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Chapter Ten: Year One
The whiteness of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber digest Pan, much so that Vegeta's question echoed through the blank space but never registered within her mind. Her eyes were big and wide accompanied by her jaw, ajar. She emulate childlike actions as the surroundings were absorbed— from the bedrooms to her right and the magically replenish food stock in the kitchen, on the left. The grandness of the tiling spread outwards as Pan stepped forward, drawn to the great white beyond, moving down the steps in silence and studying the gigantic Sands of Time— and it's content already began to fall from one, and fill the other.
The room thrust a similar sensation of being within Uub's dome Pan acknowledge, trying to see the end of the white but none found. The youngest hybrid turned— now to realize the distance between her and the sanctuary; now in the mist of the white but the Prince of All Saiyan's eyes were rooted upon her, as if his gaze never left her trekking physique since the first steps inside or maybe, of that question she was yet to hear and respond. Vegeta was seated upon the last of the three steps with a neutral expression and the bag beside— not of aggravation or delight were displayed as he mouthed for her to come.
The approach brew a flame within and the hybrid glanced away now before him, her black irises settled to her shoes. Pan know not what to expect from this man— and maybe that's why her father, Gohan, nerves bubbled because he didn't as well. The Prince were nice enough in her vague memories and saved her twice since his returned— he claimed how important her presence were to him in the forest but that was before the chamber; before he became her teacher.
But, Vegeta didn't seem to morphed himself into someone different— another aspect of himself based solely on a single emotion. No, he remained all the same as he spoke and in the back of her mind, Pan's own words circled as her head jerk upwards and she fixate on him.
'You know not of what to expect.'
"Don't venture in the Chamber, that's the first rule." He wasn't looking down but straight at her, even when her head was bowed. Equality, it screamed and Pan agreed with a nod at his words howbeit, Vegeta pressed on as his movements closen with a face eeriely blank as ever, as he asked the almost forgotten question.
"Why do you act like a child now?"
Pan blink, her message replayed internally nearly taunting her but it was all true. She didn't anticipate those words from him, or anyone that is.
"I am a child. I'll act my age." Came her rebuttal but Vegeta's eyes narrowed and Pan became unsure as he seemed to zero in on her and a specific emotion to exhibit.
"You didn't behave as a seven year old child outside," Vegeta countered, leaning backwards to prop his elbows upon the second staircase with an unchanged face. He looked like a King upon his thrown— born to rule even without all the fine jewels. Pan then noticed of the Prince lips unmoving and his watchful gaze attached, almost painted on her skin but it's not his focus that birth an uncomfortable feeling; it was the intentions hidden behind his dark orbs and it initiate shifting, from feet to feet.
"Can we spar now?" Is all she wanted to whine, to spectate actions mirroring that of a child but the young girl couldn't. She knew better. Vegeta wanted a explanation and she couldn't distract him in ways she did her past teachers and ultimately, her answer were forthcoming— hoping the wrath of the Saiyan Prince remain dormant for now, for not responding sooner.
"They wouldn't have trained me properly or at all if I act my age," Vegeta didn't move a muscle as Pan articulate but then again, this is a Saiyan of very few external gestures excluding fighting alongside the cemented emotions, therefore the lack of it should be good— is all Pan hoped as she proceeded free flowingly. "You're right, most times I don't act like seven but name anyone from the Z-fighters that will willingly train a young child, female too and with a father like mine?"
Pan rubbed the back of her head in an indistinguishable Goku fashion, truely that Vegeta nearly lost his stoney composure and luckily the girl's eyes were casted away in remembrance— and Vegeta wasn't sure who to thank for that.
"Papa," Pan pause twisting towards him with the slip of her tongue and grimace, in which she cut her monologue short. "He wanted a princess daughter, Vegeta and I disappointed him greatly. Now he's fearful of my every motion, bitter towards my teachers and upset that my life mirror the many mentors I have around me."
Pan took a shakey breath and steady herself, "I wanted to be like all of you. Strong, prideful and swift. I dreamt of fighting you— both against and beside, and now I'm here, so fight me Vegeta, Prince of All Saiyans. Let me show you all I've learn and then teach me from here; better my wrongs and shortcomings."
The girl held out a gloved palm to him, her face set. Vegeta was proud, though he won't show nor speak it currently, this is all a valuable teaching moment— but the Prince was nonetheless. The quarter hybrid possess a heart of a pure-breed, one of the dangerous females seen back at his home planet. She mimick them perfectly— and so, he accepted her hand and the challenge she lay before him. Directing her towards the endless white surface, Vegeta observe her preparation with folded arms in his usual form, from her strong stance and calm posture he scrutinized.
This was serious to the girl; ergo it was equally as important to him. Vegeta knew Pan won't leave this area until she couldn't— and as a teacher and soon to be mate, his blood pulsate with respect and pride for the young warrior. Now, all remaining to be seen if her techniques will follow through.
And thus Vegeta dipped into a stance of his own, readying himself then shouted towards Pan as the Sands of Time poured grain by grain, filling at the bottom and stating that of day one; year one. Pan will be eight when this fight ends, Vegeta noted flexing his gloved phalanges.
'She'll be eight years of age after this. She'll be stronger and wiser— and one year closer of being mine.' Smirking Vegeta took her head on as Pan phased out it seems but it was only her speed. He saw her of course however, was impressed. 'This fight will last,' Vegeta thought, countering Pan's first blow with a block of his forearm and shooting a ki blast with the other. She kicked it away simply and came at him again but in a different fashion, testing for a weak spot while not too far away, there were dazzling lights of yellow upon explosion, in which the blast fell.
A miniscule smile slither on Vegeta's face but the unmated pair didn't noticed. Pan was too focus on making her mate proud and Vegeta, of being just that.
With a force of only heighten ki level, the Prince pushed the youngest hybrid back, wavering her stance only by a fraction and less than a complete second but it was a large enough opening and he capitalize on it. In a swat of a hand, Vegeta summoned clusters of ki blast which drew a incomplete circle, on the now blemish surface as Pan sprinted— dodging quickly just as Piccolo taught her— and almost immediately, the mark dissipated, restoring the clean white.
Vegeta remain unfazed, his blasts everlasting as he kept her at bay, waiting for a misstep— another minor fault in her quick decisions but Pan had so much more to disclose— and next came a trick from another teacher. Pan feet slapped against the flooring as she halt, escaping a few blasts as it was unlikely even to the Prince, that she would do such an action. Undoubtedly, the blast switched direction and regained it's initial target but Pan's stance widen a bit farther and arms stretched, planted to the spot as the last blast bulleted pass her ears, and the other aimed at her chest.
—But she utter one word and dominance of the match changed.
"Block."
Halfway down her forearms phosphorescence. It wasn't white but that of silver and so were the wall, nearly unseen in a setting like this and the blast ricocheted of the surface, shooting back with more speed and precision that than it forthcome with. And so, Pan finally cracked the unfazed persona as Vegeta's orbs widen, a curse drop from his lips and he phased out, now in the air to avoid the returning blast. He ogle at her in astonishment— a mistake to be surprised, he of all should expect anything.
The silvery glimmer of her arms never disappear, more so as Pan split into eights of herself, capturing Vegeta into a box of some kind, even within air and releasing an abundance of red beams, striking him at many angles. The Prince fell to the surface, the unexpectedness now masked by determination as his armour obtain burns and holes in some places.
"As the Prince, I want a proper battle from you. As my mate, you better take me seriously." Pan regarded him with annoyance and hurt, she deserves more than a few sloppy ki blasts to test her strength. She was more than that and by the end of today, she'll show him that.
"Fight me Vegeta, come at me as if I'm your worst enemy," A flame burned within her eyes as Pan powered up and the silver aura magnified in luminosity but she paid it no mind. Her stare was locked on Vegeta, in need of one thing.
"Respect me enough to fight me properly."
The legendary power of Super Saiyan claimed Vegeta. His flame hair of yellow; an aura of melted gold. Eyes of teal glue to her, inspecting for fear or uncertainty but Pan only smiled and held her ground. She was ready to learn; and now, Vegeta could teach.
With raise fist Pan shout, "Come at me!"
—And Vegeta came in a burst of light, switching to Super Saiyan two and Pan's cheeks began to pain from the glorious grin upon her face.
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