Chapter 13

It Ends Here (part 1)

A/N: Sorry this took long. Hope you like the final chapters of this story; I really hope it was worth the wait! One more chapter to go…and it'll knock you over! I'll update within two weeks.

What is happening, my love? Why have you changed so? Have you become evil because of my own actions? I've messed everything up my love. My sweet adoring love... Trunks, you will never forgive me and I will never ask you to my love. My heart hurts, my wounds need to be attended to, I feel my soul become weaker, and my energy is leaving my body. Do you feel it? Do you care my love? I'm corruption, I'm hatred, and I'm everything you never thought I would be. I was never a sweet innocent girl, why couldn't you treat me like an adult? Why couldn't you treat me like a woman? Trunks, how the hell did it come to this? I'm unconscious, cradled in your arms and I'm still hoping everything will be okay. Am I allowed to have such hope? Do I deserve to hope for a better life? I feel myself fading away Trunks; I'm leaving everyone, everything….

"Huh?" Trunks shook Pan, her body was cold like ice and though her heart was still beating slowly in her chest he could sense her life energy leaving her body. He felt his own corrupted power level lower as he felt himself panic. If she were to die it would only be because of Vegeta, his stupid father. His father would be let off the hook if she died. If Pan died Vegeta could just go back to Bulma as though nothing happened.

Trunks mind was tormented by so many strange thoughts, he confused himself into thinking that keeping the girl in his arms alive was only important to further ruin his father's life. He didn't need her anymore; she made her choice when she welcomed Vegeta into her bed. He hated her.

"Don't die yet Pan, you still have your part to play in this life. Vegeta must die!" Trunks shouted and he concentrated on his energy, pushing small amounts of his life source into Pan's body. He didn't give her much, only just enough to pull her away from her welcomed death. Her eyes fluttered open, not sure if she was dead yet, she closed her eyes again.

"Wake up!" Trunks lifted his right hand and slapped her brutally across her face, he had no intention of being gentle towards her. A plan was forming in his mind; he would get his deserved revenge. His father would be forced through suffering and death at the hands of his own son. Trunks smiled with that last thought. He imagined his father dying slowly from a fight; Pan would be beside Trunks to watch the so called prince of Saiyans being called to the depths of hell. He laughed as imagined Vegeta begging for Pan to save, begging for Bulma or even Goku to come to his rescue but nobody would, the entire world would despise the old Saiyan warrior. Nobody would pity him but Pan but she would have no part in saving him as she herself would be on the brink of death, at the mercy of Trunks.

Trunks laughed wickedly and took off into the air and headed back up to the top of the lookout platform.

At the hospital…

"Bulma, is there anything else I can get for you to make you more comfortable?" Dr Maddison walked over to check Bulma's temperature; her forehead still seemed to be too warm but nothing too severe to worry about.

Bulma smiled gently up at the handsome doctor, admiring how young ad caring he was. "I don't think my husband is coming back…" she whispered then she turned her face to the window, there was a slight breeze outside, the trees were swaying rhythmically in the wind. He was gone, gone for good. She couldn't feel or sense Vegeta and she had only felt that once when he died against the fight against Buu. He had only come back to see her to say goodbye, that was his only intention. Bulma closed her eyes tightly, she couldn't even remember his scent or the distinct feeling of his chi, he had erased his existence from her. The bond he gave her years ago was now completely severed, he had made his choice and though he was in a difficult situation he still left her and it still hurt like hell, her heart ached and she had a headache.

He had always come to her rescue, he always protected her to the best of his ability, he pushed himself to his absolute limits just for her and for all of that she gave her love to him. Everyday she loved him, even when they had fought she forgave and loved him. She loved cooking meals for him, spoiling him with new gadgets to play with, giving him massages and he had given all he could to her. She thought they were destined to be together, they were meant for each other but in her heart, Bulma realized, she knew there was no way she could compete with a Saiyan. There must have been something programmed into his genes to have made him do what he did but wasn't he also a man and it was always just a man's choice to remain loyal to his wife and refuse temptation? Bulma rubbed her temples, it felt as though her brain was going to explode, she was trying so hard to understand Vegeta but it just didn't matter any more, he as gone and he wasn't coming back for, he would never come back for her.

"Can you get me some Aspirin? My head is killing me!" Bulma asked politely, the doctor smiled at her, she saw a look of pity on his face and she blushed lightly.

"Right away Bulma!" Dr Maddison exited the room and closed the door behind him.

Be strong Bulma, she thought to herself, your children will support you plus you have great friends, it's all too much at the moment but everything will work out in the end. Bulma rolled her eyes; she couldn't even believe what she was telling herself. Her thoughts were swirling about in her head, her sorrow for her distraught son, and shame for her daughter who thought so highly of both her parents, she wondered how she would tell the other 'Z warriors' about the split. Nobody thought her relationship with the prince would last but for over twenty years she proved everyone wrong and she had shared a somewhat happy life with Vegeta. How did things go so horribly wrong? He could have just left them, he should have just left Earth, she would have understood and Trunks would have been happy with his Pan. Bulma rolled over in the hospital bed and pulled the sheets over her head, she couldn't face it, the horrible truth, her friends, her family, and she couldn't face any of it, not now, not ever.

Someone knocked on her door and let themselves in, it was Bra.

"Mom?" Bra said softly as she entered the room. She was wearing her favorite skinny blue jeans and her biker jacket that Vegeta had bought for her last year for Christmas, and she had a purple scarf wrapped tightly around her neck. Her nose was slightly red from the cold weather outside. She walked over to the bed and pulled up a chair so she could side beside her mother. She reached over and pulled the sheets down from her mothers face, she jumped a little as she saw tears running down Bulma's cheeks.

"Oh mom! What happened? Was it dad?" Bra cried out the flung her body on top of her mother's and wrapped her arms around Bulma's body. Bulma reached up to hold her daughter and rubbed Bra's back calmly.

"You're father's gone" Bulma said softly, "and I think Trunks is in trouble. Vegeta did something terrible and your brother, he…he lost control of his powers, I think he…he turned evil…" Bulma gasped and pulled Bra closer to her body. Her tears were beyond her control now, she couldn't stop. She was feeling desperate and hopeless and the warmth she felt from Bra was doing little to calm her but she was glad her daughter was with her.

"Trunks did this to you?" Bra let go of her mother and stood back. She couldn't believe her own brother could have done this; he must have been the one who blew up their home to. She wondered what Vegeta could have done to have made Trunks lose sense of himself.

"He did but he didn't mean to…I mean it wasn't really his faulty…no, he just couldn't stop…" Bulma blubbered, she just couldn't get herself to make sense, no matter would she would say it seemed Bra wasn't the slightest convinced.

"Oh please, Trunks can be a big brute sometimes but this is ridiculous! He could have killed you mom, of course it's his fault! Besides…" Bra argued but Bulma interrupted her.

"You have no idea what happened today Bra! Vegeta did something really horrible. Vegeta is never coming back!" Bulma spat out then pulled her bed sheets back over her face again. No more, she thought, I don't want any more of this. Bra blinked, her father was really gone? She didn't believe it; her father would have told her something, she was pretty much a daddy's girl after all. She shook her head. That bastard should have told her something and now he's gone for no reason she knew of plus her brother was in some disastrous trouble, something was universally wrong with her family and nobody could help her understand what was going on.

"I'll find him mom!" Bra protested then went to leave the room.

"Trunks?" Bulma said.

"No…father!" Bra raised her voice then ran out and took flight once she left the hospital. Bulma felt her heart sunk. All of her children were gone. Her husband would never see her again. Before she knew it she was spiraling down into a sea of depression and there was nobody that could pull her out. She closed her eyes and she let her mind fall into the unknown darkness and misery that was overtaking her soul.

Without him, Bulma thought, there's no need for me to live on…

A/N: Stay tuned for the final chapter of 'Pan and the Saiyan prince affair'. Will Pan save her brother from self destruction? Will Vegeta save Pan or will he die in the process? Will Vegeta and Pan ever be able to find eternal happiness together? Will Bulma give in to the demons tormenting her soul?