Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Coming of Age ❯ Chapter 2

Hey! Here's the second chapter - hope you enjoy it!

 

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Trunks was entranced. There was an angel in the room, and he had to have her.

 

His eyes wandered hungrily over her, studying her every detail. The sparkle in her eyes, the way her hair moved so delicately as she laughed, greeting his mother, her hips sashaying as she walked… up to him!?

 

“Um…. Hi… Trunks?” She could tell that he was deep in thought, even nervous about something, but it was disconcerting, the way he was just staring at her, yet not acknowledging she was actually there.

 

“Trunks… Are you OK?” She gently shook his arm in an attempt to awaken him from his reverie.

 

“Oh… Oh, Panny… Sorry, it's been one of those days.” He lied through his teeth. He was not about to tell one of his best friends that he wasn't paying attention to them because he was too busy checking them out!

 

Pan laughed. “Always the same Trunks, always the same…” She excused herself politely and walked over to talk with Marron and her family, leaving an embarrassed Trunks trying to figure out what to do with himself.

 

 

Across the room, there was someone else who had watched the exchange between Trunks and Pan - and he was certainly no stranger to how she had grown up over the years.

 

It infuriated him how Trunks could be so juvenile and blatant when ogling her. He should have been drooling on the floor - it would have been less embarrassing to watch, rather than him talking to her chest the entire time.

 

He clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white with force. He was fully aware that Pan was growing up, and there was going to be a time when she wouldn't be around as much anymore. But he wasn't prepared for that to happen now. He got lost in a haze of conflicting thoughts and emotions - although they all led to one irrational fear - his little girl was growing up, and there was nothing he could do about it.

 

Videl watched her husband battle with his inner demons. She knew full well what he was worried about. It was no secret and Trunks and Pan were fairly close, and she knew she had a slight crush on him when she was younger. Her feelings now for him were a mystery to anyone, but she knew that Gohan didn't approve of the way that Trunks was staring at their daughter.

 

She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, trying to send him calm vibes through their bond. If he continued thinking this way, people were bound to notice. She felt his tense muscles relax slightly, and he turned to give her a smile. She breathed a sigh of relief. This night was for Panny - no-one could ruin this for her.

 

 

The air was thick with moisture. The heat was unbearable for the normal person. A reddish haze tinted the room and you could see the heat radiating off the walls and floor.

 

In the centre of the room, in silent meditation sat one man, his eyes gently shut in contemplation, posture perfect in order to release demons freely - he gave off the impression of calm and tranquillity.

 

*Two souls will meet… Black into blue… Fear into courage…*

 

Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut tighter. For two weeks now he had been having the same vision in his dreams. There was destruction all around… water flowed freely around the cities and towns. A streak of blue in the sky… Then a woman's eyes… black as the night, but with a blinding flash, they turned as blue as the summer sky.

 

An ear-piercing scream, then bodies, bodies of his acquaintances on Chikyuu; he would see the eyes again, then always, at this point, he would awaken from his subconscious torture.

 

He opened his eyes with a start. He couldn't dwell on this any further - he was sure that it would drive him insane. He got to his feet and raised his ki ever so slightly; enough to feel the power course through his veins - giving him the satisfaction that every Saiya-jin needs - he was powerful.

 

He lowered his ki again and exhaled deeply, releasing a breath he never released he was holding. He knew that the Woman was holding one of her ridiculous parties' tonight… in `honour' of Kakkarot's granddaughter. Apparently it was her birthday - obviously he couldn't care less if he tried.

 

Suddenly, he felt the gravity in the room return to normal. He shot his head round to the door, wondering who would dare intrude his personal space. The door opened, and he saw Pan step confidently into the gravity room.

 

“What do you think you're doing in here, brat?” He snapped at her, making her feel very uncomfortable.

 

“I… I wanted to spar, Vegeta-sama,” he smirked. She was the only one with any respect on this god-forsaken planet; the only one who realised him for what he was - royalty. “I wanted to spar, because that party was so boring - I didn't want to meet and greet people I've only ever seen once in my life. There are better things to do with my time.”

 

Vegeta smirked. “What makes you think I'd give you the time of day? For one, you are the spawn of a third-class Saiya-jin, secondly, how do you think you can spar in that?” Pan looked to her attire. Admittedly, she wasn't dressed for a spar with one of the most brutal opponents you could get, but she was willing to try and anyway.

 

She kicked off her heels and removed the pointless jewellery that Bra had made her wear.

 

“I'll give it a go… I'll show you what a `third-class Saiya-jin' can do.” She eased herself into a battle stance, waiting for Vegeta's move.

 

“I'd rather not waste my time,” he spat. “Why don't you go back to that ridiculous party of yours? I fail to see how I could even benefit from sparring with a weakling like you.” He turned his back on her, her signal to leave.

 

Pan's ki flared in anger. How dare he talk to her like that? How dare he dismiss her like a child!

 

She bolted towards him faster than the human eye could see, catching him off guard and slamming him into the wall of the Gravity Room. She pressed her forearm against the neck of the cocky Prince, knowing full well that at any second he would fling her off him with ease, but she wanted to try it on anyway.

 

“I am a worthy opponent…” she hissed. “How dare you disrespect me in that way….” Her ki flared around her and she pushed against him more, her arm squashed against his neck and her body pressed against his, rendering him (in theory), unable to move. “Now fight me!”

 

Vegeta smirked and looked her in the eyes. Black fire danced in them - a true Saiya-jin.

 

“Fine - you want a fight? You will have one.” His voice, eerily calm, made Pan slightly uneasy and he could tell that she was feeling a little nervous - so he decided to take advantage of her hesitation, powering up to Super Saiya-jin in a flash, knocking the unprepared girl off of him.

 

She slid across the floor until she regained her composure and jumped to her feet.

 

She growled and bore her teeth at him, ready for the onslaught of an angry Saiya-jin prince.

 

 

So… how was it? Like I said last time, I'm writing as this comes to me, so I don't have any idea where this is going to go next - but that's probably obvious from the chapters.

 

Once again, if you have any comments, suggestions or opinions on what you think is going to happen I would love to hear them!

 

Thank you for reading!

 

-listenserendipity