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Chapter 2

Landing in the frost bitten arctic, Pan took in her new surroundings. Absolutely zero trees, and maybe a few caves in the mountains to her right. Looking down, she took note of the thick ice beneath her boots, and the snow banks that rose up to her left.

"I'd have better luck staying low and out of the mountains. Air gets to cold so high up..." She glanced to her left again.

"No option for fire, so how to contain heat?" She walked over to the snow banks, still pondering over the best kind of shelter for the area. Pan tugged the bag higher on her shoulder.

"Igloo with a snow coat to insulate." Over the last few years, she kept to herself mostly. Talking to herself, had been a formed habit of her isolation. It's not like she and Bra had any common interests to talk about.

After reaching the embankment, she noticed a few large paw prints scattered about. Finding game in these conditions would most likely be what improved her situation.

"Bears, wolves, and maybe some snow hares..." She began work on her shelter, the ice underneath her feet being priority, for the moment.

Using a small amount of her Ki, she began carving blocks from the ice. The outline held the appearance of a glazed over sidewalk. After her outlines were formed, she raised and open palm above her head. Sending an attack straight underneath, to separate the ice from the earth.

After arranging blocks in their dome-like shape, Pan began to shovel snow around the perimeter. She built snow up the sides, and over the roof of the roughly built structure. Upon completing her new home, for however long she felt like staying, Pan left for her first hunt in the area.

Meanwhile, above the forest, to the east of West city, Trunks and Goten clashed together. Bright flashes of light were all that could be seen from the ground below, as the two went head to head repeatedly.

Just as Goten's fist was about to connect with the underside of Trunks' jaw, he pulled back.

"Trunks...can we talk?" Goten slowly descended to the earth below. Trunks was grateful that his friends blow deflated, before his teeth were left rattling around in his skull.

Dropping down next to his partner, Trunks noticed the pensive stare he had directed towards his feet. "What's going on Goten? I'm not used to seeing you so serious." Trunks took a seat against one of the larger stones that littered the area.

Goten sat next to him, wondering how to word what was running through his head.

"It's just that... Well that whole encounter with Pan. It's bothering me." His brow lines deepened the more he thought.

"Goten, what's really going on? We both know she shouldn't be out here or risking her life in one of our fights." Trunks crossed his arms, trying to ignore what his father had said.

"That's just it Trunks, she does have just as much right to fight as we do." he crossed his legs and perched himself a little higher on the rock. " Trunks, you're my best friend. But, you really don't understand how much of what we said, really hurt her."

Trunks' shoulders dropped. Pan screaming at him, he could justify. His father taking the time to point out his flawed thoughts and actions, had brought on some remorse. However, Goten feeling so disturbed by their words, made him really think. Goten was hardly thoughtful but when he was, it meant that he had messed up severely.

"What do you want me to say Goten? She's still just a girl. I can't picture her ever being ready to carry the kind of weight that comes with defending the Earth. We eventually die for the people of this planet, and they don't even know what we do for them." Trunks knew he was hitting closer to the truth, closer as to why he had blown up and said what he did.

Goten flinched, "We've already died once for them, remember Buu?" Trunks nodded.

"We've come closer, more than a couple of other times, and all before we even hit twenty years old. Goten do you want that for her?" Trunks was grasping at straws to make Goten see his side.

Goten smiled softly at his friend and dropped a hand to his shoulder. "No Trunks, I don't. But it's not my choice... It's on Pan, whether she wants to fight, or not. It would be her sacrifice and her choice."

"She's too much like Goku, and like Gohan too." Trunks could feel his knuckles turning white, this wasn't a realization that came easily for him. " You said I don't understand how much she wants this... How do you know?" Trunks was giving in, knowing he was at least partially in the wrong.

Goten shook his head. "Maybe you just need to pay more attention. If you can't see what it means to her, after seeing what she puts herself through, then you're blind." Goten jumped down and began some light stretching.

Trunks was more than surprised. Had he really overlooked her to that degree? Maybe he's been too focused on the mundane things in his life, like work and making sure his families company ran smoothly. "I should back off of work for a bit. I wonder if Mom would mind?"

Gotens smile broadened, "Maybe we should both work a bit harder to be better. You think the girls would be upset if I took myself off the market for a bit?"

Trunks burst out laughing, "Oh what ever will they do without you..." With eyes rolling, Trunks dropped back into his stance. "Round two Goten. First one to black out loses and cooks dinner."

Goten placed a hand to his stomach, as it gave a low rumble. "Then I guess you must be ready for a nap my friend, Cause I'm starving!" Following suit, Goten dropped low, then shot forward, trying his best to land a devastating blow to the other Saiyan.

Back at Capsule Corporation, Vegeta turns the corner, leaving Bulma's labs, in the basement of the compound.

Bulma releases a large breath that she'd been holding. Elbows against her desk, and legs crossed before her; Bulma tried to picture what exactly she wanted this new invention to do.

Her most recent talk with Vegeta was unexpected. However, what she had expected, as he strode up to her desk with purpose, were more demands for his precious training equipment.

The purpose for his visit had nothing what-so-ever to do with himself, odd. Her Prince was normally very singularly driven, and he never visited her labs. This must be very important to him.

Bulma was still attempting to formulate how this was going to work as she picked up the phone and dialed in Mount Paozu.

"Hey Chi, I need to ask you about a few things. Is now a good time?" Bulma barely knew where to start. But this wasn't a decision she could make in good conscience.

Chichi held the phone to her ear, anxiety began creeping in. "Is Pan alright?" With Goku gone and knowing how Gohan and Videl had been off working, well that's what they called it. Sticking around just wasn't a top priority for them after Pan had made her choices known.

"Why would you think something was wrong?" This wasn't how Bulma expected her friend to answer. "Pan's doing very well, but she is the reason I'm calling." She heard ChiChi sigh in relief.

"That girl worries me sometimes. I know Gohan and Videl haven't been around her a whole lot in the past couple of years and she only calls me every so often. It was getting to be about that time, so I went and thought the worst. She's just so much like Goku..." ChiChi trailed off in thought after a moment.

"Okay, so then what I'm about to ask, may not come as much of a surprise then." Bulma smiled softly, Pan's regular contact with her Grandmother truly did surprise her. Chichi was always the last to know anything. Normally by the time Chichi finds anything out, someone has either died or is severely injured. That explained her initial reaction.

"Go ahead, what's on your mind Bulma?" Chichi settled herself in a kitchen chair.

Bulma took a breath to steady her nerves. "Okay, Well about Pan, she has made it known recently, that she wants to be a fighter. Well, Vegeta was telling me about her training, like what's lacking, and how she can reach the goals she's set for herself. Chichi, I never realized how much she wants to be stronger... So much drive."

Bulma was still in awe over all that Vegeta had to say about the young Saiyan. He never placed that much interest on any of the other warriors.

Chichi smiled brightly as she listened, she knew exactly how much Pan wanted to fight and be the one for others to depend on... These were the reasons for Gohan and Videl avoiding coming back, they didn't agree and refused to help her reach her goals.

"Bulma, what exactly are you wanting to ask?" Chichi was still smiling, she would give anything for Pan to overcome her weaknesses and reach the heights she strived for.

"Honestly, Vegeta wants me to make a device for her. A device for space travel. Maybe a ship, one that teleports using coordinates or something. A way she can explore and gain new experiences. Maybe learn more about herself, and pick up new techniques from other planets." Bulma knew when she started to ramble she should stop.

Chichi thought for a moment. "Would you be able to know where the ship was?"

Bulma sat in shock for a moment. "... I could install a tracker. Yes." She didn't know what Chichi's thoughts were just yet.

"And would we be able to talk to her?" Chichi realized she was much more like her Grandfather than she thought. Leave it to Vegeta to make some sense though. No one in her own family was willing to train her or help her. Chichi made the decision the she would.

" Of course I could make that possible... Chi, are you really going to let her go?" Never, in Bulma's wildest imagination, did she think this would go over so easily. Chichi hated that her Husband and boys all fought, why was this different.

"Bulma, I would never intentionally hold her from something she wanted this much. Her goals are the whole reason there is a hole in their family right now. Gohan won't help her, and Videl doesn't want her going off and putting herself in danger either." Chichi was almost in tears.

"Bulma it's not that I don't care if she goes, I never wanted this for my babies, especially not for Pan. However, I've learned that their need to fight comes from somewhere deep down inside, there really is no stopping them. This will make her happy." Chichi's voice finally cracked as she imagined the biggest smile on her Granddaughters face.

"Chi, you know if it gets too quiet up there, I would love for you to visit more often. Maybe you could even stay for a while, it's going to take a little bit for me to finish this project." Bulma sat back in her chair, all those anxious little butterflies fled from her belly.

Smiling brightly Chichi nodded. "I would love to. Have Pan call me when she has some time, okay?"

"Alright Chi, I will. It may be a little while though. Pan and Trunks butted heads this morning so she took a trip to sort herself. At least that was what came from Vegeta." Bulma chuckled softly, maybe Pan had been hanging around here too long, she adopted Vegeta's sulking habits.

"Oh my! Well, when she gets back then. If she was really mad, she should've just hit him and been done with it. That's all I have to do." Chichi gave a small laugh.

As the conversation came to a close, Vegeta resumed his walk back towards the kitchen. He was pleasantly surprised by what he had over heard. At least one member of her family saw to the girls needs.

The gravity room hummed as it came to life. Adjusting the gravity settings, and setting the training robots programming, Vegeta settled into his usual routine. The bots whizzed and whirled about his head. Electrical pulses shot from the bots central core, crisscrossing across Vegeta's face as he tilted his head back.

When the beams are expelled, they charge the air surrounding them, this is reaction training. Using his senses to establish location and timing, have become a reliable skill. As a Saiyan, all of the natural senses are intensified. This particular anatomical advancement, allows for a vastly improved use for this type of training.

Vegeta lost himself in the rhythmic discharges of the bots. Twisting through the air, landing flat so he pressed his chest low to the floor, only to roll to the side and flip backwards to avoid shock therapy. All with eyes closed, using the tingling of his flesh and the tangy spike of electricity his nose perceived.

Hours had passed, "Disengage..." The programmed bots froze, levitating evenly through the air. A thought struck Vegeta while his movements had settled into the steady rhythm. Maybe, once the girl returned, he could take on a new student for a short time. Just until her departure. Surviving against the remaining PTO warriors would be a feat in and of itself for her.

The Planetary Trade Organization, well what remained of it, were the Planets and people whom fell under Freiza's control. Many planets may not be aware of Frieza's death, word doesn't travel fast when the ruler is a tyrant. The only people aware of that battles outcome were on Planet Namek at the time, no one made it off alive. New Namek wasn't even in the same Galaxy as the original Namek had been.

Vegeta's smirk was evident as he threw a towel over his shoulder and headed back towards the showers. This could benefit more than just the girl.

Pan shifted against the furs that lined her shelter. She'd brought down enough food for at least two weeks. After cleaning the flesh and fat from the furs, she used them as insulators between herself and the solid layer of ice beneath. She buried the meat under the snow to preserve it. Darkness had settled, she sat back preparing her meal with a contented laziness. A burst of ki lit up her palm as the chunk flesh sizzled and popped.

"I'll head back after the foods gone... Not in any hurry to get back there." She tore into her dinner thoughtfully, recalling conversations between herself and the people she cared for most. Trunks almost held the same opinion as her Papa. Maybe he would react in the same fashion, didn't matter anyways. Pan knew she wouldn't break her resolve, she wasn't alive just to please others.

"I'm going to get stronger, I'm capable of being more than the runt of the litter." her head slowly tilted to the side and her eyes began to sag as she teetered on the edge of sleep.