Disclaimer: don't own db/z/gt

A/N: alright, alright before you start yelling I have a VERY good reason for not updating for such a long time, and that reason is… I was too lazy! Yeah I know pathetic but I lost 'interest' so to say in the story and it wasn't 'til I read it over did it inspire me to write again. So yay!! And I'm sooooooooo sorry, really I am. Anyways on with the story.

Angel of Mine,

      Devilstitan

 Oh and one more thing. Vegeta is not going die, don't worry that just kinda came out. So to sum up, Vegeta ain't gonna die, alright? Alright, good, now on with the story! Oh and also lets pretend that Zarbon and Dodoria are both strong as super Saiyans and Frieza is as strong as Super Saiyan 2.

Chapter Three-Saying Goodbye Is Never Easy

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 "Pan get in here," Zarbon ordered impatiently to the young warrior who was lazily striding through the corridor. She simply rolled her midnight coloured eyes and stepped into the departure room. Space pods lined up and down in rows, each with a different named plaque on top identifying the owner of the pod. Crossing her arms she lent against the light blue wall as she raised a questioning eyebrow.

 "You have been reassigned to base 1482, you are to leave immediately under Frieza's command," the green skinned alien explained trying to hide the sadness that dwelled in him. After all he had practically raised the girl.

 She had become like a daughter to him, and he had protected her from criticizing jerks when she was just a kid, and then from Frieza convincing him to go easy on her during their training sessions and getting her out of tight spots when he lost his temper with her, but that wasn't the end of it; when she turned 16, she was made legal by universal space laws, he had to protect her from horny soldiers like the pink fat blob, Dodoria. Of course she didn't know any of this, he hadn't told her.

 If she ever found out she would yell at him for treating her like a kid and then never talk to him again. She didn't know her mentor was scaring off perverts who'd hit on her in the bar, didn't know she had opened a door of light in the monster's heart, didn't know that for once in Zarbon's life he cared for another being other than himself.

 He intended to keep it this way. Zarbon eyed Pan wearingly for a reaction but all he got was widening of the eyes along with a disbelieving look on her face. If the situation wasn't so serious he would have cracked a smile.

 "What? You can't be serious! That's the worst base ever! It's on a tiny planet in the middle of nowhere! The soldiers are all slaves or third class warriors! You can't send an elite there! It's a disgrace to my honour!" Pan concluded all the while trying not to blast him.

 "That's WHY you're being sent there, because you're an elite and Frieza is giving you the responsibility to see that all the warriors are fit to standards," Zarbon reasoned. In truth it was he who had suggested to Frieza to send Pan to the base once he had learned Frieza was growing more interested in her physical form. Knowing he could never beat him Zarbon did the only thing he could think of; and that was to send Pan off to the puniest base hoping the powerful lizard would lose interest in her.

 Growling in irritation Pan straightened, clenching her jaw and fists furiously. She knew Zarbon had something to do with this. She could see right through him after living with the guy for about 12 years.

  He wouldn't be fidgeting if he hadn't done something to send her off to the most pathetic base. She knew what he did for her. He thought she didn't know, was too blind to see to the obvious.

 But when all the filthy comments about her had stopped so abruptly, she figured something was up, and the time when Pan had accidentally blew up half of HQ in frustration when she was twelve Frieza hadn't done anything except smiling devilishly while saying accidents happen. After that incident Pan put the two and two together and came with the conclusion; Zarbon. She kept her mouth shut though pretending not to notice while really it was hard not to notice a pack of guys drooling over her one day and the next they were too scared to even look up when she walked by.

 "Hey listen kid; you'll be out of there in three years at the most. So don't fret about it," he said casually. Pan groaned loudly at hearing this. Three years? How was she going to survive? She was going to die from boredom, she knew it.

 "And do you really have to wear that uniform there?" he asked, already knowing the answer. 'What's wrong with my outfit?' she thought looking down at herself.

 She was wearing a small black tank top with baggy black pants. It was what all female elite warriors wore. But then again she was the only female elite so it didn't matter what she wore.

 "Yep," she replied with a toothy grin, "well I guess I better get going then. It's been fun Zarbon." Pan gave him the two finger salute getting the same in reply. She slowly sauntered over to her personal pod propping one foot in, when she suddenly perked her head up with a thoughtful expression and a mischievous glint in her eye.

 "Maybe I'll find a cute boy or two that you won't be able to scare off," flashing him a peace sign and a wink before disappearing into the pod and launching off to her new 'home'.

 Zarbon gave a small chuckle, and prayed to the almighty that she was only joking.

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 "Landing in 5…4…3…2….1" the pod crashed into the ground unexpectedly, jerking the Saiyan girl awake. Rubbing her head sorely, she opened the door stepping out. Pan cursed loudly as she fell flat onto her face. When she stood up she saw a yellow alien with red spots standing in front of her.

 "Uhhh…..welcome to base 1482, so sorry about that we weren't expecting you until a few days later," he hastily explained for the uncomfortable landing.

 "Whatever," she growled in irritation, pushing past the terrified alien.

 "Your room's 204!" he yelled after her. The arrival room wasn't so different than the one from HQ, only smaller. What room did he say? Oh yeah, 204. Pan started to the right hall coming to a fork.

 Taking the middle route she hoped it was the right one the last thing she needed was to spend her afternoon, or morning, or whatever it was here looking for her room. Pan stopped unpredictably when she saw a flash of black run through the hall to her left. Her face overcame with confusion as she thought of how this was possible. Only elite soldiers wore black. Men wore a black vest with loose black pants. And the person she had seen was definitely wearing a black vest.  She would have to see into this matter more closely later but right now bath time called to her.

 Finally finding her room, she found it unlocked so she stepped in. Her room wasn't that big, a queen sized bed in the middle, a giant closet in to the corner, a small window overlooking the gardens and fountain and the bathroom right beside it. All in all she decided it wasn't so bad. Quickly stripping down to nothing she went to take her long awaited bath.

 Pan came out of the wash room after an hour. She dressed and was out the door in less than fives minutes. Locking the door with the electronic pad on the right of the door, she turned around and walked smack into a wall. She reared back from the unexpected force closing her eyes tightly. An arm reached out to grab the falling girl. Pan looked up to find a fairly strong arm supporting her. She straightened herself while looking accusingly at her 'saviour', who wore a cocky grin that she could have sworn she had it seen it somewhere else.

 "Who the hell are you?" she questioned harshly but he seemed unfazed by it.

 "I should be asking you that," his deep voice sounded, "no matter, I have no time for this." He all but walked the opposite way of her. Pan's eyebrows frowned in concentration; that hair, that cocky grin, his voice, his eyes…She had seen them somewhere before, she was sure of it. It wasn't about 'til 10mins later did Pan realize the man had been wearing an elite uniform.

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A/N: hey, I haven't lost my writing ability, whadda ya know? Well in case you've forgotten what to do, REVIEW!! Make me happy and this time I SWEAR TO GOD I'll write faster. Seriously I do!

-Devilstitan