This chapter is a bit dull, mostly plot stuff. Tell me what you think. I'm not that sure if I'm happy with it *shrugs*

"He was the strongest in the universe?" Pan asked as she blocked a blow to her arm.

"Yeah. He fought incredibly. Just about beat Frieza. But he hadn't won. Namek was destroyed, with your Grandpa Goku on it." They stopped sparring and Pan put a comforting hand on her father's shoulder. Gohan smiled sadly at her and positioned her legs into a fighting stance.

"Let's try again." Pan was a good fighter, with a laser or a small blade, and she knew how to hit somewhere so it hurt, but all that seemed like nothing compared to what her father knew. He was a great martial artist, but since he hadn't been training, his power had dropped a little.

Pan knew that as great as a leader of ToR Gohan was, the other humans would outcast him if they found out he was a powerful, fighting Saiyan. Saiyans were the enemy. But Pan was part Saiyan. Did that mean she was supposed to be an enemy to herself? Eradicate anything in herself that was Saiyan-like? Things just became a whole lot more complicated.

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Vegeta remained perched cross-legged in a tall pine tree, meditating. Well mostly thinking. He began to wonder why all the humans feared him so much. He was just one man, just one defeatable-by-an-army man, right?

But no. Vegeta smirked with his eyes closed. He was Saiyan, and he had the perfect, royal, first-class blood flowing through his veins. Though one thing still bothered him. Kakarott had achieved the level of Super Saiyan and it didn't matter how much training Vegeta did, he just wasn't able to turn SSJ. It infuriated hi to an even greater level, more than these weakling humans did; but then again, he shouldn't really need to be able to transform into a super Saiyan. He was the strongest being in the universe, right? He had nothing to fear. But it still plagued him that a third class human-like Saiyan had reached the next level when he could not. It was his birthright, to become the legendary!

Vegeta relaxed his tense muscles and opened his eyes. 'Perhaps I need something other than training to help me achieve my full potential' he thought. 'Maybe… something else…'

King Vegeta glanced down from his tree. It was that black haired brat and her friend. He found his mouth twisting in disgust, as though his tongue had detected some foul taste as he looked upon them. The girl was smiling, happy and carefree as she chased the boy around. 'It must be the same, stupid game again'. Vegeta growled and hovered above the branch he had been resting on. Perhaps a good kill would help relieve his mind. Wiping the brats' ridiculously happy faces off the planet would do him some good.

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"So what do you want for your birthday? C'mon Pan you must be able to think of something that you want. Not something you need, or might be practical, or something you can just give to the ToR. Something for you, Pan."

"Nothing. No Jeff, don't give me that look (Jeff was giving her a look) I don't want anything, not anything at all. Don't I have everything I could ever need? Mum, Dad, Grandma, the ToR and you." Redness crept over Jeff's cheeks and he put a hand behind his head and scratched it.

"Uh, well Pan. I guess.." She smiled at him, making him blush further.

"Look, if you want to give me a good birthday present, let's do something nice together. We could go see a movie or you could take me to dinner."

Jeff grinned at her, a great idea in his mind, or at least he thought so. (No, not that you hentai's!)

"I'm sure Gohan would approve of this!"

"What?" Pan laughed and allowed herself to be pulled away by her boyfriend.

"But seriously. Pan-"

Her thoughts wondered and her smile faded and she looked up. Vegeta stopped in mid air, right near the top of the pine tree, sick of their 'happy little moments'. He felt as though Pan's eyes had found him out. She seemed to be looking right in his direction.

But Pan hadn't actually seen him.

"Jeff...What do you think it would be like to fly?"

"...-Uh?"

"Wouldn't it be great, to fly? I wonder what would it be like up there...What a present that would be, being able to fly. Wow." she said softly.

Jeff, thinking she had totally lost it (again, right?) groaned, as though she had said something that was supposed to be funny, then dragged her away.

Vegeta's acute Saiyan hearing picked up everything she had said. The general idea of her 'I wish I could fly'-ing. He stopped moving. Thoughts swung themselves into his mind, but Vegeta shook his head to clear them before heading towards his stolen spaceship.

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8 years later

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'I'm getting a lot better, Grandma, Grandpa. I wish you could see me. The other day I almost beat Mum when we were sparring! You should have seen it. And sometimes Dad just lets me win, he thinks I don't know, but I do. Pan sighed, still thinking.

'You would say I've grown a lot, and that I look a bit like you, Grandma. It's only a couple of months til my birthday now. I'll be 25! I'll start the Trials for ToR leadership soon - I'm looking forward to it. And yes, Grandma, I still have to work on Dad about Jeff. But Mom thinks we'll be getting married and starting a family any time now. Well, miss you. Goodnight.'

Pan closed her eyes and paused for a moment, her hands clasped. She did this once a week, talk to her Grandma and Grandpa. Pan missed Chichi a lot since she had passed away a couple of years ago. Although she had never met her Grandpa Goku, Pan felt some kind of connection to him, a special place in her heart reserved for him. Chichi had told her so much about him before she had died once she found out Pan knew about her Saiyan heritage. She was sure they'd be happy together now.

"One day you'll be married to a wonderful young man just like my Goku and you'll have beautiful little children." Chichi'd use to say, her eyes far off, remembering when she was younger.

"Oh, Pan. You're getting more lovely looking every day.... I can see a bit of Goku in you. It makes me smile to see bits in you from us and Videl's family." That had made her smile with pride. She was like her legendary Grandpa Goku!

Pan missed her talks with Chichi. Her father had been a little distant for a while once she was gone, but now he seemed back to normal.

It was true, what she had thought-speaked to her grandparents. She was getting a whole lot stronger. Jeff hadn't been told she was part Saiyan yet. She would trust him with that secret later. He knew she trained and fought a lot though.

Pan got up from her bed and went to the kitchen. Her parents were out somewhere. A few years ago they would have attended nightly meeting for ToR, but things had quietened down a lot. People weren't even sure if King Vegeta was still on the planet or not. One thing was for sure, his tyranny had subsided. There weren't many killing rampages now. Maybe their King had decided they weren't worth the effort.

Still, little children were brought up knowing and fearing his name, because of what their parents had lived through. Pan still wasn't sure if that was right, to get them all worried about things like the King, at such a young age, but there wasn't much she could do.

Klnock. Klnock.

Pan grabbed her sandwich and went from the kitchen and opened the door on the side of the house. Bandits were still a problem in the area and she had been taught not to take too many risks.

"Bulma! What are you doing here?" Pan had not seen the old family friend for a few months now. Her hair had turned a duller bluish grey, and there were wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, but Bulma still held her beauty. It was hard to keep in mind that she was older than Chichi. She looked at least a third younger than what she really was.

"Are your parents here? I've just invented a new machine we can use for protecting the -"

"No, sorry. They went out for dinner. Would you still like to come in? We haven't talked for a while." Pan thought Bulma was alright, and while they weren't close, she felt she had some kind of duty to spend time with her for the rest of her family. And she was partly interested in this new gadget.

"Well, its what I've been working on for the last few months.." Bulma said as they sat down and continued explaining.

"You see, it..."

Pan inwardly sighed. Now she would have to listen to Bulma's lengthy descriptions of every purpose of all components in the mechanism. She would have rather invited Jeff over. The technologies made her a little bored... Pan and Jeff hadn't seen each other for a few days. He was already taking his Trials for ToR leadership. Hopefully they would get married soon after her birthday... Pan wondered... she had never gotten that gift for her birthday, that gift to be able to fly. Gohan would teach her, but she had never asked. It was as though...As though she had absently reserved that time with someone else. She remembered the King's offer, the way his breath had curled up her neck... As foolish as it would be, and the yelling she would get afterward, Pan felt a little niggling to go and find her King, maybe he wasn't far away from Earth after all. It might be that he was actually -

"Pan." She looked up, startled Bulma sighed, dropping then pen she had been holding to point out some particular detail on the gadget's plans.

"You haven't really been listening, have you." It was more of a statement than a question.

"No!" She said, perhaps a little too quickly. "I was just..Uh..." Bulma smiled kindly at her.

"Thanks for pretending. I'll come back another night, when your parents are here." Pan flushed, and felt a little rude, so she offered that Bulma stay the night.

"On, no. I would be a nuisance. And don't you worry, I have a heap of work I can be doing back at the labs." Bulma smiled once more and left, waving herself off. Pan heard the 'poof' of a capsule outside before returning to her room. She plonked on the bed and pulled the covers around her, not bothering to change.

She would learn to fly, Pan decided by morning. She would learn to fly, by moonlight and without her parents knowing.

She just didn't know why it had to be with Vegeta.