I hope you like my story; it will be a Pan\Vegeta story. Eventually. Well
have fun. And please review.
Um. I don't think I own DBZ. Hehehehe (
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Pan leans over to clean the panels in the war room. Sometimes she would wish there was another way of life of her. But at last when it came to it, there wasn't. In the end She would still be a servant. She was not lucky enough to be sent away like her grandfather or her father. She had to face reality she was a servant to the Royal family. And it could be worse. She at least had shelter, she had clothes, and she was fed.
She pulls out a cleaner cloth to polish. She is very careful not to press any of the buttons; she cringes when thinking about the punishment she would go through if she causes anything to go off.
She looks over to guard standing at the door way, he is her uncle, yet he treats her as if she is so far below her he would rot if he so much as greeted her. But that is how things went in this world. This is Saiyan rule. And this is her life. `-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`- `-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-
Vegeta looks at his father and sighs.
"I told you, you need to find a mate." His father tells him. Like he has told him since he turned twenty, and after ten years he still did not give a damned about settling down with one whore.
"I'll think about it." He tells his father not wanting to argue. He looks around his bedroom and ends up sitting on his bed for lack of a better place. "Did you come here just for that or is there another purpose you had in mind by being here?"
"Maybe I came to see my son." King Vegeta grinds out to his son.
"Bull shit." Vegeta says as he lies back on his bed.
"Very well, you will lead the next invasion."
Vegeta jumps and stares at his father. "You're finally going to give me a chance? Are you fucking dieing?"
"You are one of the strongest warriors and you deserve a chance." King Vegeta says to his son.
Vegeta forms an energy ball and sends it flying through King Vegeta's chest. As he looks down at his chest, he begins to melt into another form. You see a flash of blue body wearing Saiyan armor before it disappears in a pile of goo.
"Nappa!" Vegeta yells. "Get in here and clean up this crap."
Nappa runs in to do what Vegeta has commanded. "What happened here, My Prince?"
"Some bastard trying to be my father." Vegeta says as he passes by Nappa. -If I have to act like a excited teen ever again I swear I will kill before finding the truth.-
He just walks out of his room when he hears the alarm go off. It is calling all first-class Saiyans to the war room. He picks up his speed as he hurries to the room. There are just a few warriors starting to get there as he arrives. He looks around to see those who have arrived; he spots a servant shaking in a corner. He turns his head to his father and calls out. "Is there any reason we have a servant in the war room?!"
"She was on cleaning duty when the alarm went off." A young Saiyan calls out. He turns to the "boy" and glares, "Did I ask you?" He screams on the top of his lungs. All movement stops, no one dares to breathe. The tension builds as Vegeta walks to the offending officer. "What is your name?" Vegeta spits as he lifts him by his throat.
"Thereis." He manages to stagger. "I was placed as viewer duty as punishment."
Pan watches in horror as her uncle is thrown across the room. He is protecting her. He had never before even looked at her, now he is acting like her hero! She doesn't understand the insanity.
As the Saiyan Prince looks towards her she nearly faints. He has an angry scowl that marks his handsome face. He walks towards her.
"What is your name?" He asks her.
Pan! Pan! She screams to herself.
"Ellaena," she says. `-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`- `-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`
Pan awakes with a start. She had the dream again. It came so often now.
She swings her legs over her bed and goes to her dresser to choose her clothes. She chooses a pair of Dickies and a black tank top. Grabbing her bandanna and tying it over her medium length hair, she hurries over to her friend's house, Bra.
Pan leans over to clean the panels in the war room. Sometimes she would wish there was another way of life of her. But at last when it came to it, there wasn't. In the end She would still be a servant. She was not lucky enough to be sent away like her grandfather or her father. She had to face reality she was a servant to the Royal family. And it could be worse. She at least had shelter, she had clothes, and she was fed.
She pulls out a cleaner cloth to polish. She is very careful not to press any of the buttons; she cringes when thinking about the punishment she would go through if she causes anything to go off.
She looks over to guard standing at the door way, he is her uncle, yet he treats her as if she is so far below her he would rot if he so much as greeted her. But that is how things went in this world. This is Saiyan rule. And this is her life. `-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`- `-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-
Vegeta looks at his father and sighs.
"I told you, you need to find a mate." His father tells him. Like he has told him since he turned twenty, and after ten years he still did not give a damned about settling down with one whore.
"I'll think about it." He tells his father not wanting to argue. He looks around his bedroom and ends up sitting on his bed for lack of a better place. "Did you come here just for that or is there another purpose you had in mind by being here?"
"Maybe I came to see my son." King Vegeta grinds out to his son.
"Bull shit." Vegeta says as he lies back on his bed.
"Very well, you will lead the next invasion."
Vegeta jumps and stares at his father. "You're finally going to give me a chance? Are you fucking dieing?"
"You are one of the strongest warriors and you deserve a chance." King Vegeta says to his son.
Vegeta forms an energy ball and sends it flying through King Vegeta's chest. As he looks down at his chest, he begins to melt into another form. You see a flash of blue body wearing Saiyan armor before it disappears in a pile of goo.
"Nappa!" Vegeta yells. "Get in here and clean up this crap."
Nappa runs in to do what Vegeta has commanded. "What happened here, My Prince?"
"Some bastard trying to be my father." Vegeta says as he passes by Nappa. -If I have to act like a excited teen ever again I swear I will kill before finding the truth.-
He just walks out of his room when he hears the alarm go off. It is calling all first-class Saiyans to the war room. He picks up his speed as he hurries to the room. There are just a few warriors starting to get there as he arrives. He looks around to see those who have arrived; he spots a servant shaking in a corner. He turns his head to his father and calls out. "Is there any reason we have a servant in the war room?!"
"She was on cleaning duty when the alarm went off." A young Saiyan calls out. He turns to the "boy" and glares, "Did I ask you?" He screams on the top of his lungs. All movement stops, no one dares to breathe. The tension builds as Vegeta walks to the offending officer. "What is your name?" Vegeta spits as he lifts him by his throat.
"Thereis." He manages to stagger. "I was placed as viewer duty as punishment."
Pan watches in horror as her uncle is thrown across the room. He is protecting her. He had never before even looked at her, now he is acting like her hero! She doesn't understand the insanity.
As the Saiyan Prince looks towards her she nearly faints. He has an angry scowl that marks his handsome face. He walks towards her.
"What is your name?" He asks her.
Pan! Pan! She screams to herself.
"Ellaena," she says. `-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`- `-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`
Pan awakes with a start. She had the dream again. It came so often now.
She swings her legs over her bed and goes to her dresser to choose her clothes. She chooses a pair of Dickies and a black tank top. Grabbing her bandanna and tying it over her medium length hair, she hurries over to her friend's house, Bra.