Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters.

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Definition(s);

1. Kami: God.

2. San: A title of respect.

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Bold—Thoughts

"Blah... Blah... Blah..."—Talking

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Special thanks goes out to S'TarKan for being kind enough to let me borrow a couple of lines from his fic, Team 8. Go read his stories.

Chapter 4: The Circle of Destiny

When Trunks and Vegeta landed on Romula-sei, they were shown nothing but the utmost respect and servitude. After all, the Romula-jins had been their allies for quite some time. Although they were not a helpfully strong race, they had their very own use in the war raging against the monstrous ruler Frieza; their alliance had triggered and encouraged the rebellion on planet Chikyuu.

Known for their legendary ability to resurrect the dead after a few hours of death, Vegeta had recognized their technique as something useful. Therefore, he had sided with the strange, blue species. Vegeta and Trunks were coaxed by King Farren, of the Romula-jins, to attend the great celebration in honor of their arrival and being good diplomats, the Saiyan duo reluctantly agreed.

The festival hall was heavily embellished with bright colors and various ornaments of inter-galactic trade. Food and drinks were served and half-naked women danced for them. Music billowed throughout the halls and all was well until the festivities came to an end. King Farren claimed that they would do diplomatic traffic after his guests were rested and after their heads were clear.

As Trunks lay awake in bed that night, he found that he could not sleep, even though his body craved the release of slumber after the long day he had endured. Lost in his thoughts, his highly tuned senses did not recognize that there was an intruder in his room until he smelt the assassin's fear.

The pungent stench made him jump to his feet just as small ki blast was shot directly at him. Eyes dilated and ki flaring, he lunged at his attacker just as his father barged into his sleeping quarters.

Feeling his mouth curl in slight satisfaction when his ki blast rendered the masked assassin dead, Trunks turned towards his father, unable to comprehend how he knew that a masked alien had been attempting to kill him, "How did you know he was in here?"

"Another imbecile, like this one here, was in my quarters," Vegeta growled in disgust.

"I thought that this was supposed to be politics, not warfare," Trunks mused, ripping the clothed mask off of the assassin's face.

"They're one and the same, brat," Vegeta snorted.

Trunks' eyebrows rose in surprise and he quickly realized that he had a lot to learn about politics.

x-X-x

Ignoring the nausea that threatened to spill from her mouth, Pan quickly sat up and let out a high-pitched screech, "What are you doing here, Bra?"

Doing the math in her head, she figured, If Bra was born, then there must be a Bulma, but that's quite impossible under these circumstances.

Pan resisted the urge to rip her hair out of her head in frustration, How did this happen?

Feeling as though she were missing something, Bra frowned and decided to overlook the informality, "I am Vegeta-sei's Princess. Are you feeling all right, miss?"

Pan let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a strangled gasp, "I–I don't–uh, how old are you, Princess?"

As Bra answered Pan's question, she somehow managed to look angry and fearful at the same time, "In three weeks, I'll be twenty-one. Old enough to mate by my father's standards. Why do you ask?"

Pan managed a tight smile, "I–um, just curious."

Bra nodded, even as Pan inwardly cringed, Oh, great. I'm not in the past, I'm in the present. It's just a different present. I guess Bulma wasn't kidding when she said that more tests needed to be done on the prototype.

Another thought struck her and she involuntarily shuddered, Speaking of that damned machine, where is it? I forgot all about it after waking up in that strange prison.

She inwardly began to panic, even though she managed to sustain a cool exterior, What if it was destroyed? What will I do then? How will I ever get home?

"What's wrong?" Bra asked, unable to shake the feeling that she somehow knew Pan. "If you tell me, I'm sure that I could get my mom to help."

"Wrong?" Pan gave Bra a strange look. "What are you talking about? Nothing's wrong."

"Oh, please. Your tail's twitching," Bra answered with a quick roll of her eyes, as if she were explaining something to a child.

Tail! Pan thought, voicing her thoughts aloud. "Tail?!"

She stood up to confirm Bra's words, but immediately fell over, not used to the added weight.

"If my suspicions are correct, you'll be a little off-balanced for a few hours," a soft voice came from the lavish entranceway.

From her position on the floor, Pan could see Bulma leaning against the door-frame, "Bulma, ho–how is this possible?"

"I think I should be asking you the very same question. I tried to run a background check on you, but nothing came up when I entered your blood pattern into the main computer bank," a Vegeta-like smirk crossed Bulma's features.

"Could you imagine my astonishment when I realized that you actually passed through the extensive and thorough trait typing as a child? Only Demi-Saiyan's can do that and that's exactly what you are," Bulma's smile grew a little wider, even as Pan's face paled and Bra's jaw fell loose.

Laughing lightly, Bulma continued, "I know! And here I thought that Bra and Trunks were the only Saiyan Chikyuu-jin's to cross the universe."

Walking forward to help the fallen Saiyan off of the floor, Bulma helped her sit down on the guest bed.

"Don't worry, little Demi," Bulma assured warmly. "I won't turn your parents in to my mate. Actually, after we have this little talk, you're welcome to stay."

Bulma is always the first person willing to take in others who can't be trusted, Pan thought with a small smile and an inward shake of her head.

Her Bulma would have been thrilled to hear that she and Vegeta would have met, regardless of the circumstances.

"So, what's your name?" Bulma asked, following Pan's astonished gaze to her tail.

"Hmm? What did you say...? Oh, right. My name's Pan Son," she answered absently, growing frustrated when Bulma's flickering tail kept slipping away from her fingers.

Bra laughed lightly at the scene before her, but Bulma's reaction was unseen by the two Demi-Saiyan's.

"S–So–Son?" Bulma asked shakily.

Pan frowned, "Yeah, Son. Why do you ask?"

"By any chance, is your father's name Goku Son?" Bulma asked, anxiously awaiting Pan's answer.

Pan grinned cheekily, "No."

Some things are just meant to be, she mused wistfully.

Bulma sighed with relief and Pan could see that she was relieved by the way her posture seemed to deflate.

"He's my grandfather," Pan stated with a flippant shrug and with those words, Bulma was out like a light.

x-X-x

As Trunks piloted the ship into Vegeta-sei's atmosphere, he inwardly thanked Kami that Romula-sei was one of the neighboring planets.

"You know, I don't think that mom's going to be very happy when she finds out what we did," Trunks started absentmindedly.

Vegeta was not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination, so he grunted from his position next to Trunks.

"It's not that I'm complaining, father, but the massacre that I just participated in will ensure that you and I will not be allowed to go on any diplomatic missions for the next couple of years," Trunks murmured pointedly.

"Good," Vegeta answered with a small smirk.

Suddenly, a high-pitched beeping noise went off, signifying an incoming message. Trunks clicked the orange button to the right and from his peripheral vision, he could see the screen relay Nappa.

"Sire," Nappa started, bowing traditionally.

Straightening to his full height, Nappa stated, "As of ten hours ago, our Queen's planet has learned of Romula-sei's destruction."

Vegeta frowned at the mention of Vegeta-sei's important ally, Chikyuu, the only indication that showed he had heard Nappa's words.

"They are repealing the alliance, claiming that it has been broken because innocent blood has been shed," Nappa's brow twitched. "What would you like me to d—"

Knowing that he needed to nip this in the bud, Vegeta waved his gloved hand dismally, "Enough!"

His impending migraine was only a couple of words away, so he gave quick, short instructions, "Do not report this incident to the Queen, Nappa. I will do that myself. As for these rebelling Chikyuu-jins, well, I will contact them as soon as I land to arrange a meeting. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir," Nappa answered with a quick nod of his head.

The screen went blank then and in its place was a rapidly approaching Vegeta-sei. Vegeta inwardly sighed; he could not wait to get home.

x-X-x

As soon as Bulma came to, Bra decided that it was safe enough to leave. Bulma tried to tease apart the nightmarish tangle of disappointments and failures that Pan's life had become, but she seemed to understand Pan's reluctance to answer her questions.

It was a little unnerving to see how wise this Bulma was compared to her Bulma. While her Bulma was smart and knew a lot of things, this Bulma spent a lot of time thinking about the reasons behind those things.

"Look, I know that you're hurting and I know that your heart has been broken—don't look at me like that. I know what a broken heart looks like—but you can trust me. I would never betray you, Pan," Bulma's features immediately softened and she could almost feel the jumble of emotions coming from Pan as her face first went pale and then pink.

Pan lowered her head, her eyes having grown suspiciously shiny and Bulma couldn't completely suppress a grim smile as she observed the play of emotions across Pan's face because the direction of her thoughts were almost embarrassingly obvious to her.

"Do you promise to keep my secrets?" Pan asked and then inwardly cursed when she heard how wobbly her voice was, how weak and pathetic she sounded.

The naked emotion on the Pan's face made Bulma feel slightly sick. It was a bald reminder of how hurt she was and Bulma swallowed against the lump in her throat as she nodded her head.

"I promise," Bulma replied thickly.

It didn't take much after that for Pan to pour her heart out to Bulma. She told her everything; about her troubles with her father, about her newfound power, about the time machine and most of all, about what had happened with Trunks—leaving out his identity, of course.

Her newfound strength was what had shocked the cerulean haired genius the most; everyone on Vegeta-sei believed that Vegeta was the only one who could turn into The Legendary because of his pure blood line... and he was; Vegeta told Trunks on numerous occasions that it was quite impossible to become a Super Saiyan because of his Chikyuu-jin defect.

Bulma made Pan promise her that she wouldn't transform while she was on Vegeta-sei because she feared that political, domestic havoc and disorder would occur if the others were to have knowledge of this and Pan agreed under the circumstances. Bulma was quick to comfort her, although she didn't really know why and Pan supposed that it was because it was a part of her nature. She also explained about her tail growing back; Vegeta-sei's atmosphere allowed one to regenerate a lost tail because Saiyans were weak without their precious appendages—Pan was just surprised to know that she had one to begin with.

Why didn't daddy tell me about this? He must have had a tail at one point in his life or another, Pan thought, hurt that her father would keep something like this from her, but she didn't dwell on the thought for a long period of time as Bulma also explained in great detail that Pan's scent was so strong because she was nearing season; she learned that if she wanted to sedate the scent, she would need to take some pills.

When Bulma was sure that Pan had digested all of her information, she made a show of sniffling loudly, "I'm so sorry that you had to go through all of that, Panny."

The corner of Pan's mouth twitched.

"He must be blind. I mean, look at you. You're beautiful!" Bulma motioned violently with her hands; Pan blushed prettily.

"It's okay. Really. It's not even that important anymore," Pan sighed, surprising herself by leaning into the hug Bulma was giving her.

Liar! Her conscience hissed. You know that it's important to you!

Shut up! Pan hissed back, remembering something else she wanted to ask Bulma.

"Actually, I would really like to know about my, er, your time machine," Pan said; Bulma blinked a few times.

"Oh! Right," Bulma chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully. "I'll have to a have a little talk with Radditz."

As soon as his name slipped out of her mouth, she frowned. While she found it hilarious to hear about how determined he was to catch Pan by roaming all over the palace, the simple fact was that he had waited and still hadn't said anything about Pan irked Bulma to no end.

"In the meantime," Bulma placed her hands on her hips to make it a point that she wouldn't be refused. "You'll be staying in the room next to Bra's. It's an adjoining bedroom on either side, so you'll be able to talk to her if you need anything. My son is on the other side."

She sighed then, reminiscing, "We had to keep a room in between them when they were children because they would try to kill each other all the time."

She hadn't noticed that she had gotten off-track until Pan cleared her throat awkwardly.

"Yeah, well, they're pretty much like that back home too," Pan said, shrugging casually, but was inwardly shaking; she would be roomed right next to the person whose fault the whole reality jump was to begin with.

"Let's get you that pill," Bulma said, motioning for Pan to follow her. "And while we're at it, we can get you some weights too since I'm sure that you're just dying to test your newfound strength."

Pan nodded her head eagerly, the thought of being roomed next to Trunks fading fast from her mind as Bulma continued to explain what were the best type of weights she should use, "I think that you should use the heaviest material we have, backed with thick leather for the seams and the inserts. You can even increase the load as you get used to it. I even have a special room for you to train in, so that the level of your power can remain undetected."

At Pan's surprised look, Bulma laughed shortly, "Hey, I'm a Saiyan too or did you forget?"

As if to prove this point, Bulma's tail decided to wriggle around a little.

"Um, yeah, about that... how exactly did you become a Saiyan?" Pan asked curiously.

Bulma grinned wickedly, "Well, I'm not a full Saiyan. Like you, I'm only part Saiyan because I didn't want to forget about my Chikyuu-jin heritage... Say, have you ever heard of a little thing called Dragon Balls...?"

x-X-x

When Vegeta and Trunks finally landed on Vegeta-sei, there were two Saiyans waiting for them. The first one was Bardock, the head of strategical commands. Bardock was one of the very few Saiyan's Vegeta gave the slightest respect to and the only Saiyan who would openly take the opposing side in an argument if he felt it needed to be brought to light. He had raised Vegeta as his own son when his father was too busy slapping women around in the harem or out purging a planet for Frieza.

The second Saiyan was Trunks' mistress and Vegeta took great pleasure demeaning her every chance he got. This time was no different; his upper lip curled in disgust when he saw the filthy female. He supposed that she might have been considered pretty once, but she didn't hold a candle to his daughter and she didn't have the intelligence and pride his mate carried. In Vegeta's opinion, Trunks' little toy should have been used during his first rut and then cast aside with the garbage; nothing more and nothing less.

"Sir," Bardock gave him a short nod.

As he began to converse with Bardock, Vegeta could see Trunks being whisked away out of his peripheral vision and he inwardly shook his head, You're such a stupid boy, Trunks. Can't you see that you're just being manipulated by that dirty whore?

x-X-x

The next couple of hours passed by Pan in a miserable blur. She was bruised, tired and cranky at how thoroughly she had been schooled all morning. Despite the fact that she had acquired new power, she still didn't know how to control it and found her new sparring partner a formidable opponent, especially since she been wearing leg and arm weights the whole entire time that she had been sparring with said opponent.

It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't ever seem to match her opponent in the department of speed. Possibly the most irritating thing about this experience was the eerie smile her opponent wore the whole time. Pan was used to a variety of expressions from her opponents. Sneers and emotionless masks she was used to, having known both Vegeta and Trunks. Scowls were the norm with her father and bored calculation was to be expected from Piccolo, so it was a little odd to fight someone who never stopped grinning, even on the rare occasions when Pan actually managed to land a blow.

Bulma's idea of training consisted of Pan and her opponent, Ryuk, sparring for nearly two hours straight, while she watched, nodded thoughtfully and took notes. By the end of those two hours, Pan realized that Ryuk was starting to take it easy on her, which actually stung her pride a little bit; that drove her to fight even harder, but every blow she landed was just further proof that her partner was holding back.

Finally, her partner went to make one of his flying spin-kicks, but was just a hair slow on the launch. Instead of ducking or blocking, Pan stepped inside the kick and sunk her left first into her partner's stomach. Ryuk fell down for the first time that morning and when he got up, he was still smiling, but Pan realized that he was also breathing heavily.

"All right," Bulma called, startling both Saiyans. "That was a really good match. I think you will make an excellent sparring partner for Ryuk, Pan."

"What are you talking about, Bulma?" Pan asked, shaking her head. "I barely hit him at all."

"Pan..." Bulma said in a disappointed voice that made Pan's skin crawl. "This was just an assessment. Not many people on Vegeta-sei can hold their own against Ryuk and especially not for two hours. I've never seen anyone wear him down like that since he first learned how to fight."

Ryuk nodded then, "Our Queen is correct, Son-san. We must train together, so that we can harness our true power."

"True... power?" Pan repeated dubiously.

"Yes," Bulma cut in gravely. "It is one thing to be born with true power, to be given talent that one has not earned and it is quite another to be like Ryuk, a third-class Saiyan who has no special abilities or skills, other than that of his own determination to be the best. His willingness to work for his goal is going to take him far in life."

Pan frowned as she considered Bulma's words and seconds later, she gave a sharp nod as she made up her mind, "You're right."

"Good... Ryuk!" Bulma barked. "You still need to work on your endurance if Pan can wear you out. Double your weights and run five laps around the palace!"

Ryuk practically cheered at this announcement, which confused Pan even more, but as he strapped heavy bracers to his forearms and began running out of the training room, Bulma took Pan aside to work on her forms.

While Pan loved to spar, she had never had a lot of individual instruction before, so it was a novel experience as Bulma had her settle into one fighting stance after another and began correcting her posture and foot placement. At first, all the tiny adjustments seemed silly. Did it really matter if her left foot was turned slightly outward instead of slightly inward? But, then she remembered who she was with and did as she was instructed. When Bulma then had her shift from one stance to another using the corrected forms, Pan was surprised at how different it felt.

Her surprise must have been visible because Bulma began to explain the reasons for the corrections. The turned in foot affected how the knee flexed and allowed her to retreat more fluidly if she faced a strong attack. The slightly flexed rear knee allowed her to chamber a kick with that foot an instant faster. After each explanation, Bulma would ease her through the motion, making Pan repeat it at least three times so that the proper form would have a chance to engrave on her memory.

Next, they began working on punches and blocks in conjunction with the corrected stances. Everything seemed to flow together much better than Pan remembered, especially since Bulma's voice seemed almost hypnotic as she talked Pan through all of the basic moves. She never seemed to lose patience or become distracted and Pan found it a little unnerving, but she was more entranced by the way everything seemed to flow together.

Time passed a lot quicker than Pan realized because they had just finished running through all of the basics when Ryuk staggered into the room, red-faced and breathing hard, so of course, Bulma immediately had them spar again. It was slightly more even this time; Ryuk was clearly winded, though he soon got his breathing back under control and Pan's movements were a little smoother as she occasionally scored a glancing hit on her opponent.

Ryuk was sweating hard, but he was still smiling as they fought. Dimly, Pan realized that for Ryuk, fighting when he was tired was just one more challenge for him, another way to make himself a little bit better and then she wondered if she should start worrying when such an odd person began to make sense to her. It was after eleven o'clock and they were both considerably worse for the wear when Bulma called a halt to the sparring.

"That's enough for today," Bulma said with a nod, then pointed to a door in the far corner of the room. "Pan, you can go wash up in the bathroom over there. There's a change of clothes that I'm sure will fit you perfectly. Remember to leave the weights here. I don't want anyone to know what you're doing. Ryuk, you should go get washed up as well. You have to report for outer-palace guard duty soon. I expect to see you both here tomorrow at the same time."

Ryuk nodded sharply and Pan watched with some amusement as he struggled to keep upright as he followed Bulma out of the room. Pan walked a little slower toward the bathroom in the training room and as soon as she cleaned up, she found herself wandering the palace and ending up in another training area.

She studied all of the men sparring with interest and frowned in disappointment when she noticed that they were all paired up with one another, Well, that sucks.

She felt new energy flowing into her limbs and wanted another worthy challenge. Seeing that she wouldn't be getting that anytime soon, Pan walked off to the side and sat down to study their techniques more closely, much like what Bulma had done to her earlier. She watched each pair spar with interest and found that the most interesting pair to watch was the one in the left corner.

Although she couldn't see the actual faces of the men sparring, she could pick out their ki signatures easily. Somehow, their technique felt familiar; it was almost as if she had known that technique before. She watched with rapt fascination as a man came crashing into the wall on her right. He sank to the floor and rubbed his head gingerly; when she began laughing, some of the other sparring pairs took notice of her.

"What do you call that?" Pan asked, laughing at the man's stupidity. "I saw that coming two kicks and a punch before you got sledge-hammered."

She was oblivious to the little circle that was gathering around her.

"I mean, everyone knows you never try defend high after your opponent begins punching higher. He's just trying to get into your defenses. In the long run, he will sweep you off your feet," Pan said pointedly to the glaring man as she tried to control her laughter.

"And in your case, mold you into the wall," she began laughing uncontrollably once more.

"Well, well, isn't this interesting?" One Saiyan commented with a sneer.

"What do you think you're doing in a first-class male training facility, little one? Hmm?" Another Saiyan questioned mockingly.

"I came to spar," Pan said, laughing lightly. "But, you all seem to be occupied. After seeing the display your friend here put on, I'm sure it wouldn't be worth my time anymore."

Pan lifted her nose up in the air haughtily and floated to her feet.

"But, let me tell you what," she threw over her shoulder, intending to leave. "I'll come back for a visit."

Grinning wickedly when she felt several ki's flare at her words, she thought to herself, Saiyans are so easy.

"I'll fight you, little one," a masculine voice said behind her.

The man behind her missed the sharp grin that flashed on her face, Good boy.

x-X-x

For as long as she could remember, Ruuka Moon had loved Trunks Vegeta Briefs. It didn't matter that he was the crowned prince of Vegeta-sei, or that his father and sister couldn't stand her, or that he was seven years her senior. She fell for him hard the day he saved her life.

Back then, she had been a fourteen-year old Saiyan girl whose future had looked bleak and whose throat had been nearly swollen shut in fear as she approached a rather large group of Saiyans sitting in a bar that wasn't anywhere near Trunks' infamous taste. She remembered propositioning him, knowing that her only other choice was to be tossed back onto the streets, even as the rowdy group of Saiyans surrounding him had fallen unusually silent.

Trunks had regarded her from the dark fringe of his lashes and then flat-out refused her. She remembered panicking, knowing that he was her last chance, even as he demanded to know how old she was; the rather large group of Saiyans surrounding them watched on in horror and they all looked disgusted at how she was dressed and the fact that she had offered herself for sex. Ruuka remembered telling Trunks that she was eighteen and how he had called her a liar and demanded nothing but the truth.

It was only when she saw the man standing across the room watching her, the man who had insisted she earn her keep starting that night that she had broken down, sobbing in earnest as Trunks and the other Saiyan men stared at her in stunned silence.

Trunks had flanked her, all but dragging her out of the bar where he took her to Vegeta-sei's palace, sat her down in the lavish banquet hall, made her eat and demanded the whole truth. She confessed that she had run away from home and had somehow ended up on a part of Vegeta-sei that she wasn't familiar with with no money, no way to eat and no way to support herself. She had been picked up by a ruthless pimp and expected to earn her keep by prostituting herself, only she had failed miserably; that night had been her final chance and Trunks had turned her down flat.

After that, there hadn't been any more questions. Trunks had given her her own room in the royal quarters and had his mother look out for her since he had no idea how to take care of her and he had never looked back. Now, here she was in her room with Trunks and he didn't look satisfied at all.

With a mixture of hurt and confusion wracking her brain, Ruuka watched Trunks pace around her room like a caged lion; furiously, almost to the point of marking a path on the carpet of her room. She couldn't understand why he was avoiding her now. She knew that she and Trunks had been drifting apart for quite some time now, but was he no longer comfortable around her as a result?

She wasn't ready to let go of the relationship she shared with the man who had become her lover for the last three years. She loved him and she wanted more than his protection; she wanted his love.

In the midst of his limited wandering, Trunks suddenly caught and held her gaze cautiously. The wariness in his eyes wasn't something that she was used to. He had never been easy, but he had always been hers—her friend, her confidant, her protector. She didn't like the distance that had opened between them in the space of a few hours.

"Is something wrong?" She asked softly.

He shook his head and looked away. She looked down, trying to control the wash of emotion his rejection caused. Across the room, she heard Trunks groan. Then suddenly, he was in front of her, pulling her into his arms.

"I'm sorry, Ruu."

His use of her nickname did little to comfort her and she looked up at him, her eyes an open book.

"I don't understand why you're acting this way, Trunks," Ruuka murmured quietly.

Trunks bit out a curse and clasped her face between his two hands, "Look, Ruu. You will always have a home here, but..."

He trailed off then and as she studied his face, searching his eyes for something, she asked, "Did you even miss me while you were away, Trunks?"

When he didn't answer her right away, she leaned forward, his hands still framing her face, until her forehead rested against his, "I missed you so much, Trunks."

A pregnant silence followed Ruuka's statement before Trunks took a step away from her, letting his hands fall from her cheeks, "I can't do this anymore, Ruu. I'm going to spar. Don't bother waiting up for me."

With that, he was out the door, leaving behind a silent and sullen Saiyan female. Suddenly, she grew angry that he didn't seem to care for her as much as she cared for him and with a loud screech, Ruuka grabbed the nearest thing she could get her hands on and threw it against the wall of her room.

The vase shattered upon impact and she watched as shards of jeweled chips flew in a million directions, cascading around the room like jagged rain drops, much like her heart. It was as if all the strength suddenly fled from Ruuka's limbs because like a candle being snuffed out, her strength was suddenly gone, leaving her weak and defenseless.

She turned away from the door then and sank to her knees, hardly aware of the glass embedding itself into her skin as she began to cry, Why can't you just love me, Trunks?

x-X-x

They came at her all at once and most of them were surprised to see how fast Pan reacted to their attacks. A swift upper cut to one Saiyan sent him crashing next to his unconscious friend. Using a foot sweep, Pan dropped at least three or four men while she dealt with two others attempting an aerial attack. They couldn't feel ki and she used that to her advantage, yet sympathized with their weakness.

An emotion I probably received from grandpa Goku, Pan inwardly scoffed.

Feeling the power strumming through her veins, she realized that she had gotten more powerful due to the new tail and weights she had aquired.

"What's happening?" She heard one Saiyan yell.

"Who is she?" Another voice sounded, causing the smirk on her face to widen.

It was only when a punch connected with her jaw that she got angry. With an explosion of light emitting from Pan's small form, she powered up until she was at the brink of the Legendary, but not quite going over the edge as she had promised Bulma.

Most of the Saiyan men were tossed all over the place because of the concentrated energy being expanded, except for one. Pan's eyes fell on his face and must have widened at least an inch before she visibly trembled.

"I'll take you on, little girl," he said with a smirk.