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'Maybe...maybe he'll go to the concert wif me...' murmured Pan in her sleep as she dreamt about what might happen if he did.
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Six days had passed since the day in the gravity room when Vegeta had come so close to kissing Pan. Ever since then she felt a strange feeling inside her whenever he was around that she couldn't quite understand. At first she had tried to distance herself from Vegeta, but after he came looking for her she mostly got over the incident. Not that she minded his company. Quite the opposite, she enjoyed it immensely. She was amazed at how much interest he took in her music. His favourite type was black metal, but he really liked most of what she had to offer him. She had even convinced him to try her guitar out. He, of course, couldn't play it, and nearly ended up smashing it in a rage. As hard as it was to believe, she considered Vegeta as friend. She often wondered if he felt the same way. She had the impression that Vegeta had never had any real friends. She had managed to get bits and pieces of his past that he dropped while they were talking. He wasn't always mopey though. He joked with Pan about Trunks sometimes. It was more like taking the piss out of him and his natural hair colour. Mostly. And of course how weak he was. Actually, that was Vegeta bragging about his own strength.
Now, Pan lay sprawled out on the floor of the gravity room. Since she came to CC she had gotten much stronger. She was panting heavily from her intense workout in 300 times gravity. She was drained of her energy, and could have easily fallen asleep had the scent of breakfast not excited her. Unfortunately, she was so drained of strength she couldn't lift herself up. She tried again, harder this time. She called out for help. She would have been heard if the room was not soundproof like many other rooms in the house. After about five minutes of calling out for help and struggling to get up, she accepted the fact that she wasn't going to get out of there until someone came looking for her. She sighed, then fell asleep.
Vegeta had been eating breakfast while Pan had been struggling to get up. He felt her ki try to up on several occasions, only to have it dipped lower than before. It was, however, rising again. He assumed she had fallen asleep as she had stopped moving. He finished, then went out to the gravity room.
When he opened the door the first thing he noticed was her scent. It was very strong. Stronger than his own. *Most likely because she uses this place more than I do.* He stopped to think about what he had just been thinking about and chuckled. He looked around and spotted Pan. She was lying asleep on the floor, her hair silky black hair matted to her face. He stood there staring at her for longer than he cared to know. After an eternity she began to stir. Pan opened her eyes and met coal black ones staring right back. She remained locked with his gaze for a few seconds before looking away, blushing. Vegeta smirked. Just as she was about to get up she fell back down again. She looked over at Vegeta, who was now fiddling with the gravity controls. 'What do you think you're doing, Vegeta!?!' demanded Pan.
He looked over at her. 'Increasing your gravity to 350?' he answered innocently.
'WHAT!?' She roared. She got up unsteadily and began the short, hard journey to the controls.
'I don't think so,' he said. Before she could get any further the gravity went up to 500. She had been completely rejuvenated during her nap, but was no match for 500 times gravity. She was using all of her power just to keep from being crushed. She fell painfully to her hands and knees. She raised her head with difficulty and glared at the smirking Vegeta.
'Why?' she asked. 'Revenge,' he said smugly. Pan knew he wasn't going to let her up until he felt like it, so she crawled over to a wall and sat against it.
He turned the gravity down to 400 and walked over to her and sat down beside her. He forced her into a conversation. She was not pleased with how he was treating her. She still couldn't move. *At least I'm not struggling to stay alive* she thought. After an hour of her being pissed off, Vegeta turned the gravity down to 1. Pan got up, walked over to Vegeta and punched him in the stomach as hard as she could. Vegeta barely felt it.
'Vegeta, I want you to know that if you ever do that again,' was all Pan got out before Vegeta leaned forward and kissed her. Not like last time. This was a real kiss. His lips ravaged hers hungrily. Pan reveled in the soft warmth of the embrace. He broke it off as abruptly as he had started it. Pan stared at Vegeta in shock.
'What were you saying?' asked Vegeta as if nothing had happened.
It took Pan a second to acknowledge what he had said. 'Vegeta, I was wondering, do you want to go to a heavy metal concert with me tomorrow night?' she said quickly. *That not what I wanted to say! Kami! I just asked him out! HE just kissed me! Was it a mistake? No. No way that that was a mistake! Should I be angry? I don't want to be angry. Happy? No. I can't be happy about that! But...I...I...*
'Yes. I think that I would enjoy that. I assume it's at the stadium in town. Correct?' he said. She nodded numbly. 'Good.' Pan stared at his back as he walked away. She traced her lips with her thumb, as if trying to recapture the moment.
*But I am happy...*
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Sorry about the shortness of this chapter, but if I did anything else I'd just be babbling. The next chapter will document the concert, Tattoo the Planet. That was a real concert that I was going to go to, but they changed the date on very short notice so I missed it! And it was Static-X, Pantera, Cradle of Filth and Slayer! Oh well...In the fic it's pretty much a really big concert with all the greatest faces in metal. Review!!
I know your probably all thinking 'Vegeta is OOC', right? This factors in later, so don't worry.
Last: My Grandmother has been dying for the last 2 years from a terminal illness, and it looks like she's not gonna be around much longer. What this means to you is the fic may go on hiatus with no notice in the near future (I'd be going to her house in the U.S for a few weeks and she has no computer!! O_O;;;).
Hikumi: However, I'm still here! *waits* So...nobody cares, then? I give up...v.v
'Maybe...maybe he'll go to the concert wif me...' murmured Pan in her sleep as she dreamt about what might happen if he did.
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Six days had passed since the day in the gravity room when Vegeta had come so close to kissing Pan. Ever since then she felt a strange feeling inside her whenever he was around that she couldn't quite understand. At first she had tried to distance herself from Vegeta, but after he came looking for her she mostly got over the incident. Not that she minded his company. Quite the opposite, she enjoyed it immensely. She was amazed at how much interest he took in her music. His favourite type was black metal, but he really liked most of what she had to offer him. She had even convinced him to try her guitar out. He, of course, couldn't play it, and nearly ended up smashing it in a rage. As hard as it was to believe, she considered Vegeta as friend. She often wondered if he felt the same way. She had the impression that Vegeta had never had any real friends. She had managed to get bits and pieces of his past that he dropped while they were talking. He wasn't always mopey though. He joked with Pan about Trunks sometimes. It was more like taking the piss out of him and his natural hair colour. Mostly. And of course how weak he was. Actually, that was Vegeta bragging about his own strength.
Now, Pan lay sprawled out on the floor of the gravity room. Since she came to CC she had gotten much stronger. She was panting heavily from her intense workout in 300 times gravity. She was drained of her energy, and could have easily fallen asleep had the scent of breakfast not excited her. Unfortunately, she was so drained of strength she couldn't lift herself up. She tried again, harder this time. She called out for help. She would have been heard if the room was not soundproof like many other rooms in the house. After about five minutes of calling out for help and struggling to get up, she accepted the fact that she wasn't going to get out of there until someone came looking for her. She sighed, then fell asleep.
Vegeta had been eating breakfast while Pan had been struggling to get up. He felt her ki try to up on several occasions, only to have it dipped lower than before. It was, however, rising again. He assumed she had fallen asleep as she had stopped moving. He finished, then went out to the gravity room.
When he opened the door the first thing he noticed was her scent. It was very strong. Stronger than his own. *Most likely because she uses this place more than I do.* He stopped to think about what he had just been thinking about and chuckled. He looked around and spotted Pan. She was lying asleep on the floor, her hair silky black hair matted to her face. He stood there staring at her for longer than he cared to know. After an eternity she began to stir. Pan opened her eyes and met coal black ones staring right back. She remained locked with his gaze for a few seconds before looking away, blushing. Vegeta smirked. Just as she was about to get up she fell back down again. She looked over at Vegeta, who was now fiddling with the gravity controls. 'What do you think you're doing, Vegeta!?!' demanded Pan.
He looked over at her. 'Increasing your gravity to 350?' he answered innocently.
'WHAT!?' She roared. She got up unsteadily and began the short, hard journey to the controls.
'I don't think so,' he said. Before she could get any further the gravity went up to 500. She had been completely rejuvenated during her nap, but was no match for 500 times gravity. She was using all of her power just to keep from being crushed. She fell painfully to her hands and knees. She raised her head with difficulty and glared at the smirking Vegeta.
'Why?' she asked. 'Revenge,' he said smugly. Pan knew he wasn't going to let her up until he felt like it, so she crawled over to a wall and sat against it.
He turned the gravity down to 400 and walked over to her and sat down beside her. He forced her into a conversation. She was not pleased with how he was treating her. She still couldn't move. *At least I'm not struggling to stay alive* she thought. After an hour of her being pissed off, Vegeta turned the gravity down to 1. Pan got up, walked over to Vegeta and punched him in the stomach as hard as she could. Vegeta barely felt it.
'Vegeta, I want you to know that if you ever do that again,' was all Pan got out before Vegeta leaned forward and kissed her. Not like last time. This was a real kiss. His lips ravaged hers hungrily. Pan reveled in the soft warmth of the embrace. He broke it off as abruptly as he had started it. Pan stared at Vegeta in shock.
'What were you saying?' asked Vegeta as if nothing had happened.
It took Pan a second to acknowledge what he had said. 'Vegeta, I was wondering, do you want to go to a heavy metal concert with me tomorrow night?' she said quickly. *That not what I wanted to say! Kami! I just asked him out! HE just kissed me! Was it a mistake? No. No way that that was a mistake! Should I be angry? I don't want to be angry. Happy? No. I can't be happy about that! But...I...I...*
'Yes. I think that I would enjoy that. I assume it's at the stadium in town. Correct?' he said. She nodded numbly. 'Good.' Pan stared at his back as he walked away. She traced her lips with her thumb, as if trying to recapture the moment.
*But I am happy...*
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Sorry about the shortness of this chapter, but if I did anything else I'd just be babbling. The next chapter will document the concert, Tattoo the Planet. That was a real concert that I was going to go to, but they changed the date on very short notice so I missed it! And it was Static-X, Pantera, Cradle of Filth and Slayer! Oh well...In the fic it's pretty much a really big concert with all the greatest faces in metal. Review!!
I know your probably all thinking 'Vegeta is OOC', right? This factors in later, so don't worry.
Last: My Grandmother has been dying for the last 2 years from a terminal illness, and it looks like she's not gonna be around much longer. What this means to you is the fic may go on hiatus with no notice in the near future (I'd be going to her house in the U.S for a few weeks and she has no computer!! O_O;;;).
Hikumi: However, I'm still here! *waits* So...nobody cares, then? I give up...v.v