King Vegeta Timeline
Chapter 3
I never planned on updating this story, but after reading Wynter89's review I decided to continue this and finish it quickly as possible. For the most part I gave up on Dragon Ball Z and this story was written so long ago that it was painful to reread. TKVT needed another chapter, though. Here was the chapter that was almost never written.
Pan drew her knees to her chest. The aura of ki around her slowly diminished and her hair changed back from spiky gold locks to smooth black strands. Her eyes returned to their normal soft burnt coal color. She lowered her head in defeat, exhausted from the stress of the past three days. "I just don't want to deal with this," Pan said in a voice that gave sound to how she currently looked.
"What are you dealing with?" Vegeta's cape rustled when he sat next to Pan on his bed.
Pan moved her head a little. Her eyes quizzically stared at him and left the hair in her face unnoticed. "Why would you care? From what I've seen you are just a sex obsessed jerk."
Vegeta's tail bristled at the insult. "It seems to me that you are the one overcome by your hormones. I've just been playing with you, but you are taking every move I make as if I am a madman. You are the one who has been shouting rape and bloody murder. You've been driven to hysterics, woman." The king paused and with a gloved hand brushed Pan's hair behind her ear. He saw her open her mouth and he gently placed a finger over her lips. "Let me finish." He stopped again and made sure that she wouldn't interrupt him. "But, you aren't the woman I know. You aren't the Pan that I know. You are a different being entirely, and I want to know who you are. Tell me what you are dealing with, and I will have at least a glimpse of who you are."
The girl uncurled herself and moved into a less guarded position. She continued to look at Vegeta with a wondering face. "The Vegeta I know would never be so thoughtful or caring as you just were. Vegeta grew up with Freeza, and from the stories I've been told, came to Earth decades before I was born, to fight my grandpa. My dad says that he had been a tyrant all across space, and it took Bulma, years later to calm him down. They had two children, Trunks, who was my crush ever since I can remember and Bra, my best friend." Pan's gaze had drifted from Vegeta to a spot on the carpet. "Two years ago my life turned upside down when I went into space with my grandpa and Trunks to help save Earth. For the past three months everyone has been fighting to save Earth from the curse of the dragon balls. It was hours before I can here that we finally one the battle. In return for our victory, our saved planet and all of the things that are on it, my grandpa left us. He can't come back until one hundred years have passed." Pan took a breath and returned from her unfocused state that she told her tale in.
Vegeta tried his best to take in the information graciously. It wasn't like him to spontaneously grasp changes such as these. He knew when someone lied, all Saiya-jin royalty was taught to know all signs of untruth on the spot, which had saved many lives. This Pan, from what he could tell, had yet to speak a single lie throughout her tale. 'It looks like this is going to be a lot more than I had first guessed when I first let this girl into my quarters.' Vegeta thought to himself with a sigh. 'How am I going to come to accept this girl and get my Pan back? What if she's stuck?'
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TADA! As I said, this story is too painful for me. I never had plans on how to finish it, other than the two Pan's settling down in their new universes. So, after two years, I am giving up on this. Anyone who wants to continue on this story, email me at Bejipan at aol dot com. Do with this as you please, because I sure know its crap.
Sorry to those who read this, but then again, how good was this clichéd, two-dimensional story in the first place?
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