Hello everyone! So here we are, back again with another Pan/Vegeta pairing story. And like any other Pan/Vegeta fic writeen by me, this Fic is Rated M for a reason. Please note that I don't usually include intimate scenes so early on, but in this case it served a purpose. So if that isn't your cup of tea please hit the back button now, for everyone else, enjoy!

The sun was already sinking low on the horizon, but Pan's going away party was still in full swing. Tomorrow she would be leaving for college nearly half way across the country. She told everyone she'd chosen the school because of its excellent academic programs, something that made her grandmother Chichi and her father, very proud. But that wasn't the real reason she'd chosen to go to school so far from home. She'd chosen the school so she wouldn't have to spend another day yearning for a man she couldn't have. A man she had been in love with all her life, but who was so completely unavailable to her. And as much as she loved her home and the people she was lucky enough to call her family, she couldn't take it anymore. Call it cowardly if you will, but she couldn't spend another day being so close to him and not being able to be with him. It hurt too much. And she was hoping, that with a little distance, maybe, just maybe she might be able to forget him. Or at least stop loving him. Though both seemed terribly unlikely given how long she had loved him.

Quietly, Pan slipped away from the party and made her way to the gravitation room. She needed a little privacy and a little time to say good bye. It would be strange not training every day, not coming in and sparring with Vegeta. Just thinking his name made her heart catch in her throat, and her eyes stung with unshed tears. She moved slowly around the room, letting her hands trace gently over the equipment and computer panel. She would miss this room. This is where she felt closest to him. It was the one place that gave her a valid reason to be near him, to touch him. She was going to miss all of this so much, and she would miss everyone. Especially him. Vegeta. She'd known him all her life, loved him all her life, and even though she knew it was wrong, she couldn't squash the feelings she had for him. At first she'd tried to explain it away as hero worship. After all, he was the proud, and strong Prince of Saiyans. A true fighter in every sense of the word. But as she got older and the feelings grew into something more as Vegeta began to have a starring role in all her fantasies, and she brushed it aside as nothing more than a school girl crush. A student, crushing on her handsome, older, mentor. But the older she got, the more clearly she could see it for what it was. At some point along the line, she had fallen in love with him. And there was nothing she could do about it.

She stood there in the almost deafening silence of the gravitation room with the last remaining rays of sunlight filtering in through the small windows, and fought the growing urge within herself not to cry. She refused to shed another tear over him, to wallow even further in self pity than she already had. But even as she thought it, the tears slowly slipped down her cheeks. This was why she had to get away, why she couldn't go to a school closer to home. Because she would still see him every day, and if she was going to have any hope of moving past her feelings and get over him, she needed to escape. Even if it meant moving to another city to do it.

"You do realize the party is outside, right?"

Pan whirled around, startled by the sound of that familiar masculine voice, that always sent chills down her spine and made things low in her body clench.

"Vegeta, hey. Yeah, I did realize that actually. I just needed a minute alone."

"For what?"

Pan shrugged as she tried to look at anything but the man in front of her. Even now she couldn't look him in the eye, because she was afraid that he would see what she was really feeling.

"To say good bye?"

"Yeah, basically," she replied.

Pan shifted nervously from foot to foot as she finally managed to meet his gaze, and for just a moment she was both mesmerized and caught off guard by the heated look in his eyes. He'd never looked at her that way before and it stole her breath away. Vegeta nodded almost solemnly as he moved closer, his gaze traveling slowly over her.

"I thought you said your good byes earlier tonight?" he said, stopping directly in front of her.

"I did. Mostly."

"Mostly?"

Pan tried not squirm under the wieght of his gaze. They both knew that she'd avoided him all night and that he was the only one she hadn't said good bye to. Not because she didn't want to, but because it would hurt too much.

"So, you've said goodbye to your family, your friends, the gravitation room...Were you ever planning on saying good bye to me?"

Pan was at a loss for words. She hadn't planned on being anywhere near Vegeta tonight, let alone being left alone in the same room with him.

"Of course I was going to say good bye to you, don't be ridiculous Vegeta."

"Really?"

The skepticism in his voice was obvious and she was finding it harder and harder to think as Vegeta moved closer, backing her slowly into the wall of the gravitation room, the cool steel wall making her skin break out in goose flesh.

"Really."

She tried to think of something to say or do, but with Vegeta standing this close, she couldn't seem to think past the pounding of her pulse in her ears. He was so close, all she had to do was lift her hand and they would be touching. A fine tremor ran through her body as she gazed into his eyes, trying to find her voice and failing.

"I don't think you had any intention of saying good bye to me little one," Vegeta said, his voice going deeper, husky. "And I, for one, refuse to let you leave, without saying good bye."

Pan didn't know what to say, but it didn't matter, because whatever words she might have spoken were lost, when Vegeta lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. His lips were warm and full against the softness of hers. She was taken aback by this sudden move, but it took only seconds for her to respond and she was kissing him back in earnest. Her hands slid up and over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt as Vegeta's hands slid to her hips and pulled her against him. Pan whimpered softly, her mind cloudy with desire for the man who held her, even as she was almost positive that she had to be dreaming. This had to be a dream! After all, Vegeta had never expressed even the smallest interest in her before now outside of being sparring partners, why would he now? She had every intention of asking him, but when he broke their kiss and she saw the look in his eyes, no words were needed.

His lips descended on hers again as his warm, strong hands slid downward and back up beneath the thin cotton of her dress. His hands caressed her pale flesh as Pan's hands pulled at the buttons on Vegeta's shirt, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin on hers. She couldn't explain it, but her body was just so very suddenly filled with a burning need. A desire deeper than she had ever thought herself capable of filled her, overwhelming all of her senses, as Vegeta gently guided them both to the cool floor of the gravitation room.

Pan's body arched beneath the teasing caress of Vegeta's hands as he gently unbottoned her dress and parted the thin fabric, leaving her body bare to his hungry gaze. Pan shivered as she ran fingers through the dark strands of Vegeta's hair as his mouth descended on her throat, his teeth gently biting and moving lower as she writhed beneath him. It was like she was caught in a trance as his hands, his mouth wandered over her body, caressing and exploring almost excruciatingly slow, wringing one cry of passion after another from her lips. Her eyes met Vegeta's as his mouth moved lower, caressin the insides of her thighs, making her shiver with anticipation. She'd had fantasies like this. Imagined him time and again using his mouth between her legs, but she'd never thought it would ever happen. The moment she felt the warm caress of Vegeta's mouth on her, Pan cried out, her body arching at the sweet torture. She ran her fingers through his hair, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of him kneeling there.

"Vegeta please...please..."

Pan's voice was breathy, her body humming with a strange energy as she pleaded with the Saiyan Prince. She wanted more of this sweet torture, more of his hands, his mouth on her body. She wanted him. She wanted so very much to do all the the things she'd ever imgained doing with him. She wanted his body on hers. Vegeta gave a low, masculine chuckle as he lifted his face and moved over her, positioning himself between her parted legs. Pan whimpered, feeling the hard length of him pressing into her. Everything in her was screaming at her to shred the fabric that kept the warm skin of their bodies seperated, and something must have shown on her face, in her eyes, as Vegeta leaned back to unfasten his pants, letting the fabric slide away to reveal himself to the young woman beneath him.

Pan's eyes widened at the sight of him. He was perfect, abslutely perfect. There was no other words to describe him as she reached for Vegeta again, drawing him back down to her, their lips meeting as Vegeta positioned himself once more between her legs, pressing against her entrance. Pan whimpered softly, aching for what he offered as that strange humming energy raced along her skin. Vegeta's eyes met hers for just a moment, a strange spark passing between them, and suddenly he was inside her, drawing a cry that was half pain and half pleasure from Pan's lips, her nails digging into the muscle of Vegeta's arms. He stayed poised above her, unmoving, letting her adjust both to his size and to the feeling of him inside her.

"Vegeta..."

That one word, his name on her lips was all it took, and he was moving inside her, his hips thrusting deep as that humming energy surrounded them both, wrapping them in a strange sort of caccoon. Their bodies moved together as soft moans eachoed around the room. And with each move, each passionate cry, that strange energy was growing, tightening around them to a point that was almost suffocating yet egging them on at the same time. Vegeta's name tumbled from Pan's lips over and over as a fine trembling wracked her body. She was so close as she clung to the man above her. His body moved against hers, with hers as he lowered his head to her throat, his lips leaving a trail of firey kisses that made her arch her back. She could feel his mouth hovering just above the skin where neck meets shoulder and she found herself turning her own head to do the same. It was as if she were being guided by an invisible force, and she was helpless to do anything but obey. One moment she was lost in the sensation of Vegeta's moving within her and the next they each sunk teeth into the others skin, and that was what undid them. Pan found herself screaming in pure ecstacy, her body writhing beneath Vegeta's, his own cries echoing hers as they both bit down harder, tumbling over that shining edge of pleasure, and that strange humming energy that had surrounded them, erupted like a sonic boom that only they were aware of.

Vegeta carefully rolled to the side, careful not to crush Pan beneath the weight of his body, and pulled her in close to him, truly holding her for the first and last time. He ran fingers slowly through the silken dark locks of her hair, amazed at how soft it was, and how easily is slid through his fingers. It was quickly followed by a sharp pain and the thought that this was the only time he would ever get to be with her like this, and what a fool he was for wasting all the time he'd had with her. Of course, if it hadn't been for her decision to leave, he may not have realized how much he truly cared for her, how much he loved her. And now she was leaving.

Pan idly ran her hand slowly up and down the muscled expanse of Vegeta's chest, her body slowly starting to quiet, and feeling just a little drained. She had never experienced anything like that in her life. And sadly, she probably never would again. Vegeta was the only man who could awaken that kind of passion inside her. And after tomorrow, she wouldn't be seeing him again for a very long time. And by that time, if fate was kind, she would better be able to handle her feelings for him.

"We should probably get dressed," Pan said sullenly. "Just in case anyone comes looking for us. We don't want anyone to find us like this."

Vegeta wanted to protest, to stay in this one moment in time, if even for a minute longer, but he knew she was right. If Bulma or any of the others came out here and found them like this, with evidence of their passion so obvious, it would be hell on Earth. For both of them.

"I supposed you're right."

They dressed in total silence, neither of them making the slightest sound as clothing was put to rights. When Pan looked up from the last button on her dress, Vegeta was watching her, a strange, almost sad look in his eyes as he pulled her against him, memorizing the feel of her softer body cradled against his. His hand caressed her cheek as he looked at her, and Pan tilted her cheek against his palm, enjoying that soft caress.

"I am going to miss you Princess," Vegeta said, huskily as he leaned down and kissed her tenderly.

Six Weeks Later...

Pan tossed and turned in bed as Vegeta's handsome face appeared in her mind's eye once more. His eyes were filled with that same dark passion that she'd seen on his face the night of her going away party. She heard his voice, almost felt a ghost of his touch as she suddenly bolted upright in bed, breathing hard. It had been like this every night since she'd left. Vegea's face, his body had haunted her every dream and fantasy since the night they'd made love in the gravitation room. Sometimes she could almost swear that she could still feel him. It was eerie, and a little unnerving. She looked around, reminding herself of her surroundings. She was still in bed, safe in her dorm room. Alone.

She started to lay back down when a staggering wave of nausea hit her, and she found herself stumbling out of bed and racing for the bathroom. She just barely made it in time to lose what little dinner she'd eaten that night. This had been happening off and on for the last couple of weeks. At first she'd thought it was just a bad case of the flu, but she still didn't seem to be feeling any better and she was exhausted all the time. Wiping her mouth, Pan pulled herself up off the cold tile floor to sit on the closed lid of the toilet, her eyes going to the little plastic bag from the pharmacy that sat on the bathroom counter. Her hand visibly shook as she reached for the plastic bag and peered inside at its contents. The only person who knew her circumstances was her best friend back home, Bra. When they'd last spoken on the phone earlier that afternoon and Pan described how she'd been feeling, she had let Bra talking her into going to the pharmacy and buying a pregnancy test. As Pan pulled the box from the bag, slowly turning it over and over in her hands, she couldn't help but feel a little silly. Why was she so nervous about this? There was no way she could be pregnant. She'd only been with one man, and that was weeks ago. And it had only been the one time. But in the back of her mind was a tiny voice of doubt, and she knew the only way to silence that voice, was by mustering her courage and taking the test.

Three minutes later, Pan was pacing back and forth in her dorm room. The test was ready. Three minutes, that's what it had said. Three minutes and the results could be read. So how come she was out here pacing back and forth? Because she was afraid. After years of fighting aliens and saving the Earth, she was afraid of a simple pregnancy test. It seemed foolish in comparison.

"Come on Pan. You can do this. It's just a stupid test. You can look at it. You've had math tests that were harder than this. Stop being a chicken," she scolded herself. "You can do this. You can do this."

Taking a deep breath, Pan walked back into the bathroom, her hand shaking as she reached for the test stick. It was now or never. As she forced herself to look down at that little result window, her entire world came crashing down around her. She slid to the floor of her bathroom, leaning against the wall as tears slipped down her cheeks. The test was positive. She was pregnant with Vegeta's child.

So what did you guys think? I know this wasn't that long but it's just the beginning. I really hope you all enjoyed this first part of the story. Please review and remember to be kind! Thank you! :)