A/N: Hi. I've had this chapter written for awhile but we haven't been connected up and now we finally are again so yay, I can post it. But…I'm shifting in less than a week and I'm going to a place where I won't have free access to a computer or the internet. So, this will probably be the last update for awhile until I buy my own computer. I will definitely keep writing the story so when I can get to a computer I'll update as much as I can. I really don't know how I'm going to cope. But anyway, thanks for the reviews, they were great. Don't forget to review this chappy. I wrote the end bit at work during my breaks so sorry if its not too good.

Kiaora

Chapter Six.

Dark figures running. Panting breaths fragment, echoing through the cavernous dome, darkness surrounding her, no light, no sense of direction. Lost, confused. Hands reaching out of the dark, grabbing, pushing. On her shoulders, she's shoved to the ground. Bodies piling on top of her. Straddling her, hands pulling, tugging. Screams and pain so intense it shatters the darkness and suddenly she's fighting for life. Twisting, scratching, violent struggling and she's free. Trunks face leers out at her suddenly and she drops defensively, rolling on the hard floor. Floor? She's in a bedroom. Bright lights blind her vision, blood stains her wrists where Trunks elongated fangs pierce the skin. He laps at the blood, tongue rasping, tearing the wounds. "Mine..." His eyes glowing, staring. She's against the wall in the Gravity Room. Vegeta pins her still, hands gripping. Her eyes are caught by the skin on his neck she breathes in. Warm, clean. He rests his weight against her and she looks down as the floor drops form underneath them. They plunge into endless star-lit skies. He cradles her into his arms and their tails intertwine. She leans forward. His eyes... "Mine." So Warm...

Pan bolted up in bed, breathing raggedly. She gasped, working to catch her breath. Lifting a shaking hand to her forehead it came away shiny with sweat.

"Kami…" was sighed out as she slowly got her heartbeat under control. She slumped back against the headboard, suddenly boneless. Her mind flicked back to the strange images encompassing her dream and she shuddered. That was so twisted…She shook her head dismissing the dream, not wanting to even think about analyzing any of the meaning behind what she had seen.

Glancing across at her bedside alarm clock, unchanged for six years, she catapulted herself out of the bed. Sweet Dende, she was going to be late. In panic she threw on the first training gi found and launched herself out the bedroom window.

Flying towards Capsule Corp, she grinned remembering the lecture her dad had given her when she was 13 about sneaking in or out of the house through her bedroom window at obscene hours of the morning. Oh well, guess he wouldn't mind too much. After all she only just got back and it's not she like she woke them up or anything. Ever. Her grin turned into a fully-fledged smirk as she thought of all the times she had snuck out and had never been caught. Oh, those had been the days. She and Bura had a lot of fun and what was even better was that the boys never figured that they weren't supposed to be out. Oh, yes. That was one of the greatest of their victories. Trunks and Goten, for intelligent guys, could be so thick sometimes. Her smile faded around the edges as she thought of Trunks. Seeing him in her dreams, drinking her blood of all things, was just creepy.

But then the stuff with Vegeta, now that was so weird. First of all he was married. Second, he didn't have a tail and third, well, he was Vegeta! Sure he might be the 'Prince of all Saiyans' but she'd never looked at him with anything more than awe, respect and a little bit of fear. And here she was on her way to spend three hours isolated and alone with him. Stupid, Pan, real stupid. It was too late to turn around. CC was fast approaching. Anyway, it was only a stupid dream. Not like it was real. She stopped abruptly and hovered over the top of the building, trying to get it through her thick mind that dreams were just dreams. They were not portents or glimpses of future possibilities. It was just because she was home, with a tail, and seeing everyone again after a long time. That's the only reason.

That decided she looked down and started to see Vegeta staring up at her. She cringed slightly but then grinned as she realized she must have been on time or else he would not be waiting for her. No, Vegeta did not give up his royal time for anybody. Seeing her smile, Vegeta gave an impatient gesture for her to hurry up and without waiting turned and stalked inside the GR.

This was going to be fun. As someone had mentioned the night before, along with her tail came higher energy levels and she couldn't wait to spar against someone other than her Grandpa. He was great to train and fight alongside with but after 6 years she needed someone who wasn't going to know her every move and weakness. At least with Vegeta he could teach her new stuff and wouldn't hold back anything. Especially after he found out how far her power level went.

Still grinning she descended from up high and entered the GR.

"Something amusing you?" Vegetas haughty question greeted her was she walked through the door.

"Hey Vegeta. Just looking forward to this spar."

An eyebrow lifted. "Really?" and with his mocking tone ringing in her ears a fist flew towards her face.

Three hours later the two Saiyans collapsed on the floor, bleeding and breathing hard.

"That was fun." Pan managed to gasp out.

"Hmph." Vegeta lay still and stared at the ceiling. "You didn't go to the full ability of your powers."

Pan levered herself up onto an elbow and glanced over at his expressionless face. "No."

Vegeta didn't ask her why. He simply nodded once. "Be here at 6.00am every morning."

A delighted smile spread across Pans face, "Thanks Vegeta."

He snorted. "Don't thank me yet. I'll push you till you wish your baka grandfather was still training you."

Pan grinned cockily at him. "Don't worry Vegeta; I won't go too hard on you."

He growled, the sound rumbling around the enclosed room. "Watch your mouth, brat."

A comfortable silence fell over the pair as they regulated their breathing and stood to stretch. Reluctant to leave Pan watched as he straightened his simple black gi. Sensing her hesitation Vegeta looked up and saw her nervously shifting from foot to foot. His eyes caught sight of a trickle of blood trailing down her pale neck, from a small cut left from his first blow to her chin. He paused and watched it fall slowly, mesmerized by the sight and tantalizing smell, until, Pan, worried about his glazed eyes wiped the blood away and rubbed it on her thigh. When this only transferred his attention to her legs she cleared her throat loudly to garner his attention.

His head snapped back up and he immediately scowled at her, angry with himself. "What are you still doing here?" He spun to walk away.

"Weelllll. Actually…um…I wanted to ask you about something," he paused, "It's about Saiyans and the way they work."

The reluctance in her voice had him turning back around to look at her, curiosity warring and winning over his appetite.

Before Pan could even begin to explain her question, Vegeta sharpened his gaze on her. "Why are you asking me? Goku or Gohan could answer whatever question you have. I've pounded enough information about Saiyans into them."

Pan heaved a sigh and resisted the urge to hunch her shoulders

"Yeah, but if you'd just let me ask you then you'd see why I don't want to talk to them about his."

"Get on with it then, I've got breakfast waiting."

"Look Vegeta, this isn't exactly the easiest thing to talk about ok. Your attitude isn't helping. I need to talk to you about this because if I asked Grandpa or Papa they'd not be completely truthful. They'd tell me what they think I wanted to hear, not necessarily the truth. So just be quiet and let me talk."

Vegeta face turned stony, not liking her tone. But when he saw the genuine distress on her face he sighed and gestured for her to sit. "Ask away."

"Well it's about last night and what happened when Trunks grabbed my tail."

At the mention of his son's name, Vegetas eyes hardened and he had to catch a growl before it escaped the confines of his throat. "If all you're going to do is drivel about my useless brat of a son, then you'd be better off talking to his mother."

Pan stared in amazement as he got up and started to pace angrily, fists clenched at his sides.

"Uh, ok, but that's no what I wanted to talk about. I mean, he's part of it but the important thing is why did I react when he grabbed it? I've never had that reaction when somebody touched it. Is it because he's a male Saiyan? Or is it just because I hadn't seen him for so long? Dende, Vegeta, this is so confusing!" By the time she'd finished her rant she was standing and was mimicking Vegetas stance.

To her chagrin when she looked at him she found a smirk gracing his features and it was growing. "This isn't funny, Vegeta!"

His smile turned humourless. "No, it isn't. You really don't have any idea so you?" He shook his head in disgust, "Your Grandfather truly is an idiot. I bet the first thing he did when you got your tail was explain about your energy levels. And of course your baka father wouldn't explain it to you because you never had a tail before. It probably didn't even occur to either of them to explain the mechanics behind it." He let out a breath and strode over to stand in front of her. "I'm going to tell you this once and once only. You react to a potential mates touch through your tail. A strong unmated male will make you shudder."

He stood arms crossed and watched as she processed the bombshell he'd just dropped. Her emotions flickered over her face too fast for him to process and finally she settled for a calm, blank face.

"I don't think that's something Grandpa should've neglected to inform me about. Does Trunks know?"

"He is aware of the tails functions. But because he doesn't have one he can't fully understand the implications."

Pan nodded in agreement, a thoughtful look resting on her face. "So, in reality he's the only one I'm ever go to react to seeing as he's the only unmated Saiyan around that isn't family."

Vegeta tilted his head slightly to one side and a look came into his eyes that Pan had never seen before. Or had she? She froze remembering her dream. His eyes…they had that same look in them from her dream.

Seeing Pans hesitation, Vegeta took advantage and moved in closer till a hairs breadth separated them. "Perhaps Trunks is not the only unmated Saiyan around."

Her eyes closed involuntarily as his warm breath whispered over her face and she started to tilt forward as his arm snaked around her back, pulling her in against his body.

His warm palm started to caress its way down her back until they hovered just above the base of her spine. Before he could take the last movement which would prove his statement true or false, Pan abruptly pulled away from him and was halfway across the room before he could react. He looked towards her, bewilderment furrowing his brow then turning to an emotionless mask as Bulma entered the GR.

Pan bent down to pick up her sweat-drenched towel and Vegeta followed the movement with his eyes as his wife chattered on in the background. Pan straightened and without another look towards the Prince, followed Bulma out of the GR, responding to her questions and accepting the offer of breakfast.

Vegeta was left alone in the room, staring out after the two women.