Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Penitent ❯ Pan all grown up ( Chapter 8 )

Penitent

 

From lollipops to lipstick, Pan all grown up

 

 

 

The stroking of her mane aroused her. She knew where she was and with whom. However, she had no idea of what to say. She moved softly, and he let her go but watched her with intensely blue orbs. She did not avoid hi look, but then again she did not return the stare yet… She found her discarded sweats and redressed. It was easy to tell that he wanted to talk; she was not sure if she was ready to… he could not decipher her mood, and she was silent… this worried him…

 

“Pan,” Trunks began.

 

The deer in the headlights look stopped his words, though he was not sure what he was going to say anyhow-

 

Slowly Pan challenged herself, and met his stare. Her eyes were pools of uncertainty, screaming at him.

 

Again, the weight of her pain, questions, and confusion wrought havoc… Pan looked like one of the damned, an angel plucked from her safe haven and placed in a pit, dieing inside-

 

He had caused this, unfortunately he did not know if he could ever fix it.

 

Pan's eyes were suspended into his gaze and she found she could not turn away from him. Too much had happened. Her whole life had included this person, he was her best friend her lover…. Last night went beyond every dream and fantasy. It had erased the debacle of the first time, but had not changed the hurt…the only difference now was how she thought of him…

 

Before, Trunks was so god like to her… He was not a god; she only manifested him in that way. Torn down was the pedestal where she had placed him, and in its place was a man, just a man with faults- infallible, mistake ridden, imperfect, Saiyan- Strong, powerful, intelligent, and humbled.

 

Her little girl life pulled from under her as if a security blanked ripped away. She had to grow up sometime and see things as they were not as she imagined….

 

All these feelings and thoughts crossed her features and shown from her expressive eyes…. She had grown up over night and this confused Trunks. He saw that she was different, and assuming he had killed her innocence, damaged his angel, broken her wings and drowned her in his basal deceit, decrepitude.

 

Pan never showed feared, so she still faced him and he felt beaten, hopeless—

 

The moments passed, and in each other's eyes the saw the other… Trunks turned away ashamed- he tore from his Med bed and grabbed whatever clothes he could find… he left CC in a mad rush, near tears.

 

Pan watched his departure amazed. As an afterthought to her realizations, she added a new word to her vocabulary to describe the person whom she would be bound to for eternity-

 

She whispered, “Coward” and shook her head with a small smile-

 

It let quickly away when she heard her name.

 

“Pan”

 

Pan turned and faced the Prince--------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------================================= ===========

 

 

Trunks had somehow managed a T-shirt and shorts. Neither offered much coverage- then again he did not plan to battle either. However, unintentional, birds of a father always seem to find one another—

 

Why Trunks had came across Gohan, he was not sure, but Piccolo only wondered how Trunks failed to recognize their Ki's unless the young Saiyan was too blinded or too foolish to not come this way… Trunks seemingly flew to them like a bug to a light- surmising the boys dress, unstable emotions and, plain sorry state- Piccolo felt it just desserts for him and Gohan to meet up.

 

The Namek had snorted at first hearing Gohan growl. Sensitive to sights sounds and smell, Piccolo absently recognized Pan's scent all over the younger man.

 

Gohan had not powered up with his anger, respecting his mentors instructions earlier, Gohan and Trunks locked into a battle.

 

According to Kami and Popo, this was a normal thing for Saiyans to engage in. This was the best therapy- Piccolo could deal with Gohan and Trunks, both were normally very level headed, intelligent men- when they tired he would began again- this time have both meditate---

 

 

Meanwhile, at CC

 

 

Vegeta took extreme pleasure in coaching Pan. The had not really slacked from her training, and her health and that of his heir meant more to him then he was willing to put into words- Today he would rather deal with Pan then his own daughter- he pushed Bra out of his mind—that girl was worse then he mother she was just … incorrigible.

 

 

“Veggie-sama?” asked Pan.

 

“Hnn, “he grunted.

 

“Are you disappointed in me?” she asked.

 

Vegeta looked sharply; it was not likely for Pan to ask a personal direct question of him about herself. She seemed rather like it was important of her not to disappoint him…

 

“Have I ever said anything to imply that?” was his reply that belied his concern.

 

“No, but…” she began but he continued.

 

“Then drop it.” Was his advice to her.

 

Pan still never took all advice, “Why then?” she wondered.

 

Frustrated, “Why - Why what?” Vegeta let her run the conversation; he owed her some justification after all.

 

“Why didn't you stop my dad or Goten?”

 

This was more like Pan to show concern for others, other than herself…

 

“It was her right.” He put succinctly.

 

Unbelievably, “you would have let them kill Trunks?”

 

“No,” he confirmed but was annoyed at her stupidity.

 

“So?” she demanded an answer.

 

He breathed deeply; Pan was worse then her grandfather when she wanted explanations. He had to drop his arrogant and normally impersonal self and actually talk, damn his sense of honor to the chit…

 

“So, so it stopped when it did - Trunks was knocked senseless.” He explained.

 

“Vegeta?” Pan formally bowed to him.

 

For a split second he checked- Pan since a young age had paid him respect, as a Prince. However, this formality with him had never been there. She preferred to annoy him with Onna's favorite pet name; Veggie…whatever else she needed to know was of some great importance to her. The thought made him smirk. Pan had begun to understand why she should feel this way- though not sure of herself- what mattered most was that Trunks deserved Pan- and she, she was worth all of his son- and if it was still in existence Pan deserved -earned - demanded that…To be a princess- queen of Vegeta… She was a warrior- young to be sure…

 

Perhaps her own age- had much to do with her timidness now- but then- she now knew how she affected Trunks- he heard her words, felt her smile- Maybe she could not put all of these things into words. - She had Trunks running to the hills- doubled with pain he feared to have caused her- she was learning on her own- what he could not teach her...

 

A minute had passed since she questioned him—

 

“Vegeta...Veggie-sama” she pressed

 

“Go Pan, find him,” was his advice.

 

Pan looked up at his face; it was stoic as ever-

 

“Find the Namek, then go to Trunks.” He insisted.

 

However, Pan regressed to her inquisitive self, “Piccolo? Why?”

 

“Hnn, you'll see, “was his only reply.

 

Pan left for the Ki of Piccolo.

 

 

The roll of his eyes alerted Pan.

 

She realized that Mr. Piccolo was going to be as difficult as the Prince-was

 

However, she was not afraid of Vegeta and Piccolo had always been a close friend of her family.

 

Something was amiss… and the former guardian did not welcome her presence.

 

Instead of shrinking back from his stare; boldly Pan approached the Namek and explained quickly-

 

“Vegeta told me to find Trunks- I need to talk to him.”

 

The two, Piccolo and Vegeta respected their presence and abilities- Vegeta was too arrogant for Piccolo- but he never questioned the Saiyans reasoning-

At least when he was not mad at anyone- Vegeta must have good reasons and could see more into this situation then he did; thus, why Pan was here…

Vegeta had reasons or knew more about Saiyan things then he—this whole ordeal was defiantly a Saiyan thing…

 

Piccolo announced that Trunks was meditating not far. However, he warned her that he was not alone…

 

Pan at first thought Goten was sitting next to Trunks.

 

They were close by, but keeping their Ki very low…

However, she corrected her assumption when Gohan and Trunks broke from their state.

 

Trunks heart fluttered and Gohan rumbled a low warning…

 

Pan stopped and assessed the situation. Was it safe? Forget asking why the two were together- thankful they seemed civil- but ye extent…. Was it safe?

 

Trunks eyes were guarded, unsure- yet her father looked conflicted he was frowning something uncommon.

 

Stopping short - she pushed her feelings outward trying to sense more then what just met the eyes.

 

The Chibi she carried at that moment decided to shift hard as if to make his presence known, his voice heard to everyone…

 

The kick was strong, even Pan felt the Ki spike within. On reaction, she placed a comforting hand to the areas that pulsated.

 

Trunks jumped immediately from his position and rushed to her side.

 

“What's wrong Pan?” anxious eyes searched her...

 

“It's the baby…,” she breathed out.

 

Without thinking he went to gather her in his arms and take her home of CC or the hospital… he looked about in frantic sweeping look.

 

Gohan reached much the same way—looking even more flustered then Trunks was behaving...

 

 

“Just stop!” she laughingly slapped Trunks off- “I'm fine!” she demanded of Trunks.

 

“Pan” he pleaded…

 

Pan just looked heaven ward to his antics.

 

Gohan stepped back and watched the interplay between them.

 

“Really its fine…The baby just kicked hard!” she laughed again.

 

“Pan don't lie to me!” he practically yelled at her.

 

“Oh Kami!” she replied.

 

“What!?” he asked near panicked.

 

“You, Stop, I am Fine,” she argued.

 

Gohan took a chance to add his own remark, “Maybe Pan we should let Bulma just check out out…. You do need a doctor and checks… you, this is a Saiyan” he referred to her baby...

 

Trunks beamed at Gohan's idea…