Raditz carefully carved the final touches on the dining room table – he'd lowered the solid block of oak through the unfinished roof, and while he'd been carving it with his ki, Gohan and Videl had finished the roofing. He knew Bardock was still upstairs, putting the flooring in the second story, and Kakarrot was tiling the kitchen while Chi Chi oiled the cabinets. Elyse was picking up trash wherever she saw it, getting rid of debris as she waddled through the house. Seven months pregnant, the house mostly finished, still sleeping in cots around the campfire, and Elyse still managed a level of cheerfulness that boggled Raditz.

She babbled about rings and ceremonies, yet seemed to know that the most Raditz was capable of was sharing a bed and fighting. He liked children, though, and had a hard time prying away from Sloane, a child at least seventy years younger than him that had to be considered a sister. He'd caught the way Elyse looked at him, though, not only as he'd played with Sloane, but Pan, hefting the unwieldy child into his grasp as she darted by.

Pan surprised him now, as he ran careful fingers over the surface of the table.

"Uncle Raditz?" she perched in front of him, just out of arms reach.

"Yeah, kid?" Raditz didn't look up from the table.

"You've died before; will it hurt when the pink monster kills you?" Pan asked, all child-like innocence.

Raditz froze, slowly looked up at the wide brown eyes of his niece. "I think dying hurts no matter how you do it," Raditz said slowly, watching the brown eyes flash for a mismatched moment.

"Raditz," the Sayajin man jerked at the sound of his name, staring at the woman standing across the table from him.

"Maeve," Raditz smiled, then bent to his work, too disconcerted to be more polite.

"Bardock had a vision," Maeve barged on, heedless of the feelings of her protectors' son.

"He's had a few here and there," Raditz glanced at Pan as he said it, still wondering at just how human the child was.

"About Sloane," Mave prompted, finally inducing a long, contemplative look from Raditz. "He wont tell me about it, though."

"So you come to me," Raditz smirked, "'Cause he has t' tell someone. You don't trust him, when he tells you that you don't want to know."

"I need to know." It was so desperate, Raditz felt compassion for his father's consort.

"Sloane will kill her father," Raditz straightened, letting Pan leap onto his shoulder, "It's a long way down the road, and she'll do it for all that noble shit that Kakarrot believes in," Raditz smirked suddenly, dangerously, "But she'll be raised Sayajin. Don't you ever dare doubt the power that comes from that. She'll be the greatest queen this planet has ever known."

Maeve slumped against the table, staring down at her still-infant daughter. "Bardock knows all that, and he still wants children from me? Even though my daughter will overshadow the destinies of all his children?"

"Sloane wont be over-shadowing anyone, let alone Kakarrot or Gohan." Raditz snorted, "And right now, continuing the Sayajin race is more important. Destiny doesn't mean shit."

"What about my destiny?" Pan asked.

"Pan, none of us know what the fuck to do with you," Raditz snorted. "Go with Aunty Meave now, kid, I gotta work on this table."

Pan scampered off, and Meave left with a lingering look, but Raditz just focused on the table. He planned to be eating at for the next few decades, and it was going to be damn good.


Some more of Pan being creepy. I think there'll be about four more chapters, but we'll see how this plays out. Leave a review about what you guys think needs to be flushed out more, things you'd like to see developed before I wrap everything up.