Author's Note: Hello all you people out there who are generous and read and review my fic. Thanks for all the reviews so far, I send my deepest and greatest thanks to you all.
Anywayz on with the fic. This is the part where Pan and Vegeta have a little battle. To find out more, read on.

Disclaimers: I do not own DB/Z/GT. Ok?

The Angel Of Death.
Part Three

Pan woke up at five o' clock the next morning. All night long the same moment when Robert had broke up with her was going through her head, but for some strange reason she wasn't sad that he had finished their relationship.
She sat up and looked outside. 'I might as well get some practice in before me and Vegeta battle,' she thought as she got up. She went over to Bra's dresser and got out one of the clothes capsules Bulma had made up. It read 'fight gear' on the side, so Pan took it and walked over to the window. She opened it quietly and slid out into the early morning air.
She landed softly on the ground and felt the sweet dew on her feet. She threw the capsule down and some clothes popped out; she picked them up and walked over to the gravity room to get changed.
Pan changed quickly and soon came out of the gravity room wearing a small, white sports top and a pair of training trousers. She stretched a few times and threw a few punches and kicks at imaginary targets.
Suddenly Pan felt a power level behind her. She turned quickly and her hand collided with someone's shoulder, she quickly drew back when she seen who it was she hit.
"Uncle Goten!" she said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"Funny," he said. "I was just about to ask you the same question." He rubbed his shoulder lightly.
"Well…I…eh…" Pan gulped and just then Vegeta came round the corner, already for their match. "I was just about to have a quick practice battle." She said, pointing in Vegeta's direction. "Hey, Vegeta," she called out to the unhappy looking saiyan. He grunted a response and beckoned on her to follow him to the gravity room. Pan followed eagerly. Once she was inside she could forget about everything but her match with Vegeta.

Bra woke up and turned to talk to Pan. She rolled over and looked to the floor where Pan's bed was situated. Just the sheets now, no Pan. She sat up to look around the rest of the room. The sheets Pan had slept in were disarranged and there was a wet towel beside the radiator.
Quickly, she got up and dressed, then she head out of her room in search of Pan. Bulma came along the corridor to meet up with her distressed daughter.
"What's up?" she asked, getting her daughters' attention.
"I can't find Pan." Bra said, as she looked over the railing that led to the living room.
"I think her and your father are having a little battle. At least that's all I could make out from your father's grumpy tone of voice at six o' clock this morning." Bulma paused and looked at Bra. "Don't worry. Pan will be ok. I'll get Trunks to go and watch out for her if you want." Bra nodded.
"Thanks mother," Bra kissed Bulma on the cheek and headed downstairs. Bulma shook her head and went to find her son.

Pan stood in the defensive mode. Her clothes were torn in places, her breathing heavy and ragged, but apart from that she was fine. She had never been in fifty times normal gravity, as Vegeta had always been using the gravity machine for himself. She felt the air move beside her and felt his presence, she quickly turned and fired a ki blast to her right. She jumped back and done a somersault and landed, with ease, on two feet.
The blast hit the wall and bounced backwards hitting off the other wall opposite, it exploded on impact. Pan smirked to herself, thinking she had actually hit Vegeta, and seeing a mental image of him trying to tell everyone that she didn't hit him once.
Pan was too busy smirking at her own triumph; she didn't feel the immense power beside her. She turned at the last minute to see Vegeta's fist flying towards her face. She dodged as quickly as she could, but Vegeta's fist connected with her face. Her body was flung backwards with the force of it and she hit the wall.
As soon as she hit the wall pain shot up her back, and soon another pain in her stomach surfaced as the air was forced out of her lungs by Vegeta's other fist.
Pan fell to the ground, gasping for air. She spat out the blood that had collected in her mouth and looked up at Vegeta, her eyebrows curled into a frown. Vegeta had the nerve to stand there and mock her attempts to get enough air into her lungs. Her brow furrowed even deeper and she stood up shakily.
Vegeta wasted no time, and was soon in front of her again. Throwing punches and ki blasts towards her middle section and head. His feet never stopped moving and kicking out to try and trip her up.
Pan held her defences as best she could and tried to get a few punches in wherever possible. She ducked his right fist and blocked with her left, then she kicked out and hit Vegeta's shin. He got even angrier at the realisation that she had hit him. He may have had the advantage of years more fighting and practice and power. But she had the small frame.
Pan cried out as Vegeta's foot managed to catch her ankle and trip her. She fell backwards and Vegeta used a ki blast to fling her into the air. He followed her movement and using both of his fists hit her back to the ground. Vegeta flew towards her, about to give the blow that would knock her unconscious and symbolize the end of a fight.
The gravity suddenly returned to normal and the door was flung open. Pan looked up and saw a hazy figure by the door. Vegeta shouted out for them to shut the door and leave them to fight.
"Sorry dad. No can do," the lavender haired young man said as he walked over to Pan's limp body. He picked her up and went to walk away. She started to push herself out of his grip.
"No! I can do this! I'll show that saiyan prince that I'm not weak!" she called out as she struggled. Trunks tightened his grip slightly to prevent her from falling.
"You're in no shape to battle just now," he argued with her. "I'm taking you inside and to the med-lab." He turned to look at his father. Vegeta just frowned and smirked. Trunks felt Pan's struggles subside, he turned back and looked down at the exhausted body he held in his arms. 'Kami! She's so beautiful.' His mind thought. He shook his head to clear it and walked out. He shut the door and could feel the gravity rising as soon as the door was completely secure.
"Where the hell did that come from?" he asked his mind out loud.
"Where did what come from?" Bulma asked as she came outside. She ignored her own question when she seen Pan in her sons arms. "Pan?" Bulma ran forward.
"She's fine mother, just exhausted. I have a feeling father didn't go that easy on her. She just needs rest." Bulma smiled and laid her hand on Pan's forehead; there was heat present from the shattering battle. Bulma's anger towards Vegeta soon dissipated and she looked at her son.
Trunks looked at Pan's face. There was sweat on her brow, he lifted his hand from supporting her head and wiped her face. He smiled when she moved in her sleep. She mumbled something, but he was not listening, he was too shocked at how he could not have noticed her beauty before now.
"Well," his mother said, breaking his train of thoughts. He looked up startled. "Are you going to take her upstairs or not?" Trunks nodded silently and walked away. Bulma smiled, she had a hunch that there was more going on between them than a simple friendship; now all she had to do was get them to admit it to each other.

How'd you like it. Please tell the truth. I'll try my best to make the other chapters longer, but I try my best to cut off each chapter at a suitable place.
For all those who actually read this, I'll catch ya later in Part Four of The Angel Of Death.
Bye.
Pan.