Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The things we do ❯ Nobody is Saiyan it Better ( Chapter 19 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Pan awoke in the early hours.  She was startled awake by the end of a dream.  Her heart raced as she tried to comfort herself.  It was only a dream.  Her eyes adjusted to the purplish hue form the light of outside.  The sun had not broken the horizon yet.  It matched the color of the man whom slept next to her.  Looking down at him gave her a momentary pause.  She reached up and trounced the mark that he had created on her neck.  It was actually in the spot where he had burnt her with his Ki.  This time though touching the area gave her a wheezy feeling.  The spot was very sensitive and made the pit of stomach pulsate.  Thoughts of Trunks rushed her mind at the same time; all her memories of him from her early childhood days until now flashed.  Kami, she realized she was now Trunks mate.  Wow!
 Trunks reached for her, a part of him missing her presence next to him.  Pan reached out her hand and gave it a squeeze.  She jumped out of the bed and went to find her backpack.  She really needed to find a place to put her clothes.  She was tired of living out of her backpack.  It was like a long stay over weekend that never seemed to end.  Pan decided on a one-piece spandex bodysuit.  Grabbing her leather sparring shoes, she left the room.  The opening of the Gravitational room was the only thing that gave her solace this morning.  Images of times past kept creeping into her mind.  No doubt, it was the bond causing this.  However, she knew that Trunks was still asleep, perhaps his subconscious spinning through memories...  Like her pangs of hunger, she compartmentalize it in order to start her training.   
Pan focused on her moving targets that the depressurization of the room almost went unnoticed.  Pan reacted to the presence feeling for the intruder.  IT was not Trunks or Goten.  Pan’s eyes widened with delight and surprise when she saw the one person whom she had missed.

Taking in his looks gave her such a smile.  His hair was much longer than she ever remembered seeing.  He looked larger than life and younger.  “Hey Panny.”

“Papa!” she screeched and though he wanted to hold his ears he laughed anyway delighting in seeing her well and safe.  Gohan grabbed her tightly and spun her around.  Sniffing her hair, thoughts of Trunks assailed him.
Questions would come later, Gohan needed to hold her so that she would feel real to him again.  Vegeta had nearly scared the crap out him an hour ago.  The prince had demanded they land and capsulate the ship, which they did and then his father had instantly transferred them back home, to her.
Vegeta and Goku walked in to the scene in the gravitational room.  It was Vegeta who aksed the question, “What the hell is the emergency?”  Then he took a step to Pan, but stopped.

Goku spoiled the moment saying what all three men were thinking, “Panny, you and Trunks huh?” then he smiled the Son smile.
Pan blushed deeply.  She was not use to answering these men about her love life.  She looked back to her father to see if she was angered.  She could not decipher his face.  She only knew that she felt different in front of him, as though they were no longer separated by years or relationships.  Pan could not explain it clearly to her head, but instinctively she knew that Gohan was a friend to her not just her father anymore.

It was not long before the people in the house gathered out to the Gravitational Room, Gohan and Bra, Bulma and then finally Trunks each giving the travelers a welcome home.  
It was somewhat anticlimactic, since nothing seemed wrong.  However, Vegeta, who had looped his arm around Bulma, spoke to his mate through tier link, “what happened?”
“Later” she replied.  Vegeta was content to with that.  Perhaps she just missed him too much.

That was when a peculiar interplay occurred.  Pan and Trunks grasped their hands and was looking to talk to Gohan for a moment, when Pan reacted to something no one saw, “Oh!” she said.  Trunks looked at her face and saw her eyes widened.

Gohan looked on to see his daughter’s face take on a look that he never had seen before.  Even Trunks would have to say that he never seen Pan look this confused.

Pan released Trunks hand, slinging it down.  Words were sticking to her throat.  However, she needed to get them out…
She looked up to the blue eyes, “that was what you didn’t want to tell me?” she asked.

Instead of answering her he looked over at Gohan, “Please tell her.” He practically begged.

Pan twisted away and took to the outside.  She was not ready to hear what she saw, her father with Trunks.  How much Trunks had loved every minute of it.
Trunks saw how Pan was interpreting what had occurred.  She was not seeing his perspective today; only what it was like then.  This was the only thing that scared him.  He could not have her doubt his feelings for her, based on something that happened before he even really knew who she was.  He called out to her in his head begging her not to leave, to talk to him to talk to her dad.  

No one pursued her immediately.  She was only in the back area of the gravitational room, sitting in the grass rocking, thinking about Trunks and her father.  She felt how Trunks felt; how he felt about Gohan.  Pan could not even get past the fact that Gohan was her father; she did not want to think of it that way.  
Pan knew that Trunks had loved Goten, still did in fact.  She had not needed to read his mind to see that, she had known that for as long as she had known both of them.  Nevertheless, that relationship made perfect sense to her.  They were as each other’s self.  But it wasn’t romantic love.  What he felt for Gohan in those moments were laced with a pleasure, and passion.  Gohan had been Trunk’s crush, as he had been hers.  

Strong arms grabbed her and pulled Pan into a hard chest.  ‘Daddy?” she cried.  
Gohan sighed that sigh he had developed years ago when dealing with his family.  It was how he started every conversation.  “Oh, Panny, I don’t know where to begin except to say that I loved you mother with my whole being.  She and I were mated too.”
Gohan paused, letting that get through to Pan.

Pan nodded her head.  Her parents never talked about having a bond in the way she was experiencing.  Like most things with Gohan, his private life was his private life.  For her she understood why Trunks was not willing to tell her before Gohan came back.

“Long ago, I did love someone besides your mother, I don’t know how much Trunks remembers, but it was not him it was Mira.  It was selfish of me, but I thought I had to protect Goten form Trunks.  EH was out of control back then.  He would have done to Goten what Mira and I had done, and it was killing me inside”

“I don’t understand.” She said looking up from his chest.  The front of his shirt wet with Pans confused tears.

“After the Cell games, Mira left for a short time, then returned to spend more time here.  We   continued our friendship.  We began to form a half bond, it was not quite a serious as the blood bond; but close enough.  The thing is what was between him and I started before Trunks ever made it back in time.  It was with me, from Trunks time me.  When my other self-took up training Trunks to fight the Androids.  Dende, Pan everyone was so young back then.  Mira was 13 when that other Gohan and he, they needed each other so deseparately.  Trunks had spoken about how that was the only time that Gohan had truly been happy.  When he died, Mira swore to avenge his death.
Pan had never heard this telling of the time travelling Trunks; the relationship between Mira and Gohan was as perplexing as anyone could imagine.
“Mira was such a wounded soul; I was so very young but was carrying the world on my shoulders.  My father had died, Vegeta had withdrawn form fighting.  Can you imagine that ? Vegeta would not even train for a while.  My mother was pregnant and missing your grandfather.  Then he returned.  He was my saving grace.  I loved him, but he left me too.  The  Trunks of my time was just a baby, that is your Trunks.  When Goten was born, Mira came back to this time to see us again.  He saw how Trunks and Goten had found each other.  His hope for our future seemed much happier.  As much as we meant to each other, he could not leave his world all together for his mother needed him.  That world needed a hero.”

Pan felt as though her father was making something seem happier than it was.  She could feel that through her bond with Trunks.  
“Papa, what happened?” she asked feeling as though she needed to comfort him.

“You don’t want me to sugar coat it huh?” he asked with a sardonic smile.
This was not her father’s normal smile.  She was not sure if he had changed or this was a side she refused to acknowledge.  It reminded of her when Beby had possessed him.
It was that realizations which made her want to know the truth.  

“Well,” then he put his hand behind his head and ruined the seriousness.
Somehow, that made Pan more irritated.  She rolled her eyes, “Gohan, tell me what happened and don’t sugar coat this like you said.”

Gohan had to contemplate his daughter.  She had changed over these months as much if not more than he had.  The bite mark alone on her neck was more than an indicator.  HE owed this to her, the truth.
“Mira wasn’t always the nicest guy.  When he came back to help us kill the Androids, he pretty much came here and then experienced I don’t know; Saiyan puberty?”  Gohan jumped up, leaving Pan to try to catch herself.  He ran his hand through his hair.  If it had been straight like Trunks she would had laughed.  
“It was all about the hunt.  Yamucha, Maron, Your grandfather…”

“Wait, Mira went after Grandpa?”  Pan asked intrigued now.

“No, but he tried.  It was funny at the time though.  During the preparation for the fight, then Goku got sick and then Cell appeared.  IT was not the best time for him to be having all these issues.”

“I can’t imagine it, Goku!  Hah” Pan was almost giddy with humor, oh Kami how she needed to laugh.
Gohan was shaking his head though.  That had not been funny to him at the time.
“No, it was then that I got angry.  Then we had the cell games.  Afterwards, Trunks left and then he came back.  He started where he had left off, even attempting to seduce Vegeta.  That is when I offered myself to him.  I was thirteen by then.  I loved him and hated him.  I hated that he hadn’t once looked my way.”

Pan began to have some serious thoughts about her own father.  Were all Saiyans attracted to men?  
“He was my first crush, that and Lime.  But you know about her.”  Gohan looked pointedly at Pan.

Oh, yeah Pan knew who Lime was; that was another story al together.  Then Pan remembered that she needed to go see Lime anyway.  She had a debt to pay her.

Both were quiet for a moment lost in their own thoughts.  Pan though could feel an intrusion in her head.  Trunks was asking her if she was hungry.  Pan squeezed her eyes shut trying to shut him out, though it did not work.  However, the feeling of understanding settled between them.  

“It’s not easy you know, learning how to work through the blood bond.  I suppose it will much easier for you two.”  Gohan said as he had watching Pan.

“Keep talking about Mira.”  Pan said pointedly.

Gohan sighed again, “I won’t go into details, but Mira and I developed a closeness that I hadn’t ever experienced, well until I met you mother.  At least I am grateful for that though.  Trunks and I had our destinies.  And Mine was with your mom.”

“What about now?”
“Panny, now is now, I can’t change what happened.  I did what I did because I did not want Goten to fall for Trunks.  Trunks was in that state of mind I had seen before.  

“Look how it’s turned out, see Goten has Bra and you have your Trunks.  Just the way God had intended it to be.  You can have children; make all kinds of Saiyan babies.”  Gohan laughed at this, that idea way to knew him to digest.
“Not everything is as pretty as it seems,” she reminded him

He knew that, but he did not want to spoil life for her yet.  

“You fucked him pretty well.”  Pan said.
“Pan!”  Gohan yelled shocked at his daughter’s words and thoughts.
“Gee Papa, I’m practically a married woman now, and it’s time you get to know who I am.  All I can tell is that we are a bunch of Horny Saiyans.  I will speak plainly to you; do you know how hard it is to see that you literally fucked my Trunks so well, that it changed him.”

“Panny, I’m sorry, it wasn’t done to hurt you, I guess you know now; it is a Saiyan thing.”  He shrugged.  He would play her game; Gohan could play anyone’s game.
“I love him, I have always loved him.  Do you think I got that from you?”  Pan asked wondering if her life was inevitably set in stone. The ideal made her heart happy yet heavy.

“Let Trunks make you happy.  I was right you know.  Only a few later after him and me, Trunks found you.  I mean you did have to sneak onto that ship and cruise the universe with him.  I don’t know how he kept himself form not taking you then.  The other Trunks would have, my other self would had, maybe I would had too.  For a whole year, he controlled those urges.  For which when you all retuned and after everything else, you had this beautiful relationship.  It is stronger than you think.  And anyone who sees you both know how powerful it is.”

“Yeah it’s pretty powerful, and new.  He thinks he can save me though.  Tame my other desires.”  She said.

Gohan had not wanted get into that, yet.  His stomach growled.  
Pan looked up at the noise, “let’s go eat.”
“Pan don’t hate me.” Gohan begged.
Her answer was to hug his neck.  “You can’t have him.”  She said to his ear.

Gohan had to laugh.  Jealousy was a lousy thing for a Saiyan to deal with.

“How can you kill a bitch with that much Ki power?”  Kato aksed of Asunda.

“You first must subdue the Ki, obviously the syringe didn’t work.” He answered
Kato turned to Michael Shen, “Why the fuck haven’t you released the story.  I want to bury that bitch.  She is a shameless slut.”
Michael kept hearing the word about Ki.  It was intriguing to him.  He might have a solution to Kato’s problems.  It might be more of his redeeming feature than the story.

He cornered Otto, “what do you know of Ki?” he asked his cousin.

“Ki is energy, life force, and power.  Everyone has it though it is not something unique.  I thought you studied Kung Fu.  It’s in the world all around us and in us.”  Otto replied.
Michael was a poor student.  He knew this.  But he wasn’t slow.  “How does one subdue it?”
“Why?”
“Because if I can get Pan Son down and without her Ki, then my chances of joining the Yakuza is guaranteed.”

“I might have something for you, but I might lose my job.”  Otto replied

“That job, forget it.  Once I am in, you can work for me.”  Michael assured his cousin.

With Vegeta, Goku, and Gohan retuning Bulma gave herself a break.  She was going to her labs today.  The Labs for her meant she was staying home and working.  Trunks could make an appearance; Pan had enough guardians watching over her.  

Once in her lab, Bulma felt at home.  She checked the logs of any tests her scientist had been working on.  Everyone was busy hustling around ready for the next big thing.  She wanted to download the information Gohan had collected.  The small capsule that held the spacecraft was in her coat pocket.  Hope the comlink could be ascertained without decapsulating the ship.  Otherwise, she would have to walk over to her garage and open it.  Working on the cap, she tried to wirelessly access the capsulated computer.  It had worked before, during a trial run, however now it was not getting a signal.  It could only be because Gohan had only a few minutes to shut down the ship and capsulate it.  Vegeta had warned her that her transmission to come home had been received and he made no haste.  Bulma was reflecting on the fact that the transponders that Gohan had set during the trip to Barnpar must have boosted her signal for they had appeared not hours after she had asked death Vegeta come home.  
Mindless of what she was doing.  Bulma placed the cap in a huge empty space.  This cap did have a timed opening schematic.  Bulma walked back to where the Computer room was and waited.  The computer link began to beep a signal as soon as the ship opened.  Bulma looked down at the link and noticed that systems were trying to restart.  Obviously, Gohan had not shut down all the systems before he had to capsulate the ship.  She sighed.  Well this is just going to take a bit longer.  Thanks Vegeta.  She thought this loudly.

“You welcome Bitches.”  The familiar Raspy voice sounded behind her.  As frustrated it was, having him home made everything pale.  

“Are going to train?  I wasn’t going to work to long today.”  Bulma replied.
“You shouldn’t be working at all…”  Vegeta began to complain.
“Vegeta, you can't expect me to leave getting this information, I’m dying to see it.  I am just going to down load it.”  

“Vegeta kissed her ear, then said, “I don’t fucking care about that, I just got home and I’ve missed you.”  

“I know” Bulma commented and then kissed her Prince.  Their understanding for each other had matured over the years.  However, her need for knowledge sometimes left him by the wayside, as much as his need to train.  In the end though it was them together.  “I won’t be long; I’ll just create the link and start the download.”

Vegeta left, satisfied.  Bulma would come to him soon.  

After a frustrating 15 minutes, Bulma had gotten the hookup to work.  She closed the garage and headed to her labs to see if the other computer was secure enough to begin the uplink.  She did not want anyone else to see the information before she did.


Heading in she was not paying much mind to what everyone was ding for she wanted to connect the computers up and go see Vegeta.  If she stopped to look at one of her Lab assistants, she would get involved; like always.
However, seeing Otoyaru Shen made her stop.  This man had worked with her on some of her most private research projects.  She was not very happy with him.  She was downright convinced that he was the part cause of the latest problems she faced.  “What are you doing her Mr. Shen?”  She asked startling him.
“Oh Dr. Briefs’, hi.  I was checking on an experiment I started on Friday.  “Otto said zipping up his messenger bag.
“Would that be the experiment of ruining my family,” she asked rather more pointedly.

“Uh, why would I do that?” he stuttered not liking where this was going.

“Oh I don’t know you being related to a sleaze bag named Michael who had some very disturbing photos and stories about my family?”  Bulma’s piercing eyes giving him the chills.  She had a temper.
“I can explain, he, he is my cousin… not really a good son.  He um not is not welcomed at home.  I feel sorry for him mostly….” He stuttered trying to remove any connection between Michael and him.

“So you weren’t at his home and being plastered over the TV yesterday?”

“Gomen, Nasi, “Otto bowed to her., trembling.  Dr. Brief’s was only warming up.  He was expecting to be tossed out on his ass literally.  
“He was very upset yesterday.  I tried to find out why.  I did not know what he had tried to do.  I am so sorry for him bothering you. He, he is always at that club, he saw the girl… he recognized her...  I told him to not use it I swear, but then that reporter form JMZ showed up.  He is just a fool.”

“So you did know, and didn’t think of warning me?”  She looked again to see his cringe, “If he really is not so honored in your family.”  Bulma putting a twist in to his dilemma.
“He is an idiot, I am very sorry for his actions.  You know me Dr. Briefs’, I would never harm your family, and this place is like my home.”  Otto assured her.  Though he did love his cousin and enjoyed his privileges, he did not want to lose his job.  He was not lying that this job was like his home.
“Do you think he is going to publish those photos and run that story?”  She asked cornering him further.

The only think Otto was worried about was that he needed to get away and bring Michael the Ki restraints that he had just taken form Bulma’s private lab.  He could take all the abuse she gave him.  He had no idea if Michael was going to continue the publication of the story; he was waiting for collaboration, “My cousin is following all his leads, he was hoping to get comments from Trunks and that other man Terrance Vale.  I begged him to stop pursuing it.”

“Why is it I don’t believe you?  Oh I know perhaps the 15 million Zeni he threatened me to not run the story!”  Bulma was nearly breathing fire at this point.

Otto could see that smoke was coming form the back of her head when she ground that out.  He swallowed hard, praying for a quick escape.  He probably would never be allowed back her again.  Especially if she realized he had stolen from her.

“I will, do my best.  Perhaps I will talk to his mother, my auntie.  Okay?” he asked hoping she would just let him pass.
He gathered his messenger bag over his shoulder, when a collected gasp sounded throughout the labs.

He looked at Bulma’s face a noticed she had seemed calmer now but with a definite smirk in place on her frightening face.
Otto was not sure how the little man could move so fast.  Dr. Brief’s reclusive husband was now here right behind Bulma terrifying almost everyone there.
“Well Mr. Otto do you think that will work?”
“Iie, I can only try.  How much can a mother really do to her only son?” he asked quick to give Bulma that much more to think about.
“I might have underestimated you Mr. Otoyaru.”  She looked quizzically at him as though she was wondering what she could do to him besides fire him.
“No, no I am sure you have not.  I am just your assistant, and I love working here.”  He quavered, praying to get as far away as possible.
“You’re not very good at groveling?  Shall I assist you?  My wife seems very unhappy.”
Vegeta spoke rather low belieing his anger for Bulma’s anger he felt.  However, this was her arena he never interfered unless she asked which was rare since Trunks had come of age.
“Otto bowed and said, “I will leave now, I will go straight to my aunt’s, and my mother they should be able to convince him.  I am sorry.” He kept bowing his head and slowly trying to make his way out of the labs.
Vegeta did not budge, so Otto had to brush past him as he left the area.  He saw the exit door and prayed he made it off property.
Bulma let out her breath and looked around at Otto desk.  Nothing seemed out of place.  She went to his computer and saw a diagnostic run of raw data form an experiment.  So he was doing something right.  HE had never failed her at his job.  Was it his fault that Michael Shen was related to him?  Look at Goku.  His brother was not the nicest of people.

“Give me a minute Vegeta; I want to link up the ship and my computer.  Bulma went in to her private office of her labs and sat down.  She quickly connected her computer to the Comlink in the garage.  Turing around she noticed that a locker in her office was slightly open.  She peered inside and looked through some of the items she was working on and improving.  Bulma sighed wondering which of the kids had taken the extra pair of Ki restrains.  Bra or Trunks?  She luaghed. Like father like son like mother.  She closed the locker all the way, shut off her lights and locked up the office.  She did not want anyone seeing that information.
Bulma and Vegeta made their way back up to her house.  She was excited to spend some quiet time with her Saiyan.




“Here Michael, give these to Kato.  That should subdue her Ki.  If he can get them on her then she will only be as  strong as a mite.” Otto confirmed for is cousin.