The next two chapters are sad ones for Vegeta lovers. I am one myself, but
I had to do this in these chapter.I am soooooooo sorry *cries*!!!!
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Pan leaned back in her seat and gave out a long-warm sigh. "That was great Aunt Bulma!"
Bulma stood, and gave a gracious smile. "Thank you Pan, I have gotten better haven't I?"
"Not by my taste buds you haven't. Do you have no talent for cooking woman?!" Vegeta stood and dumped his empty plates into the sink. "I'm going out to train." Pan stood to follow him, but he turned and glared. "ALONE, Brat!" He strolled out the door and burst off into the air.
Pan slouched back down in her chair, her arms folded sadly on her chest. Bulma turned to the young girl, no; not young anymore she was nearly a full- grown woman. She was thankful she had Pan and Vegeta still, she didn't know how she would get up everyday without them, and watching pan grow was definitely a plus.
Bulma took the plates from the table and shoved them all in the sink. "Do you need any help with the dishes tonight?" Pan had begun to stand. "No, I'll be fine you just run along and do whatever you wish." Pan nodded emotionlessly. "Oh.ok. Yea, I have things to do." She left the table and headed up to her room.
'Yea of course I have things to do.' She scowled herself sarcastically. Small burst of energy flowed through her veins, she could feel Vegeta's energy rising and falling as he trained. It was a sense she had come to love, she had developed it more rapidly than Vegeta, and learned how to control it also, which gave her an advantage in battle.
The ebony haired girl looked out her broken window, and stared into the evening sky. 'I think I'll go watch the sunset tonight.' Psychically she noted that she would have to change, but quickly shrugged it off, there wasn't any real need to, but she might want to do something with her hair. She took off one of the black bands she always kept handy on her wrist and tied her hair up in a ponytail; then she picked up her orange bandana. Her favorite thing in the world, her father had told her stories of how he had found her with it when she was a baby, that it was her grandfather's. Though she had never met her grandfather every time she held it she always felt his presence, as well as everyone else who had died. She put it on, and left strips of her bangs hanging out.
Leaving the house was sometimes the hardest thing she did. It always felt like she was dying, but truthfully she knew that if she didn't leave she would die. Life was so hard, it didn't even feel like just sometimes, it felt like always. Pan had found a place on the treetops where she could sit and just stare ahead, and not have to look back or think about anything. Just simply be.
The sun had begun to set and the day slowly beginning it's count down for night. Pan felt the burst of energy slow down, but in one smooth second, a large burst on energy shot through her. She let out a painful groan, as the feeling throbbed throughout her body. 'What's wrong?' She squeezed her eyes shut tight, feeling `tears coming close to falling. But before they had a chance to wet her cheeks the pain stop. So suddenly that her lungs felt like they would explode from the lack of air that seemed to be there. "What was happening?' Pan felt a cold breeze as a shadow blocked her back from the fading heat of the sun. She spun around and sucked in a sharp painful breath.
"Hi to you too."
Pan leaned back in her seat and gave out a long-warm sigh. "That was great Aunt Bulma!"
Bulma stood, and gave a gracious smile. "Thank you Pan, I have gotten better haven't I?"
"Not by my taste buds you haven't. Do you have no talent for cooking woman?!" Vegeta stood and dumped his empty plates into the sink. "I'm going out to train." Pan stood to follow him, but he turned and glared. "ALONE, Brat!" He strolled out the door and burst off into the air.
Pan slouched back down in her chair, her arms folded sadly on her chest. Bulma turned to the young girl, no; not young anymore she was nearly a full- grown woman. She was thankful she had Pan and Vegeta still, she didn't know how she would get up everyday without them, and watching pan grow was definitely a plus.
Bulma took the plates from the table and shoved them all in the sink. "Do you need any help with the dishes tonight?" Pan had begun to stand. "No, I'll be fine you just run along and do whatever you wish." Pan nodded emotionlessly. "Oh.ok. Yea, I have things to do." She left the table and headed up to her room.
'Yea of course I have things to do.' She scowled herself sarcastically. Small burst of energy flowed through her veins, she could feel Vegeta's energy rising and falling as he trained. It was a sense she had come to love, she had developed it more rapidly than Vegeta, and learned how to control it also, which gave her an advantage in battle.
The ebony haired girl looked out her broken window, and stared into the evening sky. 'I think I'll go watch the sunset tonight.' Psychically she noted that she would have to change, but quickly shrugged it off, there wasn't any real need to, but she might want to do something with her hair. She took off one of the black bands she always kept handy on her wrist and tied her hair up in a ponytail; then she picked up her orange bandana. Her favorite thing in the world, her father had told her stories of how he had found her with it when she was a baby, that it was her grandfather's. Though she had never met her grandfather every time she held it she always felt his presence, as well as everyone else who had died. She put it on, and left strips of her bangs hanging out.
Leaving the house was sometimes the hardest thing she did. It always felt like she was dying, but truthfully she knew that if she didn't leave she would die. Life was so hard, it didn't even feel like just sometimes, it felt like always. Pan had found a place on the treetops where she could sit and just stare ahead, and not have to look back or think about anything. Just simply be.
The sun had begun to set and the day slowly beginning it's count down for night. Pan felt the burst of energy slow down, but in one smooth second, a large burst on energy shot through her. She let out a painful groan, as the feeling throbbed throughout her body. 'What's wrong?' She squeezed her eyes shut tight, feeling `tears coming close to falling. But before they had a chance to wet her cheeks the pain stop. So suddenly that her lungs felt like they would explode from the lack of air that seemed to be there. "What was happening?' Pan felt a cold breeze as a shadow blocked her back from the fading heat of the sun. She spun around and sucked in a sharp painful breath.
"Hi to you too."