Vegeta snapped out of his trance to see the grand-daughter of his rival giggling in front of him. He was unsure of what to do next. Part of him wanted to yell at her, but another part wanted to lean forward and take her in a kiss. He knew that it was just crazy urges induced by the coming of the full moon of Vegeta-sei, but he was barely able to control himself as the urge was far stronger towards Saiya-jins that towards any other species. Were he talking he'd be stuttering. He eventually got his bearings and knew what he had to do.
'What the hell are you laughing at?' He inquired softly, but firmly. He had meant to say it harshly, but something inside of him couldn't bring himself to shout at her without reason.
Pan's giggling gently died down. 'Gomen Vegeta. It's just that you were zoned out for a few minutes. It was a sight to behold,' answered Pan with a grin.
'How long? The last thing I remember was...when the song got really loud in the middle,' he said weakly. He hated it. He didn't like being confused like this. Or being off guard. He scowled.
'It doesn't matter.' Pan rose from her squatting position. 'So, did you like the music? Or did you drift off because it was boring?' Asked Pan with a hint reluctance.
Vegeta stood up. 'I think it's possibly some of the...' He paused just to prolong her anticipation. Pan had a look o hurt plastered on her face from what she was sure would be an insult. '...Best earth music I've even heard,' he complimented with a smirk. She looked up at him to see if he meant it. She saw the glint in his coal black eyes and felt overjoyed. For one of Goku's descendants to receive such a compliment was really saying something. Her face lit up and she felt like hugging him, but she restrained herself. Barely. So she instead leapt into the air fist first and proceeded to humorously run around the room. A small sweatdrop made it's way down the side of Vegeta's face. 'Why are you acting like some kind of moron, brat?' demanded Vegeta.
Pan stopped. 'Uhh....'
'That's what I thought. Tell me, is all of you music similar to that?' Asked Vegeta.
'Um....Yeah. Some is heavier, some is lighter, different themes, instruments...stuff like that?' Said Pan a bit uncertainly.
'What do you mean by that? I don't care, just so long as it is not the same garbage my brat and the onna listen to,' answered Vegeta.
'Well...it can be fast, slow, lively, dark, simple, sophisticated...The instruments can range from guitar, electric guitar, bass, guitar to keyboard, drums, air guitar and a Dj station,' informed Pan. She decided to get to the point when sew saw Vegeta, who was nodding at everything she said, try to pretend he understood all of what she was saying. 'The names of the bands sometimes give a very broad picture of what to expect. So do the cases,' she finished. Vegeta nodded and walked to her bed and studied the mound of CD's that lay by her pillow. One by one her picked them up and looked at them. Some of them were DVD's with the music videos on them, he noted.
'This one,' he said handing one out to Pan that had caught his interest. Pan took it and almost felt like cackling. Midian by Cradle of Filth. Pan put it, turned up the volume to 15, went to song 8 and hit play.
'Why did you pick this one?' Asked Pan in the interlude to the part where the song began at 18 seconds in.
'The picture on the back,' he answered with an evil grin.
'Okay,' she said. 'But they're method of singing is...unique,' she added with a grin of her own.
Her Ghost In The Fog by Cradle of Filth
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But oh, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall see..."
She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liquored eyes
An Arabian nightmare...
She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
'Yeah right!' Exclaimed Vegeta. 'There is no way in hell that that is a real voice!' Pan just grinned.
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World
That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon
The series of roars and screams and everything in between shocked Vegeta. Of course he couldn't understand a word of what they were saying.
Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerised
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog
'Come on!' Shouted Vegeta with an uncertain grin. He doubted that it was a real voice. But if it was, he had never dreamed that anybody could do that.
They raped and left...
(Five men of God)
...Her ghost in the fog
Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer
She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"
Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand in between?"
And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...
The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice
A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare...
She was Erzulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin
And so for Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...
Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept form cries
Mesmerised
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog
And I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog
Her ghost in the fog
It ended with a tortured scream that compared to some of his past victims' just before they me their end at his hands. He stared wide eyed at the speakers before a superior smirk once again graced his lips. 'Brilliant,' he said simply while looking at Pan.
Pan smiled and flashed the peace sign for good measure. A knock came from the door and Trunks peered in. 'Hi guys! Grandma says that it's dinner in a few minutes,' he told them. Pan nodded and Vegeta grunted. Trunks nodded and left, shutting the door behind him.
'Well that was nice. Wanna go get some food? I'm starving!' Vegeta was about to decline when his stomach growled audibly. 'The noises your stomach is making tells me it wants food,' said Pan in a lively tone. Vegeta lightly grunted in agreement. 'And then later maybe we could....' She trailed off so that he would pick up on her.
'We could what? Spit it out girl!' He demanded.
'We could spar?' She asked uncertainly. He raised an eyebrow. 'It's just that I've always wanted to spar with you, but the only time I ever asked you turned me down,' she babbled.
'Okay. I'll "spar" with you.' He chuckled at the word not taking it seriously. 'We'll train in 450 times gravity,' he added just when her face lit up even further.
'WHAT!!?! I can't take that kind of gravity Vegeta!' Yelled Pan.
He chuckled darkly. 'I train in 24 hundred times earth's normal gravity, but just for you I'll wower it to tweehundwred,' he offered as if her were talking to a baby. This angered Pan. She was now more determined than ever and was not afraid to spar in 300 times earths norm. This of course was Vegeta's plan all along, but he'd leave it for now. He wanted to eat. He motioned to the door with a tilt of his head and left with Pan close behind.
Dinner went by normally. Trunks, Mr. and Mrs. Briefs, Bra, Bulma, Vegeta and Pan sat around to circular table chatting away. Pan was talking to Bra, Mr. Briefs to his wife, Bulma to Trunks and Vegeta was listening in on the conversations.
'I think something interesting is going to happen between Vegeta and Pan,' whispered Mrs. Briefs excitedly to her husbands ear.
'Come now! You and your imagination!' He whispered back. Pan missed it, but Vegeta did not. He thought it a bit odd that she was thinking that. *Ha! I'd never mate to Kakarott's brat's brat, and I'm offended that she presumes such things.*
'Vegeta?' Called Bulma cheerfully.
'What is it onna?' He replied with hint of agitation. Bulma didn't notice.
'The new GR should be ready tomorrow.'
He was surprised that it was done so quickly, but he didn't show it. 'Good,' was all he said.
Dinner went smoothly after that. Vegeta got up and put his dishes in the sink and went upstairs. Mr. Briefs and Bulma went into the lab, Pan and Bra went their separate ways, Trunks went off someplace and Mrs. Briefs began to clean up.
Pan walked up the stairs and slipped again. She was more prepared this time and stopped in midair. 'Woah...I should complain about that stair,' grumbled Pan. She made her way to her room and nearly jump through the roof when she saw Vegeta standing over her bed looking at her CD's. 'VEGETA!!' She shouted. 'What are ya trying to do? Give me a heart attack!?' she questioned.
'Actually, I was curious about you music. Is it all as good as the songs I just heard?' Inquired Vegeta.
'Well, no, not all of it, but it's still good. Why? Do you want to listen to one? Because I'm going to bed,' she said tiredly.
'As a matter of fact I would like one. Something...calm-ish,' told Vegeta.
'Hmm...' Pan walked over to the pile and routed through. She eventually pulled out a Nirvana album and handed it to him. He looked it over a few times before going downstairs to put it on. Pan stripped and clamoured into the double bed falling into a deep slumber.
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That's the end of Day 1 of 14 at the briefs'. I know it's a bit short AND not much happened in it, but that's gonna change in the next few chapters.
Also, I decided that I should point this out; Pan: almost 17 Bra: 18 Trunks: 26 Vegeta: who knows? In this fic a Saiya-jins life-span is about 200 years.
*Glares at Hikumi for eating when I had something to ask him but then forgot, and at PD for no reason in particular.* Thanks Hikumi for proofing this fic.
I'm available to chat on Yahoo IM xenophoberox during the weekends.
Next time: I haven't decided yet. Pan and Vegeta spar and what's this? Pan winning?
'What the hell are you laughing at?' He inquired softly, but firmly. He had meant to say it harshly, but something inside of him couldn't bring himself to shout at her without reason.
Pan's giggling gently died down. 'Gomen Vegeta. It's just that you were zoned out for a few minutes. It was a sight to behold,' answered Pan with a grin.
'How long? The last thing I remember was...when the song got really loud in the middle,' he said weakly. He hated it. He didn't like being confused like this. Or being off guard. He scowled.
'It doesn't matter.' Pan rose from her squatting position. 'So, did you like the music? Or did you drift off because it was boring?' Asked Pan with a hint reluctance.
Vegeta stood up. 'I think it's possibly some of the...' He paused just to prolong her anticipation. Pan had a look o hurt plastered on her face from what she was sure would be an insult. '...Best earth music I've even heard,' he complimented with a smirk. She looked up at him to see if he meant it. She saw the glint in his coal black eyes and felt overjoyed. For one of Goku's descendants to receive such a compliment was really saying something. Her face lit up and she felt like hugging him, but she restrained herself. Barely. So she instead leapt into the air fist first and proceeded to humorously run around the room. A small sweatdrop made it's way down the side of Vegeta's face. 'Why are you acting like some kind of moron, brat?' demanded Vegeta.
Pan stopped. 'Uhh....'
'That's what I thought. Tell me, is all of you music similar to that?' Asked Vegeta.
'Um....Yeah. Some is heavier, some is lighter, different themes, instruments...stuff like that?' Said Pan a bit uncertainly.
'What do you mean by that? I don't care, just so long as it is not the same garbage my brat and the onna listen to,' answered Vegeta.
'Well...it can be fast, slow, lively, dark, simple, sophisticated...The instruments can range from guitar, electric guitar, bass, guitar to keyboard, drums, air guitar and a Dj station,' informed Pan. She decided to get to the point when sew saw Vegeta, who was nodding at everything she said, try to pretend he understood all of what she was saying. 'The names of the bands sometimes give a very broad picture of what to expect. So do the cases,' she finished. Vegeta nodded and walked to her bed and studied the mound of CD's that lay by her pillow. One by one her picked them up and looked at them. Some of them were DVD's with the music videos on them, he noted.
'This one,' he said handing one out to Pan that had caught his interest. Pan took it and almost felt like cackling. Midian by Cradle of Filth. Pan put it, turned up the volume to 15, went to song 8 and hit play.
'Why did you pick this one?' Asked Pan in the interlude to the part where the song began at 18 seconds in.
'The picture on the back,' he answered with an evil grin.
'Okay,' she said. 'But they're method of singing is...unique,' she added with a grin of her own.
Her Ghost In The Fog by Cradle of Filth
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But oh, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall see..."
She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liquored eyes
An Arabian nightmare...
She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
'Yeah right!' Exclaimed Vegeta. 'There is no way in hell that that is a real voice!' Pan just grinned.
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World
That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon
The series of roars and screams and everything in between shocked Vegeta. Of course he couldn't understand a word of what they were saying.
Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerised
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog
'Come on!' Shouted Vegeta with an uncertain grin. He doubted that it was a real voice. But if it was, he had never dreamed that anybody could do that.
They raped and left...
(Five men of God)
...Her ghost in the fog
Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer
She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"
Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand in between?"
And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...
The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice
A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare...
She was Erzulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin
And so for Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...
Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept form cries
Mesmerised
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog
And I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog
Her ghost in the fog
It ended with a tortured scream that compared to some of his past victims' just before they me their end at his hands. He stared wide eyed at the speakers before a superior smirk once again graced his lips. 'Brilliant,' he said simply while looking at Pan.
Pan smiled and flashed the peace sign for good measure. A knock came from the door and Trunks peered in. 'Hi guys! Grandma says that it's dinner in a few minutes,' he told them. Pan nodded and Vegeta grunted. Trunks nodded and left, shutting the door behind him.
'Well that was nice. Wanna go get some food? I'm starving!' Vegeta was about to decline when his stomach growled audibly. 'The noises your stomach is making tells me it wants food,' said Pan in a lively tone. Vegeta lightly grunted in agreement. 'And then later maybe we could....' She trailed off so that he would pick up on her.
'We could what? Spit it out girl!' He demanded.
'We could spar?' She asked uncertainly. He raised an eyebrow. 'It's just that I've always wanted to spar with you, but the only time I ever asked you turned me down,' she babbled.
'Okay. I'll "spar" with you.' He chuckled at the word not taking it seriously. 'We'll train in 450 times gravity,' he added just when her face lit up even further.
'WHAT!!?! I can't take that kind of gravity Vegeta!' Yelled Pan.
He chuckled darkly. 'I train in 24 hundred times earth's normal gravity, but just for you I'll wower it to tweehundwred,' he offered as if her were talking to a baby. This angered Pan. She was now more determined than ever and was not afraid to spar in 300 times earths norm. This of course was Vegeta's plan all along, but he'd leave it for now. He wanted to eat. He motioned to the door with a tilt of his head and left with Pan close behind.
Dinner went by normally. Trunks, Mr. and Mrs. Briefs, Bra, Bulma, Vegeta and Pan sat around to circular table chatting away. Pan was talking to Bra, Mr. Briefs to his wife, Bulma to Trunks and Vegeta was listening in on the conversations.
'I think something interesting is going to happen between Vegeta and Pan,' whispered Mrs. Briefs excitedly to her husbands ear.
'Come now! You and your imagination!' He whispered back. Pan missed it, but Vegeta did not. He thought it a bit odd that she was thinking that. *Ha! I'd never mate to Kakarott's brat's brat, and I'm offended that she presumes such things.*
'Vegeta?' Called Bulma cheerfully.
'What is it onna?' He replied with hint of agitation. Bulma didn't notice.
'The new GR should be ready tomorrow.'
He was surprised that it was done so quickly, but he didn't show it. 'Good,' was all he said.
Dinner went smoothly after that. Vegeta got up and put his dishes in the sink and went upstairs. Mr. Briefs and Bulma went into the lab, Pan and Bra went their separate ways, Trunks went off someplace and Mrs. Briefs began to clean up.
Pan walked up the stairs and slipped again. She was more prepared this time and stopped in midair. 'Woah...I should complain about that stair,' grumbled Pan. She made her way to her room and nearly jump through the roof when she saw Vegeta standing over her bed looking at her CD's. 'VEGETA!!' She shouted. 'What are ya trying to do? Give me a heart attack!?' she questioned.
'Actually, I was curious about you music. Is it all as good as the songs I just heard?' Inquired Vegeta.
'Well, no, not all of it, but it's still good. Why? Do you want to listen to one? Because I'm going to bed,' she said tiredly.
'As a matter of fact I would like one. Something...calm-ish,' told Vegeta.
'Hmm...' Pan walked over to the pile and routed through. She eventually pulled out a Nirvana album and handed it to him. He looked it over a few times before going downstairs to put it on. Pan stripped and clamoured into the double bed falling into a deep slumber.
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That's the end of Day 1 of 14 at the briefs'. I know it's a bit short AND not much happened in it, but that's gonna change in the next few chapters.
Also, I decided that I should point this out; Pan: almost 17 Bra: 18 Trunks: 26 Vegeta: who knows? In this fic a Saiya-jins life-span is about 200 years.
*Glares at Hikumi for eating when I had something to ask him but then forgot, and at PD for no reason in particular.* Thanks Hikumi for proofing this fic.
I'm available to chat on Yahoo IM xenophoberox during the weekends.
Next time: I haven't decided yet. Pan and Vegeta spar and what's this? Pan winning?