"What did you expect? From you uncle?"
"I don't know what you mean." Pan stuttered.
"You were asking about dreams, so… what is it you need to know?" He asked his expression masked.
Pan sighed, "It's not something you would know. But since you being almost stalkerish, astral projection, do you know anything about it?"
"Hump, why would I know anything about that, that's more along the lines of you mother, or Dende." He said gruffly.
"You asked." She said walking off. She didn't want to be around him, yet at the same time she did. Was it wrong to hold something against someone when you only dreamt it? But she couldn't help it, she found herself hating and fearing Vegita.
She stopped at the fridge, and looked inside; with so many Saiyans living in the same house there never seemed to be anything to eat. Making due with a simple sandwich made with the ingredients that no one touched, Swiss cheese and bologna, she walked back to the privacy of her own room.
It really wasn't fair, she thought as she sat on her bed, even crazy people got a break in their dreams, but she, on the other hand, seemed to be going crazy in her dreams. Laying down she tried to think of some other answers to what might be going on with her.
Time travel, no, she would have to leave, she still could be in two places at once, unless one if younger, like the story of Trunk grandpa used to tell her. She smiled remembering. Things could be that bad if she could still smile.
Still, there were her mixed feelings for Vegita, she blushed remembering the kiss; with her going crazy, she really hadn't had the time to think about… that. Yet, if she was afraid of him it wouldn't matter how she felt. She had felt something, though. And she had no problems admitting she had a crush on him, even as a pre-teen, sometimes it even gave her the willies. She had she had pre-pubescent crush on a father and son. Is that normal?
The kiss was something else though; it melted her, made her feel helpless, and safe. It was most likely chemistry, saiyan something or another.
-Unless it was an illusion- a voice said in her head making her jump.
"No!" She said putting her hand to her head, she was not hearing voices. And defiantly not her own voice.