Chapter One
Perspiration rolled down the contours of her body as she prepared herself for his next attack. The man was ruthless- he held nothing back. If she had been in any normal state of mind she would have conceded and allowed him the easy victory but her Saiyan pride didn't permit such things.
He eyed her up and down with a smirk playing at his lips. The room stank of her sweat, blood and tears, and he revelled in it. She could feel the excitement pulsate from within him. He had been locked in his house for so long that it was actually amazing how well he was managing to contain himself. He kept his level down to match her own weaker one and he graced her with time to breathe. He wanted her to last longer, he didn't want their battle to end quite yet.
Pan gasped and dropped to the floor of the gravity chamber. Colours flickered beyond her vision like a badly tuned television set. She felt as if she were picking up a transmission- like a power surge was invading the core of her being. She could hear him growling in the near distance. Something animalistic, hidden in the farthest corners of her mind, responded to his dulcet tones. It rumbled in her chest, it crackled like electricity around her ears, and then it died, abandoning her in a world swallowed by darkness.
"How many times have I told you not to push her so hard?" shrieked Bulma.
Pan groaned and rolled over, her arms sprawling over the mound of pillows she had been propped up on. Machines hummed in the background as Bulma carried on with her rant. Pan ignored both and enjoyed the sensation of silk beneath her sore limbs- her eyes firmly closed. This was not a fight she wanted to be any part of.
"I don't care what you tell me woman," snapped Vegeta.
The woman scoffed. Pan could almost imagine her flipping her blue hair over her shoulder. A trait her equally blue haired daughter had inherited honestly, "Oh you'll care what I tell you when we stop having sex."
And with that the door slammed. Pan kept her eyes closed, waiting for the second slam. Sure enough the door rattled abruptly as Vegeta departed after his wife to continue their argument. The yelling was loud but eventually grew muffled as they travelled down to the kitchen. Pan winced at the distinct sound of Vegeta asking for food and Bulma throwing a cast iron skillet at the wall.
The room Vegeta had brought her to wasn't heavily lit. In fact she could barely make out any of the furniture that was beyond the glow of the nightstand table lamp to her right. It was the scent of fresh rain and a mild manly musk that revealed to her where she was. Both smells were distinct to only one person. Trunks.
Pan inhaled deeply and sighed. She really did miss him; even if he was a self-indulgent, egotistical smart ass she couldn't help but wish she still had his insufferable company.
"Pan!"
Startled, Pan lifted herself from Trunks' sheets. Peering through his wall length window was a slender young girl with turquoise hair. She flew back and forth frantically. Pan rummaged through the drawer of the nightstand until she found remote control. There were several buttons and for a moment she couldn't remember for the life of her what any of them did.
"Pan!"
Pan pressed the first one which unlike the others was glossy and red. Instantly a concealed platform beneath the bed elevated. She couldn't help but laugh as she rose higher and higher.
"Pan!"
"Hold on Bra I'm trying to figure this out," said Pan as she pushed a couple more buttons all at once.
A section of ceiling flipped over to reveal a mirror large enough to reflect the bed.
Pan rolled her eyes in disgust, "He would have that."
One of her other button choices turned the stereo on, and another opened the doors of his walk in closet. The strangest though had to be when the bed started to vibrate uncontrollably.
Finally after a few more experimental button presses she managed to slid the window open like a shuttle door. Bra zoomed between the two shifting glass panels and crashed onto the bed.
"Took you long enough," she grumbled angrily as she straightened her hair and clothes.
Pan shrugged, "You could have used the door you know."
Bra dismissed the thought immediately.
"Who cares about that. You'll never guess who I just got off the phone with," she exclaimed.
"Who?"
"Guess."
"You said I'd never guess so why would I bother trying."
"Just guess!"
Pan slumped back against her pillows, "Goten?"
Bra shook her head, "Nope. Trunks!"
His name certainly caught her attention. She hesitated before speaking and then decided against it all together. Bra watched her expectantly- her face beaming.
"He's coming home Pan! Trunks is coming home!"
Vegeta sat in the living room flipping through television channels. His hearing sharpened at the sound of Bra squealing in delight. He listened carefully. So, his brat was coming home. Pan's voice joined Bra's though she didn't sound nearly as excited. And why was that? The two brats went everywhere together. They did everything together. They-
Then it dawned on him.
"No," he muttered to himself as he jumped from his seat and dashed to the kitchen.
Hanging on the refrigerator door was a tacky Calendar Bulma kept for recording things that were in his mind utterly useless. He prodded the strip of days proceeding the current day. His finger faltered. In his mind he did the calculations. He compared their ages. He compared their temperaments. He froze, rooted to the linoleum kitchen floor. They were both going to enter mating season. That's why no matter how much he trained her she couldn't achieve super Saiyan. Her Saiyan blood was waiting for Trunks. He was the only one who would be able to successfully make her transform.
"It makes perfect sense," he said with a faint smile.
Vegeta returned to his chair in the living room and reclined with his feet up. A second thought struck him.
"I should tell somebody right? That would be the right thing to do," he said slowly.
He almost made it back to the kitchen before he imagined the sight of him explaining to Kakarot's brat that their kids were going to have sex and be mated. He then imagined the sight of Kakarot's brat and everyone else figuring it all out for themselves.
"Screw 'em," he grunted before settling back down in his chair with the television remote in his hand.
Well I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I will update as soon as I see some reviews!
