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A/n: I have returned! Seen all the reviews that I was dearly missed and I missed you guys too. CAPE Examinations took up all my time but I'm here again. Do enjoy this hard to write chapter.
Same age as before*
Chapter Nine: A need,
Inky pools of black fluoresce as they parted, beautified under the morning light. The gleam of the Sun seep through the gaps between leaves and branches of the overhead trees belonging to the forest, in which the pair still lay. Numerous fauna creep around, fearful to come near as their combined breath grew louder and still figures began to twitch.
Vegeta awaken firstly. A bare palm raised towards the Sun, casting a shadow over his eyes as his temples palpitate concurrently with his heart. Like a echo, Babidi's voice played on a loop within his mind, even now, where his presence is nowhere to be found. The setting spiral in ungracious twirls performed by a untrained child, various uncoordinated twists attempted and all leaving Vegeta in a blur state.
But he remembered a flicker of her and the ridiculous actions masked as bravery— but it was, and Vegeta's pride restrain to simmer that the girl had more guts than him. Scoffing, the Prince glimpse to his side at his mate to be. In a black single drop, it flow from the crown of her head and gravitating at the ends that mimick a splash at her shoulders while simultaneously, highlighting the strong Saiyan genetics. Her frame decompress with a gentle exhale as she came to, eyes fluttering momentarily but resting upon him— and emotions danced within.
Biting her bottom lip, she boosted herself upwards and looked away as she dust off— furthermore, as if she knew his prominent question, Pan spoke,
"I did what had to be done."
Vegeta prowl over with a curse on his breath, now looming over her small physique in a instant, "You know nothing about what needs to be done."
In a turn Pan closed the tiny distance between, violently poking Vegeta's tone mid-section with every word, "I've been here unlike you. I made sure they didn't kill you."
Vegeta's grasp were swift but tender contrasting greatly with the despotic words that left his lips, "I would've murdered anyone especially Kakarot with my bare hands, more so after what he did to you. They all knew that."
"You were chained!" Her hands wiggled in the chains of a grip. Frustration oozing out her pores direct towards the Future King— an emotion unexpressed to him in years, every since Planet Vegeta restoration. It was a defiant quality seen in eyes of authority; refreshing to behold even though it annoyed Vegeta to no end.
'She'll be a pest in a few years— days.' Vegeta corrected himself internally as his head dipped, eyes sealed in teal shades of fury,"Sacrificing yourself do not help the situation, girl. It doesn't!"
Vocalics convey as they spat words and an impending storm enlargen, built off their rising ki. A concoction of colours circulate the unmated pair as they speak but didn't hear; blocked by their own emotions. Attention congested; absorbed by each other; it wasn't sensed that Goten and Trunks' location shifted and were forthcoming. As if their minds were knitted, they friends landed concomitantly and followed the kis— and then the voices in silence.
—But with each step, the voices cleared and a feeling of invasion spanned over the young adult hybrids, more so Goten, that he pulled Trunks back from advancing in uncertainty.
"W—we should go back." Goten whispered with eyeballs glancing around at the forestry but Trunks merely raised a brow and trek forwards, dragging Goten along. "We shouldn't hear what they're saying to each other Trunks!" The younger of the pair half-yelled.
"Gohan will kill us if we don't return with Pan. You know this." Trunks shoot back in a calm tone, his grip still slack giving Goten the opportunity to leave.
"And your father will kill both of us for invading his privacy!" Goten rebuttal, bringing them to a hault as Trunks spun and stared at him with a face screaming, 'Oh shit, you're right.'
Goku's second son was ready to claim his true moment of victory for finally being right as suddenly, Pan and Vegeta's combined voices bellowed. The hybrid friends heard their words but was astonished by one, by a character they didn't grew knowing his feelings mirroring everyone else. Sparingly, Trunks considered what else his father solidified being a steel persona— what more do the mysterious warrior cared about unseen by all. Until now that is.
"It was necessary!" Pan's hair flicker gold.
"I need you to be safe damnit. I need you!" Vegeta shouted punching the thick bark of the forest greenery. His proximity to Pan were a breath away, the aura tickling her face as she scanned his features in awe, engrossed by the rapid change from teal to green iris. The young girl wasn't sure to inhale at the sight of familiar power of Super Saiyan three but his hair never switched to the river of gold. The Prince failed to utter words possibly shell shocked at his own revelation but she didn't pressure him. Without glancing away, she placed her little palms upon Vegeta's jawline, brushing her finger tips softly in a vertical motion.
"I will do the same that you do for me."
That's when Pan saw a fraction of him truly. As if she was behind the dilapidating door once again, the hurt boy was seen within those green orbs and it's brut power no longer place caution within her, and she wrapped her arms around him— as far and as tightly as she could. But before Goten lay a palm upon Trunks' frozen figured, Vegeta reciprocate Pan's actions with less of a grip, but it tighten something around his son's heart.
—And the friends vanished.
Pan and Vegeta arrived upon the Lookout greeted by a scene of chaos of broken tiles, a sheet of floating dust particles clouding visuals and airways, as well as shouting people. All soon settle as the unmated pair were ushered off with new, more durable training gear from Bulma and Bulla, and they matched with a under suit, painted in grey, the familiar chest plate above paired alongside white gloves and boots.
It all fitted similar to the previous armour but Pan seemed to be drowning in the clot. The girl didn't care one bit, spinning before Vegeta with a big smile as she recognized the identical suit on him— his responding actions however, didn't shone so brightly as hers. Nonetheless Pan's emotions never dim, fully accepting his smirk at her antics with a brighter smile that only gripped Trunks' heart tighter.
Marron reach out for him as she noticed his expression but the second oldest hybrid stalked off, bothered by the sight, leaving two worried of the usually happy Saiyan-Human hybrid.
The Z-Gang bid Pan and Vegeta farewell by the doorway of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, the door still possessing a eerie power as many showered Pan with head pats, hugs, good wishes and kisses from Bulla and Goten, her parents Gohan and Videl and surprisingly, only to Vegeta it seemed, from Android 17. However their closeness were clearly identify as the two traded a secret hand shake on the spot before the Android kneeled and pressed his lips against her forehead— not before glancing Vegeta's way and gave Pan a final bounce.
"Give him hell," He said with a smile and the girl returned it coupled with a nod then dashed to the Prince's side, slipping her palm in his. Vegeta's eyes followed Android 17 as he stood— with the expectation of actions of anger, the Prince shock everyone with a simple nod at the droid and looked away. Jealousy didn't stir within as most thought— it was his last wish after all.
So with a bag full of capsules upon his shoulders, they turned away from the crowd as Mr. Popo open the door and the vast canvas of white began to pour out, as if the chamber was mobile and they took steps forward.
The last thing Vegeta saw was his son saluting two fingers and the Prince responded with his own.
The final aural sound were Pan's parents shouting good luck and love you's to her before the door shut behind them.
—And all remained were Pan and Vegeta, a world of white pulling them forth and the thought of fourteen days to prepare, shoving the pair forward.
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