Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hopping time lines ❯ Chapter 11: Change of Attitude ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter 11: Change of attitude

A-N: I know I know... you're probably are like 'well let's give up on her she doesn't update anymore' Please don't! Life got so busy there and I lost sight to what was important! I'm back and I'm going to be a better author this summer and work harder! Oh yeah I'm upping the rating from PG-13 to R. There will be a lot more swearing from this point on and maybe a lemon in near the very end.

Thank you to everyone who hasn't given up on me!

*Twitch*

Mini Vegeta: There you go again with that stupid word!

Me: It's not stupid it's my favorite word

MV: 0.o Blonde...

ME: *Smiles cheerfully* You're jealous Vegeta cuz your not blonde ^.^

MV: *Mutters* I can be blonde if I want to be...

ME: But mine is my natural hair color so nah *sticks tongue out*

MV: *Mumbles* At least I'm not immature...

ME *Hits Vegeta with a frying pan* I am not!

Gabe: Uhhhhhh…

Me: Where have you been? You were supposed to be helping me through my writer's block!

Gabe: *Poof and is gone*

Me: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Stupid butterfly!

Disclaimer:

Me: I own DBZ!

Pan: What was that?

Me: *Hopefully* I...own...DBZ

Pan: Really…Oh Vegeta, some assistance please...Ka...me...ha…me...

Vegeta: Big...Bang...A...

Me: *Hiding* EEP! No I don't it's not mine but Gabe said he might buy it for me!

Vegeta and Pan: Too bad!

Me: *Starts mumbling to self* I own a veggie-weggie card and it's alllllll mine. *Repeats* 0.0

"...." Speaking

'Thinking'

~Bond speaking~

*Telepathically*

\Me butting in\ or (...)

Umm can't think of anything else sorry to bug ya again...

Last time:

"You're afraid of being caught with me?" He asked with a slight amount of hurt. It was hardly noticeable, but Pan heard it and was left speechless as he walked out of the room without finishing his food.

This time:

Pan stared after Vegeta in slight shock. She was confused, why had the other Saiyan left his meal? Slowly she put her own plate down and followed him. Pan peeked her head around the small hallways of the ship.

"Geta where the hell are you?!" Pan called out in frustration. She had been searching for the baka for the last ten minutes. She let out a string of curses again as she extended her ki.

Walking into the bedroom area she began to rummage through random drawers hoping to find some training armor. Pan changed into the outfit she finally found and headed towards the gravity room to train. Her patience had worn thin and she needed some relief from the stress. She opened the door and instantly felt the pull of heavy gravity. In the middle of the room stood Vegeta, his hands wrapped in white tape, punching, kicking and flipping as fast as he could. He was shirtless and Pan could hardly keep her eyes off of him. Vegeta had yet to notice her presence and if he did he was obviously ignoring her. Quietly Pan walked over to the wall and sat down, her eyes still following his every movement. She sat there watching him for almost an hour before he noticed her. He never said anything; he just kept going at his training. Minutes later he turned up the gravity; Pan gasped when he hit the ground. She could hardly keep herself from hitting the floor; she had been reduced to staying as upright as she could on all fours. Pan crawled over to him as best she could under the gravity's pressure. Vegeta growled at her when she began to try and pull him out of the ditch.

"Baka Onna, I don't need your help!" The gravity machine started beeping loudly and Pan felt the pull of the gravity increase. She swore loudly as she was pushed farther into the ditch on top of Vegeta. Now the two Saiyans lay in the ditch cursing for all their worth. With a bit of help from the prince, Pan managed to roll over so she was beside Vegeta.

"Great one; now we're stuck to the floor, Geta," she angrily shot at Vegeta. He growled in frustration and didn't answer. Both began to strain to stand, though neither was having any luck. "We're going to have to work together..."

Vegeta slowly turned his head towards Pan. "I don't work with idiots," the prince grumpily stated as Pan frowned.

"Why the hell do you always want to fight with me when I at least TRY and be nice?" The gravity was annoying Pan to no end and she was in great need of some stress relief. Yelling was her chill pill and right now all of the yelling was directed towards Vegeta.

"You try living my life, and then you would know why I'm always on the attack!" He glared at her with a 'if looks could kill she would be dead a hundred times over' look.

(A-N: I've been known for that look and that's what my friends call it)

"What's so fuckin' horrible that you're an ass all the time?"

Now as most of you know if you speak before you think it usually results in some bad things... Unfortunately Vegeta doesn't know that.

"My dad is dead!"

Pan gasped but then thought for a second, "Dumb-ass your father is sitting at home on the throne! If not there then he's back at that space station waiting to..." Pan trailed off as her mind wheeled over something.

'Why did Vegeta's dad shoot at us when we took off and held us hostage on his ship?'

"Geta, why was your Dad trying to kill us?" Pan noticed a frown carve itself into Vegeta's already scowling face while she asked her question.

Something in his eyes grew bright, with an evil glint. "That's not my father..." He was interrupted a second later by Pan's outburst of "What?!".

"That wasn't my father, that's an imposter. My real dad has been dead for over a year." Vegeta seemed to clam up again, not speaking another word for a half hour.

Pan let him be, her own mind thinking over what she had just heard. With much effort she lifted her arm, it was even difficult to breath, and shook Vegeta.

"Let's get out of here, we need to talk."

Vegeta made a sound of agreement, sick of lying in the indented floor. Pan let out a yell as she went super Saiyan. The energy coming off of her lit the room in a pale yellow color. Pan stood up with some effort; she reached down and grabbed Vegeta's hand. Together they used their combined power to escape the death trap- aka the Gravity room. Upon exiting the gravity room and falling onto the couches both promptly fainted from exhaustion.

About four hours later Vegeta awoke to a beeping noise. Still slightly woozy he stood and walked towards the control room. Across the one screen it announced that he and Pan would reach his home planet. A moan from the room announced that Pan was waking up. He walked into the room, with a bit of difficulty trying to race into the room with his sore muscles, and watched as Pan sat up holding a hand to her head.

"You're a super Saiyan, you didn't need my help..." Vegeta slowly trailed a bit of hurt evident in his eyes.

"And you're not one? Your power level is equal to mine- maybe you just haven't had a reason to snap yet," Pan said while pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. He looked at her as she stared at the floor.

"Do you miss him?"

Pan's question came out of the blue and Vegeta looked at her for a moment in confusion. "Who?"

"Your dad, do you miss him?" Pan asked again quietly.

In a somewhat quiet and sad voice Vegeta answered her,

"Yeah, but I have to stay strong to keep my mother safe." For a few minutes they sat in silence letting each other think over what was said. From the control room there was more beeping alerting the two that there was only 30 minutes until they would arrive at home.

"Your dad.... did he ever hurt you?" Vegeta asked in a slightly timid voice, he didn't want to bring up too sore of a subject for her, but he also wanted to change the focus a bit.

Pan brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and looked Vegeta in the eyes;

"I only have mental scars from being with him."

The ship began to shake as they entered the atmosphere of Vegeta's home planet. Both stood and waited near the pods door. As they landed in the docking bay solders surrounded the ship.

Right before the door opened Pan felt an urge to do something. Following the urge she wrapped her arms around Vegeta and gave him a tight hug.

"Thanks for being the friend I need to help me."

Surprisingly the Saiyan prince returned the hug.

A-N: Well there you go hope that's up to standards for you guys!

Sorry again it's taking me so long to update!

The Beta Reader: -And for the beta to get off her lazy ass. Readers out there, give this fanfic the reviews it deserves! Or else, I will… force you all to take an English test! *Evil laughter* Seriously though, these chapters keep on getting better and better, so you better review. You, the reader, have just as much responsibility as anyone else in the writing process. You readers are the ones who (un) intentionally add little suggestions, which start up the muses that force writers everywhere to produce new chapters at break-neck speed. Do your part, and the author can produce her art.

Beta Reader: On a last note, sorry Kiwi for stealing space. Hope you don't mind.

Peace

Kiwi

Vegeta

Gabe