Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love's Complications ❯ Training Begins ( Chapter 2 )

Training Begins

“Thank you, Trunks daddy, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Pan shrieked loudly as she jumped up and down excitedly at the fact that she could train now too. Vegeta looked down at her less enthused as he folded his arms tightly across his firm chest. He let her celebrate with her little dance for a few moments until he could take it no more. He cleared his throat to regain her attention. Pan quickly stopped and turned to her new teacher with her full attention.

"First of all, you don't call me that, I am your Sensei," Vegeta told her sternly. Pan tried to mimic the older Saiyan's proud composure by standing tall. She placed her hands behind her back and stood as straight as she could possibly muster. She stared forward and was perfectly silent.

Vegeta looked down at the brave child and smiled to himself. He said nothing as he just looked at her. Inside he was wishing that Trunks had taken the same path as she would. That he was obedient and obeyed his rules, but Vegeta had tried, and that's all someone can really do. Trunks wanted more independence, and truth be told he never showed the commitment needed. Perhaps this young girl would be different. But then again she was a female and he also had no luck with his own daughter. That of course was Bulma's fault. Bra was too much like her mother, she was weak and not interested in getting dirty. She preferred to play with dolls and have those stupid pretend tea-parties that he never in his lifetime participate in.

 

Pan noticed that Vegeta was saying nothing as she slowly raised her eyes to look at him, while she kept her head straight. He looked down at the doll she was holding under her arm and hoped that Pan wasn't the same as his daughter.

“Sensei?" Pan questioned her new tutor to get his attention. Vegeta shook the thoughts from his head as he looked at her again. Pan smiled at him nervously upon realizing that he had just been daydreaming.

“Well at least you obeyed my first rule," Vegeta snorted. Pan straightened her back again and stood as tall and proud as she could. She was delighted that he was pleased with her. “There is still a lot more that we have to work on before you can really train with me," Vegeta started. Pan nodded seriously as she listened carefully.

“First of all, there will be no more dolls," Vegeta growled at her as he took her doll from behind her back where she was holding on to it tightly. Pan's happy face immediately turned sad as she looked at the ground. She wanted to hide her sad face from him. She knew that he was serious this time, and that this was no test like it had been earlier. Vegeta noticed the change in her composure and sighed loudly. “Well just one, but I do not want to see you with one. Keep it to yourself, in private," Vegeta told her frustrated. At least Trunks never played with dolls, Vegeta thought to himself. Pan was all smiles again as she reached for her doll. Vegeta reluctantly passed it to her. He was growing weary of the subject of dolls. Frankly just mentioning it was enough of time spent on the subject.

Pan ran off away from Vegeta across the damp grass and towards the house. Vegeta's mouth gaped in visual shock. He was annoyed. The little brat had abandoned him and just when he had decided to actually put his own time into her improving her skills. He slowly unfolded his arms and placed them on his hips in irritation. After a few moments, in fact rather quickly, the child reappeared and without her doll.

“Where did you go?" Vegeta asked curiously yet with a touch of disgust. Pan pointed to a tall oak tree that was near the house. Vegeta focused his eyes and he could see a small wisp of the doll's hair coming out from behind the tree. Vegeta was puzzled.

“You said you don't want to see the dolly," Pan told him matter-of-factly, to answer his question. Vegeta smirked to himself. This child is going to be a handful he thought to himself. I'll have to watch her carefully.

"What's next, Sensei?" Pan asked sweetly. Vegeta looked down at the small child while he thought for as moment. She was extremely weak and because of that he knew that he would have to be gentle to a certain degree, at least at first. Until she could hold her own.

“Wait here," Vegeta told her as he motioned for her to sit down. Pan sat down and crossed her legs while keeping her back as straight as she could. “While I'm gone I want you to close your eyes and think about being really strong. If Trunks and Goten come I don't want you move or open your eyes or speak. You have to ignore them," Vegeta told her as she closed her eyes, and he began to walk away. At the last sentence she opened one eye and looked up at Vegeta walking away.

“What is ignoring?" She questioned innocently. Vegeta groaned and turned back around, but then he went quiet trying to think of a simple explanation. “Sensei?" Pan questioned again after getting no reply. Vegeta looked down at her annoyed. This wasn't an English lesson, this was more important. He thought she was an intelligent child; her father was Gohan after all. What was he teaching her at home? It wasn't training; Vegeta was beginning to question whether she could even tie her own shoes, or eat with a knife and fork.

“I'm thinking, brat," Vegeta growled at her for interrupting him. “Okay then, ignore means, pretending that no one is there. It means that you don't answer questions. Just pretend that no one is there," Vegeta told her strictly. Pan closed her eyes again. “Brat?" He questioned her. Pan didn't move or acknowledge him. Vegeta smirked to himself. At least she learns fast, he mused.

Vegeta walked away toward the Gravity Machine to collect a few things that were required for the training to begin. The Gravity Machine would be too much for Pan to handle at this point, so he had to think of something else, but first something else had to be done before the training could begin. He entered the machine and opened the huge storage cupboard that had all of the training equipment and other things inside. He collected what he wanted and slowly returned to his pupil.

“You can stop now," Vegeta told her. Pan didn't move. Vegeta growled.
“Brat, you never ignore me!" He yelled angrily. Pan immediately opened her eyes and stood up ready for action. “Better," Vegeta said.

“Now if you are going to train, you cannot wear a dress," Vegeta told her as he pointed at her beautiful red dress with the red sash tied around her waist. Pan looked down at her dress and then back to Vegeta. “You have to wear something like this," Vegeta continued as he held in front of her one of Trunks old training gi. Pan smiled brightly and nodded in agreement. Vegeta had picked one that was a dull green with a white sash. “You like green then?" Vegeta smirked as he watched the small girl jump and down in excitement. Pan nodded as Vegeta passed her the outfit. He was surprised that the old gi was even in there. Perhaps it was an indication that he should clean up in there.

“Sensei, can you help me?" Pan questioned. She never had to dress herself in something like that, she could barely dress herself earlier this morning; she didn't even know how to tie her own shoes. Vegeta looked down at the small girl confused and slightly embarrassed. Would it be wrong to undress this tiny girl? He decided it was best that he did not. It could be another lesson for her.

“No. Go change over there," Vegeta said sternly and pointed to a spot on the grass that was quite far away. Pan nodded sadly and walked away. Vegeta turned around and closed his eyes while she changed. He tried to feel her power level, but there was not a lot to speak of. Gohan had been too soft with her, he thought, but he would fix his mistake.

“Sensei, I can't do it," Pan wailed as tears began to form in her eyes. She had returned with an arm in the wrong place and the sash in her tiny hand. Vegeta turned around and sighed at the miserable sight. At least she had made an effort.

“Come here then," Vegeta told her as kindly as he could. He kneeled down on one knee as Pan came running to him with a fresh smile on her face. He helped her put her arm in properly and then he took the sash out of her hands and tied it tightly, but not too tightly around her tiny waist. Vegeta then looked at her proudly and then he stood up.

“What are those?" Vegeta asked as he finally noticed her shoes. They were tiny red leather shoes that shone in the sunlight and she was wearing white socks that had lace on them. Pan pointed her toe to show off her shoes proudly. “No, they have to go. Take them off," He instructed as he shook his head in disbelief. Pan took them off immediately and wriggled her toes in the grass so she could feel the moisture between them. Vegeta sighed. He should have given up he thought.

Finally she was almost ready, but there was one thing left that was wrong with the picture. Vegeta reached out and pulled at the red bow that was in her hair. “No ribbons," Vegeta told her as her hair fell down to her shoulders. He thought for a second. Long hair won't help the situation. He grabbed her hair roughly and formed a small ki in his finger. He looked down at the small child who was so trusting and he just didn't have the heart to cut it off.

 

Vegeta tore a small piece of material from the shoulder of his training clothes and instructed her to turn around. He carefully plaited her hair as best as he could and tied it up with the dark cloth. He stood up again and looked her up and down. “Good," he smirked. Pan was trying to look at herself, but gave up after turning a few circles without a result and just smiled proudly.

“Now we can start," He told her. Pan nodded silently. Vegeta bent down and picked up a few items from the ground. He stepped toward Pan as she watched him carefully. “Put out your arms," He told her. She obeyed and put out her arms. Vegeta slipped two white cuffs onto her wrists and then waited for a reaction.

“These are heavy," Pan whined. Vegeta smirked.

“They are meant to be heavy. They are weights. You have to get used to them. Once you do I'll put heavier ones on you," Vegeta told her. Pan was curiously playing around with them. She didn't like that they were so heavy. “Sit down," Vegeta instructed her. Pan obeyed again. He then placed two more weights around her ankles. Now stand up," Vegeta told her.

Pan struggled to her feet but she managed to do it. “Now I want you to watch me carefully," Vegeta told her. “Because then you have to copy it," Vegeta finished. Pan nodded. He began by doing some simple punches. He started by forming fists and then protecting his face with the fists. Then with his right fist he punched to the left and then with the left he punched to the right. He did it a few times so the Pan could see. “You try," he told her.

Pan made her tiny hands into fists and then copied what Vegeta had done. “Hold your fists high so that you can protect your face," He instructed while he watched her form. Once he was satisfied he told her to stop. “Now watch me again and follow. Vegeta stood so that his feet were a shoulder width apart and then with his right foot kicked left and then with the left foot kicked right. “Your turn," he said before Pan started to copy.

“Now stop," Vegeta started. “I want you to keep doing those patterns with the weights," he told her. Pan nodded and then he smiled slightly. “Keep practicing," he told her again before walking away toward the gravity machine.

“Sensei, where are you going?" Pan asked curiously. Vegeta turned around and looked at the tiny child.

“I'm going to train in there," he said as he pointed to the gravity machine. Pan pouted as she heard this.

“I want to train in there too," Pan said strongly. Vegeta began to laugh.

“You're too weak to train in there, especially with me," Vegeta laughed. She was getting upset again. “You do your training out here and when your stronger you can train in here," he tried to cheer her up. Pan nodded before beginning to punch the air. He watched for a second before walking to the gravity machine. She is going to be very strong one day, Vegeta thought to himself as he smiled.

 

Pan walked back to the tree where her doll was hidden once Vegeta was out of sight. The weights were making her wrists hurt as she could only hang them by her sides. She looked down at her doll and sighed. “This is going to be hard,” she spoke to her doll, before walking back into view of the Gravity machine and continued her solo training.