Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Coming of Age ❯ Chapter 4

I'm poorly sick… Not cool. So what better to do when you're off work with the sickness than to write!

 

Chapter 4…

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball.

 

 

Suspension.

 

Light as a feather, it was as though gravity no longer had meaning.

 

Darkness.

 

She noticed that she couldn't see, but through this other senses were heightened. She felt that her face was half obscured. Bubbles flowed upwards, brushing her fingertips gently.

 

It all came back to her now; the fight with Vegeta, her ruined birthday party, her ruined dress. Her parents were going to kill her when she got home. She settled again in the rejuvenation tank… knowing that her consciousness was only in spirit and not in her physical form. Soon, she would be released, but until then she should make the best of being able to return to a state where she would be strong enough to face the music at home.

 

“Brat… Brat, you better wake up… It's been too long, you hear me?”

 

*…Vegeta?* Pan was immediately awaken from her introvert thoughts.

 

“You surprised me yesterday. You… you are a true Saiya-jin, don't ruin it now…, Onna.”

 

Pan's eyes bolted open, and the machine around her started to beep and make all sorts of warning noises. She started to struggle in the machine, her heart rate rocketing sky high.

 

*He didn't just say that? What's going on? I need to find him, to see him… I need an explanation!*

 

Trunks bolted over from the other side of the room, ignoring the fact that less than a minute ago he was fast asleep.

 

“Calm down Panny… Calm down…” He whispered quietly as he deactivated the chamber, releasing her from her new-found prison.

 

She stepped out with vigour, slipping at the first hurdle and falling straight into Trunks' outstretched arms. He looked down at the sopping wet girl in his arms, still wearing what was left of that dress, with her womanly goods looking as though they were just for him. Her gaze followed his and she leapt backwards, blushing furiously as she realised just how exposed she was. She pulled the hem of the dress upwards, trying to conceal the dusky pink hues that were determined to be seen.

 

“I… I need to get home… I need to change.” She stuttered, unable to look the man in front of her in the eyes.

 

Trunks stood still, trying to mouth a sentence, but nothing came out. He instead stood, gaping like a blowfish, unable to put any expressions or feelings into words. In part he felt like a common pervert, struck dumb by something as simple as a little body contact. But try as he might, he couldn't get the feeling of her pert, young breasts pushed up against him out of his head.

 

“See ya later, Trunks.” He was snapped out of his daydream by Pan rushing past him, eager to get away from his lecherous gaze, no doubt.

 

He mentally slapped himself. “How could you be so stupid, you fool!?” He shouted to himself, slamming his hand down on the entire counter with force. Red mixed with white as the demi-Saiya-jin slid to the floor, frustrated.

 

 

Pan ran out of the nearest exit she could find in the labyrinth-like complex and shot into the sky. Her parents were going to freak when she got home, but one thing she couldn't shake was the voice she heard just before she awoke. She was sure it was Vegeta, but there was a different tone to it that she hadn't heard before.

 

*No use in speculation,* she thought. *I'm just gonna have to go for another spar and get it out of him that way.*

 

She landed by her front door and let herself in. Judging by the height of the sun, she figured it was early evening.

 

“Dad? Mum?” She shouted out, almost hoping to get no response. Lady Luck wasn't on her side today as they both came crashing out of the kitchen like over-excited puppies. They both put their hands to her face, checking her over as if she was an antique for any scars, bruises or blemishes.

 

When Gohan was satisfied that she was OK he took a deep breath. Pan recoiled, knowing that the verbal onslaught she had feared was on its way.

 

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?”

 

Pan zoned out - she didn't have the time to explain everything to her parents. She let the verbal battering continue for a while, nodding her head in the appropriate places, then apologised and excused herself so she could go and clean herself up.

 

 

Trunks sucked in a short, sharp breath. He knew it wasn't a wise idea to act upon his angry emotions. He regretted it even more now as he squared up to his father in 450x Earth's gravity.

 

He was blinded by his emotions, his feelings for Pan and wasn't faring well as a result.

 

“Brat! What is the point of coming in here a challenging me to a spar if all you're going to do is stand there like a bloody idiot!” Vegeta screamed in his son's face, knocking him to the ground with a carefully executed roundhouse kick.

 

“I need your help!”

 

Vegeta stopped his assault and looked to Trunks with confusion etched on his face. He walked over to the control panel and reduced the gravity back to normal.

 

“What do you need boy? I don't have all day.”

 

Trunks hauled himself up off the floor and walked over to where his father was waiting, all the while trying to ignore the urge to tell his father it was already 9 o'clock at night.

“I need to impress someone… Impress them in a… a… romantic way, if you will…” he paused to take a deep breath. “B…But I think she's not interested… And I'm not sure how to go about getting her attention.”

 

Vegeta looked to his son with disgust. Previously, before he had even met the Woman and had children, he always envisaged his heir to be strong in both body and mind and to inherit his characteristics, but no. His human side was powerful - possibly even more so than his Saiya-jin traits. Then again, that was almost expected with the Woman's fiery nature.

 

“She is more of a Saiya-jin than you.” He whispered, almost hoping that Trunks' sensitive hearing wouldn't pick it up.

 

Trunks' head snapped up, his feet no longer as interesting as previously thought. “What?” He shouted; his usually clear blue eyes clouded with confusion. “How…? How did you know?”

 

“It's only natural.” Replied Vegeta, shifting uncomfortably, visions of the girl starting to cloud his mind… He shook them off quickly. “You've spent a remarkable amount of time with her, her fighting spirit is admirable and she is a typical Saiya-jin female - in strength, attitude and…” he paused. “Looks.”

 

Trunks looked quizzically to his father and nodded his head. He knew that he needed to embrace his heritage with open arms, but what he didn't know was how Vegeta had been so certain of his infatuation with Pan - also in his descriptions. Thoughts he would have rather ignored started to fly around in his head, but he dispelled them quickly. He bid his father goodnight, sensing that training was well out of the question now and headed towards the exit of the gravity room.

 

“Good evening Trunks-san.” Trunks looked up to find a cleaned up Pan stood in front of him, a slight smile dancing on her face. “Thanks for your…” she cleared her throat, trying desperately to forget the embarrassment caused earlier by her `slip-up'. “Concern earlier; I'm very grateful.” She moved past him, heading towards his father.

 

He turned around, mesmerised by her movements. The baggy jogging pants she wore still gave the hint of perfectly toned thighs, the tight training top she wore accentuating her subtly defined muscles. “Pan, you shouldn't be training. You should rest.”

 

Her head snapped round. “Excuse me?” She spat back, her eyes dancing with fire. How dare he? How dare he tell her what she should and should not do!

 

Trunks realised his mistake as soon as he had said it. He looked to his father who had obviously noticed the same, and was smirking out of Pan's eyesight.

 

“I'm sorry Panny, I didn't mean it… I'm just concerned for you. That was a pretty big blast, and you were pretty beaten up and-.” He was cut off by Pan's shouting.

 

“DON'T apologise Trunks. I am fully aware of what condition I was in last night, but you seem to forget that, like you, I am a Saiya-jin. I am a warrior. Something small like a vicious spar - that's right, spar, not battle - is not enough to put me out of action. Don't you forget that.” She turned on her heel, refusing to acknowledge his presence and continuing walking towards the control panel.

 

Trunks shot a desperate look to his father, who only looked away, silently ushering him from the room.

 

Pan remained in silence until she heard the door slam, signalling that Trunks was gone.

“Dende! What did I do to deserve two fathers!” She screamed, her ki rising rapidly. “Argh, he frustrates me so much sometimes!”

 

Her temper tantrum was interrupted in part by Vegeta's laughing.

 

“And what do you find so amusing?! He's your son, Vegeta. Don't you forget that! It's your flesh and blood that acts like a common housewife!”

 

The laughter stopped and black met black.

 

“Well? Anything you'd like to say in defence of your pathetic heir?” Pan knew she was just teasing now - anything to get the Saiya-no-Ouji riled up for a fight.

 

“He gets it from his mother.”

 

“Is that it? I would have expected more from my Prince, you're getting weak and slow in your-.” She was cut off suddenly by Vegeta pinning her up against the cold, chrome walls. She took in a deep breath and prepared herself for an intense attack, but was surprised with an `attack' of another kind.

 

The Saiya-no-Ouji brushed his lips against hers, gauging her reaction. When he was met with a startled gasp, he crushed his lips to hers; engulfing her own with a passion he hadn't felt in years. He opened the gap between them once again and his eyes lingered over her swollen, pomegranate lips.

 

“Vegeta-sama?” She questioned quietly, her eyes boring into his, looking for an answer to question that need not be spoken.

 

She brought her hand up to his face, tracing down his jaw line with a tender touch he had never experienced before. She trailed her index finger over his lips, which she found to be surprisingly soft and took in a deep breath.

 

“May the Gods have mercy on me…” she exhaled as she closed the space between them once again with a fiery passion she had no idea she possessed.

 

 

Well… Dangerous goings on here… That's what you get from not having a story plan or plotline but just from writing on a whim.

 

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