I Never Dreamed

Chapter 10

Vegeta stood at the door of that insufferable whiner Son Gohan. How had he been talked into this again? He felt like he had while taking orders from Frieza, that bastard. This was not something Vegeta wanted to do. It was something he had to do. He thought of the Saiyan heir as he rang the doorbell. This child was going to owe him when it was born. As soon as the next next Saiyan Prince came of age, Vegeta would have an accounting in the Gravity room to make up for it.

Videl answered and immediately started to cry at the very sight of him. "No! There can't be another enemy threatening earth. I don't want to lose my Gohan."

Gohan rushed over and pulled her into his arms. Looking over her head, he dropped his jaw "Vegeta? What are you doing here?"

"I am here to retrieve your daughter for my son. He can not get out of the office."

Videl stopped crying at those words, and looked at him warily.

"How dare you scare me to death like that." She wiped her tears away, and motioned for him to come in. "You never visit, so of course I would assumed the worst."

"No, thank you, I will be collecting Pan and be off." Vegeta refused to enter with a firm shake of his head. The sooner this was done, the faster he could back to doing the things he actually wanted to do.

Gohan gave a worried look. "She is not here. A friend of hers came by earlier then expected. They left for Satan City a couple of minutes ago." Gohan turned to look at his wife, and then back to Vegeta. Gohan's expression turned serious "You know about Pan, don't you."

Vegeta gave a self-satisfied smirk and fired back truthfully. "The boy has told me nothing." With that he shot into the air.

"Ohh, he knows alright." Videl held on to the door, a concerned look sweeping its way over her face. "What do you think we should do?"

Gohan gave it some thought before saying. "I think we shut the door and pretend he never showed up."

Nodding Videl swung the door closed with one hand. "Good idea."

Pan let the wind run through her hair. She had barley believed what she was sitting in. Devero had laughed at her expression "I know it was your favorite one at that car show, so I figured I would bring it over for you."

Pan had been astounded. She turned to Mark, who was driving with expert precision down the winding road. "How did you get a 1975 T-top corvette here?"

"It is amazing what you can do when you have more money then brains, isn't it." Mark smiled as he down shifted. The corvette speed forward and Pan squealed in joy. "I had it sent over so you could see it. It wasn't easy though. Capsule don't have the technology yet to capsulize a classic."

Pan's heart was thundering. She absolutely loved this car! She was so excited she never noticed the powerful Ki that was rapidly closing in on them.

Vegeta noticed Pan immediately. If it weren't for her condition he would simply land in front of the couple. With and irritated sneer he realized he would have to wait until they stopped some where. Looking further down the road he realized there was a T in the road. Ah ha! Landing he waited on the road for them.

It didn't take long for the yellow corvette with fine black pin striping to come into focus. Vegeta felt his face twitch a bit as he waited for the car to slow down for the turn. Yep. any minute now. Any minute, now?

Mark was bragging to Pan about his driving. Reliving some of his older more impetuous days. "I will show you what you learn in stunt driving school. Don't worry too much about the speed, I attended the Richard Petty driving academy three years in a row. Now that was the class of a lifetime, everyone should go." The car whizzed into a power slide, going side ways on the road. Pan screamed in fear. She was not worried about herself. It would be a shame to ruin such a lovely machine after all.

Vegeta unnoticed by the occupants considered staying just were he was and powering up. That was no good. The car would impact and Pan could get injured. The possibility of him hurting his grandchild was enormous. Jumping out of the way at the last second the car zipped past him. As he lay in the gravel at the side of the road in a cloud of dust, he began to wonder why he was even out here. But hey, more importantly, wasn't that a 75 corvette that kid was trying to destroy?

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A half an hour later Vegeta burst into a small Bar and Grill in Satan City. He would have been there sooner if he had not take the time to admire the corvette, with all leather interiors, and several added features parked just outside.

He was no longer in the mood to play around. He wanted to go home. Grabbing the phone out of his chest armor, and called Capsule headquarters. "Trunks Brief, Now!" Not the usual `'please' for the Prince of Saiyans. Oh no! "I wanted to let you know that we are all at Chester's. As soon as you get here to pick Pan up, I am going to kill that no account speed demon she is with." Vegeta barked back into the phone. He was unprepared for Trunks' sudden spewing of excuses. "Listen, I am dirty, hungry. Plus there is no room in my armor for my wallet. That woman, you call a mother, made sure I had this cellular device so she could reach me, but not so much as a slot for a credit card. So I am completely out of cash. I don't care how you do it, boy! Get down here before I blow up this entire section of the city, your mother be damned." As he hung the phone up he looked at the 24oz steak being carted by him. This was worse then working for Frieza, much, much worse.

It was then, a hand grabbed his arm "Vegeta?" Pan looked at him in surprise. "I thought it was you. What are you doing here?"

"Car trouble." The black eyes narrowed on the person who had caused his discomfort.

"That's too bad. Hey come over and sit with me and my friend, Mark." Pan smiled shyly. As Vegeta began to shake his head she added, "He said he would pay for your dinner."

At that moment the biggest hamburger he had ever laid eyes on danced past his face on its way to a table.

Pan watched as Devero did the impossible. He was endearing himself to Vegeta, of all people. Vegeta was eating with great zealous, while recounting tails from his past. Devero smiled at Pan. Then nodded to the waitress to pour another drink for Vegeta. Who gulped it down just as he had his last seven glasses, "What is this stuff?"

"It's Jim Beam, straight I might add." The waitress shook her head as she answered.

After she had moved away Devero muttered to Vegeta. "Back home we just call it juice."

"I think I want to move to America. The juice we have here is more of a fruity variety. My woman likes to try and mix health powers and such in them. It tastes horrible." Vegeta said with no ill effects, as of yet.

Pan let out laughing and Devero joined in.

"You know, I like you, boy. It's to bad I will probably have to kill you later. " Vegeta turned serious as he looked at Devero. "I normally can not tolerate anyone."

"I can vouch for that!" Pan added, thinking of the history between her Grandfather Goku. "But Vegeta, Mark is pretty special. He is the only guy I will even talk to these days."

"Not true!" Vegeta started to laugh drunkenly, "You talk to Trunks. Or maybe you just sleep together." With a shrug he grabbed more French fries. "I don't really know nor do I care. Just as long as I do not end up in the middle of a mess like this again."

Pan blushed and ducked her head down. Devero paled a bit and looked to Pan. "I think I will call his wife to drive him home, now."

Pan dug in her bag and handed Devero her cell phone. "Yea maybe we should have done that earlier."

Devero tossed through the contacts until he came to the Capsule Compound contact.

Pan sighed, "Thank you for calling for me. If Trunks does answer, please don't tell him I am here."

Mark knew that was not about to be a problem. Right now, Trunks Brief was neck deep in paper work. Or so Mark thought.

Next chapter is going to be great! I don't want to give anything big away but… oh what the heck. It is what you have been waiting for Trunks and Devero are about to go toe to toe, in front of Pan. Is there anyway this earth boy is going to stand a chance against the power of a trained Super Saiyan? Look for it!