DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN DRAGONBALL/DBZ/DBGT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY.

WARNING: Before I start I have to say that I love ALL the characters in DB/DBZ/GT and anything you might think as insulting or OOC for them is just for the sake of the story. I know that some of this story is VERY damaging to at least one character but I don't want to reveal who for the sake of the plot line. Also, I want you to know straight out that this is V/P (VEGETA AND PAN). If you can't handle that then don't read it. If after all this you still flame or complain, I'll just assume you're extremely stupid and ignore you. Thanks.

Chapter 1

~~~~* 3rd Person POV~~~~

Vegeta tossed the towel over his shoulder as he made his way towards the gravity room. He had practically lived their ever since Bulma had decided that she needed more attention from the male in her life and divorced him since he no longer had any baka human trying to force 'human' customs on him. He had just entered and was increasing the gravity when Kakkarot's brat's brat rushed in.

She gaped at him in shock, having expected the room to be empty. He started to snarl at her as he would of at anyone who dared enter his private sanctuary, but then he saw the look on her face. He recognized it as a look of desperation mixed with fear and despair. He knew the look because a long time ago, before he had learned to hide his emotions, he had seen that same look on his own face.

She turned as if to leave but before she could a voice stopped her. "Brat," she turned around a questioning look on her face… and barely had time to block the punch aimed at her face. She started to say something but was cut off by a well placed kick. All thought of leaving was gone. It was on now!

After hours of fighting, Pan drifted to the ground, so tired she could barely even stand. One of the best things about Vegeta is that he never went easy on an opponent, which she couldn't say about the rest of the Z gang. They all still thought of her as a kid and when they fought, they showed it. But every once in a while she just wanted someone to take her as a serious opponent and really go all out. It's what she needed, it helped her forget for a little bit. Forget what he had done to her. At the thought all the memories started to come back., but she made an effort to push them back. She didn't want to think of that, she wanted to forget it ever happened.

Vegeta was aware that something wasn't quite right with the brat, but knew better than to ask. After all, she was a Saiyan, more so than his own brats and Kakkarot's spawns and Saiyans didn't 'open up' about their emotions. Instead they bottled it up inside of them until it exploded. He found it kind of ironic out of all the demi-sayains the one that acted the most Saiyan was the one with the most human blood. His own brats' lack of appreciation for the heritage was, to say the least a disappointment to him. They showed no respect at all to their royal lineage, but by now it was to late to do anything about it. They were to influenced by their mother's weak human blood.

~~~~* Pan's POV~~~~

I looked up to see Vegeta staring down at me and couldn't help but blush. He smirked that smirk that I had always loved… wait a sec, did I just think that. I brushed the thought aside and turned towards the door to leave. Right when I was out the door his voice brought me up short, "Brat!" I looked over my shoulder at him. "Same time tomorrow." From someone else that might have been a question, from the Saiyan prince, it was an order. With a quick nod of my head, I left.

As I flew home I thought about my agreement to Vegeta's request and how bad of an idea it was. I didn't want to go back to capsule corp. He would be there and the last thing I wanted was to be around him again. After he had broken my heart like that. The only thing I wanted to do was forget all about it, and by agreeing to go there and spar with Vegeta I was putting myself right into his path.

But I really wanted to go. Besides, he didn't deserve the satisfaction of keeping me from doing something I really wanted to do. I had always wanted to get stronger, and eventually reach the level of Super Saiyan even though everyone believed it wasn't possible considering the fact that I was only ¼ Saiyan and a girl at that. But now I had the opportunity to study with Vegeta, the strongest being on the planet now that my grandfather was gone. With his help I might actually be able to achieve the unattainable. Besides, I really wanted to see Vegeta again. Ugh, stop thinking that, I ordered myself.

By this time I had arrived home. I went inside and called out, "Is anyone home?" It didn't surprise me when there was no answer. They were hardly ever here. Sometimes I thought that they should just pay me child support for taking care of myself. Father was always at work and my mother was always off… somewhere. I knew that they loved me, it was just that having a baby really inconvenienced them. But that was all right, I didn't want to see any of them anyway. They might ask questions, questions that I didn't want to answer. I went upstairs and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. I shed my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror, staring at the bruises on my stomach from earlier that day and the ones that had start to fade. I stepped into the shower, it's not like anyone would see them, and if they did I could just blame it on my spar with Vegeta. They would have no idea the real cause.

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