A/N: I know, I know, another story, and I am sorry for starting another one without completing my Twilight ones, but I couldn't help it. My creative side was just screaming at me to make another DBZ fic, so alas, here I am, another one on its way. I hope you all like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the DBZ or DBGT characters, if I did, I would be filthy stinkin' rich and wouldn't have to be looking for a summer job, but alas, I am up for employment.

Category: Anime: Dragonball Z

Genre: Romance/Drama/Action/Adventure

Rating: PG-13

Summary:

Last Fighters
by: All American Tomboy
Chapter One: Engagement Blowup

"Pan? Pan?" a voice echoed, calling her name over and over again as she slowly drifted out of her dreamland haze.

"Huh?" the quarter Saiyan asked, shaking her head as a sea of black locks framed her lovely face, bringing out the dark coal of her eyes.

"I swear, if you would just get your head out of the clouds," Megumi complained, her light blue eyes troubled, and her mouth set into a pouting frown.

Megumi was probably the nicest person in the entire school, a sweetheart, in Pan's opinion, always looking out for others rather than herself. She had brown wavy hair, with a red tinge towards the ends that was completely natural, unlike some of the hair fashions worn by their peers. Crystal blue eyes that always shown with life and clarity, happy no matter what the situation presented her with. It was days like this, that she didn't know what she would do without the young woman.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" Pan asked; it was lunch, and currently she hadn't touched a thing on her plate, which was quite unusual with her appetite.

"I was saying, that if you'd like, I'm having a party tonight, and wanted you to come," she stated, biting her lips unconsciously. "I mean, most of them probably will be my cousins, but they're all really nice, and the only ones coming are our age or slightly above. It could be fun, and its not like you're related to the m, so it shouldn't be too bad. And maybe you'll meet a guy..." at that point, the young Saiyan had immediately placed her hand over the rambling girl's mouth.

"Listen, thanks Megumi, but I can't," Pan stated, releasing her friend so she could breath properly once more. "I have a thing."

"A thing?" Megumi questioned, raising a perfectly arched brow, her usually clear blue eyes clouding over, her face turning in on itself. "I see."

"No, no, its not like that. I'd come if I could, but well, its another party by the Briefs, and I can't get out of those," she answered, sighing as she slumped back into her chair, her stomach churning even as she thought about it.

"Oh, okay, well, I guess then I'll just have to entertain them alone. So, its gonna be another one of those nights, huh?" said Megumi, her hand reaching over the table to touch her friend's in understanding.

"Yeah, I can't wait," Pan stated, sarcasm lacing every syllable as the bitter taste of hatred welled up in the back of her throat.

"Listen, maybe it won't be that bad. I mean, you're pretty much got it down to routine, haven't you?" the mortal went on, trying to lighten the darkening mood as much as possible.

"Yeah, almost. I go, pretend I'm having a wonderful time, me and Bra ignore each other, others are completely oblivious, I eat, then pretend to be tired and go home. That sounds right," Pan ranted, fuming at the thought of anther dull night played out before her eyes.

"Yeah," Megumi whispered, slumping in her seat, knowing fully that the good conversation she had tried to start, was officially over.

Sighing heavily, Pan groaned inwardly, unable to remove her mind from the depressing thoughts that had plagued her since early that morning. What was she going to do? Why did Bulma keep planning these things? Was she purposefully trying to torture her? No, she knew that was unfair, Bulma had no idea the great hostility that had formed between her daughter and Pan, nor did any one else in the family. Well, except for maybe Piccolo, but did that really count? He wasn't particularly part of the family, though he might as well have been. Things were just too complicated.

Rising as the bell rang, Pan dumped her tray, knowing that the upcoming classes would pass by all too soon in her opinion, which was definitely a first. Sitting at her normal desk in the back of the room, she waited for the lecture to begin. Professor Takeda walked in the room then, a wide grin spreading across his wide chubby face as the large mustache spread wide over his upper lip. Small brown beady eyes gleamed as wrinkles formed at the corners, while spectacles without rims sat on the bridge of his too short nose. Thin gray hair lined the side of his skull, leaving a large bare spot on his shining head for the overhead light to gleam upon.

Large handwritten sentences lined the chalkboard, an elegant scrawl to his handwriting that was rare to find in this time era. Most everyone were hunched over their desks, scribbling furiously over their notepads, hoping to gain all the knowledge possible for the upcoming test. As for Pan, she wasn't worried, there was one good thing about having an overly intelligent father, he made his daughter read all the classics early on. So, when literature came about, it was pretty much a free period.

Looking at the large framed glasses perched on the small blonde to her right, who's face was about touching her paper, Pan felt a moment of empathy for the poor students. Here they were, struggling as best as they could to keep up their top grades to impress the colleges for the future they so desired. As for herself, everything was planned, she wouldn't have to worry about a single thing. Bulma, being the kind woman that she was, and through the stern force of Vegeta who stated over and over again that he would not loose his last pupil, had already been selected a place at Capsule Corps. Unlike most people who would be trembling at the thought, she found it relatively dull and worthless, she had hung around the large structure for such a long time, she had already gotten used to all of the happenings there.

Finally as the last bell rang, Pan left the building, her mood growing gloomier and gloomier with each step she took down the long path. She could already see the overly exuberant Bulma hugging her mercilessly til she lost all color and keeled over completely. Chuckling at her own inside joke, the young woman slipped away from the crowd of students rushing to the parking lot, the busses, or to the sidewalks winding through the large city. How she envied them at this moment, able to walk off to what would be a welcoming homecoming, while she ran off to her home to let her mother pamper herself til she felt like an overly done clown.

The Son residence of Gohan and Videl, along with their only daughter, was nestled safely away from the view of all other members of the bustling city. Hidden amongst trees of the tallest stature, the small quaint home was a true sight to behold. Smoke billowed out of the chimney, a warm fire burning inside to push away the autumn chill. A small porch framed the front door, a solid structure that welcomed everyone from far and wide.

"Mom, I'm home!" Pan called, throwing her backpack down on the floor and kicking off her shoes, the scent of baking cookies hitting her nose hard.

"Pan-chan?" Videl called back, poking her head out from around the corner in curiosity, her nose scrunching up and a strange look passing over her.

"Who'd you expect?" the quarter Saiyan retorted, slipping onto one of the many stools in the kitchen, watching her mother work over some of the many dishes she was preparing for tonight's party.

"Well, I was expecting Chi Chi, Marron, and Eighteen," Videl answered, wiping her forehead with her apron before turning to her daughter.

"Marron and Eighteen?" Pan questioned, now why would they be coming over? Usually Chi Chi was the only one that came by, but why them?

"Yes, Marron and Eighteen, apparently Marron wants our help in getting ready for tonight, I have no idea why though," Videl visited, cracking open a few eggs and then throwing the shells in the nearby trash can.

"Okay, whatever, where's dad?" Pan asked, jumping down from her perch, already heading to the library downstairs, that's where he was most of the time.

"Downstairs," Videl said, turning with her hands on her hips. "Goku and the rest of the fighters are down there too."

Smiling, Pan started to leave, happiness leaping through her veins at the thought of seeing her beloved grandfather, she loved that goof ball. "Now, Pan, don't make yourself a nuisance." Videl ordered.

"I won't mom, promise," Pan replied, turning to leave, rolling her eyes as she went, she hated being the youngest of the Z-Fighters' legacy, she was eighteen, it wasn't as if she went off randomly and through tantrums.

Walking quietly down the stairs, she pulled off her bandana, running her fingers through the long strands. Another one of her mother and grandmother's many requirements, long hair. Why in the world did anyone want long hair? It got in her face all the time, and she constantly had to tie it back when she went to train. That was a whole other issue altogether though, both Gohan and Videl were against her fighting, they seemed perfectly fine with once they were older and unable to protect Earth anymore, to let it go unprotected. Well, she didn't like it, why would she want the Earth to fall prey to evil aliens?

"Hey, dad!" Pan chirped, walking in to greet her father, waving at the others who nodded at her entrance, at least some of them approved of her choices.

"Pan-chan," Gohan greeted, standing to hug his daughter like he did every time she came home from something, it was kind of embarrassing though. "Did you pass your Calculus test?"

"I don't know dad," Pan sighed, was this all he ever thought about? If she hadn't heard millions of times about her father's legacy from multiple people, and seen some of his fighting when against Baby, she would have never believed it. He was a total nerd now. "Remember dad, I just took it today."

"I know, dear," he said, patting her on the head and dismissing her with a wave of his hand, gritting her teeth she walked out, smiling warmly and holding in her laughter at the faces that her grandfather was making at his eldest son.

Walking out of the room, Pan returned upstairs, bothered at being kicked out. Why in the world was she being separated from them all of a sudden? And where was Goten and Trunks? When Videl had said that they were all there, she had only assumed the entire Z-Team was there, but the two youngest members were very much missing.

"I told you not to bother them," Videl called as her daughter entered the kitchen again, the mood around the young girl a lot more sullen than before.

"Yeah, I know," Pan grumbled, scowling at the world outside, ignoring everything going on around her, the whole thing was just irking her.

Sitting there, the wind blowing outside, the sun shining, Pan let her temper cool, taking in the sweet sounds of her home. She loved this world, the haven away from the bustling city that was only a few minute flight away, the noise and stench of such a place was often overpowering. If only Megumi could see the wonderful world her home offered, but that girl hated anything to do with nature and bugs.

"Pan, would you get that?" Videl asked, not realizing her daughter was no where near reality. "Pan, would you get that? Pan? Pan? Oh never mind!"

Tilting back on her chair, she twisted her hands in the plaid skirt she wore, having forgotten that she still wore her school uniform. Sighing, she removed her hands, wishing she could rip the stupid thing to shreds, why her parents didn't want her to go to a normal public school was beyond her. They didn't have to where stupid mini-skirts and dumb long sleeved shirts there. They didn't have to look like slutty nuns!

"Hey, Pan!" Marron screeched, efficiently waking Pan from her thoughts, and thus frightening said girl to falling off her chair and onto the floor.

"Hi, Marron," Pan sighed, her legs still on the stool and her back on the floor, with her hair sprawled out around her, she was sure she looked quite a sight.

"Pan," Eighteen greeted, staring at her momentarily before dawning an apron and setting to work, a rather strange look if you asked Pan's opinion.

"Eighteen," Pan returned, struggling to right herself before anyone else got a good look up her skirt, mainly any of the males of the household.

"Well, well, Pan, how nice it is to see you again," a voice sweetly sneered, oh yes, its very possible, though Pan wasn't sure exactly how she managed it.

"Yes, I agree, Bra," Pan said, hoping her smile was halfway convincing, it sure didn't feel anywhere close to looking real anyways.

Surprisingly, everyone showed up here, why, was what was bothering Pan mostly. Why was everyone showing up here? Why wasn't Bulma home working on the party preparations? And why was she getting a very weird vibe from beneath her feet? From her sensei and grandfather no less, they never were beyond her understanding.

Shaking her head, Pan walked upstairs, opening her door and getting as far away from the gossiping women as she possibly could. She never could understand them, always with scornful words one moment, to praises the next. Many times they complained about their mates or men in their lives at the moment, what they should do, what they did do, what they didn't do, and the worst of it all, the more intimate parts of their lives.

Shaking her head, she could only imagine the conversation at the moment. Usually, if the more private matters were to be discussed, they would break off into groups, more appropriate age groups: Chi Chi and Bulma; Videl and Eighteen; Bra and Marron. Megumi had tried discussing those things with her once, but was soon discarded, how those women could talk about those things was strength in itself.

Slipping into a pair of jeans and a simple shirt, Pan slipped downstairs once more, grabbing a soda as she went. The sweet aroma from before had doubled tenfold, filling the small home to the brink with its glorious aroma. She loved her family, more than many people her age would ever admit, but these people were the only ones anywhere that she could actually be herself around, she was Saiyan after all.

"Hey mom, I'm off," Pan announced, grabbing an apple as she prepared to fly off the back deck, ready to work of some tension, hopefully Vegeta would come by.

"Oh, no you don't," Videl hissed, grabbing her daughter by the back of her shirt and pulled her away from such a temptation.

"Mom!" Pan whined, turning large dark eyes to her mother, she couldn't possibly say no the puppy dog eyes, right?

"No, Pan, you'll just get dirty," Videl finalized, returning to her baking as her daughter did a very childish face at her back.

Sighing, the young woman headed back downstairs, fully intent to drown her sorrows in the wonderful invention known as television.

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"Hey, Pan," a voice called, fully awaking his niece from her boredom induced sleep, a very scary sight, mouth wide open and drool running.

"Huh? What you doin' here?" Pan mumbled, stretching as she tried to rub the heaviness out of her eyes, which wasn't working all that well.

"I don't know, we were told to get over here," Goten said, shrugging his shoulders as if them being excluded from a meeting happened everyday.

"You guys didn't just skip this one?" Pan asked, pointing towards the closed door that refused to let any eavesdroppers hear, she tried.

"Na, didn't even know it was going on," Trunks answered, running a hand through his lavender hair, his mouth opening wide as a loud yawn came out.

"That's strange," Pan commented, watching as the boys walked through the door and shut it firmly behind them, they didn't want her hearing either. Damn them.

Sighing, Pan went back to her earlier entertainment, channel surfing, if it was a real sport she would be able to conquer all, of course, being part Saiyan helped. Scowling as soap opera, and drama shows, came on again and again, the curiosity of said girl grew stronger. Looking at the door, she felt the hairs on her arms rise in alarm, the power floating freely enough to put her on edge immediately. What could possibly be causing so much stress in there?

Turning the large screen off, she threw the remote down, fully intent on sleeping the rest of her time away, if only she could do this tonight at the party. The sweet smell of cakes wafted down, her stomach growling as the force of the scent hit her fully. Groaning, Pan rolled onto her side, knowing that she would not be allowed any little snack like that, not with those women up there anyways. They were crazy about eating proper meals, something she would never understand.

"WHAT?!" Vegeta's voice carried through the door no problem this time, causing his student to screech very unladylike and fall on her back once more.

Moaning at the bruise that would surely be forming, the young female looked at the door in surprise, or rather, what was left of the door. A very red faced, and charged up, Saiyan prince stood in the midst of the rubble, his muscles bulging and a very large vein throbbing in his neck. Goku, whom stood directly behind him, did not look anywhere close to being in a good mood either, what happened now?

"What are you doing?" a deep voice asked, Pan jerked her head to look into Piccolo's steady gaze, grinning cheekily in response.

"Well, I was trying to take a nap," she answered, sitting up slowly and rubbing the back of her head that had come into contact with the small coffee table in front of the sofa.

Turning to the raging Saiyan once more, Pan quickly stepped back as the auras of the two full blooded grew in intensity. Their hair had long since gone yellow, their eyes turning an eery blue/green that had her yearning more and more to transform. These men were the true descendants of a race once so powerful that they made the entire universe tremble in fear.

"You idiot!" Vegeta raged, throwing a vase at his surprised son, well this was definitely interesting.

"What'd I do father?" Trunks asked, ducking the flying object that missed his head by only a few inches.

"Vegeta, calm down," Gohan reasoned, he could just feel his house quaking under the power, his precious belongings falling to pieces.

"Shut up, boy," Vegeta snarled, turning his icy gaze onto the younger man, Pan felt fear for her father, that was not one glare she would want to be directed at her.

"Vegata!" Bulma screeched, bouncing down the stairs as the commotion finally reached the gossiping women up in the kitchen. "What is your problem?"

"Your son has screwed everything up," Vegeta answered, somewhat calming as he went to his mate, wrapping one of his arms around her waist possessively.

"What did he do?" Bulma continued, holding the hand on her waist, and smiling warmly, if it was one thing she had learned over the years was how to handle her man.

"He is engaged to that blonde thing," Vegeta raged, his aura flaring once again, the muscles bulging in his arms once again.

"Wait, wait," Pan cut in, her mouth opened wide, "you're getting married to Marron, since when? Why didn't you tell me?"

"He did it last night, you were not supposed to end up with her!" Vegeta answered.

"Congrats! When is it?" Pan laughed, bouncing as she crossed her legs.

"Shut up, brat!" Vegeta yelled again, turning on her this time, what did she do?

"What did I do?" Pan whined, leaning as far back into the couch as she could, that was one scary man when he wanted to be.

"He was not supposed to end up with that human!" Vegeta said, turning the full force of his gaze onto the very bewildered demi-Saiyans.

"Grandpa, what's Vegeta going on about?" Pan asked, turning to her still slightly upset grandfather, his aura though drastically cooled.

"Vegeta had planned since your birth Pan, which I agreed with, that we wanted to prevent Saiyan blood being diluted as much as possible," Goku explained, sitting himself down by his granddaughter.

"So, those two decided that Goten would someday mate himself to Bra, which has worked out pretty well," Piccolo continued, his deep voice chilling the teen woman slightly. "However, their trouble has been with him, and of course, you."

A silence seemed to stretch out for hours, as Pan stared wide at the Namekian before her, what were they saying, her, end up with Trunks? Yeah right, like that was ever going to happen, he was thirty-two years old and she was eighteen, that was so never going to happen. They were more like siblings, or perhaps uncle and niece, very similar to Goten and herself, there could never be anything like that between them.

"Are you guys on crack?" Pan asked, it wasn't the best line she ever said, nor the smartest, but at the moment, it was the only sane thing that came to mind.

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Pan sat moodily by herself as the festivities of the party were in full swing, she had already ate herself full and had no desire to get up and dance like a maniac in front of everyone. So once again, she found herself alone and bored out of her mind. Though that was much preferable to the earlier happenings at her house; apparently, Vegeta didn't take very well to being asked if he was on drugs.

After her rather weird outburst, Vegeta had snapped and pretty much blew a whole through their house wall, needless to say, they'd be staying at her grandparents' house for awhile. She already knew she would come to regret her words by the next training session, she had no idea how she was going to hide this from her parents. And by the heavy set of eyes that kept glaring into her back, the next beating was going to be very, very soon.

Trunks and her had yet to even look at one another, the entire situation had been way to embarrassing for either one of them. Why her grandpa and sensei had thought they'd end up with one another was beyond her! There had never been any indication on either of their parts that they liked one another, so what led those other two to think otherwise? Was it because she liked to hang out with h im? Well, he and her uncle were the youngest males, who else was she supposed to do things with? Bra? Marron? Yeah right.

Sighing, Pan turned her stare to her grandmother, who, after seeing the aftermath of all the hotheaded men downstairs, and quickly grabbed her skillet and preceded to beat them senseless. Goku had got the worse, receiving multiple bruising from his rather irate mate. Pan had never been more glad to be invisible, she did not want to be victim to one of her grandmother's freak outs.

"Hey, Pan," Marron greeted, pulling up a chair beside her friend.

"Hey," Pan returned, sighing as she pulled herself out of her own musings, damn it, she was just getting to the good parts.

"So, Pan, about earlier...," Marron began, biting her lip as she turned worked eyes onto the younger girl, what could possibly being going through her head? "You, don't, really have feelings for Trunks do you? I mean, I don't want to hurt our friendship, but I love him so much, and..."

"Woah, Marron, calm down, I do not have feelings for Trunks," Pan said, placing a firm hand on the other girls' shoulder. "That's just gross in my opinion, he's all your's."

A large smile broke out across the blonde's face, her gleaming eyes shining with unshed tears. She pulled Pan into a hug, her arms quickly cutting off the flow of air to the quarter Saiyan. Coughing, and pulling away, Pan straightened her shirt, mumbling about stupid blondes and their emotions.

"Thanks, Pan, you don't know what a relief it is to hear you say that," Marron cheered, standing immediately to go find her fiancé, most likely.

"Whatever," Pan grumbled, still upset at being hugged so violently by an overexcited twenty-three year old, didn't she ever grow up?

Pan once more sat back, watching the party at his highest point, the guests still coherent enough that they could hold a semi-intelligent conversation, yet still drunk enough to not be aware of their actions. Many of the ones invited she didn't actually know, most were associates of Bulma's who she needed to make business deals with. That's mainly what the parties were for, to make a good impression on all the corporate millionaires and get them liquored up enough to agree with anything.

Looking at the large machine in the center of the mayhem, Pan wondered idly what it did. Bulma had come up with many different odd inventions over the years, but this so far was the strangest. It really didn't look like it did much of anything to be honest, it was just a small, square, steel cube with a lens on one of the sides. Not very impressive if you asked her, but then again, she didn't have any idea what it was supposed to do.

Stretching, Pan stood, making her way over to the object, her legs rejoicing in the movement after being stationary for so long. Placing her hands behind her back, the young woman circled the object, before stopping in front of the lens. There wasn't anything really to the thing, honestly, she'd thought it would be more impressive at a closer view than from farther away, and actually, it had the opposite it effect.

What had Bulma possibly come up with now that was so important? Usually, even the prototypes were worth looking at, but this, this was a laugh. Shaking her head, Pan stepped back, there was nothing at all really interesting about this piece of metal at all, and here she'd thought she would have a moment of time where she could at least pretend she was enjoying herself.

Looking up at a noise, Pan smiled warmly at some random drunk in his business suit, the wine glass in his hand halfway gone. It was really sad the way these people acted, didn't they at all care about their reputations? They were in the newspapers all the time, therefore, they should have been the ones most worried about it. Wasn't Bulma always yelling at Trunks for his wild ways just for those reasons? And Bra as well; there had been plenty of times that she had gone out partying and come home with her picture on the front page.

Smiling at the man, who seemed to be observing the same object as Pan, she went back to staring at it, unsure of what else to do. She wasn't tired by a long way, yet she didn't know how much longer she could stand just being inactive like she was. There was never anything that happened at these things that was ever worth talking about, so why have them?

Looking up, Pan was able, just in time, to watch as the man stumbled and fell towards the table with the invention on it. His wine glass flew from his hands, and shattered on the front lawn. Many things happened at once then, the man, whom had realized he was slipping, tried to correct himself in midair. His flailing arms shot out, trying to catch himself, and in the midst of all the haze, his arm hit directly atop the cube. Screams rose in the background, one she recognized as the scientist who invented the machine herself. At last, a humming started, it filled her senses and clouded her mind, filling her til there was nothing else. A searing hot beam shot from the lens, hitting her directly on.

The last thing she was aware of was a shot of electricity coursing through her veins, and the sense of falling, yet never hitting the ground.

A/N: I swore I was done with everything but Twilight, but here I am, writing DBZ once more. I have noticed the lack of this wonderful category, and can't let it continue. This was the first anime I ever watched, so it started me on everything, and therefore holds a special place in my heart. So, now I continue with my new story, the Last Fighters.

All American Tomboy