She woke with a start. The rings of the royal blue curtains jingled as the sun suddenly invaded her dreams and willed her awake. She wanted nothing more to do than to tell whoever was in the room to fuck off and let her sleep longer. Rolling into the depths of the many pillows, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness when she didn't bump into the warm body of the prince. The thought caused her eyes to open, and she glared at the empty spot next to her. How dare he make her feel that way. She had only been there for a month and she had taken a good liking to him, no matter how much she wanted to deny it. "Ah well..." She thought, rolling onto her back, her body sprawled out under the sheets.

"Did you sleep well my lady?" Ayana's soft, timid voice sounded from where Pan knew she was standing with a tray.

Her new life so far was going great. The King, who seemed to always wear a stone hard expression, surprisingly took a liking to her. She guessed it was because his own daughter was about Pan's age. The Queen, Buruma, was in love with her and loved that her son had chosen her for his. She'd often spur on about how she believed that Pan would become more than his 'concubine'. In return, Pan would just smile and thank the Queen for thinking so highly of her. The only problem she had was the Princess herself. It was a matter of jealousy and Pan could tell that by the way the air shifted when she and the Princess were in the same room. Too bad she'd be leaving the royal family, she was starting to feel comfortable. "Fine Ayana." Pan grinned like a cat, "Hopefully you didn't sleep to roughly. Anymore dreams about your beloved Ebizo?"

"You are simply horrible, my lady." The red head grinned shyly as she brought the tray over and laid it over her lap.

"Me? You're the one who can't talk to a guy. And he's only one of the most hansom ones." Pan winked, picking up the cup of tea.

"Good news for you, my lady." Ayana smiled as she went to pick out her attire for the morning, "Remember when you told the King you enjoyed fighting? Well he had a beautiful sword customized for you and he wants you to show the royal court your skills tomorrow."

She blinked, the piece of toast she was munching on, hanging off her lip, "Like a demonstration or something?"

"He wants to see how strong you are. I think he will have Princess Bura spar with you. It is said that she is the strongest female with a sword."

"She's not stronger than I am." Pan shrugged indifferently as she set the tray beside her and slipped from under the blanket, "You know what...I would like to train this morning so I'll just put on the armor Prince Trunks gave me."

"Yes, my lady." The girl nodded and pulled the tiny blue body suit out of the huge dresser.

Pan couldn't help but smirk as she slipped off all of her cloths and pulled the tight spandex over her hips. It looked like a bathing suit with sleeves that stopped at her elbows and she knew it would ride when she began training. Then all eyes would be on her, and if the Prince were there he'd get a show too... She shook the thought out of her mind as she glared at the floor. Where the hell were all these thoughts about the Prince coming from? Ok, he was hot and she slept next to him every night and not to mention she got to see him naked most of the time. But he was still the cause of most of her suffering. "My Lady, do you think it is wise to wear such a outfit to train? The soldiers aren't very well mannered and the only girl they're used to see train is Princess Bura and she usually has on Gi." The younger girl's voice was filled with concern as she dragged the heavy armored boots towards the bed, "And I cannot see how you wear these things, they weight a ton!"

"Its not like I'll let just any of those men come near me Ayana. And I am not the Princess; I like to take risks. Its fun." She grinned as she shoved her feet into the boots.


The sharp metal swung past her face and she smiled as she gripped the handle of her sword. It was perfect. It reminded her of being home again, back in the middle of the woods where she could privately train herself. The training facilities were almost like that. Almost. The lack of privateness was apparent, as the men around couldn't help but to stare at her fluid movements. They had all crowded around to watch her. Compared to the Princess, she was the finest gem to ever walk into their quarters. They stared on in fascination, her technique with a sword fierce and easy handled. She was using her own personal style, mixed with different and experienced techniques.

She closed her eyes, the keenness of the silence and muttered comments hanging on the air in the room. Her stance was perfect, no openings...no flaws. And the way she moved and cut her legs and blade through the air, made it seem as if her foe or sparring partner was really there in front of her; battling with just as much, if not more expertise than she was. Maybe the imaginary fighter was putting up a fight, maybe he was quicker than she was. No one knew, but they could see that she was moving with an odd state of concentration. The sweat that dripped down her forehead and ran a wet line down the side of her face didn't cause her to waver. As they looked on they could see the trance like face she made.

She was oblivious to the world around her and she could only see one thing, one vision that was branded into her mind. She was back home, with her Uncle, their feet dancing as they both trained together. She smirked as she remembered the smirk that would come to his usually confused face. His face giving acknowledgment that she had gotten stronger since they last sparred. With her eyes closed she could hear the calm wind and the birds as they chirped, happily preached on a branch near them. She could remember his smell and the way he laughed when she'd send him down to the ground or flying into a tree. It was such a lovely memory. Her Uncle Goten was her best friend. When she was just a tot, he would tease and play with her. Every year he would test her strength, sparring her to see what she had learned and how much she had developed with skill and age.

Next to her father, he was one of the most special men in her life. Just under her grandfather. Practicing like she was was causing her to have memories of the past. And when she had those memories, it only made her feel even more depressed about her situation. Her eyes blinked open as the muttering stopped and the soft sound of heels on the floor could be heard in the lingering silence. Blue came in contact with brown and the icy gaze shut every man in the room up. The two girls glared harshly at the other, each gaze promising great skill and determination when they faced one another. It wasn't a secret that the Princess hated Pan with a passion. She could tell that she was jealous that her brother had found a beautiful 'concubine' and his attention was turning to her. "You girl..." She stated her nose turned up as she watched her, "What makes you think you can train here, you are a mere concu-!"

"Actually...I have permission from the King to train here." Pan growled, the tip of her sword rested on the floor as she panted softly, irritated that she had been bothered.

"This space is reserved for the soldiers. I know my father would not permit you to train here. Now...leave." The aqua haired girl's voice was hitched with warning.

"Bura. My women has been permitted by our father to train here." The masculine voice of her lavender haired brother cut in before the two could start arguing.

"How dare you brother. Defending a whore you brought off the market." Her annoyed gaze turned to her brother's, "I will snap her in half tomorrow just to spite you, brother...!"

With that she turned, the sound of her heels fading as she stomped, disappearing down the corridor. Pan smirked as she turned around towards the Prince, the look on his face priceless. He was staring at her, his usually hard gaze was softened and he looked so entranced by her body. She grinned and tilted her head cockily, a few pieces of her ebony hair falling from the ponytail it was confined in. The room had been cleared out, all the soldiers fearing the Prince. They knew that the woman they had been watching belonged to him and that he could be territorial when it came to his personal things. Finally realizing just how he was staring at her, he averted his gaze to her face and coughed nervously. All she could do was smile as she watched him fidget in his spot. What the hell was wrong with him?

"Pan." He started, clearing his throat again before he went on, "I would be honored if you joined me for dinner tonight. In the gardens."

Her hand was on her hip and she couldn't help but glare at him, "It's not going to make me want to have sex with you, your highness."

"You should really get your mind out of the gutter girl." He sighed, shaking his head, "But if you do not wish to join me, I understand fully."

"Well...I suppose. If you don't try anything, I suppose I could eat with you. It's not like it would kill me." She nodded nonchalantly and shrugged.

"Good." He began to smirk, "You'd have a problem if you didn't agree to come."

She blinked he disappeared through the double doors. It was weird how he had been nervous one minute and his cocky self the next. No matter, he was an idiot anyway. She didn't even know why she agreed to dine with him. Yea, he looked so cute when he had asked her, but she still hated him. At least he wanted to hate him. It was odd, he was starting to get under her skin, no matter how much she tried to deny. He was intoxicating and the way he brushed against her at night sent her body into a whirl. "Ok fine, so maybe I wouldn't mind screwing him, but he still should burn." She huffed as she sheathed her sword and wiped the sweat off her brow.

"I guess I'll have Ayana pick something out for me to wear. Can't go to this thing naked." She grinned devilishly, "He probably wouldn't even mind..."


She couldn't help but grin at the butterflies in her stomach. When she had gotten to the room she and the prince shared, Ayana, her mother and a few other maids were their fusing with each other. Almost on impulse, a confused look came to her face and she watched as some rushed around with perfumes and nick-knacks in their arms. She blinked and then blinked again as she looked stupidly around the room. She didn't know whom to ask because all of the women were moving in such haste it made her dizzy. Her eyes grew wide as she practically stumbled over that most of everyone's attention was draw to. A white manikin stood in the middle of the room, the black and blue fabric of the evening gown it was modeling shining in the sun as it poured through the partially opened window. "Oh my god..." She breathed, all the air seemingly being sucked from her chest as her hand went up to steady herself.

She was oblivious to the gazes that fell upon her after she uttered the soft words. No one had ever gotten her such an exquisite gift. The way the dress faded from the basic color blue at the top into black made the dress look like the way the sky faded at night. The small gems at the bottom made it look like scattered stars. She blinked in disbelief as a plump servant stood beside her, a black incased box with a beautiful diamond reef necklace inside. Wasn't this just a private dinner? A smile came to her face as she nodded her approval and they started to rush around again. By the time they sent her on her way again, it was around 9. The prince had sent a message for her a while earlier, telling her no to be late. She couldn't help but feel as though they would never finish dressing her.

But the end product was breath taking. She stood in front of a full-length mirror, her eyes wide as she stared at herself. The look was so foreign to her, all the jewels she wore and the primped hair. Never had she stood in a pair of heels. For once she didn't feel common and unclean among all these people, even though she spent most of her time conversation with the servants. She guessed it was because she understood the dialect they used and she shared so many things in common with them. She felt so sophisticated and all she wanted to do was fly home, walk into her parent's living room and show them how she developed into such a beautiful young women. Looking at how wonderful she looked brought a broad smile to her face and she seemed not to be able to stop by the time she was walking into the lush garden.

She didn't know exactly were to go but she just walked forward, the smell of every kind of different flower hitting her fragile saiya-jin senses. The moon reflected off her dress perfectly and even her eyes came alive as she walked with a paced stride forward. He saw her before she saw him and he almost choked on his spit as she watched her approach the small table for two. It was as expected. She looked absolutely gorgeous in the dress he had chosen for her. To think that he had seen this girl so long ago, think she was beautiful then and now she belonged to him. Why did all the perfect girls come in such a small package? It seemed all the potential was came everywhere else but in the royal girls. Had his mother been a royal before she married his father, Bura would hate herself now. He smirked at the thought of his younger sister screaming about her face and figure. "You look..." He coughed, his badass demeanor slipping fast as he spoke, "You're beautiful Pan...you really are."

It was hard to keep from smiling at him. He was doing it again, falling short when he usually was so bold towards her any other time. He could watch her move around in the nude in the privacy of their room, but he didn't understand why he turned into mush any other time. She was just a girl, right? Just a normal beautiful girl, with attitude and the brawns to go with it. No, she was something more. Deep down, there was something more to her...something..special.


Bura glared down at the laughing pair as she stood on her balcony. Why did her brother get to have the perfect women in his life? She wanted someone too! How dare he leave her behind. Her grip on the bar tightened as she watched her brother whisper in her ear. It was probably something dirty, knowing how her brother was with females. That girl. She was corrupting her brother, she was making him act different, she was...extremely hot. She was probably seducing her brother without even noticing it. After all she did come off a little naïve, but Bura knew that wasn't so. She let out a quiet growl as she watched them a while longer, the disgusted look plastered on her face. That girl was going down tomorrow. She irked her far too much and made her jealous beyond belief. She wanted to be the center of attention again. She needed some attention and she knew she wouldn't get much if she stayed continued to be in the way. When she sick of the scene, she muttered hostilely under her breath. "I am so going to kick your sorry ass, my lady." She huffed, turning around and disappeared through the doors of her room.


A/N: Plot already? Pan is so lovely in this chapter. She loves Trunks a lot don't you think? Damn. That took me so fucking long, I swear. Anyway, I'm happy that this chapter is out now. I've had so much shit going on lately and school is already riding my ass. I hate school. It pisses me off to no end and I swear I might fall off the face of the earth. As you can see, I have had no progress on my other story "Run Away Lover" and that's thanks to school and that I wanted to get this chapter up first. Now that this chapter is finished, I'll start working on Run Away Lover for all you hungry souls. Just bare with me guys cause I haven't forgotten about my stories. I've just been busy as shit. I hope you like this chapter anyhow and I'll try to update soon. Go and review my story now. I'd like to know how it was.

Ja'Ne!!