Disclaimer: I am not Akiro(a?) Toryiama...'nuff said

Ages: Pan - 17
Trunks - 19

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"Pan, wake up, it's already 10 o'clock." Gohan said as he entered his daughter's room. "Pan-chan?" he asked again as he lightly shook her. Still no response. Gohan was getting worried, Pan had never been a heavy sleeper. He sat down on her bed and noticed how pale she looked. ::She's looked that way a lot lately, almost the way Videl did...:: Gohan shook the thought from his head. After all, this was Pan-chan, his 1/4 Saiyan daughter, nothing could harm her. On a whim he raised his ki so a blue aura began to surround him. That did the trick. Pan was up and in a battle stance before Gohan had even blinked. "Whoa! Hey it's about time you woke up honey, you were really out of it!" Gohan said with a smile as he lowered his ki.

"Oh I was? Uh, sorry 'tousan, I had trouble sleeping last night." Pan muttered as an excuse as she relaxed out of her battle stance. ::Maybe he doesn't know where I was last night.:: Pan hoped. ::Yeah right, couldn't sleep, I'll talk to her about sneaking out with Trunks tomorrow, but for now...:: "Well Happy Birthday honey, you're 17 today! And Bulma expects us to be at Capsule Corp. by 3 for your party." ::Kuso! I almost forgot about that party, and I have to dress up and everything!:: Pan thought with disgust. "Ok papa, I'm going to put my skirt and blouse and shoes and go over there now to see if I can help or at least spar with someone." Pan told her father as she headed towards the showers. "Ok honey and I'm going to go shopping for a bit, see you this afternoon." Gohan called after her.

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Pan pulled up to Capsule Corp and climbed out of her red capsule car...a gift from her grandfather for her 16th birthday. (AN: Her Grandfather Mr. Satan...he's got the cash!) She grabbed her bag and headed for the door, spotting Vegeta as she entered the kitchen. "Morning Vegeta." Pan greeted the older Saiyan. "Morning brat." Vegeta responded with his customery scowl. "You up for a spar today?" "Of course!" Panny replied with excitement. Vegeta was her second favorite person to spar with...second to Trunks of course. "Let me just change into my training outfit and I'll be right out." Pan headed upstairs to Bra's room.

"Hey Pan! Happy Birthday!" Bra said as Pan entered her room. "Thanks Bra! What's up?" Pan responded as she set down her bag and went into the ajoining bathroom to change "Oh nothing really, just picking out an outfit for your party." Pan scowled as she reentered the bedroom in sweat pants, an old black tank, and her orange bandana. "Grr...yeah I know I have one of those skirt things packed too. Anyway I'm off to spar with your dad, I'll see you in a bit." Pan said as she left quickly. She didn't want to be dragged into looking through Bra's closet. She adored her friend but hated the way she loved clothes.

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"Ok brat, let's see what you can do. To start, 50%, with ki blasts, and I won't go Super Saiyan." Pan nodded and crouched low. She growled deep in her throat before lunging at her opponent in a flurry of punches and kicks. Vegeta was managing to block all of her moves, and he smirked to himself. ::Him, the brat is getting better. Much better:: Vegeta added as Pan landed a kick to his right side and then a punch to the jaw. She floated up and hit him with a small ki blast. As the smoke cleared Vegeta smiled up at Pan. "Good brat, now it's my turn."

Vegeta replaced his smirk with a scowl as he let out a battle cry and attacked Pan. Pan blocked as best she could, but the older Saiyan had much more experience and power than her. Several of his punches found their target, but Pan did manage to redirect his ki blast. "How was that Veggie?" Pan taunted. Vegeta growled at the nickname, only the woman could call him that, but he checked his anger knowing just what Pan was trying to do.

"Good job brat, now see if you can hit me as many times as I hit you." Vegeta replied. This was his favorite method of training the brats, switching between offense and defense. This way they could practice both points of view. Pan launched herself at her sensei once again but stopped mid way across the gravity room and fell to the ground, moaning.

Vegeta glared at her and walked over, poking her with his boot. "This is a silly way to try to gain the upperhand brat. I won't fall for it." Pan didn't respond and Vegeta frowned again, this time kneeling down next to her. He noticed for the first time how worn out she was from the light spar. He felt for her ki and noticed it was incredibly low. Momentarily pushing his confusion to the back of his mind, he picked her up carefully and placed her into the regeneration tank in a seperate room, not noticing that the light on the tank never switched to the red that meant there was an injury to heal.

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Two hours later, Vegeta returned to the regeneration room. Noticing the light on the tank was green, for healed, Vegeta released Pan from the tank and woke her up.

"Ve-Vegeta?" she asked, opening her eyes. "Yes brat, how do you feel? You passed out on me during sparring." he responded, trying to sound miffed, but Pan could hear the slight concern in his voice.

"I'm...I feel the same." she said with a small shrug as she tried to stand from the chair she was in, but fell back down. "Weak." she added. Vegeta raised an eyebrow. The regen. tank had never not worked before. Saying nothing, he pushed the small "diagnostics" button. Bulma had installed similar buttons on all the equiptment Vegeta used so he wouldn't have to bother her when something went wrong and before he knew what it was. To his surprise the machine responded with another green light, the OK sign. Vegeta couldn't understand why the tank didn't help Pan, unless her problem was not an injury....



A/N hehe, evil cliffy. Sorry it took me so long to jump back on the bandwagon, but here I am, and I'm singing a song...R and R!