DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN DRAGONBALL/DBZ/DBGT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY.
WARNING: Before I start I have to say that I love ALL the characters in DB/DBZ/GT and anything you might think as insulting or OOC for them is just for the sake of the story. I know that some of this story is VERY damaging to at least one character but I don't want to reveal who for the sake of the plot line. Also, I want you to know straight out that this is V/P (VEGETA AND PAN). If you can't handle that then don't read it. If after all this you still flame or complain, I'll just assume you're extremely stupid and ignore you. Thanks.
Chapter 2
~~~~* Pan's POV~~~~
I arrived at Capsule Corp by the time we had agreed upon. I didn't want to risk running into him so I went straight to the back to the gravity room. I opened the door and saw that Vegeta was already in there. It didn't really surprise me, since I new that with the exception of eating and sleeping that was where he spent most of his time. As I looked at him I couldn't help wondering what could drive someone to spend almost all of their waking moments trying to get stronger. What hidden demons could be lurking behind those mysterious dark eyes and the sensuous smirk? That thought brought me to my senses.
'Did I just think that Vegeta's eyes were mysterious? And what the hell was up with the sensuous smirk? Is that even possible? I can't like Vegeta can I? Okay, I admit he was hot.' I mentally shook myself at the thought, how can I even think that. He was older than my grandfather!
'He doesn't look like it,' a voice inside my head said. 'Just look at his body!' Without being able to stop myself I looked over and checked him out. I had to agree with the voice, this was one Saiyan male that was in his prime. I remember my father had told me that Saiyans aged about 4 times slower than humans after reaching 18 when I asked him why he looked so much younger than other parents with kids my age. I guess if I took that into consideration he wasn't that much older than me and our age difference wouldn't be that important. 'Did I just think that?' I asked myself. 'Why would our age difference matter anyway? Stop making me think about Vegeta like this!' I ordered my mind. That little voice just laughed at me.
I had been stretching the whole time I was having my 'mental' conversation. And by now I was ready. Vegeta stood before me, waiting for me to attack, I could tell he wasn't going to go easy on me today. I just stood there wanting to take him by surprise when I finally attacked. I went forward as if I was going to punch him but at the last second phased behind him and aimed a kick to his back. He easily blocked it and I sent a series of rapid punches and kicks all of which he managed to block. We went into the air, and continued the attacks. He seemed to know every move I was going to make before I did. I finally got in a few jabs, but in the process managed to leave myself open for a massive kick in my ribs. Before I had a chance to recover he elbowed me in my back and I began to fall towards the floor, but my descent was stopped by a knee in the stomach followed by him hitting me towards the ground. I tried to stop myself but didn't have enough time.
I hit the ground with a thud and my ears began ringing. I tried to force myself to my feet but the pain was just too intense. I was almost certain that at least two of my ribs were broken, and I could taste the acidic taste of blood in my mouth. I fell to the ground in pain, giving up.
I saw a shadow fall over me and I looked up into the smirking face of Vegeta. 'Why the hell did I ever think that this sadistic bastard had a sensuous smirk?' I asked my self. "Get up you weakling." He ordered me. When he saw that I had no intention of rising he snorted. "I might as well go get Bra, she would give me more of a work out than you." This was especially harsh considering that Bra had never done any training more strenuous than shopping. "You really are a pathetic excuse for a Saiyan."
The last was like a blow to my heart. I had always taken pride in my Saiyan heritage, I was proud to be stronger than other humans. If I didn't have that, I didn't have anything. Parents that ignored me, a beloved grandfather that was missing, and worst of all was him.
I pushed my self to my feet and into the air while the memories came rushing back. Trunks. I had thought that I loved him. I had thought that it was possible that he just might love me. But he had taken my heart and smashed it into a million pieces. And after he was done he had spit on it. He had taken my innocence, all my girlhood dreams and stolen them from me so fast that I hadn't even had time to try and defend myself. I could have hated him for that alone. And so I screamed, for all that had been taken from me and all that I had never had the chance to experience, that I would now never have the chance to experience. For all the pain that they had caused me, all the times they had ignored me. All the times I had felt lonely and all the times I had felt unloved and unlovable. And as I screamed out my rage and hopelessness I felt the power surging in me like never before. I took it, welcomed it with open arms, and wrapped it around my aching heart, letting it consume me till all the suffering was gone and in its place was power.
And that's when I new that I had finally achieved it, that I had done the impossible. I had reached Super Saiyan.
The next chapter will be out soon depending on the reviews, so please review. I wanted to say thanks to Shadies for reading this story even though she still 'Likes T&P better' ^_^ and for giving me the title. Also thanks to Blue Eyed Blondie, Brianna, & AS for the positive feedback. Thanks for reviewing
