FOR CRYING OUT LOUD...I DON'T OWN DBZ!!!! ahem...well, that's all.
a/n--Chapter 2...enjoy
Pan and Trunks had been flying in total silence for about ten minutes. Pan was tired of the awkwardness so she decided to start a conversation.
"So how should I act when we get to the palace?"
"Respectfully."
"What?! You want me to be respectful? I hope you don't mean to your father." she stated sarcastically.
"Especially to my father..." Pan was giving him one of those "when-hell-freezes-over" looks. "I know you hate him, but if you want to get any revenge at all then you had better go with it. My father would as soon kill you than put up with a sassy mouth or an attempt at his life. Not that you would have much of a chance against him right now."
"Hmph... I would rather be dead than respectful to a bastard like him."
"If that's really what you want then my father can arrange that for you."
Pan rolled her eyes and looked forward again. She knew he was right. She was no match for Vegeta right now. His power level was way higher than hers. Even though she really hadn't ever seen her full power.
~Swallow your pride, Pan. If you really want to avenge your family, you'll listen to Trunks. He knows his father better than any one else.~
"I know it's going to be hard, Pan, but you have to trust me on this one. I know my father..." For the next few minutes they were silent again. When the palace came into view, Trunks decided to make sure Pan understood the plan.
"Remember, Pan. If any one says anything to you, your name is 'Zana'. You're Ploom's replacement, and will be taking over for him immediately."
"With me taking over Ploom's position as head taskmaster, does that mean that I can get my mother out of slavery?"
"I'm sorry, Pan, no. Only royalty can pardon slaves. I would do it myself, but then my father would probably want to know why. I don't think I want to be in that kind of a confrontation. It would get too complicated."
When they arrived at the palace, they landed on a balcony. Trunks looked over at Pan. He noticed how the shadows of twilight brought out her features. The way the moonlight brought out the natural highlights in her hair. The way her curves seemed to show more. He didn't know why he hadn't noticed them before. In fact, he didn't know why he was noticing them now.
~What are you thinking, Trunks?! She's a slave. You're a prince. And on top of that she's your best friend's niece. Besides that, she probably would never be interested in you. Remember, she thinks you're a spoiled, selfish, brat.~
They entered the balcony doors. Pan couldn't help but gasp at how amazingly beautiful the bedroom they had entered was. To her left, there was a king-sized bed with a full length mirror on either side. To her right, there was a large dresser that took up the entire wall. In front of her there were two large doors.
"Where do those doors lead to?" she asked pointing to the two doors.
"The one on the right leads to the bathroom. The one on the left leads to a closet."
"Why did we come in through the bedroom?"
"So that we wouldn't be seen coming in, and I wanted you to see your new room. These were Ploom's quarters. Since he won't be needing them anytime soon, you can use them. There are some uniforms in the closet over there."
"Okay."
She walked over to the closet. She opened the doors to reveal a huge walk in space. She went in and noticed that one side of the closet consisted of male armor, and the other side had women's armor.
"Why does Ploom have women's armor in here? Did he have a 'roommate' or something?"
"No. He probably used them to sneak his whores in here."
"Wow. I've never known him to go through so much hard work for sex. Usually if he wanted a girl, he would just take her then and there..." she paused for a moment. "At least that's what he did with my mother."
Trunks frowned at the bitter tone in her voice.
~That tone doesn't become her~ he thought to himself
"Did he ever do that to you?"
Trunks immediately regretted asking that question. It was too personal.
"I'm sorry, Pan. You don't have to answer that question. I was out of line."
"That's alright. I don't mind answering."
She paused again.
"He never did that to me. He always said that I 'wasn't worthy of such pleasure'." She chuckled a bit at the thought of what she had just said. "Guess I lucked out, huh?"
There was another awkward silence between them. Pan decided to change the subject.
"So... which one should I wear?"
"The white one. It shows a high rank." Pan just nodded. "Change into your armor, and when you're ready, come out into the hall. I'll be waiting."
After Trunks left the room, Pan pulled out the armor and looked it over. It was snow white with a silver dragon embroidered across the breastplate. The silver shoulder straps were about two inches wide. She slipped it on over her top. It was snug to say the least.
~Man...the Ploom wasn't real casual about sneaking his whores in here was he?...~
She walked back into the closet and found a pair of silver gloves along side a pair of matching boots. She picked them up and put them on. She then proceeded to the full-length mirror between the bed and door and looked herself over. The top acted like a push-up bra, hugging her breasts causing them to be more... apparent. The skirt of the armor went to mid thigh. The gloves that she wore went to her elbow. And the boots stopped just above her knees. She noticed the way the boots and skirt made her legs look extra toned, and the way the color of the armor made her already dark complexion look even darker. She didn't know what she was supposed to do with her hair so she took it down from the ponytail it had been in. She hadn't had a hair cut in almost eight years, so it was pretty long. It went down to the middle of her thighs. She remembered how short her hair used to be. How her mother made her keep it ear length so the taskmasters wouldn't "get turned on". However, when that tactic failed to work, Pan decided not to bother with cutting her hair anymore. She was startled out of her trance when she her a knock on her bedroom door. She walked over and opened it. It was the prince.
"I'm sorry I took so long. I was just getting ready to come out."
Trunks didn't say anything. He was too captivated by the beautiful woman that was standing in front of him. He looked her up and down admiring her womanly curves and her toned legs. Pan didn't mind the looks until his gaze stopped at her upper torso. If it was one thing that she hated it was having her breasts gawked at.
"HEY!! PRINCE!! Snap out of it!"
Trunks immediately snapped out of it and his entire face turned a bright shade of crimson.
"I'm so sorry Pan. I-I don't know what came over me. It's just I didn't know that that uniform was so...so..."
"Revealing?" she finished for him.
He chuckled at her response.
"Yeah." ~Man she's beautiful...wow...I don't know if I'm gonna be able to control myself...ahhh...what am I thinking...she's been through so much in her life she would probably never even consider me...wait a second...why am I even considering her...snap out of it Trunks...you're a prince...no, a future king...she's a former slave...ughh...why am I even worried about this...~
Trunks was shocked out of his reverie by a loud shout.
"Boy!! Where have you been? And what is this I hear of you taking off with a slave girl?"
Pan looked up at Trunks. His eyes were wide as saucers, and face had turned a sickening shade of white. Almost as white as her uniform, she noticed. She looked behind her to see a rather short but still very angry man stomping towards them.
~hmmm...you must be king Vegeta...~
"Well?!... Boy don't test my patience!"
Trunks finally snapped out of his daze.
"Forgive me father...I can explain all of this..."
"Good...You can start by telling me why you killed Ploom."
Trunks bit his lip and smiled sheepishly at his father.
"Oh yeah...well you see, he tried to kill me so I was defending myself...and..."
"And what about the slave girl?" Vegeta interrupted. Trunks looked over to Pan then back to his father.
"Oh...ummm...she was a conspiritor with Ploom, so I killed her too."
"You had to take her away to do this?"
"Well, Father, she was a pretty slave...so... I had some... things to do before I actually got rid of her..."
Vegeta gave his son a sly grin.
"Hmph... I didn't think you had it in you boy. Just don't let your mother get word of this. She would have your head." Vegeta then turned his attention to the pretty young girl standing next to Trunks. "Who are you?"
"My name is Zana, sire. I'm here as Ploom's replacement. The prince said I was to take over immediately."
Vegeta scowled at Trunks.
~Leave it to my son to pick a hot body over someone that could actually do the job.~
"Oh really..." he said to Pan while looking at Trunks. "And just what are her qualifications boy?"
"Umm...well she is very powerful, and she knows just how to demand respect from her inferiors. Over all, Father, she was the best I could find on such short notice."
"Just how powerful are you girl?"
"Well, I don't actually know...you see, I've never had to use my full power so I can only tell you that my power level is somewhere around 500,000,000."
"WHAT?!" Vegeta was more than shocked. He simply didn't believe her. That kind of a power level would put her power past the first level of a super saiya-jin. And the only people that strong on Vegeta-sie were him and his son.
"You're lying girl! The only one's that powerful are me and my son!"
"I assure you, sire, I'm not lying."
"Then you're pretty damn good at hiding your power. Come with me. We'll see who's right and who's lying."
Vegeta proceeded down the hall with Pan and Trunks close behind. He stopped in front of a large room, and turned around to face them.
"This is the training room I used before I ascended the level of a super saiya-jin. It should be enough for your power level."
Pan stepped inside the room, and could help but chuckle. The room couldn't have been more than 100 feet in diameter.
~This room is never going to be able to hold my power.~ she thought to herself.
Vegeta shot her a death look and Pan immediately wiped her smirk off her face. She then went to the middle of the room and stood awaiting Vegeta's command to begin powering up.
"Power up half way, Zana." Said Trunks. Pan nodded and then lowered her head. She began to power up, and a blue aura soon enshrouded her. Vegeta looked on seemingly unimpressed by her rapidly rising ki. This continued for a few more minutes before her blue aura began to flicker and a blinding light filled the room leaving the king and his son temporarily blinded. When Vegeta's vision refocused, he looked to the middle of the room to see that "Zana's" raven hair was now a golden yellow. Her once obsidian eyes were now an emerald green. And her blue aura was now golden. Vegeta then realized that she hadn't stopped powering up. In fact, her ki was still growing rapidly. When she did finally stop, Vegeta estimated her power to be around 200,000,000.
"Impossible..." he said to himself.
Trunks was certain that she had powered up farther than she was told to.
"Zana...I said half power." Shouted Trunks.
Pan just looked at him slightly confused.
"But this is only half my power."
Vegeta was furious. How could this girl be so powerful? He had never seen her before. But she looked so familiar. She reminded him of someone he knew, but who?
"Errrrr...POWER UP ALL THE WAY!!!" He shouted. Pan obeyed and began to power up again. She soared paced level one and into level two. When she stopped her power level was above 450,000,000.
"Is that the best you've got?" Vegeta questioned.
"It is."
Vegeta smirked at how weak she was compared to him.
"Well then...allow me to show you real power." Vegeta immediately powered up to level three. However, his arrongant smirk soon changed to frustration when "Zana" looked at him unimpressed.
"You act as though you've seen this kind of power before."
"No I haven't, but I have felt it before..."
Before Pan had the chance to finish her sentence, she found herself being knocked across the room and into the wall. She got up and was surprised that her jaw was throbbing. There was also the taste of blood in her mouth. She wiped her lip with the back of her hand and sure enough there was blood on it. She looked over to where she had once been standing only to see Vegeta there with his fist extended. That's when she realized that he must have hit her. Vegeta turned around and lunged at Pan. She tried to block his punches but it was to no avail. He hit his target every time. Trunks, who was watching the entire "fight", was beginning to become worried about Pan's health. He wasn't sure if she could take any more of his father's abuse.
"FATHER!!! STOP!!"
Vegeta immediately stopped his assault on Pan and directed his attentions towards his son.
"Why should I?"
"Because she did nothing to provoke you! She's not as strong as you. You have no reason to be afraid of her."
"Afraid?! I fear no one! I'm just making sure she knows her place." Vegeta then turned his attentions to Pan. "Don't think you're anything special just because you're a super saiya-jin." With that he powered down and left the room. Trunks ran over to Pan.
~She looks pretty beat up.~ He reached into his armor and pulled out a senzu bean.
"Here eat this." He said as he gave her the bean. "Don't worry. It'll heal you."
Pan ate the bean, and her wounds instantly healed. She stood up and looked at Trunks.
"What was that about?"
"Only royalty is supposed to be able to reach the level of power you have."
"Why? Is he afraid of being over powered or something?"
"He would never admit to it, but yeah...I think so."
~That explains why he killed my family...~
Just then Trunks' mother Bulma entered the room, and was shocked by who she saw with her son.
"Videl?...Videl is that you?!"
Pan turned around. She looked over at Trunks, seemingly asking what to do.
"It's okay, Pan. We can trust my mother."
Bulma looked at Pan with a shocked expression on her face.
"Pan?...you're Pan?"
"Yes."
"My goodness...you've gotten so big...the last time I saw you, you were only this tall," Bulma said holding her hand to her hip to emphasize her point.
"That was eleven years ago...I was nine...I'm twenty now..."
Bulma smiled at Pan. She missed her and her family. She then realized what her being there meant. She glared at Trunks.
~Uh oh...what did I do this time?~ he thought to himself.
"You're father doesn't know who she is, does he?"
"Of course not! Do I look like a fool to you? But you can't tell him...if he knew who she really was he would-"
"I know very well what he would do...I'm not an idiot!"
"Um...excuse me..." said Pan. "I hate to interrupt, but I need to clean up..."
"Oh yes, of course...there's a bathroom in your quarters." said Trunks.
"Thank you."
With that Pan excused herself and went to take a nice hot shower. After she was gone, Bulma turned her attention back to her son.
"What were you thinking?!" she said while smacking her son upside his head. "Do you have any idea how much danger you've put her in?! If Vegeta finds out who she is, he'll kill her!"
"I'm aware of that Mother," Trunks said while rubbing his head. "but this is the safest place for her right now."
"What?! What kind of logic is that?"
"Simple...out there on her own she has to worry about food, shelter, and other things like that. Here, all she has to worry about is my father. And with me here, she is perfectly safe from him."
"What makes you say that?"
"Because I would die before I let anything happen to her."
"Your father would never kill you."
"Of course not...I'm his only heir. Besides, he wouldn't have the chance to kill me."
Bulma just gave him a "you've-got-to-be-kidding-me" look.
"Trust me...I would never let anyone hurt her."
Bulma was trying to figure out what her son was getting at. Then it hit her.
"Trunks...are you...bonded?"
Trunks didn't know how to respond at first. But after he thought about it...
"I think I am..." he said seemingly not doubting himself.
a/n--Chapter 2...enjoy
Pan and Trunks had been flying in total silence for about ten minutes. Pan was tired of the awkwardness so she decided to start a conversation.
"So how should I act when we get to the palace?"
"Respectfully."
"What?! You want me to be respectful? I hope you don't mean to your father." she stated sarcastically.
"Especially to my father..." Pan was giving him one of those "when-hell-freezes-over" looks. "I know you hate him, but if you want to get any revenge at all then you had better go with it. My father would as soon kill you than put up with a sassy mouth or an attempt at his life. Not that you would have much of a chance against him right now."
"Hmph... I would rather be dead than respectful to a bastard like him."
"If that's really what you want then my father can arrange that for you."
Pan rolled her eyes and looked forward again. She knew he was right. She was no match for Vegeta right now. His power level was way higher than hers. Even though she really hadn't ever seen her full power.
~Swallow your pride, Pan. If you really want to avenge your family, you'll listen to Trunks. He knows his father better than any one else.~
"I know it's going to be hard, Pan, but you have to trust me on this one. I know my father..." For the next few minutes they were silent again. When the palace came into view, Trunks decided to make sure Pan understood the plan.
"Remember, Pan. If any one says anything to you, your name is 'Zana'. You're Ploom's replacement, and will be taking over for him immediately."
"With me taking over Ploom's position as head taskmaster, does that mean that I can get my mother out of slavery?"
"I'm sorry, Pan, no. Only royalty can pardon slaves. I would do it myself, but then my father would probably want to know why. I don't think I want to be in that kind of a confrontation. It would get too complicated."
When they arrived at the palace, they landed on a balcony. Trunks looked over at Pan. He noticed how the shadows of twilight brought out her features. The way the moonlight brought out the natural highlights in her hair. The way her curves seemed to show more. He didn't know why he hadn't noticed them before. In fact, he didn't know why he was noticing them now.
~What are you thinking, Trunks?! She's a slave. You're a prince. And on top of that she's your best friend's niece. Besides that, she probably would never be interested in you. Remember, she thinks you're a spoiled, selfish, brat.~
They entered the balcony doors. Pan couldn't help but gasp at how amazingly beautiful the bedroom they had entered was. To her left, there was a king-sized bed with a full length mirror on either side. To her right, there was a large dresser that took up the entire wall. In front of her there were two large doors.
"Where do those doors lead to?" she asked pointing to the two doors.
"The one on the right leads to the bathroom. The one on the left leads to a closet."
"Why did we come in through the bedroom?"
"So that we wouldn't be seen coming in, and I wanted you to see your new room. These were Ploom's quarters. Since he won't be needing them anytime soon, you can use them. There are some uniforms in the closet over there."
"Okay."
She walked over to the closet. She opened the doors to reveal a huge walk in space. She went in and noticed that one side of the closet consisted of male armor, and the other side had women's armor.
"Why does Ploom have women's armor in here? Did he have a 'roommate' or something?"
"No. He probably used them to sneak his whores in here."
"Wow. I've never known him to go through so much hard work for sex. Usually if he wanted a girl, he would just take her then and there..." she paused for a moment. "At least that's what he did with my mother."
Trunks frowned at the bitter tone in her voice.
~That tone doesn't become her~ he thought to himself
"Did he ever do that to you?"
Trunks immediately regretted asking that question. It was too personal.
"I'm sorry, Pan. You don't have to answer that question. I was out of line."
"That's alright. I don't mind answering."
She paused again.
"He never did that to me. He always said that I 'wasn't worthy of such pleasure'." She chuckled a bit at the thought of what she had just said. "Guess I lucked out, huh?"
There was another awkward silence between them. Pan decided to change the subject.
"So... which one should I wear?"
"The white one. It shows a high rank." Pan just nodded. "Change into your armor, and when you're ready, come out into the hall. I'll be waiting."
After Trunks left the room, Pan pulled out the armor and looked it over. It was snow white with a silver dragon embroidered across the breastplate. The silver shoulder straps were about two inches wide. She slipped it on over her top. It was snug to say the least.
~Man...the Ploom wasn't real casual about sneaking his whores in here was he?...~
She walked back into the closet and found a pair of silver gloves along side a pair of matching boots. She picked them up and put them on. She then proceeded to the full-length mirror between the bed and door and looked herself over. The top acted like a push-up bra, hugging her breasts causing them to be more... apparent. The skirt of the armor went to mid thigh. The gloves that she wore went to her elbow. And the boots stopped just above her knees. She noticed the way the boots and skirt made her legs look extra toned, and the way the color of the armor made her already dark complexion look even darker. She didn't know what she was supposed to do with her hair so she took it down from the ponytail it had been in. She hadn't had a hair cut in almost eight years, so it was pretty long. It went down to the middle of her thighs. She remembered how short her hair used to be. How her mother made her keep it ear length so the taskmasters wouldn't "get turned on". However, when that tactic failed to work, Pan decided not to bother with cutting her hair anymore. She was startled out of her trance when she her a knock on her bedroom door. She walked over and opened it. It was the prince.
"I'm sorry I took so long. I was just getting ready to come out."
Trunks didn't say anything. He was too captivated by the beautiful woman that was standing in front of him. He looked her up and down admiring her womanly curves and her toned legs. Pan didn't mind the looks until his gaze stopped at her upper torso. If it was one thing that she hated it was having her breasts gawked at.
"HEY!! PRINCE!! Snap out of it!"
Trunks immediately snapped out of it and his entire face turned a bright shade of crimson.
"I'm so sorry Pan. I-I don't know what came over me. It's just I didn't know that that uniform was so...so..."
"Revealing?" she finished for him.
He chuckled at her response.
"Yeah." ~Man she's beautiful...wow...I don't know if I'm gonna be able to control myself...ahhh...what am I thinking...she's been through so much in her life she would probably never even consider me...wait a second...why am I even considering her...snap out of it Trunks...you're a prince...no, a future king...she's a former slave...ughh...why am I even worried about this...~
Trunks was shocked out of his reverie by a loud shout.
"Boy!! Where have you been? And what is this I hear of you taking off with a slave girl?"
Pan looked up at Trunks. His eyes were wide as saucers, and face had turned a sickening shade of white. Almost as white as her uniform, she noticed. She looked behind her to see a rather short but still very angry man stomping towards them.
~hmmm...you must be king Vegeta...~
"Well?!... Boy don't test my patience!"
Trunks finally snapped out of his daze.
"Forgive me father...I can explain all of this..."
"Good...You can start by telling me why you killed Ploom."
Trunks bit his lip and smiled sheepishly at his father.
"Oh yeah...well you see, he tried to kill me so I was defending myself...and..."
"And what about the slave girl?" Vegeta interrupted. Trunks looked over to Pan then back to his father.
"Oh...ummm...she was a conspiritor with Ploom, so I killed her too."
"You had to take her away to do this?"
"Well, Father, she was a pretty slave...so... I had some... things to do before I actually got rid of her..."
Vegeta gave his son a sly grin.
"Hmph... I didn't think you had it in you boy. Just don't let your mother get word of this. She would have your head." Vegeta then turned his attention to the pretty young girl standing next to Trunks. "Who are you?"
"My name is Zana, sire. I'm here as Ploom's replacement. The prince said I was to take over immediately."
Vegeta scowled at Trunks.
~Leave it to my son to pick a hot body over someone that could actually do the job.~
"Oh really..." he said to Pan while looking at Trunks. "And just what are her qualifications boy?"
"Umm...well she is very powerful, and she knows just how to demand respect from her inferiors. Over all, Father, she was the best I could find on such short notice."
"Just how powerful are you girl?"
"Well, I don't actually know...you see, I've never had to use my full power so I can only tell you that my power level is somewhere around 500,000,000."
"WHAT?!" Vegeta was more than shocked. He simply didn't believe her. That kind of a power level would put her power past the first level of a super saiya-jin. And the only people that strong on Vegeta-sie were him and his son.
"You're lying girl! The only one's that powerful are me and my son!"
"I assure you, sire, I'm not lying."
"Then you're pretty damn good at hiding your power. Come with me. We'll see who's right and who's lying."
Vegeta proceeded down the hall with Pan and Trunks close behind. He stopped in front of a large room, and turned around to face them.
"This is the training room I used before I ascended the level of a super saiya-jin. It should be enough for your power level."
Pan stepped inside the room, and could help but chuckle. The room couldn't have been more than 100 feet in diameter.
~This room is never going to be able to hold my power.~ she thought to herself.
Vegeta shot her a death look and Pan immediately wiped her smirk off her face. She then went to the middle of the room and stood awaiting Vegeta's command to begin powering up.
"Power up half way, Zana." Said Trunks. Pan nodded and then lowered her head. She began to power up, and a blue aura soon enshrouded her. Vegeta looked on seemingly unimpressed by her rapidly rising ki. This continued for a few more minutes before her blue aura began to flicker and a blinding light filled the room leaving the king and his son temporarily blinded. When Vegeta's vision refocused, he looked to the middle of the room to see that "Zana's" raven hair was now a golden yellow. Her once obsidian eyes were now an emerald green. And her blue aura was now golden. Vegeta then realized that she hadn't stopped powering up. In fact, her ki was still growing rapidly. When she did finally stop, Vegeta estimated her power to be around 200,000,000.
"Impossible..." he said to himself.
Trunks was certain that she had powered up farther than she was told to.
"Zana...I said half power." Shouted Trunks.
Pan just looked at him slightly confused.
"But this is only half my power."
Vegeta was furious. How could this girl be so powerful? He had never seen her before. But she looked so familiar. She reminded him of someone he knew, but who?
"Errrrr...POWER UP ALL THE WAY!!!" He shouted. Pan obeyed and began to power up again. She soared paced level one and into level two. When she stopped her power level was above 450,000,000.
"Is that the best you've got?" Vegeta questioned.
"It is."
Vegeta smirked at how weak she was compared to him.
"Well then...allow me to show you real power." Vegeta immediately powered up to level three. However, his arrongant smirk soon changed to frustration when "Zana" looked at him unimpressed.
"You act as though you've seen this kind of power before."
"No I haven't, but I have felt it before..."
Before Pan had the chance to finish her sentence, she found herself being knocked across the room and into the wall. She got up and was surprised that her jaw was throbbing. There was also the taste of blood in her mouth. She wiped her lip with the back of her hand and sure enough there was blood on it. She looked over to where she had once been standing only to see Vegeta there with his fist extended. That's when she realized that he must have hit her. Vegeta turned around and lunged at Pan. She tried to block his punches but it was to no avail. He hit his target every time. Trunks, who was watching the entire "fight", was beginning to become worried about Pan's health. He wasn't sure if she could take any more of his father's abuse.
"FATHER!!! STOP!!"
Vegeta immediately stopped his assault on Pan and directed his attentions towards his son.
"Why should I?"
"Because she did nothing to provoke you! She's not as strong as you. You have no reason to be afraid of her."
"Afraid?! I fear no one! I'm just making sure she knows her place." Vegeta then turned his attentions to Pan. "Don't think you're anything special just because you're a super saiya-jin." With that he powered down and left the room. Trunks ran over to Pan.
~She looks pretty beat up.~ He reached into his armor and pulled out a senzu bean.
"Here eat this." He said as he gave her the bean. "Don't worry. It'll heal you."
Pan ate the bean, and her wounds instantly healed. She stood up and looked at Trunks.
"What was that about?"
"Only royalty is supposed to be able to reach the level of power you have."
"Why? Is he afraid of being over powered or something?"
"He would never admit to it, but yeah...I think so."
~That explains why he killed my family...~
Just then Trunks' mother Bulma entered the room, and was shocked by who she saw with her son.
"Videl?...Videl is that you?!"
Pan turned around. She looked over at Trunks, seemingly asking what to do.
"It's okay, Pan. We can trust my mother."
Bulma looked at Pan with a shocked expression on her face.
"Pan?...you're Pan?"
"Yes."
"My goodness...you've gotten so big...the last time I saw you, you were only this tall," Bulma said holding her hand to her hip to emphasize her point.
"That was eleven years ago...I was nine...I'm twenty now..."
Bulma smiled at Pan. She missed her and her family. She then realized what her being there meant. She glared at Trunks.
~Uh oh...what did I do this time?~ he thought to himself.
"You're father doesn't know who she is, does he?"
"Of course not! Do I look like a fool to you? But you can't tell him...if he knew who she really was he would-"
"I know very well what he would do...I'm not an idiot!"
"Um...excuse me..." said Pan. "I hate to interrupt, but I need to clean up..."
"Oh yes, of course...there's a bathroom in your quarters." said Trunks.
"Thank you."
With that Pan excused herself and went to take a nice hot shower. After she was gone, Bulma turned her attention back to her son.
"What were you thinking?!" she said while smacking her son upside his head. "Do you have any idea how much danger you've put her in?! If Vegeta finds out who she is, he'll kill her!"
"I'm aware of that Mother," Trunks said while rubbing his head. "but this is the safest place for her right now."
"What?! What kind of logic is that?"
"Simple...out there on her own she has to worry about food, shelter, and other things like that. Here, all she has to worry about is my father. And with me here, she is perfectly safe from him."
"What makes you say that?"
"Because I would die before I let anything happen to her."
"Your father would never kill you."
"Of course not...I'm his only heir. Besides, he wouldn't have the chance to kill me."
Bulma just gave him a "you've-got-to-be-kidding-me" look.
"Trust me...I would never let anyone hurt her."
Bulma was trying to figure out what her son was getting at. Then it hit her.
"Trunks...are you...bonded?"
Trunks didn't know how to respond at first. But after he thought about it...
"I think I am..." he said seemingly not doubting himself.
