Disclaimer: I'll make this short cause I know all of you hate these corny
disclaimers. I don't own DBZ.
He didn't make another move. Just stood there, but then he did just the right thing. He started insulting me, my family, cussing me out, and tried his best to make me feel like I was the lowest thing on Earth. It was exactly what every other guy did; it was just a matter of time. But now, I couldn't talk back, I couldn't make the situation worse, but it gave me the strength to stand up one last time. My head reeling, my eyes starting to see sparks, I held my ground when no one else could have stayed conscious. Even with my whole body racking with every intake of breath and my vision blurred, I could tell he never meant for me to get up that time.
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I don't know what happened after that. I was either too out of it, or had fallen unconscious, but the next I knew, I was in a new bed, in a new room, and it was the middle of the night. Every bone, muscle, and molecule of my body was on fire. I couldn't have moved if I wanted to. But I knew also that he would never stop. That was the test Bulma had been warning me about. I had been measured, and was to become a slave. What kind of slave I didn't know. But, he'd want me first thing in the morning. He wouldn't give any mercy.
Just as I had predicted, he came to get me at approximately the same time. The next week was the most tough, grueling, life-wrenching week of my entire life. Not only was I missing Pott, but my body was in constant agony. It couldn't handle the workouts that I was put through. It was as if my life training was crammed into one 4-5 hour session, and then repeated the next day with full force. To make it worse, he didn't assume me a mute.
A couple of days after I had arrived, Vegeta finally asked me a question. Now it wasn't a how are you, is this too much to handle? kind of question. Nope, it was more of him insulting me, realizing I wasn't talking back, then yelling at me for not answering his questions. I got a beating for that. Every day after that, my workouts would be finished with a grueling beating for not "talking". At these moments I wished with all of my heart I hadn't made that promise to Pott. I wanted to go Super Sayin and pummel him into the ground. But my gut told me even if I did go Super Sayin, I still might not be able to beat him.
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It became apparent to me I had to eat now and again. I had tried my best to avoid eating with everyone else, which meant I ate at intervals of about ten minutes. Slaves of every status kept coming in at all hours of the night. I would literally starve myself at this rate. So I started to eat when there was only one person around for hours at a time. Bulma.
Bulma was the one who saved my life. As I started eating with her, she always did the talking. I mean she never shuts up. But then she started asking me questions, and I'd either nod or shake my head, but that was all. She was quicker to learn than Vegeta that I was never going to talk, and finally about three weeks in he gave up and let me be a mute.
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Now one night Bulma and I were having dinner together and she was reading the newspaper. I had been sure to make myself as mute as possible which also meant I acted illiterate. But I was anxious of some outside news. Anything that would indicate Pott, or the rest of my family alive. Once she left the room I began to read, but I didn't realize she was right outside the door watching me.
She came back in the room and caught me red handed. I thought it was all over. Every bone in my body was shaking, and I didn't know what she'd do to me. I thought I would get the beating of a lifetime from Vegeta, and this time I might not live through it.
Author's Note: Sorry this is kinda a short chapter, but I'm doing this very late at night, and I still have homework, but I know you all wanted another chapter, and this is the part of the story that was the most confusing for me. So, next chapter I promise to be longer, but I might change my style of writing a little, because to convey this plot, I can't have it all in Pan's perspective. I might try it from Vegeta's next. I don't know. If you have any questions, just ask me in the reviews, cause I check them every day and I'll try to answer them in my Author's Note. (Oh, thanks to Kida for all of your reviews!)
He didn't make another move. Just stood there, but then he did just the right thing. He started insulting me, my family, cussing me out, and tried his best to make me feel like I was the lowest thing on Earth. It was exactly what every other guy did; it was just a matter of time. But now, I couldn't talk back, I couldn't make the situation worse, but it gave me the strength to stand up one last time. My head reeling, my eyes starting to see sparks, I held my ground when no one else could have stayed conscious. Even with my whole body racking with every intake of breath and my vision blurred, I could tell he never meant for me to get up that time.
~
I don't know what happened after that. I was either too out of it, or had fallen unconscious, but the next I knew, I was in a new bed, in a new room, and it was the middle of the night. Every bone, muscle, and molecule of my body was on fire. I couldn't have moved if I wanted to. But I knew also that he would never stop. That was the test Bulma had been warning me about. I had been measured, and was to become a slave. What kind of slave I didn't know. But, he'd want me first thing in the morning. He wouldn't give any mercy.
Just as I had predicted, he came to get me at approximately the same time. The next week was the most tough, grueling, life-wrenching week of my entire life. Not only was I missing Pott, but my body was in constant agony. It couldn't handle the workouts that I was put through. It was as if my life training was crammed into one 4-5 hour session, and then repeated the next day with full force. To make it worse, he didn't assume me a mute.
A couple of days after I had arrived, Vegeta finally asked me a question. Now it wasn't a how are you, is this too much to handle? kind of question. Nope, it was more of him insulting me, realizing I wasn't talking back, then yelling at me for not answering his questions. I got a beating for that. Every day after that, my workouts would be finished with a grueling beating for not "talking". At these moments I wished with all of my heart I hadn't made that promise to Pott. I wanted to go Super Sayin and pummel him into the ground. But my gut told me even if I did go Super Sayin, I still might not be able to beat him.
~
It became apparent to me I had to eat now and again. I had tried my best to avoid eating with everyone else, which meant I ate at intervals of about ten minutes. Slaves of every status kept coming in at all hours of the night. I would literally starve myself at this rate. So I started to eat when there was only one person around for hours at a time. Bulma.
Bulma was the one who saved my life. As I started eating with her, she always did the talking. I mean she never shuts up. But then she started asking me questions, and I'd either nod or shake my head, but that was all. She was quicker to learn than Vegeta that I was never going to talk, and finally about three weeks in he gave up and let me be a mute.
~
Now one night Bulma and I were having dinner together and she was reading the newspaper. I had been sure to make myself as mute as possible which also meant I acted illiterate. But I was anxious of some outside news. Anything that would indicate Pott, or the rest of my family alive. Once she left the room I began to read, but I didn't realize she was right outside the door watching me.
She came back in the room and caught me red handed. I thought it was all over. Every bone in my body was shaking, and I didn't know what she'd do to me. I thought I would get the beating of a lifetime from Vegeta, and this time I might not live through it.
Author's Note: Sorry this is kinda a short chapter, but I'm doing this very late at night, and I still have homework, but I know you all wanted another chapter, and this is the part of the story that was the most confusing for me. So, next chapter I promise to be longer, but I might change my style of writing a little, because to convey this plot, I can't have it all in Pan's perspective. I might try it from Vegeta's next. I don't know. If you have any questions, just ask me in the reviews, cause I check them every day and I'll try to answer them in my Author's Note. (Oh, thanks to Kida for all of your reviews!)