Bonded Chapter 4
By: Kawaii Panchan
A/N: I apologize for having this take so long to get up… it was done last week but I was grounded from the computer for reasons we won't get in to so I couldn't get it up until now…. Enjoy chapters 4 and 5!! Ja ne. ~KP
Pan woke up with a start, it was late morning, and she never slept in. "Something doesn't seem right." She thought to herself. Suddenly she remembered. " TRUNKS!" her mind screamed as she literally leapt out of her futon, not caring that she was only wearing her sleeping kimono.
"Trunks!" She yelled though the halls of her home.
"He's gone Pan…" Bra said when Pan ran through the kitchen in search of him.
"What? Why didn't he…"
"I'm sorry Pan." Bra said as her adopted sister rushed into her outstretched arms and sobbed into the younger girl's kimono.
" Why…" Pan whispered.
"He had to go fight Panny, our family's honor rested on him doing so."
" I understand that… I mean… why didn't he…"
"Say goodbye?" Pan nodded "Pan, he cares about you too much… he didn't want to see you upset."
"I'm sure." Pan said, practically spitting out the words in anger.
" Pan, don't be mad at him. He did what he thought he needed to. He knew that if he saw you crying there would be no way he could have left. It was his duty to show father that he could take care of the family and the family's honor on his own, he didn't want to jeopardize that."
" He should have said goodbye…" Pan said stubbornly, running out the doors of the house, out to the back of the dojo to her tree… their tree.
Her mind was completely muddled, part of her hated Trunks for leaving, the other half on the other hand practically exploding with the love and pride she had for him.
"Stupid, stubborn, saiyan baka." She cursed. Just then Pan heard a rustling in the bushes, she immediately sprang up into her fighter's stance. "Show yourself." She commanded as she scanned the kis hidden in the bushes. A very Vegeta-esc smirk crossed her face, "Weaklings…" she said to the 6 kis hidden in the shrubbery. A small object whizzed past her ear and Pan calmly caught it. "Hmmm…. Poison dart, that was almost clever." Pan said, tossing the dart in the direction of her concealed assailant. Well for a quarter saiyan it was merely a toss, but to a human the dart seemed to disappear as it was too fast for his eyes to follow. He had no idea where it had gone until he felt a sharp pain in his neck, where he found his own dart lodged into a major artery.
"Die bitch!" one of the attackers yelled as the remaining 5 leapt out of the bushes at Pan. They all had various weapons, Pan was unarmed, this didn't unnerve her a bit though. They attacked in unison and Pan smirked, a challenge would have been preferable but she would take any fight she could get. The urge to fight coursed through her veins, it was almost as if she had a split personality. She was so innocent and sweet at home, but the second she was challenged she was ruthless, almost cruel. All courtesy of Vegeta's example of course. The first attacked, then the second, third, forth, and fifth. All of which she had maimed badly, she didn't believe in killing when it wasn't necessary. This was the only difference between her own style of fighting and that of Vegeta's and even Trunks. The fifth man who had attacked she noticed was the least injured so she walked up to him and forced him to look at her in the eyes by supporting his chin with her thumb.
"M-monster." The man stuttered and spat on her boots.
"Now that was really not called for… How dare you call me monster! I'm not the one who is raiding villages, raping and killing women and children, and destroying a way of life that has been nurtured for thousands of years! You sir are the monster." Pan said absolutely disgusted by the "man" in front of her, " You see, if I WAS this monster you claimed I was, your 4 other friends would be dead, the one with the dart got what was coming to him." The man just shuddered in fear. " Now, I want you to go to your commanding officers and tell them about me. And don't neglect to tell them that there are more warriors like myself in the Imperial troops who can kill dozens at a time with the flick of a finger if needed." Pan shot a small ki blast from her index finger and spun the energy ball on her finger like a ball for added emphasis. "Your immoral rebellion will be crushed, and soon, I suggest you realize which is the right side to be on." Pan said, releasing the man's chin as she watched him limp away into the woods. Vegeta watched Pan from behind the wood; in the confusion she hadn't even sensed him. He simply smirked at his student, secretly relieved that she could protect the family even with Trunks missing.
"Hey Trunks!" Goten called through the soldier's barracks.
"Yes?" Trunks responded, he had become fast friends with the childish officer.
" I just heard the news, there was an attack on the dojo."
"MY DOJO?!?"
"Yeah." Goten said halfheartedly.
"WELL!?!? Is everyone ok?"
"Oh of course, they said 6 of the most elite warriors in the rebel army were beaten off by some young woman. They heard your father was ill and didn't want him around to help us with strategy." Trunks just smiled with pride, that was his Panny.
"So we have all 6 in captivity now?"
"Actually 4, she killed one that had thrown a poison dart at her, 4 are in prison, and one she let go to have him warn his leader about "her kind". Whatever that's supposed to mean" Trunks smirked; she just sounded so Vegeta-like, only allowing one to escape to warn their lord and master. He would have done the same; he didn't want to be a "secret weapon." He would rather the enemy know about his power, and fear it. "She must be one hell of a fighter." Goten said approving.
"Oh she is…"
"How do you know her? Is she your wife?" Trunks just laughed.
" No, not my wife, my father adopted her as a child, but I do have more that brotherly feelings towards her."
"Too bad, she sounds like a challenge, and I like challenges." Goten said with a grin.
" That she is, but she is only a challenge I'm allowed to conquer." Trunks said with a smirk and continued folding the blanket of his futon.
By: Kawaii Panchan
A/N: I apologize for having this take so long to get up… it was done last week but I was grounded from the computer for reasons we won't get in to so I couldn't get it up until now…. Enjoy chapters 4 and 5!! Ja ne. ~KP
Pan woke up with a start, it was late morning, and she never slept in. "Something doesn't seem right." She thought to herself. Suddenly she remembered. " TRUNKS!" her mind screamed as she literally leapt out of her futon, not caring that she was only wearing her sleeping kimono.
"Trunks!" She yelled though the halls of her home.
"He's gone Pan…" Bra said when Pan ran through the kitchen in search of him.
"What? Why didn't he…"
"I'm sorry Pan." Bra said as her adopted sister rushed into her outstretched arms and sobbed into the younger girl's kimono.
" Why…" Pan whispered.
"He had to go fight Panny, our family's honor rested on him doing so."
" I understand that… I mean… why didn't he…"
"Say goodbye?" Pan nodded "Pan, he cares about you too much… he didn't want to see you upset."
"I'm sure." Pan said, practically spitting out the words in anger.
" Pan, don't be mad at him. He did what he thought he needed to. He knew that if he saw you crying there would be no way he could have left. It was his duty to show father that he could take care of the family and the family's honor on his own, he didn't want to jeopardize that."
" He should have said goodbye…" Pan said stubbornly, running out the doors of the house, out to the back of the dojo to her tree… their tree.
Her mind was completely muddled, part of her hated Trunks for leaving, the other half on the other hand practically exploding with the love and pride she had for him.
"Stupid, stubborn, saiyan baka." She cursed. Just then Pan heard a rustling in the bushes, she immediately sprang up into her fighter's stance. "Show yourself." She commanded as she scanned the kis hidden in the bushes. A very Vegeta-esc smirk crossed her face, "Weaklings…" she said to the 6 kis hidden in the shrubbery. A small object whizzed past her ear and Pan calmly caught it. "Hmmm…. Poison dart, that was almost clever." Pan said, tossing the dart in the direction of her concealed assailant. Well for a quarter saiyan it was merely a toss, but to a human the dart seemed to disappear as it was too fast for his eyes to follow. He had no idea where it had gone until he felt a sharp pain in his neck, where he found his own dart lodged into a major artery.
"Die bitch!" one of the attackers yelled as the remaining 5 leapt out of the bushes at Pan. They all had various weapons, Pan was unarmed, this didn't unnerve her a bit though. They attacked in unison and Pan smirked, a challenge would have been preferable but she would take any fight she could get. The urge to fight coursed through her veins, it was almost as if she had a split personality. She was so innocent and sweet at home, but the second she was challenged she was ruthless, almost cruel. All courtesy of Vegeta's example of course. The first attacked, then the second, third, forth, and fifth. All of which she had maimed badly, she didn't believe in killing when it wasn't necessary. This was the only difference between her own style of fighting and that of Vegeta's and even Trunks. The fifth man who had attacked she noticed was the least injured so she walked up to him and forced him to look at her in the eyes by supporting his chin with her thumb.
"M-monster." The man stuttered and spat on her boots.
"Now that was really not called for… How dare you call me monster! I'm not the one who is raiding villages, raping and killing women and children, and destroying a way of life that has been nurtured for thousands of years! You sir are the monster." Pan said absolutely disgusted by the "man" in front of her, " You see, if I WAS this monster you claimed I was, your 4 other friends would be dead, the one with the dart got what was coming to him." The man just shuddered in fear. " Now, I want you to go to your commanding officers and tell them about me. And don't neglect to tell them that there are more warriors like myself in the Imperial troops who can kill dozens at a time with the flick of a finger if needed." Pan shot a small ki blast from her index finger and spun the energy ball on her finger like a ball for added emphasis. "Your immoral rebellion will be crushed, and soon, I suggest you realize which is the right side to be on." Pan said, releasing the man's chin as she watched him limp away into the woods. Vegeta watched Pan from behind the wood; in the confusion she hadn't even sensed him. He simply smirked at his student, secretly relieved that she could protect the family even with Trunks missing.
"Hey Trunks!" Goten called through the soldier's barracks.
"Yes?" Trunks responded, he had become fast friends with the childish officer.
" I just heard the news, there was an attack on the dojo."
"MY DOJO?!?"
"Yeah." Goten said halfheartedly.
"WELL!?!? Is everyone ok?"
"Oh of course, they said 6 of the most elite warriors in the rebel army were beaten off by some young woman. They heard your father was ill and didn't want him around to help us with strategy." Trunks just smiled with pride, that was his Panny.
"So we have all 6 in captivity now?"
"Actually 4, she killed one that had thrown a poison dart at her, 4 are in prison, and one she let go to have him warn his leader about "her kind". Whatever that's supposed to mean" Trunks smirked; she just sounded so Vegeta-like, only allowing one to escape to warn their lord and master. He would have done the same; he didn't want to be a "secret weapon." He would rather the enemy know about his power, and fear it. "She must be one hell of a fighter." Goten said approving.
"Oh she is…"
"How do you know her? Is she your wife?" Trunks just laughed.
" No, not my wife, my father adopted her as a child, but I do have more that brotherly feelings towards her."
"Too bad, she sounds like a challenge, and I like challenges." Goten said with a grin.
" That she is, but she is only a challenge I'm allowed to conquer." Trunks said with a smirk and continued folding the blanket of his futon.