Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Coming of Age ❯ Chapter 3

Right, I'm on a roll… I haven't written for so long and now I finally have a day off I'm writing like there's no tomorrow.

 

Enjoy Chapter 3!

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball.

 

 

The air was thick with tension.

 

Pan hitched the hem of her evening dress up, preparing her battle stance. Vegeta stood completely still, watching her with interest. Did she really think that she was prepared for what he had in store? Then again, he was intrigued. Her eyes danced with passion, fire and anticipation for the oncoming battle. She had the features of a true Saiya-jin, something he remarkably hadn't noticed previously.

 

“Are you just going to stand there staring, or are we gonna do this?” She taunted, snapping him out of his daydream. She lunged forward, spinning her leg up to kick his side. “Come on!” Her voice echoed throughout the room.

 

Vegeta smirked, and with the bat of an eyelid he was behind her, grabbing her arms and holding them back, rendering her useless.

 

She felt his hot breath tickle her neck and she shuddered. Turning her head to meet his gaze, she was met with cold, steely eyes. Searching for an explanation, she didn't have to wait long as she found herself flying forwards with the force of his kick.

 

Catching herself, she flew upwards, firing several small ki blasts in his direction, all of which missed.

 

“You seem to be distracted, brat.” Vegeta stood still once again. “I thought you wanted a fight, not to play like some human child.”

 

Pan whipped round. “I am not a human child!” She screamed, phasing out and catching him off-guard with a swift hit to his gut. Vegeta growled and a flurry of kicks and punches followed, with Pan holding her own fairly well against the elder warrior.

 

 

Back at the party, Goten was searching for his niece.

 

“Hey, Trunks, have you seen were Pan's got to?”

 

“No, I was just looking for her… It's a bit strange if she's already bailed on her own party.”

 

The two started a search throughout the complex, seeing as her parents were also starting to question their daughter's whereabouts.

 

Eventually, they came across the Gravity Room, noticing a heightened level of activity in there - too much to be exerted from Vegeta training alone.

 

Trunks walked up to the door, peering in through the glass.

 

“Oh my Dende! Goten! GOTEN!” He shouted. Goten ran towards the glass and was speechless at what he saw.

 

Pan and Vegeta were locked in a vicious battle, both were bloodied and gasping for breath - but Pan more so than Vegeta. Her once beautiful dress was reduced to almost nothing, the floor-length skirt now rags around her upper thighs, and one strap was completely broken away, leaving the neckline plunging dangerously low. Her hair was matted with blood and bruises had already begun to form on her upper arms.

 

“Dude, we have to go in there and get her!” Goten panicked, trying to get Trunks to move so he could open the door.

 

“If we go in there now, it will be potential suicide. Let them finish up.” He said calmly, his earlier mood disappeared. He was watching Pan with interest. Although she was pretty beaten up, she was still putting up a pretty good fight. He had always enjoying watching her in battle - he found it to be memorising - how she would dance around her opponents. She had a very feminine style when it came to combat, but she could still hold her own with the best of them - as she was showing with his father now.

 

 

Pan winced as she took another deep breath. She almost certainly had at least two broken ribs. However, Vegeta still stood tall and proud although he had his fair share of cuts and bruises.

 

They could both tell that this battle was nearing its climax. Black met black as they stared into each others eyes. Both readied them again for the final sequence of their battle.

 

“Ka…” Vegeta readied himself.

“Me… Ha…”

 

Goten and Trunks held their breath. They knew this wasn't going to be pretty.

 

“Me…” Pan focused all of her energy into her blast. She was going to drain herself entirely through this, but she wanted to get at least one more hit on her opponent.

 

“HA!” The blue beam shot towards Vegeta at eye-watering speed. He steadied himself and used his ki to start pushing the blast back towards her. Pan wasn't expecting the force he used and started to struggle to contain her attack.

 

She felt herself being pushed backwards. Sweat was pouring down her face, mixing with the blood from her previous head wound. She caught Vegeta's eye and growling, putting more effort into countering his own counter attack. For a while, their forces were evenly matched until she slipped back, at the same time getting enveloped in her own Kamehameha.

 

“NO!!!” Screamed Trunks from the other side of the glass, pushing his way through the door, restoring the gravity back to normal - he couldn't see anything for love nor money. It looked like the blast has taken out some of the tiling and wall panel where Pan was standing. He couldn't see his father in the debris either.

 

Blindly, he stumbled around, trying to pinpoint Pan's ki, when he caught sight of his father, kneeling over her battered body. He stood still and watched as Vegeta pushed her hair out of her face and whispered quietly into her ear.

 

“I am proud to know that there is another, another true Saiya-jin.”

 

Trunks froze. He had never had that sort of recognition from his father. Now he was telling an unconscious girl words he had longed for since he was child. He fought his way through the ash and rubble and snatched Pan into his arms. He turned to glare at Vegeta.

 

“You couldn't help yourself, could you?”

 

Vegeta turned and smirked at his son. “At least she put up a better fight than you. Tell your mother that some repairs need to be made.” With that, he walked out towards the shower room, ready to wash the battle away.

 

Trunks looked down at Pan. Even in unconsciousness, she looked anguished - in pain. She was seriously beaten - no senzu bean would help her this time. He walked past Goten in a daze, ignoring his shouts and screams, towards the medical wing.

 

He led Pan down on one of the beds and started to prep one of the rejuvenation tanks.

 

“Panny? PANNY!” He heard the screams of Videl from down the corridor; Goten must have gone to tell them that Pan had been beaten to a pulp at her own birthday party.

 

The beeping in the background told him that the tank was ready and he gently lifted Pan in, gazing at her through the glass. Even in this state she was still beautiful…

 

His thoughts were interrupted by Gohan and Videl pushing past him and putting their hands up to the glass.

 

“Need I even ask who did this?” Said Gohan, knowing full well that he was going to give Vegeta the beating of a lifetime.

 

“She initiated it. I gave her what she wanted.” The familiar, cold, callous voice filled the room. “Unlike most of you, she embraces her desire to fight - to be who she is meant to be. You should be proud - not searching to punish who did it.” He walked out of the room, leaving everyone with their thoughts.

 

 

Vegeta walked out of Capsule Corp. into the fresh night air. He sat beneath one of the willow trees in the gardens and shut his eyes for some reflective meditation.

 

He was behind her, grabbing her arms and holding them back, rendering her useless.

 

She felt his hot breath tickle her neck and she shuddered. Turning her head to meet his gaze, she was met with cold, steely eyes.

 

His eyes snapped open. Those eyes… her eyes… They couldn't be? He thought about the scenario again… It was almost erotic. A small smile played upon his lips. He hadn't had a spar like that in so long - he was completely caught up in the moment - but he thought about it, the situation was completely arousing. Restraining her, holding her back, her countering his attacks - her attire once they were nearly done.

 

Mentally, he kicked himself. She was the closest thing he would ever find to a pure-blooded Saiya-jin female - and was unattainable. How could he even think about her in that way?

 

His inner demons were raging. He then thought about Trunks' protectiveness over her and a foreign pang hit him in the chest.

 

Guilt?

 

As night started to fade into day, he made his back into the complex and headed towards the medical wing.

 

He saw Trunks asleep on one of the beds, obviously not wanting to leave her side. Gohan and Videl were nowhere to be seen.

 

His gaze turned to the tank in the far corner. She looked like a goddess, even in that state. Her ebony tresses flowed outwards, her eyes gently shut in quiet rest. The rags that were once her dress danced in the fluid, giving teasing glances of flesh that shouldn't be seen. He shook his head… then a rush of nausea hit him.

 

*Why… Why am I thinking this? I have the woman - she has given me children.*

 

Still, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the young woman before him. She was no longer the child that stowed away on that stupid ship all those years ago. She had matured without a doubt. She had the body of a female Saiya-jin warrior - beautiful, slender curves, yet toned and dangerous.

 

He held his breath.

 

*This isn't right…*

 

How was that? I've just been on a bit of a writing mission today - whether it's good or not, I'm not too sure, so once again I would really appreciate your feedback - apparently there were 40 hits for the first chapter, but only one review… Was it that bad?

 

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