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A/N: hm, didn't get so many reviews this time. Guess that's my fault for not updating. Oh well, at least I've got some. On with the story I suppose.

Angel of Mine

     By,

        Devilstitan

Chapter Four-Heal the Past

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 "Hey! Wait!" Pan screamed as she sprinted down the hall looking left and right for the black uniform. She slowed to a jog when she neared the departure room. She cursed under her breath, for not being able to locate him. Making her way back to her room, Pan cursed even louder when she realized she could have followed his scent in the first place. Using her sensitive nose she picked up on his scent, and followed it down the hall, to the right, then left, down the hall, turn to the right, right again, then once again left.

 Pan was slightly amazed as to how far the man had gotten in such a short time span. Slaves and third class soldiers saluted as she walked by. Most of them had heard a scrap or two of who she was and didn't dare get on her bad side. She ignored most of them, after all the hundreds back on H.Q. had done the same thing. She nearly smacked herself when common sense hit her again.

 "You," she pointed at a frightened girl slave, who squeaked when Pan looked at her.

 "Y-yes?" the slave asked.

 "Did you see a man in an elite uniform go by?"

 "Yes, I s-saw him go to t-the bar," the slave gave directions as to where it was before scurrying out of sight. Pan quickly ran off to the mess hall, in hopes of finding the elite and questioning him. How did he get here? Zarbon had told her there was no other known elite on this base. But that was the thing; he had said there was no known elite on the base. Maybe the guy had unexpectedly crashed here and that was why there was no record of him.

 The fact that Pan had seen him somewhere was also confusing the hell out of her. That was impossible since she spent most of her time training with Zarbon and going on missions, but could it be possible that the guy had been from her 'other life'. She remembered Zarbon telling her that he had found her when she was about only seven stranded on a desert planet.

 Pan figured she must have some kind of life before that, that she couldn't recall. With her nightmares of planets being blown up, people screaming and a dark man watching her with his arms crossed and eyes narrowed. She knew the dreams where from her 'other life'.

 All this went through her head before she finally arrived at the entrance to the bar. With a wave of silence all heads turned to face her. Her eyes automatically scanned the room. Pan walked down the aisle, cat calls, and whistles were hurled at her as she did so. Pan spotted him at the counter, his eyes on the glass of beer underneath his nose. Standing behind him she cleared her throat loudly. Slowly he turned his head, eyes widening a little in surprise.

 "You again?" he rose an eyebrow in an irritated way.

 "Yea, so? I've got a few questions for you," Pan snapped.

 "And what makes you think that I'll go willingly and answer those questions like some lapdog," he challenged her with a smirk.

 "Because I'm an elite!"

 "And so am I," he yelled. The two were practically nose to nose.

 "That brings me to my first question, how the hell are you an elite soldier?" Pan spoke through clenched teeth.

 "Because I am," he leaned on the counter with a broad smirk on his face; he knew he was getting on her nerves. Pan took a step back and a forced herself not to blast him into the next dimension. Suddenly his eyes narrowed, the smirk replaced by a frown and his hand shot out to grab her left arm.

 "Where did you get this?" He all but demanded. Pan instantly tried to yank her arm back, but it was in an iron grip. She glared at him defiantly. Who the hell did this guy think he was? It was just a old scar.

 "Why should I tell you?" She spat out. In truth she didn't know, it had always sort of been there. She figured she had gotten it from Zarbon in sparring session sometime when she was young.

 "Tell me," he said quietly, leaning towards her, "who are you?"

 "Funny, I remember asking the exact same thing," Pan sarcastically replied. He looked around suspiciously.

 "We can't talk here, c'mon," it was an order, not a question. Still not letting go of his grip, the demanding man pushed his way through an enormous crowd that had gathered behind the bar. Not being able to get her arm away, she had no choice but to comply. Once more she walked through a maze of turns and twists. The two ended up in the isolated garden, in the centre was a gigantic statue of a man and a woman. They were somehow curled around each other with massive wings.

 "Now how did you get here?" the man roughly let go of her arm, but nonetheless his voice was soft and gentle like an angel's touch as if trying not to scare her. Pan rubbed her arm bitterly, she just knew it was going to leave a bruise.

 "I was sent here under direct orders from Frieza," she sorely stated. At the mention of Frieza's name the man's mouth immediately turned into a scowl. Pan had to admit, she couldn't blame, her own mouth turned sour.

 "How long have you been working for him?"

 "As long as I can remember," Pan honestly didn't know why she was answering his questions so willingly. There was something about him that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She just knew she could trust him, almost an instinct.

 "Are you an elite?" he gestured at her uniform,.

 "The one and only," she stated proudly, and couldn't help but smirk a little. He nodded before she could finish.

 "What's your name?" he asked again. This time Pan hesitated before speaking.

 "Pan."

 "No, it can't be," the man whispered to himself. He looked like he had seen a ghost.

 "What?" She asked in an annoyed tone, crossing her arms.

 "Look I answered your questions, now you answer mine. First who the HELL are you?" the Saiyan girl shouted.

 "…...Vegeta," he looked expectantly at her.

 "How did you get here? The reports that Zarbon gave me said there were no other elite soldiers on this base."

 "You…don't remember me?" his voice was barely above a murmur. Pan shook her head no. Was she suppose to?

 "Think girl!" grabbing her by the shoulders, he shook her violently.

 "Don't you remember the androids? Your father, Gohan, died fighting them! What about the two years we spent in the middle of nowhere?" Vegeta let out a deafening growl as she shook her head with a disbelieving look on her face.

 "I think you've got me mixed-"

 "Don't give me that shit! I know it's you, that's the scar I gave you. Try to remember!"

 "I don't!" Pan screamed furiously. He let go of her, a dazed look on his face.

 "No, it has to be you! It has to!!" Vegeta denied, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

"I….remember something," Pan spoke after a few minutes of silence.

 Vegeta watched her wordlessly, his eyes the size of tennis balls. He knew it was her! He had felt it somehow when he bumped into her in the hall. Pan saw not Vegeta but a fire, a young girl curled up by the fire, and what a younger version of Vegeta.

"Geta?" Pan's tiny voice called out. Merely gruntingly in reply Vegeta faced her. "You won't ever leave me will you?" What had possessed her to ask such a question? She went on, "you'll protect me won't you?" Vegeta was surprised she would ask this of him. He looked into her innocent eyes and couldn't help but see Bra pleading for help. He averted his eyes to the dancing flames. He vowed to himself silently that he would never allow any harm to her.

 The memory faded, and an other one resurfaced.

 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.

 No sooner than that one had drowned did another one it self at Pan.

"Pwease domn't leaph me alone," Pan's muffled voice stated, "I won't call you uncle anymore," she pleaded looking up at Vegeta with puppy dog eyes. Shaking the little demi-Saiya-jin off he crossed his arms and got nose to nose with Pan. Narrowing his eyes at her Vegeta emitted a small growl. Chibi Pan never even wavered. She stood like a statue staring blankly ahead.

 Pan fell to her knees, taking deep shuddering breaths. She remembered! All of her memories reopened themselves to her and she lived each one anew. She raised her eyes up to meet Vegeta's and let out a big grin.

 "Uncle Geta!"

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