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Chapter 6


Pan walked briskly down the marble lined hall. Her boots made a distinctive tapping
sound while her sword and dagger jumped on her leg, clanking together loudly. She
enjoyed the sound immensely. She didn't have to wear those uncomfortable dresses or act
as if she were some mindless gentile. She could be herself. She could show her temper,
show her might, show her dominance…all out in the open. Just how she liked it.


She approached the doors to the throne room with two guards standing outside. They did
a double take as she stood before them. She was unmistakable in battle armor. A smirk
ran across her face as the two men began to tremble. They treated her poorly when she
was there as merely the Ambassador, but now, things would be very different.


"Remove yourself, I have an audience with Vegeta," she snarled, narrowing her eyes at
the shorter of the two. The soldier gulped and shook violently. He looked into her cold,
mahogany eyes, seemingly begging for mercy. Pan laughed and pushed the soldier
against the wall. His partner didn't even dare to move.


"Next time, treat your superiors with respect. Do you understand that?"


The soldier nodded his head as he swallowed hard, wishing this moment would be over
soon.


"Good," she said as she effortlessly tossed him down the hall. She did not look back, but
she smiled as she heard his body smack against the hard marble floor, his hollers
silenced. The other guard quickly stepped out of her way as she proceeded through the
door. No one would fuck with her anymore.


"Sorry to keep you waiting, Vegeta," Pan said as she walked to his throne. Trunks sat
down next to his father while Chizu stood at ease. Vegeta stood up and shook Pan's soft,
surprisingly feminine hand. She politely bowed and placed her hands behind her,
standing at ease like the other female in the room.


"Woman, I need not tell you again why you are here. I want to end this war by fighting,
but Chizu here thinks trying to maintain the peace treaty would prove a better avenue,"
Vegeta explained carefully. As he sat down, Chizu stood forward and handed some
paperwork to Pan. The Commander took the papers and looked them over carefully.
When she was done, she handed them back to Chizu.


"The terms seem reasonable, similar to those before," she said, now placing her hands on
her hips, a sign of slight agitation. "Except for the part about Trunks and myself. I'm not
sure if I want to marry him."


Vegeta sighed heavily and motioned for Chizu to further explain the importance of the
treaty.


"Honorable Commander, King Vegeta does not want there to be another incident. If the
two of you are mated, you cannot commit treason again," Chizu said plainly. Pan merely
rolled her eyes, a look of disgust on her face.


"I will not marry him and I certainly will not MATE with him. A bond such as that is not
something you can force…it is destined. The King of the High Class Saiya-jins should
know that," she spat. Pan folded her arms and proceded down the stairs and out of the
throne room. If she had a tail, it would be swishing around wildly right now. How dare
they even consider asking her to marry Trunks? Just as she was about to open the door,
she felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun around and shook off Trunks' hand. He just
looked into her mahogany eyes, mentally begging her to at least listen.


"No," she said out loud, without thinking. Puzzled, Trunks stepped backed and looked at
her oddly.


"No…what," he asked, sounding as surprised as he looked. Pan shrugged her shoulders
and turned around.


"Nothing, just thinking out loud. Tell your father to give me a ring when he comes up
with a better agreement. Until then, tell him he has my word that I will stay within the
palace," she said as she exited the room. Trunks considered going after her, but did not.
He just turned around and looked at his father and Chizu, both obviously angered and
upset.


"I certainly thought it was fair," Vegeta growled, folding his arms. "What more could the
brat want? She was going to marry you anyway, why does she have a problem with it
now?"


Trunks placed his hand behind his neck and let out a deep sigh. It was probably now or
never…the truth had to be revealed. Vegeta looked at his son, who was visibly disturbed.


"Come here, boy and explain what is on your mind before I beat it out of you," he said
coldly. Trunks walked back up to the throne, his eyes to the floor. "Well, out with it," his
father growled at him, growing impatient…as if her ever were.


"Pan never had any intention on marrying me. They night I killed Nappa, he said
something about Pan not completing her mission. From they way she objected to him
saying anything about it, I'm certain the mission was something else, perhaps acting as a
spy and infiltrating our Kingdom from the inside. But, for some reason she did not
complete her mission," Trunks said, seemingly all in one breath. Chizu pursed her lips,
her tail twitching around her waist. She did not like the sound of what was just said. Now
more than ever, she was uncertain if the quadroon Saiya-jin could be trusted.


"I am certain that was her assignment. As the Commander, she is known completing all
missions as soon as possible, as complete as possible. She must have had ulterior
motives," Chizu said, more to Vegeta than to Trunks, though both heavily considered her
examination of the situation.


"I do not believe she has any 'treason' in mind right now. But, I share her concern in us
getting married. I know it was to be my punishment, but my heart does not belong to
her," Trunks said pleadingly to his father. Vegeta shot an evil eye at him and stood face
to face with his son.


"And just who does it belong to," he asked, one of his brows cocked with curiosity.
Trunks, realizing what he just said and backed off.


"It's not important. Just let it be known I will not marry Son Pan…trust me, the feeling is
mutual," Trucks said as he exited the room hurriedly. Chizu walked up to Vegeta and
stood at his side, watching the young prince run down the long hall until the door
completely shut. He then sat down and raised his hand to his chin, engaging in serious
thought.


"Chizu, something is not right with the boy. He is starting to bond with Son Pan and he is
being blinded to that fact by something else…they both are. As much as I hate to admit it,
they are destined. I want you to find out what is going on," he said, the last sentence more
as an order. Chizu stepped back and looked at Vegeta oddly.


"Sir, I'm a tactical genius, not a matchmaker," she said, folding her arms. Vegeta just
snarled and leaned back in his throne. She was right…she probably didn't even notice the
bond between the two had started to grow stronger. He had felt it the day she arrived. No
matter what, he would be to the bottom of this.

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Hmmm, interesting. I know you guys want to know more about the T/B thing…that will
come soon. Hope you enjoyed this filler chapter :-)