H Title: Tattoo the Planet
Disclaimer: I don't own Mega Deth, Metallica, Marilyn Manson, Slayer, Cradle of Filth, Pantera ect...
Sorry this took so long to get out. My grandmother is still alive and there is gonna be an very large amount of swearing and messed people in this chapter. There is also a bit of bloodshed in the next chapter, So remember: Teenagers and up! No young kids. This is just how my friends and I act (retarded). In fact, I am featured in this chapter! Minor Mary sue alert! (don't worry, It's no regular self-insertation. I'm just an extra.)
Hikumi: Hmm...*reads* Lotta extras here...this should keep everyone guessing...
Also, Vegeta is a bit out of character in this chapter for no reason other than to fit into the picture. (he's making an effort)
Pan woke up in her bed at CC. She was calm for a moment, but then she remembered what had transpired between her and Vegeta in the gravity room only yesterday. *Kuso!* she thought. *I asked him to the concert! And he said yes! He'll end up killing somebody. With the number of assholes there he's sure to become pissed off... Okay. I'll just bring him, find a familiar face and keep him talking. Talking? This is Vegeta!* She was interrupted when Vegeta walked into the room. 'Ahh!! Vegeta, I'm in bed! What if I wasn't wearing anything!?' roared a blushing Pan to Vegeta. Vegeta stared at her, smirking.
'What if you weren't wearing anything?' he retorted slyly. Pan inhaled sharply and flushed deeper. 'You slept in late,' he continued, 'so I brought up breakfast for you. Here,' he finished as he handed a tray full of things like bacon, pudding, toast and eggs. Pan looked at the tray with a stupefied expression on her face. She slowly reached out and took it from Vegeta and set it on her lap while sitting up.
They sat in silence as Pan gulped her food down. When she finished she got out of bed and got dressed. 'Did you like it?' inquired Vegeta. Pan looked up at Vegeta, a bit surprised.
'Yeah. Why? You know I like Mrs. Briefs' cooking.' Vegeta frowned.
'That buffoon didn't cook your meal.'
'Then who did? Bulma?'
'I did.'
Pan laughed. 'Sure you did. Now come on, who made it? Bra? Trunks? Dr. Briefs?' A slightly hurt expression crossed Vegeta's face as she laughed at him. He growled and then left without a word. Pan stopped laughing when she realised that she had rejected the idea of him doing something for her. *Oh no. He really did make that, didn't he? And I laughed at him. The first act of kindness on his part and I throw it back in his face. Way to hurt a friend. I've gotta go find him!* she thought before leaping out of bed and running after him.
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Vegeta stomped angrily away from Pan's room. *Why did she not believe me? Does she not trust me? But I thought we were friends. Aren't friends meant to trust each other?* He paused for a second after that thought. *Friends? Are we really friends? Yes. Yes, we are friends........I've never had any friends before. But I spent 2 hours preparing that food, and when I tell her that, she laughs in my face! Friends don't do that. Do they?....But what if it was a good natured laugh? It seemed that way...Kami, I've gotta go back!*
Vegeta turned around to head for Pan's room and crashed into none other than Pan. She was about to fall back, but Vegeta caught her by the shoulders. They looked into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. 'Pan, I-'
Pan cut Vegeta off. 'Vegeta, I'm sorry that I laughed at you and that I didn't believe you. It's just that...well...what you did for me was very out of character, so it was hard for me to believe. And the meal was wonderful,' said Pan.
'Thank you,' Vegeta said with some difficulty. He couldn't remember the last time he had said that without malice to someone. The hall fell into a comfortable silence that lasted a few minutes.
'Vegeta, you're my friend, right?' asked Pan uncertainly. She abhorred the thought that he might not care anything for her. He looked into her eyes as if examining her thoughts.
'Yes. And you're mine.' When he said that Pan was overjoyed. So overjoyed that she leapt at Vegeta and hugged him. She released him after a few seconds. She looked at him and blushed. She began to fiddle with her shirt. 'What was that for?' asked Vegeta, who was very surprised.
'For being my friend. I've only ever had a few friends and every one of them counts.'
'You've only had a few people who you would call a friend? But I don't see why anybody wouldn't enjoy your company,' said Vegeta.
'People my age always made fun of me when I was in primary school. They ignored me in middle school. It's only this year that I've made any real friends in high school. And even now not that many. I've been trying to suppress my instincts, but the more I do the more I feel the need to act upon them. Before last year, Bra was my only friend. So you see, making a new friend is a big deal for me. That's why I'm so happy,' told Pan. Vegeta thought about what she had said and was overjoyed that he brought so much happiness to her. He didn't know why he cared. He had never really cared for someone in this way for a very long time. *Ever since her...* He debated whether or not to tell her about what he was thinking. He wanted to, but he was afraid that she would laugh at him. Or pretend that she didn't care. *But why would she care? This person died long before her father was born...* He looked at her more intensely and made up his mind.
'You're only the second friend I've ever had. I had one friend when I was much younger. A female friend. I loved her. I wanted to mate with her, but I knew that if I did, Freeza would have killed her, so we had to keep our relationship a secret. Freeza found out anyway and he took her away from me. He publicly aborted our baby and then killed her, but not before letting Zarbon, Dodoria and the Ginyu force have their way with her. There was nothing I could do. I was so weak. Had I been a thousand times stronger I couldn't have stopped it. I made two vows that day. One was to kill Freeza and all his men. The other...' He trailed off. Pan was bombarded with many emotions. First she was surprised that Vegeta was telling her this, then saddened for his loss, then angry at Freeza, then guilty that she couldn't have stopped it.
'Vegeta...I never knew...' said Pan sadly.
'It's not your fault. It's mine. If only I could have bonded to her...If I had I'm sure that I could have become a Super Saiya-jin and killed Freeza. Bonded Saiya-jins are more powerful than non-bonded ones. I couldn't bond to her because she was not Saiya-jin. I came so close to going super that day. It was just like when I did become super, only my will had been shattered. If only I had pushed a little further...' Vegeta trailed off. He let go of her. 'Enough about my past. Is there some kind of clothing that I need to wear tonight?' he asked. The sudden change in subject hinted to Pan that he was uncomfortable with what they had been talking about. She decided to go along with it.
'Wellll......that depends. What are you willing to wear?' inquired Pan.
'It must not be silly. Or colourful. Or stupid. Or-'
'I think you should go in your old armor,' interrupted Pan. 'You know, the one with the flaps on the side and the shoulder thingies? If you painted that red and black it would look great! I'll help you. Come on!' Pan then proceeded to drag Vegeta down the hall to his room where she assumed he kept his clothes and armor. They soon arrived at Bulma and Vegeta's room. 'Where do you keep it?' asked Pan. Vegeta pointed over to a mahogany closet on the the messy side of the room. Pan trotted over to it and opened it. The inside was very plain. It was dusty. 'It probably hasn't been cleaned since Vegeta moved in,' she mused.
Vegeta glared at her, but she just smiled back.
'My older stuff is at the back.'
Pan searched through his stuff amazed at what she found. Ray guns, armor, both old and new, a scouter, what Pan assumed to be intergalactic star maps. 'Vegeta, where did you get this stuff? I was told that you had nothing with you when you were wished to Earth from Namek,' asked a very curious Pan.
'After I was wished back I went in search of Kakarot. I picked up this stuff along the way. Now get the armour and lets get out of here. It will take time for the paint to dry,' said Vegeta impatiently. Pan emerged from the closet with not one, but two sets of armor. They were blue and goldish-orange. They both had large shoulder guards and flaps that came down to guard the thighs.
'Let's go to my friends house to paint these.' Vegeta was shaking his head "no". 'He's the one who invited me, so we have to go anyway if you want to get in,' said a smirking Pan. Vegeta sighed.
'Fine. We leave right now,' said Vegeta firmly.
'So you won't be wearing your pink badman shirt?' asked Pan, who feigned disappointment. Vegeta face-faulted.
'NO!! How dare you insult me like that!!' roared Vegeta. Pan just laughed.
'C'mon Veggie-chan, follow me!' shouted Pan as she jumped off the balcony outside the window and flew off. Vegeta growled, but followed her anyway.
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Ozzy was sitting in his room watching MTV2 when he heard the doorbell ring. He went downstairs and opened the door. Much to his surprise, Pan and a scary-looking man were there. 'Uhh...Hey Pan! What's up?' he said while looking nervously at Vegeta.
'Hey Ozzy. I made it for the concert! I brought a new friend too. This is Vegeta. Vegeta, this is David Osborn. Just call him Ozzy,' said Pan cheerfully as she introduced her friends to one another.
Ozzy waved. 'Hello Vegeta. If your a 'friend' of Pan's, your a friend of mine,' he said slyly, waggling his black eyebrows up and down in a suggestive manner.
'I assure you, we are JUST friends,' stated Pan firmly after she slapped him upside the head, messing up his long, black hair. Vegeta raised one eyebrow.
'What?' he replied innocently. 'Why don't you two come in? I was watching MTV2. Getting ready for the concert, which doesn't start for...' He looked down at his wrist, reading his imaginary watch. 'six hours.'
Pan and Vegeta walked in. Vegeta looked up at Ozzy, who would have been a good 8 inches taller than him if his hair didn't spike up like a flame. 'Nice hair, Vegeta,' commented Ozzy.
'Bitch,' said Vegeta calmly.
'Ass,' retaliated Ozzy.
'Bakayaro.'
'Shit-head.'
'Weakling.'
'Was that a challenge?' asked Ozzy ludicrously.
'Like you could beat me.'
Ozzy then pulled back and punched Vegeta right in the nose. 'AHH!!!!!' roared Ozzy as he brought back his hand and put his knuckles in his mouth. 'That hurt like fuck!! I give!' Vegeta smirked. 'What do you have behind that face? A brick wall?'
'It doesn't matter, Ozzy,' said Pan. 'We need these painted red and black. Can you help?' she asked as she held up the armor in her hand.
Still swearing and muttering under his breath, Ozzy took the two items from Pan and looked them over. 'These are really cool, Pan. Will you be wearing them tonight?'
She nodded. 'Vegeta too.'
'Let's go to my mom's room. She likes to paint and has a bunch of shit we could use,' said Ozzy.
The three went upstairs and entered his mom's room. There was a double bed by the wall, and a canvas and a bunch of paint stuff on the floor. Ozzy laid the two sets of armor on the bed and opened the red and black paint.
The three worked on them for hours. Vegeta really amazed Pan when he announced that he would be painting as well. She wondered why everyone said that he was so cold. She certainly didn't think so. He had never been maliciously cruel to her. They joked around and insulted each other, but it had never been serious. *Who ever would have thought! Vegeta, my friend. Dad always acted like he was the devil, but...he's not. He's really cool AND he'd kick my dad's ass, and his son's ass, put together times ten!* Pan grinned. *And someday I'm gonna be strong enough to kick his ass...I hope....I wish...whatever.*
'I have finished,' stated Vegeta. Pan looked at his armour. Little bits of red outlined the pitch black mass of the armour. It looked so cool she was jealous. She had finished some time before him because she used only black; not as kick-ass-looking as red and black.
'Yep,' said Ozzy with disinterest even though he was very impressed.
'That is so cool, Vegeta. We are so gonna rock tonight,' said Pan honestly.
'What about...ME!!' yelled Ozzy in a voice that reminded Pan of her fathers Saiyaman voice. Pan and Vegeta both stayed silent for the sheer purpose of creating a "Who the hell is that" atmosphere. 'Fine! But I'm still gonna rock,' moped Ozzy after a few seconds.
'So Vegeta, what's up?' With that Ozzy sighed and left to change. Vegeta looked at Pan and laughed. He had figured out that Pan was trying to make Ozzy feel like a sad loner. Vegeta didn't say anything after he had stopped laughing.
'We should be going to the concert. It starts in an hour.' Vegeta nodded. He put his armour on and adjusted it. Pan marveled at him for a few seconds before she found Vegeta helping her into her armor. He pulled it over her head and stood back to admire her. 'So how do I look? And be honest, Vegeta,' asked Pan firmly.
'You look...' Vegeta had trouble getting the words out. He wanted to say it, but was afraid that if he did he would jeopardise their new-found friendship.
'I look...?' Vegeta didn't say anything. 'Come on! Tell me!' demanded Pan.
'You look...beautiful,' he managed to choke out.
Pan raised an eyebrow. 'In battle armor? Cool.' She grinned to herself. She then realised that he had meant it in a different way to how she took it. She blushed and looked away from him. He smiled. Ozzy chose that moment to reappear dressed in black jeans, calf high boots, and Mega Deth shirt, complete with a leather jacket with numerous sewn on patches.
'Lets go. Pan, because we're late you'll have to fly us there,' said Ozzy. Vegeta looked mildly surprised that he knew about flying.
'I can fly myself,' said Vegeta.
'You can? I wish I could!' Ozzy whined.
'Vegeta,' called Pan. 'I forgot my guitar at your place. I want to try and have a few people sign it, so I gotta go get it. Take Oz to the concert, will ya?' said Pan. She was already heading for the window.
'Oh I get now. Hehe...Pan's fuckin' Vegeta!!' teased Ozzy. Pan turned red with embarrassment.
'No I'm not. Fuck you, you jackasshole!' insulted Pan as she flew out the window on her way to CC.
Ozzy ran to the window. 'YO MA!!' He watched her go before turning to Vegeta. 'She is such a dick. So anyway, Vegeta. How's it goin'? Would you like some tips on how to act?' Vegeta snorted and picked Ozzy up and flew out the window.
The flare of ki dried the paint on his armor, so Ozzy didn't smudge it on the way. Also on the way, Ozzy told Vegeta how to act accordingly, much to Vegeta's displeasure.
'And if somebody says 'yo ma was great last night', you say-'
'If you don't shut the fuck up right now I'll kill you. Friend of Pan or not,' threatened Vegeta.
'....Slaughter in the name of Christ? Cool...'
'You are very stupid, aren't you?'
'Why, if by stupid you mean stupid, then no. I am above average intelligence.'
'Funny. I could have sworn that Earth has not gotten universally stupider in the last 20 years.' Ozzy laughed out loud. Vegeta then became aware of Pan's rapidly approaching ki. He turned his head and saw her coming. He slowed down to her speed and leveled with her. Sure enough, she had her guitar case slung over her back.
'And,' Ozzy began, but got no further because Vegeta threw him to Pan, who caught him. 'Vegeta! You are such a dickhead! What if Pan didn't want to save me?'
'Then you would have fallen about 6 feet onto the ground. We're here.'
'So we are.'
They had landed in an alley way. Vegeta motioned for the other two to go round the corner to The Point: The really, really big public events building where concerts, fairs, shows and track racing took place. They walked across the street and over to the bouncer who stood outside the double doors which led inside. He was checking that each person had a ticket, and turned away those who didn't. 'Hey, Chris!' called Pan. He looked over at her and smiled.
'Hey Panny! I didn't think you could make it, what with living with a billion heir and stuff. Wow! That outfit looks so cool it's unreal. Hey Ozzy. Who's this?' Chris asked motioning to Vegeta. 'He's even cooler looking than you, Pan.'
'That's Vegeta. They're fucking,' said Ozzy with a grin. Pan smacked him over the head. Hard. So hard that he crashed right through the doors and came to a halt about 10 feet inside.
'He is such a wanker. We're not even going out, Chris, so don't get any ideas,' said Pan irritably.
'Too late,' said Chris with a grin. Ozzy had recovered and returned.
'Bitch.' Pan just smiled sweetly at Ozzy.
'That hurt..'
'See ya inside when your done here, Chris. Bye,' said Pan as she, Ozzy and Vegeta went inside.
Inside was a mass of people, flashing lights, and background music. The smell of alcohol and smoke was overwhelming. To a Saiya-jin anyway. Ozzy didn't seem to notice. *Most likely because he is brain-dead..* thought Vegeta.
'I'm gonna go and look for the guys. Wanna come?' Ozzy asked Pan and Vegeta. They both nodded and went off in search of Pan's friends.
Soon after they began searching, the concert started. A band got up on stage. Ozzy and Pan knew them as Metallica. The singer began to talk.
'Hello, people of wherever the fuck we are right now.' The crowed cheered. 'First of all, I'd like to thank you for paying tonight.' The crowed booed. 'Whoops. I mean, coming tonight. I've been asked to read the list of bands that will be playing to night. Each band will be on at different times and each are allowed to play only two songs of their choice. The bands tonight in no particular order will be as follows:
Mega Deth
Metallica
Marilyn Manson
Slayer
Pantera
Soil
(A/N I'm not gonna put 12 songs into the fic, so expect a max of only 1)
Did I forget to say Metallica?' he finished. Less than a second later the band started.
Until It Sleeps
Where do I take this pain of mine
I run, but it stays right my side
So tear me open, pour me out
There's things inside that scream and shout
And the pain still hates me
So hold me, until it sleeps
Vegeta, Pan and Ozzy continued to look for their friends. Ozzy was swinging his hair around as he walked, but Vegeta and Pan could relate to the song. They had both had painful lives and only in recent years had they gotten better. It didn't make the pain go away though. It was always there, like a scar. It would fade, but it would never vanish.
Just like the curse, just like the stray
You feed it once, and now it stays
So tear me open, but beware
There's things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me, until I'm clean
It grips you, so hold me
It stains you, so hold me
It hates you, so hold me
It holds you, so hold me
Until it sleeps
So tell me why you've chosen me
Don't want your grip, don't want your greed
I'll tear me open, make you gone
No more can you hurt anyone
And the fear still shakes me
So hold me, until it sleeps
Vegeta was very much reminded of his past self. The murdering, uncaring monster that Freeza had moulded him to be. He knew exactly what 'it' was, and it scared him. He was scared that 'it' would wake up again and make him hurt Pan. 'It' was the ability to transform into a Super Saiya-jin. That was when he was not in control.
It grips you, so hold me
It stains you, so hold me
It hates you, so hold me
It holds you, so hold me
Until it sleeps
He didn't have the control that Kakarot had. Kakarot could go for weeks as a Super Saiya-jin and still have a smile on his face. It drove Vegeta mad with power. He unconsciously took Pan's hand in his own as they walked. Pan didn't notice.
I don't want it
So tear me open, but beware
The things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me, 'till I'm clean...
I'll tear me open, make you gone
No longer will you hurt anyone
And the fear still shapes me
So hold me, until it sleeps...
Until it sleeps...
The song ended. Ozzy then spotted a gang of teenagers in their own little corner. Skateboards, bottles of drink and numerous other items littered the ground. 'There they are!' he yelled and ran over to them, Pan and Vegeta, hand in hand in tow.
'Did ya miss me?' said Ozzy to the group. There were 5 of them. They were all dressed in black. All in hoodies. They looked up at him and greeted him. They then looked at Pan and Vegeta.
'Hi Pan. I love you and your boyfriends' outfits,' said one of them.
'We're not together! Why does everybody say that?' mused an annoyed Pan.
'Maybe because you two fuckers're holding hands?' piped up another one. Vegeta and Pan shot a look at their interlocked hands and jumped back from each other.
'How the FUCK did that happen?!? I don't even remember that!' ranted Pan.
'Who the fuck cares?' said Vegeta. 'It was an accident.'
'Err...lemme introduce you guys,' offered Ozzy. 'Guys, this is Vegeta. He's fucking Pan no matter what either says.' He received a finger from Pan and a death glare from Vegeta. 'Vegeta, this is Knobbs,' he motioned to a guy with a Blink 182 hoodie. '...John...' He pointed to a 24 year old man with a plain black hoodie. '...Carl' He pointed to a 14 year old with blond spiky hair and a Linkin Park hoodie. 'Philip A.K.A. Simon' He pointed to the one that had spoke up first. 'And De Nero.' He pointed the the dark looking guy in the corner. They were all around 5'9 and all wore baggy denim trousers with multiple chains and runners, except De Nero, who had knee high boots.
'Hi..' each one of them said. Carl walked over to Vegeta. 'Nice hair, man. Can I have some?' Without waiting for an answer he pulled on Vegeta's hair. He wasn't able to get any out though. After a few minutes he gave up. 'That's really strong stuff, Vegeta.' That said, he walked over to Ozzy and grabbed a fistful of his hair. 'Here's a lesson about Ozzy. His hair comes out...' He pulled out about 50 strands. 'Easily!' He showed the hair to Vegeta ,who looked at it with distaste, before shoving it down his trousers. Vegeta looked at him oddly.
De Nero walked over and greeted Vegeta. 'Don't mind him, Vegeta. He hit his head as a boy.'
'So, Vegeta,' continued De Nero. 'Tell us about yourself. What's your favourite band? How old are you? What up with you and Pan? How long have you been into metal?' asked De Nero calmly.
'My...my age is not important. I don't have a favourite band. My deal with Pan is that we're friends. She is staying at my house because her parents are away on vacation. She brought over her music CDs and I found them interesting. My son's music drove me crazy. He's the teeniest tenniebopper I've ever seen. And he has purple hair,' Vegeta added as an afterthought. The group laughed.
'Cool,' Said John as he grinned and nodded his head. 'Pan's fucking a married man. Hehehe...' He looked up to see Pan holding a ki blast the size of a basketball.
'Shut up, shithead, or else I'll shove this thing so far up your ass you'll choke on it. Understand?' she said with a serious grin.
'Whatever,' he said. The whole gang knew of her powers. They knew everything about her except her bloodline. They assumed she got it from her grandfather on her mother's side and from her mother. 'Let's just pay attention to the concert.'
At that moment in time Marilyn Manson was on stage. 'Come on, you lot. Make some fucking noise!' The crowd cheered. 'What a fucking crap way to spend a weekend.' Someone threw a blow-up sex doll onto the stage and yelled something. Manson laughed. 'I don't think so. It looks to me like your fucking Mrs. I-hope-it's-better-in-bed too. This next song is entitled 'Tainted Love'!'
'He is so stupid,' stated De Nero.
'GET OFF THE STAGE YOU FUCKING CUNT!!!' shouted Knobbs.
The concert went on this way for hours on end. Band after band would go up, play, then fuck off somewhere. Towards the end of the concert Pan and Vegeta, who were next to the stage, standing away from the group, began to feel weird. It felt like their bodies were being rearranged. Vegeta knew what was happening. His tail was growing back. It soon began to hurt. A lot. The pain for both Pan and Vegeta became extreme. Vegeta began to sweat. He dropped to his knees and gritted his teeth hoping that it would help. It felt like his tail was being pulled, and on fire at the same time, even though it wasn't there yet. He cried out. The muffled cry soon became an agonising scream. He had had no idea that it was going to hurt at all, let alone cause this kind of agony. He struggled to look over at Pan. What he saw almost killed him on the inside.
Pan, in a fit of unbearable agony and panic had shot a ki blast into the air and it had crashed into the steel structure of the stage, which was now falling down. The crowd scattered and ran in all directions. The band on stage abandoned their instruments and fled. Vegeta caught the sight of a huge chunk of steel falling right on Pan. His heart leapt into his throat. Ignoring the spine-splitting pain in his body, or the risk of losing his tail, he went Super Saiya-jin 2 and sped over the pile of steel and concrete. He punched the huge masses of steel and concrete out of the way. He dug deeper and deeper, yet he could not find Pan. He searched for her ki. *Thank Kami! It's still there!* It was low. Very low. Lower than he had ever felt any ki. He caught a glimpse of her hair. In half a flash he was over to her. He pulled a few slabs of concrete off of her.
He took one look at her and knew that she was dying.
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Hehe...What a cliffhanger. What will happen to Pan in the Next chapter? Between Senzu beans, Dende's healing powers and the Dragon Balls, surely Vegeta can do something to save her. Right?
Thanks to all those who reviewed!
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I could swear I'm forgetting something........Oh! And uhh...thanks to Hikumi for beta-ing.
Hikumi: Oh gods, THANKS...you're SO appreciative! And I'm only after coming out of a hospital thanks to KP's odd don't-try-this-at-home recipes! Well, whoever's more appreciative than him, I'll proof read any and all fics you want. *goes all businesslike* For only $0.00! Get it now, while the offer stands! *meekly* Please?
Disclaimer: I don't own Mega Deth, Metallica, Marilyn Manson, Slayer, Cradle of Filth, Pantera ect...
Sorry this took so long to get out. My grandmother is still alive and there is gonna be an very large amount of swearing and messed people in this chapter. There is also a bit of bloodshed in the next chapter, So remember: Teenagers and up! No young kids. This is just how my friends and I act (retarded). In fact, I am featured in this chapter! Minor Mary sue alert! (don't worry, It's no regular self-insertation. I'm just an extra.)
Hikumi: Hmm...*reads* Lotta extras here...this should keep everyone guessing...
Also, Vegeta is a bit out of character in this chapter for no reason other than to fit into the picture. (he's making an effort)
Pan woke up in her bed at CC. She was calm for a moment, but then she remembered what had transpired between her and Vegeta in the gravity room only yesterday. *Kuso!* she thought. *I asked him to the concert! And he said yes! He'll end up killing somebody. With the number of assholes there he's sure to become pissed off... Okay. I'll just bring him, find a familiar face and keep him talking. Talking? This is Vegeta!* She was interrupted when Vegeta walked into the room. 'Ahh!! Vegeta, I'm in bed! What if I wasn't wearing anything!?' roared a blushing Pan to Vegeta. Vegeta stared at her, smirking.
'What if you weren't wearing anything?' he retorted slyly. Pan inhaled sharply and flushed deeper. 'You slept in late,' he continued, 'so I brought up breakfast for you. Here,' he finished as he handed a tray full of things like bacon, pudding, toast and eggs. Pan looked at the tray with a stupefied expression on her face. She slowly reached out and took it from Vegeta and set it on her lap while sitting up.
They sat in silence as Pan gulped her food down. When she finished she got out of bed and got dressed. 'Did you like it?' inquired Vegeta. Pan looked up at Vegeta, a bit surprised.
'Yeah. Why? You know I like Mrs. Briefs' cooking.' Vegeta frowned.
'That buffoon didn't cook your meal.'
'Then who did? Bulma?'
'I did.'
Pan laughed. 'Sure you did. Now come on, who made it? Bra? Trunks? Dr. Briefs?' A slightly hurt expression crossed Vegeta's face as she laughed at him. He growled and then left without a word. Pan stopped laughing when she realised that she had rejected the idea of him doing something for her. *Oh no. He really did make that, didn't he? And I laughed at him. The first act of kindness on his part and I throw it back in his face. Way to hurt a friend. I've gotta go find him!* she thought before leaping out of bed and running after him.
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Vegeta stomped angrily away from Pan's room. *Why did she not believe me? Does she not trust me? But I thought we were friends. Aren't friends meant to trust each other?* He paused for a second after that thought. *Friends? Are we really friends? Yes. Yes, we are friends........I've never had any friends before. But I spent 2 hours preparing that food, and when I tell her that, she laughs in my face! Friends don't do that. Do they?....But what if it was a good natured laugh? It seemed that way...Kami, I've gotta go back!*
Vegeta turned around to head for Pan's room and crashed into none other than Pan. She was about to fall back, but Vegeta caught her by the shoulders. They looked into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. 'Pan, I-'
Pan cut Vegeta off. 'Vegeta, I'm sorry that I laughed at you and that I didn't believe you. It's just that...well...what you did for me was very out of character, so it was hard for me to believe. And the meal was wonderful,' said Pan.
'Thank you,' Vegeta said with some difficulty. He couldn't remember the last time he had said that without malice to someone. The hall fell into a comfortable silence that lasted a few minutes.
'Vegeta, you're my friend, right?' asked Pan uncertainly. She abhorred the thought that he might not care anything for her. He looked into her eyes as if examining her thoughts.
'Yes. And you're mine.' When he said that Pan was overjoyed. So overjoyed that she leapt at Vegeta and hugged him. She released him after a few seconds. She looked at him and blushed. She began to fiddle with her shirt. 'What was that for?' asked Vegeta, who was very surprised.
'For being my friend. I've only ever had a few friends and every one of them counts.'
'You've only had a few people who you would call a friend? But I don't see why anybody wouldn't enjoy your company,' said Vegeta.
'People my age always made fun of me when I was in primary school. They ignored me in middle school. It's only this year that I've made any real friends in high school. And even now not that many. I've been trying to suppress my instincts, but the more I do the more I feel the need to act upon them. Before last year, Bra was my only friend. So you see, making a new friend is a big deal for me. That's why I'm so happy,' told Pan. Vegeta thought about what she had said and was overjoyed that he brought so much happiness to her. He didn't know why he cared. He had never really cared for someone in this way for a very long time. *Ever since her...* He debated whether or not to tell her about what he was thinking. He wanted to, but he was afraid that she would laugh at him. Or pretend that she didn't care. *But why would she care? This person died long before her father was born...* He looked at her more intensely and made up his mind.
'You're only the second friend I've ever had. I had one friend when I was much younger. A female friend. I loved her. I wanted to mate with her, but I knew that if I did, Freeza would have killed her, so we had to keep our relationship a secret. Freeza found out anyway and he took her away from me. He publicly aborted our baby and then killed her, but not before letting Zarbon, Dodoria and the Ginyu force have their way with her. There was nothing I could do. I was so weak. Had I been a thousand times stronger I couldn't have stopped it. I made two vows that day. One was to kill Freeza and all his men. The other...' He trailed off. Pan was bombarded with many emotions. First she was surprised that Vegeta was telling her this, then saddened for his loss, then angry at Freeza, then guilty that she couldn't have stopped it.
'Vegeta...I never knew...' said Pan sadly.
'It's not your fault. It's mine. If only I could have bonded to her...If I had I'm sure that I could have become a Super Saiya-jin and killed Freeza. Bonded Saiya-jins are more powerful than non-bonded ones. I couldn't bond to her because she was not Saiya-jin. I came so close to going super that day. It was just like when I did become super, only my will had been shattered. If only I had pushed a little further...' Vegeta trailed off. He let go of her. 'Enough about my past. Is there some kind of clothing that I need to wear tonight?' he asked. The sudden change in subject hinted to Pan that he was uncomfortable with what they had been talking about. She decided to go along with it.
'Wellll......that depends. What are you willing to wear?' inquired Pan.
'It must not be silly. Or colourful. Or stupid. Or-'
'I think you should go in your old armor,' interrupted Pan. 'You know, the one with the flaps on the side and the shoulder thingies? If you painted that red and black it would look great! I'll help you. Come on!' Pan then proceeded to drag Vegeta down the hall to his room where she assumed he kept his clothes and armor. They soon arrived at Bulma and Vegeta's room. 'Where do you keep it?' asked Pan. Vegeta pointed over to a mahogany closet on the the messy side of the room. Pan trotted over to it and opened it. The inside was very plain. It was dusty. 'It probably hasn't been cleaned since Vegeta moved in,' she mused.
Vegeta glared at her, but she just smiled back.
'My older stuff is at the back.'
Pan searched through his stuff amazed at what she found. Ray guns, armor, both old and new, a scouter, what Pan assumed to be intergalactic star maps. 'Vegeta, where did you get this stuff? I was told that you had nothing with you when you were wished to Earth from Namek,' asked a very curious Pan.
'After I was wished back I went in search of Kakarot. I picked up this stuff along the way. Now get the armour and lets get out of here. It will take time for the paint to dry,' said Vegeta impatiently. Pan emerged from the closet with not one, but two sets of armor. They were blue and goldish-orange. They both had large shoulder guards and flaps that came down to guard the thighs.
'Let's go to my friends house to paint these.' Vegeta was shaking his head "no". 'He's the one who invited me, so we have to go anyway if you want to get in,' said a smirking Pan. Vegeta sighed.
'Fine. We leave right now,' said Vegeta firmly.
'So you won't be wearing your pink badman shirt?' asked Pan, who feigned disappointment. Vegeta face-faulted.
'NO!! How dare you insult me like that!!' roared Vegeta. Pan just laughed.
'C'mon Veggie-chan, follow me!' shouted Pan as she jumped off the balcony outside the window and flew off. Vegeta growled, but followed her anyway.
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Ozzy was sitting in his room watching MTV2 when he heard the doorbell ring. He went downstairs and opened the door. Much to his surprise, Pan and a scary-looking man were there. 'Uhh...Hey Pan! What's up?' he said while looking nervously at Vegeta.
'Hey Ozzy. I made it for the concert! I brought a new friend too. This is Vegeta. Vegeta, this is David Osborn. Just call him Ozzy,' said Pan cheerfully as she introduced her friends to one another.
Ozzy waved. 'Hello Vegeta. If your a 'friend' of Pan's, your a friend of mine,' he said slyly, waggling his black eyebrows up and down in a suggestive manner.
'I assure you, we are JUST friends,' stated Pan firmly after she slapped him upside the head, messing up his long, black hair. Vegeta raised one eyebrow.
'What?' he replied innocently. 'Why don't you two come in? I was watching MTV2. Getting ready for the concert, which doesn't start for...' He looked down at his wrist, reading his imaginary watch. 'six hours.'
Pan and Vegeta walked in. Vegeta looked up at Ozzy, who would have been a good 8 inches taller than him if his hair didn't spike up like a flame. 'Nice hair, Vegeta,' commented Ozzy.
'Bitch,' said Vegeta calmly.
'Ass,' retaliated Ozzy.
'Bakayaro.'
'Shit-head.'
'Weakling.'
'Was that a challenge?' asked Ozzy ludicrously.
'Like you could beat me.'
Ozzy then pulled back and punched Vegeta right in the nose. 'AHH!!!!!' roared Ozzy as he brought back his hand and put his knuckles in his mouth. 'That hurt like fuck!! I give!' Vegeta smirked. 'What do you have behind that face? A brick wall?'
'It doesn't matter, Ozzy,' said Pan. 'We need these painted red and black. Can you help?' she asked as she held up the armor in her hand.
Still swearing and muttering under his breath, Ozzy took the two items from Pan and looked them over. 'These are really cool, Pan. Will you be wearing them tonight?'
She nodded. 'Vegeta too.'
'Let's go to my mom's room. She likes to paint and has a bunch of shit we could use,' said Ozzy.
The three went upstairs and entered his mom's room. There was a double bed by the wall, and a canvas and a bunch of paint stuff on the floor. Ozzy laid the two sets of armor on the bed and opened the red and black paint.
The three worked on them for hours. Vegeta really amazed Pan when he announced that he would be painting as well. She wondered why everyone said that he was so cold. She certainly didn't think so. He had never been maliciously cruel to her. They joked around and insulted each other, but it had never been serious. *Who ever would have thought! Vegeta, my friend. Dad always acted like he was the devil, but...he's not. He's really cool AND he'd kick my dad's ass, and his son's ass, put together times ten!* Pan grinned. *And someday I'm gonna be strong enough to kick his ass...I hope....I wish...whatever.*
'I have finished,' stated Vegeta. Pan looked at his armour. Little bits of red outlined the pitch black mass of the armour. It looked so cool she was jealous. She had finished some time before him because she used only black; not as kick-ass-looking as red and black.
'Yep,' said Ozzy with disinterest even though he was very impressed.
'That is so cool, Vegeta. We are so gonna rock tonight,' said Pan honestly.
'What about...ME!!' yelled Ozzy in a voice that reminded Pan of her fathers Saiyaman voice. Pan and Vegeta both stayed silent for the sheer purpose of creating a "Who the hell is that" atmosphere. 'Fine! But I'm still gonna rock,' moped Ozzy after a few seconds.
'So Vegeta, what's up?' With that Ozzy sighed and left to change. Vegeta looked at Pan and laughed. He had figured out that Pan was trying to make Ozzy feel like a sad loner. Vegeta didn't say anything after he had stopped laughing.
'We should be going to the concert. It starts in an hour.' Vegeta nodded. He put his armour on and adjusted it. Pan marveled at him for a few seconds before she found Vegeta helping her into her armor. He pulled it over her head and stood back to admire her. 'So how do I look? And be honest, Vegeta,' asked Pan firmly.
'You look...' Vegeta had trouble getting the words out. He wanted to say it, but was afraid that if he did he would jeopardise their new-found friendship.
'I look...?' Vegeta didn't say anything. 'Come on! Tell me!' demanded Pan.
'You look...beautiful,' he managed to choke out.
Pan raised an eyebrow. 'In battle armor? Cool.' She grinned to herself. She then realised that he had meant it in a different way to how she took it. She blushed and looked away from him. He smiled. Ozzy chose that moment to reappear dressed in black jeans, calf high boots, and Mega Deth shirt, complete with a leather jacket with numerous sewn on patches.
'Lets go. Pan, because we're late you'll have to fly us there,' said Ozzy. Vegeta looked mildly surprised that he knew about flying.
'I can fly myself,' said Vegeta.
'You can? I wish I could!' Ozzy whined.
'Vegeta,' called Pan. 'I forgot my guitar at your place. I want to try and have a few people sign it, so I gotta go get it. Take Oz to the concert, will ya?' said Pan. She was already heading for the window.
'Oh I get now. Hehe...Pan's fuckin' Vegeta!!' teased Ozzy. Pan turned red with embarrassment.
'No I'm not. Fuck you, you jackasshole!' insulted Pan as she flew out the window on her way to CC.
Ozzy ran to the window. 'YO MA!!' He watched her go before turning to Vegeta. 'She is such a dick. So anyway, Vegeta. How's it goin'? Would you like some tips on how to act?' Vegeta snorted and picked Ozzy up and flew out the window.
The flare of ki dried the paint on his armor, so Ozzy didn't smudge it on the way. Also on the way, Ozzy told Vegeta how to act accordingly, much to Vegeta's displeasure.
'And if somebody says 'yo ma was great last night', you say-'
'If you don't shut the fuck up right now I'll kill you. Friend of Pan or not,' threatened Vegeta.
'....Slaughter in the name of Christ? Cool...'
'You are very stupid, aren't you?'
'Why, if by stupid you mean stupid, then no. I am above average intelligence.'
'Funny. I could have sworn that Earth has not gotten universally stupider in the last 20 years.' Ozzy laughed out loud. Vegeta then became aware of Pan's rapidly approaching ki. He turned his head and saw her coming. He slowed down to her speed and leveled with her. Sure enough, she had her guitar case slung over her back.
'And,' Ozzy began, but got no further because Vegeta threw him to Pan, who caught him. 'Vegeta! You are such a dickhead! What if Pan didn't want to save me?'
'Then you would have fallen about 6 feet onto the ground. We're here.'
'So we are.'
They had landed in an alley way. Vegeta motioned for the other two to go round the corner to The Point: The really, really big public events building where concerts, fairs, shows and track racing took place. They walked across the street and over to the bouncer who stood outside the double doors which led inside. He was checking that each person had a ticket, and turned away those who didn't. 'Hey, Chris!' called Pan. He looked over at her and smiled.
'Hey Panny! I didn't think you could make it, what with living with a billion heir and stuff. Wow! That outfit looks so cool it's unreal. Hey Ozzy. Who's this?' Chris asked motioning to Vegeta. 'He's even cooler looking than you, Pan.'
'That's Vegeta. They're fucking,' said Ozzy with a grin. Pan smacked him over the head. Hard. So hard that he crashed right through the doors and came to a halt about 10 feet inside.
'He is such a wanker. We're not even going out, Chris, so don't get any ideas,' said Pan irritably.
'Too late,' said Chris with a grin. Ozzy had recovered and returned.
'Bitch.' Pan just smiled sweetly at Ozzy.
'That hurt..'
'See ya inside when your done here, Chris. Bye,' said Pan as she, Ozzy and Vegeta went inside.
Inside was a mass of people, flashing lights, and background music. The smell of alcohol and smoke was overwhelming. To a Saiya-jin anyway. Ozzy didn't seem to notice. *Most likely because he is brain-dead..* thought Vegeta.
'I'm gonna go and look for the guys. Wanna come?' Ozzy asked Pan and Vegeta. They both nodded and went off in search of Pan's friends.
Soon after they began searching, the concert started. A band got up on stage. Ozzy and Pan knew them as Metallica. The singer began to talk.
'Hello, people of wherever the fuck we are right now.' The crowed cheered. 'First of all, I'd like to thank you for paying tonight.' The crowed booed. 'Whoops. I mean, coming tonight. I've been asked to read the list of bands that will be playing to night. Each band will be on at different times and each are allowed to play only two songs of their choice. The bands tonight in no particular order will be as follows:
Mega Deth
Metallica
Marilyn Manson
Slayer
Pantera
Soil
(A/N I'm not gonna put 12 songs into the fic, so expect a max of only 1)
Did I forget to say Metallica?' he finished. Less than a second later the band started.
Until It Sleeps
Where do I take this pain of mine
I run, but it stays right my side
So tear me open, pour me out
There's things inside that scream and shout
And the pain still hates me
So hold me, until it sleeps
Vegeta, Pan and Ozzy continued to look for their friends. Ozzy was swinging his hair around as he walked, but Vegeta and Pan could relate to the song. They had both had painful lives and only in recent years had they gotten better. It didn't make the pain go away though. It was always there, like a scar. It would fade, but it would never vanish.
Just like the curse, just like the stray
You feed it once, and now it stays
So tear me open, but beware
There's things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me, until I'm clean
It grips you, so hold me
It stains you, so hold me
It hates you, so hold me
It holds you, so hold me
Until it sleeps
So tell me why you've chosen me
Don't want your grip, don't want your greed
I'll tear me open, make you gone
No more can you hurt anyone
And the fear still shakes me
So hold me, until it sleeps
Vegeta was very much reminded of his past self. The murdering, uncaring monster that Freeza had moulded him to be. He knew exactly what 'it' was, and it scared him. He was scared that 'it' would wake up again and make him hurt Pan. 'It' was the ability to transform into a Super Saiya-jin. That was when he was not in control.
It grips you, so hold me
It stains you, so hold me
It hates you, so hold me
It holds you, so hold me
Until it sleeps
He didn't have the control that Kakarot had. Kakarot could go for weeks as a Super Saiya-jin and still have a smile on his face. It drove Vegeta mad with power. He unconsciously took Pan's hand in his own as they walked. Pan didn't notice.
I don't want it
So tear me open, but beware
The things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me, 'till I'm clean...
I'll tear me open, make you gone
No longer will you hurt anyone
And the fear still shapes me
So hold me, until it sleeps...
Until it sleeps...
The song ended. Ozzy then spotted a gang of teenagers in their own little corner. Skateboards, bottles of drink and numerous other items littered the ground. 'There they are!' he yelled and ran over to them, Pan and Vegeta, hand in hand in tow.
'Did ya miss me?' said Ozzy to the group. There were 5 of them. They were all dressed in black. All in hoodies. They looked up at him and greeted him. They then looked at Pan and Vegeta.
'Hi Pan. I love you and your boyfriends' outfits,' said one of them.
'We're not together! Why does everybody say that?' mused an annoyed Pan.
'Maybe because you two fuckers're holding hands?' piped up another one. Vegeta and Pan shot a look at their interlocked hands and jumped back from each other.
'How the FUCK did that happen?!? I don't even remember that!' ranted Pan.
'Who the fuck cares?' said Vegeta. 'It was an accident.'
'Err...lemme introduce you guys,' offered Ozzy. 'Guys, this is Vegeta. He's fucking Pan no matter what either says.' He received a finger from Pan and a death glare from Vegeta. 'Vegeta, this is Knobbs,' he motioned to a guy with a Blink 182 hoodie. '...John...' He pointed to a 24 year old man with a plain black hoodie. '...Carl' He pointed to a 14 year old with blond spiky hair and a Linkin Park hoodie. 'Philip A.K.A. Simon' He pointed to the one that had spoke up first. 'And De Nero.' He pointed the the dark looking guy in the corner. They were all around 5'9 and all wore baggy denim trousers with multiple chains and runners, except De Nero, who had knee high boots.
'Hi..' each one of them said. Carl walked over to Vegeta. 'Nice hair, man. Can I have some?' Without waiting for an answer he pulled on Vegeta's hair. He wasn't able to get any out though. After a few minutes he gave up. 'That's really strong stuff, Vegeta.' That said, he walked over to Ozzy and grabbed a fistful of his hair. 'Here's a lesson about Ozzy. His hair comes out...' He pulled out about 50 strands. 'Easily!' He showed the hair to Vegeta ,who looked at it with distaste, before shoving it down his trousers. Vegeta looked at him oddly.
De Nero walked over and greeted Vegeta. 'Don't mind him, Vegeta. He hit his head as a boy.'
'So, Vegeta,' continued De Nero. 'Tell us about yourself. What's your favourite band? How old are you? What up with you and Pan? How long have you been into metal?' asked De Nero calmly.
'My...my age is not important. I don't have a favourite band. My deal with Pan is that we're friends. She is staying at my house because her parents are away on vacation. She brought over her music CDs and I found them interesting. My son's music drove me crazy. He's the teeniest tenniebopper I've ever seen. And he has purple hair,' Vegeta added as an afterthought. The group laughed.
'Cool,' Said John as he grinned and nodded his head. 'Pan's fucking a married man. Hehehe...' He looked up to see Pan holding a ki blast the size of a basketball.
'Shut up, shithead, or else I'll shove this thing so far up your ass you'll choke on it. Understand?' she said with a serious grin.
'Whatever,' he said. The whole gang knew of her powers. They knew everything about her except her bloodline. They assumed she got it from her grandfather on her mother's side and from her mother. 'Let's just pay attention to the concert.'
At that moment in time Marilyn Manson was on stage. 'Come on, you lot. Make some fucking noise!' The crowd cheered. 'What a fucking crap way to spend a weekend.' Someone threw a blow-up sex doll onto the stage and yelled something. Manson laughed. 'I don't think so. It looks to me like your fucking Mrs. I-hope-it's-better-in-bed too. This next song is entitled 'Tainted Love'!'
'He is so stupid,' stated De Nero.
'GET OFF THE STAGE YOU FUCKING CUNT!!!' shouted Knobbs.
The concert went on this way for hours on end. Band after band would go up, play, then fuck off somewhere. Towards the end of the concert Pan and Vegeta, who were next to the stage, standing away from the group, began to feel weird. It felt like their bodies were being rearranged. Vegeta knew what was happening. His tail was growing back. It soon began to hurt. A lot. The pain for both Pan and Vegeta became extreme. Vegeta began to sweat. He dropped to his knees and gritted his teeth hoping that it would help. It felt like his tail was being pulled, and on fire at the same time, even though it wasn't there yet. He cried out. The muffled cry soon became an agonising scream. He had had no idea that it was going to hurt at all, let alone cause this kind of agony. He struggled to look over at Pan. What he saw almost killed him on the inside.
Pan, in a fit of unbearable agony and panic had shot a ki blast into the air and it had crashed into the steel structure of the stage, which was now falling down. The crowd scattered and ran in all directions. The band on stage abandoned their instruments and fled. Vegeta caught the sight of a huge chunk of steel falling right on Pan. His heart leapt into his throat. Ignoring the spine-splitting pain in his body, or the risk of losing his tail, he went Super Saiya-jin 2 and sped over the pile of steel and concrete. He punched the huge masses of steel and concrete out of the way. He dug deeper and deeper, yet he could not find Pan. He searched for her ki. *Thank Kami! It's still there!* It was low. Very low. Lower than he had ever felt any ki. He caught a glimpse of her hair. In half a flash he was over to her. He pulled a few slabs of concrete off of her.
He took one look at her and knew that she was dying.
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Hehe...What a cliffhanger. What will happen to Pan in the Next chapter? Between Senzu beans, Dende's healing powers and the Dragon Balls, surely Vegeta can do something to save her. Right?
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