Sweet Revenge

By Videl

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Chapter 3

-Angel Vs. Bitch-


They flew for what must have been hours. Pan refused to land until she had overtaken Vegeta. He was cocky, sure she'd give up, admit her defeat. He obviously didn't know her very well.

"Brat. Are you going to give up yet?" He asked, sweat was pouring down his back. The sun had set about an hour ago, giving a good idea of how long they've been flying.

"Never." She hissed. She was getting tired, but it didn't matter. She would beat him. Right now, he was always staying about 50 feet ahead of her. She would win, she was determined to. She just didn't know how. Every time she sped up, so would he. He didn't even have to see her gaining on him. He'd sense her ki and automatically match it. She would growl and go back to an easier pace, hoping to overtake him the next time.

Neither had been paying attention to where they were going. In fact, they had probably circled the globe several times already. Pan was just considering flying into space to test the advantage there, but knew she would never win. In fact, she doubted she'd have the advantage of speed anywhere. So they'd keep circling the globe until something happened.

Vegeta was worn out. He was considering giving in, in the rational part of his mind. But rationality was about as prominent in his personality as his conscience was. "Brat. Does this idiocy have a purpose?"

Pan growled, then smiled. "You can stop anytime you want." She grinned. For a Son, her smile was laced suspiciously with evil and the potential for cruelty.

Vegeta smirked back, inwardly crying. He could go on like this forever, probably, but he was hungry! His stomach growled loudly. He cringed as Pan started laughing. But still, it gave him a chance to act. Before she knew what to expect, keeled over laughing, she was hit to the ground. More precisely she was hit into the roof of a house. She went through the roof to the attic, where she had to search through rubble, and climb down the stairs to the second, then the first floor. She emerged through the front door, and Vegeta couldn't help but grin at her expression. It was a mixture of anger and embarrassment. A middle-aged couple walked out behind her, obviously upset. He watched from the sky as Pan made some mistake, then gave them a number to call for free repairs. She apologized once again before bowing away and running.

After the couple disappeared, she flew up into the air and kicked the shit out of Vegeta. At least, that was her intention.

"So you're finally ready to fight." He smirked, dodging a flying foot.

"I honestly don't know why I put up with you." She hissed, catching his fist before it connected with her gut.

"Do you want me to tell you why?" He asked with an even wider smirk.

"Now that I think about it." She growled again. "NO!" The kick finally connected. Painfully, to boot. His head was jerked upwards and his teeth clashed together. If his tongue had been in the way, he would've lost it for sure.

"Bitch!" He righted himself, attacking immediately. She grinned at him innocently.

"I'm a bitch now? Yippee! All in one day I go from Spawn to Brat to Bitch! What's next? Female? Woman?" She was grinning even as his fists connected with her stomach in a rapid succession. "Maybe I'll make it up to Pan?" She got the wind blown out of her and could speak no more.

"Don't count on it!" He shouted as he let a final blow over her head. She collapsed in the air, but he caught her before she fell. "Weakling baka." He condoned, tucking her unconscious form under his arm and taking off toward home.

" Daddy! Where were you! Oh no! You didn't kill her did you? What happened? You're not supposed to spar with Panny! Daddy! Talk to me! Daddy! Come back here." That was what he heard from Bra upon his immediate return. He ignored her, as he usually did, and draped Pan over the couch.

"She had it coming to her." He told his daughter when she rushed to help her unconscious friend.

"Her dad must be worried sick." Bra answered, after reviewing injuries and finding nothing serious. "Really Daddy! You should be more responsible." However, her father had long exited the room, choosing to examine the repaired G.R.

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"Where is she?" Gohan was pacing the room. She'd been gone all day. He'd gone up to check on her when she hadn't come down for lunch, and found her gone.

"I'm sure she's fine." His wife said for the millionth time. "She can take care of herself."

"She's been gone for too long! She didn't even call. That's it! I'm going to look for her ki!" Videl had stopped him from doing so all day, saying she deserved privacy. But she was finally beginning to worry, so she let him have his way.

It was striking 11pm when he began to look for his daughter's ki. He found it seconds later. In fact, it was walking up the front path this very minute.

Gohan smiled happily, relaxing into his angry father routine.

"Where the hell have you been?" He roared as soon as the door opened. Pan looked up at her father in shock. She'd forgotten all about him. Until this very second, her mind had been focused on Vegeta and how she could beat him. Hell, she wasn't even in it for revenge anymore. 'First, Vegeta loses. Then, Trunks dies.' Yes, she had it all planned out.

"Umm." Pan looked at her feet, self-conscious of the bruising and such that littered her arms and face. At least Bra had lent her new clothes. She hated walking home torn and covered in dust.

"Pan! Are you okay?" Her mother interrupted her father's tirade.

"Yes, mummy." She mumbled, feeling guilty. Her mother took it as something else, what she didn't know, and let maternal instinct kick in. Videl shot a glare at Gohan, then ushered her baby into the bathroom for further inspection. Gohan shook his head. Pan was playing this up. He knew it. In fact, he and Videl had both done the same thing at her age. Playing on their parent's worries. 'Oh well,' he shrugged. It sure as hell worked. He went into the bathroom and started fawning over her every scrape and bruise. 'Damn, I'm weak,' he thought to himself.

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"Alright, Daddy." The G.R. shut down in the middle of a session. 'Why do people keep doing this to me?' Vegeta wondered.

"Yes, Princess?" She was doing the puppy eye thing. He couldn't stay mad at her. Even if she wasn't a little girl anymore, she still knew how to get him to treat her like one.

" Well, Daddy." She started and he knew it wasn't going to be good. "I was wondering' if you would explain." He groaned. She was being so sweet and innocent. That meant he was in for trouble. "Why the hell were you sparring with Pan all day! What's going on!" She went from innocent angel to roaring bitch in no time flat. Only she and her mother could do it so well. He groaned, after all these years, he still didn't know how to get away from it.

" I'm training her." Was all the information he supplied.

" Why?" She asked, all sweet again.

"So she can go Super Saiyan." Bra nodded, content, for now. Vegeta sighed. He doubted she'd take the answer 'so she can kill your brother' very well.

"Can women even go Super Saiyan?" Bra asked after a time. Vegeta contemplated it for a second, before responding.

"I don't see why they wouldn't." Bra nodded.

"Well." Bra started after a while.

"Well what?" Vegeta was uncomfortable with this conversation.

"Well. Do you think I could go Super Saiyan?" Vegeta was greeted with an unexpected response. She wanted to train?

"If you trained." Vegeta volunteered. She was considering training, normally he would be happy. But honestly, he didn't want her to. He was enjoying his time spent beating up Kakkarott's brat's brat. He didn't want that interrupted.

"Will you train me?" Vegeta was already shaking his head.

"WHY NOT!" The roaring bitch was back.

Vegeta immediately came up with an answer. "I don't want you hurt. Pan's at too high a level and you wouldn't be able to keep up."

"But you're MY daddy!" She pouted. The angel was back and it was scaring him.

"Then I'll train you separately." He was losing slowly.

" You would take it easy on me, why don't you take it easy on Pan? She's a girl too, I'm just as strong as she is." In her mind she thought that was just as strong as Pan, but in reality, that was no where near the truth.

" I don't want to see you hurt." He growled. Were they repeating themselves?

"Don't you care about Pan?" Something about that question frightened him.

"OF COURSE I DON'T CARE ABOUT HER!" He roared. She was startled by the over-enthusiastic response. She took a step back in reaction.

Vegeta left the G.R. soon after. Bra was very confused. 'Oh well,' she shrugged, and then left for bed.

Vegeta was up for hours later that night, haunted with that one question. "Do I care about her?"

He couldn't.

Could he?

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Too Be Continued…

-Videl