Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Isn't Worth Living Without You ❯ 1st Day of Training ( Chapter 4 )

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Hello! This chapter, Pan has her first training of how hell feels like- I mean of training. As always, enjoy!

1stDay Of Training

It was the next morning. Pan was in a deep sleep. She was sprawled all over the bed. Her pillow was on the floor and the cover was barely covering her. She had nothing on but a pair of panties and a bra.

Usually she wouldn't sleep so wildly but she had a crazy dream…more like a nightmare. It was 5:30 A.M. and her alarm had gone off at 5:00 and was still going. She never did get up early when she had nightmares.

"What is taking this brat so long?" Vegeta thought, walking down the hall to her room. He opened the door to the messy situation. This made an evil smile dance across his face.

"Well, I guess I have to wake her up," Vegeta went in her bathroom and got a cup, filling it up with freezing water. He walked back over to her and splashed a little water on her.

She jerked up, hot and sweaty, looking around to see what happened. "Good morning sunshine; time to get up," She rubbed her eyes and looked up at her 1st teacher. "What the hell do you want?"

"Now, is that anyway to talk to your sensei?" he tsked at her. "When he busts in your room and throws water on you, yes!" she shook her head in an attempt to clear her blurry vision.

"What day is it?" she asked, sitting up. "The day you start your training, brat. Now, I say the first step to getting ready is taking a bath and putting on some clothes," Pan didn't know what he meant.

Then, she just happens to look down at herself. She took a double take. Grabbing the cover, she immediately covered herself. "You perverted bastard! You wait till NOW to tell me I'm sitting here, sprawled across my bed, HALF NAKED?!" she yelled.

"You never asked," he got smart. "Oh, excuse me! I'll remember to ask if I'm sitting in front of a complete stranger half naked next time!" Pan started muttering curse words. "Besides, brat, I could care less about seeing you naked. Now you have exactly 1 hour to get outside. Got that?"

"Grrr…fine, you bastard!" she growled. "Flattery won't work on me," he walked out the room just in time to miss an alarm clock getting thrown at him, which broke when it hit the door.

"I swear! He's got some nerve!" Pan stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door. She took off what was left of her clothes and turned on the shower, turning it to scolding hot.

After testing to make sure the water couldn't get any hotter, she stepped in. The hot water felt good on her soft skin. She thought about the day that lied ahead of her…she didn't look happy.

"Boy, go see if she needs anything; she's in the shower right now but do it anyway. She needs her laundry taking care of too," Vegeta told his son. He ran into him while going down the steps. "Wh-what?! But-but she's naked!"

"So what? You act like you've never seen a naked woman before. Hell, the dead could hear you!" Vegeta laughed, `patting' his son on the back of the shoulder, walking away. Trunks winced and rubbed his sore shoulder.

`D*mn, he can hit hard!' Trunks thought. "Now, I either go up there and get kick and hit and screamed at for walking in her room, or I don't go and get kick and hit and beat and knocked and screamed at by father."

"…I think I'd rather go upstairs and face her," Trunks kept walking up the steps. His feet suddenly felt heavy. "Ugh, why didn't he just get Bra or mom to do this?!" he fastened his pace.

"The faster I do this, the faster it's over with," he kept saying till he got to the door. He looked at the door and started to sweat. `What if I accidentally see her naked or something…not that it would be bad on my part but she sure will raise hell!'

`Ok Trunks, be brave, be brave,' he told himself. He slowly opened the door. Her bed looked like a complete mess. Sheets and pillows everywhere, cover half on and half off the bed, and it was wet with what smelled like sweat.

"She either had a really wet dream or she had a horrible nightmare…I wonder if she dreamt about me," Trunks snapped his fingers to remind him of why he was in there.

"Ok, Trunks, you're not in here to stare at her bed, you're in here to get her laundry and stuff," he grabbed the laundry basket by the closet and put her sheets and covers in it. He spotted her panties and bra lying right in front of the bathroom door.

He picked up the bra and looked at the size. "36 C?! Hmm…I thought they were bigger than that," He threw it in the basket with her panties. He also grabbed her shorts and shirt she was wearing by her bed.

"Well, I'm through! Oh wait…I got to see if she wants anything. Sh*t," he cursed. He went up to the door and knocked on it. "Who the hell is it?!?!" she `asked.' "Umm…Tr-Trunks," he stuttered.

He heard the shower getting turned off and foot steps. A few seconds later, the door slung open to reveal a naked except for a towel Pan. Trunks eyes dilated to 3 times their normal size.

She was a small towel that started at the very end of her cleavage and stopped at her mid-thigh. Her hair was flung over her shoulders. She was still wet and was dripping water everywhere she went.

He kept looking her up and down, up and down. Pan growled, which made his eyes shoot back to look at hers. "What do you want?! I haven't got all day!" she pushed past him and went to her dresser.

"I uh, wanted to know if um, you need anything," he was scarlet red. "No! Now get out!" she grabbed up some underwear and bra. "Y-you sure? I mean you don't want some breakfast or something? The servants are almost through with the food,"

"Fine! Just leave me alone!" Trunks lowered his head. He felt kind of hurt. Pan looked at him and felt bad for treating him like she did. She didn't mean to but she wasn't in a good mood; she hardly ever was actually.

"Look…I'm sorry, ok? I-I just don't feel like talking today. I had a bad dream last night and it's getting to me," she said, getting another towel and wrapping it around her head.

"No, I shouldn't have bothered you. I'm sorry," Trunks apologized. "So…what was the dream about?" he asked, curiously. Pan glared at him. "Oops, never mind," he didn't want to get her started.

He walked up to her while she was drying her hair off and stood right next to her. She started getting nervous. "Um…why are you still here?" she said, scooting away. "I don't know. I don't have anything else to do," he shrugged.

"Well, if you haven't noticed `Trunks', I'm changing. Now leave!" "Fine, fine! Sorry- um, I just couldn't help but notice something different about your tail," he tried to touch it but she backed away before he could.

"Have I NOT said enough times not to touch me?! Especially my tail, don't EVER touch my tail!!" she was looking like she wanted to kill somebody. "Oh, sorry. Anyway, it looks like the end was cut off and it grew back. Did you have an accident or something?"

"It was no accident," she said softly, not meaning for him to hear it. "Is wasn't?" "What? It's none of your business what happened to my tail! Now get out my room before I kill you!" she pushed him right out the door and slammed it.

"Nice talking to you too!" Trunks yelled. "F*ck off!" she yelled back. "Geez, she's got one mean temper. Reminds me of dad sometimes, but it's different in a way," he wondered about why she acted like that.

Pan put on her clothes and sat down on her bed. She was wearing the same kind of outfit that she wore yesterday; that's all she would fight in. She put on the heels and let out a deep sigh.

Living there with Vegeta and Trunks was going to be tough. Bulma and Bra didn't really bother her that much, but Vegeta and Trunks were always around and always trying to touch this or see that. It was really annoying and really uncomfortable, especially for her.

`I wonder if he knows where I am," she thought. `Has he followed me to this town? I hope he's dead. I never want to see him again!' she walked out her door, slamming it behind her.

"I heard a door slam. She's coming," Bulma drank her coffee. "So, mom, do you think Trunks might marry her?" Bra asked. "Well now, Bra, aren't we going a little ahead of ourselves here? She just moved in."

"But you see the way Trunks looks at her. Besides, I wouldn't mind having a sister. She seems like she would have good fashion sense; her fighting outfit is plain but kind of cool!"

"Oh, Bra! Do you ever think about anything but clothes and boys?" her mother shook her head. "Does Trunks ever think about anything but girls and sex?" she struck back. "…no," Bra and Bulma laughed.

Pan walked in to the happy scene and sneered. "Hey to you too Pan," Bulma said. "Where's my breakfast?! Hurry up, that bastard said I had an hour to be out there!" Pan sat down at the table in the kitchen.

"She must be talking about your father," Bulma said to Bra. "Yep! It'll be done in a minute. So, Pan, how long have you been in town?" Bra wanted to get to know some more about her `new sister.'

"Why do you want to know, exactly?" Pan was starting to act b*tchy again. "Is it wrong that I want to know more about my sister?" Bra winked. Bulma rolled her eyes. "Sister? Whoa, hold up! For one, I've been in town a week, and two, I am NOT marrying that purple-haired freak of nature YOU call a brother!"

"My son is not a freak, mind you Pan," Bulma said. "Here you are," the servants came in with the plates of food and sat them down in front of each person. "Thanks guys!" Bra said. "Yes, thanks a lot," Bulma smiled.

"You're welcome, sire," They really liked living with Vegeta and his family; they were really nice to their servants. They returned to their duties. Pan was already digging into her food. She was ready to get the training over with.

"You keep eating like that and you'll throw up," Bulma warned. "Whatever!" Pan said after swallowing. "Don't you know how to talk to your queen?" she said. "Well, she's going to be queen one day anyway," Bra said.

"Look for the last time, I am not marrying your brother! I also don't want to hear another word about it EVER! Goodbye," Pan was about to leave. "Pan, don't you want to know where Vegeta is?" Bulma asked. "I believe I'm capable of sniffing him out on my own. Thank you anyway, `queen,'" Pan left. "That girl has serious issues,"

"Good, she's coming," Vegeta said. He was tapping his foot at the little table, anxiously waiting her arrival. He wanted to learn the true depths of her power and more about her and her past.

She seemed like she would have quite a story to tell. `I am going to find out about her if I have to drag it out of her!' he thought. `How far can we get today? She won't even let anyone touch her!'

`There's only so much you can do when your student is in a condition such as hers. She did let those women touch her at the stadium while in battle so maybe she'll let me.'

"Are we going to train or am I going to watch you think?" Pan put her hand on her hip. Vegeta came out of his little trance. "What? Oh, you're here," he stood up. They were in the training part of the castle. It was a very big room full of nothing, just a big, empty space.

"So this is where you train?" Pan didn't look too impressed. "Yes. If you prefer a little abandoned shack better, I'm sorry but we don't know of any around here," Vegeta smirked.

"Funny. By the way, be sure to tell me when you get tired, old man, I wouldn't want you to break a bone or strain your back, she countered. "You sure do bark a lot," Vegeta said.

"At least I have some bite to go with my bark, unlike you," she struck back. Oh really? Well lets just see about that," He got into his fighting position. She also got into her fighting stance.

"That's fine with me. I feel like killing somebody right now anyway". "I would like to see you try brat," He struck out at her. She ducked, his foot barely missing his jaw. She grabbed his foot and kicked back at his stomach.

He rolls around her foot and grabs her leg. While in the split position, he throws a ki blast at her to distract her. She bends backward to dodge the blast and, in the meantime, lets go of his foot.

He takes the opportunity to kick her in the back while she attempts to dodge the blast. She yelps in pain as his foots makes contact with her back. She does a back flip to get back to her feet.

He also jumps back to his feet. "Lucky shot! "Pan spat. "Well after your unconscious on the floor lets see if it's still called luck!" He lashed out at her. She blocked his punch and countered with her own.

He dodged it and hit her square in the jaw with his elbow. The impact makes her fly into a wall. She slid down the wall. As she wiped the blood from her face she gave a deadly glare towards Vegeta's way.

Rule # one, don't get distracted so easily, " Vegeta said. Pan growled. " I don't get distracted easily!" She stood up and got ready for another go. He was ready and waiting. She shot a blast at him, which he smacked out of the way with his backhand.

"Rule # two, there is only three when you shoot a ki blast: when you're opponent doesn't expect it, when you are going to put some power behind, and when it is meant to be a finishing move."

"Whatever! Just fight you son of a b*tch!" She disappeared and reappeared in front of him. Before he could blink twice, she had punched him in the nose and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying across the room.

He fell hard on his back. "Rule #1, don't make me mad," Pan mocked. Vegeta got to his feet and spat some blood out of his mouth. He charged at her and made a blow to her head.

The hit made her spin around and land on her stomach. "I'm the only one who makes the rules around here, b*tch," Vegeta smirked. "You've got a lot of balls calling me that! Now I'm going to kill you!"

"Well you'll have to tomorrow because the sparring part of today is over," he said, reaching his hand out to her, offering to help her up. Pan slapped his hand away. "I don't need any of your help, jackass!"

She got up and pushed him aside. "You should learn to show more respect to me, especially since I'm your king! Now go sit down," he ordered. "Make me, bastard!" she stood her ground.

"Fine then!" he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. "PUT ME THE F*CK DOWN RIGHT NOW! I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU!!!" she thrashed around as he walked calmly to the table where he once sat.

He dropped her down into a chair on her `behind.' Pan was shaking horribly. "If you EVER touch ME again, I SWEAR I will KILL you!" she threatened. He didn't mean to scare her like that but she gave him no choice; she was just being too stubborn.

"No one's trying to kill you brat, so get a grip! Anyway, you can't kill me, I'm a lot stronger than you," Vegeta sat down opposite of her. Pan was not getting a grip anytime soon; she was pissed off.

"You wish you were! Now hurry up with this training bullsh*t, I haven't got all day!" she wasn't the patient type at times. "Now, we talk. What did you think of me while we were fighting, Pan?"

"I think you're nothing but a stupid, ugly, troll looking, idiotic mother f*cking king who needs to leave me the hell alone!" At that point, she would have sworn up and down that she meant every word of it.

"Really? Well, as much as that makes me feel loved, you're looking at me in a wrong perspective. You see me as everything but your opponent. You underestimate me, girl, something you should never do, to me or anyone else!"

"I don't care how you think of them! While in battle, your opponent is always a genius at fighting, so don't do something if you know only an idiot wouldn't see it coming. Example, that dumb blast you shot at me; Now, you lost some energy and I'm ahead a point."

Pan sneered at him. `I can't believe he's insulting my fighting! I would have beaten him anyway!' "I know how to fight!" Pan said. "Anyone can know how to fight, but if you don't even care to consider the fact that, maybe, your opponent is stronger and smarter than you, then you won't stand a chance. Overconfidence is the name of the disease."

"Overconfidence is not a disease old man!" Pan said in a `I know everything' tone of voice. "And why not? It's a bad thing to have, you can't help but think you're better, and thinking so gets the person killed. It's all in the mind, but it's there."

"So, mainly, you're saying that I'm going to get myself killed if I keep thinking I can beat all of my opponents?" Pan looked doubtful. "Precisely. Also, stop getting so angry just because someone gets a hit on you when you didn't let the person. I used to do that and it didn't get me anywhere. Side-affect of overconfidence."

"I don't get mad just because someone hits me!" Pan was not enjoying this training thing. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Yes you do. When I hit you, all hell broke loose; same thing happened whenever an opponent hit me," Vegeta gave a half smile.

Pan, on the other hand, didn't smile at all. "Are you just training me because you claim that I act like you `used' to?" "That's one reason. Another is, is that you're the first female I've ever seen with such strength and I you might end up being my future princess."

"I am NOT marrying your son! You people need to face the facts!" Pan was fed up. `So what if he's cute! He'd have to kiss me or something if I went with him and I don't want to do that!'

"I take it you're a virgin?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "It's none of YOUR business if I am or NOT, you perverted bastard!" "I'll take that as a yes. I think that's your problem right there, all you need is a good lay." Vegeta knew he was making her mad, but it was funny!

"I do not need a lay, thank you very much," "I'm sure. Well, if you ever think twice about it, my son's just upstairs," "I WON'T!" Pan couldn't believe him. She wasn't really offended, but it was just a stupid conversation.

"Well, today's training is over. You can leave if you want. I'm going to go get something to eat," Vegeta got up and Pan sat there thinking. "If…you need money, just ask one of the servants or somebody, they'll give you some."

Vegeta was walking away when he was stopped by a voice. "Vegeta," he turned around. "Yes, Pan?" "…Thanks for letting me stay here, I don't really like moving all the time," she gave a little smile for the first time since she got there.

"You're welcome," he was gone. `Maybe he's not so bad, after all. And Trunks…he seems nice but I just can't be with him, I'm not ready," she sighed. She looked at her watch. It was 7:00.

"All the stores should be open by now. I guess I'll go and buy some stuff. But I don't want to go alone; he might be in town. Maybe I'll take Trunks. Yes, I'll take him but I hope he doesn't get the wrong idea."

Oooook! That was a nice and long chapter. I was up half the night writing it because, what else is there to do at 3:00 in the morning? Next chapter, Trunks and Pan do some shopping AND Pan's seems to be freaking out while they're doing so. Peace out!

Veggie-Trunks