Dont own db/z/gt

A/N: I just want to say that my other fic is not dead!!!!!!! I'm kinda stuck on it.

Angel of Mine

       By,

      Devilstitan

Chapter Two-Nightmares Start

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 It has been two years since Vegeta and Pan crashed landed on the strange quiet land. After searching day and night for intelligent life and found none they had come to the conclusion that besides the wildlife they were the only beings on the entire planet. So Pan suggested that since they were alone they might as well take advantage of this and live peacefully for the rest of their lives on the silent planet. The two still had the time machine of course, Vegeta wasn't about to leave it out in the middle of nowhere if some evil alien happened to crash upon the planet besides it was still good for one more trip. He told Pan this every time she mentioned there was no use for it. For a seven-year-old she wasn't dimwitted as most at her age thanks to the Saiya-jin Prince. After a couple of weeks of prodding and urging him to train her soon after they landed, she found out many of Vegeta's secrets and his past. How he was given to Frieza, found out about the dragon balls, died at the hands of Frieza, and finally how he begged Kakkarott to avenge the Saiya-jin race since he could not.

 Pan noticed he skipped the part about his time with Frieza and how he had fallen in love with Bulma. Although Vegeta never said he had fallen in love with her, just simply marrying. Although he had to love her if he married her. That's how it worked in Pan's mind at least; if you married the person then you must love them, otherwise why would you marry the person if you didn't love them. Asking Vegeta this he had sharply replied that she was too young and naïve to understand, and she left it at that.

 "Pay attention brat!" Vegeta's loud voice brought Pan back from her day-dreaming. The contact that Vegeta's fist made with her stomach utterly surprised her; he had never used such force and power when sparring with her. He let her drop to the ground watching her double over in pain. Landing right in front of her, he spoke with disgust, "how can you expect to become as strong as me if you double over in pain at each hit?"

 She groaned as she got up and looked at the ground in shame, "I'm sorry Geta-sama, I wasn't paying attention." Growling irritably he took off in the opposite direction to train alone. Sighing painfully she took his departure as a dismissal. She flew close to the ground, and in what seemed hours to her she finally reached the wooden cabin Vegeta constructed upon their landing. She struggled to open the door raw blood smearing on the doorknob when she pushed the door open limping to her bed in the corner. Deep laboured breaths escaped from Pan's heaving chest.

 The cabin she shared with Vegeta was not big; it only consisted of two rooms. One was the small washroom, and the other was the bedrooms combined with the kitchen. Too often lately she had ended up like this at the end of the day, only it seemed to be getting worse and worse every time. Pan was sure now that Vegeta intended to kill her. After laying a minute or two on the bed, she slowly made her way to the washroom using the wall to support herself. Filling the tub with water, she stripped down to nothing and eased herself in the steaming water.

 Pulling the towel down from the rack, she steadies her body out of the tub. Like a punch in the face the smell of meat hit Pan's nostrils. More than eager to get out now, she winced with every other step she took. The scar that ran along her arm ran deep into the skin. It was one of the first hits she had taken from Vegeta and she had a feeling it was going to stay for the rest of her life. Pan opened the door slowly peeking out into the room, her cubby little nose caught the odor of stew. Saliva made its way down the corner of her mouth. Vegeta's back was facing her, but she could see the mountains of plates piled on the table.

 "I don't bite brat," he said emotionlessly. Her cheeks reddened at being caught. She stiffly walked to the round table, her eyes never leaving the streaked floor boards. She hopped onto the small chair, and helped herself to the stew. Silence clung to the air. The next two and half hours passed like this before Pan finally put down her last bowl and leaned back in her chair letting out a satisfied sigh. She nervously looked up to find Vegeta staring intently at her, his elbows propped on the table.

 "Go get changed," his voice was soft but Pan's Saiya-jin picked it up.

 "Why, are we going to spar again?" she cocked her head to the side.

 "Hardly," Vegeta replied. Without any more objections she grabbed a set of clothes and ran into the washroom. After a few moments the door reopened and she stepped put slowly. Once again she eyes were set on the ground. The gi she wore was pure black top to bottom, sleeveless, and with a set of matching wrist bands. When she came out, she found that Vegeta had uncapsulized the old time machine and was throwing all the necessary things in it.

 "We're finally going to another timeline?" her face lit into a toothy grin as he nodded. Climbing in the machine after Vegeta she made herself comfortable on his lap since the time machine was only made for one person. "Let's go already," Pan cried impatiently. Hearing alow growl from her mentor she immediately shut up.

 "Brace yourself alright? Since we don't know where we'll be landing, we have to be prepared for anything that might pop up," Vegeta stated grimly. A moment passed and Vegeta made no move,

 "Well?" Pan raised an eyebrow in question.

 "Uhhh…….. I don't know how to work it," he looked at her as if she had asked if water was wet. In an instant Pan sweat dropped.

 "Who cares? Just push a few buttons," she waved her arms around wildly.

 "Alright but if we get captured or anything I'm going to blame you. Got it?"

 She shook her head just as the shining light came and warped them to another dimension.

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 Guns surrounded them on all sides pointing down.

 "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A couple of time hoppers?" A dark voice cracked the air. The soldiers parted ways all the while bowing. A short lizard man—to what seemed to Pan—stepped into view. His hand held a glass of blood red wine.

 "Who or rather WHAT the hell are you?" the Saiya-jin girl shouted in disgust before the older Saiya-jin could stop her foul mouth. Choosing to ignore the comment the lizard eyed Vegeta closely.

 "Vegeta? Why if it isn't the king himself, and with a monkey girl, how did you two survive the blast?" his face looked amused at the sight. Clamping Pan's mouth shut with one hand he coldly replied, "Frieza, your weak blast can't hurt me."

 "Oh really? Then we'll just have to see what does don't we? Zarbon grab the girl and Dodoria hold on to the monkey king," Frieza's mouth twisted in to an evil smirk and Pan had seen oh, too many times on Vegeta's face. Vegeta pushed Pan behind his leg and crouched into a fighting stance.

 "Oh now, now Vegeta we can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way," the words had no sooner left Zarbon's mouth than he jabbed the Saiya-jin Prince in the stomach. He quickly caught Pan's collar when she tried to rush to her mentor's side.

 "LET ME GO!! Uncle Geta," she shouted helplessly. Roars of laughter emerged from the men inside the room.

 "Uncle!? What have you gotten yourself into monkey?" Frieza managed through fits of laughter. Vegeta growled from deep in his throat and lunged for the giant lizard; a blue beam shooting out of his hand. The beam never made it to Frieza, the pink blob that was Dodoria deflected before it back at Vegeta. It hit him head on, and he once again fell to ground grunting. Pan watched in horror as several soldiers attacked him under Dodoria's command. Frieza turned towards Pan who was still held by Zarbon.

 "What's your name?" His finger fingered her chin. She shut her tightly hoping it was only a nightmare. Unknown to Pan Frieza's patience was growing thin. "Answer me," he shouted coldly. The raven haired girl shook her head furiously still refusing to open her eyes. Within a second she was slapped out of Zarbon's hands and into the wall. Her terrified scream made Vegeta look up abruptly from his position on the ground. His eyes widened at the sight. There lay his rival' s Granddaughter, the one he had sworn to protect even if it cost him his life, in a bloody heap on the chunks of rocks.

 Pan raised her head and saw Vegeta being pounded down again and again as he tried to get up. When receiving no reply Frieza hit the small Saiya-jin in the front repeatedly until she was covered in blood. Only then did he order one of his men to put her in a regen-tank.

 "Pan!!" Was the last thing she heard from the proud Saiya-jin Prince before darkness over took her. Little did she know, it would be the only thing she would ever hear from him ever again.

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A/N: I know short and crappy but after this the REAL story begins. Stick round.

Devilstitan