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SNFM:
This chapter is dedicated to the pissed off 'SSJ-Mirai-Trunks'. All right buddy, *rolls up sleeves in similar fashion* the way I see it is, we don't know how strong the Saiyans would be. *Basically* --(key word) what happened was the simple fact: Bulma's machine screwed up! Pan didn't go into the past, she went into an alternate timeline. In other words a DIFFERENT present. If Vegeta grew to become VERY strong, then he would have high expectations of his 'subjects' also. You know... 'the Saiyan race will NOT be weak' and all that crap *crowd gives thumbs up* (someone PLEASE write a comedy entitled 'Our Favorite Saiyan' *grin*). Radditzu, being brother of Kakarotto (aka the STRONG dude) should at least be a little powerful, so I decided to exemplify his abilities making him VERY strong. And, NO, Pan is far from weak, in fact she's VERY strong in her SSJ form and very tactful when not. But without being in it? Her power is dramatically less. Super Saiyan isn't something you throw around frivolously here. Thanks for your concern 'Trunks -Mintly
Another SNFM: All right, I'm going to begin things with nasty IMPORTANT plot points that you guys most likely don't want to read. I promise, it doesn't get too deep. I'm giving you an overall view of what happened. -Mintly
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All right! By popular demand (and rampaging reviewers) .....I *does hand movements* have made *more hand movements* Trunks!
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Chapter Three: 'Who is that Onna?'
On Romula-sei:
When Trunks and Vegeta landed on Romula-sei, they were shown nothing but the utmost respect and servitude. Romula-jins had been allies with the Saiyans ever since the days of the tyrannous Frieze. Although not an helpfully strong race, the Romula-jins had their very own use in the war raging against the monstrous ruler. In fact, their alliance triggered and encouraged somewhat, the rebellion on planet Chikyuu. Known for their legendary ability to resurrect the dead after a few hours of death, Vegeta- ouji (at the time) had recognized their technique as useful and sided with the strange blue species.
King Vegeta and Prince Trunks were coaxed by King Farren of the Romula- jins, to attend the great celebration in honor of their arrival. Being good diplomats, the Saiyan duo reluctantly agreed. The festival hall was heavily embellished of what appeared to be various ornaments of intergalactic trade and splashed bright colors. Food and Drink was served to the Saiyans and entertainment was planned. Half naked women danced for the alien guests and music billowed through the halls. All were well until the festivities came to the end, Farren claiming they'd do diplomatic traffic after they'd rested and head was cleared.
That night, while the Princeling lie awake in bed, body craving the release of slumber after the long day, there was an intruder. At first the highly tuned senses of the Prince did not pick up the masked alien, being so deep in thought of course. Fear. It was the pungent stench that made him jump to his senses just as small ki ball was shot directly at him. Eyes dilated, and ki flaring, Trunks lunged at his attacker just as his father barged into his sleeping quarters. Trunks shot a clean blast of ki right to the intruders heart. He was dead.
"How did you know?" Trunks asked his father referring to the attacker.
"Another was in my quarters," Vegeta-ou growled, showing his obvious displeasure at the situation.
"I thought this was supposed to be politics not warfare," stated Trunks, ripping the cloth mask off of the assassin.
"Brat," he snorted, "they're one in the same."
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"Bra?" Pan shrieked, sitting up quickly and ignoring how the room was spinning. She was already doing the math in her head. If Bra was born, there must have been a Bulma, but that was quite impossible under these circumstances. How did THIS happen?
"Is everything all right?" Bra frowned, over looking the informality. Her hands resided on her hips as if she were missing something.
"How old are you exactly, Princess?"
"My birthday is in three weeks," a look of dread crossed over the young royalty's face. "I'll be twenty, standard years. Why?" she arched a brow at Pan. If the quarter Saiyan was feeling lightheaded before, she felt as if she were going to pass out all over again now.
'I'm not in the freaking past!' she yelled at herself inwardly 'I'm in the present! Just a DIFFERENT present!' Bulma wasn't kidding when she said more tests needed to be completed. 'Speaking of the devil machine? Where is it? I forgot all about it after waking up in that prison' she shuddered involuntarily at the thought 'What if it was destroyed?' she was panicking inside while sustaining a cool exterior.
"Don't panic," the Princess jumped up. "Tell me, I'm sure my mom could help!"
"Panicking?" Pan gave the aqua haired demi a strange look. "What do you mean?"
"Your tail, it's twitching back and forth," Bra rolled her eyes as if it were obvious. 'Tail?!'
"TAIL!?" she stood up quickly to affirm it but immediately fell over.
"If my suspicions are correct, you'll be a little off balanced for a few hours," came a soft high voice from the lavish entranceway. Pan immediately swung her head to the sound of the voice, seeing the blue haired genius leaning against the door frame.
"H-how?" was all that could make it out of Pan's lips.
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A Vegeta-like smirk crossed Bulma's features before she said, "I think I should be asking you the same. I tried to run a background test on you, but nothing came up when I entered your blood pattern into the main computer bank. Astonished that you could have passed through the VERY extensive and thorough trait typing as a child, I came to the conclusion you're a hybrid. A half breed," Bulma's smile grew a little wider as the demi's face paled and her daughter's jaw fell loose. She laughed lightly.
"Yeah! Imagine my shock, here I was thinking my Bra and Trunks were the only Saiyan Chikyuu-jin cross in the universe," walking forward to help the fallen Saiyan off the floor, she sat down on the guest bed. "No worries, little female," she assured warmly. "I won't turn in your parents to my mate. Actually, after we have this 'little talk' you are welcome to stay."
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'Bulma, she was always the first willing to take in others who possibly couldn't be trusted,' Pan thought shaking her head inwardly. HER Bulma would have been thrilled to hear that she and Vegeta would have met regardless of the circumstances. They were seemingly fated to be together, it was inevitable.
"What's your name?" 'Queen' Bulma caught Pan gazing at her tail.
"Son, Pan," she said absently, reaching to catch it as it would flicker away. Bra laughed lightly at the scene before her but the reaction of Bulma was unseen by the two demis.
"S-s-son?" asked Bulma shakily. Pan frowned at her inquisitively.
"Yeah? So?"
"Is your father by any chance........Son, Goku?" Pan blinked.
"No," she answered truthfully, grinning mischievously nonetheless. 'Some things are just fate..' Pan thought, amused. Bulma sighed inwardly, and Pan could see her posture relaxed a little. "He's my Grandfather," she stated simply as if it were no big deal and, with that, Bulma was out like a light.
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"You know, Mom won't be too happy when we see her," Trunks frowned as he piloted the ship into Vegeta-sei's atmosphere. It was right about then that he was very grateful that Romula-sei was one of the neighboring planets.
"Hn," his father grunted in response.
"I mean, the massacre that I just participated in (not that I'm complaining
*grin*) will ensure we will not be ALLOWED to go
on diplomatic missions for a least a few years ahead." Vegeta smirked
at the thought.
"Good."
Suddenly, a beeping noise went off, signifying an incoming message. Trunks clicked the orange button to the right, watching as the screen relayed none other than Nappa.
"Sire," Nappa bowed traditionally. "It seems our Queen's planet hasn't taken a liking to the idea of the on goings at Romula-sei as of ten hours ago," Vegeta frowned at the mention of their important ally, Chikyuu. "They're repealing the alliance, claiming it was broken by the spilling of blood onto your gloves, sire". Nappa's brow twitched, Trunks noted. "They-"
"Enough!" his father interrupted. "We shall arrange a meeting with these 'rebelling Chikyuu-jins' after I land" he commanded with a wave of his gloved hand.
"Yes, Sir," and with that the screen filled with a rapidly approaching Vegeta-sei once more.
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After Bulma had woken up, Bra had left. Bulma had asked question after question until the point that Pan spilled her heart out to her. About home, about her mother, father, being a Super Saiyan and most of all about what had happened with Trunks (leaving out his identity of course). The Super Saiyan part was what had shocked her cerulean genius friend the most. It seemed that everyone on Vegeta-sei believed that only Vegeta had the pure blood line to be the legendary, and was. He had told HIS son on numerous occasions that it was quite impossible with his 'Chikyuu-jin defect'. She had made Pan promise her that she wouldn't transform while she was on Vegeta-sei, for she feared political and domestic havoc and disorder if the others were to have knowledge of this. Pan agreed under the circumstances.
Bulma was quick in comforting her, although not really knowing why. Pan supposed it was part of her nature. Bulma had also explained about her tail growing back. Bulma had said it had been the atmosphere of Vegeta-sei that allows one to regenerate a lost tail. She explained it was because the Saiyans were so weak without their precious appendages that they had to adapt. It would be like losing a leg to the human. Pan was just surprised to know she had one to begin with. Why hadn't her father told her?
Bulma also explained to Pan who was blushing deeply about her scent. She said she was nearing what Bulma had called 'season'. It was a Saiyan thing, and Bulma told her she could give her pills to sedate the scent a little.
Bulma sniffed loudly, her sobs now quieting, "I'm so sorry you had to go through all that Panny," the corner of Pan's mouth twitched when hearing the nickname Bulma would use for her, "He must be blind! Look at you!" Bulma motioned violently with her hands.
"It's okay, really," Pan sighed, surprising herself when leaning into the hug Bulma was giving her. "Actually, I'd really like to know about my...er...your 'time' machine," Pan said, watching as Bulma blinked a few times.
"Oh! Yes!" Bulma chewed on her bottom lip. "I'll have to a have a little talk with Radditzu," Bulma frowned at the mention of his name. To be honest, she thought the part where Pan explained how he had hunted all over the ship, trying to capture her, was quite comical. She had even laughed in between tears. But the simple fact he waited to come to light, and still hasn't about the missing female, irked her.
"For the meantime," Bulma placed her hands on her hips to make it a point that she would not be refused, "you'll be staying in the room next to Bra's. It's an adjoining bedroom on either side, so you'll be able to ask her if you need anything. On the other side is my son," Bulma laughed outright at the thought. "We had to keep a room in between them when they were children. They'd outright kill each other if Veggie-chan didn't forbid it," sighed Bulma, reminiscing, not noticing she had gotten off track until Pan cleared her throat.
"Yeah, well, they're pretty much like that back home too," Pan shrugged casually but was inwardly shaking. She would be roomed right next to person whose fault the whole crazy reality jump was to begin with.
"Let's get you that pill," said Bulma, while motioning Pan to follow her. Pan's head nodded rapidly.
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When Vegeta and Trunks landed, two Saiyans awaited them. One, Bardock, his leading head of strategical commands. Bardock was one of the VERY few Saiyans he gave the slightest of respect to. He was the only Saiyan who would openly take the opposing side in an argument if he felt it needed to be brought to light. Bardock had raised him as his own son when his father was slapping around females in his harem or out purging a planet for the lizard, Frieza.
Two, his son's whore 'mistress'. Vegeta's lip curled in disgust upon seeing the grimy female. Sure, she might of been considered pretty but she didn't hold a candle to his mate nor did she have the intelligence and pride his mate carried. She was something to be used during a male's first rut, have fun with, and cast aside with the garbage. Nothing more.
"Sir," Bardock nodded in respect, not bowed. A small mischievous smile
alighted the Saiyans face, for he knew exactly what had
transpired on the newly almost inhabitantless planet.
Out of the corner of his vision, he could see his son being whisked away by the foul creature. 'Hn. Weak,' he thought to himself with annoyance.
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Upon entering the training arena, Pan smirked. 'Now THIS was more like it,' she looked over what she supposed to be 1st class' (not elites), sparring. Frowning, she noticed all of the males were paired up. 'Too bad' she thought to herself. Her skin was itching and blood calling for a fight to release the built up stress since she landed here. So she walked off to the side, and sat (as she had seen Piccolo do many times when watching Vegeta and her Grandpa spar).
Sitting there, Pan's eyes went back and forth watching from pair to pair. She found the most interesting to watch was the pair farthest to the left corner. Although she could not see the actual faces of the men sparring, she could pick out their ki signatures easily. Somehow, their technique had felt familiar. It was almost as if she had known it before.
Pan ducked her head a little as a man came crashing into the wall to her right. She watched as the guy slunk to the floor and rubbed his head. It was only when she began laughing that some of the other sparring pairs took notice of her.
"What do you call that?" she laughed harder, back against the wall.
"I saw that coming two kicks and a punch before you got
sledge-hammered," Pan continued on, oblivious to the little circle
that was gathering around her. "I mean, EVERYONE knows you never try defend
high after your opponent begins punching higher also, he's just trying
to get into your defenses in the long run and WILL sweep your feet," Pan
said pointedly to the glaring man, "and, in your case, mold you into wall."
"Well, look at the female," said one, smirking right at her.
"What do you think your doing in a first class male training facility, little one? Hmm?" asked another mockingly.
"I came to spar," she laughed lightly, "but you all seemed to be occupied. After seeing the display your little friend here put on, I'm SURE it wouldn't be worth my time anymore," Pan lifted her nose a little higher as she floated to her feet. "But let me tell you what," she threw over her shoulder, intending to leave. "I'll come back for a visit." she smirked as she walked towards the exit. Pan grinned wickedly when she felt several kis flare at her words. 'Saiyans are so easy' she thought to herself, thinking of all the times she had seen Vegeta goad his son using the same method.
"I'll fight you, onna," came a masculine voice from directly behind
her. Pan smiled to herself, this was working better than she
expected...
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She moaned as his hands roved down lower over heated flesh. "Mmm, don't stop," came the response as his lips assaulted her.
"I missed this," Trunks sighed, assaulting her neck and collar bone. Ruuka tensed.
'He didn't say 'you',' her mind screamed at her, but brushed it off as Trunks fingers violated her further, causing her to shriek in pleasure. Head lolling back, and eyes rolling upwards as wave after wave of pure bliss came from every stroke of her innermost walls. He hadn't even entered her yet and she was already worked up to the brink.
Ruuka knew he was using her, but she couldn't help the way she felt about him. It wasn't like this with the others at all. Sure, he might of been good looking AND the bloody Prince of Vegeta-sei, but it was something more. Something she couldn't put her finger on. The thought of herself finally having affections for a male and not being reciprocated outraged her beyond belief. 'How DARE he,' repeated over and over in her mind.
Suddenly, Trunks stopped right before Ruuka hit release. Her head immediately swung down to look at him in shock.
"Why the hell did you stop!?" she screamed at him.
"This," he said gesturing to his barely aroused state. "I'm going for a spar." he said pulling his pants on. Her eyes blazed with pure rage, partly at her aroused and unsatisfied state.
"You just can't fucking leave!" Trunks ignored her as he pulled his armor on. "Don't ignore me!" she yelled futilely.
"Don't wait up, Ruu," he said absently in his deep baritone voice. With that the lavender haired demi was out the door. Leaving a completely seething, turned on, female Saiyan.
"I'll have you begging for me, Trunks-ouji!" she screeched as she threw a vase against the wall of her quarters, shattering it into a thousand pieces.
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One after one they all came at her. A swift upper cut to one, sent a Saiyan crashing into the wall next to his unconscious buddy. Using a foot sweep, she could drop at least three to the floor while she dealt with two others attempting an aerial attack.
Pan had long since realized that they couldn't feel ki, using it to her advantage yet sympathizing with their weakness.
'Probably from Grandpa,' she scoffed to herself. Pan could feel how much stronger she had gotten when acquiring her tail. Although at first she needed help to balance from Bulma. Pan could see some Saiyans gaping at her, as a little circle formed around the fight.
"What the hell is happening?" she could hear one yell.
"Who's the bitch?" came another, causing the smirk to widen on Pan's face. It was only when a punch connected with her jaw that she got angry. With an explosion of light emitting from Pan's small form, she powered up until she was at the brink of legendary, but not quite going over the edge as she had promised Bulma. The circle of Saiyans were all tossed here and there with concentrated energy being expanded. All but one. Her eyes fell on his face and must have widened at least an inch, and she was visibly trembled.
"I'll take you on, little female," he said with a smirk.
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Next Chapter: What's all this about a tournament? Night-time falls over Vegeta-sei and Trunks is up to something. But what? Could it be involving the feisty, raven-haired temptress? Has Pan even MET Trunks yet? Bulma briefly explains how she ended up with her mate and Vegeta sends an edict to find this hiding *female*. Doesn't he know he's housing her?
All is in stored in: 'Not the Strongest Monkey in the Barrel'
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Mintly: Wow, this is a good amount for posting *grin*
Stanley: Yeah, but its a little late..
Mintly: Hey! I've been busy writing the rest of the plot out.
Stanley: They won't forgive you this time.
Mintly: ......
-Mint n Stan