The Wind and The Moon
Chapter 1: The Party
Author's note: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters. This takes place after the hunt for the blackstar Dragonballs but the rest of DBGT never happened.
You should know the usual "talking", thoughts, etc.
He stood there like he always had since coming to earth; alone with arms crossed and a look that stated , "touch me and die." Only a few dared approach Vegeta. One was his rival Kakarot. The idiot didn't seem to get that the scowl meant, "go away, I don't want to hear your chipper voice," and not "I would love to talk to you." But approach Vegeta he always did and the prince began to wonder if they were friends now instead of rivals. I do tolerate him more, not that I would let him know, thought Vegeta.
Vegeta's children were two others. They were his heirs and thus were privileged to be in his company. Plus they were his children so he actually did love them, he just never said it, but they knew. Since they were very little Trunks and Bra learned that a look said a lot and that a gesture could say much more. Other people didn't notice but Vegeta told his children every day how much he loved them. Trunks would get a proud smirk when he performed a technique with flawless accuracy. Bra got pats on the head and a gentle smile when she would ask questions about the Saiyan heritage. It was the little ways he showed how he cared. Not many understood but they did not have to because they were not important to Vegeta. No one knew that it was actually Vegeta who asked Bulma to have his child. They had been actually talking about Gohan and how Hybrids were much more powerful. Bulma had been speaking of the science behind his power and Vegeta was speaking of blood. Vegeta had just blurted out that he had wanted a child for a few years now but there had never been time. Then he proceeded to ask Bulma if she would do the honors. She had said yes. Thus Trunks was born nearly a year later.
So Bulma was the only other who would willingly approach Vegeta. She was the mother of his children and one of a few Vegeta would call friend. Yes they were friends now. After Bra was conceived was the last time they had shared a bed, but not a home. Again Vegeta had asked if she would carry his baby, this time he said he wanted a girl. Bulma had been shocked that he would want a girl, but he insisted. Bulma had been pregnant during the entire Buu incident and the stress had been hard on her and the baby. Bra had been born two months early and nearly didn't survive. Vegeta had stayed by the little girl's side for nearly two weeks feeding her ki while she held his pinky in her tiny hand. She since then had grown into a beautiful daddy's girl. The Z gang liked to tease that Bra had Vegeta wrapped around her little finger and Vegeta never gave any reply because it had been and still is a fact.
Bulma and Vegeta's relationship had been a less than sturdy ground since Bra's birth. And so when she had asked him to talk they did. Bulma said she knew that the most important thing to him was training, but she wanted someone who would be there much more. She was lonely and asking him to change who he was to satisfy her need was selfish. Vegeta had been shocked by the talk. After 20 years together she wanted to just be friends and see other people. Not that it would be a problem, they had never gotten married and the kids were old enough to handle the split. Actually if it hadn't been for the kids the two would have split a long time ago. Vegeta may have had the urge to mate with Bulma but he had never gotten the urge to bond with her. He felt that it wouldn't have been right to trap her with him even though he enjoyed their verbal sparring and the good sex. He wanted to bond with a Saiyan more than any other race. He was contemplating making a wish for a Saiyan female just so he could bond even though he knew there already was one available. First he had to finish with Bulma and then he would contemplate Saiyan bonding.
It wasn't until Bra was ten that Bulma started to see another man and even then he was already part of the gang. Yamcha had been asking Bulma out since he had found out Vegeta wouldn't kill him for asking. She would say she wasn't ready but it would be ok if he hung out at Capsule Corporation (CC) more often then he already did. Bulma and Yamcha became friends again and then lovers, and now this party was being held for their engagement. Vegeta had been the one to ask Yamcha his intentions towards Bulma after the two had been dating for a several years. Yamcha had not stammered, but rather looked Vegeta in the eyes and stated, "I want to marry her." Vegeta had nodded and told him to do it soon or he may just take up with the woman again. Yamcha had asked Bulma that weekend while they were on vacation. She had said yes, obviously.
Now Vegeta had to stand at a party instead of being in the Gravity Room (GR) training. People that were not part of the gang were staring at him. He was the ex-lover and they wondered why he would be invited to this intimate affair. So he growled at them as they passed by. Earthlings still bothered him with their backward ways. He was the father of Bulma's children and until Yamcha officially was her husband Bulma was under Vegeta's protection. It was the only reason he was still living under the CC roof. After the ceremony in three months time he would be moving into his own complex some thirty minutes away. This was in flying time and in driving it would be about two hours away.
Bulma and Yamcha both had told Vegeta he was more than welcome to stay on at CC after the wedding but Vegeta said it would be better if he moved out. As a gift Bulma had gotten him land near a sizeable lake in the middle of nowhere. She had also given him a combination capsule home/GR. When she had shown him the spot he was moved and in front of Yamcha had hugged her and actually thanked her. Yamcha was shocked by both the hug and the fact that Vegeta would actually stay on Earth, but Vegeta had said, "this is my home now."
Vegeta was waiting for one person to show up so this party would get interesting. And no it is not Kakarot. It was the idiot's granddaughter Pan. She was turning 17 in two weeks; the age a female Saiyan becomes a woman. Vegeta wanted to see how the males would react to her scent. She was the first ΒΌ Saiyan to his knowledge and had matured a little earlier then a full blooded Saiyan would have. Vegeta figured it was her Human blood that did the maturing, since the average female hit puberty around 12 or 13 on Earth.
He had noticed her since she was born. He had to hold her for some stupid photo Bulma wanted to take. Vegeta had looked at the little baby in his arms and was taken aback at her forward stare. Pan had been looking straight and clear at him and she had smiled. Bulma had taken the picture just then and caught the soft look that had come to Vegeta's face with Pan's smile. To this day Bulma liked this picture of him the best but rarely showed it to anyone. She knew it would ruin his bad boy image.
He had been single and that smile made him wonder if she was born for him; after all she was the only female Saiyan not related to him. But she was a baby then and he had decided maybe she would be better off with Trunks. He had watched her grow up as a tomboy and marveled at her resilient nature to not hide her Saiyan natures. He mentored her and watched her, but always kept his distance because by Earth standards she was too young for him. He had still hoped she would attract Trunks but he would groaned whenever he say them together. Firstly it was that the thought of them together unsettled him and secondly they acted nothing like lovers would. Plus there was the fact that she may never attract his son. Trunks was into vain, pretty girls and considered the Son girl a friend and NOTHING more.
It was with the thought of how stupid his son was for ignoring the best female for him that the entire Son clan showed up. Kakarot had teleported them all into the ballroom. Vegeta looked at the wall clock; half past 9 pm. They always had to be late even though Kakarot could get them there on time.
Vegeta noticed Pan right off and was surprised by the pang of quick lust he felt at seeing her. Suddenly wanting to be the GR was not top on his mental list. The urge to go to her was overwhelming but he squashed the feeling.
Pan was anxious for the first time in her 16 almost 17 years. For most of her life, since she could dress herself, she has worn for comfort and easy movement and not what people thought a young rich girl should dress. Not only did her father marry into money but had his own inheritance from his grandfather, the Ox King. Videl's mother had left all her holdings to her only daughter for the day she married. The couple had had no idea about the inheritance until a week after they had been married. It wasn't needed because the Ox King had given them a vast fortune and property of their own on the day they married. He had told them that Gohan had been the heir to the Ox Kingdom since his birth and the decree had never changed.
So Pan was a Princess even if it wasn't published everywhere. The family was low key on the subject and also on the money; it come in handy when it came to buying food for the four Saiyans that lived under the same roof. Pan had been told on her 13 birthday that she was the heir to the Ox kingdom or rather her son would be. At the time she wasn't worried about or even interested in boys or mating. Vegeta had tried to explain to her awkwardly when she had asked him the difference between mating and bonding. She laughed remembering his stammering, after all she was not his daughter and the explaining should have been from Pan's own father. After his long winded explanation she told him all she wanted to do was train and get as strong as her Grandpa Goku or even Vegeta himself. He had smirked at that remark even though she put him second.
It was odd to her why she has gone to him over her father for that lesson, but she just did that sort of thing. Ever since she had been little she was drawn to the older Saiyan. He had always been a constant part of her life. Pan trusted Vegeta more than any one she knew and yet she was anxious when he was around. She noticed it the more she matured and then some when she hit puberty. She would not go spar or train with him as often and that made her want to see him all the more. She had to resist the urge to go to him and just be in his presence; to see his face and maybe a smile. It wasn't often Pan say him smile but the rare occasions she remembered and held dear.
But she didn't think it would work between them for three reasons. Firstly her dad was way too over protective and would think Vegeta was just out to hurt her. Secondly Vegeta was a lot older than her, but surprisingly that did not bother her. She had read many stories and history that said woman used to marry men sometimes three times older than them. Thirdly her grandpa Ox was hoping she would marry someone of this Planet who was royalty.
He was royalty too she remembered, but just not from Earth. Vegeta is the last Saiyan King. That would make one of her friends, Bra, a Princess like herself. It also meant that he might be persuaded to think of her as potential mating partner. Where did that come from? I do not think of Vegeta that way. DO I? The more she thought of it the more she realized that yes she wanted him to notice her as a woman, a potential mate. Maybe that is why Pan had agreed to the two days of torture all the Z gang women had put her through. Actually it was almost two weeks worth, but the last two days Pan had been in the most torture. It had all been done to gain his attention.
The torture had started after the Son family had received an invitation to the engagement party. The women were excited for a reason to dress up and the men were excited about the good food that would be served. Pan was leaning more to the men's idea of a good time until her mother approached her.
"Pan," Videl had asked.
"Yeah mom," Pan replied.
"Would you go with me to pick out a dress?" Pan grimaced at the thought of clothes shopping, she hated it. The last time her mom went with her it was to buy a bra that Pan sorely needed. Her breasts had seemed to develop overnight and they needed the support or Pan's breasts would be bouncing all over the place. Videl had been ecstatic that her little girl was becoming a women and would be wearing clothes that fit her better. But Videl had been mistaken, the bra has been the only girly thing Pan has bought since. The teen still went for comfort over style.
"Do I have to?" pan asked trying to get out of it.
"Now Pan, your mom would like to find something for you as well. This will be a formal evening so no gi's or sweats allowed." Her father said. Well that would put a damper on her style.
"Please Pan." Videl almost begged. "Let this old mom pamper and dress her little girl one last time before you are no longer a girl." That got Pan. She had not let her mom help her dress in over ten years, one last time wouldn't hurt. Would it?
Little did Pan know that her yes would lead to her having the nerves at the party. After her mom's squeal of delight she had called all the ladies together and they planned. They planned Pan's transformation as it was called through the entire torture. Pan always wanted to transform but not like they had in mind, she wanted to ascend into the first female Super Saiyan (SSJ). The first thing they did was forbid her from any training until after the wedding itself, that was almost four months of doing nothing over walking. She was going to protest but both her grandpa and her dad told her she had agreed to the pampering, and what the women wanted she had to follow.
After the no training torture came the pampering, which consisted of spa days of mud baths, massages, and soaks in perfumed water. She enjoyed those immensely because they didn't hurt her at all. The next thing they did was a day at a special spa that specialized in hair removal. Pan did not like this one at all. First she didn't feel the need to shave her legs that often and now some stranger had pulled it all out in strips of waxy paper thingy. It took all of her will power to not blow the attendant away with a ki blast the first time Pan had felt pain. After that it wasn't too bad but Pan didn't want to do that EVER again. The next few days were filled with lotions and creams to soften and lighten her now smooth skin.
Pan had never felt so squishy in her entire life, or as out of her own skin. She just let the ladies do as they willed and went along because it made her mom happy. They took her shopping for hours to find that right dress and never letting her see what she looked like. "I want to see!" she would yell, but her grandma Chi-Chi would just answer, "patience, we want you to be surprised by what we pick."
The last two days were the worst. They had dragged her to a hair stylist for a cut and what else Pan had no idea. Again she could not see the outcome of the almost six hour process. Then she had her nails trimmed and painted; all her nails including her toes. She is hard pressed to sit still for more than four hours at a time so all that had been exhausting for her. Then today had been a bath, creams, a nap, more cream, a three hour hair styling, an hour make up job, dressing with accessories added, and then a photo. The photo had been of a less than happy Pan, for the ladies had yet to let her look at herself.
By all the owing and awing it mustn't be all that bad. Finally they had pulled out the hidden mirrors and showed Pan what the effort had been awarded. She was shocked and at first thought they were pulling her leg by showing a full size cut out of a pretty girl. But when she moved so did the girl in the mirror. She no longer resembled the tomboy of old but had been turned into a young lady.
The dress was not too revealing but the sleek style showed off her feminine curves nicely. The dark blue dress curved and hugged her breast with just a hint of cleavage showing, though Pan knew it was more than ample. Around the area of her belly button the dress flared out slightly ending just above her knees. It flowed with her movements but not constraining and when she turned in a circle it swirled out around her. She had giggled at that, so did the other ladies.
Her hair had been trimmed and treated to shine with her natural color highlights. Now it was half up half down with a few wisps curling around her face. Her face and skin was no longer as tan as it had been. After years of being out in the sun with barely any coverage it had been a deep tan almost brown, but now after all the creams it was a soft peach color, on the dark side, but noticeably lighter. The makeup had been done to enhance her natural beauty and draw the looker to her eyes. The blue of her irises seemed to have dipped into something to make them shine brighter and seem larger in size.
The other ladies had left her to finish their own attire for the party. As Pan was staring at herself when her great grandpa, grandpa, and dad came into the room. They all looked nice in their suits and ties. Even Goku had forgone his gi to wear formal attire. He was even wearing dress shoes that were shiny and probably new. They had stared at her for a little bit not believing that this was Pan in front of them.
"Pan, you look fabulous," said Ox.
"Thank you," she replied softly and shyly. This was a new feeling for her; she was the girl who went head first into a situation and spoke her mind freely. Now she felt like she was out of her league.
"I guess the night will not be so boring after all," said Goku.
"What do you mean by that, dad?" Gohan was a little disturbed by the statement. He thought he would enjoy the night, but now he would have to watch the boys like hawks so his little girl was protected from them.
Goku laughed. "You know what I mean, she is gorgeous and guys will notice. You will go bonkers before the night is even over." He laughed a little bit more before getting serious. "But you will not get too protective. She has to learn how to handle herself around boys and their attentions. I think she can handle that, she is a Saiyan." For the first time it sounded like Goku was proud to state that fact about their family. Could it be he was spending too much time with Vegeta? Or was he just finally accepting who he was? Either way Pan was glad her grandpa wasn't going to be too over protective.
"I guess I can try to be relaxed about her admirers." Gohan smiled weakly and Pan knew it was going to be hard for him to let her grow up and be hounded by boys. The more she thought of it Pan wasn't looking forward to it as well. There was only one man I want hounding me and that might never happen. Though she did wonder what his reaction would be to her transformation.
"Don't worry dad, I am still a tomboy at heart. And I still want a guy who would go head to head with you and possibly stay alive to go out with me." It was what she always told her dad to appease his protective side. She really did want to find a guy who wasn't all that afraid of her dad and fight to show he could and would protect her. It was a must for there to be peace in a future relationship. It was going to be hard to find a guy outside of the Z gang to fill the role.
Goku walked up to a bureau drawer and opened one of the drawers. He drew out a box and walked over to Pan. He looked at her eyes as he spoke. "I was going to give this to you when you turned 18, but I think it would look nice with your dress." He handed her the box which she opened. Inside nestled in a soft velvet cushion was a small, flat, round pendant. She gasped because it was the Son symbol that Goku had adopted since he was a boy. It was orange circle with four gold yellow stars.
"Oh grandpa it is beautiful." She was going to put it on but he stopped her.
"Look on the back." So she did and inscribed on the back was 'For my little Saiyan Shadow, Love Goku.' Pan laughed. She had followed him around so much he started to call her his shadow. It wasn't until she had been able to do it without him realizing that he called her a Saiyan shadow. He had always been proud of her power and fortitude to not hide her heritage, both Saiyan and Human. She had just liked her Saiyan more than the Human.
"Thank you," she said and embraced Goku.
"You're welcome," he replied back. He held her a little longer than normal; it was like he knew something was going to happen to either him or her and wanted to savor the hug. Pan didn't really think it mattered because she felt secure in his hug and nothing could hurt her while he held her. Luckily she wasn't the water works kind of female or her makeup would have been ruined.
Goten showed up a few minutes later and teased Pan about how girly she looked. He only stopped when Chi-Chi appeared out of nowhere and hit him in the head with a pan. She was dressed just as lovely as Pan but her dress was purple with black swirls around the hem. Videl was dressed in a red number that had Gohan both drooling after his wife but also reaching for a wrap to cover what was his. It made Videl blush with pleasure that she could still bring the animal out of her husband, but made Pan blush with the obvious embarrassment at her parents flirting and the loving look Goku was giving Chi-Chi. Pan wondered if she would find that and was wishing to Dende the entire zip to CC. By zip it was the sound because Goku teleported them all to the CC ballroom.
Instantly people began to walk over to greet the family. The Son's were a little late as the party started at eight thirty and it was now after nine. All the Z gang had already arrived and waiting to see the friendly family. Pan held back not sure of herself for the first time and not liking that feeling. She was looking around taking in who was all there. Her eyes landed on Vegeta over in a corner and he was staring right back. She was nervous as to what he would say about her new look. Why should I be, it's not like he would be interested in me? But surprisingly it was Vegeta's opinion she worried about, he was her mentor and what he thought mattered to her.
While they stared at each other Pan took in Vegeta's attire. He wasn't dressed in his usual Saiyan under armor spandex suit, but rather he was dressed in a black coat and tie ensemble. The suit fit him like a glove and enhanced his warrior physique. His tie was not black she realized but almost the same shade of dark blue as her dress. Strange, we match. All together he was very fine looking indeed. Then she brought her eyes back up to his.
His look held no surprise but a little disappointment and was that curiosity. Pan was one of few people who could tell what Vegeta was thinking by his look alone. She had no idea why he would be disappointed in her. Maybe because I agreed to not train for so long. And why curiosity? Did he wonder what the fuss was over, over me? Or was it because he was curious as to why I did it at all? Whatever the answers were she would have to wait till later to ask him because all the Z gang women converged on her. They hadn't been present all day and this was the first they had seen of her.
Bulma was the first to gush, "oh Pan you look fabulous."
"I knew you would blossom eventually," said Bra.
"There is no denying who will be the hit of this party," said Bulma. She was smiling brightly even though this was her party and having a much younger girl take her spot light was usually not a good thing. But Bulma was too happy right now to care. She didn't have to impress any men, she only needed one to look at her the way Yamcha still looked at her; with desire and love. Pan was young and unused to the attentions of boys; she needed all the help she got.
"Thank you, Bulma. I never realized so much went into feeling so beautiful." Pan had never considered herself ugly, pretty, but not beautiful like Bulma and Bra. She was starting to undergo a wonderful feeling about people staring at you and compliment you on being beautiful. Her grandpa Goku always told her the good from within was what he found beautiful about her and that it made her more the prettier on the outside. "People will remember you more for how you act then what you looked like," he would say. It was an idea he lived by, but how can anyone forget a man who looked very different than regular humans. He was really tall and that was without the gravity defying hair. She will have to ask friends what they most remembered about Goku and see if how he acted stood out from his looks.
For the next half hour or so everyone came up to talk to Pan and congratulate her on her looks and all the while she waited for him to come up and give his opinion. But he didn't. He just stayed in his corner of the ballroom and glared at passerby's. The night went on and to Pan's horror and some delight many men asked her to dance. After the first one Gohan had stalked over and stood guard by her. This did not seem to deter the guys. They would come up ask her to dance and then turn to Gohan for permission; which he would give after ki reading them and humphing, obviously not considering them equal or good enough for his girl. But he let them lead her to the dance floor. Pan was thankful she had paid attention during dance lessons as a child; otherwise she would have two left feet.
Pan was enjoying herself, but always in the corner of her eye she kept him in her sights. He seemed to have not moved the entire night and she felt like his gaze never left her, too.
She would be right, Vegeta was staring at her. Never had his heart pumped so wildly at the mere sight of a woman. When the family had first arrived he had been stunned to fee Pan's ki but to look on her beautiful features. She looked out of place in her fancy dress. He had thought it strange that he had picked a tie that matched the color of her dress. It was a startling thought but he nursed it a while, thinking it nice to feel a little connected to someone other than his children.
He was not liking her dress one bit though. She was not her usual comfortable self and was disappointed she changed so drastically to fit in. Plus she was going to get a lot of male attention and for some reason this bothered him. She wasn't his daughter to worry about so why the feeling of possessiveness. That was why Pan had seen curiosity; he was curious as to his own thoughts of possessing Pan. Sure they had been there, pushed into the recesses of his mind but now they were pushing forward with determination.
Maybe he was spending too much time with her and felt he had a say in how she dressed. That had to been the reason because he had no right being interested in her otherwise. She was a child of some 40 years younger than him. Plus she was his rival's brat's brat. Then a voice in the back of his head said, "but only in Human terms. Have you lost the ability to even act like a Saiyan? To take what you want and not care of age or family ties?" The voice was right, even though he had not learned many Saiyan customs before he had joined Frieza's ranks the one that stood out was the mating. Too much time had passed and too much time on a weakling planet had fogged his memories. On Vegeta any female was eligible as long as she was of age and it didn't matter if the male was very much older than her. If a spark was between them then there was no stopping them from mating. Even family couldn't stop them. The father had the right to demand a fight to determine if the other male was able to protect his girl. It was a test of strength, stamina, and loyalty. Even if the prospective male feel in battle but had fought hard without giving up it was considered a loyal act that he would do anything for his woman.
The only thing that stopped most males was the rank barriers. A third class dared not declare his attentions onto a girl of the Elite class. Her father would kill the male instead of letting his daughter mate with a low class fool. Vegeta knew as the Prince he was the only Saiyan who didn't have to follow that rule; he could mate with whom he wished. Do I want to mate with Pan? It was not an odd thought, he had often considered her perfect mate material and thought of all the Saiyans born on Earth she was the closest to a real Saiyan. Vegeta had just not considered himself to be the one mating her; maybe his son but not himself. Perhaps it is time I took another mate and who better than that Saiyan female. He liked this thought and the feelings he was finally letting loose.
The feelings and thoughts of her as his mate did not dissipate as he openly stared at her for the next few hours. He watched as male after male asked her to dance and watched as she smiled and laughed with them. He growled to himself but still did not move from his spot. He still had not made his new intentions clear to her and therefore did not have the right to scare off the other men. It wasn't until his son asked her to dance that Vegeta pushed himself off from the wall and slowly made his way to where the dancing couple had left Gohan. He did not like the look Trunks was giving Pan. Vegeta knew that look; Trunks had no serious interest in her but as a play thing for the night.
"I wouldn't let him lead her outside," Vegeta said to Gohan, but was thinking time to make some trouble. Gohan was surprised to see Vegeta standing at his side. He hadn't made a sound and Gohan had not felt his ki approach. I think I need to start training again, I am getting lazy.
"Wha...what?" Gohan stammered out.
"My son has no intension of being noble with your daughter. I have seen that look before and it does not bode well for Pan." Gohan seemed confused so Vegeta elaborated, "he will ask her to go outside with him and he will seduce her, you twit."
Finally what Vegeta hit Gohan like a ton of bricks. "He wouldn't," he stated unbelieving. That's right, Vegeta thought, get riled up and cause a scene. That would be a sure fire way to push Pan my way.
"Oh yes he would. He has high taste and has a sex drive that would put us both to shame. Pan is not only beautiful but a Saiyan. She would be perfect for him in the stamina department, but she is still too young." He mentally added and I want her to myself.
"Excuse me Vegeta," Gohan said before he walked to the couple and took Pan away from the leering Trunks. There was no way he was going to let Pan dance with a sex addict. Vegeta smirked with triumph. Not only did he get Pan away from a rival but what Gohan was about to do would push Pan in his direction. Because if there was one thing Vegeta knew about the female was that when told she could not do something or see someone she did the opposite of what she was told not to do. As if on cue he saw her frown and stomp off towards the terrace doors.
Pan was furious at her father, here she was having fun and he drags her off and tells her she cannot consort with Trunks. What was he talking about, consorting, what does that even mean? There the two were having a nice chat about what Trunks had been up to lately. He was telling Pan about this awesome girl he had met and wanted Pan to get to know. "It's pretty serious and I really like her, maybe even love her." He went on to ask Pan her opinion on what to do. Pan told him to be honest with the girl and to tell her how he felt. He had this look on his face that told Pan he was already thinking of a setting and a place to talk to his love.
What Gohan had seen as a leering look at his daughter had actually been for Trunks' girl who was at the party but with her family. Trunks had confided earlier that they had been keeping it quiet until they knew for sure how everyone would react to them being a couple. "Especially dad," Trunks had stated. He was afraid how his dad would react to him wanting to bond with a Human. Pan had laughed and told him that his father had no say in who he loved and she was perfect for Trunks.
Pan had at one point in her life thought that Trunk might have been the perfect mate for her but after their time in space looking for the black star Dragonballs she realized he was way off for her. Since then they had stayed good friends and Trunks often came to Pan for girl advice, which she found funny because she was a tomboy. Trunks had said he trusted her instincts than any other girls. "You are more in touch with your female side then you realize," he had said once. When she asked him to elaborate he told her she may dress for comfort but it always matched. Most other tomboys didn't care about clothes matching. "You also wash and comb you hair more often than other tomboys do. You look in windows at dresses and other frilliness when you think no one is watching." That had made her blush.
He had also told Pan she was more caring, compassionate, neat, helpful, kind, and open than other tomboys. He liked her honesty, too. She told him what was what and didn't sugar coat it. If she thought he was being an ass she would tell him. He would strive to erase that trait from his mind so the girl he was with at the time would not also call him an ass. He trusted her and liked her, but she was not his type. So when Gohan had pulled him away from Pan he was shocked by the angry tone the elder gave him, "keep your dirty hands off my daughter." Trunks had stood there as Gohan forbid Pan to be within arm's length of him again. He had gone on to say that from then on she was not to be alone with any sex driven male over the age of 15. Trunks was shocked, he had no such thoughts of Pan even if she was pretty.
He watched as Pan stormed out of the room through the terrace doors and out into the vast gardens. He would have gone after her but Gohan said grabbing Trunks' arm, "oh no you don't. You will stay right here where I can keep an eye on you. Pan will be better off out there to cool down without you there with her." So Gohan had let him go after Trunks nodded his head in understanding and agreement. Maybe it would be better if I made my relationship with Violet public so Gohan wouldn't get the urge to kill me. He liked that idea and walked over to where she stood with her parents, Tien and Launch, to ask her how she felt about that.
Pan had run the length of the garden to the far side by the brick wall. There was a little gate that was near hidden by over growth of vines, but Pan knew where it was from her many adventures outdoors here at CC. The door leads to a private garden beyond the wall, where a gazebo stood. It was old, but sturdily built with wide white pillars, and ivy climbing up and over the roof. Pan loved it here especially when the artificial rain would fall. Oh yeah it was still inside the CC complex. The gardens where a building in itself and just a few feet beyond the gazebo was the actual building wall, painted to look like a landscape. Pan would come here when she was troubled or sad and relax in the peaceful silence. She hadn't been here in awhile and the gazebo had dried leaves and grass growing taller than Pan liked it. She had taken over the care of the little garden when she had first found it over ten years ago. It had been a mess; grass grown over waist high, weeds over taking the flower beds, and the gazebo was completely covered in ivy. It took a good month to get it to the way Pan wanted it and since she had keep it that way. As far as she knew no one else came in this garden and considered it her fortress of solitude.
It was mostly quiet but for the sound of the music from the party. It had been blaring in the ballroom and now it was softer, but still able to understand. She had just sat down on the only bench when she felt a slight breeze. This was usually also supplied by artificial means but it felt warm and not like the usual fan coolness. She turned her head to look over her shoulder. She gasped, for standing just inside the door was Vegeta.
Vegeta had watched Gohan watch Trunks cross over to the Tien clan. And as Gohan kept an eye on Trunks Vegeta had stalked out the other terrace doors, opposite where Pan had gone out. To the casual observer it looked like Vegeta was headed to the GR. It was a well known fact that Vegeta never stayed long for these gatherings and could usually be found in the GR well after the guests had left. Only this time he made his way to the other side of the building to where he felt Pan's ki go.
He knew where she was going without even feeling her ki; to her little hidey hole. Pan thought that no one else had been to the little garden, but Vegeta had seen Pan and feel her ki disappear behind the hidden door one day a few years back. After he felt her leave he had gone into investigate. It was like stepping into another world it was so peaceful and quiet. Sure you could still hear what was on the other side of the wall but it was muted. What he wanted to know was why her ki had disappeared as well. He found the small little box next to the door right away. It was a ki suppressant module. It was an older model but it still worked, or rather Pan had gotten it to work again.
Bulma had built them as a training tool for Vegeta. She would place them all over the globe and send him on a training scavenger hunt. At each stop he would feel for the stupid bots she had built to challenge him. He couldn't feel them at all, but that didn't stop him from defeating them all and making it home in time for dinner. Little did he know the suppressant would come in handy later on. He had brought all the messed up parts back to Bulma and she had thrown them out only to give him the new improved ones.
So Pan had found an old one and set up her hidey hole with one so no one would or could disturb her relaxation time. She had reprogrammed the device to suppress ki signatures within the perimeter of the garden. Vegeta had used the spot countless times to do meditation without the use of ki to help build his ki. It was a great training tool that Vegeta found helpful to calm his frayed nerves. He made sure to use it after Pan had left for the day. He never joined her because it was suppose to be her secret garden.
So now here he was standing in her secret place just staring at her and she was staring back.
"Vegeta?" Pan asked.
"Pan," he said back. She felt her heart skip a beat. He never calls me by name; it's always brat or girl. He began to slowly walk over to her.
He was right in front of her when he brought his hand up and lightly brushed her cheek asking, "will you dance with me?" He brought his hand down, palm up in invitation. She gulped once and took it. He pulled her to her feet and into his arms.
Vegeta hadn't planned on asking her to dance but it felt right when she put her smaller hand in his and was in his arms. He felt her pulse where their hands met and was a little excited at the pace. The speed could be from fear or from her own excitement; either way he liked it.
Pan was afraid and excited; afraid that she was dreaming and excited to be held by such a powerful man, a Saiyan man. That realization made her heart beat a little faster. Here was the man that could fight for me and possibly beat my father, a man truly capable of being with me. Pan rarely had thoughts like this but recently, like the last few hours, they had over loaded her mind. All she wanted was to be with this Saiyan and beware to anyone who tried to get in the way. She moved herself closer to Vegeta until her breasts brushed his muscled chest.
Vegeta felt her move and gasped with the sensation of her body right up against his. I have gone to long without a female. But he knew that was not the only reason, she was a female Saiyan of able age and she had just propositioned him with herself. It was one of the few ways a female could tell a male she was interested in him. He showed his by crushing her tightly to him so he could feel the entire front of her body next to his. And thus she could feel how he felt about her.
Pan felt ALL of him press against her, especially the hardness between his legs. He wants me. The thought was one of pure desire. They had not broken eye contact during the exchange of want. They had been moving to the music but Vegeta stopped them as his head bowed to hers. His lips met hers in a softness that Pan didn't know Vegeta could have. And she accepted what was to come as soon as his lips pushed harder and his tongue licked at her lips begging for entrance. She opened her mouth and knew this was beginning of something wicked.
Author's Note: Mwahahahahaaaa. So what do you think? Please tell me, it gives me ideas of where this should go. I will probably do a lemon soon and maybe some drama, who knows where my mind will take me.
