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Chapter Two 'This Means War...'
Pan's scowl grew deeper as she was carried further down the hall over Radditzu's back. Other Saiyans had stop to look, and some even whistled and laughed at her. She could feel the smug smile on the face of her 'chauffeur' without seeing. Pan was left to look down indignantly at his backside, but was sure to give the guards the iciest glare she could muster up.
"Let go!" she yelled at him once more futilely, beating her fists on his back. She could feel the vibration his body was creating from his laughter. He was laughing at her! Pan could feel her ki rise.
Averting her glaring to the floor, Pan was pouting, when to her surprise and delight she saw it. Radditzu's tail was swinging amusedly behind him.
'Should I?' she thought to herself, grinning wickedly. As Pan brought
it to her face, she immediately felt Radditzu stiffen and his
walking cease. With one swift movement, she bit down on the furry appendage
as hard as she could.
Radditzu screamed in complete agony and pain as he dropped her to floor and fell to his knees. He clutched his tail as if to protect it and Pan saw the opening to run. So she took it.
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Walking down the halls, hoping to meet up with the tall guard and the little Saiyan-alien female was none other than Romei. Grinning to himself, he intended to make 'amends' with the little female, after Vegeta-ou ordered Radditzu what to do with her, of course. He was hoping that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't give a damn (like he did about a lot of things) and assign her to one of them. From what he had seen so far, she hadn't looked too dangerous at all. After all, Chikyuu is known for their incredibly weak but brilliant occupants.
'Just look at the Queen of Vegeta-sei,' he thought to himself. The aqua- haired beauty needed to have the most loyal of guards around her every second of every day when Vegeta-ou wasn't around.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Romei could hear a scream of pure agony coming from the hallway he was heading. Eyes widening, he wasn't sure he wanted to go down that corridor anymore, but as luck had him something small and hard rammed right into his stomach. The force of impact had them both sliding down the hallway on Romei's behind. (that's spandex for you)
"What the hell-" he cut himself off upon looking down to the little female in his arms. Grinning towards the ceiling, he whispered a faint 'thank you' and averted his vision back to her. She was VERY near season, for just the scent of her was making him aroused.
"Hello, little Pan," he smiled as if he were a predator, going in for the kill. "We meet under the strangest of circumstances, ne?" he watched as she looked up, confused at hearing her name. Looking straight at him, recognition flashed through her eyes. But then she did something he would have never expected. She stood up and kicked him in the stomach with incredible force, mumbling a faint 'bastard' over her shoulder as she sped off once more.
Rubbing his hurting stomach on the hard floor he frowned. That was not how he saw his next meeting with the raven-haired goddess. Slowly lifting himself off the floor, it seemed someone in the other dimension hated him for he found himself being tripped over and sliding down the hall once more.
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"Get out of my fucking way!" Radditzu yelled as he tripped over something in the hallway, releasing an 'oof.' Glaring around to find what had caused his fall, he saw none other than Romei.
"Where the hell did she go?" he roared, furious. Romei gulped, pointing the way she had left him and, faster than he could see, Radditzu stood up and was chasing after the girl once more.
Smirking to himself as his nose grazed her overwhelming scent. He realized she would be all too easy to find now. Foolish female. He had to admit, he hadn't expected her to be so bold as to hurt him in.... such a way, but it was FAR from a pleasant surprise.
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Looking right and left, Pan knew he was hot on her trail.
"Damnit, damnit, damnit!" she cursed to herself. "I'll get you for this Dende! Friend or no friend of my Dad's!"
She didn't even know where she was anymore. 'All the hallways are exactly the fucking same!' she screamed mentally, not daring to stop running. She thanked her lucky stars right about then that she was Saiyan. Turning to a door to her left, she quickly dashed in. "Whew!" she sighed, leaning against the door, wiping the forming sweat off of her brow.
"Who's that?" came a deep male voice. Bringing her head up slowly, she screamed in terror. There must have been thirty Saiyans in what she believed to be a training facility. Pan knew she didn't have a chance were she to go back out into the halls. Radditzu had been hot on her trail before, now it would be impossible to outrun him forever. Gulping, she lowered her ki as far as she could and ran to the nearest door, which happened to be another closet.
"You'd think they have enough closets here!" she yelled, gaining the attention of all that were training. She looked around for another exit, but it was too late. Radditzu had blasted the training facility door off its metal hinges. He looked angry. So Pan ducked into the closet.
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"She's here...," Radditzu growled to himself. He could smell her the most clearly in this room, along with smells of sweat and blood. "WHERE IS SHE?!" he roared to the other third class soldiers sparring. Suddenly, it went quiet and all training ceased. All at once, the soldiers and guards pointed to the same door. Radditzu grinned.
"Thanks," he threw over his shoulder as he walked over to the closet door, with the tightest smile playing on his features. They had been correct, the intoxicatingly sweet scent was the strongest here. Opening the door slowly, he looked on in horror. The closest was empty! He even looked up and down to make sure it was true, and it was. She must have just been there, for he checked his scouter and didn't pick any kis in the small room.
Radditzu's ki flared as he erupted with rage and his tail was twitching behind him. "BAKAS!" he yelled, stomping out of the facility.
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Pan did everything she could to stop from laughing as she crawled through the vents. The look on his face was absolutely, wonderfully hilarious. Seeing him coming, Pan panicked, until she had noticed the vent at the top of the closet. She had tried to pry it off, but it wouldn't budge. So she did what any Saiyan would have done. She blasted the hell out of it!
Crawling on her hands and knees, Pan snickered to herself. She could just imagine how angry the burly Saiyan was when he left the training room. A deep yawn escaped her mouth and Pan realized how tired and hungry she really was. Making a left turn, she crawled on for what seemed like forever until she stopped.
"I guess I could take a nap," she yawned once more and lay down. "I mean," she sighed lazily, resting her head on her arms, "who will find me in here?"
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"Toma," she sighed heavily. It was just about then that she truly understood why her daughter had loathed the Saiyan Elite. He was cocky AND persistent. "I just don't think Bra wants to mate so soon. She's only twenty years old. She has a full life of almost a hundred and fifty years ahead of her. She doesn't want to mate just yet," she said sternly.
Bulma sighed remembering her daughter would outlive her for at least
sixty years. Her mate by a good hundred. But Vegeta had
always reminded her that he wouldn't live that long anyway, considering
his heir would take the throne before that ever happened. Bulma's hand
found itself against her bonding mark thinking of Vegeta. She wished he
were here.
"But Queen Bulma-," Toma pleaded with her, but she had cut him off.
"I'm feeling tired, Toma. Please tell the guards to not let anyone in if its not the utmost of importance, on your way out," Toma didn't need a less subtle hint and was on his way.
"Yes, my Queen," he bowed and was reluctantly on his way.
Bulma sighed as she leaned back into her plush chair. She was glad Vegeta would be back in a few days for the tournament. Bulma snorted. He wouldn't miss it for the world, even though technically he wasn't allowed to compete. She smiled thinking about the tournament itself. Every unmated female was forced by Vegeta-sei law to participate.
Although the original purpose of the tournament itself was to find the
strongest mate for the future Vegeta-ou of Vegeta-sei, her
mate had changed that himself the year he came of age.
Queen Bulma's thoughts were interrupted as a scream came from... above? There were no floors above the royal section!
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Pan woke up in an immense amount of pain. The excruciating ache trailed down her vertebrae and pin pointed at the end of her spinal column. Releasing a scream of agony, Pan's eyes rolled into the back of her head. She wasn't sure if her small body could stand the pain as it came in more crashing waves. Pan's body fell limp as she let out a few tears in ache and frustration. Something wanted release, she just wasn't sure what yet!
Her ki rose dramatically, and her fists clenched until they white. She couldn't stand very much more of this building pressure until...
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The ceiling was shaking violently which left Bulma wondering what exactly was happening.
"Guards, guards!" she screamed outside panicking. Immediately the burly men outside of her throne room doors entered.
"Yes, my-" the guard stopped when seeing what had caused her so much distress. "Holy shit! What is that?!" yelled one. A large piece of ceiling fell right from above dangerously near where Bulma was standing.
"Your majesty!" the other guard called, but he knew she could never move in time. The guard known as Garrot, leaped to push the Queen violently out of the way. That's when it happened.
A raven-haired young woman fell to the floor through the ceiling. Her body was limp and lifeless. Bulma shielded her eyes as the dust from the plaster- like material billowed in the air.
"Are you all right, your majesty?" Garrot asked her from behind. Bulma's head hurt like hell, but all and all she was alive.
"My head hurts, but I'll be fine," she sighed as she stood up. Her eyes squinted, trying to see through the dust. "What is that?" she asked absently to no one in particular.
"I believe it is a Saiyan, your highness," the other female guard made her way over to the the limp girl. Bulma gasped and stood up, quickly making her way over to the un-moving figure.
"Stay back, my Queen," the guard commanded. "It may have been a failed assassination attempt on your life," she scowled.
"Nonsense!" Bulma wouldn't hear anything of it, shaking her head "If it were an assassination attempt, I guess I should feel insulted being it was a pretty poor assassin," she laughed to herself while the guards looked at her curiously. Bulma shook her head and cleared her throat. "Turn it over," she commanded with a wave of her hand. Madrai quickly complied, turning the 'thing' over. It was a female?
"Is she alive?" asked the blue-haired genius gravely.
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It must have been hours later that Pan woke up for she didn't remember a thing. Rubbing her aching head, she noted her vision was blurred.
"Ugh, where am I?" she asked herself as she attempted to get up.
"Oh! You're awake," came a familiar soft voice to her right.
"Who are you?!" Pan yelled. She could see flesh tones and a light aqua. Her vision was clearing rapidly.
"Princess Bra."
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Next Chapter: Bulma and Pan have a little talk. Meanwhile Prince Trunks
and King Vegeta come back a little early from their mission. Radditzu re-enters
once more! What's all this about a tournament? *cracks knuckles* WHAT!?
- "Who IS she?" -
In Chapter Two: 'Who IS that onna?'
Small Note From Mintly (SNFM):
All right, I know this chapter sucks. *sobs* I tried, I really did! I didn't know it would come out this badly. I'll make it up to you guys! I promise! Trunks comes in VERY soon, I promise!
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Mintly: *cries into Stan's shoulder*
Stan: Shh... it's ok.
Mintly: No, it's not! I let them down!
Stan: They may forgive you, this chapter can't be THAT bad.
Mintly *wails louder*
-Mint n' Stan