Revised! Forgive me if Vegeta is a little OOC.

My Love For You Is Insatiable

She woke up in a place she couldn't explain. It was dark, cold and lifeless; except for the occasional scream or yell. She put her hand to where the ki blast had hit her, but there wasn't a hole: she was healed. She knew for sure that she was in hell. In hell just for avenging the deaths of those who had been so close to her. In hell for the rest of eternity. In hell where she thought she would never go, as she thought that the God would go calmly on where she went after death because what she did was out of vengeance.

She recalled the events that were in her head. Trunks' death and the power of his angry Father. It was then that Pan realised that she had had a chance to get away.

'If only I had flown away to a far a place as possible or back to my room after what I did? I could have got away; all I had to do was destroy the evidence of my bloody spandex. Then I might have had a chance, they would have blamed the wrong person. But now, I'm worse than I was before. Here I have no family, not even Uncle Goten, or Grandma: only darkness and torture,' she thought as slow tears came out of her delicate ebony eyes.

When Bulma heard the yell and the extremely high ki, she knew something was wrong. She was hit with great sadness from the bond she shared with Vegeta, and then it turned to anger. She tried to enter his mind to read his thoughts, see what was going on, but his mental defences were too high. She quickly got up and dressed herself into her spandex before entering the hallway and she walked towards her daughter's quarters. Bra was asleep, luckily; Bulma didn't want to catch her with her boyfriend in bed. She giggled remembering when Bra had been fourteen: not of age, and had been making out with a boy. Vegeta had caught them and taught the male a lesson for 'putting his slimy hands on his daughter'. Then Bulma sighed. Her children were all grown up, both of age and maybe having mates anytime.

She woke Bra up and they waited there for anyone to tell them what was going on. They didn't think of looking for Trunks' ki because Trunks always tended to keep his ki really low by habit and that they thought that nothing could break them, or him.

Vegeta slammed his fists into the floor, causing small cracks to appear. His son was gone at the hands of a first class girl, a girl who his son had liked a lot and a girl who Vegeta thought would be Trunks' mate. What she had been doing was all a lie. He powered down, and breathed hard. He knew that he had to tell his mate and daughter and that would be the hardest thing to say. Within five minutes, he had reached Bra's room where he felt his mate's ki. He entered the room.

Bulma looked up.

"Vegeta, what's happened?" she asked as she walked up to him, "your ki went so high and I heard you scre…Vegeta, h…have you been…crying?"

She was looking at his eyes, the eyes that showed her everything he was thinking, but they were red, as if they had been filled with water.

"Daddy?" asked a worried Bra.

Bulma felt sadness through the bond, "What's happened Vegeta? Has something bad happened? Has…has something happened to Trunks?"

She tried to search for her son's ki, but she was too overwhelmed with dread. Bra had come to her Mother's side.

"Tell us Vegeta. Tell…Us, please," begged Bulma, choking a bit on the last word.

"Trunks…my only son…our only son…your brother Bra, he…he is gone from this world."

Bulma and Bra gasped.

"He was murdered before I got there in time," he said, dropping his arms to his side.

It was as if the whole world had shattered itself around them, sealing them inside. Bra was the first to register the reality of the situation, tears coming out from the corner of her eyes.

"Daddy!" she cried, before throwing herself into his shoulder, sobbing. Bulma stood before them, transfixed.

"It's not true. No!" she cried before joining Bra on Vegeta's other shoulder. He slipped down the wall, bringing his two loved ones with him. They were both crying, trembling. He couldn't understand why such a terrible thing had happened in one night. And to top it all off, he still had to tell them that he had been sent to hell for a reason unknown; and that would break whatever they had left.

One thing struck Pan. Why had that ki disappeared after Trunks' death? Was it a coincidence? Or was it meant to be?

At least Grandma and Uncle Goten are safe she thought to herself. Then she thought of something.

Shouldn't Trunks be with me here in hell if he killed two people out of bloodthirsty ambition?

She couldn't think about it. Meeting Trunks in this place would mean more torture on top of everything else. He could pulverise her without killing her as much as he wanted.

"I only hope that this place is so big that he won't find me, or that he doesn't find out that I'm dead," she whispered.

And that was when she heard someone calling her name.

"Pan…" it whispered.

She turned her head round, searching for ki.

"Pan…"

"Who's there?" she shouted aloud, standing up.

"I'm…coming…Panny…"

Pan was scared. It knew her name and her nickname. She ran. As she did so, she received glances from other doomed saiyans, and saiyans in pain, being tortured as she ran past. She could see some saiyans locked up, others running free like her because they didn't do any bad things in hell.

She could still hear the voice as she ran. She stopped and nearly collapsed when she reached a clearing inhabited by nothing but darkness and black and purple rocks. She heard the voice again and turned around.

What was standing there was unlike anything she had seen, ever. It wasn't saiyan, and this was the hell for the saiyans.

She had light red eyes and delicate, pretty features. Her mouth was covered in a white balaclava . She was wearing a royal blue bodysuit, with a darker blue bit from the hips to the top of the thighs. The top of the bodysuit was covered with a white patch of cloth that had a red sun on it. She was wearing long dark blue boots that come up to her knees and dark blue gloves covered her hands. A type of shawl covered her hair and short locks of blonde hair come out of either side from under the shawl. It was the malice in her eyes that freaked Pan out the most.

"What are you?" asked Pan, backing away a few steps.

"Me?" she replied. Her voice was quite low pitched and husky.

"Who else?"

"I guess that you haven't seen a fully fledged Gori-jin before, Pan," she replied.

"Gori-jin!" cried out Pan.

FLASHBACK

"Dad, Grandpa, I hope you're okay out there." Pan could feel their ki's flaring and the strong ki's of the enemy.

It was like a smoky terrain, and they were right in the middle of it. Pan let tears come out of her eyes as she felt her Father's ki drop slightly while her grandpa was losing.

She was hugging her mother tightly. Her mother, Videl, was also suffering but not as much as Pan's grandmother Chi-Chi. She was sobbing uncontrollably as she knew that if the battle was lost she would lose both mate and son, and the saiyans were losing to the Gori-jins; and fast.

Suddenly, Pan remembered what her grandpa had said to his only Grandchild before he had left:

'If you listen to your heart, anything is possible. So in time of need, do what your heart tells you to do'

If that is what Grandpa said, then I will follow my heart and right now it's telling me to go and help

"Mother," she said wiping her eyes, "I'm tired and I'm going to have a nap. Please wake me up if anything happens."

"Sure, Pan-chan. If anything happens, you'll be the first to know."

Videl was beginning to grow cold as she concentrated on her mate's ki, which was continually descending.

Pan raced upstairs and quickly changed into her black spandex and put on her saiyan armour, which her dad had given her. She then put on her orange bandanna that had been cut out of her Grandpa's gi. She prayed in an old language that her Father had told her:

"Nukem nana huski day wantei sectinio ea ae grandtutem n kamanrei. Hola yay, seto."

She opened her eyes after her prayer and her eyes flashed with anger and emotion. She struggled to keep her ki at bay as she flew off. She was glad when no one followed her and set on her way to the valley. She suppressed her ki as much as she could and as she neared, she saw many bodies of fallen saiyans. She could now see the valley and thousands of specks that were made up of the saiyans and the Gori-jins.

FLASHFORWARD

The Tyrant War had been between the saiyans and Gori-jins. Pan could still remember what they looked like, big, black and ugly, but the girl in front of her was the evolved form of it.

"A fully fledged Gori-jin?" asked Pan.

"Yes. I was the first to transform myself into this form and became the leader of the Gori-jin race. That is, until you killed all of my species," she replied to Pan's question.

"What has this to do with me? I only killed the Prince. If you want to settle a score, go to him!" said Pan, turning and flying off. And that was when she felt that enormous ki again, the ki that she and Trunks had felt on Vegeta-sei; and it belonged to the former Gori-jin leader. She turned and landed.

"How? You were on Vegeta-sei before I killed the Prince and now you're here. You're that enemy that Trunks' warned me about," said Pan.

"You're catching on. Let me start from the beginning," she said and raised her hand. Pan was immediately frozen solid, unable to move and was somehow levitated so that her face was level with that of the enemy. Pan was breathing hard.

"My name is Sheik. I'm sure you remember the Tyrant War, where the saiyans won and killed every single Gori-jin, even blowing up my planet. I have come to settle a score, and that score is you, Pan," said Sheik.

"M…me?"

"Yes."

"Look, Sheik. I was only ten years old when the War started. I'm only in hell because I had to avenge my parents and Grandpa. I killed the Prince, so if you want to settle the right score, go and find him!" said Pan. Her arms and legs were still bound together.

Sheik grabbed her by the neck and Pan gasped.

"And why did you kill him?" asked Sheik, who knew the answer already.

"He…he murdered three members of my family in bloodthirsty ambition," Pan gagged out.

"Ha, ha," chuckled Sheik, looking over to a big rock to her left before looking at Pan straight in the eyes, "wrong."

Pan looked into Sheik's red eyes.

"You know nothing Sheik," rasped Pan.

"Really? Let me ask Trunks then, shall I?" said Sheik. She pointed her finger to Pan's right and muttered something, and then Trunks materialised a few metres away from Pan.

Trunks opened his eyes and for the second time in his life, opened them to the strange, dark place that he knew of hell. He knew that Pan had killed him, the one he had hoped would be the one for him, the one he would had waited for forever…the one has was sure he had loved. But she was nothing but an assassin and had broken their skin-deep connection. How he would haunt her for the rest of her life. He looked up and gasped.

He saw Pan, totally paralysed and floating so that her head was level with something he had never seen before. But that didn't matter. The look on Pan's face was one of dread, and fear. And she was in pain. He smirked and leant against a rock, eyeing Pan.

Dad must have killed her he thought.

"You see Pan," said Sheik, "I can make you go weak at the knees, and this is just the beginning."

Sheik tightened her grip on Pan, so that Pan was in pain and unable to do anything due to Sheik's earlier attack.

"Trunks," she rasped out.

Trunks laughed, "Why would I help you? If she wasn't here right now, that would be me doing that to you!" his smirk turned to a sad, but angry face, "I thought that I had the rest of my life ahead of me, but you ruined that chance. The chance to meet a special someone, the chance to be a Father, the chance to one day take over the throne, and to die with my family around me…or honourably."

Sheik listened to Trunks before throwing Pan onto the floor, releasing her from paralysis.

Pan struggled to get her breath back, "You don't know the meaning of honour Trunks."

"Trunks," called Sheik.

Trunks looked in her direction, "What are you doing here in saiyan hell? You aren't a saiyan. And what do you want? I want to torture her myself, nice and slowly."

"You'll get what you want, but Pan, here, just told me why she killed you," Sheik told him.

"And why is that?" asked Trunks, looking at Pan.

"She told me she killed you in vengeance of her parents and Grandpa's death," she replied.

Trunks' eyes went wide a little, "That was the same thing you came up with minutes before you killed me!"

Pan looked at him, before standing and looking at him.

"That is the reason I killed you Trunks, and don't deny it like you did when we were alive. You did kill them, I saw you with my very own eyes!"

He walked up to her, making her look up at him, "I did nothing of the sort, murderer."

This made Pan very angry.

"Stop denying it! You remember it, I know you do. Down there on Vegeta-sei, six years ago during the Tyrant War. I sneaked out from my home to see if my loved ones were okay. And they would have been okay if you hadn't killed them, and all of it for fun; their blood and ashes on your hands!"

"Liar!" he backhanded her into a nearby rock. He was breathing hard, while Sheik looked on.

"Pan, if you think what you say is true, come out and face me!" yelled Trunks, "just like you were at the wrath of my Father when he found me, so you will be again in my hands. You for one should know that I'm not the type of person to kill someone, but you're so confident what you say is true. And this non-saiyan can watch me as I tear you apart and cause you ultimate pain."

She got up and looked at him with fire in her eyes, before transforming into a super saiyan. He laughed.

"Trunks, your Father didn't kill me at all. I killed myself before he got there!"

"So you couldn't face up to what you did! You're weaker than I thought. What else have you hidden from me the past few weeks?" he asked, before turning to SS3. She looked at him wide-eyed.

So much power like he said. I hope that I can go for a while without pain she thought, "You don't know how much I planned for your downfall, Trunks. Six years is an awful long time. When you asked for help at the palace, I thought that this is my chance. I knew what I had to do. Many saiyans have fallen to my charms before, and I knew it would work to my convenience. You fell for it so much Trunks. I meant to lead you onto me, so that in the end it would be easy. You gave me information I needed: you let me go into areas that no other saiyan would have. And in the end, I succeeded. But it was hard, so hard. I'm glad I killed you Trunks. You spoilt my life. I hoped I would get away. But I couldn't. I've ended up in here just like you have. If you deny what you have done, why are you in hell?"

"I am in hell because you put evil ways in my heart when we were together, putting evil things in there through our skin-deep connection. You took me for a fool, Pan. I loved you…and I thought you felt the same. But you don't. It comes together nicely now, Pan, so make some last wishes before you encounter more pain than you've ever had in your life…because I'm angry."

"You…loved me?" she stammered, shocked beyond belief, "I thought that you just..."

"That's where you're wrong. Do you know how much it hurt me to see you put your hand through my chest? And for that, you'll be sorry," said Trunks, before using his anger to drive him to the utter highest: SS4. Pan could only watch as he went for her.

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