Beautiful Stalker

Chapter 3 – When Love Goes Wrong by Jay Goose

Goku looked down at himself and grimaced. He was in no condition to woo a prince. There was no way that he would approach the most perfect being in the known universe covered in the blood of the unworthy. He gave one more glance towards the remains of his former companion, a frown marring his childlike countenance.

But all he had to do was think of the Ouji and felt a new bounce in his step. He was sure that by now Vegeta was ready for another one of their spars. The raven haired Saiyan could barely contain his excitement. He valued any time he got to spend with his beautiful Prince.

So, with that one thought in mind, he was off to the shower. He couldn't keep his beloved waiting now could he?

He was furious. But not that violent, destroy anything in his general vicinity type of furious. It was more of a slow simmering, deadly if jostled furious. He wasn't sure who he was more upset with. Most everyone, he was sure, would think Vegeta was the one to blame for even existing in the first place.

However Gohan was not one of those people.

At least he didn't think he was. Over the years he had grown to accept the arrogant Prince of Saiyans. Vegeta did his thing and Gohan and his family did theirs. Occasionally, they would cross paths, but nothing major or horrible happened.

It wasn't like the demi had wanted anything to. I mean, Vegeta was his prince, right? It was just the young man's upbringing to respect his superiors, not to mention his elders. And beside, Vegeta wasn't that bad a guy really. He'd even saved the entire planet once. Gohan laughed at the thought. It was as if even the mighty Saiyan no Ouji had mellowed in his old age.

Nope… Gohan had no animosity there.

Maybe he was the one to blame. He had never been much of a disciplinarian. His precious Panny had always gotten away with any and everything. Even if he had thought about it, Videl or his mother would have been on him as if he suggested killing her or something. It was probably his fault then: for being such a push over. Where had been his Saiyan side when he needed it?

Maybe it was Videl's fault. She was just like his mother sometimes. She didn't want their daughter to know anything about her Saiyan side. Of course, if they wouldn't teach her anything about herself, she would find someone who could.

The oldest demi-Saiyan let loose a ragged sigh. No, this time it was Pan's fault. She was the one who had cut school… again. And she was the one that was going to pay the consequences. Neither Videl nor his mother would get in the way this time. Besides, she was too young to be lusting after a grown man. Especially Vegeta.

She was not obsessed. Her friends were a bunch of idiots that had no idea what it was to be in love. Yeah, sure, of course they had brought up the Trunks thing, but that had just been some immature little girl crush. She was a woman now, and she was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. And that something just happened to be the most perfect being to ever walk the Earth. Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans. Her Prince! And she was not giving up on him so easily.

She had heard the speech before, though the Prince had not been as nice as Trunks had. What the hell did she care what Trunks thought anyway. He was far too busy trying to get into her Uncle's pants anyway.

"I am flattered," she remembered the Lavender Prince saying, "But I think that I am just a bit too old for you Panny."

Or a little too gay… Whatever. He was old news anyway.

But damn it… She had always hated it when anyyone called her Panny. Her name was Pan! P-A-fucking N! She hated being treated like a little girl more than anything. But that was not something she was going to worry about right now, because at this moment she had finally cornered the elusive Saiyan Prince. And if he didn't make with the wild monkey sex soon and break the curse of her mind numbing virginity, she might do something she would regret.

Vegeta growled low in annoyance.

"I thought that we had been through this before, whelp," he said as calmly as he could muster.

"Whelp!" Pan hollered. "Look Vegeta, you're a man and I am an incredibly attractive woman. It only makes sense for us to get it on!"

"Woman!" The Prince scoffed, "Ha. You're just a foolish little girl who can't take no for an answer."

Pan growled in reply.

"Didn't that brat of mine tell you?" Vegeta continued, "You are not worth our time little one. How dare you even think that you were worthy enough to bed a prince!"

She should have known he would react this way. He was an arrogant jerk after all. But he was her arrogant jerk, or at least he soon would be. She had to bite her tongue to keep from laying into him. This was the man she was trying to woo. She had to think of what she could do or say to get him to see her as a woman and not a snot nosed kid.

"Vegeta…" but then she thought better of it. "My Prince…" she said with a pleasing grin, "What would you have me do to become worthy?"

"Hn."

"That's not an answer!" Pan nearly growled.

"Are you deaf little girl!" The dark Prince bellowed. "I. Do. NOT. Want. YOU!"

Every word was like a punch to the gut. The preteen's face grew red with barely contained rage. Never in her life had she been so vehemently denied anything that she had ever wanted this badly. Second to this rage was the foul sensation of embarrassment.

How dare he treat her this way!

And before she knew it she was flying forward. Dead set on settling this the only way her rage clouded mind could imagine.

The first swing was off by a mile and the following kick was none the better. Her foot was easily captured by the ridiculously more experienced Saiyan Prince, but before she or the Prince could even think of their respective growls, yells or witty remarks, there was a flash of brilliant light and everything went black.

When Pan opened her eyes again she couldn't be sure how much time had passed. However, she had the distinct feeling of a very large hand wrapped around her neck and an awesomely impressive power level damned near plowing her back into the ground. She tried desperately to clear her water filled eyes, but still all she could see was a blur of gold directly in front of her face. The intense heat from it was causing her skin to singe. She was also positive that she was hearing a menacing growl emanating from this particular blob.

"Vegeta?" She tried through her air-starved throat, barely being able to form the proper syllables.

Then suddenly the death grip around her neck lessened and she fell back to the hard ground with an audible thud.

"Vegeta?"

False tears leaked from the corners of Pan's eyes, but she hardly noticed. It was the voice of her previous attacker that had her mind in a spin. She gingerly got into a sitting position and winced in pain. After rubbing her eyes she could finally make out the person she so dreaded to see standing there.

"Grandpa?" her extremely hoarse voice crackled.

Her hand immediately went back to her throat. It hurt so badly. She could swear that the man's hands were still wrapped around it. Her small frame raked with an impromptu coughing fit, and she was surprised by the crimson strands that connected her hand to her mouth. He'd ruptured something. How could he have done this to her! She was his fucking granddaughter for crying out loud!

"Grandpa!" she tried her best to sound menacing, but it wasn't doing much good with her injured throat.

Unfortunately, even with her best attempt, she was still being ignored. Now un-Super Saiyaned Goku was much more concerned with the prone form of the Saiyan Prince. He was knelling over him and she was sure that she heard sobbing.

"Goku!" Pan newly graveled voice rang through out the canyon.

The tall man's head whipped around and Pan got the distinct feeling that she had made a mistake. It was not a felling she got often, but it was one that you just knew when you felt it. It was like her body was made of steel. She couldn't have moved if she'd wanted to. She had never seen her grandpa like this. She just stared into those strange eyes. There was something there, burning just underneath the surface. It seemed that at any moment the flames would burst forth from behind those shinning coffee colored orbs and consume her. However, before she could make her concerns known, her grandfather answered her, but not with the response she had hoped for.

"Look what you made me do!" Goku screamed.

Pan just looked on in shock. Her bloodied mouth hung open in utter surprise.

"You're a spoiled, ill mannered little girl who only thinks about herself!" the raven haired man continued, "Aren't you just the least bit sorry for what you've done!"

"Wha… I…"

"No!" the full-blooded Saiyan fumed, "Of course you're not. You're just like your grandmother. Or at least you will be."

The sinister sound of the last statement scared Pan more than anything else. She had been so utterly astounded that she hadn't even noticed that her grandpa was now directly in front of her until it was too late. She hadn't even seen him power back up to Super Saiyan, but she knew that had to be his state when she felt that punch to the gut that had surely ruptured all her vital organs and broken numerous bones. The next thing she felt were rocks tumbling around her. She hadn't even felt the initial impact of plowing into the mountain.

What had drawn the demi-Saiyan to the scene originally were the ki signatures of his daughter and the Saiyan Prince. But what had caused him to pick up the pace was the appearance and enormous increase of his father's. And what currently had him in a panic was that rapidly dropping level of his daughter's. Gohan didn't understand. But there was no way. Why would his father, a fucking proven Super Saiyan Four be fighting his little girl?

Upon finally reaching the canyon, he noticed Vegeta sprawled out on the ground. But he couldn't be bothered with that now. His daughter was in trouble and he had to find out what the hell was going on. He could see a huge cloud of dust billowing around a rock formation not far away. A mountain had seemingly been toppled. And that's when his sensitive ears heard an unmistakable sound; a blood-curdling shriek that only could have belonged to his only child.

'Sweet Dende!' The young professor thought as he blasted off towards the commotion. "What the hell is going on!"

At this point she was blind in one eye. That eye most likely tossed among the rocks and other debris. It didn't matter as much as she might have once believed. It was much worse feeling the pain than seeing it coming. Also, the various mind demolishing pains shooting up and down what was left of her functioning body seemed to dim the feeling of those she had briefly felt over her misplaced eye. She could taste blood and various other bits in her mouth (she had bitten her tongue far too many times). She could barely make out her own choked sobs. Her ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton, in fact, her whole head felt that way.

"Grandpa!" her mind wanted her to scream, but that scream was not happening.

This couldn't be happening. There was no way that this was happening. Her own grandfather was trying to rip her apart piece by piece. And what for? Vegeta? There was no way.

She vaguely felt her body being kicked and flung back further away from the light. Her backside ripped and tore as her broken body skidded along the slimy rocks beneath her. She barely noticed the sudden drop. It was dark now. Her throbbing mind tried in vain to place the odd new sensation. She felt as if she was hovering above the ground. But that couldn't be it. She was much too tired to fly. She didn't feel light like she always did when she was flying. In fact, it was the exact opposite. Her body felt heavy and spent. She was suddenly so sleepy. She could barely keep her eye open…

He was disappointed. That was the only way to explain the feeling. He still had so much pent up rage and now it was over… already. Damned girl. Damned, fucking, weak, whiney girl. He heaved a tired sigh, all at once releasing his transformation.

She would hit every last one of the jagged fucking rocks. Of course, she was Chichi's granddaughter. She had been born to ruin all his fun. He tilted his head to the side to get a proper look at his handiwork. She had landed on the cave's serrated bottom at a funny angle. She was getting smaller and smaller. Ha! She was sliding down further and further on the spikes. Leaving a bloodied trail down the largest one. With any luck she'd be split in two. Good. She deserved worse. How dare she lay a finger on his Prince?

He turned to leave. He had to get back and check on Vegeta. He had to apologize for the horrible thing he'd done. He had to be more careful and never loose his temper like that again.

As the dejected Saiyan approached the cave opening, that he'd created, he noticed a dark patch blocking out a bit of the sun's golden rays. A person. Was it Vegeta? He damn near broke off at a run only to be disappointed yet again upon reaching his destination. "Dad?"

It was Gohan. His son. Looking all pale and gapping. Goku looked down at himself. Oh. He must look a mess. Covered in his granddaughter's blood and various other bits. Damn. Gohan was not going to be pleased about this. In fact he was not pleased about this. He was definitely going to need another shower now. He couldn't greet the Prince like this.

"Dad?" His oldest child croaked; eyes widened in shear disbelief. "Wha… What did you do?"

"Oh, hi Gohan," Goku said, scratching the back of his head out of habit, "What brings you here?"

TBC