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Vegeta stared at the ruined punching bag on the floor and back to the new one he had hung up in its place. Ever since the doctor had delivered the news of Pan's injury he had locked himself out here, away from everyone else. He had even somehow managed to cut off his connection from Pan. He had caught enough of her feelings to know she was suffering without having to deal with his emotions too. There was also the child to think of…He could sense it….but just barely…...

He wanted to kill the half breed brat he called his son for what he had done to Pan. But he knew that he couldn't, neither Pan nor Bulma would forgive him for that. Vegeta punched the wall in rage, leaving a dent in the wall, his eyes taking in the training room, the last moment before his beautiful Saiyan Princess fell…. He was not one who was usually ruled by emotions, but he had also never known this strange feeling that Pan brought out in him, and mixed in that feeling was a fierce protectiveness and he had failed to keep her safe.

Vegeta looked up as the door to the gravitation room opened, and his eyes widened in surprise, his heart in his throat as he took in the sight of his beloved Pan. Her shirt was soaked, but he didn't know from what and her left arm and hand were a bloody mess. He looked at her, the way she floated, the way her legs hung and he took a deep breath to fight back the rage growing in him.

"Vegeta…."

"Are you daft woman? You should be resting," he growled picking up a towel to wipe himself down.

Pan watched Vegeta, her eyes taking in the sight of him, the way his muscled chest gleamed with sweat, the way he moved, and the way he looked at her. She couldn't read anything in his eyes, or feel him in her mind like she used to. Why couldn't she feel him? Was their connection gone? Did he not feel for her anymore now that she wasn't whole? She blinked back the tears threatening to spill and winced as she floated forward.

"I just wanted to see who was in here….I can't feel you anymore so….I didn't think it was you…Why can't I feel you anymore? Is our connection gone? Am…am I not…." Pan took a deep steadying breath, " I understand….I understand if you don't want me now that I'm not whole….I don't think I could even feel you if we…"

Pan stopped and looked at Vegeta where he stood, her heart sinking lower and lower. He hadn't once tried to hold her, to touch her. Was he that repulsed by her now?

"I'll leave you be…." Pan said, turning and wavering slightly.

She was using too much energy to float when she should have been resting. Vegeta noticed how fast the blood was dripping from her hand and arm and growled.

"What did you do to yourself? Get over here," he growled.

Pan looked at her injured hand then over at Vegeta and shook her head.

"It's nothing. I'll take care of it."

"That wasn't a request brat."

Pan saw the look in his eyes, he looked at her with anger as he looked at her injured arm. Pan tried in that one moment to flee, but she was too weak, and too tired to fight as Vegeta rushed her, catching her in his arms. Pan struggled against him, not wanting him to hold her, to feel the press of his body against hers if it meant she would never feel it again.

"No! Let me go!"

Her words were half a wail that cut Vegeta. He never wanted to hear that tone in her voice directed at him. He hated to see her like this. The proud young saiyan warrior cut down and nearly helpless. No….that wasn't right. Pan would never be helpless.

"Enough little one. I'm not going to hurt you," Vegeta said, as he bit gently on that spot on her neck, where it meets the shoulder.

Pan gasped in surprise with a high pitched whimper before going still in Vegeta's arms. What did that mean? That he still cared? Or was it just to make her calm down? Her mind was baffled by all these thoughts that she just wanted to scream until she was too hoarse to speak.

Vegeta scooped Pan into his arms and carried her over to sit in a chair in the corner.

"You need to bandage that arm," he growled, as he opened the first aide kit on the wall, " What did you do to your arm?"

"I cut it on a piece of the vase I broke," she replied.

"How did you break it?"

Pan squirmed beneath his gaze, wondering if her response would evoke anger.

"I threw it at Trunks…."

Vegeta raised eyes at that.

"What?"

"He was blaming you and making my training seem like it was nothing and then …..he said something about how I should just screw you and get it over with and I got angry and kicked him out of my room. When he wouldn't s leave I threw the vase at him…."

Pan looked up at Vegeta who had started to bandage her wound and was surprised to find him staring at her quite seriously.

"If we hadn't beaten him to it, that remark would have gotten him beaten for speaking to you like that."

"He doesn't know….I didn't tell him…."

"I know you didn't. You don't have anything to worry about. Now come one, you need a shower and to change your shirt."

Pan looked up at Vegeta like he had grown a second head. How the hell did he expect her to take a shower when she couldn't even walk, let alone stand?

"I can't….I can't stand…."

Vegeta grinned that toe curling, predatory grin of his.

"There are alternatives…."

Pan frowned as Vegeta scooped her up into his arms and carried her past the showers to another room in the very back of the training room. To her surprise there was a large bathtub in the center of the room. Pan's eyes widened as Vegeta sat her on the edge of the tub and filled it. She had expected him to just fill the tub and go, but to her surprise Vegeta began to strip. She looked away, not wanting to look upon what once was hers.

"Why so shy little one, you have seen all of me before," Vegeta said, kneeling before her to help her out of her clothes.

"You don't have to do this….I know it's only out of pity….you feel sorry for me so you're still pretending to want me….you don't have to pretend. I understand."

Vegeta's brow knit together as he gazed up at Pan. Did she really not understand? He sighed as he released that so strong block he had kept on all his emotions from the moment Pan had been injured. He let her feel in that connection just how very much he did want her, and always would.

"Don't you see little one? My feelings for you have not changed…" Vegeta said as he placed loving kisses along Pan's thighs. He hope with each kiss that she might feel the brush of his lips, might give him some sign that not all hope was lost for her to walk again.

He kept his gaze on hers as his lips traveled from her knee to thigh, and felt the fine tremble of her body as she looked down at him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he watched her.

Tears began to drip down Pan's cheeks as she watched the proud Saiyan Prince she had fallen so deeply in love with lay kisses on skin that could not feel and felt like she would shatter.

"I can't….I can't feel it….I can't feel any-aaahhh!"

Pan screamed in agony and doubled over with only Vegeta to catch her from falling flat on the tile floor as a piercing almost mind shattering pain erupted through her legs and abdomen. She screamed into Vegeta's shoulder as the feeling of millions of piercing needles being shoved into her skin overwhelmed her, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing in the world…..

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