Hey everyone, so in case you can't guess this story is a Pan and Vegeta pairing and it will contain adult themes so this story is rated M for a reason. If you don't like that sort of thing, are squeamish or its just not for you then please hit the back button now. For everyone else, enjoy!

Heavy rain clouds covered the sky, rain falling in heavy sheets like millions of tears from the sky, pouring down on the funeral below. The green canopy wasn't big enough for everyone, some people stood in groups beneath umbrellas as the rain pounded down. There were no words of comfort strong enough, no action, that could take away the pain they were feeling. But as bad as it was for the group beneath the canopy, it was nothing compared the pain and the great gaping emptiness in the heart of the solitary young girl who stood in the pouring rain as the two caskets were slowly lowered into the damp earth. Her shoulder length jet black hair clung to her face in thick wet strands as her eyes gazed emptily on the cherry wood caskets that contained her parents bodies.

Pan stood alone, unable to take the comfort others tried to offer her. No one could take away the pain, the gaping emptiness that was slowly consuming her heart. If only she had been older, stronger, she could have saved them. She could have done something to save her parents. Instead she hadn't been able to do anything until it was too late. In that last moment of battle when her father had been killed, Pan had felt a deep seeded rage that she had never known she could feel, and in that instant, she had managed to reach Super Saiyan. She was still only a child, and the first female Saiyan to reach such a high level of power. Everyone had been surprised by it. It was like she had been someone else altogether. She had been merciless in her fighting, in her killing of their enemy. No one had ever known that their sweet, loving Pan could have ever been like that. She tilted her face upwards, eyes closed to feel the cool chill of the rain slipping down her cheeks, the drops of water taking the place of the tears she herself had been unable to cry. With both her parents gone, it was like a part of her had gone missing, and nothing was ever going to bring it back.

As the priest droned on, Goku watched his young granddaughter with great concern. His and Chichi's hearts had been broken at losing their oldest son, and losing Videl, but he couldn't even begin to imagine the pain that Pan was feeling. His poor little Panny. He loved his granddaughter, and for the first time in all his life, the Saiyan warrior felt well and truly helpless. He didn't know what to say or do to comfort the child, and Chichi was not going to be much help, as she was lost in her own pain in that moment. Goku tightened his arm around his sobbing wife and offered what comfort he could. If only he could have helped Pan.

Vegeta's eyes were locked on the grandchild of Kakkorot. He was still in awe that she had managed to go Super Saiyan at her age, and at the total change in her since that battle. For a brief moment, he had felt a fierce pride in his heart when he saw her change. Never had he ever heard of a female Super Saiyan. Pan was the first. And with the proper training she would be a force to contend with. But later. That would come later. Vegeta had never fully understood the strange nature of human emotions, even after all this time on Earth, he was still puzzled. He couldn't deny that he too mourned the loss of Gohan and his human wife. They had been honorable and great fighters. He had lost count of the times they had gone into battle with them, but he would not shed tears. Not because he couldn't, but because he wouldn't rather honor them in the Saiyan way that to shed tears for the flames of life snuffed out too soon.

The proud Saiyan prince let his eyes travel over the crowd of mourners and for a moment his eyes locked with that of Kakkorot. His greatest opponent but now, in this moment he looked the weight of the years of their long lived race. He gave Goku an acknowledging nod before his gaze traveled back to Pan and tried to decipher this strange feeling. Perhaps the humans had finally rubbed off on him.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

The priests' voice was thick and sorrowful as he finished speaking. Pan stepped up and dropped a single rose onto each casket as it was now lowered into the ground, awaiting to be covered with the damp piles of earth.

"Mom….Dad….I'm sorry…" Pan whispered as the care takers began to shovel the first piles of cold, unforgiving earth onto the caskets.

"Come on Panny, it's time to go," Goku said, placing a hand on his granddaughter's shoulder.

Pan didn't move for the longest of moments, her eyes glued to the open holes that were steadily being filled in before finally turning away as her grandfather led her to the waiting car. Everyone was going back to Bulma and Vegeta's house. No one could really bare to walk into her family's home, though she knew, that someone would have to when she went back to pack her belongings. She didn't have a choice. Technically the house was hers now, but there was no way she could stay there with the memory of her parent's death still so close to the surface. She also knew that if one more person was nice to her, she was going to lose it.

Everyone kept trying to talk to her, to be encouraging, comforting but there was no room in her heart for either one. All that was there was a great burning rage and a need to release it. Glancing out the window, Pan caught sight of the gravitation room behind the house. She remembered her father bringing her here when he would train there and sometimes let her join him. All the Saiyans trained in the gravitation room.

Making sure no one would see her, Pan walked into the kitchen and slipped quietly out the back door, completely unaware that her escape hadn't gone completely unnoticed.

"What is that brat up to?" Vegeta said as he slipped out the back door after her.

Pan moved with a quick determination towards the gravitation room. Standing up on tip toes she quickly punched in the key code. A fine tremor ran through her body and she didn't know if it was from the building rage within her or the chilling cold of the rain soaking into her body. Stepping into the gravitation room, Pan looked around and flipped on one of the low lights, she didn't want anyone to know she was here. Besides, it would be easier for everyone in the house if she wasn't hanging around, a constant reminder of why they had all been gathered together. Walking to the computer system in the corner Pan punched in the specifics she wanted. She wasn't as strong as her father had been, so she had to do this in steps.

She didn't bother to wrap her hands as she approached a punching bag in the corner. Taking even breaths she began a slow rhythm of punches and kicks, the chain rattling beneath the heavy beating she was giving it. But she wasn't seeing the blue fabric of the punching bag. She was seeing that creature's face, the one that had taken her parents from her, the one she had killed. It was too much. Her hands moved in a blur as she punched angrily, trying to burn out some of her rage.

"I hate you…" she said, her voice trembling as she punched at the bag, her knuckles growing red from the punishment of hitting the bag so hard over and over," I hate you! I HATE you! I HATE YOU!"

Her words were a scream of rage and pain as she continued her assault on the punching bag. Not knowing that she was being watched.

Vegeta had slipped in when she started her training session, but he knew that beating on the punching bag would not be enough. She was a Saiyan and such a puny work out would not be enough to ebb the rage she felt. He could sense her ki growing, she was going to go Super Saiyan again. He could feel it, and the punching bag would not be enough for her rage and Vegeta knew it.

"Why don't you leave the punching bag and fight someone who can give you a challenge brat."

Pan whirled, her rage and pain clear on her face, and something in that look, the expression on her face tore at Vegeta's heart. He was getting soft. But he would not abandon a young Saiyan warrior to be lost in her rage. Even if she was Kakkorot's granddaughter.

"Get out Vegeta," Pan said angrily.

"Make me."

He was baiting her, he wanted her to attack. To see what potential this little Saiyan had, because he knew her power was there, lying just beneath the surface, if she would only unleash it.

"Damn you!" she screamed, her power level rising fast and faster, until the room errupted into a bright yellow burst as Pan turned Super Saiyan.

Vegeta just managed to move out of the way as Pan charged him. The brat was faster than she looked. She had so much potential. Vegeta turned as she charged him again, but this time he was ready for her and brought his knee up just enough to catch her in the stomach and send her tumbling. Pan glared up at him from rage filled eyes, she knew he wasn't going to hold back, regardless of her age and size, Vegeta would give her a good fight. And that was exactly what she needed right now. An outlet for the rage within her.

But there was no need to hold back, not by much anyway. Punch for punch, kick for kick, Pan was able to keep up with Vegeta, their fists and legs a bright blurr of motion within the gravitation room. Pan landed a blow on Vegeta's jaw, knocking him back just a bit just as he swept her feet from under her, his own blow catching her across the shoulders and sending her reeling. Pan leaned against the wall breathing hard, she had finally reverted from Super Saiyan and a small smile played at her lips as she looked up at Vegeta. He had finally taken the fight out of her, but it had been a good fight, and she had held her own up to the last.

"Come on brat. Your grandparents will be looking for you."

Pan could only nod as the proud Saiyan Prince took her small hand in his. Seeing how tired she was Vegeta shook his head and showed the first truly tender gesture he had ever shown in his life and scooped the girl up into his arms. Before he knew it, she was asleep in his arms, and for the first time since her parent's deaths, Pan felt safe…

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