Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ The Dinner ( Chapter 4 )

Behind Blue Eyes

Chapter 4- The Dinner

Disclaimer: I don't own, but maybe Akira Toriyama will be nice enough to give me Vegeta.

Author's Note: Um, just read it?

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Kuris stood at attention as the gym door opened and an almost giddy Pan walked out. Once he saw that it wasn't Prince Vegeta, he sighed in relief and relaxed. "That was quick."

She smirked slightly and started to walk towards her room. Once the tall man started to follow her, she turned and looked over at her shoulder towards him. "I just had a talk with Prince Vegeta, that's all." He shrugged the feelings off and followed Pan towards her chambers.

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Vegeta stepped out of his shower and wrapped a cobalt towel around his waist and stared at his reflection in the steamy mirror. `That girl has a lot of nerve. Here she shows up on MY planet and knees ME in the groin. Has she no respect?' He cleared his throat as he grabbed a hand towel to wipe the fog from the glass.

A knock on his bedroom door interrupted his thoughts. He growled in frustration and bellowed, "ENTER!" A timid looking male soldier walked into Vegeta's room. Not even bothering to look up, Vegeta spoke. "What do you want?"

The guard wrapped his chestnut tail around his waist defensively. "You Highness, your father asked me to remind you that dinner is at 8:00 PM sharp. He wishes you to arrive a few minutes early." The male nearly jumped out of his skin as a scowling Vegeta arrived into his sight.

Vegeta walked into his main chamber and dropped his towel as he walked over to his wardrobe. His scowl ever left his face as he grabbed his usual garb and started to get dressed. "Yeah, I know, I know." He said nothing else and as soon as he had his body suit on, he growled at the soldier. "You're dismissed!" The soldier scurried out of Vegeta's room.

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Pan sighed as she looked at her watch. It was 7:55 and she dreaded seeing Vegeta again. When she had first kicked him, she was proud of herself for giving him what she felt he had coming. Now, on the other had, she was worried that he would tell his father and that her true mission wouldn't be reachable. `It isn't every agent that gets to do what I do. I need to earn their trust and get the plans so my planet can save themselves from Frieza.'

She lifted herself off of the bed and went to her luggage. Sifting through her clothing, she found what she was looking for, a jet-black dress. As she changed into her dress, she marveled at how well it fit. Her mother had bought it for her on her last birthday. The dress was made from silk and came down to her mid thigh. The fabric hugged her curves in all of the right places. Quietly, she grabbed her matching shoes and walked out of her room to see Kuris ready to escort her to the dining room.

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As Pan walked into the enormous dining room, the beauty of it struck her, once again. The walls were a Mediterranean blue and reminded her of the ocean. The ceiling was a plain white, but against the shock of color that was the walls, it seemed almost right. The floor was sky blue and was, again, fitting.

Before she could shake the shock from herself, a servant led her to a seat. Both Prince and King Vegeta stood as she was seated before finally sitting themselves. King Vegeta cleared his throat to gather their attention. "Son Pan, I've heard that you've talked with my son."

Pan's heart caught in her throat suddenly. She decided that rather than makes excuses, she should try to explain. "Yes your highness, you could say that." Before she could say another word, Prince Vegeta interrupted her.

"Yes father, she told me about her mother." His cold onyx eyes bore into Pan's as he spoke, almost telling her to keep quiet.

The king smiled happily. "Well, I'm glad to see the two of you are getting along. Vegeta, what did she say about her mother?" Pan looked desperately at the man. She thought her heart was going to beat out of her chest.

Vegeta decided to be charitable. The look in her eyes was like that of a wild animal, cornered and running out of options. "Well Father, it seems that her mother is rather powerful. I would say at least one of her parents is a saiyan, wouldn't you?"

Pan seemed to be confused for a moment. `Why is he being so nice to me?' Then she remembered her tail. She looked down at her cinnamon colored appendage. `He must have pride in the entire race, no matter who they are.' She glanced back up at the king. "My father is a saiyan, my mother is from Earth-sei."

The king seemed impressed by this. He was about to say something when their meal arrived. Pan looked down at her plate and saw something that looked like pork and rice. Shrugging slightly, she dug in, just like the two males, and ate in silence.

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The king excused himself, and the two young saiyans, at around 9:00. Pan tried as hard as she could to not look Vegeta in the eye. As she was walking, alone, back to her room, she heard his rough voice calling out. "Girl, come here."

Sighing internally, she turned and forced a smile. Without warning, he slammed her against the wall again. "Girl, I don't know what you were trying to pull, but don't assume that you can wound my pride by telling me lies. You're lucky that I stuck up for you at dinner. Rest assured it won't happen again."

Pan pushed his hands away from her. "Prince Vegeta, I don't expect you to stick up for me. I…thank you…but I wouldn't assume it wouldn't happen again." Vegeta pressed back towards her, but this time, put one hand on either side of her head.

He leaned closer to her and slowly closed the gap between them. He pressed his lips close to her ear and seductively whispered one word. "Good." He gently touched his lips to her neck and walked away as if nothing happened leaving a panting Pan.