(Chapter Three)
By: Kureeji
Pan wiped her eyes, her heart filled with a new mission. “Gohan Son.” She whispered, the mystery of it’s sound catching in her throat. She clasped the bracelet in one hand, and ran from her perch overlooking the city.
She slid down the steep, rocky hill, knowing full well she could have just flown
over the whole mess. Her mother, had taught her to fly when she was very small,
although the use was limited, because the Androids could sense their location.
Fighting and flying was her mother’s greatest influence. But no flying,
that scared the villagers. One flying object would send the whole group into
hysterics, and they would call, “The Golden Warrior.”
She frowned slightly, annoyed of the villagers friendship with the legend.
They had said he appeared, and defeated the Androids single handedly. They had
praised him, and loved him for his heroic braveness. Bravery? Hero? They had
not given one thought to the
many who had stood up, having no chance to defeat the androids, but did anyway.
People who had sacrificed themselves to distract and save another. No this man
was not a hero, more like an ego hungry freak. She dismissed all thoughts about
“The Golden Warrior,” except that if she ever met him, how she would
tell him how much she “appreciated” it.
She approached the city slowly, so as not to startle the jumpy occupants. A
woman smiled a welcome, and Pan smiled gratefully back. She bumped into a man
who was hobbling along. “Oh! Sorry sir.” She said hastily, “Um,
excuse me, but, do you know who ‘Son Gohan’ is?
Does he live around here?”
The man shook his head sorrowfully. “If you really want to find him.”
The man
suggested. “Go look in the ground. That’s where most of everybody
is.” He turned and kept walking.
Pan scowled at his retreating back. As she turned around, she found herself face-to-face with a muscled chest. “Darn.” She thought, “ More thugs..”
Before she could issue any threats, he spoke, “What do you want with Son Gohan?” He asked, voice dangerously low.
She gazed slowly, meeting the intense eyes of a man with lavender hair, pulled
back into a pony tail. Two loose strands dangled by his forehead. For a few
moments she just stared. She had never met someone so,
so…beautiful.
His eyes narrowed threateningly. “Well?”
She jumped slightly, unnerved by her own reactions to the strange man. “ I have to find him.” She replied, mouth turning upside down, matching his scowl. “Now if you’ll please, move out of my way.” She side stepped, trying to get past, but was blocked as he stepped in the way.
“Look Mr.” She started, “You don’t know who you’re
dealing with.” She got into a fighting stance. “But if you don’t
move, I will have
to introduce you.” She pulled up her arm, “To my fist.”
To her utter surprise he smiled. “Good then. I’m always looking forward
to new acquaintances.” And he
got into a fighting stance.