monster he use to be. He's already started the game. Next time when he takes her, he won’t give her back." Eighteen said looking from Trunks over to Vegeta and Bulma.
"What are you talking about android?" demanded Vegeta.
"The game, it's started. It was always a game to us, a game like chess. The game is set, Earth. The queen in the corner, Pan. The pawn before her, Trunks. And everything else is nothing but a ruke in his way of knocking out the whole population of the earth." Eighteen said sheeting her gaze from each person until landing back on Pan and Trunks.
*Back at Caps.Corps.-3 hours later*
Trunks walked down the stairs, each step echoing through out the house. So silent, everyone just waiting for some answer. Some too scared to say anything, afraid of what would happened. Of what Trunks would do.
"Trunks, has she wakened yet?" Bulma asked softly.
"No, Bra and Marron are looking after her for now." he said back, his voice filled with nothing and his eyes showing death for him and sorrow for her. "Did you call him yet?"
"Yes, him and Videl are on their way. Vegeta said it would be best if you keep your distance from Gohan and that he will do the talking to him." Bulma said walking up to him.
"Trunks, where did you find her?" Bulma inquired from him. Trunks just looked at her, not giving her an answer yet.
"Where me and Pan spared, her ship popped out of nowhere."
"I'll have some technicians bring the ship over here so I can examine it closely. Vegeta is with her now, she keeps calling out his name and then saying mama. I guess we can find out some more answers later when she wakes up."
"Hm, well Pan is my main concern right now." Trunks said walking past his mother now before sitting on the sofa. His eyes shutting a bit.
"Trunks, I know you don't want to hear this. But what if Pan is pregnant from him, its plain to see what had happened to her." Bulma asked now sitting next to her son.
Trunks looked at her, his mouth forming a word but nothing coming out. His
only thing in the world that matter to him more than anything was taken from
him.