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Encounters with a Certain King (has anyone read that fic, Encounters with a certain red-head?)
16-year-old Pan ran laughing into the grassy hill. Her boyfriend from the ToR (Tribe of Rebels), Jeff, was chasing her. And she had to admit, it was a lot of fun. She was dressed in the ToR garb, a plain grey uniform, wearing an orange bandana over her long black hair, She wore a badge, marking
that she had links to the head of her group in ToR. She was, in fact, daughter to the leader-in-command of squads - her father being Gohan, of course.
It was now famed that Son Gohan's family would save the humans from King Vegeta's harsh rule. Although life on earth had become a little easier over the past 10 years, the sky wasn't always blue and it was still difficult for a person to vioce their own, honest opinions. If anyone ever found themselves having thier word against the King's, they'd also find their heads rolling on the floor.
Jeff was great for Pan. He made her more confident, and she was happy. Gohan had been a little protective at first, but Videl had talked to him. Gohan had actually met Jeff before, as he had been in one of Gohan's squads - he knew Jeff would be good to Pan and never hurt her. Gohan was secretly please she had 'found someone' who was part of the ToR. It would just make things a whole lot easier.
Pan kept running, and running fast. She had just accepted herself like any other normal human, perhaps with exceptional strength, but a normal human no less. She had never known she was part of a great Saiyan bloodline, or that she might be able to fly, or that her father could throw huge ki blasts - she never knew. Videl was aware there was always the potential for Pan to be as great as her father, or perhaps one day more powerful than him.
It was safer, they had decided, not to tell her and get her worried. Hopefully she wouldn't one day discover her power or accidently hurt someone. If she wasn't able to control her power though, who knew what could happen. It never occured to either of her parents that if Pan was trained, she might be strong enough to stand her own against Vegeta in battle. Not actually win, but be able to throw at least one punch that would hurt him.
So - Pan was being chased by Jeff, her hair blew in the light breeze and it flowed out behind her as she streaked into a park. There were a few scattered trees, somewhere to hide if Jeff came along to continue their little 'hide and seek' game. Pan smiled and ducked around a huge oak, waiting.
She saw a man walk silently into the paark, his arms hanging freely by his sides. Pan watched him, wary of this strange man.
He had long, strangely spiked black hair that stuck up. He wore the normal clothes of a civillain; plain pants and a shirt of some sort. His was open- collared, and Pan could see some 'well-toned' muscles. Overall, he looked like he'd be in his early 30's.
This man stopped, and turned, looking at the way he had come. Then he faced the direction he was walking again, standing still.
Pan decided, despite all her 'don't talk to anyone you don't know, or who's not a member of ToR' lectures, that she would go and greet the man.
She stepped out from behind the oak tree, feeling a little foolish and realising how strange it would be if she was that man, with people just popping out from behind trees. But, he didn't seem at all surprised to see her.
"Are you lost?"
The words jerked him. The last time..
Vegeta stopped his thoughts and took a closer look at the young woman. He sensed a tiny power coming from her, as though the rest was bundled up somewhere.
It would be good if he could get a training partner. Or train her. Give him something to do. So, instead of blasting her past oblivion, he asked her a question.
"Can you fly?"
Pan was stunned. What? OK - I think that this man has been taking way too much of his medication today...She played i cool and acted casual, deciding not to answer at all.
The man started to HOVER above the ground!
"What sort of microscopic jet pack do you HAVE? Amazing! No one can FLY!"
Vegeta gave an inward groan. Just another pathetic human. Useless. She seemed over-exhubereant and lively. Too much so.
"Who are you?" Her eyes were an intriguing coour of black, Vegeta decided. Obviously this girl didn't recognise the face of her King, and since he wasn't wearing his normal suit with the Royal insignia, it was actually a little understandable. Vegeta smirked and crossed his arms (imagining his theme music already? ^_^)
"I was lost. I do not know-"
"I thought you were. I mean, you were just standing there, and you had a really weird look on your face. Where...wait! You didn't answer my question!" Vegeta found it slightly difficult to follow all her little trails of sentences.
"Who are you?"
(Vegeta's theme music again)
"A great warrior."
Pan could easily belive that, seeing his strong muscles. This man might actually be nearly as strong as her father! That was a great discovery. Maybe she could...
"Do you want to join the Tribe of Rebels?"
Vegeta raised a brow.
"Oh. It's where a huge group of us are-"
"PAN!!!" she turned at the call of her name, seeing Jeff running right up to her.
"What do you think you're DOING?" His eyebrows were almost touching.
"What?..I was - "
Jeff gave a quick, horrified glance at Vegeta before putting himself between them. He faced Pan and put his hands on her shoulders, terrified, but trying to keep calm.
"Pan. That's The King."
Pan, seeing Vegeta over Jeff's shoulder, was amazed. He wasn't even dressed in his proper clothes! Maybe this is what he had been tring to do all along, get information out of her. Vegeta smirked more at her rising fear. (do you reckon he'd snicker?)
Pan wrung her hands.
'He could kill me. He could kill me. Oh no! He's going to kill me and argh! I've told the KING that-'
"So tell me more about this Tribe of Rebels," Vegeta looked menacingly 'happy' about tormenting her.
Jeff's plastered horrified look dried, now stuck in place.
"Pan! What have you..."
She let out a tiny moan and covered her face with her hands.
'I bet,' Vegeta thought, 'if you poke her with a stick she starts whimpering' (A/N ok, so Vegeta wouldn't have thought that...)
When Pan looked up again, she was biting her lip, possible so she wouldn't do anything the worsen the situation. The King's eyes lickered at both of them. 'The same style of dress, perhaps the markings of this ToR..' he thought.
"C'mon Pan we have to get away from here. You know how"
"Aren't you forgetting to pay respects to your King?" Vegeta asked. She would have to do it. Otherwise he'd have a nice, good reason to blow her head off.
Pan very daintily walked right up to her King, close enough that she would be able to poke him in the chest, looking him straight in the eye, possibly thinking 'you just don't know how much I want to kick you in the balls right now...' she stood still, defiant.
"Please Pan, don't.."
Pan, keeping eye contact with Vegeta, pulled herself into a bow (a curtsey when she's wearing pants?) saying very sugary and stickily-
"Yes, your majesty," putting a lot of emphasis on the last two words. It was clear she held him in her highest regards of disgust.
Vegeta gave an evil laugh. Not even killing other humans amused him as much as this one did.
Jeff, frozen in place, though still trying to get Pan to move, was startled. 'Oh please don't kill us, please don't kill us, Gohan will make me eat my head...'
"Maybe you should come and visit me sometime" Vegeta said and gave a cruel grin.
Jeff blanched and had a quick, fervent glance between the two of them before tugging on Pan's arm.
"We should really go" he said from between clenched teeth.
Vegeta walked over to Jeff, sizing him up. 'Pathetic, weakling human.'
"Hmph." and walked back past Pan.
"You would fight well. I can teach you to fly," he said softly, just to her.
She stood, confused, and those smouldering pools of his met hers once again before Pan allowed herself to be dragged away by Jeff. Vegeta didn't do anything to stop them.
So THAT was her King.
*
Gohan was furious.
"For your safety! He would have killed you Pan!" She hung her head, but something was biting her thoughts. The way he had...
"But he didn't! I'm fine!" she paused. That was he strange thing. "He...he said...I might be able to fly. He said HE could fly, and then he showed me. Can you..fly dad?" Gohan didn't reply."You can FLY and you never told me?"
Any respect Pan had at that very moment for her father faded. He didn't trust her.
"No, Pan, look - its..." Gohan sighed. "I'm half saiyan."
That stunned her. Her father was like..like King Vegeta! Did that mean her father was evil? And worse, if her father had Saiyan blood...then so did she!
"I'm..part Saiyan. That sure come as a...How could I never have known?"
Gohan sat down at the table.
"We decided that it would be safer for you. If the other leaders of the ToR knew I was part Saiyan, well, guess what would happen."
Pan nodded. Humans were like that. They judged before they knew. Most of them at the ToR were pretty nice, put their kindess wouldn't stretch that far.
"So," she began, a little braver. "What else is there that I should know?"
*****
Remeber, I'm out for helpful crtism, and I'm willing to rewrite stuff here to make it better or easier to understand. Tell me what you seriously think. But if you are going to flame (and I have my powerful fire extinguisher in handy), please don't just write 'this sucks' Give me a deep, detailed explanation of why you hate it so much. That way I can get better Epitaph Munku-JGSPTV ^_^
Encounters with a Certain King (has anyone read that fic, Encounters with a certain red-head?)
16-year-old Pan ran laughing into the grassy hill. Her boyfriend from the ToR (Tribe of Rebels), Jeff, was chasing her. And she had to admit, it was a lot of fun. She was dressed in the ToR garb, a plain grey uniform, wearing an orange bandana over her long black hair, She wore a badge, marking
that she had links to the head of her group in ToR. She was, in fact, daughter to the leader-in-command of squads - her father being Gohan, of course.
It was now famed that Son Gohan's family would save the humans from King Vegeta's harsh rule. Although life on earth had become a little easier over the past 10 years, the sky wasn't always blue and it was still difficult for a person to vioce their own, honest opinions. If anyone ever found themselves having thier word against the King's, they'd also find their heads rolling on the floor.
Jeff was great for Pan. He made her more confident, and she was happy. Gohan had been a little protective at first, but Videl had talked to him. Gohan had actually met Jeff before, as he had been in one of Gohan's squads - he knew Jeff would be good to Pan and never hurt her. Gohan was secretly please she had 'found someone' who was part of the ToR. It would just make things a whole lot easier.
Pan kept running, and running fast. She had just accepted herself like any other normal human, perhaps with exceptional strength, but a normal human no less. She had never known she was part of a great Saiyan bloodline, or that she might be able to fly, or that her father could throw huge ki blasts - she never knew. Videl was aware there was always the potential for Pan to be as great as her father, or perhaps one day more powerful than him.
It was safer, they had decided, not to tell her and get her worried. Hopefully she wouldn't one day discover her power or accidently hurt someone. If she wasn't able to control her power though, who knew what could happen. It never occured to either of her parents that if Pan was trained, she might be strong enough to stand her own against Vegeta in battle. Not actually win, but be able to throw at least one punch that would hurt him.
So - Pan was being chased by Jeff, her hair blew in the light breeze and it flowed out behind her as she streaked into a park. There were a few scattered trees, somewhere to hide if Jeff came along to continue their little 'hide and seek' game. Pan smiled and ducked around a huge oak, waiting.
She saw a man walk silently into the paark, his arms hanging freely by his sides. Pan watched him, wary of this strange man.
He had long, strangely spiked black hair that stuck up. He wore the normal clothes of a civillain; plain pants and a shirt of some sort. His was open- collared, and Pan could see some 'well-toned' muscles. Overall, he looked like he'd be in his early 30's.
This man stopped, and turned, looking at the way he had come. Then he faced the direction he was walking again, standing still.
Pan decided, despite all her 'don't talk to anyone you don't know, or who's not a member of ToR' lectures, that she would go and greet the man.
She stepped out from behind the oak tree, feeling a little foolish and realising how strange it would be if she was that man, with people just popping out from behind trees. But, he didn't seem at all surprised to see her.
"Are you lost?"
The words jerked him. The last time..
Vegeta stopped his thoughts and took a closer look at the young woman. He sensed a tiny power coming from her, as though the rest was bundled up somewhere.
It would be good if he could get a training partner. Or train her. Give him something to do. So, instead of blasting her past oblivion, he asked her a question.
"Can you fly?"
Pan was stunned. What? OK - I think that this man has been taking way too much of his medication today...She played i cool and acted casual, deciding not to answer at all.
The man started to HOVER above the ground!
"What sort of microscopic jet pack do you HAVE? Amazing! No one can FLY!"
Vegeta gave an inward groan. Just another pathetic human. Useless. She seemed over-exhubereant and lively. Too much so.
"Who are you?" Her eyes were an intriguing coour of black, Vegeta decided. Obviously this girl didn't recognise the face of her King, and since he wasn't wearing his normal suit with the Royal insignia, it was actually a little understandable. Vegeta smirked and crossed his arms (imagining his theme music already? ^_^)
"I was lost. I do not know-"
"I thought you were. I mean, you were just standing there, and you had a really weird look on your face. Where...wait! You didn't answer my question!" Vegeta found it slightly difficult to follow all her little trails of sentences.
"Who are you?"
(Vegeta's theme music again)
"A great warrior."
Pan could easily belive that, seeing his strong muscles. This man might actually be nearly as strong as her father! That was a great discovery. Maybe she could...
"Do you want to join the Tribe of Rebels?"
Vegeta raised a brow.
"Oh. It's where a huge group of us are-"
"PAN!!!" she turned at the call of her name, seeing Jeff running right up to her.
"What do you think you're DOING?" His eyebrows were almost touching.
"What?..I was - "
Jeff gave a quick, horrified glance at Vegeta before putting himself between them. He faced Pan and put his hands on her shoulders, terrified, but trying to keep calm.
"Pan. That's The King."
Pan, seeing Vegeta over Jeff's shoulder, was amazed. He wasn't even dressed in his proper clothes! Maybe this is what he had been tring to do all along, get information out of her. Vegeta smirked more at her rising fear. (do you reckon he'd snicker?)
Pan wrung her hands.
'He could kill me. He could kill me. Oh no! He's going to kill me and argh! I've told the KING that-'
"So tell me more about this Tribe of Rebels," Vegeta looked menacingly 'happy' about tormenting her.
Jeff's plastered horrified look dried, now stuck in place.
"Pan! What have you..."
She let out a tiny moan and covered her face with her hands.
'I bet,' Vegeta thought, 'if you poke her with a stick she starts whimpering' (A/N ok, so Vegeta wouldn't have thought that...)
When Pan looked up again, she was biting her lip, possible so she wouldn't do anything the worsen the situation. The King's eyes lickered at both of them. 'The same style of dress, perhaps the markings of this ToR..' he thought.
"C'mon Pan we have to get away from here. You know how"
"Aren't you forgetting to pay respects to your King?" Vegeta asked. She would have to do it. Otherwise he'd have a nice, good reason to blow her head off.
Pan very daintily walked right up to her King, close enough that she would be able to poke him in the chest, looking him straight in the eye, possibly thinking 'you just don't know how much I want to kick you in the balls right now...' she stood still, defiant.
"Please Pan, don't.."
Pan, keeping eye contact with Vegeta, pulled herself into a bow (a curtsey when she's wearing pants?) saying very sugary and stickily-
"Yes, your majesty," putting a lot of emphasis on the last two words. It was clear she held him in her highest regards of disgust.
Vegeta gave an evil laugh. Not even killing other humans amused him as much as this one did.
Jeff, frozen in place, though still trying to get Pan to move, was startled. 'Oh please don't kill us, please don't kill us, Gohan will make me eat my head...'
"Maybe you should come and visit me sometime" Vegeta said and gave a cruel grin.
Jeff blanched and had a quick, fervent glance between the two of them before tugging on Pan's arm.
"We should really go" he said from between clenched teeth.
Vegeta walked over to Jeff, sizing him up. 'Pathetic, weakling human.'
"Hmph." and walked back past Pan.
"You would fight well. I can teach you to fly," he said softly, just to her.
She stood, confused, and those smouldering pools of his met hers once again before Pan allowed herself to be dragged away by Jeff. Vegeta didn't do anything to stop them.
So THAT was her King.
*
Gohan was furious.
"For your safety! He would have killed you Pan!" She hung her head, but something was biting her thoughts. The way he had...
"But he didn't! I'm fine!" she paused. That was he strange thing. "He...he said...I might be able to fly. He said HE could fly, and then he showed me. Can you..fly dad?" Gohan didn't reply."You can FLY and you never told me?"
Any respect Pan had at that very moment for her father faded. He didn't trust her.
"No, Pan, look - its..." Gohan sighed. "I'm half saiyan."
That stunned her. Her father was like..like King Vegeta! Did that mean her father was evil? And worse, if her father had Saiyan blood...then so did she!
"I'm..part Saiyan. That sure come as a...How could I never have known?"
Gohan sat down at the table.
"We decided that it would be safer for you. If the other leaders of the ToR knew I was part Saiyan, well, guess what would happen."
Pan nodded. Humans were like that. They judged before they knew. Most of them at the ToR were pretty nice, put their kindess wouldn't stretch that far.
"So," she began, a little braver. "What else is there that I should know?"
*****
Remeber, I'm out for helpful crtism, and I'm willing to rewrite stuff here to make it better or easier to understand. Tell me what you seriously think. But if you are going to flame (and I have my powerful fire extinguisher in handy), please don't just write 'this sucks' Give me a deep, detailed explanation of why you hate it so much. That way I can get better Epitaph Munku-JGSPTV ^_^