Pan begin to stir as the sunlight poured in from her window, hitting her in the face. She scrunched up her nose and pulled the cover up over her head. There was no way she was getting out of bed, for some reason she felt so at ease and wasn't going to dare move from her spot. Pan snuggled closer to her pillow. That was strange it was incredibly warm and didn't really feel like her pillow. It was firmer than her pillow and felt more like skin than cotton. But Pan didn't give it a second thought before she dozed back off into a peaceful sleep.

A sudden movement caused Vegeta to stir awake. He opened his eyes, only to slam them shut again. Damn sunlight, I thought I had the curtains closed. He thought to himself as he opened his eyes again. His room seemed a lot brighter than he was used to, normally he liked his room dark and cold. Maybe he had forgotten to close the curtains last night.

Slowly, Vegeta began to raise up out of the bed. When something wrapped closer to him and refused to let the saiyan prince up. Vegeta looked down and almost jumped, before he realized where he was at. He was still in Pan's room. Well, that explained why this room was brighter than his own. He looked down at the sleeping girl still clinging to his waist. She appeared to still be sound asleep. He smirked when he saw the way she was laying. Despite having pulled the covers earlier, Pan had managed to kick them off her once more and was laying sprawled out all over her bed. Her right arm was still clinging tight to the prince and her head buried into his right side. The sleeping shirt she wore, had rose up to below her bra line giving Vegeta a nice view of her still tone and trimmed stomach. Her sweatpants hung from the side of the bed, she must have taken them off in her sleep, leaving in her only in a pair of purple lacey undergarments. Vegeta turned his head quickly not wanting to see the young girl in nothing but her underwear.

Vegeta carefully removed her arm from his waist and stood up. He adjusted his sweatpants and turned to leave from Pan's room. Once he made it to the door, he stopped, turned around and got one last look at the sleeping saiyan before he smirked and left her room.

The hissing of Pan's door opening and closing caused her to wake up once more. She slowly opened her eyes to see if someone had come into her room, only to see she was alone. Groaning as she rolled onto her side, tugging her shirt down, and gazing at the alarm clock on her night stand, 9:30. She groaned again, it was way too early for her to be up. She hadn't been up before 10:30 since she graduated from high school. Pan decided to try and fall back asleep. She laid there for another thirty minutes before she gave up on falling back asleep. She sat up slowly in her bed, stretching her arms and yawning.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, scratching her head. She could tell just from the feel of it that she had epic bed head. Her bare feet touched the ice cold floor causing a shiver to erupt throughout her body. She placed her hands down on her legs and realized that she must have removed her sweatpants sometime in the night. Pan sat in silence for a few moments, remembering the dream she had the previous night. She began squeezing her legs as tears threatened to spill onto her cheeks. No! She wasn't going to cry; she was stronger than this. She had done enough crying these past few years, she was tired of crying. She wiped away the tears and stood up, grabbing her sweatpants on the way. She put on her sweatpants and pulled her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head. Then Pan began her morning routine. She worked the same routine every morning. First, she would make her bed. Next, she gathered all her dirty clothes from the night before and placed them in the hamper in her bathroom. Third, she would do a few pushups and jumping jacks to get herself good and awake. She didn't really train anymore, but sometimes exercising or training was the only peace she seemed to gain. After she would do her little morning workout, she would take a quick shower.

Once Pan quickly showered, she put on a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tank top. Her long ebony hair hanging down her back, dripping water on her back. She used her ki to quickly dry her hair and then headed downstairs for some breakfast.

When Pan walked into the kitchen, she saw Bulla and Vegeta sitting at the kitchen table. Bulla sat with her back turned to Pan and was texting away on her phone, oblivious to Pan's appearance. Vegeta sat in front of Pan, slowly sipping on his coffee. Pan mentally smirked. Despite Vegeta's constant bickering and annoyance at certain "earthling customs", drinking coffee was one that Vegeta had enjoyed for as long as Pan could remember.

"What are you smirking at brat?" Vegeta asked harshly, his coffee mug raised halfway to his lips.

"Oh nothing." Pan smiled, walking over to see what the kitchen bots were cooking. Eggs and bacon. Good, something she enjoyed. Pan walked over to the cabinets, grabbing a glass, and then poured herself some orange juice before sitting down next to Bulla. Bulla was still texting away on her phone, an enormous grin plastered onto her face.

"Looks like someone's got a crush." Pan teased, taking a sip from her orange juice.

Bulla finally put her phone down, sticking her tongue out at her best friend. "Do not, I'm just talking to a friend." She replied as the kitchen bots sat her plate down in front of her.

"Yeah, a boyfriend." Pan mocked back. She didn't know why, but for someone reason she felt amazing. Perhaps it was the amazing night sleep she had last night. Bulla only responded with a light punch to Pan's arm, causing both girls to laugh. Vegeta just grunted and continued sipping on his coffee, taking a bite of bacon ever once in a while.

"Speaking of boys, are you ready for your date with Trunks tonight?" Bulla asked, grinning as she took a bite of her own food.

Pan almost choked on the eggs she had just placed in her mouth. She had totally forgotten about the date with Trunks. Her amazing mood just got a large damper on it. "Uh, actually I don't think I'm…" Pan began but Bulla interrupted her.

"Pan Son, you are not getting out of this date! This could be good for you, come on! You've not been out of the house since you graduated. Please, just give it a shot. You never know, it could be fun." Bulla half scolded and half begged.

"Fine…" Pan huffed, taking another bite of food.

Bulla squealed, "Great! I'm doing your hair and makeup. I'll also loan you an outfit! But, I'm going out right now. I'll see you when I get back." And with that, Bulla stood up and ran out the kitchen leaving Pan and Vegeta alone.

The room immediately began to feel intensely awkward. Vegeta just sat in silence across from Pan. It almost seemed like Vegeta was furious. Pan didn't know why, but she always picked up this vibe from him that usually she only picked up whenever a boy flirted with Bulla or Trunks had royally pissed off his father. Pan just shrugged her shoulders, she was sure it was just the fact that Bulla most likely ran off to meet a boy.

Vegeta was fuming. He didn't know why, but when Bulla had mentioned that Pan had a date with Trunks it made his blood boil. All he wanted to do was demand the girl wasn't going and that was that. He almost had, but he stopped himself. This was Pan, he had no control over her; plus who she dated was none of his concern, if she wanted to go out with his pathetic excuse for a son then so be it. From the looks of it however, Pan didn't look to enthusiastic about going out with Trunks. Then another thought occurred to him and it infuriated him even more. If that idiot brat of his done anything to hurt her, he would make sure that his son would pay for it. Pan had been through enough and was, what was the earthling term, walking on egg shells? To everyone else Pan seemed fine, but Vegeta knew she wasn't. Vegeta knew that each and every morning Pan plastered a fake smile on her face to hide her real emotions. He had seen her break down more than once. Usually the break downs occurred when she was in the gravity room, training with him. However, here recently Pan had stopped coming to train. It hurt him a little, he secretly missed their little scrimmages. Pan was the only person, since Kakarot, to get him pumped for a fight. She was the only one who could make him aim to be better. She was the only one that made him proud when she accomplished something. The only one he…No! He couldn't go down that road. Needing to spend some time to fight his inner battles, Vegeta stood up, placed his plate into the dishwasher and headed towards the gravity room.

Pan was completely alone now. It didn't really bother her though. Sometimes being alone was just the medicine to cure her. So, Pan sat there quietly and enjoyed the rest of her breakfast. Once she had finished her breakfast, she placed her plate and glass into the dishwasher, and headed towards the living area for some R&R with her favorite TV shows.

Pan honestly didn't know how long she laid there just watching TV. She had lost count of how many episodes she had watched. But really she didn't care. All she cared about was maintaining a normal day until tonight. Then, she didn't know what all would happen. However, she did dread it. It wasn't that she didn't like Trunks, it was just she knew how he was with women. Living here for six years had taught Pan that Trunks was quite the womanizer. She couldn't count how many women she had seen the CEO bring home or have wrapped around his neck. All the women were usually the same. Each had curves for days, they were gorgeous, and usually had skimpy outfits on, leaving little to wonder. They were all insanely beautiful. Everything Pan wasn't. She just couldn't figure out what it was that Trunks saw about her. She wasn't the confident and beautiful woman that Trunks usually chased after. Pan was plain and simple. Sure she had curves, a nice smile, and long legs or so she was told. But she didn't ooze confidence or walk with pride. All of Pan's confidence and pride had disappeared when she lost everyone.

After a few more episodes of some cooking show that had come on, Pan finally decided she had had enough. She turned the TV off and laid in silence with her eyes closed. Her whole body tensed when she heard a loud crash come from upstairs. Her saiyan instincts sending her into overdrive, she quickly jumped up and raced up the stairs. What had caused such a large crash? Bulla wasn't home or if she was she hadn't heard her come in. Trunks was most likely home, but who knew where he was at. That just left Vegeta and he had been in GR room. Pan took the stairs two at a time before she reached the top of the stairs. She looked down the hallway to the left and then to the right when she heard another thump coming from the right. This time, walking slowly, she made her way down the hallway until she reached the elbow to another hallway. She pressed against the wall, trying to hide herself. She could make out some voices.

"You had better not hurt her…" A deep, raspy male's voice spoke. Was that Vegeta? Who was he talking too? And who was he talking about? "If you so much as lay an unwanted finger onto her, I will make you suffer. I don't care if you're my own flesh and blood, I will not tolerate you hurting her." She was positive it was Vegeta now.

Pan peaked around the corner, trying to get a better view. Pan gasped in shock. Vegeta had Trunks pinned against the wall. Vegeta's arm was pressed against the younger man's throat and his other hand raised back in a fist, preparing to attack. The look on Vegeta's face was absolute rage. What had Trunks done to make Vegeta so furious? Trunks looked like he wished he could disappear through the wall. Both his hands were raised up in defense. His shoulders were shrugged forward and the look on his face was absolute terror.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Trunks tried to defend himself. But Vegeta wasn't having it. He grabbed Trunks again and slammed him against the wall, the wall cracking from the force.

"Don't play me for a fool boy, you know exactly what and who I am talking about! That girl is hurt as it is. YOU are not going to hurt her." Vegeta hissed, shoving Trunks once last time before he let go and marched down the hallway towards Pan.

Pan jumped back and begin panicking. She couldn't let Vegeta know she had been ease dropping on their conversation. She frantically looked around, trying to find somewhere to hide. There was a door down from her right. She wasn't sure what room it was, but really she didn't care. All she was concerned about was getting out of Vegeta's war path, she knew all too well what happened to people who got in his line of fire. She ducked into the room and tried to conceal her energy.

Her breathing was slow and uneasy, she placed her hands over her mouth and waited. She could hear footsteps coming down the hallway, getting closer to her hiding spot. With each loud thump down the hallway her heart jumped twice. It wasn't that she was afraid of what Vegeta would do to her if he found out that she was ease dropping, it was that he was fuming. Everyone knew that when Vegeta lost his temper you got out of dodge. Over the years, he had learned to gain a better control over his temper. When Bulma had left, he hadn't even raised his voice. Pan could almost count on one hand how many times he had flipped over the past few years. But, everyone knew that when he did lose his temper you did everything in your power to get out of his way.

The footsteps got louder and finally they thumped past her. The breath Pan had been holding finally escaped her lips. That had been too close. When she was younger she would have gladly taken on the challenge, but now she knew she had no hope nor any desire to fight. All fighting brought any of her friends and family was hurt and heartbreak. Something kept bugging Pan as she sat in that small broom closet. Who was the girl Vegeta had been referring too? And what was Trunks going to do to hurt her? Was he talking about her? No, that was impossible. Vegeta could care less about Pan and her feelings. All Vegeta was concerned with was training and that was it. Maybe he was talking about Bulla. Pan just brushed it off and boiled it down to it being Bulla who he was talking about.

Pan was so lost in her thoughts she didn't hear the footsteps heading towards the door until it was too late. Pan jumped as the door hissed open, revealing one of the young house maids standing in the door. Pan's presences must have scared the young maid as much as the young maid scared Pan because they both jumped.

"Oh my! Miss Pan, you startled me!" The young maid's sweet voice rung out. The mop she had once been holding now laid lazily on the ground.

"Sorry Trisha, I was uh…looking for something." Pan stuttered, rubbing the back of her head as a faint crimson blush spread across her cheeks.

"It's quite alright Miss Pan, but what are you looking for in the broom closet, in the dark?" Trisha asked, puzzled.

"Uh, nothing it was nothing." Pan said, the blush on her face deepening. Pan quickly stood up, grabbing the discarded mop and handed it back to the maid. She apologized once more for startling the maid and headed on down the hallway.

Pan made her way back down to the kitchen. Her stomach grumbling in protest for disregarding lunch. Deciding against activating the kitchen bots, she walked over the fridge and browsed for something to eat. After finding some ingredients she would need, she started preparing her lunch. As Pan worked, she hummed a slight tone. She smiled faintly as she remembered her mother and grandmother doing the same. She could remember the way her grandmother and mother would sway as they prepared their meals. Both would have an amazingly warm smile plastered on their face. A sharp pain stabbed at Pan's heart. She missed them both so much. Even after all these years, Pan still found it hard to realize that they were gone for good. It was unbelievable painful for her. She was the only one left, besides her Uncle Goten. But he was always so busy with work that he only had time to visit every once in a while.

Vegeta walked down the hallway, a damp towel wrapped around his neck. Sweat covered his brow and glistened his bare chest. After his run in with Trunks, he needed some way to release all the rage. So, he done what the saiyan prince has always done to let out anger, train. He had managed to get quite the workout in in just that short amount of time. But his blood was still boiling. It had been an absolute accident that he had discovered Trunks' little plan for the younger saiyan girl. Vegeta had been in one of the training rooms when the phone started ringing. The phone rung continuously and eventually got on Vegeta's nerves. So, he answered it. About the same time, he answered, someone else must have picked up on the other end of the house.

"Trunks? Is that you?" Vegeta heard one of Trunks' idiotic friends ask.

"Yeah, it's me. What's up?" Trunks replied.

"So are you doing it tonight or what?" The friend asked, laughing at the end. Vegeta almost hung up, caring less about what his brat could be planning to do tonight.

"Yeah, she said yes! We're going out tonight about 6:30." Who was this girl they were talking about? Was it Pan? Vegeta had overheard Bulla discussing with Pan about a date tonight with Trunks.

"Awesome dude! That girl is some nice piece of ass, are you planning on sealing the deal afterwards?" The friend asked. What deal was Trunks going to be sealing?

Trunks laughed, "I'm going to try. But I've got Marron waiting on me too. After I'm done with Pan, I'm taking Marron to that concert downtown if the plan works."

The friend laugh, "Ah man, you're the best! Pan will be completely oblivious. So she doesn't know that you're only taking her out because you're trying to make Marron jealous?"

Vegeta was absolutely furious. He wanted to grab both his idiot son and his friend through the phone and beat them senseless. Was his son really that low that he would use another woman's feelings to gain the affection of another? Vegeta didn't listen to the conversation after that and slammed the phone down, caring less if Trunks and his friends knew that he had been ease dropping. Right afterwards, Vegeta raced out of the room set on finding Trunks and hopefully beating some sense into him.

Now, he was making his way to the kitchen. His stomach was grumbling protests. Vegeta stopped when he entered the kitchen. Pan was standing at the stove, swaying her hips back and forth as she cooked. Her head bobbing up and down as she hummed some unknown tune. With each bob of her head, her hair would bounce. Vegeta smirked, she was oblivious to him standing there. His eyes almost mesmerized by the way her hips swung back and forth. He couldn't help himself from staring at the young saiyan. He couldn't explain why but this young girl would awaken something primal inside of him. She could awaken his true saiyan side with just her presence. Sometimes he would have to do everything in him to not jump her and claim her as his own. Had they still been on his home planet, she would have been well over age to be claimed. But he would get his thoughts in order before he had the chance to do something drastic. He would never force himself on a woman who wasn't interested. Not only was it morally wrong but it would be shameful to his family name. His father would have disowned him had he ever forced some woman into something they clearly didn't want. Vegeta watched Pan for a few more minutes before deciding to make his presence known.

"What are you cooking, woman?" His voice caused Pan to jump back. The girl obviously startled, lost her balance and landed with a thud on the floor. Vegeta just chuckled.

Pan looked up to see Vegeta standing in the doorway, arms crossed across his chest, and a smug look plastered on his face. It took everything in her to keep her from losing her temper. But one look at the smirk plastered on Vegeta's face caused something inside of Pan to kick in. Butterflies began fluttering in her stomach, her hands begin to get all clammy, and a faint blush flushing her cheeks.

"That wasn't funny, Vegeta." Pan fumed as she stood up from her spot on the ground. Pan carefully checked her food, before deciding it was done. She placed her food onto a plate and sat down at the table. "There's probably enough food for you if you want."

Vegeta walked over to the counter top, eyeing the food. He didn't know that Pan could cook. Which if she was anything like her grandmother, the girl could make a meal out of anything but whether or not it tasted good was the question.

"It's not going to kill you, try it. You can't judge a book by its cover." Pan answered, taking a bite of her own food.

Vegeta just grunted, grabbed some food and then sat down across from Pan. They ate in silence for a while. Pan keeping her gaze down on her plate, a faint blush spread on her cheeks. Vegeta smirked, was he causing her to blush or was she embarrassed that he had seen her fall? Either way, he would do it again to see that delicious crimson color on her cheeks. Vegeta finished his plate, placed it in the dishwasher, and the left for a shower.

Pan sunk down in her chair. She really hoped that Vegeta hadn't seen her staring or the blush that she could tell was keeping her cheeks warm. She could hear someone coming into the kitchen. She really hoped it wasn't Trunks.

"Pan is that you in the kitchen?" She could hear Bulla call for her. Pan sighed with relief.

"Yeah." Pan replied as she walked over to clean up her dishes. She quickly rinsed off her plate and the cooking ware she had used to cook the meal with. Once she rinsed them off, she placed the dishes into the dishwasher. By the time she was done, Bulla had popped into the kitchen.

"Are you ready for your date? I got you the most gorgeous dress and shoes to wear!" Bulla squealed in delight, showing Pan the bags she had in her arms as she spoke.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Pan sighed, following Bulla up to her room. Let the hell begin, was the only thing Pan could think as she walked up the stairs.