Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Isn't Worth Living Without You ❯ Welcome To Your New Home ( Chapter 3 )

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Hey, another chapter has arrived! Ok, I'm not going to bore you with my babbling, I'm just going to get right to the point. In this chapter, Vegeta and Trunks takes Pan to the castle, her new home. She meets Bulma and Bra and the servants. As always, enjoy!

Welcome To Your New Home

"So this is the castle, eh?" Pan looked up at the 20 storied palace before her. "Yep, that's it! I have the 18th floor to myself, my sis has the 19th, and dad and mom get the rest," "Only because I'm the best," Vegeta said with that smart-alleck tone in his voice.

"Is this meant to impress me?" Pan snorted. "You're not the social type, are you?" Trunks asked amusingly. "Ha ha. I can barely breathe," her voice leaking a ocean of sarcasm. Vegeta liked her attitude, his was just the same but a little more nicer.

She was mean, tough, vibrant, and ready to kick a**! She was almost too good to be true. And the best part was, was that she would always have the advantage, at least in the beginning, when fighting. Her opponents will think, `She's just a girl', and end up pulling something stupid, giving her the chance to kill them.

"I know how much fun staring at the castle all day can be, but can we go in now?" "Sure," they walked in to be meeted by many servants. "Good evening sires. Is there anything you'd like?" one asked. "Go get the Queen and Princess and send them to the 17th floor," Vegeta ordered.

"Yes sire," one went over to the elevator to go up and get them. "Come on, Pan. Allow me to show you to my- I mean your room," Trunks said, started to fly up to the 17th floor. "Perverted jack-ass," she muttered, following him with Vegeta behind.

"So where's your parents right now?" Vegeta asked. "None of your business, old man," she answered. "Don't want to talk, eh? Fine then, girl, but I'm going to get some info out you sometime; a trainer has to know about their student," "You'll have to kill me first," she stopped at the floor that Trunks landed on to see two females waiting. Vegeta landed behind her.

"Hello," Bulma greeted. Pan just looked at her. "How are you?" Bra asked. Pan didn't even look like she was about to say anything. "My, aren't we quite the talker?" Bra joked. "Where's my room?" "You sure don't waste any time getting to the point," Bulma walked up to her.

She started looking her up and down, circling her, pulling on an articla of clothing or touching her hair once in a while. "Well, she's a pretty one," Bulma said to Vegeta. "Too bad you aren't," Pan looked the other way. "Got an attitude too. Reminds me of you, Vegeta,"

"Funny woman," "Bulma," "Whatever," "So, what's your name?" "If you must know, it's Pan. Now is someone going to show me to my room or not?" "I will. Come on," Trunks walked down the hall. Pan followed him. As they were walking away, Bra asked to Vegeta, "Is she your new student?"

"Yes," "You think you can actually get her to listen to you?" Bulma asked. "Yes, I think I can teach her to be a good girl," Bulma laughed lightly at his response. "I love you," she kissed him on the lips. "Ugh, get a room!" Bra walked away. "That's your daughter," she said.

"Yeah, she's too smart to be yours," "Oh go on!" she gave him a love tap on the rear. "Later woman," he went on his way to Pan's room.

"So, how do you like your room. "Well, red IS my colorso I guess it's ok," the room was…let's just say it was pretty big! It had a queen size bed, 4 dressers and a big dresser with a mirror, had a bathroom with a tub and spa, had a big screen TV, and the room just happened to be red and white.

"So red's your color, eh? I'mnot surprised, you are pretty devilish," Trunks eyed her. "You aren't funny, get the hint!" she went and sat on the bed. "So, how do you walk and fight in those heels?" he asked, sitting by her. "I've always just like wearing them with my outfit, it looks nice," Pan was so focused on scooting away from Trunks that she didn't know how nice she was being.

"Are you ok?" he asked. "I'm fine!" she crossed her arms. "Geesh, calm down! You need to learn how to have a conversation!" "Hmpf!" "Anyway, yo-" "Enjoying yourself, Pan?" Vegeta walked in, cutting Trunks short. "No!" she looked ticked.

"Leave," he told Trunks. "Ok," Trunks thought he must have wanted to talk to her alone so he obeyed. Vegeta sat down where Trunks recently was. "So kid, tell me some more about yourself," he said. "Why don't you tell me about you. I'd rather not tell my business to a stranger."

"Fine then," Vegeta cleared his throat. "You should know my name by now I'm a King.. I'm 52. Both of my parents are dead, they both got killed during the war for this planet's freedom. I got the last hit in that war, avenging them. I bonded with the woman around 22 years ago. I have two brats. Anything else you want to know?" He said pretty quickly.

Pan slowly shook her head, trying to suck up all that info. "Now, how about you?" he asked. "I already told you about me at the stadium! What else do you want to know?!" she exclaimed. "You still haven't told me where your parents are," "Aren't we suppose to be training?" she tried changing the subject.

"We start tomorrow. Where are they?" he had a serious look. "They…live far away from here," "I didn't ask where they lived, I asked where they were," Vegeta could tell something wasn't right about her. The way she acted was strange yet familiar.

"They're at home! End of discussion!" Vegeta wanted to know more about her parents, but he decided not to push her too far; he didn't want to scare her away. "Fine. Is there anything else you're willing to tell me?" "I've never lost a fight," Vegeta was satisfied by that.

"Good, but don't let it go to your head, everybody isn't so easy to beat," "I know," she thought out loud. "What do you mean by that?" he asked. "What? Nothing," she looked around, avoiding his doubtful eyes. "Then why did you say it if you meant nothing?"

"I was just…agreeing," "You're avoiding me, Pan," Vegeta wasn't Gok- I mean stupid. She was definitly hiding something. "No I'm not!" she was tired of him harassing her. Vegeta noticed something else on her. It was really hard to see because it had been so long, but she had a scar on her neck.

"You've got another scar right there," he touched it. She slapped his hand away so quick, he didn't even sense it. "do NOT touch me! Ever!" she looked VERY serious, almost scred. She looked…like she was shaking from fear. It had slipped Vegeta's mind that she didn't liked being touched.

"What is wrong with you?" he asked. "I just don't liked being touched! Is that okay with you?!" "Fine, brat!" "I'm tired now, so could you leave and let me rest?" it sounded more like she told him to leave than asked. "Fine. You have clothes?"

"Yes I do. Now go," Vegeta stood up and walked out, closing the door behind him. `I'll find out what's wrong with you, Pan,' he thought.

Yeah, I'm through with yet another chapter! Next chapter, Pan has their first lesson and her and Trunks spend a little time together(wink wink!). Peace out!

Veggie-Trunks