Rebel
Chapter 1
Pan's Rebellion
Pan surveyed the seemingly deserted environment, her coal black eyes determined. She wrapped her saiyan tail around her waist, checking the area once more. When she seemed satisfied that no one was around, she began training; punches and kicks thrown in mere seconds.
She was sick and tired of this stupid law, this stupid rule, saying that females were not allowed to train, not allowed to fight.
Not allowed to fight! She raged silently. If she didn't train secretly, she didn't know what she'd do. Having no one to spar with, she took her rage out in training. Female saiyans stay at home? She scoffed wordlessly. It's in our blood to train and fight, not to sit at home and bear children. And I'll be damned if I was one of those females!
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The Prince of Vegeta sat in his throne, drumming his fingers on the armrest in boredom and a tinge of anger.
"Prince?" An insignificant soldier asked.
"What do you want?" the Prince snapped-he was in no mood today to deal with thoughtless soldiers.
"Planet Kenosha fairs well, sir," the soldier stammered.
This was just the news he wanted to hear. "Ahh… good. So it will be captured in a few days?" The soldier nodded. Good, he thought. We'll be able to hand it over to Lord Frieza soon. "Dismissed," he said, and the soldier bowed down on one knee.
He clasped his right fist over his heart, saying, "For the glory of the Vegeta, my Prince."
"For the glory of Vegeta," the prince mumbled, but his mind was elsewhere. When the soldier was gone from his sights, he stood up and strode down the crimson carpet, his blood-red cape on his shoulders swirling behind him.
He walked out the double doors that led to the Royal Gardens, and walked down a path, thinking.
"Planet Kenosha will be captured soon, correct?" a voice asked from behind him. He turned and saw Vegeta standing behind him, his arms crossed in a demanding way.
"Correct," the Prince answered coolly his eyes cool and confident.
"Good, we'll hold a banquet in celebration," Vegeta said sarcastically.
"Might as well," he answered with dry sarcasm.
"Why? Does 'Prince Trunks' need to find a mate?" Vegeta asked in a mocking tone.
Trunks glared at him lightly. "No, not for a while," he answered in a soft growl.
Vegeta chuckled. "Don't take it so hard, boy." He turned, his cape, which recognized him as king, swaying. "We all have to one day, even if we don't want to be paired with such frail, sentimental beings." And with that, he was gone.
Trunks thought about what he had said- 'frail, sentimental beings.' That they are, he thought. That they are.
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Pan looked out her window, watching the saiyans running down the street, cheering. "Tousan, what's going on?"
"The war on Planet Kenosha is over-and if you haven't already guessed-we won," he answered her, peering over her shoulder to watch.
"Will there be a celebration ceremony?" she questioned.
"Possibly. But we won't be invited," he answered with a lopsided grin.
That was another thing that angered Pan. She was just as good as those 'elite' saiyans, if not better. Why couldn't she go and celebrate? It was her home too. They claimed that the celebration ceremonies were for the good of the Planet Vegeta, but then why wasn't everyone invited? The elites went and celebrated the victory of the hardworking peoples' efforts.
She faked a grin for her father, but she was determined to change that.
"So where were you this morning?" he asked suspiciously.
Pan's mind raced, trying to come up with a good answer. "Well, I was, uh, just… taking a walk." Reality was, she was training.
"A walk?" he questioned.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. "Yeah-a walk. I just needed some time to think, that's all," she assured him.
"Oh." The answer seemed to suite him. When she turned to walk out the door, he asked, "Out for another walk?"
"Yeah," was her reply, followed by the shutting of the door.
When Pan was out in the barren wasteland once more, she removed her navy color dress to reveal her training outfit-a tight sleeveless, shirt along with black spandex pants that stopped a little past her knee. She then scanned the land, making sure of no spectators.
She smirked then began her daily training, dodging and attacking an imaginary foe. After only an hour of training, she suddenly stopped, her body rigid with fear. Shakily she looked to her right, and saw her worst possible fear.
Guards from the royal house.
She froze, unable to move, and could only watch them as they headed her way.
"Ma'am," said one as he landed beside her, his face grim. "You have violated law 345, and on royal grounds. You'll be coming with us."
Royal grounds?! Pan thought in alarm. She knew she was in for some serious trouble, but she stood proudly, her eyes whirling in unsuppressed anger.
One guard gripped her arm roughly, and the other did the same to her other arm. "I don't see why," she muttered angrily. "I haven't done anything wrong." She struggled fiercely, the rage almost glowing in her eyes. She didn't raise her power though, because she knew that if she did, she'd be in even more trouble.
Even though the guards had been trained in the royal house, and their muscles were well toned, they had a hard time of restraining this enraged female saiyan.
The guards carried her back to the palace, and she held her head proudly against the sneering stares. Pan was abruptly thrown into a chair, the two guards baring the only door in a small, dark questioning room.
Author's Note: Well, how did ya like the first chapter? The second chapter should be out soon, about one day, so be on the look out!!! Enjoy!!
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