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by Jami-chan Part 8 Pan rubbed her thumb gently along a scar on her wrist. The scar hadn’t been the result of her battles in the tournament yesterday. The scar was over a year old, from the night when she decided she wasn’t going to take any more abuse. That night, after dinner, she’d ran up to her small, inadequete bedroom and locked the door. She’d then pulled a knife from her sleeve, which she’d hidden there, having stolen it from the dinner table. And she’d slit one wrist. WIth a muffled sob, she’d gone to slit the other one. However, before she had the chance, Lord Uub had broken down the door and stopped her from doing so. She remembered her pleads for him to let her end her life very well. He’d had a kind heart and was pure of soul. She was surprised when he’d attempted to kill the Princess. With a sigh, knowing she’d probably never understand, Pan stood up from the bench, still fingering the old scar as she continued to walk, the dark purple material of her dress blowing gently in the light breeze. “It’s not that hard to figure out,” A voice came from behind her. Pan spun around and found herself staring up into the ice blue eyes of King Trunks. “What... What’re you talking about, your majesty?” “You were wondering why Uub tried to kill my sister, weren’t you? And please, you’re as strong as me so I see no reason you can’t address me by my name.” Trunks stated calmly, peering down into her baby blue eyes. He held back a gulp, as he was becoming more nervous by the minute. What’s wrong with me? I was never this nervous around her before... It could be the fact that she’s got the dasmel in distress aura about her... Emotions I haven’t felt since my parents died have been erupting inside me lately, and I don’t like it one bit. Trunks thought, almost in a panic. Pan nodded and a small, delicate blush spread across the bridge of her nose, but she refused to look away from Trunks’ eyes, thinking it would make her seem weak minded. “Yes, Trunks, that is what I’m thinking. I won’t ask how you knew, but I’d like to know what you think on the subject,” Pan replied quietly as she sat back down. However, she never took her eyes away from Trunks’ as she sat down. Taking a seat beside Pan, Trunks let out a sigh. “Uub was seduced by Marron, it’s as simple as that. Marron isn’t good at hiding her ki, and I felt her near Uub the day you, Uub and your uncle arrived in my kingdom. Wanting to get revenge on Bra, Marron convinced Uub that my sister was evil, and that she must be kiled. Obviously though, Juunanagou prevented that. Something else that I should mention is that Marron is out to take over this planet. Bra revealed, and proved to me, Marron’s plan shortly after she had Marron banished. I was quite shocked, but it all makes sense now.” Trunks concluded. With a slight nod, Pan finally lowered her eyes to the ground as a thoughtful look came over her face. “So... Marron can’t count you as a key player in her game anymore... So, she’s probably going to go to my Uncle Goten...” “And King Goten will be more than willing to help Marron after I kicked him out...” Trunks finished her thought, interrupting her without hesitation. “And, to be perfectly honest, that’s not good...” Pan sighed and turned to look at Trunks. “I hope Juunanagou will stay with us, and help us fight. Because we’ll need all the help we can get if Marron convinces Goten to help her, which I have no doubt she will.” Trunks’ only reply was a nod, as his eyes narrowed and hardened, a familiar feeling taking over his senses. The feeling that he always got when...When there was going to be a war. ~*~*~*~*~ Marron caught one of Goten’s twin swords between her daggers, and quickly threw her hip to the right to avoid the other one. “King Goten! Please!” Marron jumped up, crossing her arms in front of her to block an oncoming ki blast. “I’m on your side here! I’ve come to ask you for help i--- SHIT!” Marron threw herself to the ground, allowing the Kamehameha wave to pass over her. The heat it caused her to feel on her back was almost unbearable, and she winced slightly. As soon as the beam stopped, Marron jumped back up, tackling Goten at the same time. “WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME DAMNIT?!?!” She shouted, slapping him across the face. Goten, stunned, allowed himself to be pinned on the floor of his chambers. Obsidian eyes wide, he gulped nervously. Legend had told of Marron’s battle tactics. When she wanted something, she got it. He had no idea how powerful she could possibly be, but it was said she was around the same strength as Princess Bra. And Princess Bra was a Super Saiya-jin. Smirking, Marron sat up and straddled Goten’s hips. “That’s much better. Now, King Goten, I’ve come here to ask you for your assistance...” She trailed short, seeing a lump form in Goten’s throat. Her smirk widened. “Oooh... Is the King afraid of little ‘ol me?” Marron leaned down, supporting her head in her hands, placing her elbows on Goten’s chest. Goten shook his head vigorously, closing his eyes for a moment. “Why would I be afraid of you?!?” He snapped. Before Marron could reply, Goten had found his senses and turned the tables. Marron was now the one pinned to the ground. Goten immitated Marron’s smirk, allowing his eyes to travel over her body before returning to look her in the eyes. “You have thirty seconds to explain why you killed every guard in my castle and hid in my personal chambers, awaiting my return.” His voice was now cool and collected, carrying a harsh tone to it. “I want revenge against King Trunks,” Marron stated simply. “And you’re the only one who can help me. Besides, I know you want revenge against him as well. He took your niece from you, and kicked you out...And you were a guest in his castle!” Goten nodded, eyes looking over Marron once again. Marron smirked as she watched the path his eyes followed. “Do you like what you see, King Goten?” She all but purred. Goten’s eyes narrowed and he pressed down harder on her wrists, causing her to wince ever so slightly. “You came to talk business,” Goten replied, letting her go and standing up, “So let’s talk business.” Marron jumped up, grinning from ear to ear. I’ve pretty much succeeded in getting his help. I’ll snag me my mate soon enough... She thought as she licked her lips, eyes roaming over Goten’s fit, well-toned and, not to mention, sweaty body. “Yes,” She said, linking her arm through Goten’s. “Let’s talk business.” ~*~*~*~ (AN: Now how stupid can I get? writing something like that... *sweatdrop* baka me baka me baka me...) ~*~*~*~ Meanwhile, in the After Life, two families sat together in a circle that surrounded a couldron like object. Most of them had looks of disapproval on their faces. “Goten is…I can’t believe he turned out like that…” Gohan muttered to himself. “If I ever see him in the After Life…I’ll make him pay for what he’s done to my daughter.” Vegeta and Goku shook their heads, and simultaneously spoke. “Don’t worry Gohan, he’ll pay soon enough, from the looks of it.” |