Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Down to My Last Saiyan ❯ sick ( Chapter 4 )

Down to My Last Saiyan

Down with the sickness

“Vegeta…”

“Vegeta…I know you hear me wake up!”

He heard her, he smiled inwardly that she was speaking to him…aloud; however, and the tone of her voice set him at edge.

Slowly one eye opened and looked to where the Demi- Saiyan was giving him a piercing stare. Vegeta thought about rolling his eyes, a sure gesture that she was annoying him… but thought better of it.

 

Both eyes now opened, he gave the most receptive face he could muster given the circumstances.

She looked confused for a mere moment, then regained her glare, knowing full well what she wanted to say but not sure of how to get it out.

They were silent and only looked at one another, but courage up welled inside and she bolstered up the attitude, which she was known for…

 

He had to blink as she flew close up to his face, she was totally invading his personal space, and she glared hard and bunched up her fist in an indignant fashion.

 

“Why damn you Vegeta, why didn't you kill them? Why did you allow them to live?”

 

“I allowed nothing!” He bellowed right back, spittle dropping on her face. He was getting mad too.

 

“Yes! Yes, I know you could have killed, them Grandpa could have killed, them… But you just scattered away and ran... and took us with you!”

 

Vegeta tried calming down, how dare this imp question him and his abilities, how dare she mention that person to him, as though he could not compare, in a favorable light, and whom was this Onna thinking she was?

 

Pushing her shoulders, she threw off away from him to give him room to breath.

 

Vegeta deeply breathed and tried not to think of her and who she was… somehow it had passed his notice that this was Pan, his still student, not an Onna, not to him…wild thoughts burned his mind.

 

“If I hadn't taken you with me, you would be burned like that mud ball we left… If you thought I could defeat them then you are wrong, not then.”

”Why not! You're a SSJ4; you could have taken them…Go-”

 

Vegeta grabbed at Pan shaking her as he spoke his words…

 

Do not say that name, not to me… Think why not could I transform, I couldn't very well survive in outer space, long enough to beat whomever it was, and it was more then one… I had other things on my mind… People to protect... I lost my son, your father had lost your mother, and Chichi; Bulma was near death and, and…”

 

He could not continue he was so mad, foam was gathering at both sides of his mouth, why was he explaining himself to her. She did not understand he did not want to stay at the planet, not when everyone was taken so quickly. he had revenge on his mind.. Deep revenge where everyone who ever hurt him would suffer. The fucking Jecians who attacked did so unawre to him, and that scared him… He felt them almost too late, and it was too late for those who had died before the battle began… He had to protect them didn't he?

 

Her head was whipping back and forth and Vegeta had stopped talking. His hands were piecing her shoulders; the grip was far from reassuring. She wanted to say something but her mouth opened and no words came out... she was so mad, mad at him mad at her father and mad at Bra…

 

She was not stupid she knew what was going on, but could not understand it, none of it. This had overwhelmed her so much that she finally had snapped out of her silence… But it had nearly been three weeks…

 

Vegeta had talked to her, so many times, but she could not say anything back. However, he knew… he knew what she felt, except he could not know the deepest part of her anger. And that anger ate at her so much that it finally reached a pinnacle.

 

“I hate them,” she finally said.

 

“I hate them too,” he agreed.

 

For a moment, she said nothing but looked at him, then asked, “Then why have you allowed it!”

”How was I to know they would attack”

 

She crossed her eyes in the confusion. Then understood her mistake. “No, I hate Bra and Gohan”

 

“You do not hate them…Focus you hate Jeice”

 

“Don't tell me who and what, how could they how could they when when what about Goten and my mother!”

 

“Pan they are dead”

“And they should not be!”

“It's the Jecians, not your family, not mine who's at fault.”

“Why then, why did they?”

“To survive, people do things to survive, you must know this, and you're not that stupid!”

“I am not stupid, but what about loyalty, what about that!”

All her fears and questions over the past weeks had plagued his mind. This was how it was coming out.

 

 

Gohan made his way to where Pan was, at, he had hear her voice, and was excited to speak to her… he had been so worried, but Vegeta had reasoned with him that it was normal… he understood that.

 

The door swooshed open and both Vegeta and Pan looked to where stood her father. She openly stared a heated filled look and turned her face away form him.

“Vegeta?” he asked

“Son- not now”

“Pan, Pan are you okay?” Gohan asked

 

“GO away form me, I hate you”

Shock and understanding plastered on his face. He was hurt by her words, and hoped that she would heal her heart, and not really hate him. She was his little girl his Pancake. Could she ever hate?

 

Vegeta shook his head, and Gohan spoke, “OK Pan I will go, but I love you”

 

Pan kept her face turned from her father staying stiff. Vegeta's hands were still locked on both her shoulders.

 

“Ok, then” then Gohan left.

 

The swoosh noise ended and Pan began to visible shake under his grip. He looked down to see tears falling form her eyes but no sound came form hr mouth.

For a moment, he thought she had gone quiet on him and began to shake her again,

 

`Stay with me Pan, don't you dare go silent on me again, I wont have you lost, do you understand me? Dam it say something I don't care what it is!”

 

“Fine” she told him.

 

It was clear as a bell, and was the best words he had heard, she was not lost.

 

He did the unbelievable act, squeezed her form to him. There she cried and finally her cries reached his ears. It was the worst and the best sound he could have hoped.

 

“Shsh, shsh Pan, things will work out, we have work ahead of us, hard work I know you'll like that”

 

Vegeta could not find any other words to comfort her. This was not his strong point.

 

He closed his eyes, and wondered how much Pan could understand as to why Bra and Gohan needed each other… It was miracle in itself that they were compatible in this way…For a moment he thought of how well he was surviving, but did not want to explore that… He knew that it had a lot to do with the girl he comforted in his arms, that they were connected in some intricate way. That her survival meant more to him than even Bra's. Bra was now Gohan's responsibility even more so then it was ever Goten's… However, he had to care for them all... they were the last of his kind… his last Saiyan.

 

He kissed Pans head, and her sobs died down. She only snuggled up under is chin and clung to him. He sat on the floor and adjusted her into his lap, and rocked her like a child. Soon her hiccups left and a light snore heard

 

He thought of how good it was to let out things. She had been quiet too long, and nothing made sense. He began to count the time they had left until they reached Arvitar… Four more days…

“Four days, Panny, four days and how about we get out of here”

 

Nothing said because she had exhausted herself to sleep. However, it made him feel better…. He was slowly losing his mind over this whole fucked up trip as it was…

 

She never told him she hated him… he smiled, and then the light flickered off again. He must be losing it; he was now sleeping through on cycles and off! He must be getting sick…