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Same age as last time*
Chapter Seven: An Enemy's Aid
"There's a crater in my front lawn," Bulma mumbled, somnolent planted over her aging features as the morning light, glazed over her large home. Yawning, the billionaire stretched as thoughts circulate of her childhood friend, now in the mist of evil and destruction. Shifting, her mind transferred to the man she still cares for, even after seven years by her lonesome— not a soul held in a place in her heart as he did.
Bulma's heart burned at the sight of him, appearing to not aged a day while coated in royal wear, but the usual cockiness wasn't protrayed. His actions was contradictory to the man she once knew— as he became somewhat contented, aside of from his new exquisite possessions, as if Vegeta's new acquirements made him appreciate and even care. An nostalgic smile greeted the genius and she begin to pounder if his return will pull them to each other, and they'll once be something again— besides parents of two adult Saiyan-human hybrids.
Sighing, the patter of footfalls jumped off hallway walls in a alarming echo, dragging Bulma back to reality. Spotting Pan's little physique afar, she could only watched as the child paused grasping the cream wall with a tight fist— the other, ahold of her stomach.
"I.." the girl staggered, coughing viciously then contouring her little face in disgust as blood coated her lips in thick layers. An attempt to help became a struggle, as a unknown force held Bulma back; her feet glued to the tiled as she could watch the sight in horror. Softly, Pan spoke, gasping for each breath, "I'm burning from... the inside, M-iss Bulma. Get Papa."
A cough rumbled her body once more, bringing Pan to her knees but the brave girl waved off Bulma's concerned arms, forcing the woman to call her father instead. With her back on the cool, tiled flooring in hopes it will calm the raging inferno within but she wasn't granted such a pleasure, the attack was continuous and the opponent was perceived as herself— making any physical actions ultimately futile. Her dark eyes disappeared from the now, hazy world as agony consumed, capturing her ability to sense all and a enemy drew near amongst the stillness of dawn.
Slowly, he circled Pan before taking a knee, brushing his fingers over the child's heated forehead, "It's begun," Uub mumbled more to himself. As he watched her in somewhat pitiful nature, shaking with another painful cough and splatter of blood droplets decorate the flooring upon her left and pleads, ascended into the air.
"Goku, can't you see it ?" Uub thought as his bronze skin tone absorbing the morning light greedily, capturing his defined physique and casting almost a angelic appearance. The reencarnation's arms were then lifted and the dome extend over the pair in silence. With still outstretched ligaments, an unearthly glow quickly transferred from Uub to Pan— enclosing her being then infiltrating in and she released an audible gasp at the sensation; the momentarily soothing received as the blazing onslaught stopped.
But before Pan could whisper in gratitude as eyelids raised and her dark eyes seen, Uub spoke in hush whispers, almost in fear Pan deduce, but of what?
"Time is of essence Pan and neither of us have much so listen closely and remember," Uub took a breath, folding his arms while starring at her with orbs of neon pink but Pan didn't seem to possess the emotion of fear.
"Look around, where are you now?" knowing better than to shuffled backwards, she let her eyes stray from Uub, observing the large kitchen within Caspule Corporation. Already noted the dome she was once again imprisoned in and no matter how much she spread her senses, all she felt was him. Catching the narrowed look; a heighten defense, Uub quickly continued.
"Like I said beforehand, this is a dimension; an area in which they can't harm you. You need to find one similar to this and continue training until the time is right."
"How would I know when that time is upon us?" Pan asked, confusion dripping from her childlike features but knowledgeable question surpasses her young age. Finally, Uub glanced away from the girl and his eyes layered- now overcasted orbs as if he was stuck in a loop of remembrance but commenting,
"It's a inescapable future but it's up to you to write it the way you want. Labelled as a mistake but that's far from the truth," He paused, "I see that now." The naturally lit hallway shouted as it raced with sound of footsteps, momentarily distracting Pan from the insightful conversation. And when the young girl glanced around, Uub had already vanished with the raise of two fingers and so did his portable dimensions. The torture once again descended now ten fold upon her little body, almost burning her organs to a crisp as she began to wheeze an aflame breath.
Collapsing, she could finally hear and feeling the haphazard energy of the Z-fighters barrelling over items while moving towards her rapidly decreasing ki. Her frame sway suddenly, in the surreal state and took her adrift. Stumbling, she was unable to regain her balance in time as her skill bashed off the edge of the nearby table. As a bodily reaction, Pan reached for the damage area subconsciously and in pain as her vision deteriorated rapidly. Black spots cascade over her line of view and she fell unconsciously, right into Vegeta's perfectly timed arms.
Vegeta held her close to his bare chest, his mind alert while simultaneously in a nebulous state as he felt her burning flesh upon his. The older saiyan didn't meant to be awake at this hour where the birds rarely chirp, but he could seem to find internal peace as if something pleaded out for him and he listened, for a handful of times in his lengthy lifespan. In astonishment, he broke his programmed routine of dress, trekking down the path in only dark blue bottoms and a tightly wrapped tail— his trademark white gloves and boots eschewed from his physique.
Then he sensed her in gargantuan waves— the young girl he's bonding with as his movements was directed towards the kitchen space. His proclamation of a little mate didn't stir well with his father, King Vegeta, as the old saiyan bellowed of fate never being so cruel of mating a man with a child and of the girl, only of quarter saiyan blood being inadequate to be his son equal but within Pan voice lay no lie. The girl had spoken to him through their forming mate connection, leaving King Vegeta in a bemused state.
His thoughts raced back towards Pan while his pace quicken as the girl ki suddenly dips drastically low— too low to pinpoint and instant transmit to. Dashing around the sharp corners as her ki danced in another alarming fashion all Vegeta saw was the impact to her cranium and he dive to her. Now she was secured in his arms —tail and all— as he hover towards the pool, ignoring the concern interspecie group members and he plunge into the freezing cold water of the early morning.
"Vegeta!" Gohan roar from amongst the crowd standing on the edge on the pool, his mystic power seeping through with each passing second as the Saiyan Prince resurface with Pan still tightly in his grasp.
"Are you trying to drown her? She completely asleep!" the older saiyan remained unspoken as Gohan raged on, alongside his mother and Bulma. Hovering, Gohan bursted towards Vegeta but was quickly intercepted by Android 17. Whispering to his power pole; it extended and Goten comically slapped his brother out of the sky, into Piccolo lengthen grasp and the Namekian immediately retreated his arms as the young man bicker until his wife was before him– a stern look plastered upon her features.
"Don't be so irrational, Vegeta won't do that."
Gohan bite back a bitter laugh starring down at Videl, "He tried to kill me many times as a child, what's the difference now?"
"Father has changed Gohan." Bulla pitch in but the oldest hybrid didn't bat a eye in her direction.
"You know nothing of your father girl, he was an enemy of my father."
Piccolo chuckle, "You might be a man now but you have so much more to learn. Most of us were enemies of Goku but who's the true villan now?"
Vegeta tuned out the various comments and rebuttals that surround him. Glancing at Pan with looks of worry— completely unlike his usual persona as if he was slowly morphing into a person opposite to himself and it was observed. Bulma couldn't believe her eyes, seeing any emotions other than rage and determination upon Vegeta's face. The older woman wonder in a disgusting light, of his sudden care towards Goku's granddaughter. The Prince, out of all people, shouldn't feel but there he was holding the child close to his wet, muscular chest and gently patting her back as she coughed, silencing the heated arguments.
"Uub.." her voice captured them as they all heard her first words. Not of gratitude, nor to superiority to shower for father with words of disappointment by his actions. She surprisingly mentioned her last known attacker making them wonder if the reencarnation was behind this assault. But then a voice fron the skies interrupted while conversely, clearing up Pan's mummer of the being's name.
"Uub was onto something.."
"Dende?" Piccolo mumbled amongst the baffled crowded as Vegeta elevated out of the large pool with Pan still within his grasp, however not a specie seem to noticed as the Prince hands tighten slightly around the girl- almost embracing her in a way he never portrayed with any before. The Prince took a seat at the edge, appearing to be in a somewhat calm state as Pan curled in his lap. Her body temperature has dropped dramatically, an large improvement however exhaustion overcame the small saiyan, making Vegeta wondering if he should let her drift asleep or throw her back in the ice cold water.
Luckily for her, he chose the latter, listening to Earth's Namekian guardian speak; educating all.
"He helped Pan and gave her a plan of some kind. We need to find another dimension according to him; a place where whatever or whoever is attacking Pan can't reach her."
Goten and Trunks exchanged knowing looks, catching on to the real meaning in that statement. There's only one place the boys were sure Pan can stay without being in any pain but there's no way Gohan would agree to it.
"Another dimension? where are you planning to take my seven year old daughter, Dende?" Gohan voice matted with thick, over protective undertones as Piccolo released the oldest hybrid and tried to blend within the scenery. The Namkeian knew exactly where Pan need to stay before for how long? The girl will surely aged by the time she gets out.
"There's only one place we know of Gohan." Dende trailed on, sympathy washing over his words like a open tap. He don't expect his old friend to take what he's about to say well.
"The Hyperbolic Time Chamber..." Videl whispered but everyone heard and Gohan was fuming.
"No! she will not go in there!"
"B-But that's the only place Gohan and she needs to be trained. Everyone else outside the chamber as well. Uub spoke as if there's danger on the horizons and I can't shake the feeling he's speaking the truth."
"Dende," Marron paused slightly uncomfortable as numerous eyes latched onto her, "Could whatever is hurting Pan be the same thing that's controlling Goku?"
The blonde's question caught many off guard. Could it all be linked? Truly, the out worldly villan seem to keep an close eye over the Z-fighters but why? what's the reason behind all this?
"I.. I'm not sure." Dende's voice came and the half android nodded, melting back into the crowd.
Videl took a bold step foward and look up at the clear blue skies. Sighing, the woman spoke on the behalf of her family, knowing whatever the Earth's guardian think is best will, by extension, be best for them all. Even if Gohan doesn't think so.
"I'll go pack Pan's things," Videl turned with a raise hand, halting Gohan's incoming rant, "You too know, this is the best decision." With that Videl walked away with Bulma and ChiChi atow. Quietly, Piccolo rest a palm on the younger man's shoulder as his head bowed in defeat.
Instead of waiting for another neverending loop of conversations Bardock spoke up- his tone held no room for discussion however, it open bags of new questions.
"The future King is the only suitable person to accompany his untouched mate, and that saiyan is Vegeta."
At that very moment Vegeta glanced at Gohan in remembrance and understanding. He was never fond of the oldest hybrid throughout his childhood but unknowingly, Gohan gain Vegeta's respect during battles against Cell and Marjin Buu. Now imaging the same man who cause him physical harm on occasions is basically stealing his only child away all because of fate. The pure breed smirked in Gohan's direction while lay a gentle hand on Pan's face, checking her temperature and watching Pan purr to his touch.
Mustering the evilest grin Vegeta can, the Prince laughing before disappearing just to get a rise out of Gohan, "She's mine now."
That's all it took for Gohan to shout in fear for his daughter and take the bait, transmitting after Vegeta. Quickly, everyone followed swimming in thoughts of all the possibilities from Vegeta's hopefully, childish actions. Silently Uub step out from the shadows after seeing all with a head full of thoughts containing hope that Pan and Vegeta will follow down the road way of destiny as he was sucked out of planet Earth and he knew exactly why.
-And on an unnamed planet, in the far corners of the galaxy the reencarnation was put to death, before two of a pair and the past saviour of the universe, Goku himself. Uub had no last words as they demanded answers for his betrayal. The young man just smiled, embracing the afterlife as purple orbs was released simultaneously from each of the pair's outstretched palms after they spat in anger and disgust,
"Destroy."
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