Pan sighed. Just how long was Trunks going to be gone? She didn't like this at all. What if something happened to him? The Son shook her head, she couldn't think that way. Pan knew that he would return…with her father. The youngest Son just wished that she could be trusted. Did her dad really think that lowly of her? She wanted to cry but held back her tears. Trunks didn't think she was a lier. Out in space, she knew that Uncle Goten believed her. Even with her Uncle spilling the beans, she couldn't be too mad.
Her grandmother wasn't worried about her grandfather though. She knew that they had fought, but Chichi was completely unfazed with having Goku gone. Pan was starting to see what her grandmother was trying to say. The pain of having someone around. The fear of not knowing had to be horrible. If anything, Chichi did look a bit frantic about Gohan being gone. It appeared that her father was deemed more important than anyone else.
Bulma didn't seem too fazed by Trunks being gone. The heiress said something about wishing that her son found Vegeta like Bra had.
Meanwhile, Uub had started following Pan everywhere. She knew what he had done. All of those snooty girls were all over him. The youngest Son could smell them. She shook her head. What had she seen in her grandfather's apprentice? The longer she looked the more trouble he seemed. Trunks was clearly a better option. Pan blamed herself for being young and stupid. She knew what she wanted now.
Keeping her distance was hard in a place like this. Pan knew that Uub could be anywhere. It didn't help her situation, knowing that he had ki control. Pan could have stayed close to her grandmother, but that felt like she was hiding. The last thing she wanted to do was look like a coward. She needed to fight her own battles. Trunks came to mind. She had to do it for him. A powerful CEO needed a girl with a backbone. It was time to grow up and be what she really was.
Pan walked into a shower room, removing her clothes little by little. She felt a bit grimy. Avoiding washing up had been a pain. She could smell herself and could no longer remain this way. The warm spray felt good on her skin and back muscles. Pan had been tense, the water was relaxing her as she thought of her lavender prince. They had kissed a few times, Trunks wasn't pushy. The CEO was patient with her. She wanted a little bit more, but Trunks didn't want to rush things. He wanted them to be sure of each other before they crossed that line. She sighed, washing out the shampoo from her hair. If her father just believed her, everything would be good then. But Gohan refused. Her father clearly trusting Uub before her.
Pan held back her tears as she was about to wash her face…only for a hand to land on her shoulder. She turned quickly, finding Uub standing there naked. "What the hell do you want? And why are you naked?!"
The apprentice smirked. "I forgot how…appealing you look." His eyes were roaming. Since Pan had moved on, she had become interesting once more. "Why don't I wash your back?"
"Get the fuck out of here!" Pan snapped as she attempted to hide her body from him. "Like I would let you touch me again!"
Uub grinned. "But you liked my touch, remember? We were supposed to be together forever. You said that once, didn't you?" He was imagining all of the things he wanted to do here. All he had to do was get Pan on her knees.
"I was young and stupid." Pan's eyes narrowed, but did see an opportunity. She could see him touching himself. "What did you have in mind?"
Uub motioned for her to go down. "Suck me off for a while and I'll give you this." He watched her fall to her knees. Trunks was going to eat his words when he returned. Stealing someone as dense as Pan was too easy. Now Trunks would know not to steal his things.
Pan grinned up at Uub. He looked thrilled to have her down here. The Son moved swiftly, hitting him where the sun didn't shine. The full impact of her punch sent him flying. Uub was moaning and shaking with pain as she finished up her shower. The Son whistled to herself, leaving the spray flowing on the dirt bag. Pan dressed, thinking about her Trunks. Hopefully, he was safe.
Nappa sighed. Why was he always on babysitting duty? Gure didn't like leaving her daughter with him and Flambee, but she was going over some kind of treaty with her eldest daughter today. The large saiyan didn't know how Tarble put up with any of that.
Back before he first got here, he believed that Cilica and Tarble finally found each other…but he was proven wrong the moment he saw Flambee. Not that he didn't love his grandson. It was just strange knowing that the two were so close, yet distant. Then again, he shivered, that was for the best.
Flambee put a fake crown on his head and was declaring himself the king of space while Tota giggled. The saiyan frost demon hybrid was proclaiming her his queen when Polar looked in the door.
"I didn't think you would be back so soon." Nappa said as the children knocked down a tower of blocks.
"I'm not, just checking in with my kid." Polar sighed, looking down at the duo's wake of destruction. With saiyans around, no one could have nice things. "Anything interesting?"
"Considering that they keep claiming that they're going to get married, you've got plenty of time to get used to Gure and Tarble." Nappa chuckled, but noticed as Polar flinched. "Polar?"
The frost demon sighed. He knew that Tarble still had feelings for his Cilky. It was a part of why he didn't like them not having their memories. Would they end up in each other's arms? It was nerve racking. The thought of the assassin touching his wife was rage inducing. "I'm going to go back on patrol."
Polar walked into the hall, finding Gure standing there. The queen glared at him. "I know what you're thinking. It's the same thing that I'm thinking." She said, staring at him.
"I don't have time for your shouting." The frost demon said, pushing by her.
"Tarble still loves her. He's never loved me. We put on a show. Hell, he would have been dead if I hadn't offered my…assistance. He looked handsome and I knew with his power, strong heir was a given." Gure sauntered back to Polar, grabbing his hand. "You know, they're both saiyans and mating season is approaching. Wherever they are, they won't be able to resist." She touched his chest. "Even if you and Cilica share a life together, it won't be enough to stop them. She'll leave you, Tarble will leave me. Those years of pain she had with miscarrying all of your children, will be forgotten as Tarble gives her a pure blooded saiyan without a single complication."
Polar glared down at Gure, pushing her hands away. "You don't know my wife." He stalked away from her, but couldn't help but hear her words. They were invading his mind whether he liked them or not. He shook his head. The frost demon needed to stop this train of thought. It could be the end of him.
Gohan walked forward, finding Trunks staring him down. Today they were supposed to fight. The Son was still feeling cocky about this. There was no way that Vegeta could get his son up to a level that could beat him. Besides, how long did it take to train Goten?
The CEO wasn't taking his eyes off of his target. He had been reminded time and time again, this was for Pan. This would solidify his claim to take her as his mate. While he wasn't sure about this mating thing yet, his instincts told him that this was what he wanted. Looking at all of the saiyans, Gohan was the only one that wasn't operating on some kind of instinct. He was clinging onto his humanity, which would play to Trunks's advantage.
Vegeta smirked as the battle begun. Fists met as the prince figured out what kind of fighter Gohan was. Kakarot's oldest wasn't a tank, taking hits wasn't Gohan's strongest suit. Brawler was also out of the question. Could the boy be a sweeper? No, he wasn't fast enough. It was so hard to place him, due to Gohan's refusal of being what he was.
Trunks powered up, going to the second stage of super saiyan. Gohan followed suit, glaring at him with hatred. "Give up. Restore your daughter's honor."
Gohan growled. "Only she can do that. Apologizing to Uub…" He was kicked in the gut and forced to the ground by Trunks. Why was the lavender saiyan so against Uub? Hell, it appeared that everyone was. What happened was a lie…
"He defiled her, and you still defend him." Trunks's power was growing, soaring past super saiyan 2 and turning into something else. It wasn't the mystic form, nor was it super saiyan 3. Trunks's hair changed, going black as he stared at his adversary. "I will defend her honor from that heathen as long as I live."
Vegeta grinned. To think that Trunks was capable of such power, this exceeded his expectations. The prince watched as Gohan was knocked out with a swift kick to the side of his face.
The lavender saiyan felt his body return to normal. He didn't understand what had just happened, but pride filled him. Pan was his. Gohan could no longer stand in his way. He would take Pan as his wife.
Goku walked forward, helping Gohan up. Both father and son were quiet. Gohan looked back over at Trunks. "Don't think that I will…"
"Give it a rest already." Goten said. "Human logic doesn't work here, human. That's what you want isn't it?"
Gohan glared at his brother. "How would you feel if you had a daughter and she was just betted away like she was a prize?"
"If I was her father, I would be proud that such a strong warrior wanted her hand after she became damaged by a slime ball." Goten growled.
Goku felt confused. "I still don't get it. I know that you don't like Uub as my apprentice, but he said that he didn't sleep with Pan."
"Dad, that's a lie." Goten stated.
"How do you know that?" Gohan said crossing his arms. "She's kept secrets from me, that tells me that she's a lier."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "You want proof, I can give it." Gohan and Kakarot stared at him in shock. "I caught Uub with Pan in my house."
Goku stood there in horror. "In…in your house…"
Gohan felt a pain in his chest as he thought about his little girl. This couldn't be happening. He didn't just…
"At first, I thought it was those two," The prince pointed at Goten and Bra, "but I found them watching a movie in the den. I went upstairs to find Uub smirking at a picture of my daughter while Pan came out of a spare bedroom. I could smell what had happened." Vegeta said. "The girl didn't look very emotionally stable. I do wonder if she was forced."
Gohan started shaking. This…this couldn't be. A snarl left his lips as lightening fell around him. The moon was shaking as the thought of ringing Uub's neck came to mind. Beside him, his father appeared in the same state. They had trusted that fiend and now he was alone with Pan once more. "He's not going to live when I find him!"
Goten finally grinned. "So, you have some saiyan in you after all."
"Shut up!" Gohan said as his blood lust grew. All he could imagine was Uub's head ripped from his body. He hated to admit it, but Goten was right. He had become blind. The genius allowed himself to give in to the notion that their kind were always in the wrong, while humans were always in the right. He sighed as his anger began to fade. "I'm such an idiot."
"I've been saying that for years." Goten said.
Gohan rolled his eyes. "You know, being a smart ass right now isn't what I need."
"Sure, it is." The berserker stated. "You feel like an ass, so I'm just helping you laugh. Shit happens, pull yourself up and fix it."
The genius looked over his brother. "When did you grow up?" It was really strange, he was sure that Goten was going to remain a child. Admitting that his little brother had come so far was hard. "I swear, I still see the little kid that liked pranks too much when I look at you."
Goku walked between his boys. "If you think that's hard, imagine being me. Both of you are still kids to me. I still see the boy that took down Cell to save those he cared about…" His eyes turned to Goten. "And the boy that jumped into my arms at the tournament." Both of his sons turned red.
Vegeta chuckled. "Don't forget my little hellion." He pointed to Trunks. "I swear Goten and Trunks were asking for punishment all of the time. Those pranks were genius though." Trunks turned red while Bra laughed. "And that one there, she used to do these never-ending tea parties. That's why Bulma made sure there was real tea and cookies there. If not, I would be there all day."
The saiyans of the horde began to do the same, talking about each of their kids in a way that would be embarrassing to the child. They were forced to stop when they got to Onuin though. 50 kids was just too much to sit through.
Morning came and the horde knew that they just couldn't stay put for much longer. Someone needed to check on the outside world. To everyone's surprise, Onuin volunteered for a smart reason…for once. The planet below them was Piscina. If anyone could get close to anything without causing a stir, it would be the tank. He was the consort of the queen. His sons would still be on the planet. The royal guard was needed to look after the planet. His wife and daughters would be safe at the patrol.
Vegeta and the others saw him off, but the tank wasn't going alone. Trunks decided to go get a look of the planet as well. The prince looked over his boy, feeling uneasy about this. Sure, Trunks could take care of himself, but that didn't mean that he wasn't going the feel anything.
"Dad, I'll see if I can contact mom. She's alone at the patrol right now. I know she has to be worried." Trunks said.
The prince nodded. "Be sure to contact your mate as well." Trunks turned red. "You have a grandchild to give me."
"Wha?" The lavender saiyan turned beet red. "But it's too early for…"
"Don't argue with him." Bra said with a giggle. She could tell that her brother was confused. "Goten and I got the same talk."
"The requirements are still the same." The prince stated. "Black hair would be nice to have for once." He walked away, leaving his son speechless.
The berserker walked up. "What's got you so pale?" Bra only took his hand and wished Trunks a safe trip. The two of them watched as they blasted off and away. Everything was in the hands of Onuin and Trunks now.
Turles walked over with Mata, the two seemed a lot gigglier today. The spy was sniffing his mate's neck while purring. Goten looked over at Bra, catching her scent as a breeze hit her hair. He purred, something was on the air, driving him mad. He kissed his girlfriend before picking her up and walking away with her.
Vegeta watched the scene and shook his head. Mating season was here. He may get that grandchild sooner than he thought he would. The prince walked around, finding Kakarot and Gohan. The two appeared to be talking things out. "We should stay away from the west side for a couple of days."
"Why?" Goku asked.
Vegeta chuckled. "Mating season has started. Leaving those that wish to have time to themselves alone would be wise." He looked around. "Turles and Mata will be disappearing soon, and Bra has already left with Goten."
Gohan turned pale. "Vegeta, she's 16…"
"In our culture, she's an old maid. Most saiyan women are mated by 14. She'll be 17 next month anyway. If she wants to bring a warrior into this world, I won't deny her." Vegeta said, as noon drew closer. "Each person has their own path. It isn't my place to decide what's best for her."
"What if it wasn't my brother?" Gohan asked.
Vegeta chuckled darkly. "Then that boy would have his legs broken and fed to some sharks."
"What happened to it isn't your place to decide for her?" Goku teased.
The prince grumbled. "If she chose a proper warrior, I wouldn't have a problem, but most of Earth is dominated by push overs. Allowing that into my bloodline is a crime. My little girl deserved better and she got better."
Goku looked at his son. "It's not that different for me and your mother either. Chichi was 16 when we got married."
Gohan looked confused. "I thought you were the same age." He was shocked.
"That's what we said. We kind of forged the paperwork so it could happen." Goku said sheepishly. "What? Your mother wanted to be my wife and I liked her spunk."
Gohan shook his head. "So, you're saying that you and mom are illegally married, meaning that everything on paper is wrong, voiding your marriage."
Goku laughed. "When you make it sound like that, it sounds criminal."
Vegeta sighed. He hoped Trunks returned in one piece. Dealing with these two while mating season was on was going to be a pain. He wouldn't have that many interesting people to talk to. The only others were Tarble and Cilica. Speaking of those two, where were they?
Just as he thought it, Cilica walked closer. Tarble was next to her and they were making snide comments to each other about them sending the fish population to extinction. Vegeta grinned, it looked like he might have some good company after all.
Frieza grinned as he looked around the room. His… experiment worked out better than he thought it would. The frost demon looked over his monster of a creation. Serum had been used to its fullest potential. His doctors had been up working without sleep until it was ready. Mechanical enhancements had been made.
The frost demon walked around his creation, smirking at the glory he had made. "The patrol is weakened. That fool Son Goku is away. The only one who can truly protect it would be that traitorous cousin of mine and some spare halflings." Frieza placed his fingers in the hair that remained on his soldier's head. "We will dispatch a full squad. They will be taken out. No civilian will be left alive." He knew that Vegeta's wife was there. This would be entertaining. "Bring me back the wife of Vegeta and you will be rewarded." A crowd of soldiers cheered as the monster stood. "Do what is needed…"
"Yes, Master."
To Be Continued…
