Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or DBGT.
AN: Just a warning this is un-beta'd. And I have an issue with commas. I just love the little punctuation marks so much that I wanna use them everywhere. I have no set update schedule but I will try to update at least once a week. Anyway, I will stop rambling and let you get on to the fic. Enjoy!
Ages:
Pan: 4
Bra: 8
Marron: 13
Goten: 17
Trunks: 18
Prologue
"Trunks! Get the door!" Bulma's voice could be heard echoing through the halls of Capsule Corporation. Heaving a sigh Trunks rolled his eyes as he got off the couch and walked to the front door while his friends laughed behind him. The second the door opened Trunks was knocked to the ground by a little orange and black blur who clung to his t-shirt like glue.
"Trunks!" Pan squealed in delight as she hugged her friend.
Carefully he detached the child's arms from around his waist, looking around quickly to make sure no one besides him and her parents had seen. "Hey Panda bear!" He spun her around and tossed her in the air before setting her down beside her father. "What's up Gohan, what brings you here?" A lavender eyebrow was raised in wonder. He hadn't been informed of another party or gathering…
"Hi Trunks. Your mom agreed to watch Pan for us while we go out to buy her birthday present. I can't believe my little girl is going to be five years old in less than a week. That's half a decade!" As he spoke his eyes began to water. It was never easy thinking of his little girl growing up nor was it easy remembering his lack of a father on his own fifth birthday.
Bulma chose then to make her appearance. "It will be fine Gohan. All children grow up, we just have to accept it and treasure the years we have." She knelt down so she was eye level with the dark haired demi saiyan. "Hey Pan, you wanna play with Auntie Bulma?" Her arms were spread wide, ready to receive Pan as she jumped straight into the blue haired female's embrace.
"Thanks Bulma. We'll be back in a few hours." Gohan and Videl both kissed Pan on the cheek before heading out to the hover car. Pan wildly waved from her place in Bulma's arms until they were out of sight. Trunks left his mother to babysit and rejoined his friends in the living room where they were watching the latest action movie.
"Who was it?" Goten asked from where he lay on the floor. Behind him on the couch Bra sat covering her eyes, only peeking when Goten would laugh. How she admired him. He was everything a fairytale hero should be; strong, handsome, and kind. Her crystal blue eyes shot to her right where Marron sat less than a foot from Trunks. Marron had been in love with Trunks since her mother and father had first introduced the pair when she was born. At first it had been his uniquely colored hair that drew her in but then she began to long to see his face. When she realized she loved him, Marron swore she would do everything in her power to get him. No matter the cost.
Bra watched as Marron stared at the television, never blinking even when things got gory. Bra wanted poise and bravery like that. Bra wanted to be just like Marron. The human-android hybrid didn't fly or fight, she was a lady in every sense of the word. She wore dresses and make-up, she never cursed, and she never got her hands dirty by cooking, cleaning, or tinkering with gadgets. With new found bravery Bra sat up straight and watched the movie with uncovered eyes. If Marron could do it, so could she.
"Mom is watching Pan while your brother and Videl go shopping." Trunks mumbled, too engrossed in the movie to really care. The information slid over the group, not really taking hold. They forgot about the extra little presence in the house until…
"Trunks! There's been an emergency at the lab. I need you to watch Pan while I go fix whatever those imbeciles can't handle on their own. I swear I don't know why I even pay them if all they do is mess up all the time." Bulma dropped Pan on the couch by Bra and continued on down the hallway and out of the building, not even asking if leaving Pan with them was ok.
The four year old sat on the couch looking back and forth between the older kids and the television. "I wanna play." She pouted but received no attention. " I said I wanna play!" Pan shouted, her face turning red from the effort. Even so, the four older kids barely acknowledged her.
"There are some blocks in the back cabinet, play with those. We are busy, Pan." Trunks spoke without taking his eyes off the tv. Crawling over the back of the couch, Pan pulled the box of blocks from the cabinet and looked at them. This was it? Five small square blocks. What did they think she was? A two year old? Forget this. With one last look at the four watching tv, Pan left the common room to explore.
Down the hall in what used to be a locked room, Pan found a desk littered with papers and many brightly colored pens. Her mommy and daddy had been teaching her to read but even before that she could recognize the words 'Capsule Corp.' It made sense that the page was called a 'blue print' since all the writing was in blue. But there is such a thing as too much blue. Pan decided she should help Bulma fix that problem by coloring in the rocket ship. She was halfway done adding flames to the thrusters when she heard grunting coming from the kitchen. Grunting meant one thing in the Brief's household. Vegeta!
Pan dropped the red pen she was using and ran out into the kitchen. But Vegeta wasn't there. However, Pan could smell the hint of a ham and cheese sandwich in the air, Vegeta must have made a sandwich and gone back to train. Using her nose, Pan followed the trail back to the gravity room. The light outside was unlit meaning that the gravity was off but the scent trail clearly led inside. Pan opened the door with the ease of a saiyan and walked into the sterile white room.
"Your presence was not requested, why are you here brat?" Vegeta growled from his place leaning against the wall. Pan looked at the second strongest man she had ever known.
She bit her lip as she gathered what she wanted to say. "You remind me of my grandpa." His face hardened, he pushed off from the wall and walked over to where she stood.
"I am nothing like your grandpa. Kakkarot is a fool." He watched as his words hit home, her little black eyes narrowing in anger.
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "Take that back. Grandpa was a good man."
Vegeta laughed, actually laughed at the naivety of the child. "Your grandfather chose to go train a weak human over staying and training you, his saiyan granddaughter. He chose a stranger over you. He chose a stranger over his family. Have you seen how your grandmother cries because he is gone? Can't you see how her heart is breaking because he is so far away? How long does it take you to fly around the world? Seven minutes? He can't even come home for an hour every now and then, just to see his family? No! Because none of you matter to him. A weak human with human limits matters more to him than his own flesh and blood. You are nothing to him."
Pan took in his snarl and tense stance. His voice was harsh, grating on her calm like a diamond edged blade. Something in her broke. Tears flowed down her cheeks, the drops flying into the air instead of falling. Her energy spiked red/orange around her, the color getting lighter with every ragged breath she took. Finally she let it out, the pain she had been trying to hold in. A guttural scream erupted from her mouth, the sound akin to a dying soul. Pale gold light flooded the room proving the Prince's theory correct. Saiyan blood, no matter how diluted, is dominant and the more human blood in the partial breed the easier it is to level up.
Pan's hair fell around her face. The locks spiked down instead of up like that of a male saiyan. Her eyes were that unique shade of turquoise, the black pupil all but gone. Her breath came in short gasps and instead of falling the tears simply evaporated from her cheeks. Vegeta smirked, maybe Kakkarot leaving had been a good thing.
Bulma came into Capsule Corp trying to shuffle the ten pizza boxes and her car keys. "A little help?" She called. Instantly, Trunks and Goten were at her side relieving her of the food. They helped carry the boxes into the kitchen with Bra and Marron trailing behind. "Where's Pan?" She asked, just noticing the little girl's missing presence.
"Playing with blocks in the common room." Trunks managed to say between bites. Goten nodded while Bra and Marron made a game of trying to get a piece of pizza without losing a hand. Rolling her eyes, Bulma walked to the common room to fetch the little girl.
An empty room met her gaze. "Umm, Trunks. She's not here. Are you sure this is where you left her?" Bulma called back.
"Yes mom! She was playing with the blocks behind us the whole time! She is probably just hiding." The angry tone of his voice let Bulma know that he was upset that she was interrupting his meal.
"You left a four year old out of your line of sight and now we can't find her. Gohan and Videl are going to kill me! Pan! Come on out honey!" When she received no response, Bulma left the room to go find her repaired saiyan scouter. "Trunks, were you in my office?" The door was open when Bulma was certain she had left it shut and locked.
"No mom!"
"Trunks Vegeta Briefs! You get your ass in here right this minute!" The sound of glass breaking in the kitchen was accompanied by footsteps in the hallway. "If Pan was playing with the blocks the whole time, would you care to explain why my blue prints look like a cartoon?" He had no answer for his enraged mother. "You lost Pan, you had better find her before Gohan and Videl get here or I swear young man you'll-" Her words were cut off by the sound of the doorbell. "Dear Dende." Bulma muttered in prayer, hoping that it was not who she thought it was at the door. Pressing a button on her watch, Bulma logged in to the security feed to see who was at the front door. Apparently Dende was up for some drama because Gohan and Videl were on her front steps to pick up their daughter. With an audible gulp, Bulma walked off to face her doom at the hands of two very strong and very scary parents.
"Hi Bulma! Pan behaved, right?" Gohan's hand was idly scratching the back of his head in a sign of nervousness. He could see that Bulma was clearly agitated and hoped that it was not Pan who had caused whatever was making the blue haired genius mad.
Unconsciously Bulma copied the move, her hand scratching the back of her head as she laughed nervously. "Well, there was a problem at the lab so I had to leave Pan with Trunks, Goten, and the girls for a bit." She paused,trying to think of a way to let them know that their baby was missing.
"That's fine Bulma. Trunks and Goten are two very responsible young men. We trust them with her. Is that why you're so worried?" Gohan became relieved and Videl visibly relaxed from her tensed state.
"Actually, no. Umm. I don't know how to say this Gohan, I am so so SO sorry. I don'tknow how it happened, butI am so sorry that it did. The kids, well, they-" She was cut off by the gravity room door opening and the most shocking sight emerging. Pan sat atop of Vegeta's shoulders, her hands clutching his head tightly so that she wouldn't fall.
As the pair neared, they could hear the tail end of what Vegeta was saying. "And that is why a saiyan's hair is not affected by gravity. We are genetically perfect for battle."
"So it won't cut me if I touch it?" Pan enquired.
"No. But if given the right velocity even the softest material, hair included, can cause damage. If a saiyan were out of energy, or dying and desiring to go out in a blaze of glory, the warrior could fly or be thrown at an enemy and impale them with their hair. It is a very convenient method of attack if the element of surprise is obtained." Vegeat sat the girl down on the floor by her parent's feet before walking back to the GR. "I expect her to be here at five every morning from here on out. Someone must teach her the proper saiyan ways." Without another word or glance, Vegeta locked himself in the room to train.
Gohan looked back and forth from Vegeta to Bulma to Pan. "Oh my! Bulma! You had me worried for a minute. I thought something bad had happened like the kids had lost Pan or something. We don't mind if she trains with Vegeta. It will be good for her. Ever since my dad… Ever since he left Pan has been sad and moping. Maybe this will help her get over his absence." Gohan sadly smiled at his baby. He missed his father but would never let his little girl see him cry. "Thanks again Bulma." He muttered before grabbing up his baby and leaping into the air.
"Sorry about that. Goku leaving still hurts Gohan. I don't think he will ever heal." Videl watched her husband fly off, Pan's giggles reaching her ears. "Thanks again Bulma." Videl walked back to the car. She would drive home and give her husband and daughter time to calm down.
"Anytime." Bulma whispered before closing the door. The second she was sure they would not see, she leant back against the door and slid to the ground. "I am too old for this."
Alright! So the next chapter jumps to when Pan is 17. Trust me, it only gets better from here. There will be mystery, intrigue, and a new enemy. See what happens next time on…Of Them All!