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Hello! This chapter, Pan has her first training of how hell feels like- I mean
of training. As always, enjoy!
1st Day Of Training
It was the next morning. Pan was in a deep sleep. She was sprawled all over the
bed. Her pillow was on the floor and the cover was barely covering her. She had
nothing on but a pair of panties and a bra.
Usually she wouldn't sleep so wildly but she had a crazy dream…more like a
nightmare. It was 5:30 A.M. and her alarm had gone off at 5:00 and was still
going. She never did get up early when she had nightmares.
"What is taking this brat so long?" Vegeta thought, walking down the hall to
her room. He opened the door to the messy situation. This made an evil smile
dance across his face.
"Well, I guess I have to wake her up," Vegeta went in her bathroom and got a
cup, filling it up with freezing water. He walked back over to her and splashed
a little water on her.
She jerked up, hot and sweaty, looking around to see what happened. "Good morning
sunshine; time to get up," She rubbed her eyes and looked up at her 1st
teacher. "What the hell do you want?"
"Now, is that anyway to talk to your sensei?" he tsked at her. "When he busts
in your room and throws water on you, yes!" she shook her head in an attempt to
clear her blurry vision.
"What day is it?" she asked, sitting up. "The day you start your training,
brat. Now, I say the first step to getting ready is taking a bath and putting
on some clothes," Pan didn't know what he meant.
Then, she just happens to look down at herself. She took a double take.
Grabbing the cover, she immediately covered herself. "You perverted bastard!
You wait till NOW to tell me I'm sitting here, sprawled across my bed, HALF
NAKED?!" she yelled.
"You never asked," he got smart. "Oh, excuse me! I'll remember to ask if I'm
sitting in front of a complete stranger half naked next time!" Pan started
muttering curse words. "Besides, brat, I could care less about seeing you
naked. Now you have exactly 1 hour to get outside. Got that?"
"Grrr…fine, you bastard!" she growled. "Flattery won't work on me," he walked
out the room just in time to miss an alarm clock getting thrown at him, which
broke when it hit the door.
"I swear! He's got some nerve!" Pan stomped into the bathroom and slammed the
door. She took off what was left of her clothes and turned on the shower,
turning it to scolding hot.
After testing to make sure the water couldn't get any hotter, she stepped in.
The hot water felt good on her soft skin. She thought about the day that lied
ahead of her…she didn't look happy.
"Boy, go see if she needs anything; she's in the shower right now but do it
anyway. She needs her laundry taking care of too," Vegeta told his son. He ran
into him while going down the steps. "Wh-what?! But-but she's naked!"
"So what? You act like you've never seen a naked woman before. Hell, the dead
could hear you!" Vegeta laughed, 'patting' his son on the back of the shoulder,
walking away. Trunks winced and rubbed his sore shoulder.
'D*mn, he can hit hard!' Trunks thought. "Now, I either go up there and get
kick and hit and screamed at for walking in her room, or I don't go and get
kick and hit and beat and knocked and screamed at by father."
"…I think I'd rather go upstairs and face her," Trunks kept walking up the
steps. His feet suddenly felt heavy. "Ugh, why didn't he just get Bra or mom to
do this?!" he fastened his pace.
"The faster I do this, the faster it's over with," he kept saying till he got
to the door. He looked at the door and started to sweat. 'What if I
accidentally see her naked or something…not that it would be bad on my part but
she sure will raise hell!'
'Ok Trunks, be brave, be brave,' he told himself. He slowly opened the door.
Her bed looked like a complete mess. Sheets and pillows everywhere, cover half
on and half off the bed, and it was wet with what smelled like sweat.
"She either had a really wet dream or she had a horrible nightmare…I wonder if
she dreamt about me," Trunks snapped his fingers to remind him of why he was in
there.
"Ok, Trunks, you're not in here to stare at her bed, you're in here to get her
laundry and stuff," he grabbed the laundry basket by the closet and put her
sheets and covers in it. He spotted her panties and bra lying right in front of
the bathroom door.
He picked up the bra and looked at the size. "36 C?! Hmm…I thought they were
bigger than that," He threw it in the basket with her panties. He also grabbed
her shorts and shirt she was wearing by her bed.
"Well, I'm through! Oh wait…I got to see if she wants anything. Sh*t," he
cursed. He went up to the door and knocked on it. "Who the hell is it?!?!" she
'asked.' "Umm…Tr-Trunks," he stuttered.
He heard the shower getting turned off and foot steps. A few seconds later, the
door slung open to reveal a naked except for a towel Pan. Trunks eyes dilated
to 3 times their normal size.
She was a small towel that started at the very end of her cleavage and stopped
at her mid-thigh. Her hair was flung over her shoulders. She was still wet and
was dripping water everywhere she went.
He kept looking her up and down, up and down. Pan growled, which made his eyes
shoot back to look at hers. "What do you want?! I haven't got all day!" she
pushed past him and went to her dresser.
"I uh, wanted to know if um, you need anything," he was scarlet red. "No! Now
get out!" she grabbed up some underwear and bra. "Y-you sure? I mean you don't
want some breakfast or something? The servants are almost through with the
food,"
"Fine! Just leave me alone!" Trunks lowered his head. He felt kind of hurt. Pan
looked at him and felt bad for treating him like she did. She didn't mean to
but she wasn't in a good mood; she hardly ever was actually.
"Look…I'm sorry, ok? I-I just don't feel like talking today. I had a bad dream
last night and it's getting to me," she said, getting another towel and
wrapping it around her head.
"No, I shouldn't have bothered you. I'm sorry," Trunks apologized. "So…what was
the dream about?" he asked, curiously. Pan glared at him. "Oops, never mind,"
he didn't want to get her started.
He walked up to her while she was drying her hair off and stood right next to
her. She started getting nervous. "Um…why are you still here?" she said,
scooting away. "I don't know. I don't have anything else to do," he shrugged.
"Well, if you haven't noticed 'Trunks', I'm changing. Now leave!" "Fine, fine!
Sorry- um, I just couldn't help but notice something different about your
tail," he tried to touch it but she backed away before he could.
"Have I NOT said enough times not to touch me?! Especially my tail, don't EVER
touch my tail!!" she was looking like she wanted to kill somebody. "Oh, sorry.
Anyway, it looks like the end was cut off and it grew back. Did you have an
accident or something?"
"It was no accident," she said softly, not meaning for him to hear it. "Is
wasn't?" "What? It's none of your business what happened to my tail! Now get
out my room before I kill you!" she pushed him right out the door and slammed
it.
"Nice talking to you too!" Trunks yelled. "F*ck off!" she yelled back. "Geez,
she's got one mean temper. Reminds me of dad sometimes, but it's different in a
way," he wondered about why she acted like that.
Pan put on her clothes and sat down on her bed. She was wearing the same kind
of outfit that she wore yesterday; that's all she would fight in. She put on
the heels and let out a deep sigh.
Living there with Vegeta and Trunks was going to be tough. Bulma and Bra didn't
really bother her that much, but Vegeta and Trunks were always around and
always trying to touch this or see that. It was really annoying and really
uncomfortable, especially for her.
'I wonder if he knows where I am," she thought. 'Has he followed me to this
town? I hope he's dead. I never want to see him again!' she walked out her
door, slamming it behind her.
"I heard a door slam. She's coming," Bulma drank her coffee. "So, mom, do you
think Trunks might marry her?" Bra asked. "Well now, Bra, aren't we going a
little ahead of ourselves here? She just moved in."
"But you see the way Trunks looks at her. Besides, I wouldn't mind having a
sister. She seems like she would have good fashion sense; her fighting outfit
is plain but kind of cool!"
"Oh, Bra! Do you ever think about anything but clothes and boys?" her mother shook
her head. "Does Trunks ever think about anything but girls and sex?" she struck
back. "…no," Bra and Bulma laughed.
Pan walked in to the happy scene and sneered. "Hey to you too Pan," Bulma said.
"Where's my breakfast?! Hurry up, that bastard said I had an hour to be out
there!" Pan sat down at the table in the kitchen.
"She must be talking about your father," Bulma said to Bra. "Yep! It'll be done
in a minute. So, Pan, how long have you been in town?" Bra wanted to get to
know some more about her 'new sister.'
"Why do you want to know, exactly?" Pan was starting to act b*tchy again. "Is
it wrong that I want to know more about my sister?" Bra winked. Bulma rolled
her eyes. "Sister? Whoa, hold up! For one, I've been in town a week, and two, I
am NOT marrying that purple-haired freak of nature YOU call a brother!"
"My son is not a freak, mind you Pan," Bulma said. "Here you are," the servants
came in with the plates of food and sat them down in front of each person.
"Thanks guys!" Bra said. "Yes, thanks a lot," Bulma smiled.
"You're welcome, sire," They really liked living with Vegeta and his family;
they were really nice to their servants. They returned to their duties. Pan was
already digging into her food. She was ready to get the training over with.
"You keep eating like that and you'll throw up," Bulma warned. "Whatever!" Pan
said after swallowing. "Don't you know how to talk to your queen?" she said.
"Well, she's going to be queen one day anyway," Bra said.
"Look for the last time, I am not marrying your brother! I also don't want to
hear another word about it EVER! Goodbye," Pan was about to leave. "Pan, don't
you want to know where Vegeta is?" Bulma asked. "I believe I'm capable of
sniffing him out on my own. Thank you anyway, 'queen,'" Pan left. "That girl
has serious issues,"
"Good, she's coming," Vegeta said. He was tapping his foot at the little table,
anxiously waiting her arrival. He wanted to learn the true depths of her power
and more about her and her past.
She seemed like she would have quite a story to tell. 'I am going to find out
about her if I have to drag it out of her!' he thought. 'How far can we get
today? She won't even let anyone touch her!'
'There's only so much you can do when your student is in a condition such as
hers. She did let those women touch her at the stadium while in battle so maybe
she'll let me.'
"Are we going to train or am I going to watch you think?" Pan put her hand on
her hip. Vegeta came out of his little trance. "What? Oh, you're here," he
stood up. They were in the training part of the castle. It was a very big room
full of nothing, just a big, empty space.
"So this is where you train?" Pan didn't look too impressed. "Yes. If you
prefer a little abandoned shack better, I'm sorry but we don't know of any
around here," Vegeta smirked.
"Funny. By the way, be sure to tell me when you get tired, old man, I wouldn't
want you to break a bone or strain your back, she countered. "You sure do bark
a lot," Vegeta said.
"At least I have some bite to go with my bark, unlike you," she struck back. Oh
really? Well lets just see about that," He got into his fighting position. She
also got into her fighting stance.
"That's fine with me. I feel like killing somebody right now anyway". "I would
like to see you try brat," He struck out at her. She ducked, his foot barely
missing his jaw. She grabbed his foot and kicked back at his stomach.
He rolls around her foot and grabs her leg. While in the split position, he
throws a ki blast at her to distract her. She bends backward to dodge the blast
and, in the meantime, lets go of his foot.
He takes the opportunity to kick her in the back while she attempts to dodge
the blast. She yelps in pain as his foots makes contact with her back. She does
a back flip to get back to her feet.
He also jumps back to his feet. "Lucky shot! "Pan spat. "Well after your
unconscious on the floor lets see if it's still called luck!" He lashed out at
her. She blocked his punch and countered with her own.
He dodged it and hit her square in the jaw with his elbow. The impact makes her
fly into a wall. She slid down the wall. As she wiped the blood from her face
she gave a deadly glare towards Vegeta's way.
Rule # one, don't get distracted so easily, " Vegeta said. Pan growled. " I
don't get distracted easily!" She stood up and got ready for another go. He was
ready and waiting. She shot a blast at him, which he smacked out of the way
with his backhand.
"Rule # two, there is only three when you shoot a ki blast: when you're
opponent doesn't expect it, when you are going to put some power behind, and
when it is meant to be a finishing move."
"Whatever! Just fight you son of a b*tch!" She disappeared and reappeared in
front of him. Before he could blink twice, she had punched him in the nose and
kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying across the room.
He fell hard on his back. "Rule #1, don't make me mad," Pan mocked. Vegeta got
to his feet and spat some blood out of his mouth. He charged at her and made a
blow to her head.
The hit made her spin around and land on her stomach. "I'm the only one who
makes the rules around here, b*tch," Vegeta smirked. "You've got a lot of balls
calling me that! Now I'm going to kill you!"
"Well you'll have to tomorrow because the sparring part of today is over," he
said, reaching his hand out to her, offering to help her up. Pan slapped his
hand away. "I don't need any of your help, jackass!"
She got up and pushed him aside. "You should learn to show more respect to me,
especially since I'm your king! Now go sit down," he ordered. "Make me,
bastard!" she stood her ground.
"Fine then!" he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. "PUT ME THE
F*CK DOWN RIGHT NOW! I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU!!!" she thrashed around as he walked
calmly to the table where he once sat.
He dropped her down into a chair on her 'behind.' Pan was shaking horribly. "If
you EVER touch ME again, I SWEAR I will KILL you!" she threatened. He didn't
mean to scare her like that but she gave him no choice; she was just being too
stubborn.
"No one's trying to kill you brat, so get a grip! Anyway, you can't kill me,
I'm a lot stronger than you," Vegeta sat down opposite of her. Pan was not
getting a grip anytime soon; she was pissed off.
"You wish you were! Now hurry up with this training bullsh*t, I haven't got all
day!" she wasn't the patient type at times. "Now, we talk. What did you think
of me while we were fighting, Pan?"
"I think you're nothing but a stupid, ugly, troll looking, idiotic mother
f*cking king who needs to leave me the hell alone!" At that point, she would
have sworn up and down that she meant every word of it.
"Really? Well, as much as that makes me feel loved, you're looking at me in a
wrong perspective. You see me as everything but your opponent. You
underestimate me, girl, something you should never do, to me or anyone else!"
"I don't care how you think of them! While in battle, your opponent is always a
genius at fighting, so don't do something if you know only an idiot wouldn't
see it coming. Example, that dumb blast you shot at me; Now, you lost some
energy and I'm ahead a point."
Pan sneered at him. 'I can't believe he's insulting my fighting! I would have
beaten him anyway!' "I know how to fight!" Pan said. "Anyone can know how to
fight, but if you don't even care to consider the fact that, maybe, your
opponent is stronger and smarter than you, then you won't stand a chance.
Overconfidence is the name of the disease."
"Overconfidence is not a disease old man!" Pan said in a 'I know everything'
tone of voice. "And why not? It's a bad thing to have, you can't help but think
you're better, and thinking so gets the person killed. It's all in the mind,
but it's there."
"So, mainly, you're saying that I'm going to get myself killed if I keep
thinking I can beat all of my opponents?" Pan looked doubtful. "Precisely.
Also, stop getting so angry just because someone gets a hit on you when you
didn't let the person. I used to do that and it didn't get me anywhere.
Side-affect of overconfidence."
"I don't get mad just because someone hits me!" Pan was not enjoying this
training thing. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Yes you do. When I hit
you, all hell broke loose; same thing happened whenever an opponent hit me,"
Vegeta gave a half smile.
Pan, on the other hand, didn't smile at all. "Are you just training me because
you claim that I act like you 'used' to?" "That's one reason. Another is, is
that you're the first female I've ever seen with such strength and I you might
end up being my future princess."
"I am NOT marrying your son! You people need to face the facts!" Pan was fed
up. 'So what if he's cute! He'd have to kiss me or something if I went with him
and I don't want to do that!'
"I take it you're a virgin?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "It's none of YOUR
business if I am or NOT, you perverted bastard!" "I'll take that as a yes. I
think that's your problem right there, all you need is a good lay." Vegeta knew
he was making her mad, but it was funny!
"I do not need a lay, thank you very much," "I'm sure. Well, if you ever think
twice about it, my son's just upstairs," "I WON'T!" Pan couldn't believe him.
She wasn't really offended, but it was just a stupid conversation.
"Well, today's training is over. You can leave if you want. I'm going to go get
something to eat," Vegeta got up and Pan sat there thinking. "If…you need
money, just ask one of the servants or somebody, they'll give you some."
Vegeta was walking away when he was stopped by a voice. "Vegeta," he turned
around. "Yes, Pan?" "…Thanks for letting me stay here, I don't really like
moving all the time," she gave a little smile for the first time since she got
there.
"You're welcome," he was gone. 'Maybe he's not so bad, after all. And Trunks…he
seems nice but I just can't be with him, I'm not ready," she sighed. She looked
at her watch. It was 7:00.
"All the stores should be open by now. I guess I'll go and buy some stuff. But
I don't want to go alone; he might be in town. Maybe I'll take Trunks. Yes,
I'll take him but I hope he doesn't get the wrong idea."
Oooook! That was a nice and long chapter. I was up half the night writing it
because, what else is there to do at 3:00 in the morning? Next chapter, Trunks
and Pan do some shopping AND Pan's seems to be freaking out while they're doing
so. Peace out!
Veggie-Trunks
