Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love's Complications ❯ Homeless? ( Chapter 15 )

Homeless?

 

Pan woke up the next morning a lot later than usual. She was lucky that it was break at university at present or she would have missed her lectures. She lazily rolled over and looked at the clock that was on the bedside table. 11:12. It was almost lunchtime. She rolled out of bed in a rather frustrated manner before pulling her dressing gown around herself and then opened the door. It sounded like no one was in the house as she stopped at the top stairs listening for voices. She continued to walk as she made it the bathroom.

She looked a mess. Her hair was all messed up from flying last night and from tossing all night in bed. Her face was all blotchy from crying as well and they stung. It had been a bad night where she hardly slept a wink with all her thoughts of Trunks and Vegeta.

Pan walked down stairs and again, there were no voices. Gohan must have been at work as usual, and Videl would most likely be running some errand, perhaps grocery shopping. She walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see that her mother was indeed home.

“Good afternoon, Pan," Her mother said sarcastically as she rose from her seat. Pan looked up to see her mother. “Honey, are you okay? You look awful," Videl rushed toward her daughter and inspected her face.

“I had a rough night," Pan answered as she pushed her way passed her mother to get to the chair beside her.

“You've been crying. What's wrong," Videl asked deeply concerned for her daughter's welfare. Pan had been acting very strange recently, and she wanted to know why. She hardly ever spoke to her anymore; they had just drifted apart. Pan had been different since, her birthday party, and she didn't have a clue why.

“Nothing is wrong, mum, I'm just a bit stressed thinking about university and stuff," Pan lied again to her mother. When was the last time that she actually had a full conversation with either of her parents and not told a lie? She couldn't even remember. First training and now Vegeta. Maybe Trunks was right, maybe she had destroyed the bond between her family. She never saw her father; he didn't even seem to be a person that she would list as one of the most important in her life. Vegeta, Trunks, Bulma, Goten, her mother and possibly Bra would be on her list, even in that order, but her father? The gap was irreparable. Trunks was right; her training had destroyed her family. Perhaps if she had a sibling, it would not be so bad, her parents could focus on another child, but she was all they had.

“Why am I am only child?" Pan suddenly questioned her mother, ignoring her question. Videl blinked confused. Not only did the question come from nowhere, it was a serious heartfelt question, and she couldn't remember any time when Pan had asked a deep question, or start a serious conversation.

“I don't know, Pan," Videl looked at the table sadly. Pan looked at her mother confused.

“Did you never want a son or another daughter?" Pan pushed further. Videl looked up at her daughter with tears in her eyes.

“I wanted another child, and I have spoken with your father about it many times, but..." Videl stopped as she turned away from Pan as if she were poison.

“What? What is it?" Pan became upset. Videl wiped away her tears frantically.

“He didn't want to lose another child," Videl sobbed as she finally turned to face her. Pan began to cry as she watched her mother breakdown in front of her eyes.

“I'm so sorry," Pan sobbed as she pushed her chair from the table and stood up.

“Where are you going?" Videl yelled angrily. Pan turned to leave, trying not to show herself beginning to cry.

“Don't you dare walk out of this house. You have destroyed your father, don't you do it to me too!" Videl screamed as she stood up quickly pushing the chair over in her haste. She walked around the table and grabbed her daughter's arm. She swung her around to face her.

"Mum, I'm so sorry," Pan sobbed. "You have always wanted another child, haven't you, and it's my fault that you don't," Pan wept. Videl watched her daughter, lose all of her strength as she dissolved to a sobbing, dependent child that she had never been.

"You should have a child, mum. Promise me you will try. I will leave. Tell him I will leave. Have a child that will depend on you and love you. Have a child that will be your child. I will leave and I will stay away. I won't go near him or her. I swear I'll leave you all to be happy. You can have your family," Pan finished as she ripped her arm from her mother's grip and stepped away.

"Don't you understand, I can't," Videl sobbed and collapsed to the floor as she sobbed into her hands. Pan turned and walked over to her broken mother.

"Why not?" Pan sobbed as she broke down and knelt in front of her mother.

"I had a hysterectomy," Videl whispered.

"When? I didn't know," Pan was shaking now. Videl looked up at her daughter sadly.

"A week after you turned into a Super Saiyan. A week after we found out about your training. You got your dream that day, and my dream was destroyed," Videl spoke angrily.

Pan stood up and ran from the kitchen and out of the house before taking off full speed into the air. She had to get away from that house as fast as she could. Trunks was right all along, she had destroyed her family.

Finally she stopped as landed in a clearing where she fell to her knees. She sobbed into her hands. Her whole life and current situation came flooding into her mind. Her happy times with her father when she a very young child, dissolved to the angry fight when she was twelve. Her happy times with her mother disintegrated to the fight the fight a few minutes ago. Happy times training with Trunks shattered to thoughts of the arguments last night. Making love with Vegeta disappeared to a thought of everyone finding out, and destroying everyone's lives.

The world began to spin as she became more and more upset. Her view dissolved through her tears as she looked up into the sky. The ground began to rumble and the wind quickly picked up to frightening speeds. A suddenly flash of lightning shot from the sky and then another, and then another. Her sight was blurred from the tears stinging her eyes as she stood up. The wind tossed her hair about her face as she felt her pain and her power level rising.

Suddenly a picture of her father sprung to her mind. He was smirking evilly to himself as he began to aim an energy ball directly at her. Vegeta was lying motionless beside her. He was dead. The only person she had ever truly loved was gone. Her father was enjoying her pain. He had killed Vegeta and was about to kill his own daughter. He knew about them. In the vision she wasn't herself. She was huge. She was pregnant with Vegeta's child. Gohan suddenly released the energy as he laughed cruelly at her. The vision stopped. As quickly as it started, it ended.

 

Pan screamed as she threw her head back in pain. The sound of her own desperate scream echoed around the valley. Her energy surged to heights she couldn't imagine. The lightning strengthened, as it lit up the blue sky, with its constant strikes.

Silence. No lightning, no wind, just the sound of her own heaving breathing. She stood there as the tears continued to stream down her face.

Trunks landed suddenly in front of her after a long while. She was still standing. She hadn't moved a muscle in twenty minutes. She was breathing heavily still as she felt her old friend land in the clearing. She finally looked up at Trunks, still crying. He was physically shocked.

"That was you!" Trunks yelled angrily trying to hide his surprise. Pan didn't move. “Super Saiyan 2. You reached the limit that my father couldn't surpass without help. You a quarter Saiyan and a female," Trunks hissed. Pan didn't speak, but was aware of Goku who had just landed.

"Her father attained it at eleven," Goku spoke aware that Trunks was furious.

"It was you, Pan?" Goten landed surprised.

"Well it was Vegeta that trained her. You know how much he pushes himself. He pushed her too," Gohan landed beside Goku, behind Pan. Pan turned to face her father. The only one that she acknowledged so far.

"She's crying, Gohan, she used her feelings, like you did when it happened to you," Goku was surprised at how angry his son was.

"Her mother is crying too," Gohan spoke with an acid tongue toward his father. Goku walked over to his and placed a calming hand on his shoulder. Gohan threw it off.

Vegeta landed beside Pan and walked toward her. He was inspecting her and gauging her strength, all the while smirking to himself. If this didn't prove what a good teacher he was, nothing would. Gohan rushed at Vegeta and knocked him to the ground furiously.

"You monster! You have destroyed my family. She is strong, that is obvious (Gohan points at Pan) but she has no one. She is alone in this world. Except for you," Gohan yelled angrily in Vegeta's face.

Trunks watched the scene unfold knowing that Vegeta had destroyed his own family as well. Vegeta got to his feet without aid, uninjured. He was simply taken off guard by the attack. Vegeta was ready to go head to head with the younger warrior, and his power suddenly spiked showing he was prepared to. Gohan raised his power level as well, returning the same threat. Both warriors were ready to kill each other.

"A hysterectomy?" Pan spoke suddenly. Everyone's eyes returned to the golden beauty. Gohan turned to his daughter and took a few steps toward her. "Why didn't you give her another child? Why didn't you tell me?" Pan felt the tears returning. She took a quick glance at Vegeta sadly.

"Another child? Why would I possibly bring another child into this world, when you were taken from me?" Gohan laughed, now oblivious to the fight he was having with Vegeta a few moments ago. "To have another child disrespect my wishes. To turn to another man for comfort, wisdom and love? You would have destroyed that child too. You would have tainted it and turned it away from me too!" Gohan yelled as he stepped closer again.

"Never! I wouldn't! I wasn't taken from you, you weren't there. You wouldn't give me my culture, my birthright, you were too busy. Vegeta gave me my background and taught me the wisdom of strength and of pride!" Pan screamed as she lunged at her father.

Someone got in her way and gathered her in their arms. She struggled as she sobbed at the same time. She threw her arms around the shoulders of the familiar body and sobbed into his chest. Vegeta. She held him tight; she never wanted to let him go. Her father was right. She didn't have anyone in this world now, except him. Her teacher, her lover.

Trunks growled angrily at the sight of Pan with his father and shot off into the sky in disgust. Gohan watched Trunks leave. Why was Trunks furious with her? What had she done? He knew that Trunks loved Pan, so why was he angry with her? Gohan's eyes returned to Vegeta comforting his daughter, and his anger started to surface again.

"Get off her!" Gohan yelled angrily. Vegeta released her as Pan turned to face her father. "She is not your daughter, she is mine!" He yelled again. Vegeta felt it before even Pan did as her power level increased quickly. She ran at her father and punched him in the face, sending him through the air before he hit a tree painfully.

"Why take an interest now?!" Pan screamed as she began to cry again. "I am more his daughter than yours!" She screamed again. Gohan came rushing furiously toward her and grabbed her viciously by the throat.

"I haven't had a daughter in fifteen years," Gohan whispered cruelly in her ear. He threw her to his feet. "Get out of my house," Gohan growled between his teeth before taking off into the sky.

Goku and Goten looked at each other shocked. Neither one of them knew what to do, or wanted to speak a word. Pan turned to Goku tears streaming down her face.
He opened his arms to her for comfort. She visibly weighed up the idea of going to her grandfather, yet decided against it. Instead she ran into Vegeta's arms and both warriors disappeared. Goten and Goku looked at each other confused. This whole scene was crazy and neither knew what was going on.

Vegeta stepped away from Pan in shock. "What was that?" Vegeta was angry that the two idiot Saiyan's left in the clearing would figure that something was going on. Pan collapsed to the ground sobbing as her raven locks fell around her shoulders, as she returned to her normal state.

"What am I going to do?" She sobbed, ignoring Vegeta's angry outburst. "I'm homeless," She sobbed into her hands. Vegeta paced backwards and forwards in front of her trying to figure out a plan of action.

"No you're not," Vegeta finally stopped and knelt beside her. He gathered her hands in his own and with his free hand stroked some hair out of her face. Pan looked up at him and couldn't help but smile. She leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder.

“You have your room at Capsule Corp," Vegeta put his arms around her and pulled her close to him.

"Really? Is it wise that we live in the same house? Will Bulma figure things out? Will Trunks say something? Dende, he'll be in the same house as us," Pan rambled out her immediate stream of conscience. She pulled away so that she could see his face. Vegeta looked concerned for her. She was surprised. She leant toward him and kissed him.


Vegeta felt her desperation and her hurt, as if it was his own pain. It was beginning of a bond and he knew it. He tried to push the thought out of his mind as he kissed her back when she leant forward. She wanted his protection, as if she were a weak and dependent girl. Strange that she could feel that way after only moments ago transforming into a Super Saiyan 2.

"When can I move in?" She tried to smile and act strong. She hated appearing weak in front of him. Transforming had strained her body and it made her all the more vulnerable and emotional. Vegeta nodded and got to his feet bringing her with him.

"Now," Vegeta bought her to his chest and took off into the sky. He felt that she wasn't up to flying or instant transmission. The transformation had taken its toll and she needed a sensu bean, which they had a huge supply of at Capsule Corp. Pan held on tightly as the wind tossed her hair around her face and every direction. She realized that she was only in her dressing gown. She had rushed out of her house, her old house, so fast that she didn't even realize.

"I didn't even get dressed," Pan sniffed. Vegeta held her closer over the last few miles. They touched down outside the front door. She quickly tried to fix her hair and pulled her dressing gown more tightly around her body. Vegeta smirked as her watched her try to be more presentable. If Bulma had seen her covered in blood, hair matted with it, torn clothes and dragging her own broken leg behind her, then she wouldn't mind her in her dressing gown.

"Come on," Vegeta insisted when he had had enough of her preening. Pan looked at him as she clung to him. He placed an arm around her before walking into the living area inside. Trunks stood up immediately from his place on the couch and vacated the room as quickly as possible. If he couldn't stand being in the room as her, then how was she supposed to live here? It wasn't fair to Trunks. It was his home after all. But she had no where else to go. Pan became upset again, and started crying softly. Bulma must have heard her sobs as she came running in from the kitchen.

"Pan, honey, what's wrong?" She was deeply concerned, even when Pan was hurt from training, she never cried. Something must be seriously wrong. Vegeta was holding her in his arms so it reinforced her fear that something terrible had definitely taken place.

 

“Quick come and sit down," Bulma spoke as she rushed to the couches and motioned for Vegeta to bring her over. He guided Pan over and placed her on the couch. Pan placed her head in her hands as she began to cry.

Bulma was being so nice to her, she was so concerned for her welfare. How could she be hurting Bulma when she was doing everything in her power to comfort her. Pan looked up to see Bulma standing over her with a blanket. She placed it around Pan's shoulders. She then placed a box of tissues in front of her. Pan grabbed a few and blew her nose quickly before weeping again.


"Sensu beans," Vegeta spoke to Bulma almost impatiently. Bulma looked at Pan and then to Vegeta concerned before rushing out of the room to collect the precious healing beans. Vegeta watched her leave before sitting next to Pan. She leaned against his shoulder and continued to cry. She glad that he was here. To hold her. To comfort her. Just that he was even here meant the world to her.

"You must think I'm a weak woman," Pan sniffed. Vegeta shook his head and placed an arm around her.

"Never. Weak is something that I would never call you. Trunks and Goten, they are weak, but you are almost as strong as I am now. The transformation has sapped a lot of your strength, and after the ordeal with your family, it is reasonable that you are upset," Vegeta struggled to find the words to comfort her.

"Thank you, Vegeta," Pan whispered as she managed to slow her tears and sobs. Bulma rushed into the room, just as Pan was about to kiss her man. She sighed sadly as Bulma placed to beans in front of her on the coffee table along with a warm cup of tea.

"Here we go, take these and then will someone tell me what is going on," Bulma insisted as she sat opposite the couple. Pan reached out with an arm from under the blanket and picked up the two beans. She looked at them thoughtfully. If only they could heal the emotional pain, she wished. She quickly took them into herself. The immediate tingling started as she felt her strength return and her limbs heal. The pain in her throat evaporated from where her father had grabbed her so angrily. Pan looked at Vegeta.

"Pan, will be living with us," Vegeta stated simply. Bulma suddenly looked at Vegeta, and then to Pan, and her composure softened.

"What happened, Pan?" Bulma asked concerned. Pan looked up at Bulma and began to cry.

"My father, kicked me out of home," Pan sniffed. Bulma gasped.

"But why?" Bulma questioned as she looked at Vegeta for answers. She realized that he had his arm around her. Strange. He was comforting Pan. He never comforted her. Should I be jealous?

"I destroyed my family, with my training. My father lost me. He didn't want any more pain, caused by his children. Mum had a hysterectomy so that she could have no more children. I destroyed her life, and my fathers, and so he kicked me out," Pan continued to cry. Bulma got up and sat beside Pan on the opposite side of Vegeta. Pan leaned toward Bulma, and let her hug her. Motherly warmth.

"Oh Pan, that is terrible. Gohan told you this?" Bulma spoke mostly to herself, so that she could understand the suddenly character change of one of her oldest friends. She had known Gohan since he was a child. She went to Namek with him. He was one of the kindest people she knew. He was just like Goku; just like his father. Bulma looked at Vegeta angrily almost. This was his fault.

"She transformed into a Super Saiyan 2," Vegeta spoke proudly, as if on cue. Bulma looked across at him in shock. She was disgusted by him suddenly. This was his fault. Training is all that he ever cared about and training Pan had consumed his life ever since he started to train her all those years ago. All those years ago, when he had ultimately taken her away from her family.

"And that makes this better?" Bulma was shocked at his attitude toward the whole situation. It could have been avoided, all this pain that Pan was suffering. If only he had spoken to Gohan about training from the beginning. Maybe Gohan would have trained her, and then Vegeta could have taken an interest more in Trunks, or perhaps even train his own daughter. Bra had been neglected since Pan began her training.

"No, of course not!" Vegeta yelled angrily. As if it would make things better. In fact it made things worse. Gohan could no longer control her even he wanted to. She was stronger than him now. Vegeta was only pointing out her transformation to explain why she needed the sensu beans, as she didn't look physically harmed.

"Stop it!" Pan yelled frustrated. She looked at Vegeta and Bulma fighting. Both them went silent. Again it was her fault that they were fighting. Everyone that she touched she destroyed their world. As far as she knew Vegeta and Bulma had been happy with each other in life. But then hadn't Vegeta initiated their relationship. His cruel words at her formal and then what conspired later on that evening, he started it. Had he been unhappy for a long time?

"He grabbed me by my throat, he wanted me dead," Pan wept as she tried to explain further her reasons for not going home again. Bulma shook her head still confused as what happened to the Gohan she knew. The happy little boy, who loved life and vowed to protect those who could not help themselves. His life must be in ruins.

"He does still love you Pan, you are his daughter," Bulma reassured her.

"He told me he has no daughter," Pan sighed. “That was the last thing he said to me.” She wiped away her tears and stood up, letting the blanket fall to the ground. "So be it, I've cried enough," Pan was frustrated with herself. Vegeta smirked. That's his student. That is the woman he fell in love with. "I'm tired from the transformation, I'm going to lie down," Pan said, before turning to walk up the stairs.

"You can stay here as long as you want. You've always had your room here. I will go get your stuff. Gohan won't want to see you," Bulma spoke loud enough for Pan to hear her.

Pan opened her door and walked inside before collapsing on the bed and falling asleep.


"Come on, Vegeta, you can help me pack up her stuff," Bulma spoke sadly. Vegeta nodded. He would prefer not to see Gohan. It would just make things worse. He would prefer to stay here with Pan, but in this house, he would have to be more careful around her and with his actions. He pushed the thought of Pan lying on the bed alone, right out of his mind. He and Bulma both walked out the door and headed to the car.

The whole ride over was spent in silence. Bulma continuously had the thought of Gohan trying to kill his only daughter in her mind.

* Flashback

"Come in, Come in!" Gohan whispered from his seat. Videl was lying on the hospital bed looking completely exhausted. In her arms was a tiny bundle wrapped in a fluffy pink blanket.

Bulma walked into the room, treading as quietly as she could, so she wouldn't wake up the precious baby. Vegeta was walking with his arms crossed frustrated. Bulma had dragged him here. He would have been training right now if the women hadn't dragged him here.

Videl smiled weakly as she beckoned them in with her free hand. Vegeta remained in the corner. Trunks reached for a better look to see the baby. He accidentally woke her up. Videl laughed softly.

"You have to be careful around babies," Gohan was lecturing Trunks gently. Trunks nodded and rolled his eyes as Gohan pulled out a chair that he could sit on. Trunks was thirteen and was a little to rough. Trunks hated when people treated him like a child. He wasn't five anymore.

"Oh Videl she is beautiful," Bulma smiled happily, embarrassed by her son's actions. Bulma very gently stroked the small wisp of black hair on the child's head.

"Bulma, this is Pan," Videl placed the child in Bulma's arms. Bulma smiled down at the child as it began to scream. Vegeta couldn't stand the noise and moved to leave the room. As he brushed passed Bulma, he glanced quickly at the bundle of joy. The baby settled quietly upon catching a glimpse of the older man's face.

"Wow, Vegeta, impressive," Gohan laughed as he got up and took his daughter from Bulma. Vegeta growled and left the room.

"She is so small, but I love her more than anything in the world. I just want to hold her forever in my arms," Gohan smiled down at his little girl. "I will never stop loving this child, she is my whole world now," Gohan sat down slowly as Pan began to fall asleep again with his rocking motion.


"Vegeta, Gohan loves that child so much, she is going to have a wonderful life. Her parents love her so much," Bulma said happily to him on the way back to Capsule Corp. He just mumbled out something out about her being spoiled.

* End Flashback

How could Gohan have changed so dramatically over the years? He couldn't leave Pan alone for a few minutes when she was born, she was his pride and joy, and he was the happiest that he had been in his whole life.

Vegeta couldn't get Pan out of his head either. Over the last few months she had become everything to him. He hated not being near her. Was a bond really forming already? It couldn't be, could it? Bonding to Pan would hurt too many people. It would make their relationship complete and others would find out. He couldn't let that happen. Could he? He loved her, shouldn't that be all that matters?

Finally they arrived and the uncomfortable silence came to a close. The door had been left open carelessly as Bulma became afraid of seeing Gohan.

"I was expecting you to come," Gohan spoke angrily yet politely. Bulma found it hard to look at her old friend. She imagined his hand breaking his daughter's neck. Bulma walked passed him and found Videl sobbing on the couch. Vegeta stood before Gohan, his power level slowly rising.

"We've come for her stuff," Bulma spoke to Gohan over her shoulder. Videl looked up to see Bulma walking toward the stairs.

"I will help you, Bulma," Videl peeled herself off the couch.