A/N: This ficcy may be a little weird, for I haven't sleep in about 24 hours and I'm currently running on pure caffeine and nicotine. But all in all, I'm hoping it'll be good in the least.

A/N2: This is an odd pairing and I'm expecting a hell of a lot of flames for it. So read on and flame if necessary, but be warned the wrath of Vegeta will not be taken lightly. Yup, it's a P/V pairing and if you don't like it then go to the HFIL!

Disclaimers: I don't not own DBZ or Pink Floyd or any other bands or any other BS I may put into my fic. Please don't sue…blah, blah, blah…I'm poor…blah, blah, blah…have a nice day.

The Younger Woman

Chapter One: Getting Acquainted

Pan settled herself in the driver's seat of her 1976 Chevy van, personally customized to fit her taste. The back seats had been torn out and replaced with shaggy carpeting and a couple of bean bags for late 'chill' sessions with her friends. Black curtains were draped over every window except for the windshield, whereas a curtain was placed behind the driver and passenger seats comfortably. Although her windows were tinted so much that she hardly needed curtains, but she just liked the feeling they gave. 

Her van itself was black with ghost flames running from the headlights and faded halfway down the middle. Inside, a strand of all green x-mas lights were hung around the interior of the van that turned on at the touch of a button. Also, there was a black light that lit up a poster of grateful dead bears on the ceiling.

She smiled to herself as she rolled down the window to talk to her parents. "Hey, I gotta run into town before heading to Capsule Corp. You know, a little last minute errands." She grinned mischievously. "I shouldn't be too late, just gotta pick up my acoustic."

Gohan sighed. His daughter was now all grown up at the age of 19. A damn near genius if he said so himself; Pan graduated two years earlier than the rest of her class and this was her final year of college. "Just remember dinner is at…"

"Seven sharp, I know this dad."

"I know, it's just been a long time since we've been over to Bulma's. Just wanted to make sure you remembered." Gohan said as if something was missing, like he was longing something unreachable.

Pan rolled her eyes and put on her sunglasses. She started the engine, but it sounded as if thunder just engulfed the skies. "I love it when you purr." She grinned as she took off down the long dirt road that headed into town.

It had been nearly four years since she and her family had seen any one of their past friends whom they shared so many fond memories with and some not so fond. Gohan looked at Videl as if she held some sort of answer, but his eyes fell with disappointment.

"What's wrong honey?" Videl asked gingerly as she engulfed him in a warm hug with no signs of releasing him until he answered her.

Gohan sighed once more, "Pan." He said stiffly. "She's not a kid anymore."

"Come on, we both knew this day was coming from the minute we first laid eyes on her. She's gonna grow up and never stop." Videl laughed.

"No, I mean, one day I'm gonna led her down an isle and give her a way. I don't think I'm ready for that kind of commitment."

"What on Kami's green Earth are you talking about mister?" Videl choked out, trying not to laugh. "She's not even dating anyone and she made it quite clear last week at dinner with Chichi that she's not planning on getting married any time soon. I believe her exact phrase was, 'I'm not going to tie myself down and start popping out kids and have cooking as my one and only hobby! I still have the world to see!' Remember that Gohan?" Videl asked humorously.

"I guess so." Gohan said defeated.

"But if it makes you feel any better," Videl started happily, "We might be having another little daughter for you to worry about, or a son." She announced, her voice screaming with glee.

"What?!" Gohan asked off guard. He looked at his wife deeply in the eyes and found what he had been looking for. "You're serious?" he asked a little awkwardly. Videl nodded. "That's great!" he almost yelled as he swung his wife around, secured in the safety of his gentle yet powerful grip.

"Come on." Videl mused, levitated slightly off the ground after he had released her. "I believe we have people to make jealous." She grinned as she took off towards CCHQ. Gohan followed shortly afterwards after the initial shock wore off.

Pan grinned as she place her favorite CD in her stereo system, 'Rage against the Machine; Battle of Los Angeles' and turned the volume and bass up to their max. She speed through the damp alleyways to avoid traffic jams, she nearly hit a homeless man who was laying in the middle of the alley. She stopped and got out of the van, thinking maybe he was already dead.

"Sir, are you alright?" She asked walking up the man and rolling him over onto his back. She immediately wished she hadn't, because his entire front side was gone; almost as if he were cut into two. Pan nearly gagged as the nausea became more noticeable in the pits of her stomach, but she forced herself to inspect him more thoroughly.

"W-w-what the h-hell." She stammered. It seemed as though his body wasn't cut in half after all, but almost as if he was attacked by ki blasts. His entire front side seemed as though it were severely burned, well what was left of his front side. The smell was becoming rather unbearable, she decided that this man must've been here a while cause the smell he was giving off wasn't a pleasant fragrance to say the least.

Pan stumbled back to her van and pulled out her cell phone from her backpack and dialed 911. "Hello? Yes, I'd like to report a dead body. Yes, I'll hold." She said into the phone. After what seemed like five minutes, she started humming to herself when the operator came back. "Oh, I thought you'd never come back." She said irritably. "Well, I'm in an alley on 'Third and Pine.' I can't explain it, it's like he was burned in half." She said awed. "No ma'am, this isn't a crank call, I can assure that. Yes, thank you, I'll still be here." Pan said hopelessly as a delivery truck pulled up behind her van. She didn't want to disturb the dead man's crime scene any further, so she was blocked in.

After about two minutes something occurred to her. 'This isn't something anything human could've done.' She thought suspiciously. Pan pulled out her camera and took some pictures of the dead man. Once the police arrived, Pan explained how she had found him laying on his back and why she turned him over.

"Miss. Son, we'll be in contact if we have any further questions. Have a nice day." The police officer said professionally before heading to his squad car. She watched as the emergency response crew zipped him into a body bag and put him in the back of their van. She sighed a little sadly as she climbed into her own. It always bothered her when a life of an innocent was taken by a self-righteous idiot, 'or was he?' she thought as she parked in front of the music store.

"Pan! What's up!" Greeted the store clerk. He was no older than Pan, his appearance was no less than your average punk rocker. He was tall, but built and wore a torn black tee-shirt with dinghy blue jeans with an assortment of wholes. His tongue and eyebrow was pierced and he wore hemp jewelry around his neck.

Pan smiled, "You look nice today." She greeted.

"As you do as always." He commented.

Pan was wearing a pair of dark blue, nylon pants that looked as they were about to fall off; they were baggy and exposed a bit of her underwear; obviously thongs. She was wearing a black wife beater, fit for a women's wearing that had the words, 'Poisonous' in red lettering. Her fell freely to her mid back. She had about five earrings in each ear, an eyebrow ring and she too had her tongue pierced.

"Is my acoustic ready yet Bryant?" Pan asked a little depressed.

"Sure, I'll be right back." He responded. It seemed as though he just dropped out of view and within seconds he jumped back up holding the guitar. "Tuned and everything, no charge to my favorite ex-girlfriend." He said happily. "What's wrong you seem a little distracted today.

"It's nothing," she lied. "Okay, I found a dead man today. It was like, like he was burned in half or something twisted like that."

"Really?" Byant asked his voice obviously impressed. "Get any pictures?"

"Oddly enough, I did." Pan answered, "But I gotta run, I'll show them to you next time, I'm hella late!" she said running out the door. She glanced at her watch that read '7:05.' "Damn it!" She yelled inwardly as she capsulized her van and flew to Capsule Corp. When she got there, the welcome was anything but warm.

"Where in Kami's name have you been?" Gohan asked in a forced hush voice.

"Do you have consideration for the people that care about you?!" Chichi started loudly. "You couldn't imagine how worried I was, for all I knew you could've been…"

"Grandma," Pan interrupted humorously; something no one did, ever. "I'm a big girl I can take care of myself."

"Then why haven't you settled down yet, running around with those hoodlums! One will start to wonder…I swear, young people today." Chichi started again.

"Grandma, I wasn't doing anything illegal alright, I just kind of…" her voice trailed off as she strapped her guitar to the back of her chair and sat down.

"We're listening." Goten smirked.

Pan shot him a bitter looked, "I got stuck between a dead man and a delivery truck in an alley on 'Third and Pine' alright. It was weird, I would go into details, but some of you…" she looked at Chichi directly, "don't have strong stomachs." She said emotionless as she crossed her arms. "I had to wait half an hour for the police to come, it was very irritating." She finished.

Goten laughed, "Good story Pan. So who were you with, that loser from the guitar shop?"

"You don't beleive me?" she asked with a broad smile and mischief in her eyes. She took out about five Polaroid's and tossed them at her uncle. She grinned even wider as his face turned green and had to excuse himself from the table. "I don't lie." She added, before acknowledging anyone else in the room. "Hello everyone. Nice to see you all again." She greeted with a nod.

Chichi, curious as to what would make a strong sayain sick to his stomach, looked over to the fallen photographs on the floor. She promptly fainted, Pan sighed as she went to collect the photos. "Maybe one day, people will start taking my seriously." She said under her breath. Gohan was helping his mother back in her chair and looked over at the photos.

"Looks serious." He noted.

"At first I thought he was cut in half by some twisted sicko, but on further inspection; if you look the flaps of skin, you can see distinguished ki burns. This man wasn't killed by an average human." Pan said smartly to her father as she sat back down.

Bulma, as if skeptical, took the photos, "I don't see it. Looks more like he was partily dissolved in flesh eating acid." She said in a tone that meant she knew she was right.

"No Bulma, I'm pretty sure it was ki blasts that killed this man. I've seen my share of ki burns and you of all people should know that when something is burn with acid it doesn't stop. I mean look at him, the murderer would've had to use a whole hell of a lot of acid to dissolve his entire front side and when acid is used in large amounts, there's stopping it."

"But..." Bulma started.

"But who am I to correct a genius?" Pan grinned. "After all, I'm in your home, eating you food and I mean no disrespect."

Bulma sighed as she handed Pan her photos back, "You're right." Bulma said under her breath, but loud enough for all the sayains to hear as bright as day. An uncomfortable silence came over the table after this. Krillin shifter uneasily as Trunks eyed his mother wide eyed, Vegeta had an almost victorious smirk while Yamcha stared at his food.

"I'm pregnant again!" Videl said suddenly as an icebreaker.

For the remainder of dinner, Videl and Gohan was showered with congratulations and tips for diaper rash and so on and so forth. Pan, having finished her plate, escaped from the table, taking her guitar and headed out the back.

Vegeta, who had done the same thing, was already out in the backyard, meditating peacefully in the corner of the yard.

Pan sat on the edge of balcony, away from the chatter of the people inside, away from the cluttered mess of body parts hugging each other and laughing gleefully, away from the things she had tried to stay as far away as possible. She tuned her guitar and started playing one of her favorite songs. It had a soft rhythm, Vegeta was about to protest after being jerked from his meditation to listen to some sort of music, but stopped himself before Pan started to sing the lyrics.

So, so you think you can tell

Heaven from Hell,

Blue skys from pain.

Can you tell a green field

From a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade

Your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange

A walk on part in the war

For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We're just two lost souls

Swimming in a fish bowl,

Year after year,

Running over the same old ground.

What have we found?

The same old fears.

Wish you were here.

Vegeta still sat in the corner of the yard, half annoyed that he was disturbed and half mesmerized by the song. Her voice was graceful and the lyrics were strong and powerful and sounded somewhat sad. He couldn't help but stare, 'Is this the same brat that my brat had once babysat?' he thought. 'She's different, almost mature.' He thought bitterly. 'I'd never seen Bulma's face light up like that before, probably never publicly corrected before.'

Pan couldn't help but notice the way Vegeta was looking at her, almost as if he had smoked too much pot in a short amount of time or something. "Like the song?" she asked quietly, but she knew he heard her.

Vegeta stood and started walking over to her. "You disturbed my meditation." He stated grimly.

"I know," Pan grinned, "but I asked if you liked the song, not how are you?" she said stubbornly.

Vegeta scowled as crossed his arms, "It was acceptable." He lied. Deep down he loved it, he was just too stubborn to admit it. Pan grinned, knowing what he really felt. "hold on." She smirked as she jumped off the edge and threw her capsule to the ground, her van in the middle of the yard. She opened the back doors and climbed in, but quickly returned holding a thin, plastic case and handed it to Vegeta.

"It's a CD, 'Pink Floyd, P.U.L.S.E.' one of my favorites." Pan stated as she sat on the rear bumper. 

"I don't need a, ah, CD." He stated.

"I don't need it either, it's just a copy. Thought maybe you'd want something to listen after everyone's drunk and singing horribly during karaoke." She grinned. "I don't Bulma's gonna want you outside all night." She snickered. She pulled a large black hooded sweatshirt out from an over head compartment and pulled it over her head.

Vegeta looked lost of words and almost as if Pan knew what he was thinking she handed him a portable CD player with headphones. He scowl cross is face, but Pan could barely make out what seemed to be a light smirk in the making.

"That man you found, you said a ki blast killed him." Vegeta mentioned.

"Yeah, I didn't want to say anything at dinner, but I'm pretty sure it was a single ki blast. The pattern of his burnt flesh seemed to be continuous as if it were a pulsing attack, not multiple weak attacks that slightly above average humans," she said 'human' in a stiff tone, "can muster. I reckon a ki more powerful than Krillin's." Pan stated while pointing out the burnt flesh to Vegeta.

"Hmm…" he studied the picture intently, "Defiantly not human." He agreed, "I'll be keeping this." He demanded.

"Do as you wish." Pan said gruffly. She climbed in through the back of the van and seated her self on the driver side. She pulled the Van to the side of the house, "Do me a favor, if anyone comes out looking for me, I'm busy." She ordered as she shut herself in the van and closed the curtains. She found a comfortable spot on one of her purple, crushed velvet beanbags and grabbed her guitar.

Inside…

"Did you see what she was wearing?" Bura asked as if it were the juiciest bit of gossip she had in a long time. "You could totally tell she was wearing a thong."

"Probably not innocent little Panny-Chan we once knew and loved, she seems different." Marron stated.

"I didn't see anything wrong with her." Uubu stated innocently. .

"Hey now." Goten bluntly interrupted. "That's my neice, I don't care how she dresses, she's still my Panny."

"I kind of liked her outfit." Parseu admitted. (Author's Note: I'm not 100 percent sure how to spell her name.)

"Since she's still good old Panny-Chan, then I guess she wouldn't mind us playing our old favorite game." Trunks snickered.

"You mean," Goten started with an evil glint in his eyes, "Flip the Pan." Trunks and Goten shuffled outside with an added spring in their step. They turned the corner to where her van was and hurriedly sung open the doors and pulled her out. "Time to play." Goten laughed as he tossed her across the yard to Trunks. Vegeta stopped meditating to watch.

In an instant, Pan powered up to SSJ2 and sent two ki blast to the unsuspecting perpetrators who invaded her peaceful little bubble of space. Goten and Trunks, not expecting this little attack, were hit dead on. Both were sent to the farthest reaches of the yard and came to a skidding halt, Trunks in the flower garden, Goten planted firmly against the wall.

Pan slowly levitated to the ground, she popped her neck by slightly tilting it over and back with tension. She clutched her fists and a look of pure agitation plated all over her face; her eyebrows were furrowed, her lips pursed into crooks, her chocolate eyes screaming with anger.

"You wanna play toss the Pan do you?" She asked pure of emotions.

Bura and Marron stepped back inside and resided by a window while Uubu watched with interest. Goten and Trunks slowly got to their feet. "H-how d-did y-you g-g-get so strong?" Trunks asked with sheer amazement.

"That doesn't concern you." Pan said gruffly. "You wanted to play, so lets play. It'll be just like old times." She said bitterly.

"Both of us?" Goten asked humorously.

"What's wrong, afraid of a little Panny are ya?" She asked even more bitterly than before.

* Flashback *

A seven-year-old girl stood in the backyard of Capsule Corp. training furious to escape the wrath of the women who insisted on pinching her cheeks. Trunks and Goten had come out back, both with gigantic grins on their faces.

"Hey Pan! Wanna play a game?" Trunks called from across the yard.

"It's really fun, I think we'll enjoy it." Goten added.

"Sure what's it called?" Pan asked as she walked up to them.

Goten grabbed her around the shoulders and tossed her into the air, "It's called Toss the Pan!"

Trunks caught her a flew to the other end of the yard and threw her back to Goten. Pan tried to escape their game, but they were too strong, too fast. She almost wanted to cry, but wouldn't allow it, not in front the people that she wanted to be like. She tried to fight back, but was countered every time.

"Come one, you're just little Panny, you're no match for the two of us." Goten stated humorously.  

They continued their game for what seemed like an eternity to Pan until Goku came out of the House and caught Pan in mid toss. He set her on the ground and gave the two boys looks that could kill. Vegeta went back inside the Gravity Room. Bura, Marron and Uubu all got a good laugh out of how Goku was babying her. Pan looked around once more, her eyes threatening to spat out tears at any moment, she ran to the side of the house and took off towards her house.

* End Flashback *

"Have it your way." Trunks laughed.

"You've picked your own poison Pan." Goten chuckled as the two-headed full speed towards her.

Pan sighed and shook her head. She didn't start a counter or any sort of defense to defend herself. Trunks had been the first to reach her, she appeared behind him, gave a quick chuckle before sending a quick, fairly weak Kamaheha into his back which sent him hurdling into Goten, knocking them both into the ground. They landed in a tangle of body parts. Pan laughed from her spot twenty feet in the air.

"Ght ukl fuht urts me kouth!" Trunks yelled trying to free himself. (Roughly translated to, "Get your foot outta my mouth!")

"Come on guys! I could get a better work out from Marron!" Pan yelled humorously to the ground. She clutched her fists at remembering how embarrassed they had made her in the pasts, with all the practical jokes they played on her in the past. Before they got a chance to free themselves, Pan started her next attack. "Hurry up! I'm getting impatient with you!" she yelled.

Trunks on the verge of getting away from Goten and vise versa when they heard it, the fateful scream that doomed them to unconsciousness. "Final Flash!" she yelled furiously, uncrossing her arms and sending the attack towards the two. Vegeta shielded his eyes and Pan grunted a little. She checked their kis and knew they're be alright in an hour or two. "Don't ever play Toss the Pan again!" she said angrily to the two motionless forms on the lawn before heading back to her van on the side of the house.

A/N: Alright, I admit, Pan going SSJ2 is a bit extreme, but there's a rational explanation for everything, right? So Things will happen in the next chapter to explain some of the other stuff. Hit me with questions, comments, flames, or suggestions. I'm always open for improvement. I know they're about a hundred or so grammatical errors in this chapter, but I'm too damn tired and lazy to proof read it again. See ya next chapter!

A/N2: I just brought this over from my other account that I really didn't like and returned to this one. Does anyone know how to deactivate accounts? Later!