AN: Hey guys its me! I hope you enjoy the story. It's been awhile. Well anyway I should have another update either next week or the week after. Till later Bye! " " = Talking. ' ' = Thinking.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gohan's POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grabbing Videl by her short black hair, "What's wrong? Scared?" I laughed sadistically.
"Gohan please! Let me go!" The woman said between sobs. I smirked. I was so thrilled to hear her beg, but someone was coming and he needed to clean up before they got here.
"Listen, Bitch, I want you to go up stairs and stay there understood?" I watched as she nodded. Throwing her to the ground. I walk away, into the kitchen and grabbed a rag. I get on my knees, and begin to clean up the blood and debris from both my daughter and my wife. 'Stupid bitches. They should be cleaning up their own mess. It makes me so disgusted in the women in my life. Mother is the only decent one. I'll just have to teach them whose job it is to clean up their messes.' Getting up I threw the rag down the laundry shoot. I walk over to the mantle place and grab the Bounce spray and spray it around the house. Flashing upstairs to change my clothing I can't help but snigger as I hear whimpering from the closet. It made me smirk I took a step towards the closer when a brisk knock at the door tells me that my awaited visitor has arrived. Snarling I flash back downstairs and make my way to the door. Opening it quickly I see a short, flame-haired saiyan. "Vegeta? How-"
"Enough with the pleasantries. Is the Brat here?"
Growling I answer, "No, she went off with Marron to go shopping. Why?" 'Pan is dead if I ever see her with him.' My glare turns deadly toward Vegeta.
"Bra wanted to know if she was alright. She was supposed to call her. The my brat begged me to come and remind her in my way past."
"She's fine! She was just sparing earlier and is planning to go again after shopping."
"Tell her I will be waiting in the gravity room tomorrow at the same time. I want her training to progress as fast as we can get it to." Vegeta smelled something in the air. It was blood! "Do you smell that?"
"Oh yeah? Heh. You see me and Videl got a little carried away last night."
Vegeta turned his nose up in disgust. He knew Gohan was lying about something, but what he wasn't sure. "Don't go into detail. Just tell her to call." Vegeta took off into the air and was nothing more that a dot in the sky in seconds.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Next Day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pan's POV
The scalding liquids drain as I stand here flexing making sure I'm fully healed. I rip off the mask and push the open button. The door swings away and I step out. The cold floor felt like it was ice as my warm body walks up the stairs only hours ago I was thrown down. By the time I get there I was shivering. Turning the hand, I quickly realize it was still locked. I bang on the door a couple times. Nothing. Finding father's ki wasn't very hard. He was at the perverted Master Roshi's house. 'Probably boning Lunch or anyone else there.' I felt around for mom's ki and found it in front of the door. "Mom?" the door's lock clicked signaling it was open. Opening it I see my mom. She looked horrible. 'How could someone do this?' "Are you okay?"
"Fine. You got it worse than me. How are you?"
"I'll be fine. Mom I want you to go to Bulma's."
"I can't leave you here alone."
"I'll be fine. I can handle everything he dishes out. I'm saiyan your not. Your body is fragile compared to mine. You will die if you let him keep doing this. Do you understand? Go to Bulma's. Tell her you need to stay and don't let anyone know your there, and you can't leave until I get you. No one else. Don't let her tell Gohan your there. If she asks tell her you two are having a separation. Be careful." I place a capsule with my black mustang into her hand and fold her fingers around it "Go."
"Pan I can't leave you!"
"Yes you can. Please just go."
"I love you."
Pushing her outside, I watch her pull away in my car. "Bye mom."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two Hours Later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Throwing down the washcloth I grab for the phone. "Hello?"
On the other line I could hear Trunks' voice yelling "Dad, when did you learn to use the phone?!"
"Vegeta?"
"Why haven't you called?" His low whisper told me the Trunks was still in the room.
"I was training and I forgot."
"Didn't your Father tell you." Noticing his voice was its usual volume I assumed Trunks had left.
"No, why did you stop by?"
"Yes, but I left. Were you hurt?"
"No."
"I could smell your blood coming from the house. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Listen is my mom there?" As hard as I could try to block the worry in my voice it still broke.
"Yeah, she arrived earlier. Wanna talk to her?"
"Please."
"Not until you tell me what's going on. I'm your friend. You can tell me anything"
"Vegeta," I sigh knowing he won't stop until I tell him what's been up. "I'll tell you everything. Just not right now, once I get it taken care of."
"Onna, please I want to help you."
"I-I have to go."
"Onna don't hang up!" Too late before he could even utter the last two words she had hung up. "DAMMIT!" He slammed the phone down on the receiver, breaking it.
Looking at the phone as it sat in the base to charge. I felt bad for hanging up on him, but I can't tell him. He would think I'm weak and worthless. He couldn't understand. Feeling for father's ki I realize it is heading toward me. 'I can't tell him about mom.!' Thoughts similar to that filled my head. Making sure everything was done I sat on the couch waiting.
"VIDEL!" Gohan's voice echoed around the house
"She isn't home." Gohan's cold, angry eyes turned toward me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Capsule Corp. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Glaring at the broken pieces Vegeta growled. 'Doesn't she know I care for her? I would do anything for her. What couldn't I understand?'
"Dad?" Bra's voice broke through his thoughts.
"What!"
"Was that Pan? What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"You seem angry."
"I'm fine. You know what? How about we go and drop by Pan's."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In the Lab at C.C.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Bulma, I don't know what to do."
"Why? What's been going on?"
"It's Gohan. We are going through..a.. .separation. He's furious and I'm scared please."
Bulma knew she was lying, but she could see the urgency in the young woman's eyes. "They're in the bottom of the cabinet."
"Thank you, Bulma. You're the best."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Back at Pan's~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"What did you say?"
"She isn't here."
"Where is she?"
"I don't know. Hopefully as far away from you as she can get."
"Excuse me?"
"I said she is far from you!" Gohan went to slap me, but I blocked it. "Getting old?"
Gohan growled when someone knocked at the door. "This is not finished. I will be back and if they aren't here then we will discuss this more." His threat hung in the air as he opened the door to a blue haired woman and a flame haired man. "Hey, guys! Bra, time no see!"
"Gohan!" Bra threw her arms around my father. Vegeta stood there and grunted his acknowledgement.
"Pan!" So Bra finally noticed me. Moving away from my father she ran and pulled me into an embrace. I returned the hug and smiled at Vegeta.
"I am terribly sorry, but I have to go and run some errandsI'll see you all another time Bye!" Gohan left and Vegeta stepped inside and glanced around. The door slammed shut announcing my father's departure.
"Pan, I met the sweetest guy in the mall yesterday and he said he knew you," She pulled me upstairs toward my room. "His name was Deacon. He has a girlfriend and everything he said about her was soo sweet."
"Did he have black spiky hair? Blue eyes? A pierced eye brow?"
"Yeah, you know him?"
"That's my boyfriend."
"You are so lucky! I hate you! Why haven't you told me about him!" She pushed my bedroom door open and sat me on the bed. "Details!"
"Well, he is really sweet and I really like him. We have been going out for a year now."
"Have you...?"She didn't finish her question I knew what she was getting at and Vegeta was probably listening from downstairs.
"No, I don't want to do that till I'm married." As I said that a knock sounded on her door. "Yes?"
"Are you two descent?" Vegeta's voice was muffled through the door.
"Ha ha get in here!" He walked in and eyed us as we laughed.
"Pan, I'm thirsty. Do you have anything to drink?" Bra exclaimed when she was finished laughing
"Yeah, there are some cokes in the fridge. Can you bring some up for me and our dad?" Casting Vegeta a glance, I notice he is staring at watching me. Making eye contact he broke it quickly. Bra ran from the room.
"Why can't you tell me?" His voice was but a whisper.
"If I told would disown me and think me as weak. I can't have that."
"No, I wouldn't. Give me a chance. I will prove it to you."
Bra bust through the door with the cokes. "I got them!" she handed them out to us.
"Bra, I wanted a glass." Vegeta glared at the can. "The last time I had a can I cut up my lips."
"Oh, I forgot. Sorry, daddy, I'll go get you a glass" She looked at me and saw that I was frustrated. She sent me a welcoming smile and disappear through the door.
"Pan, you are the closest person I have. I would tell you anything, and I do. Yet you can't tell me something as simple as to what's bothering you."
"It's just I don't want the only person, other than Deacon, to hate me, and think I'm weak for what I let go on for so long"
"I would never do that. You know what it was like for me with the divorce with Bulma, what I was like. I let you and only you know how weak I was. For that I could never say you are weak."
"It's- "
"Okay here's your glass, dad." Bra said as she opened the door. She handed her father the glass and glared at him.
"Thanks, princess" Opening the can, he poured the liquid into the cup.
"Dad, you better not be pestering Pan. She's really exhausted."
