It had been two weeks since Vegeta offered to start training Pan again. Each morning, Pan had rolled herself out of bed, quickly tossed on suitable clothing, and scurried down to the GR just as Vegeta was warming up. Of course, in typical Vegeta style, he didn't go easy on her. Despite his apparent understanding on why she had stopped sparring, he was putting her through the ringer. Making up for lost time. By the end of just the warm up, for the first few days, Pan was already gasping for air and hunched over. Still, with Vegeta's encouragements and her new-found determination, she managed to struggle through the remaining two hours. Even if she had to crawl out at the end and spend the rest of the day in a fetial position on her bed.

In that week, Trunks had completely avoided Pan. There was no awkward fumbling of apologizes, although Bulla had reassured her he was sorry. The head of Capsule Crop was still in bed when Pan would wonder down to the GR and was always gone when she finished. He had been, successfully, avoiding her. And, for that…she was thankfully.

All her early resentment and rage had ebbed away. She was still hurt and would, most likely, never view Trunks in the same light she had, but she had forgiven him. She wasn't sure, how, why or when it happened. But, she had woken up one morning and realized…she had forgiven him. Forgiving was one thing, however, forgetting – that was a completely different story. She wasn't sure if she could ever forget what he had tried to do.

Along with her returning strength, Pan had discovered something else during her vigorous training sessions with the saiyan prince. She had fallen for him. Hard. That had been another early morning realization. Funny how simply waking up before the sun has even breached the horizon, makes you realize things you hadn't before.

It had been one morning after she had awoken from a very heated dream. She honestly didn't have a clue what possessed her to have such a provocative dream. She had woken up in her bed, her comforter tossed off the bed, clothing stripped, and pouring the sweat. Not to mention, the dull ache between her thighs. Despite being completely alone, Pan had flushed bright red at the thought on what that dull ache meant. She was quick to rush to her bathroom, and spent the next thirty minutes standing under ice cold water. Just to smother the sudden heat flushing her skin.

The rest of that day, Pan had prayed that no one noticed how off she was being. It was like she could feel everyone's judging eyes on her. Like they knew what she had dreamt about. And, more importantly, who. Just the thought of the arrogant, older saiyan had that ache between her thighs returning with a renewed vigor and had sweat gathering on her brow. She had quickly informed Bulla, who had been texting away on her phone (most likely to Goten, no matter how hard she would deny it), that she wouldn't be training with her father and if she could give him the message. She wasn't feeling well. Bulla had quickly agreed and ushered Pan back to her bedroom. And, for the next three days, Pan spent her time locked away in her bedroom. Battling the heat and pulse between her legs.

Surprisingly, Vegeta hadn't questioned her about her three-day absence. When Pan returned, he had simply instructed her on the exercises she needed to do and how many. For the entire two hours, things went on as the normally did. Except for one thing. Vegeta avoided all possible contact with Pan. Especially bare skin to skin. If she was off in her stance or done something displeasing to him, he didn't guide her like he normally done. His chest pressed against her back as he hands moved her into the proper position. Instead, he stood a good distance away, and instructed her on how to correct it herself. When they sparred, he had informed her it would only be energy blast and no hand to hand. Pan had found this odd, but didn't question it. The nagging suspicion that he knew what she had dreamt for the past few days was clawing at the back of her head. So, if he wasn't going to mention it. Neither was she.

"Again!" Vegeta instructed as he easily dodge an oncoming blast. His movements so graceful and fluid it looked like he was dancing.

Pan sneered. Twenty times now, she had attempted to touch Vegeta with her Kamehameha. And each time, he dodged it easier than the last. With each evade, he continued to bicker and snap at her. Claiming how weak and pathetic she had gotten. This, on top of not being able to touch him, was quickly causing Pan's temper to flare. Something that hadn't happened in quite some time.

When she was younger, Pan was known to have a short temper. She tended to lose her cool quickly and lash out. She was brash, aggressive, and if she didn't get her way – ill. Their friends, mainly Yamacha and Oolong, had often joked that Pan had a temper that rivaled her grandmother and Vegeta's tempers combined. But, after her parents were murdered, it was like her temper just…fizzled out. Completely vanished. She wasn't hotheaded anymore and things that normally sent her skin thrumming with anger, didn't even affect her anymore. That is – until now.

Pan cradled her hands together at her side. A bright blue ball of energy gathering between her palms. "Kame…" The blue ball began growing, "Hame…" The dark room surrounding them, began to glow from the light engulfed in her hands.

Vegeta stood on the opposite side of the room. Smirking as he watched her. Her stance was perfect. From the first Kamehameha wave she had successfully fired off since they began training again, it was always perfect. Her stance, the fluidness of the blast. All of it. The only thing she seemed to be struggling with was the force of energy behind the blast and hitting a target moving faster than her. A stationary target, didn't stand a chance against the blast unless they knew how to handle it. It was when the target was moving about and phasing around that she fumbled. The first few tries had been pathetic. She hadn't even managed to hit in the same area he had been in. Of course, his ridiculed words and apparent aggravation was simply spurring her own and making her blasts even more powerful. Over the years of training and sparring with Pan, he had learned how to make the girl prevail, to succeed where she struggled. And that…was making her angry. Like her father, her emotions played a huge key factor in her strength. The more angry, frustrated, or upset she got – the more powerful she become.

From where he stood, he could see the fire roaring behind her eyes. And in that moment, she looked every bit the beautiful saiyan warrior he knew she was. Her dark locks all wild around her delicate yet fierce features. Her lean muscles were constricting and bulging beneath her porcelain skin as she pumped more and more energy into her blast. She was breathtaking.

"…Ha." She released the blast.

This one was much faster than the others had been. Vegeta wasn't expecting the sheer speed and magnitude of her blast. His thoughts had been caught up in observing how appeasing she looked. He scolded himself from being so caught up in nonsense. He should've been paying attention.

The blast impacted. Exploding and engulfing the entire room in a blinding white light. Pan stood in her spot. A smug smile on her face. She had done it. She had finally hit the arrogant bastard! She felt like dancing. That's what the prick go for calling her pathetic and weak!

The light faded. And, where Vegeta once stood, was empty. He wasn't there. Pan's glee quickly faded. She hadn't hit him after all.

"You shouldn't leave yourself opened like that." He declared, before pouncing her from behind.

Before Pan could comprehend what had happened, Vegeta had quickly kicked her legs out from under her. Sending her falling to the floor. His heavy, muscular body pinning her own smaller, lean body. Both where gasping for air. Their warm breathes intermingling between them and brushing against the other's face. Vegeta had gathered both her arms and pinned them above her head with one hand wrapped around both her wrists. His short-clad legs were straddling her hips. Pinning her between him and the floor. Pan attempted to struggle in his hold. Desperate to break free. Vegeta only tightened his grip on her wrists in responses. Getting a small whimper from the female.

"I almost had you." Pan declared as she continued to struggle.

"Almost doesn't count in a real battle." He countered.

Pan huffed. He should at least give her some credit. She had almost hit him, mind you it had been because he as distracted, but still, almost had to count for something. And, in her defense, she thought she had hit him. Curse him and his speed. Vegeta chuckled. For a spilt second, Pan wondered if maybe she had said that allowed. The smug smirk on his face confirmed what she had thought.

Her jaw laxed as she started to bit out a snarky comment. But, she quickly realized the position they were in. Vegeta was completely engulfing her. The only part of her body not pressed between the prince and the floor was her head and it was just barely not brushing against his own. If the sudden widening of Vegeta's eyes was anything to go by, apparently, he had just realized it too. The two stared at one another. Dark eyes meeting dark. The air around them felt hot and thick. That unsettling ache settled back between her thighs and her skin was beginning to grow flushed. Her eyes flickered down to his lips. Subconsciously, licking her own.

She wasn't sure who moved in first, but she'd swear till the day she died that Vegeta moved just that much quicker. Their lips crashed together. The pink skin of their lips just barely ghosting across the other. Pan moved her head back to look in his eyes. A gasp passed from her lips and into his as she noticed the heated gaze in his eyes. Almost feral. Primal. And, before she could protest (something she never even thought of doing), his lips were back against her own. Only this time, moving rapidly and fiercely.

In all her life, Pan had only had had two proper kisses, not including the one with Trunks. The first one had been a fumbling awkward kiss during a school sporting event at thirteen. An even more awkward but less fumbling kiss at fourteen at a friend's birthday party. This kiss with Vegeta was nothing like those. They had been sloppy, a little gross, and completely unpracticed. Her mom had always told her that when you kissed someone, if you didn't feel a spark it wasn't meant to be. She hadn't felt anything with those other two. This kiss, however, sparks were practically exploding across her eye lids as he sucked her bottom lip in between his teeth. This kiss…it was everything she had ever read about and dreamed of. Depending, but not overly so. Rough yet gentle. And, completely and utterly brain wracking. Her entire body tingled from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. The tingling sensation intensifying when Vegeta's tongue slipped into her mouth and curled around her own.

A small, barely audible moan escaped from her mouth and into his own. That only seemed to spur the saiyan prince on. His lips began moving brutally against hers. Teeth clashed as tongues danced. Pan could feel her lungs burning. In desperate need of oxygen. But, she couldn't bring herself to pull away from his sinful lips. His body was pressed deliciously close to her own. The ache between her thighs growing to a steady throb. She needed something, but she couldn't quite figure out what. Her body was desperate for relief. Something. Anything to subdue the ache.

Pan's hips rolled up against Vegeta's on their own accord. That small roll of her hips, seemed to snap Vegeta from the trance he was. His lips ceased in their movements. His eyes snapping open before he pulled back. Chest heaving as he looked down at the female sprawled beneath him.

Her dark hair was fanned out all around her head. Mimicking a halo. Her cheeks were flushed. Clothes disheveled. Lips deliciously swollen and red. Her eyes were lidded as she stared up at him through black lashes. He wanted to groan at how amazing she looked. So, welcoming. Warm. Amazing. Perfect to bare his –

Vegeta whipped his body of hers so fast, she didn't notice he was gone until she heard the door hiss close behind him. Leaving her completely alone. Flushed and desperate for something she didn't know. Pan laid against the cool tile floor for the second time in two weeks. Staring up at the ceiling. What the hell had just happened?

So, I know this is a short chapter. But, I promise that the next one will be longer!

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