Thanks to my proof reader for making the fic easy to read. *glares at Hikumi*
Bulma had just settled into a project that she had been working on for ages. She had spent the last Dende knows how many hours ordering fire crews and repair men about over the now formerly retired GR. She sighed. She was rather exhausted of the whole thing. Mou! she thought. Now I'm gonna have to put all other work on hold while I build a new GR!. She slumped into her chair and almost leapt up when she heard a knock on the door. 'Who is it?' She called.
'Pan,' came the reply.
'Come in, Pan.'
Pan opened and closed the door and walked over to Bulma.
'What do you need, Pan?' asked Bulma with a weak smile.
'Are you OK, Bulma?' asked Pan with a hint of concern.
'Just exhausted from dealing with the explosion,' answered Bulma warily. 'What can I do for you?'
'Trunks said that you had a stereo down here. I need one. I don't suppose I could have it while I'm here?'
'Of course you can, Pan. But you'll have to lug it upstairs. It's over there,' said Bulma as she pointed to a box in the corner. Pan was relieved that it was still in its box.
'Thank you Bulma,' said Pan before walking over to the box and with some difficulty hoisted it up and rested it on her shoulder. It weighed well over 200 pounds, *but that's where being even 1/4 Saiya-jin helps* she thought proudly. Proud to be part Saiya-jin. She knew herself that with the exception of a certain pain in the ass, she acted more Saiya-jin than all the others on the planet combined. *Except for eating* she thought wryly remembering her uncle Goten and Grandpa Goku's lust for food.
She thanked Bulma again, then went back to her room. She went past Vegeta eating and went up the stairs....And tripped on the last stair. She threw the box safely to the top of the stairs before she fell backwards. She went tumbling backwards in circles, banging her head along the way. 'Oww! Umm! AHH!! CARPET BURN!!!' she shrieked as she fell before finally coming to rest upside down at the bottom. She slowly opened her tightly shut eyes to she none other than a highly amused Prince standing over her. 'Uhh....hi?' she said defeatedly. Vegeta burst out laughing. Pan was not amused. 'HEY! Carpet burn really hurts!' She declared. This only cause Vegeta to laugh harder than before. She gave up, crossed her arms over her chest and put on a pouty face. It was meant to help reduce the blush that had crept onto her face. It looked quite humorous with her hair splayed out on the ground beyond her head. If her hair stayed like that when she got up it would look almost like Vegeta's. She gasped to herself in mock horror. *What if Gohan ISN'T my real father?* She tried to contain her laughter but failed. It erupted from her mouth like a volcano shooting out ash. Her mirth only grew at the fact that she had tripped and fallen down the stairs. Their laughter died down and an uncomfortable silence fell upon the hall. Pan tried to get up after a few seconds, but found, much to her annoyance that she could not. 'A little help?' she pleaded to Vegeta as the held her arm out to him gesturing for him to pull her up. He eyed it for a second before grabbing it and pulling her up roughly. She was unprepared for the force that he used and fell into his arms using him for balance.
'It is things like balance that tails are also used for. You wouldn't have need me to catch you if you still had yours,' informed Vegeta. It was at this comment that she first became conscious of her proximity to him. She immediately blushed. Her heart beat faster and she had a funny feeling that Vegeta knew this. He suddenly hoisted her onto her feet, brushed himself off and went outside. She stood there numbly for about a minute before she remembered something that she had been meaning to ask him.
She walked outside and saw Vegeta leaning up against a tree. 'Vegeta!' called Pan. He turned his head to see Pan running over to him. *What does she want now?* he thought. She came up to him. 'Can you tell me something?' she asked a bit timidly.
'No.'
'Why did Dad's tail grow back when he was small, but not anymore? Why doesn't mine grow back?' She wondered why she had wanted her tail back recently. She had felt as if something were missing, even though she had only seen her tail once about 8 years ago. It had been the middle of the night and she had awoken to see a furry tail waving about her. Being an 8 year old she was terrified and screamed. Her dad had come in and she frantically begged him to get rid of the thing. He had done so and it hadn't grown back since.
He looked at her a bit surprised with the question, but he masked it with his cold exterior. 'Do you really want to know, brat?' he asked with a raised eyebrow. She nodded vigorously. 'Very well then, I shall tell you. The Saiya-jin evolved to be in sync with Vegeta-sei's only moon. The moon did much more than enable us to become giant apes. Oh yes. It set our very cells alight with a mad power. It made us many times stronger than we would normally be. It also made us crave sexual release. Once every eight earth years our moon became full, and every eight years a Saiya-jin whose missing a tail is gifted with a new one,' he explained. His voice sounded pained, but proud too.
Pan digested this new information. 'It increased your sex drive?' she asked quizzically.
Vegeta smirked. 'Ever wonder why Trunks and Bra are eight years apart?'
Pans eyes bugged out in shock. 'But Gohan and Goten...'
'As I understand it, Kakarot's mate wouldn't let him near her unless she wanted it.'
'Oh.' Pan was a little confused at the new information. 'But then why hasn't my dads' grown back? I don't think he'd lie to me,' she inquired. 'Or uncle Goten's. Or Grandpa Goku's? Or Bra's? Trunks'? Yours?'
Vegeta couldn't help but feel proud of her ancestry. Nobody else cared. Not even his own children. She was the only one aside from himself that took pride in being what they were. When he spoke his voice was laced with both sadness and disappointment. 'Bra removed hers both times it grew back. She says she doesn't want a "monkey tail" because she'll look like a freak. Everyone else's?' His voice picked up strength and reverted to his usual cocky one. 'Going Super Saiya-jin causes a temporary DNA mutation. It stops the growth of the tail until the next full moon. I have managed to refrain from going Super Saiya-jin more than once since the last moon, so mine, unlike everybody else's will soon grow back. Yours will too,' he finished.
Pan had certainly gained a new respect for both Vegeta and the Saiya-jin race. She did a double take. 'How soon?'
Vegeta smirked and counted off something on his fingers. 'This Saturday,' he informed lightly. 'As long as you or I don't go Super Saiya-jin.'
'THIS SATURDAY!!!??' She yelled. Vegeta winced at the high pitched shriek bombarding his sensitive ears. He knew she got it from her mother and grandmother.
'That's what I said.'
Pan was shocked, but also very happy that she would finally have a piece of her heritage returned to her. 'Why? Are you not thrilled to have it back?' he mocked.
'Delighted!' She proclaimed merrily. 'I've been kicking myself for what I did to my tail eight years ago since I was 14.' She quieted down. 'I was afraid that it would never grow back,' she finished.
'Did you really think that the Saiya-jin couldn't over come the handicap of missing a limb?' He scoffed. 'We'd never be that weak.'
*This guy is on a serious ego trip* thought Pan. 'Thank you for telling me all that stuff. I'm gonna go upstairs and fix that stereo up to play my stuff. Bye Vegeta!' She said before turning around and leaving.
'Wait!' ordered Vegeta just as she was about to go upstairs. He walked over to her.
'What is it Vegeta?'
'Show me this "guitar" thing of yours. I want to see you play it,' said Vegeta.
Pan looked at him oddly. 'Oh. Okay, Vegeta. Trunks wanted to see me play it too. I guess I'll play for both of you at the same time. 'K?'
Vegeta nodded. The two Saiya-jin made their way upstairs to find the box with the stereo right where Pan had left it...or rather thrown it. She hoisted it back onto her shoulder and made her way to the guest room with Vegeta in tow. When she reached the room she tried to push the door open but to no avail. She sighed and was about to put the box down when Vegeta opened the door for her. 'Umm...Thanks,' she said, a bit dumbfounded. She could almost feel the slightest hint of a blush upon her cheeks for Vegeta's move, but only almost. She followed Vegeta into the room, set the box down and opened it. She removed the stereo and the Styrofoam from the box and laid it out on the floor. Vegeta sat down on her bed and saw an album on her pillow. He looked it over with a mild interest. Meanwhile she was setting up the stereo. It was a very powerful one that made her shake with the excitement of turning it up to full blast. She hoped that her room was soundproofed also, otherwise the people down the street would be rather put off. She smirked. After about five minutes of messing around with the thing, and a few grunts, snorts and insults from Vegeta, the thing was set up. Pan wiped the sweat from her brow. 'Whew. There, all done!' She exclaimed. She turned around to Vegeta. 'Would you go and get Trunks?'
He looked at her as if she had gone insane. 'You go get the brat, brat. I certainly don't care if he's here or not,' proclaimed Vegeta with a chuckle.
Pan just rolled her eyes and went across the way and knocked on Trunks' door. He opened it and, much to Pan's relief, there was no loud music coming from inside. 'Hey, Panny. What can I do for ya?' He asked innocently.
'I'm gonna play my guitar now. Do you still wanna see?' She asked. She smiled when he nodded his head quickly. She being loved praised (hint hint) for things she could do. He followed her into her room, not even bothering to close his door behind him, and joined his father on her bed. Pan walked over to the corner where her guitar rested and slung it around her shoulder using the strap. She plugged it in and went through the CD's that she had left on her bed. 'What should I play...' she murmured to herself. Trunks leaned over and sifted through the pile of CD cases.
'Pan, who are these guys? I've never heard of any of them,' said Trunks with a bit of confusion. Pan just smiled at him.
'I didn't think you would have,' she replied. After a few minutes of sifting through Vegeta spoke up.
'You're going to play this one. I am quite intrigued by the title,' he said with a smirk. He handed Pan a case of which was all white save for some golden crucifixes arranged in a North-east-south-west pattern. Pan also smirked. It was a very good one. Trunks got a glimpse of the title.
'God hates us all?' He asked a bit offended. 'But Dende is our friend.'
Pan giggled and Vegeta rolled his eyes. 'Boy, it's called that so that they'll sell more copies, not to insult someone who they don't think exists. They are in fact insulting people who DO believe. Like you,' answered Vegeta. Trunks had been offended. They were, after all insulting one of his friends.
'I'll just put it on. I'll play along with them. I'm thinking song number 9. Bloodline? It's one of the best,' she asked. Trunks said nothing and Vegeta grunted. 'Right. Nine it is.' She put it on and the song began to play.
The first guitar started then Pan started with the second then the drums then it got under way.
Eternal the kiss I breathe
Sucked in your blood to me
Feel my wounds of your God
Forever reign immortality
Pans hands worked like magic as she plucked the strings in just the right order.
I smell of death
I reek of hate
I will live forever
Lost child, pain of death
Bleeding screams of silence
In my veins your eternity
I`ll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your Bloodline feed my youth
Pan guitar was of course louder that the music on the CD so it was clear what she was and wasn't playing.
First breath `fore I come alive Learn to kill
Blood thirst the ways you feed your hunger
Dark shy has no rival test your faith in blood
Nightime as hunting packs of feeding frenzy
I`ll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your Bloodline feed my youth
Pan had a solo bit here. Both Trunks and Vegeta were more than impressed by her talent, but Vegeta was mesmerised by the way her hair was being sent in all directions as she swayed her head to the music.
I am the first after last
Commune by a single kiss
Betray eternaly
I`ll rip inside your soul
Contaminating the world
Dividing Godless sun
Black art to face your death
There will be a hit for me
The next solo was not done by her, but hers was still in the foreground because of the volume.
Take the flesh of life itself
Prepare to reign a thousand years
I`ll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your Bloodline feed my youth
Bleed your death upon me
Bleed your death upon me
Bleed your death upon me
Let your Bloodline feed my youth
The song stopped and Pan put the guitar down, held out her arms and bowed. 'So what did ya think?' She asked with a son grin.
Trunks clapped politely and Vegeta stared ahead. Her grin fell at the lack of enthusiasm. 'I think you have a lot of talent Pan, but it's just not my kind of music.' said Trunks as he rose from his seated position and left, leaving a mildly unhappy Pan and a majorly zoned out prince of Saiya-jin. She noticed this and bent down in front of Vegeta. A rare look of awe was plastered onto his face like a grin to Goku's. *How weird* she thought as she looked into his eyes. *I wonder, if I go to bed, will he still be like that in the morning?* She chuckled at that thought.
Vegeta snapped out of his trance to see the grand-daughter of his rival giggling in front of him.
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That's it. Chapter 3. And right in a moment such as that! Hehe...But there IS a reason I stopped here. What should I do now? I can A: Go along the lines of "WHAT'S SO FUNNY!!!" OR...B: "As Vegeta stared into her eyes he felt something stir inside of him. A desire for the young woman in front of him." Or a mix of both. It's has much your fic as it is mine. Vote!
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I'd also like to say thank you for the kind reviews. To address a few:
Princess of Darkness: Every DBZ fic must have a private bathroom if it is in the CC complex. Every B/V or T/P or B/G has one, right? I just thought I'd point that out. The hearing through the soundproof room was an error that I made, so I'm gonna have to bend the laws of physics to make it work. Another mess up was that in chapter one I said something about heeding the warning in the summary? I forgot to put the warning in the summary. It's only my second fic!
Romance Freak: I meant it not so much as weird. More as 'unusual'.
Rae George: *Grins and nods*
Penchy-chan: *ignores threats* Funny you should say that. I was talking with my proof reader about the possibility of a lemon only hours ago. Err...Maybe. We'll see how many people want one. *sighs, knowing that lemon is inevitable*
Hana: Bulma is not gonna die in this fic. Don't worry, I've got it all planned out, there is gonna be little heartache for anyone. Because Bulma's not a Saiya-jin, a bond was impossible.
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Also, no matter how *cough* extreme the music becomes, lemon is the only thing that will change the rating.
Finally, I can be talked to with Yahoo Messenger under 'xenophoberox'. I'm almost always on during Friday and Saturday nights 11:00 PM-4:AM Greenwich time. That means The British isles (Ireland).I'm never in during the week though (Boarding school).
(Hikumi: If ya wanna IM me, I'll pass on messages to him during the week...Yahoo is serebii_lugia and AIM is Hikumi3l33t :)
Bulma had just settled into a project that she had been working on for ages. She had spent the last Dende knows how many hours ordering fire crews and repair men about over the now formerly retired GR. She sighed. She was rather exhausted of the whole thing. Mou! she thought. Now I'm gonna have to put all other work on hold while I build a new GR!. She slumped into her chair and almost leapt up when she heard a knock on the door. 'Who is it?' She called.
'Pan,' came the reply.
'Come in, Pan.'
Pan opened and closed the door and walked over to Bulma.
'What do you need, Pan?' asked Bulma with a weak smile.
'Are you OK, Bulma?' asked Pan with a hint of concern.
'Just exhausted from dealing with the explosion,' answered Bulma warily. 'What can I do for you?'
'Trunks said that you had a stereo down here. I need one. I don't suppose I could have it while I'm here?'
'Of course you can, Pan. But you'll have to lug it upstairs. It's over there,' said Bulma as she pointed to a box in the corner. Pan was relieved that it was still in its box.
'Thank you Bulma,' said Pan before walking over to the box and with some difficulty hoisted it up and rested it on her shoulder. It weighed well over 200 pounds, *but that's where being even 1/4 Saiya-jin helps* she thought proudly. Proud to be part Saiya-jin. She knew herself that with the exception of a certain pain in the ass, she acted more Saiya-jin than all the others on the planet combined. *Except for eating* she thought wryly remembering her uncle Goten and Grandpa Goku's lust for food.
She thanked Bulma again, then went back to her room. She went past Vegeta eating and went up the stairs....And tripped on the last stair. She threw the box safely to the top of the stairs before she fell backwards. She went tumbling backwards in circles, banging her head along the way. 'Oww! Umm! AHH!! CARPET BURN!!!' she shrieked as she fell before finally coming to rest upside down at the bottom. She slowly opened her tightly shut eyes to she none other than a highly amused Prince standing over her. 'Uhh....hi?' she said defeatedly. Vegeta burst out laughing. Pan was not amused. 'HEY! Carpet burn really hurts!' She declared. This only cause Vegeta to laugh harder than before. She gave up, crossed her arms over her chest and put on a pouty face. It was meant to help reduce the blush that had crept onto her face. It looked quite humorous with her hair splayed out on the ground beyond her head. If her hair stayed like that when she got up it would look almost like Vegeta's. She gasped to herself in mock horror. *What if Gohan ISN'T my real father?* She tried to contain her laughter but failed. It erupted from her mouth like a volcano shooting out ash. Her mirth only grew at the fact that she had tripped and fallen down the stairs. Their laughter died down and an uncomfortable silence fell upon the hall. Pan tried to get up after a few seconds, but found, much to her annoyance that she could not. 'A little help?' she pleaded to Vegeta as the held her arm out to him gesturing for him to pull her up. He eyed it for a second before grabbing it and pulling her up roughly. She was unprepared for the force that he used and fell into his arms using him for balance.
'It is things like balance that tails are also used for. You wouldn't have need me to catch you if you still had yours,' informed Vegeta. It was at this comment that she first became conscious of her proximity to him. She immediately blushed. Her heart beat faster and she had a funny feeling that Vegeta knew this. He suddenly hoisted her onto her feet, brushed himself off and went outside. She stood there numbly for about a minute before she remembered something that she had been meaning to ask him.
She walked outside and saw Vegeta leaning up against a tree. 'Vegeta!' called Pan. He turned his head to see Pan running over to him. *What does she want now?* he thought. She came up to him. 'Can you tell me something?' she asked a bit timidly.
'No.'
'Why did Dad's tail grow back when he was small, but not anymore? Why doesn't mine grow back?' She wondered why she had wanted her tail back recently. She had felt as if something were missing, even though she had only seen her tail once about 8 years ago. It had been the middle of the night and she had awoken to see a furry tail waving about her. Being an 8 year old she was terrified and screamed. Her dad had come in and she frantically begged him to get rid of the thing. He had done so and it hadn't grown back since.
He looked at her a bit surprised with the question, but he masked it with his cold exterior. 'Do you really want to know, brat?' he asked with a raised eyebrow. She nodded vigorously. 'Very well then, I shall tell you. The Saiya-jin evolved to be in sync with Vegeta-sei's only moon. The moon did much more than enable us to become giant apes. Oh yes. It set our very cells alight with a mad power. It made us many times stronger than we would normally be. It also made us crave sexual release. Once every eight earth years our moon became full, and every eight years a Saiya-jin whose missing a tail is gifted with a new one,' he explained. His voice sounded pained, but proud too.
Pan digested this new information. 'It increased your sex drive?' she asked quizzically.
Vegeta smirked. 'Ever wonder why Trunks and Bra are eight years apart?'
Pans eyes bugged out in shock. 'But Gohan and Goten...'
'As I understand it, Kakarot's mate wouldn't let him near her unless she wanted it.'
'Oh.' Pan was a little confused at the new information. 'But then why hasn't my dads' grown back? I don't think he'd lie to me,' she inquired. 'Or uncle Goten's. Or Grandpa Goku's? Or Bra's? Trunks'? Yours?'
Vegeta couldn't help but feel proud of her ancestry. Nobody else cared. Not even his own children. She was the only one aside from himself that took pride in being what they were. When he spoke his voice was laced with both sadness and disappointment. 'Bra removed hers both times it grew back. She says she doesn't want a "monkey tail" because she'll look like a freak. Everyone else's?' His voice picked up strength and reverted to his usual cocky one. 'Going Super Saiya-jin causes a temporary DNA mutation. It stops the growth of the tail until the next full moon. I have managed to refrain from going Super Saiya-jin more than once since the last moon, so mine, unlike everybody else's will soon grow back. Yours will too,' he finished.
Pan had certainly gained a new respect for both Vegeta and the Saiya-jin race. She did a double take. 'How soon?'
Vegeta smirked and counted off something on his fingers. 'This Saturday,' he informed lightly. 'As long as you or I don't go Super Saiya-jin.'
'THIS SATURDAY!!!??' She yelled. Vegeta winced at the high pitched shriek bombarding his sensitive ears. He knew she got it from her mother and grandmother.
'That's what I said.'
Pan was shocked, but also very happy that she would finally have a piece of her heritage returned to her. 'Why? Are you not thrilled to have it back?' he mocked.
'Delighted!' She proclaimed merrily. 'I've been kicking myself for what I did to my tail eight years ago since I was 14.' She quieted down. 'I was afraid that it would never grow back,' she finished.
'Did you really think that the Saiya-jin couldn't over come the handicap of missing a limb?' He scoffed. 'We'd never be that weak.'
*This guy is on a serious ego trip* thought Pan. 'Thank you for telling me all that stuff. I'm gonna go upstairs and fix that stereo up to play my stuff. Bye Vegeta!' She said before turning around and leaving.
'Wait!' ordered Vegeta just as she was about to go upstairs. He walked over to her.
'What is it Vegeta?'
'Show me this "guitar" thing of yours. I want to see you play it,' said Vegeta.
Pan looked at him oddly. 'Oh. Okay, Vegeta. Trunks wanted to see me play it too. I guess I'll play for both of you at the same time. 'K?'
Vegeta nodded. The two Saiya-jin made their way upstairs to find the box with the stereo right where Pan had left it...or rather thrown it. She hoisted it back onto her shoulder and made her way to the guest room with Vegeta in tow. When she reached the room she tried to push the door open but to no avail. She sighed and was about to put the box down when Vegeta opened the door for her. 'Umm...Thanks,' she said, a bit dumbfounded. She could almost feel the slightest hint of a blush upon her cheeks for Vegeta's move, but only almost. She followed Vegeta into the room, set the box down and opened it. She removed the stereo and the Styrofoam from the box and laid it out on the floor. Vegeta sat down on her bed and saw an album on her pillow. He looked it over with a mild interest. Meanwhile she was setting up the stereo. It was a very powerful one that made her shake with the excitement of turning it up to full blast. She hoped that her room was soundproofed also, otherwise the people down the street would be rather put off. She smirked. After about five minutes of messing around with the thing, and a few grunts, snorts and insults from Vegeta, the thing was set up. Pan wiped the sweat from her brow. 'Whew. There, all done!' She exclaimed. She turned around to Vegeta. 'Would you go and get Trunks?'
He looked at her as if she had gone insane. 'You go get the brat, brat. I certainly don't care if he's here or not,' proclaimed Vegeta with a chuckle.
Pan just rolled her eyes and went across the way and knocked on Trunks' door. He opened it and, much to Pan's relief, there was no loud music coming from inside. 'Hey, Panny. What can I do for ya?' He asked innocently.
'I'm gonna play my guitar now. Do you still wanna see?' She asked. She smiled when he nodded his head quickly. She being loved praised (hint hint) for things she could do. He followed her into her room, not even bothering to close his door behind him, and joined his father on her bed. Pan walked over to the corner where her guitar rested and slung it around her shoulder using the strap. She plugged it in and went through the CD's that she had left on her bed. 'What should I play...' she murmured to herself. Trunks leaned over and sifted through the pile of CD cases.
'Pan, who are these guys? I've never heard of any of them,' said Trunks with a bit of confusion. Pan just smiled at him.
'I didn't think you would have,' she replied. After a few minutes of sifting through Vegeta spoke up.
'You're going to play this one. I am quite intrigued by the title,' he said with a smirk. He handed Pan a case of which was all white save for some golden crucifixes arranged in a North-east-south-west pattern. Pan also smirked. It was a very good one. Trunks got a glimpse of the title.
'God hates us all?' He asked a bit offended. 'But Dende is our friend.'
Pan giggled and Vegeta rolled his eyes. 'Boy, it's called that so that they'll sell more copies, not to insult someone who they don't think exists. They are in fact insulting people who DO believe. Like you,' answered Vegeta. Trunks had been offended. They were, after all insulting one of his friends.
'I'll just put it on. I'll play along with them. I'm thinking song number 9. Bloodline? It's one of the best,' she asked. Trunks said nothing and Vegeta grunted. 'Right. Nine it is.' She put it on and the song began to play.
The first guitar started then Pan started with the second then the drums then it got under way.
Eternal the kiss I breathe
Sucked in your blood to me
Feel my wounds of your God
Forever reign immortality
Pans hands worked like magic as she plucked the strings in just the right order.
I smell of death
I reek of hate
I will live forever
Lost child, pain of death
Bleeding screams of silence
In my veins your eternity
I`ll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your Bloodline feed my youth
Pan guitar was of course louder that the music on the CD so it was clear what she was and wasn't playing.
First breath `fore I come alive Learn to kill
Blood thirst the ways you feed your hunger
Dark shy has no rival test your faith in blood
Nightime as hunting packs of feeding frenzy
I`ll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your Bloodline feed my youth
Pan had a solo bit here. Both Trunks and Vegeta were more than impressed by her talent, but Vegeta was mesmerised by the way her hair was being sent in all directions as she swayed her head to the music.
I am the first after last
Commune by a single kiss
Betray eternaly
I`ll rip inside your soul
Contaminating the world
Dividing Godless sun
Black art to face your death
There will be a hit for me
The next solo was not done by her, but hers was still in the foreground because of the volume.
Take the flesh of life itself
Prepare to reign a thousand years
I`ll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your Bloodline feed my youth
Bleed your death upon me
Bleed your death upon me
Bleed your death upon me
Let your Bloodline feed my youth
The song stopped and Pan put the guitar down, held out her arms and bowed. 'So what did ya think?' She asked with a son grin.
Trunks clapped politely and Vegeta stared ahead. Her grin fell at the lack of enthusiasm. 'I think you have a lot of talent Pan, but it's just not my kind of music.' said Trunks as he rose from his seated position and left, leaving a mildly unhappy Pan and a majorly zoned out prince of Saiya-jin. She noticed this and bent down in front of Vegeta. A rare look of awe was plastered onto his face like a grin to Goku's. *How weird* she thought as she looked into his eyes. *I wonder, if I go to bed, will he still be like that in the morning?* She chuckled at that thought.
Vegeta snapped out of his trance to see the grand-daughter of his rival giggling in front of him.
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That's it. Chapter 3. And right in a moment such as that! Hehe...But there IS a reason I stopped here. What should I do now? I can A: Go along the lines of "WHAT'S SO FUNNY!!!" OR...B: "As Vegeta stared into her eyes he felt something stir inside of him. A desire for the young woman in front of him." Or a mix of both. It's has much your fic as it is mine. Vote!
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I'd also like to say thank you for the kind reviews. To address a few:
Princess of Darkness: Every DBZ fic must have a private bathroom if it is in the CC complex. Every B/V or T/P or B/G has one, right? I just thought I'd point that out. The hearing through the soundproof room was an error that I made, so I'm gonna have to bend the laws of physics to make it work. Another mess up was that in chapter one I said something about heeding the warning in the summary? I forgot to put the warning in the summary. It's only my second fic!
Romance Freak: I meant it not so much as weird. More as 'unusual'.
Rae George: *Grins and nods*
Penchy-chan: *ignores threats* Funny you should say that. I was talking with my proof reader about the possibility of a lemon only hours ago. Err...Maybe. We'll see how many people want one. *sighs, knowing that lemon is inevitable*
Hana: Bulma is not gonna die in this fic. Don't worry, I've got it all planned out, there is gonna be little heartache for anyone. Because Bulma's not a Saiya-jin, a bond was impossible.
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Also, no matter how *cough* extreme the music becomes, lemon is the only thing that will change the rating.
Finally, I can be talked to with Yahoo Messenger under 'xenophoberox'. I'm almost always on during Friday and Saturday nights 11:00 PM-4:AM Greenwich time. That means The British isles (Ireland).I'm never in during the week though (Boarding school).
(Hikumi: If ya wanna IM me, I'll pass on messages to him during the week...Yahoo is serebii_lugia and AIM is Hikumi3l33t :)