For a few moments all she felt was the wind biting her face as she sped through the air. The sharp chill of it stung her cheeks, bringing out a blush on her copper skin. She was frustrated to her bone, to her core, and sweet jesus she meant her words, though spoken hastily. How could he begin to deny...what was happening between them. She doubted herself, when she heard those words in her mind. Was there anything between them? Was she being a fucking idiot, and had she really driven herself to madness by being with him this time?
"Onna!" Vegeta's voice cut through the speed of the wind as she flew. She was surprised that he had followed her at all, it is was rather childish to take off into the air like some juvenile. She halted in the air with the quickness of one crashing into a brick wall; a dead hault. 'Don't be so eager, Pan.' She told her brain.
She whipped around to look at him, and her blood was at a boil.
The Great Prince made an uncharacteristic decision. He would follow the bitch. So he took off into the air at a pace that was unmatchable; breakneck at the very least. He was at his wits end with need, drowning in an unbearable need to communicate with her. He grit his teeth. He almost hated himself for it. The thought of dependency made him nauseous.
Was it his nature, as a Saiyajin? Was it his chemical makeup in combination with the granddaughter of his enemy that set off the explosion inside of his mind and body? Was it luck? Lust? …Was there really the possibility of fate? Was it fate that they were currently invested in?
Vegeta wasn't an idiot, and while any outsider may have thought he was denying his feelings, the Ouji wasn't denying them as much as he was inwardly beating the living shit out of them.
"Youre a fool, old man." He thought, chasing after the youngest, most undaunted piece of ass that just so happened to cross his patch of the universe. He could feel her at the edges of his consciousness, and it spooked him mildly, as he had never participated in a two way bond. At times he had felt that he was bonded to the blue haired woman, but was always uncertain. That was the cruelest part of that chapter in his life, he thought at times, having the ability to truly know your mate, to have their heart beating in your chest and then not being able to share it. Vegeta sneered at the drama of the statement, but even he was unsure of what a true bond was like, and this left him without any knowledge of how it would be between him and the girl.
The way he could feel Pan wasn't solid yet, but even in its first breath it had startled and enthralled him at the same time. It was intense, insane, and irreparably changing his mind, the way he woke up in the morning.
He questioned himself as much as he questioned anything else in the universe. Was his age a factor? How could they appear back on earth, to fight a battle? Could he really stomach fighting beside her, if they were truly inside some love affair? He grimaced, thoughts of Bulma, and his son, even Gohan came to mind. He didnt give a fuck, at his core, but he did care for her, how much trouble they would create by merely following what felt extremely natural.
The girl had turned to look at him, whipping around in the air caustically. Her sudden movement almost, almost surprised him. He could see her seething. The hair on her tail was standing up like one irritated feline. It didn't turn him on, like one would assume, but it did set his nerves aflame, with attention and some begrudging form of respect.
He looked at her, her dark complexion, her lithe frame. He tried to choose his words.
The girl blinked, watching him, and he hated himself for jumping head on into a second encounter that he had no idea of how he would handle. He didn't have the words or the certainty needed to speak them.
He began to speak, but stopped, and cursed under his breath…he couldn't believe himself.
"I've felt it more than once, more than today. Many times. When I get up in the morning, before I sleep, or, before you go to sleep. I've felt your thought brush at mine."
Vegeta forced the words out, his dark eyes slanted and weary.
Pan controlled her immediate impulse to gape at him, openmouthed. Her shoulder became uncoiled and she unconsciously leaned into him and loosed her guard. She looked at the man sideways, looked at his lips parting.
He looked so strange to her in that moment, and then it hit her that he looked mildly nervous. Unsure of himself. The pompous warrior stood before her unnerved! She waited for his words….
Vegeta watched her consider what he had said. "When we spar its all I can do not to breathe in your scent…" He moved closer to her now. Pan was still as stone. She could feel her heart pounding blood up and down through every vein in her body. She could only pray to Dende that she wasn't blushing like a child, but that maybe it was the slight chill that still made her cheeks red. Somewhere along the line she forgot to be mad at all.
The great Prince's dark eyes came to hers, with the most earnest look she had ever seen him produce. "This….thing is happening, and I can no longer…speak of it as if it isn't real." He closed the gap between them.
He saw her eyelashes, her reddened cheeks and her lips, barely parted, searching for words. He could only breathe. He hesitated, and Pan felt it. He looked into her eyes, and then with one hand, he began to take his gloves off. Pan watched him pull the leather, saw his weathered hands peek out from beneath their usual white covering. She stared at the gloves and his hands because it felt so intensely intimate to her for some reason that she could not look into his eyes, she couldn't meet his gaze. She could only watch, like a trapped bird.
He tucked the gloves into his waistband, and held out his hands to her. They were dark, some parts thick with scars. The gesture was, 'here, here I am. I am here.' All of me.
Pan looked at his face, his face so close to hers and his spread palms. She was struggling not to cry out, or even worse, let a stupid tear fall out. Vegeta could feel her becoming overwhelmed and it made him nervous.
Pan was once again, forever, that child in front of Vegeta-sama.
' I need you, Onna. Come with me. I will show you the way.'
Pan jerked up at the sound…inside her mind. His words were more than she could describe….
She reached out to take his scarred hands, but he grabbed her arms by her elbows, drew her to him and kissed her, ferociously. He bit her bottom lip, tasted her, wanted her, needed her badly.