Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Black Hearts ❯ Saiya-jin Saga (Part One Of Two) ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: For this chapter, to disband any thoughts that I don't know how the plot goes, I know the Saiya-jin saga like the meanings of the words in a Cradle Of Filth song. It's A/U, remember. Any part of the fic that only details the actual happenings in the series will be skipped.

Particularly sick scene at the end. Pan, and a McDonalds do not mix well.

1 Year later

Pans', Vegetas' and Nappas' pods were shooting into the blue planet's atmosphere, all headed for one place. The three pods smashed into the ground, creating three craters in the dirt. Vegeta got out first and found a Namek and a small kid waiting for him. He checked their power levels and chuckled.

'You must be the Saiya-jins,' greeted the Namek gruffly, who was hiding the boy behind his leg.

'Ah, yes. I am Vegeta, Prince of the Saiya-jins, and you must be the one who killed Raditz, which would mean that you are the one who makes the Dragon Balls. Nappa!' Called Vegeta over his shoulder. Nappa came up to him and saluted. 'Make sure you do NOT kill the green one, understood?'

'Yes sire!'

'Good. Now, lets hurry and ge...' He was interrupted when several more people flew in. The Saiya-jin's counted the Namek, the Tri-clops, the shorty, the scared one, the mime and the kid. The Namek was the strongest at only 2000. It was laughable. Vegeta ordered Nappa to take care of them as he wished. He chose the slow way, leaving Pan and Vegeta to stand and watch.

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'BOOOMMMMM!!! HHAHAA!!! Yeah!! Kill'em all Nappa! Look, the three eyes is angry with you!!!' Cheered Pan just as the mime had self-destructed. 'Did you see that Vegeta! I didn't know that was possible. The funniest part is that it didn't even work!' Pan was now pacing about, yelling into the fight, whereas Vegeta was sitting on a boulder under a tree.

'Pan! I order you to settle down! This isn't entertainment! It's a warzone. Show some restraint,' said Vegeta irritably.

'A warzone? It's a fucking massacre Vegeta! When was the last time we actually enjoyed a good massacre? It's normally blast blast kill. Blast blast kill. Freeza gives us too little time to enjoy ourselves when killing!'

'SOLDIER!' Exploded Vegeta, referring to Pan, who instantly shut up. 'Shut up, Or I'll kill you myself!' Pan stared at him for a long time, before sitting down on the boulder with Vegeta.

'Forgive me sire. I'm just understandably excited about the Dragon Balls. Why aren't you? You should be happy that Freeza will soon die by our hands.' Vegeta glared at her coldly and shoved her from the rock. She stumbled, but didn't fall. She looked up at him with her normal, unfeeling eyes, but with a hint of questioning behind them.

'For one, 3rd class, there is no 'us'. Only me! I am the prince! I am the legendary, and I will kill Freeza, not you!' He yelled at her. 'Two, I'm thinking! I'm preparing for the biggest battle of my life, and all you can think about is some fucking massacre! Go! Just go! Kill what you want! Just.......leave me alone,' he finished in a whisper.

Pan was seething. 3rd class? She was stronger than Vegeta for most of their lives, and now suddenly he's too good for her?

'I've been stronger than you my entire life, now that I'm injured your suddenly too good for me!!?'

She powered up and blasted Vegeta with as much power as she could muster in 2 seconds, and used the force of the blast to propel herself into the air. She turned and blasted off in a random direction. The whole warzone had come to a screeching halt to watch the spectacle unfold. Everyone was confused. Why had the female blasted the leader and taken off?

'What just happened Krillin?' Asked Gohan innocently. Despite the direness of the situation, Krillin managed to make a joke.

'I think he just blew her off'

'Huh?'

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Pan flew across endless country, until she came across a large city. She observed the strangely shaped buildings and the odd transportation networks.

She landed outside a big dome shaped building. She walked right in and looked around. Suddenly a running Blue haired woman crashed into her and fell over.

'Oh!! Get outta my way! I have to go to Master RoshiÕs place! I'm already late! Help me up!' Demanded the woman. Pan stared at her, unmoving. The woman looked at her oddly, for the first time noticing her armour. 'Who are you anyway? You don't look like any of my employees.' Pan ignored her further and caught the scent of food in the air. Having not eaten in a year, she was drawn to it. She walked into the kitchen and saw food on the table. The woman followed her in.

'Are you ok? Your limping,' said the woman who was slightly concerned. Pan looked at her leg. Zarbon had given her that limp right before he raped her. She shivered slightly at the memory.

'It's always been like that. Ever since I was injured.' Pan sat down at the table and began to stuff the food into her mouth.

'Your hurt? Here, eat this,' she said while handing Pan a senzu bean. Pan took it and looked at it cautiously, sniffing it to check for poison. 'It's safe. It'll heal you,Õ she said to reassure Pan.

Pan put in in her mouth and slowly chewed it, still wary for poisons, and swallowed. Instantly the ever so slight ache in her knee went away. She got up and tested it, and sure enough the limp was gone. She hoped deeply that her heart had gotten better, but she didn't feel stronger at all. She cursed.

'Give me more,' she demanded simply. The woman glared at her.

'First, even if you needed another one, I donÕt have any more, and second, I just healed you! I think a thank you is in order,' said the blue haired woman expectantly. Pan sauntered over to her, cornering her against the wall.

'I think you need to shut up old bag.'

'O-old? OLD!?! For your information I'm Bulma Briefs, the richest, smartest and most beautiful woman in the world! I'm certainly not and old bag like you!!' Pan punched the wall right next to Bulma's head, burying her arm in the wall all the way to her shoulder. Bulma's face paled. That was a brick wall she just mauled! Pan put her face directly in front of BulmaÕs, so that Bulma could feel PanÕs breath on her face.

'I don't care who you are, because I'm about to kill you.' Pan pulled her arm free of the wall and picked Bulma up by the neck, holding her off the ground at an arms length. Bulma gasped and coughed.

'If you kill me my friends will wish me back with the dragon balls. It would be a waste of your time!' Pan eyes widened slightly and she dropped Bulma into a heap on the ground.

'Very well. If I kill you now, it might have repercussions later. I wouldn't want to jeopardise my chance at getting my wish.' Pan turned and blasted upwards through the ceiling.

Once Bulma got over the shock, she examined the hole in the wall and found a trace of Pan's blood on a piece of metal that had ripped her skin. She took a sample of it and left for her lab.

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Pan landed in a populated downtown area with tall buildings and got a few weird looks because of what she was dressed in, and that she had seemingly flown in. Her anger fading, she began to get giddy once again. She was thinking about what kind of massacre she could have. She wanted to see the fear and hate on the people's faces. She spied a place that had the aroma of food coming from it, and suddenly realised that she hadn't eaten that much at Bulmas'. She guessed that it was a children's restaurant, as there were childish designs on the walls and many young kids running around. She walked across the street to get to the 'McDonalds' and a car slammed on the brakes before crashing into her. The car split right down the middle, and Pan stayed right where she was. She was about to blast it, but was satisfied when she saw that the windscreen was cracked and dripping with blood. She walked on as if nothing had ever happened and pushed the doors open. She sauntered up to the counter and looked at the pictures of food.

'Can I help you Ma'am?' Asked a female employee.

'Yes,' replied Pan, while putting on a fake gentle smile.

'What can I get you?' She asked nicely. Pan licked her lips and answered with deliberate slowness.

'That,' she said, pointing at one of the children in a happy meal advertisement. The woman looked behind her and turned back.

'I'm sorry, which one?' Pan could feel her heart beating faster, in anticipation of the coming fun.

'That one,' Pan repeated, while pointing back at the ad. The woman looked back again.

'That's a...uh....thatÕs a kid,' she said with a hint of nervous laughter.

'I know. I want one.' Pan was playing the psycho and was loving it. She knew she was beginning to scare the person behind the counter.

'Well lady, if you want one...maybe you need to get laid,' said the employee with a bit of nervousness tinging her voice.

'You mean, you think I should go get fucked?' Pan slowly pulled the girl close to her so that their faces are almost touching. 'Right?' The girl gulped.

'Look Mrs. Monosyllabic, if you don't put me down right now, I'll.....I'll....Õ Dared the girl.

'You'll what? I can't hear you!' Yelled Pan, raising her voice. The manager came over to her.

'Miss! I think you'd better leave!Õ Pan kicked him into the wall where he slid lifelessly to the ground, and snapped the neck of the girl she was holding, then ripped it right off of her shoulders. People began to scream and run for it, but Pan blasted the roof in front of the doors causing it to fall, blocking the path. She crushed the head she was holding and began to blast the building, without killing anyone there.

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'NAPPA!!! Stop! I wish to ask them a question,' ordered Vegeta. Nappa immediately ceased fighting, as did Piccolo. Vegeta proceeded. 'I wish to know, is the one you call "Goku", the Saiya-jin Kakarott?' Vegeta looked around, waiting for answers.

'Yeah!' Replied the gruff voice of Piccolo. 'ThatÕs what Raditz called him, and when he gets here, you're all toast.' Vegeta didn't reply, as he appeared to be thinking. After a few seconds, he talked.

'I wish to wait for Kakarott. We will have a two hour break. Nappa! Go find Pan and bring her back.' Nappa left without a word, leaving Vegeta alone.

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Pan was sitting on one of the plastic seats in the McDonalds, with a small boy on her lap. She was smiling at him sickeningly sweetly.

'Now, if you want your mommy to live, you must not make a sound, Understood?' She said slowly in the way that one would talk to a small child. He muffled a sob of fear and nodded mutely. 'Good.' She picked him up and brought him to the kitchen. The whole place was dark and dusty. She had slowly killed most people there. Now, this boy and his mother were the only ones left. She slowly lifted him over the deep fat fryer, which was still on and, ignoring his pleas, plunged him into the boiling oil up to his knees. The mostly silent establishment instantly erupted with youthful shrieks of agony. The child began to thrash, vomit, soil himself and beg for mercy. Pan's spine chilling laughter soon joined him.

'You scream like a little bitch!' She lifted him out and looked at his legs. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly when she saw that his skin was still attached. She dunked him back in, only this time up to the waist. She held him there for about 15 seconds, before she took him out. His high-pitched wailing became too much for her, but he began to choke on the things trying to get out his mouth, sparing Pan the noise. She lifted him out and brought him to his mother and snapped her neck. The smell of burnt flesh caused her to gag. She was about to leave when Nappa burst in through the wreckage. He looked around, and his gaze met the young boys'. He looked shocked. Sickened, even. His eyes darted to Pan.

'You?' He questioned. She smiled devilishly at him. 'Pan.....you have gone too far!' She looked at him ludicrously.

'I've gone too far? Good one Nappa!' He didnÕt return her mirth.

'Pan.....I mean it. By doing this.....you've sunk to Freeza's level. This is the kind of thing that he'd do. Not what a noble Saiya-jin warrior would do! The only reason the Saiya-jins ever purged planets was under Freeza's orders, and I think that you and Vegeta forget that!!'

'It's life Nappa! I know you had a life on Vegeta, but we didn't!Õ She retorted, referring to herself and Vegeta. 'Killing is all we know, and if killing makes us strong enough to survive, then so be it!'

'You KNOW that you're wrong Pan. We kill to survive yes, but doing this isn't making you any stronger. Defeat the strong to become more powerful. Don't torture the weak. We are here by our own free will, not under orders. Besides, Vegeta wants us back. Kakarott is returning shortly, and he's meant to be far stronger than before.' Uncharacteristicly wise words for Nappa. He made Pan think that maybe he's not a thick as she thought.

Pan looked at the child, then at all the other mutilated corpses littering the floor, then at her blood covered hands and sighed, not out of regret, but out of admission.

'Your right. I haven't been myself since we got here. I keep thinking about androids. I don't know why. You know about how I'm meant to destroy them?' Nappa nodded, familiar with the tale. 'This place.....this planet reminds me of that stupid obsession. Ever since I woke up from that heart injury, I've felt different. She dipped that dagger in something before she stabbed me. Maybe it had some kind of effect on me,' mused Pan warily. Nappa only grunted in agreement.

'It's also close to the full moon. That could be affecting you, but it usually affects Saiya-jins in a different way.'

'Lets go back to Vegeta,' said Pan abruptly, leaving no room for further discussion. She just wanted to shut Nappa up. Moon or no moon, she still wanted to kill something. Sure, always blame it on the moon. Without a second to lose, Pan blasted away, followed by Nappa, leaving the child there barely alive in his dead mother's arms.