Author's notes: Hey there, minna....
I'm finally reposting!!!! Some of you may be confused, or not remember me at all... but, you see, I changed my name. It's no longer Kaiyo-henshin, it's (duh) Tanny-san. It comes from my the full Tanoshimi Seiyoku, but, yeah...
Okay. Serious mode.
There have been some serious revisions to this story. The plot line will be the same, but the sentence structure and content is all around way, WAY better than it was. I'm debating whether or not to post this under R and have the lemons that will come later, or post it under R and include a link. I don't want to risk having my fic deleted, but it's so much easier just to post here. If I don't post here, it'll probably be at my site, so don't worry, you'll get to see it anyway.
You'll probably notice that I'm going to change the characters around a bit more. You see, reading through my story, I've come to find how absolutely horribly ooc they all are. Ugh. I *did* write most of this before seeing GT, and ever even meeting Goten, Pan, and Bra so... yeah. They're terribly ooc. But I'm going to use the help of an old review *glomps Chris Marker* to try and even it out some.... but don't worry. We'll still have the same over emotional people, just with peeps of who they really are showing through. The were all raised in different ways in my story, so it's different. But... Okay, I'm going to shut up now. I'm no good with explanations.
Anyway... I would actually be very, very surprised (and flattered) if anyone remembers me. I had a lot of reviews, but I haven't gotten any recently... I feel so bad. I hope that I'll get back up to 508 reviews!!!!!
So, here we go!
-Tanny, aka Kaiyo-henshin
§Chapter One, The Memories§
All she wanted to do was cry. She was injured horribly from her battles on earth, and even more by her earlier resistance. But no, she wouldn't let these people see her tears. They had already seen to the suffering of her planet, the one she had tried so desperately to save. She closed her eyes as memories of their plan came to mind. How they had planned to rid themselves of the Saiyan race, that had captured her planet when they found her grandfather... How it had failed…
Pan shot a small ki blast at her father, hoping to distract him as she phased behind him to land a fist square on his back.
"Come on dad! If you ever want me to get strong, you can't keep holding back!" She shouted at her father, truly only half frustrated with his tendency to hold back when training her. She was old enough to take it, she wasn't a kid anymore!
She had been training as long as she could remember. Most likely since she could walk, but for what she did not yet know.
Gohan laughed at his smirking daughter. "You want a real fight, Pan-chan? Is that it?" He teased playfully, his black eyes sparkling with pride.
"How else am I going to get any more powerful? I've been training since I can remember, but I'm still not powerful enough to change like you do…" Gohan looked over his 14 year old daughter as she trailed off, and he idly wondered if she was old enough to handle the truth. He had kept it from her since she was a child, always weighing the pros and cons of telling her at certain ages. Perhaps… perhaps if he told her, she would change…
He sized his daughter up as she looked at him curiously. If he told her, it was likely she would become extremely irrational and angry… would it be enough for her? He argued with himself for a moment, before seeming to come to a conclusion.
'She needs to know… even if she doesn't change. It isn't right for her not to know.' He reasoned, powering down and reaching for his daughter's arm.
"Pan, I have something you and I need to talk about." He said solemnly, and she could tell by the serious look on her father's face that he wasn't joking, or trying to distract her. She nodded her head and let him lead her to a near-by lake. The walk took all of twenty minutes, and in that time she could not help but wonder what was troubling her father.
When they finally arrived at the lake, he sat down gently on a stone, and stared at the waters surface for a few moments before Pan interrupted his thoughts.
"What is it dad?" He smiled lightly at his daughter, his face still maintaining that look of seriousness. He turned to his daughter before speaking.
"Pan, you know of the Saiyan race, and how they have purged and killed on our planet for many years now?" He watched her face grow dark with memories. She had seen the horror of the race, and lost many friends to the Saiyans, ever since they had found their planet. They were brutal killers, and they tortured the people of earth. She had seen women raped, children slaughtered, and men killed for virtually no reason. The invasion of the Saiyan race had sliced the population of earth nearly in half, and the only reason she and her family were still alive was because of the secluded mountain region they lived in. It was unroamed territory for the Saiyans, and they were taking their time taking over the planet.
"Yes," She replied, in a voice of ice. There was nothing about the Saiyans that brought a light into her eyes, and the pain that came with the word 'Saiyan' was a pain that always quelled any thoughts of happiness she had previously had.
Gohan sighed nervously, deciding to simply be blunt in his explanation. "Pan, you are… you are one of them. Their blood is part of you, as it is part of me and was part of my father. I am half Saiyan, and you are one fourth... They… they are part of us, and we, part of them." He finished quietly. Pan's shock was overly evident on her face, as her eyes simply stared at him, blank. She absorbed the information seemingly calmly, but there is always calm before a storm.
She felt the familiar sting of tears at her eyes, and anger took over her thoughts. She was part of this race of monsters? These people, who had murdered almost everyone she loved, who had wreaked havoc on her planet for so many years? The beings who had made her life a hell of no comparison since birth? It couldn't be true; she could not be part of that! She shook her head and clinched her eyes shut, freeing tears that had been held captive in her eyes. She felt her father's comforting arms encircle her, and jumped back from his embrace.
Gohan understood. He watched as she covered her ears with her hands, her eyes shut so tightly it was as if she was trying to seal them permanently. It could not be true… It was madness! The very idea that she could be tainted… with their filthy… their blood! It was inside of her!
"NO! This isn't be true!! I am not part of them!!! They are MURDERERS!!! Murderers… they are killers! They can't be me! I can't be them!" She screamed, her rage continuing to make her blood run hot, and her eyes seeing only red. Gohan felt her ki jump immensely, and he knew that her anger was getting out of control.
"PAN! You must calm down!! You can not let the truth's existence justify your anger! You can't let it control you! Calm down!" His words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Pan continued to power up. Higher and higher, rage blinding every piece of her coherent mind. Her father knew that if she continued at this rate, she might self destruct, and he was desperate to calm her down. His plan seemed to almost backfire… if she couldn't reach the next stage, she would die...
Winds began to pick up around her, and she distantly felt the ground beneath her feet collapsing. The lake had turned into a raging sea of blue, relentless and as angry as she was. The earth around her began to quake from the immense and absolute raw power that radiated from her. Gohan could only watch in awe as his daughter's hair began to rise around her head, flickering from a wavy gold to the straight raven of her normal hair. Her eyes flickered a deep blue color, not reaching the solid sea green of her father's when he was in this stage. Her mind was still flashing with anger, seeing the deaths and ruthless purging of her own planet. All the tears and emotions and blood were swimming in a mass of red, and that she was part of what caused all this seemed to anger her the most. The thought that in her own body was the blood of these monsters infuriated her.
Gohan managed a sigh of near relief at what was going on. His daughter was ascending to the level of Super Saiyan… her power would not kill her. Her body would be able to handle the immense amount of ki that had just built inside of her. He could not help but notice some differences in the way she looked as compared to how he looked in the same powered up form. Her hair was golden, but fell in waves, rising only slightly as opposed to the spikes that would form in his hair. Her eyes were a deep, pupil-less blue, and her muscle-mass had not increased drastically. He guessed it was because she didn't have as much Saiyan blood in her, as she also had not been born with a tail.
Suddenly, Pan released all her energy. Screaming all her rage, earth and water was sent flying above and around her in a massive cyclone. The energy was tremendous, the light blinding. And soon, the red she had been seeing returned to normal, and she dropped from the sky, completely unconscious, landing in her father's arms.
*§*
Pan was shaken out of the memory of when she first went Super Saiyan by a tall, chubby Saiyan. She recognized him as Tounasu, the one who she supposed was in charge of her and the rest of the people aboard the slave ship. She suddenly remembered where she was. Held captive... being taken to an auction of some sort…
"We're almost there, humans," He twisted the word as if it disgusted him. "Get up and stand for inspection!" The large Saiyan bellowed to the other earth girls.
Pan looked around her, disgusted, as the stench of sweat and excrements suddenly assaulted her senses. The hold was dimly lit, and her wrists were held by shackles on the walls. It was like a perverse version of a modern dungeon.
She did as told, still much too weak to resist again. She almost smiled at the thought of the damage she had done earlier, but now was most certainly not the time for her mental pat on the back.
The man went slowly down the line, looking the girls up and down, checking their power levels carefully. Some were strong, and one or two could manage some weak ki-blasts. Those women were most likely warriors like Pan.
The man soon came to her, his three guards behind him. He frowned as he recognized the girl that had taken down at least twenty of his guards, even with all her wounds and broken bones. She now looked completely exhausted. She too must have been one of the fighters.
"Name." Tounasu growled out to her, as he had done to each of the others.
"Son Pan." So, this was the grand-brat of Kakarott.
"Age."
"Nineteen." Not of age yet, eh? That wouldn't be too good for sales…
"Race." Why bother to ask?
Pan grimaced and growled out, "One fourth Saiyan, three fourths human." Her face twisted in obvious dislike for having to admit that. And she noticed some of the other girls stare at her with ill disguised hate and disust.
"Status." He asked disinterestedly, waiting for her response.
"Warrior." She responded, head held high and proud. The four guards had laughed at the other girls who said this, but this time, they did not. They had already seen what Son Pan, as she had called herself, could do…
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A.N. Whoa. You guys do not believe how wierded out I am by this. I mean, I wrote *this* crap? *sigh* It was hard revising it, because there were so many errors, and I couldn't help but add in tons of things to help move it along and flow… My style has changed somewhat. Hmmm… I like this though! It's fun fixing all the crap in my fic. It takes forever though… Oh well. I'm going to post this now, so that nobody will kill me….
I'm finally reposting!!!! Some of you may be confused, or not remember me at all... but, you see, I changed my name. It's no longer Kaiyo-henshin, it's (duh) Tanny-san. It comes from my the full Tanoshimi Seiyoku, but, yeah...
Okay. Serious mode.
There have been some serious revisions to this story. The plot line will be the same, but the sentence structure and content is all around way, WAY better than it was. I'm debating whether or not to post this under R and have the lemons that will come later, or post it under R and include a link. I don't want to risk having my fic deleted, but it's so much easier just to post here. If I don't post here, it'll probably be at my site, so don't worry, you'll get to see it anyway.
You'll probably notice that I'm going to change the characters around a bit more. You see, reading through my story, I've come to find how absolutely horribly ooc they all are. Ugh. I *did* write most of this before seeing GT, and ever even meeting Goten, Pan, and Bra so... yeah. They're terribly ooc. But I'm going to use the help of an old review *glomps Chris Marker* to try and even it out some.... but don't worry. We'll still have the same over emotional people, just with peeps of who they really are showing through. The were all raised in different ways in my story, so it's different. But... Okay, I'm going to shut up now. I'm no good with explanations.
Anyway... I would actually be very, very surprised (and flattered) if anyone remembers me. I had a lot of reviews, but I haven't gotten any recently... I feel so bad. I hope that I'll get back up to 508 reviews!!!!!
So, here we go!
-Tanny, aka Kaiyo-henshin
§Chapter One, The Memories§
All she wanted to do was cry. She was injured horribly from her battles on earth, and even more by her earlier resistance. But no, she wouldn't let these people see her tears. They had already seen to the suffering of her planet, the one she had tried so desperately to save. She closed her eyes as memories of their plan came to mind. How they had planned to rid themselves of the Saiyan race, that had captured her planet when they found her grandfather... How it had failed…
Pan shot a small ki blast at her father, hoping to distract him as she phased behind him to land a fist square on his back.
"Come on dad! If you ever want me to get strong, you can't keep holding back!" She shouted at her father, truly only half frustrated with his tendency to hold back when training her. She was old enough to take it, she wasn't a kid anymore!
She had been training as long as she could remember. Most likely since she could walk, but for what she did not yet know.
Gohan laughed at his smirking daughter. "You want a real fight, Pan-chan? Is that it?" He teased playfully, his black eyes sparkling with pride.
"How else am I going to get any more powerful? I've been training since I can remember, but I'm still not powerful enough to change like you do…" Gohan looked over his 14 year old daughter as she trailed off, and he idly wondered if she was old enough to handle the truth. He had kept it from her since she was a child, always weighing the pros and cons of telling her at certain ages. Perhaps… perhaps if he told her, she would change…
He sized his daughter up as she looked at him curiously. If he told her, it was likely she would become extremely irrational and angry… would it be enough for her? He argued with himself for a moment, before seeming to come to a conclusion.
'She needs to know… even if she doesn't change. It isn't right for her not to know.' He reasoned, powering down and reaching for his daughter's arm.
"Pan, I have something you and I need to talk about." He said solemnly, and she could tell by the serious look on her father's face that he wasn't joking, or trying to distract her. She nodded her head and let him lead her to a near-by lake. The walk took all of twenty minutes, and in that time she could not help but wonder what was troubling her father.
When they finally arrived at the lake, he sat down gently on a stone, and stared at the waters surface for a few moments before Pan interrupted his thoughts.
"What is it dad?" He smiled lightly at his daughter, his face still maintaining that look of seriousness. He turned to his daughter before speaking.
"Pan, you know of the Saiyan race, and how they have purged and killed on our planet for many years now?" He watched her face grow dark with memories. She had seen the horror of the race, and lost many friends to the Saiyans, ever since they had found their planet. They were brutal killers, and they tortured the people of earth. She had seen women raped, children slaughtered, and men killed for virtually no reason. The invasion of the Saiyan race had sliced the population of earth nearly in half, and the only reason she and her family were still alive was because of the secluded mountain region they lived in. It was unroamed territory for the Saiyans, and they were taking their time taking over the planet.
"Yes," She replied, in a voice of ice. There was nothing about the Saiyans that brought a light into her eyes, and the pain that came with the word 'Saiyan' was a pain that always quelled any thoughts of happiness she had previously had.
Gohan sighed nervously, deciding to simply be blunt in his explanation. "Pan, you are… you are one of them. Their blood is part of you, as it is part of me and was part of my father. I am half Saiyan, and you are one fourth... They… they are part of us, and we, part of them." He finished quietly. Pan's shock was overly evident on her face, as her eyes simply stared at him, blank. She absorbed the information seemingly calmly, but there is always calm before a storm.
She felt the familiar sting of tears at her eyes, and anger took over her thoughts. She was part of this race of monsters? These people, who had murdered almost everyone she loved, who had wreaked havoc on her planet for so many years? The beings who had made her life a hell of no comparison since birth? It couldn't be true; she could not be part of that! She shook her head and clinched her eyes shut, freeing tears that had been held captive in her eyes. She felt her father's comforting arms encircle her, and jumped back from his embrace.
Gohan understood. He watched as she covered her ears with her hands, her eyes shut so tightly it was as if she was trying to seal them permanently. It could not be true… It was madness! The very idea that she could be tainted… with their filthy… their blood! It was inside of her!
"NO! This isn't be true!! I am not part of them!!! They are MURDERERS!!! Murderers… they are killers! They can't be me! I can't be them!" She screamed, her rage continuing to make her blood run hot, and her eyes seeing only red. Gohan felt her ki jump immensely, and he knew that her anger was getting out of control.
"PAN! You must calm down!! You can not let the truth's existence justify your anger! You can't let it control you! Calm down!" His words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Pan continued to power up. Higher and higher, rage blinding every piece of her coherent mind. Her father knew that if she continued at this rate, she might self destruct, and he was desperate to calm her down. His plan seemed to almost backfire… if she couldn't reach the next stage, she would die...
Winds began to pick up around her, and she distantly felt the ground beneath her feet collapsing. The lake had turned into a raging sea of blue, relentless and as angry as she was. The earth around her began to quake from the immense and absolute raw power that radiated from her. Gohan could only watch in awe as his daughter's hair began to rise around her head, flickering from a wavy gold to the straight raven of her normal hair. Her eyes flickered a deep blue color, not reaching the solid sea green of her father's when he was in this stage. Her mind was still flashing with anger, seeing the deaths and ruthless purging of her own planet. All the tears and emotions and blood were swimming in a mass of red, and that she was part of what caused all this seemed to anger her the most. The thought that in her own body was the blood of these monsters infuriated her.
Gohan managed a sigh of near relief at what was going on. His daughter was ascending to the level of Super Saiyan… her power would not kill her. Her body would be able to handle the immense amount of ki that had just built inside of her. He could not help but notice some differences in the way she looked as compared to how he looked in the same powered up form. Her hair was golden, but fell in waves, rising only slightly as opposed to the spikes that would form in his hair. Her eyes were a deep, pupil-less blue, and her muscle-mass had not increased drastically. He guessed it was because she didn't have as much Saiyan blood in her, as she also had not been born with a tail.
Suddenly, Pan released all her energy. Screaming all her rage, earth and water was sent flying above and around her in a massive cyclone. The energy was tremendous, the light blinding. And soon, the red she had been seeing returned to normal, and she dropped from the sky, completely unconscious, landing in her father's arms.
*§*
Pan was shaken out of the memory of when she first went Super Saiyan by a tall, chubby Saiyan. She recognized him as Tounasu, the one who she supposed was in charge of her and the rest of the people aboard the slave ship. She suddenly remembered where she was. Held captive... being taken to an auction of some sort…
"We're almost there, humans," He twisted the word as if it disgusted him. "Get up and stand for inspection!" The large Saiyan bellowed to the other earth girls.
Pan looked around her, disgusted, as the stench of sweat and excrements suddenly assaulted her senses. The hold was dimly lit, and her wrists were held by shackles on the walls. It was like a perverse version of a modern dungeon.
She did as told, still much too weak to resist again. She almost smiled at the thought of the damage she had done earlier, but now was most certainly not the time for her mental pat on the back.
The man went slowly down the line, looking the girls up and down, checking their power levels carefully. Some were strong, and one or two could manage some weak ki-blasts. Those women were most likely warriors like Pan.
The man soon came to her, his three guards behind him. He frowned as he recognized the girl that had taken down at least twenty of his guards, even with all her wounds and broken bones. She now looked completely exhausted. She too must have been one of the fighters.
"Name." Tounasu growled out to her, as he had done to each of the others.
"Son Pan." So, this was the grand-brat of Kakarott.
"Age."
"Nineteen." Not of age yet, eh? That wouldn't be too good for sales…
"Race." Why bother to ask?
Pan grimaced and growled out, "One fourth Saiyan, three fourths human." Her face twisted in obvious dislike for having to admit that. And she noticed some of the other girls stare at her with ill disguised hate and disust.
"Status." He asked disinterestedly, waiting for her response.
"Warrior." She responded, head held high and proud. The four guards had laughed at the other girls who said this, but this time, they did not. They had already seen what Son Pan, as she had called herself, could do…
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A.N. Whoa. You guys do not believe how wierded out I am by this. I mean, I wrote *this* crap? *sigh* It was hard revising it, because there were so many errors, and I couldn't help but add in tons of things to help move it along and flow… My style has changed somewhat. Hmmm… I like this though! It's fun fixing all the crap in my fic. It takes forever though… Oh well. I'm going to post this now, so that nobody will kill me….
