The cat tumbled down the stairs after Pan, her plan to get the half tied shoelaces thwarted by the floor suddenly falling out from under her.
"MROW!" She complained as she landed chin down on the landing. Her butt sat on top of her head, and her tail hung over one eye mischievously, like a pirate hat.
"Clumsy kitty," Pan laughed, turning around and picked the kitten up. "You should watch where you put your feet." A gentle scratch behind one of the cat's ears earned a grateful look, and the animal settled into her arms and started to purr loudly.
"It sounds like a malfunctioning engine." Vegeta said gruffly from the foot of the stairs.
Pan jumped, startling the cat from her arms back to the floor. "Where'd you come from?" Pan offered him a shaky grin.
He shrugged his broad shoulders, not bothering to remove his arms from their common position across his chest. He shyly avoided her eyes, which instantly made Pan suspicious. "I thought you'd like to come train with me… but I see you're busy."
Pan smiled. Emotion of any kind made Vegeta a little uneasy with himself. He must have missed her. "I'd love to, Veggibutt."
Vegeta sent her an imperious glare. "I refuse to answer to that."
"You already did."
Hmph.
"Vegeta, where are you going?" Pan demanded when Vegeta stood on the lawn, ready to take off for the sky.
"To the gravity room?"
"Let's spar out in the woods… I came up with an idea for a training exercise."
Her teacher blurted out, "Really?" Pan was sure she'd never seen Vegeta's eyes bulge that wide in suprise.
"Yeah… come on, this property has some awesome forestry." Pan led the smaller man to the back yard and into the tree line, carting the cat in her arms.
Vegeta eyed the greenery with some trepidation. "It won't be so 'awesome' after five minutes of sparring."
Pan smiled and looked around. "Sure it will… the entire point of the exercise is to make sure nothing but your opponent gets hurt. Every time you strike a tree or the earth, you gain a point. Whoever has the least points at the end wins."
"Um… I don't suppose I can fight above the canopy," Vegeta said ruefully, practically bent over backward trying to look past the tall trees to the sky. Pan shrugged.
"All's fair, there's only the one rule." The cat mewed when she set her at the base of the tree and batted at her hand as she pulled it away, begging not to be abandoned. Pan ignored the cat and widened her feet into a fighting stance. "So bring it on Veggibutt."
"ARGH!" He roared, swooping down from behind to land a punch on her crown, but it was no longer there, and his arm simply was buried in the ground.
"One point for VEGGIBUTT," Pan giggled from somewhere above him.
"I refuse to answer to that," he muttered, searching the shadows for the dark-haired female.
A hard blow sent him flying between a pair of trees, missing them completely. "You already did."
Vegeta glared up at the canopy from his position among the moss. "Rotten kid."
Pan perched on a branch above his head, smiling down at him like a mischievous wood sprite. "Rotten adult. So what do you think I should name the cat?"
"Tiger."
Pan's nose drew up in distaste. "Are you kidding? The Prince of Saiyans coming up with a name so undignified and worst of all UNORIGINAL?"
"Well, brat, you come up with one then."
Pan pouted and ducked his kick, landing one of her own to his knee. "But that's why I asked you… I have no idea what would suit her."
Hey, I decided to get a little interactive because I couldn't think up a name for the cat. Write in your review any name you think would be suitable, so I can continue onto the next chapter… I'm hoping to move on with the story a little bit in the next one.
"MROW!" She complained as she landed chin down on the landing. Her butt sat on top of her head, and her tail hung over one eye mischievously, like a pirate hat.
"Clumsy kitty," Pan laughed, turning around and picked the kitten up. "You should watch where you put your feet." A gentle scratch behind one of the cat's ears earned a grateful look, and the animal settled into her arms and started to purr loudly.
"It sounds like a malfunctioning engine." Vegeta said gruffly from the foot of the stairs.
Pan jumped, startling the cat from her arms back to the floor. "Where'd you come from?" Pan offered him a shaky grin.
He shrugged his broad shoulders, not bothering to remove his arms from their common position across his chest. He shyly avoided her eyes, which instantly made Pan suspicious. "I thought you'd like to come train with me… but I see you're busy."
Pan smiled. Emotion of any kind made Vegeta a little uneasy with himself. He must have missed her. "I'd love to, Veggibutt."
Vegeta sent her an imperious glare. "I refuse to answer to that."
"You already did."
Hmph.
"Vegeta, where are you going?" Pan demanded when Vegeta stood on the lawn, ready to take off for the sky.
"To the gravity room?"
"Let's spar out in the woods… I came up with an idea for a training exercise."
Her teacher blurted out, "Really?" Pan was sure she'd never seen Vegeta's eyes bulge that wide in suprise.
"Yeah… come on, this property has some awesome forestry." Pan led the smaller man to the back yard and into the tree line, carting the cat in her arms.
Vegeta eyed the greenery with some trepidation. "It won't be so 'awesome' after five minutes of sparring."
Pan smiled and looked around. "Sure it will… the entire point of the exercise is to make sure nothing but your opponent gets hurt. Every time you strike a tree or the earth, you gain a point. Whoever has the least points at the end wins."
"Um… I don't suppose I can fight above the canopy," Vegeta said ruefully, practically bent over backward trying to look past the tall trees to the sky. Pan shrugged.
"All's fair, there's only the one rule." The cat mewed when she set her at the base of the tree and batted at her hand as she pulled it away, begging not to be abandoned. Pan ignored the cat and widened her feet into a fighting stance. "So bring it on Veggibutt."
"ARGH!" He roared, swooping down from behind to land a punch on her crown, but it was no longer there, and his arm simply was buried in the ground.
"One point for VEGGIBUTT," Pan giggled from somewhere above him.
"I refuse to answer to that," he muttered, searching the shadows for the dark-haired female.
A hard blow sent him flying between a pair of trees, missing them completely. "You already did."
Vegeta glared up at the canopy from his position among the moss. "Rotten kid."
Pan perched on a branch above his head, smiling down at him like a mischievous wood sprite. "Rotten adult. So what do you think I should name the cat?"
"Tiger."
Pan's nose drew up in distaste. "Are you kidding? The Prince of Saiyans coming up with a name so undignified and worst of all UNORIGINAL?"
"Well, brat, you come up with one then."
Pan pouted and ducked his kick, landing one of her own to his knee. "But that's why I asked you… I have no idea what would suit her."
Hey, I decided to get a little interactive because I couldn't think up a name for the cat. Write in your review any name you think would be suitable, so I can continue onto the next chapter… I'm hoping to move on with the story a little bit in the next one.