Broken Promises

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Chapter 12: Broken

Pan trembled, and convulsed in pain, as they inserted another truth serum into her blood stream. The cold foreboding feeling washed over her like many times before. But this time, her body went limp and numb as she hit the cold stone floor of the dungeon. 'I hate this.' She thought. 'I hate being weak, I hate not being able to…' she was broken off by a sudden shock of pain. It coursed through her, moving through her body like water in a river.

"Now.... let's try this again, love." Catastrophe snarled. He was frustrated with the amount of will power that she had. Yet, he was infatuated with her; her stubbornness, her will, her strength….her beauty. "Tell me, where is the sword of legend, Hitokiri?"

Pan's limp form shook, as she fought the growing headache in her head. It was a sharp, prickling, pressure that seemed to embed itself within her brain. She struggled to breathe as she pulled what little human powers she could from deep within her. If he kept on pursuing his answers, then she would eventually give in. Already, it was hard to think. Already, she felt her lips move, but willed the words to not spill from her rosy lips. She knew now. She knew what he wanted. She knew why she was important.

Flashback

A slender lady stood atop a luscious green hill. Her long raven locks, held in a high pony tale, billowed in the wind behind her. Around her, lay the bodies of the dead whom had fought in the massive battle. She could barely hold her own weight let alone the heavy sword by her side. Taking in ragged breaths, she clutched a wound in her side, whilst raising the gleaming sword.

"By the power invested in me," she managed to rasp out, "I, Koneko Hitokiri, Goddess of saiyans, give up my immortality to seal this sword of death in the depths of HELL!!!" Plunging the weapon into the heart of the Earth, she drew her last breathe, and smiled a sad smile, as she saw her lover defeat the enemy. For a brief moment, their eyes met when he turned around, and then…..darkness.

End Flashback

That was all Pan remembered when she awoke. It was like Catastrophe could sense her dreams, because before she could contemplate the meaning, he had barged into the cell, and started his hours of torment. She knew the answer subconsciously, and she wouldn't let him get it. At least, she would try to keep him from it.

"I told you," she gasped out panting rapidly trying to control her mind, "that I don't know what you're talking about!!! Even if I did, I'd never tell a dirty scum bag like you!"

Sneering, he walked over to her from the door. He pushed her head up to meet his gaze with two fingers. He leaned in close, and she tried to lean back, but was too weak to even move an inch. "Why?" He asked softly taking on a sympathetic tone. "Why choose him….over me? He broke your heart. Ripped it out, and placed it on a platter for the wolves to devour. Tell me where the sword is, and sweet revenge will be yours. Stay by my side, and be my queen. Be with someone who will give you what you deserve."

Pan's eyes widened in horror, when he leaned down, and pressed his lips to hers. She pushed against him using what little energy she reserved, but it was all in vain. He had taken her first kiss. Unable to help it, she broke down into tears. She was helpless. She had simply had no power left. The truth serum had worn off, but now…she had lost her first kiss to this brute.

When his tongue invaded her mouth, she tried to bite his lip as hard as she could, yet only managed to apply a slight pressure. Finally he released her, and pulled her up to her feet. "Stay with me!" he insisted strongly. His eyes were full of lust, craving, and destruction.

"NEVER!!!" she hissed before loosing consciousness as she was thrown against the wall in his fury.

o.o Earth o.o

Marron sat on the couch and swallowed. Eyes filled with anger, worry, frustration, and many other emotions boar into her one single body. "I'm sorry…." She whispered. "There's nothing we can do now. It's over." A whimper and sob escaped her pale lips. "It's over!"

Gohan took a deep shuddering breathe, and swallowed a lump in his throat. "So…run this by me again. Start from the beginning….please."

Nodding, the girl wiped her eyes, and retold the events of the past year. "It started when Catastrophe came into the picture. He had this ideal picture, where all of the saiyans would live equally, and that there would be no conflict between the saiyans. See, there are five different races of saiyans. Waterians, whom manipulate the element of water. The Winderians whom meld and shape the wind to their advantage. The Firians whom call upon the fiercest of Hells flames, the Voidans whom are everything in between, mostly draw ki from the powers of nature, and finally, there are the Masterians. Masterians are the most complex, and powerful of all so to speak. They, though are few, could basically make up the entire U.S.A. or the Unified Saiyan Army.

"They were the very first race to come to the universe. Of course, a true Masterian is scarce to come by. Most Masterians speacialize in one element, however, the truest of the Masterians is one who has mastered all of the elements, and special techniques of the saiyan races. Naturally, the Masterians were above all the ones given slightly more authority. Well, so Catastrophe had this dream that we would all be united and so he convinced a large group of people, that we had to rebel. No lives would be hurt, we were assured this, but in order to accomplish this feet, we had to acquire the sword of Hitokiri. We weren't informed on the details of the prophecy, but now I see his true plan….." her voice broke, and more tears slid down her pink cheeks.

Eighteen stepped forward, and stared at her with a cold menacing glare. "Go on."

"I'm sorry….okay. So the plan was, that I was supposed to come to Earth to find the key to the sword. There was only one person who fit the description of the key. Pan Son." Gohan's fist clenched tightly and Videl gasped in horror. The tension in the room was now thick enough to cut with a knife. "The original plan was to convince her to join our cause, but….the high counsel, made up of the strongest and wisest saiyans, figured out what was going on and contacted her before we got to her. They filled her in on everything, the war that had started soon after our rebellion was uncovered, the fact that she was crucial in our survival, the fact that she had a remarkable amount of power in her that none of us would ever be able to achieve, and the fact that she was disguised as a meek quarter saiyan.

"So when she was informed, we planned to kidnap her. I never meant for her to get hurt, or for the death of an innocent girl. I'm so sorry!"

Silence….but Krillen spoke up eventually, still not ready to accept the truth behind her words. "But why Pan? And what happened to Marron? Where is she? Is she okay?" His eyes were overflowing with worry, and he was holding back tears.

"Why Pan? Over five centuries ago, our Goddess Koneko descended upon Earth to aid us in a great battle against Turles's great great grandfather. But she fell in love with an untouchable man. Not only was he mortal, but he was the Prince. Though she was a goddess, to be with him was to give up her immortality, and it would be treason against him, for his family scorned the Gods, and Goddesses. In the end, their love forged a sword that brought the death of the enemy. But the power was too great to control, for mixed in with the power of their love, was also the power of her hate. Her hate for their families which denied them happiness. Koneko paid for it by giving up her life. She sealed the sword into the depths of Hell, and in turn, the sword has disappeared ever since.

"This sword holds so much power, that if in the wrong hands, it could end everything. Pan was the key, because she comes from a long line of royal saiyans."

"WHAT?!!!!" Bra screeched. "What do you mean? She's is apart of the SON family! How could she hold royal blood?"

Sympathy shone in the imposter's eyes. "Not true. We're not sure why, but the Pan was placed on this planet by the high King…her father. I don't know what he was thinking, but everything that you remember about her before the age of 5, is a lie. I think she was placed here to be kept safe. Away from enemy hands. Now I know why. Pan would one day fall in love with an untouchable man. Much like Koneko herself. She fell in love with Trunks Vegita Briefs. He is 14 years her senior and the most wanted man on Earth. But he is also King of the Voidans. Yet, that is not the reason he is untouchable. Pan has so much energy stored within her, almost as much as a Goddess, that if he were to fall in love with her, their love would create almost a second Hitokiri. One that could totally erase the first. Then Catastrophe's plan would be ruined, for the only way he would be able to attain it, is if it is tainted with evil or hate.

"What the two of them would've forged would have been pure. That's where Marron came in. We kidnapped her, and I took her place. I'm a shape shifter you see. I'm an outcast. I'm the only shape shifter left." She scoffed at what seemed to be distasteful memories. "Sora the shape shifter…that's me. Anyways, I took Marron's form, and led Trunks into loving me, but…I didn't….mean…for it to…end like…like this! Now…..Pan's probably DEAD! And Marron for sure is gone!"

"No no no no no no no!" Bra muttered. "It can't be true."

"It is."

And all through the night and morning, tears of loss, pain, regret, and agony filled the Capsule Corp. mansion. For they had lost it all, and even though it didn't quite make sense yet, they knew either way, their loved ones would end up dead.

P Trunks P

Trunks lay on his bunk bed gazing at the black void outside his window; lost in thought. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He couldn't stop seeing her smile, hearing her laugh, her eyes, she was everywhere. In his thoughts, his dreams….his heart. 'I love her.' He thought. "After all this time….now I find out what I truly feel. Pan…." He whispered her name to himself. He like the way it sounded, and the way it rolled off his tongue. "Pan." He repeated. Sighing, he turned over.

Everyone else was asleep, but he couldn't fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he would see it again. 'I should've listened. I should've listened to that lady.' The horrible image of Pan dieing at the mercy of that man's hand was painful to him. An aching had taken over his heart, and his stomach churned whenever he thought about it.

Out of the blue, the alarm went off. Sitting up as quick as lightening, he scurried to the control room. Marabu and Dryden close on his heals. Vegita and Piccolo followed at a more leisurely pace. His eyes widened before him. The space in front of them wavered like the ocean.

"It's the barrier!" Dryden informed them. He quickly sat down in a chair, and began typing in commands rapidly. Marabu joined him, and into another computer like object began mumbling and working the touch screen.

"Security breeched!" She shouted in triumph.

The barrier in front of them disappeared in revealed a spherical like station. A small tunnel stuck out the side. It looked like a dock for ships.

"Okay…." Dryden mumbled. "Take your seat everyone, and let's see if we can get in with out being noticed.

Trunks sat down, and a winding feeling built up pressure in his stomach. What would happen, how was she? Were they too late? Millions of possibilities filled his head.

"Here we go baby." Dryden mumbled. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he looked through his sensor goggles. The lasers were so complicatedly placed, that even the slightest of wavering from them the alarm system would go off, and then they'd pretty much be screwed. Letting out a sigh of relief as they docked, he opened the door to the space ship. "Let's GO!!!" He jumped out of the shuttle, and froze.

All around them, the alarms were going off, and red sirens were glowing with life. His mouth fell open.

"Don't stand there IDIOT!!!" Piccolo bellowed from behind him. "Let's go!"

In front of him, Marabu took charge reading her scanner looking for Pan's ki. From the left, from the right, enemies swarmed around them. Trunks punched wildly not caring if it hit or not. He just wanted to get to Pan. That was his one thought. "Pan" Abruptly, the enemies stopped coming at them. The small brigade stopped in the now deadly silent hallways.

"What's going on?" Marabu asked with shifty eyes.

"They're waiting for us to go to them. They're probably guarding Pan." Vegita snarled. "Cowards."

"LET'S GO!!!" Trunks yelled as he grabbed the scanner from Marabu's grasp. And on they went.

Pan

Her eyes flickered open as a loud wailing sound echoed in her cell. Her eyes were emotionless. 'There's nothing you can do now.' She thought. 'We lost. We've lost the battle, and Catastrophe will win. He's got it. He knows where the sword is. I tried…I'm sorry Trunks, but….he dug to deep into my mind, into my dreams…' A small tear trickled down her cheek, as she pulled herself into a tight ball. 'It's over….I'm sorry I broke.' Pan lay her head on her knees, and sat broken awaiting the future, with a heart that had lost all hope.

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well…srry that took so long lolz. I lost my internet connection for a while…..actually for like a couple of weeks…. o.O dun know what was wrong….but I like turned on my computer…and it like broke. --" anywho's yea I know this chapter is confusing the way Sora explained it, but I'll be sure to clear EVERYTHING up in later chapters, and thanks to everyone who reviewed, and stayed with me all this time lolz.