As they all stood in the room, they all thought about what had brought them to this moment. It had been an agonizing four years. None of them thought that they would ever get to this place in time. One of them in particular thought about her life way before she came into the company of the family she had come to love. This woman, whose name was Pan, had been an orphan on the planet Vegeta-sei for as long as she could remember and the royal family had taken her in in an act of kindness. What she hadn't known was that her parents had been close friends with the royal family way before she was born. She had been brought into the palace but no one had known that she would be the reason for all the turmoil that would come to the planet. This story starts four years ago when everything was peaceful on Vegeta-sei.

"I just don't know what i'm going to do with that boy," King Vegeta said as he walked down the halls of the palace.

"Vegeta, you know you can't make him do everything you want. If he doesn't want a mate, then we can't make him get one.

He'll just have to do it on his own time," his queen and mate said.

Vegeta stopped and looked at his beautiful queen. Her deep, blue eyes that always reassured everyone. Her cerulean hair that he loved to touch at night. He grabbed her hand and she smiled at him. He sighed and she nodded her head, understanding what he was going through.

"Vegeta, you have to give him time. After the last girl you threw on him, he doesn't want any woman in his way. And I know you

don't want him to wait until the last minute like you did with your father. I know it's hard living up to your father's standards and

everything he did, but you can't expect Trunks to do the same. Knowing him he'll find a mate sooner than you'll think. He does have my brains..."

"And the same pig-headedness that gets us both in trouble."

"Yes, dear but..."

"I just thought that Transita would have been a good pick for him. She seemed so perfect for him, but she ended up being so stuck up and not what he wanted."

"You have to know that he's going to want someone who is like him in more ways than one and Transita wasn't like him at all.

He wants a strong saiyan woman that will be able to keep up with him. If she can't do what he asks of, it won't be a pretty marriage,"

Bulma said wisely.

"I understand that now. But I guess we'll have to wait until that right woman comes along."

Bulma nodded her head and they both walked off together, looking just like they intended to be. A strong saiyan king and queen. Aristocratic, strong and knowing what they want in life. Meanwhile, in the city of Vegeta-sei, normal life for the regular saiyans was happening. Except for one saiyan woman. This saiyan woman had struggled for the last four years of her life. Ever since she was twelve she had been an orphan. And since on Vegeta-sei, saiyan children that were twelve were considered of age, she had been living on her own ever since. She was now sixteen and stillstruggling. As she stood in the street looking for something to eat the wind blew her hair into her face. She sighed and moved it out of her face. How she wished someone would come and care for her. Getting a job was hard enough but not having a place to sleep at night was even harder. Especially during the winter months. She was so mad at her relatives. They had never cared for her and they had kicked her out of her home as soon as her parents died. It was cruel and unusual to her. The house she was born and raised in was no longer a save haven for her. It hurt sometimes and she wondered what her parents would think of this. She came out of her memories of her parents and started walking down the streets of Vegeta-sei. As she was walking, she heard someone calling her name. She turned and smiled to herself. It was her friend Marron. Marron ran up to Pan and Pan smiled tiredly. They hugged and Marron put something in Pan's hand. Pan looked at it and sighed.

"I can't take this, Marron," Pan said.

"Yes, you can. You've always taken it from me. What's the difference now?"

"I can't pay you back."

"I don't care. My parents are hardly home as it is and if I need more money I just ask one of the servants."

"Marron..."

"Pan, take it. And don't argue with me. You need to eat. And I don't know why you haven't moved in with me," Marron said as

they started walking down the street.

"I don't want to burden your parents. I just don't, Marron. Besides, i'm fine living on my own," Pan said, faking a smile.

"No, you're not. You barely eat. You have no where to sleep at night and you know the winter months are coming soon."

"I'll be fine, Marron. I've made it fours years on my own and I'm used to the cold of the winter and sleeping on the streets."

"But I wish you would at least come live with my family. They would love to have you living with us. You're my best friend," Marron said.

"I can't Marron. And as a best friend I wish you would honor my wishes."

"Okay, but if you ever change your mind, you know where I'm at," Marron said as she walked off.

"Okay. Bye."

Marron walked off and Pan looked at the money Marron had just given her. She walked to a vendor and got her a meal and when she finished eating it she was very full. She hated having to rely on her best friend to give her money. She walked around the city of Vegeta-sei and sighed to herself. While she was walking she didn't even realize someone was following her. She stopped suddenly and turned around and gasped. There was a tall, well built man with the royal guard saiyan armor on. He had long unruly hair that touched the ground and he had evil eyes. It was her Uncle Radditz and she looked down at her feet.

"Hello Uncle Radditz. How are you," she asked politely.

"Now what are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be at home...Oh that's right. You don't have a home anymore," he said wickedly.

"I'm doing fine out here, Uncle Radditz."

"I'm sure you are."

"Is there something you wanted, Uncle Radditz," Pan asked quietly.

"I just wanted to see how my only great niece was doing. You know your grandfather and your father made me promise to watch over you if something ever happened to them. And that's what I'm doing. I'm watching over you from your father's house," he said with a wicked smile.

"Well I'm fine. I just ate and now I'm going to go look for a job," she said.

Radditz nodded his head and walked off without even saying a good bye. Pan was used to the way her uncle treated her. Even when her parents were alive, he treated her that way. Maybe not as harshly but when her parents weren't around them, he would insult her. But being a saiyan, her pride had made her refuse to not cry. She couldn't show that she was weak. It just wasn't the way a saiyan was. Pan continued walking around the city and just like every other day, she could not find a job to support herself. She sometimes wished that the orphanage would take her. Even if a saiyan child was of age, they would sometimes take the child in if he or she was having trouble supporting themselves. Pan sat down in the sparring park and sighed to herself. If only life had been kinder to her, she wouldn't be in this predicament that she was in. If only her parents hadn't died suddenly, she would still be the happy go lucky child that she was four years ago. She hoped that one day someone would find her and take her away from all this pain.