A.N. Well, chapter two. Sorry about all this, but editing is seeming to take longer than writing. Gomen ne for the lateness, but it makes for a better story, trust me!


Tounasu continued his way down the line of girls, and Pan slumped down again, closing her eyes and being pounded with memories of their plan to attack. It was unfair how she was pained by these… the memories were like a burden still fresh in her mind.



"Pan." Came her father's comforting voice. Her world was black, and his voice was faint, though she felt herself soon entering the consciousness once again. Her eyes slowly cracked open, feeling heavy with the weight of sleep. The hazy features of her father's face came into her view, soon followed by the cloudy face of her mother.

"Pan honey, I'm so glad you're awake!" Her mother exclaimed, throwing her arms around her daughter. Small tears spilled from her eyes in relief as she held her daughter in her loving embrace.

"What happened dad?" Pan asked meekly, feeling a bit light headed after recovering from her mother's death-grip. Her father gave her a serious look, but she couldn't help but notice the look of a father's fondness and pride in his soft, dark eyes.

"You ascended to the next level, to… Super Saiya-jin. It's the name given to the level of power that you took on." Gohan looked down at his daughter, prepared to comfort her for the sadness and realization that would soon cross her face. Sure enough, Pan's eyes turned dark, and she was suddenly hit with memories of earlier that day.

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."*

She bowed her head, the sadness of reality hitting her full force. She was one of the monsters. It was proof; their blood was coursing through her veins. She was part of them.

Her father shook his head and put his hand comfortingly on her shoulder as she pulled her knees to her chest in a protective ball. "Pan, look at me," She slowly looked up to Gohan's face. "You may be part of them physically, but your heart is with us. You and I fight to save earth from the Saiyans, we don't fight with them. You will never truly be one of them Pan. You are with us in your beliefs, and that you are part Saiyan does not change that. Do you understand? We all fight against them… their blood means nothing. You are who you are Pan-chan… but you know what is right and what is wrong. We are fighting for what is right, and they can't change that. Not now, not ever…" He pulled her to him in a warm embrace, Videl watching from the side as this unique exchange took place.

She sighed, watching her husband and her daughter. She knew that she could do little to comfort her daughter; because she and her father held that bond. It was theirs, and only theirs. She rested her hand reassuringly on Gohan's shoulder, and he felt more content.

Gohan soon felt his shirt wet with something foreign, yet new instantly that they were tears. He held Pan tighter, holding her and comforting her. He tears subsided, and she pulled away from her father, turning her face away.


"I… I think I understand, dad. I just need some time to think." She sighed as she lay back down on her bed, still exhausted both emotionally and physically. Her mind was on overload, and her body felt it could take no more. Her muscles ached in a way she didn't know they could ache… no doubt from the physical extreme she had reached earlier.


"Alright Pan-chan, we'll leave you to rest. But if you need anything, call us, won't you? I know it hasn't been easy, my Panny," said her mother, stroking her hair lightly, "It's never easy to learn something like this. But it will leave, with time… just don't keep it in. We're here for you…"
Videl trailed off, not knowing what kind of true comfort she could give her daughter. She drew her hand back from the black tresses made messy by the earlier events, and sighed, standing from the bed with Gohan. She glanced back one last time at her daughter as Pan fell back on her mattress, before closing the door softly and clicking the lock.

Pan tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't close her eyes without the nightmares coming back to her. It was like a paradox… perhaps she was not meant to sleep now. It was cruel the way it was for her sometimes.

She sighed in defeat, and opened her eyes again. She could faintly hear the whispering voices of her parents in the next room, seeming to argue quietly about something. Suspicious, since she had never once heard her parent's argue over something in secret, she crept to the door. She had trouble convincing herself she was not eavesdropping, but kept her post, straining her ears to hear past the barriers of the door and walls.

"Gohan, Pan is much too young to know of our plan yet! Aside from that, it will be five years before it begins! That's five years, Gohan, that we can tell her in!" Her mother sounded stressed over something or other. Pan couldn't make sense of anything. Her head was still swirling, yet it sounded as if her parents were keeping her from knowing something. Her mother was babying her again… Pan hated that. She was old enough to know! She wasn't a baby anymore!

"Videl, you know as well as I do that she has to know sooner or later. She's fourteen years old! I think she's old enough to handle it. It's stupid to keep it from her any longer… She's been training so hard all these years without a purpose, if we give her one, she'll become even stronger!"

'What are they talking about? What purpose? What's going on?' Pan thought as she desperately tried to hear more.

Gohan watched as his wife absorbed this with a frown. For years she had defended her child… She did not want Pan a part of this at all, in the first place, but she knew that her daughter would no doubt be needed in the final battle. Her features changed from that of a frown to that of a tired expression, hostile, yet knowing that keeping her daughter from her knowledge of her part would be foolish.

"Fine Gohan. But you will be the one to tell her. I can't do it now..." She finished sadly, sighing as he husband gave her a hug. She turned to watch him leave the room, before collapsing on the couch, burying her face in her arms, allowing herself to fall apart for a few minutes. It was hard to always be strong.

Pan heard the conversation end, and footsteps in the hall. She crawled clumsily back to her bed, relaxing just as the door opened. Her father's voice came heavy and serious, just as it had before he had told her that horrible, horrible news…

"Pan, there is something I need to tell you..."




Pan snapped her eyes open at Tounasu's barking voice.

"Alright, we have now arrived on planet Vegeta! Stand up and go to the line we assign you. From there, follow the instructor. Now lets move, move!" Pan quickly stood, waiting to be told what line to go to. Finally, an assistant came up and pointed to a line of about three or four girls.


"Son Pan? Royal." Pan walked quietly to the line. She looked at the few other girls in her line, and the many other girls in every other line. She tried to figure out the difference. She had guessed that her auction would be better than the rest, because of the name. Royal…

"Come on, slaves! You wenches have been selected to be sold as concubines at the Royal Auctions. I am your instructor, Serori. I will be getting you ready for the sale, because as you are now, you're practically worth nothing, although humans don't generally run for too much. You don't tend to… last too long with your Saiya-jin owners…." A Saiyan woman said mysteriously, smirking at the fear openly displayed before her eyes. She motioned for the girls to follow her down a long corridor.

Pan accepted her fate with a nod. 'So I'm to live out my life as a concubine?' She sneered mentally. This was ridiculous. There was no way that she, Pan Son, would waste the rest of her life as a sex slave. The idea was not only disgusting, but absolutely ridiculous. However, she knew to expect something like this. Besides, there would most likely be many chances of escape for her, especially if she were to work her way into being one of the more trusted slaves or some other such nonsense. Her first priority would have to be getting out after she was sold… But perhaps she could get out sooner than that. She opened her senses, looking for any possible chance she could dart off into a corridor, or hide. Yet, though she found many opportunities, her body was still badly broken. Her will, she refused to notice, was slipping.

She looked at the other girls as they tread down what seemed to be endless corridors. They were stronger than the other girls had been. Yet, most were weak emotionally. They took their fate in tears, and seemed to be broken. They gave up. She looked at them through eyes that gave some sympathy, some reprimand. A true warrior never gave up.

They suddenly came to a stop in what seemed to be a medical lab. Serori's cold voice echoed in the space around them, sending a chill through them that immediately caught their attention.

"This is the infirmary. Your wounds will be treated to prepare you for sales," She stated icily, before she stepped away. Several of what could only be alien slaves came up to the girls, each with their own medical supply. Pan watched as the creature in front of her applied creams and ointments to her fresh wounds, the unnaturally cool hands of the purple-skinned creature almost healing in themselves. It painfully set her broken bones before holding a small vibrating machine over where they assumed the break to be, healing them enough for Pan to get around easily. The pain, however, that came with the treatment was excruciating, and she could not help but berate herself as she cried out and allowed two tears to slip down her cheeks.

'Amazing technology for such barbarians. I've made a near-complete recovery… though I still feel as if I'm about to pass out. I suppose leaving us tired is supposed to make escape harder. Clever monsters… They should, really though. Then, when I escape, I can rip that cold bastard woman's head right off her shoulders, after giving her a slow, painful death...' She thought angrily, the pain biting through her. She was brought out of imagining revenge again when she was roughly yanked by the arm by a guard.

'I suppose they really don't want their merchandise running off on them,' she thought dryly, allowing herself to be virtually dragged down the hallway.


A.N. Ergh. Done. Thank you so much for reviewing, I love reviews! Hugs and kisses minna!

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