The girls returned about two hours later. Both their arms loaded down with shopping bags. All of which, were mostly for Pan. Even though, Bulla had splurged some as well. Purchasing a few new outfits for herself. Today's shopping spree had been revolved around Pan and not her. Both girls were smiling gleefully as the waltzed into the dome shaped office. Their loud laughter catching the attention of a few workers lobbying around in the lower layer of the house.

It wasn't the laughter they were gawking at. That was a common occurrence for inhabitants entering the building. Especially Ms. Bulma's friends. It was the beaming brunette that they were all staring at. For her entire stay, here, they had never once seen her smile. Her expression was always blank, far off, or sullen. She constantly had this brooding aura surrounding her. But now, there she was…smiling and laughing away like it was the common thing in the world.

"Bulla!" Pan scolded as the headed up the stairs. She didn't want to hear about Bulla's dream concerning her Uncle in a very compromising situation. Bulla may not care to hear about Pan's dream about her father, but she wasn't Bulla.

"What?" Bulla laughed, "You had those thoughts about my dad. It's only fair I share my thoughts on one of your family members."

Pan laughed, "Yeah, but I've not got mental problems like you. Most people, normal people, don't want to hear sexual stories concerning family."

Bulla looked over her shoulder, sticking her tongue out in a childlike manner. Resulting in another fit of laughter from the dark haired saiyan.

They made their way up the stairs, Bulla stumbled a few times and sending the girls into another bout of giggles.

Pan felt amazing. She was happy, for the first time in a while. Her cheeks hurt from smiling so much and her stomach ached from all the laughter. It was just like old times. Like all the hurt, pain, and grief hadn't occurred and they had simply been two friends on a shopping spree. It felt good.

"Go change." Bulla instructed when they reached Pan's bedroom door. "I'll take care of all the rest." She winked before continuing down the hall.

The bedroom door hissed open as she walked into dark room. The colorful bags slid off her arms and slumped on the hard wood floor. Pan's hand searched along the white wall, searching for the light switch. Smiling in triumph when she felt the switch beneath her fingertip, she flipped on the light. She squinted her eyes in attempts to adjust to the sudden light.

When her eyes adjusted to the light, she grabbed one of the bags, containing the outfit Bulla had instructed (more like threatened) that she wear, and walked to her bathroom. She had proclaimed all day down how much she didn't think Bulla's plan was going to work. After all, Vegeta had spent the past week avoiding her. But, deep down, a part of her hoped…no, prayed…that it did. That all too familiar warmth spreading throughout her stomach and to the lower part of her body.

Pan shook her head. Clearing those tempting thoughts from her brain and removed her clothes. She tossed her discarded hooded jacket and jeans into the hamper and pulled on the cut-off jean shorts and white halter top. The hem of the shorts barely covered her ass cheeks and the halter only reached down a centimeter below her bra. Due to a neglect of laundry, she had been forced to wear the lingerie Bulla had given her.

Fully dressed, she turned around and faced the mirror above her sink. A breath hitched in her throat. She looked…good. And, she liked it. The outfit was a little exposing, but she felt confident. Like she could conquer the world. That constant nagging self-doubt was nowhere to be seen. She smiled. Maybe, just maybe, Bulla's plan would work after all.

Vegeta had sensed the girls' arrival before her heard the laughter. Something inside of him shifted when he heard that sweet sound of Pan's bubbling giggles. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever heard. It spread a warmth throughout his entire being, that dipped down past his stuttering heart and down into his soul. He closed his eyes. Attempting to image the breathtaking smile that would accompany that laugh.

It had been so long since he had seen her smile. Since he had seen her be genuinely happy. Used to, Pan had been just like her grandfather. That signature Son smile spread across her lips every time you seen her. The only time she didn't seem to smile was when she was rustled and her anger caused her blood to run warmer. Before the accident, he wasn't entirely sure if he had ever seen her cry. Upset, yes…even hurt. But never, gut wrenching sobs that wracked her entire being and left her gasping for air. Those, he was certain, he had been the only ones to truly witness them. Around everyone else, she just shut down. Completely numb and lack of response of any kind. It wasn't until she was alone, or thought she was, that she broke down. That her iron clad walls crumbled beneath her resolve and she fell to her knees. Screaming at the top of her lungs as hot tears pooled from her eyes. That's how he often found her in the GR. Screaming to her throat nearly bleed and was so raw it left her hoarse for days. Not even her nightmare had gotten that form of response from her.

He had lost count the times he had silently held her, allowing her to scream into his shoulders as his shirt absorbed her tears. Afterwards, they never spoke of their meetings. No one knew how bad Pan was truly hurting. They all suspected and even questioned him, but he refused to indulge in any information. It had never been verbally spoken between them that her breakdowns remain secret, but it didn't need to be. Pan didn't want anyone to see her be weak, it went against her code. She never wanted others to view her as weak and he knew that at first it had bothered her that he had witnessed her at her lowest. So, he remained silent.

His hands grasped the arm of his chair tightly. Her overwhelming sweet scent was coming from under the door. She was upstairs now, most likely standing outside her door. The laughter was even louder now. Slowly, he moved from his chair and walked to his door. He wouldn't open it. He simply didn't trust himself too. But, he could listen. He placed his ear against the door and strained to hear. Even just the smallest giggle. Just anything of that intoxicating sound that jarred his very being. He was rewarded delectable with a giggle, before her heard muffled voices. A short conversation and then, footsteps – Bulla – walking down the hallway.

Vegeta slumped against the door. His fists clenched painfully against the cool metal door. His eyes firmly shut as he struggled with the stirring behind his navel. Her smell was even more overbearing at his door. It was like a mixture of sweetness and spice. Like the most succulent fruit that left the mouthwatering for more. And God, did he want more. He craved it.

His door slide open. Startling the saiyan prince, who had been completely caught up in his treacherous thoughts. Bulla flinched back, obviously not expecting to find her father literally on the other side of his door. She stared at him, mouth slightly opened.

"What?" He snapped.

Bulla's shocked features fell into a scowl, almost identically to his own, "You don't have to be so ill!" She retorted.

Vegeta sneered, "What do you want?"

Bulla cocked her hip and rested her hand on her hip. Just like Bulma used to do when she was preparing to give him a tongue lashing. "We're having a movie night." He opened his mouth to protest, "No! I don't care what lame ass excuse you have to give!" Her features morphed into a murderous glare that caused a cool shiver up his spine, "And, You. Will. Be. There." She hissed, before turning on her heel. "I'll drag you down there if I have too, tie you the chair, and staple your eyelids open if I have to."

Vegeta watched his daughter's retreating form. She may look just like her mother, but she had a wicked streak in her identically to his father. Even her threats were enough to send a chilling apprehension through his body. It didn't matter the threat; he was fully aware that she would more than deliver. At times, her menacing sneer and harsh threats made him proud. Especially when it scared off a hormonal boy who thought he stood a chance. But, he wasn't too keen on it when he was on the receiving in of said threats and sneers. He was almost certain that just one murderous glare from Bulla, or Pan (if she was in the right mood), would have sent even Frieza running.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. His eyes flickered over to the digital clock on his nightstand. Grumbling, he walked out of his room and closed his door. He paused in the hallway. He could hear shuffling coming from the other side of Pan's door. So, she wasn't downstairs yet. Maybe he could get down there and open the windows before she come down. Perhaps that would help him be able to smell her scent without pouncing her. He grunted. That wasn't very likely.

Pan anxiously made her way down the stairs. She had opted to throwing on one of her oversized cardigans on top of the outfit. Hoping, that the large sweater would compensate for all the bare skin showing. Not to mention, she had a bad habit of freezing.

Her sock feet reached the second to last stair. The large living room on the other side of the white wall. And, sitting in there was Vegeta. She had sensed his movement from his bedroom to the living room and had honestly been surprised that he had gave in. Of course, she knew that Bulla could be more than threatening. Still, she hadn't expected Vegeta to give in so easily. Guess the prince wasn't as cruel hearted as everyone thought. Or, at least he wasn't when it came to his daughter.

Pan took a deep breath, stood a little straighter, walked around the wall, and faltered in her step. Not only was Vegeta in the large living room, but her Uncle Goten as well. Bulla hadn't told her he was coming in to visit.

"Uncle Goten!" Pan beamed.

"Pan!" Goten exclaimed, before engulfing the smaller female in his arms.

"I didn't know you were coming in." Pan returned the hug just as fiercely.

"Well, I wasn't entirely sure that I was coming." Goten stepped back, "So, surprise!"

Pan smiled as the Son's released their holds one another as Bulla walked into the room. Carrying an obscenely bowl of popcorn. "Everyone ready?" She asked.

The occupants of the room hummed their consent and moved to their seats. Only, instead of sitting in their normal seats, Bulla and Goten took up the larger couch. Goten sitting in one corner with Bulla stretched out over the rest, her head on his lap with the large bowl of popcorn on her stomach. Vegeta was sitting on the smaller couch and next to him, was the only available seat. The large recliner had broken and the new one had yet to be delivered. Meaning, Pan was going to have to sit next to a tense saiyan prince. And, from the smug look on her face, Bulla had planned this all out.

Reluctantly, Pan took her seat next to Vegeta. Attempting to crowd herself into the corner of the couch and as far away from the prince as possible. Even though Bulla had potentially informed her of what was going on, it still hurt like hell the way he responded. It was like it was physically painful to simply be in the same space as her and that, didn't do much for her confidence.

Bulla flipped off the lights and started up the movie. Surprisingly, Bulla had chosen a horror film. It was a corny slasher film that was more sex and blood than horror and scare. Pan eyed the bluenette skeptically. Why had she picked this specific movie? It was one of the few horror films that they owned that Pan had only seemed a few times. Just enough to vaguely remember the plot, but enough to vividly remember the movie. There had to be a reason for her chose. She just couldn't figure it out.

Pan watched boringly as a female camper was chased by a knife wielding man wearing a hockey mask. The movie was almost halfway over and so far; she had seen more sex scenes and boobs than she had ever wanted. Seeing her boobs was one thing. They were part of her and she couldn't do anything about it. However, seeing another woman's pair of boobs was entirely different story. Then there was the fact that Vegeta, who was even more tense than before, was sitting next to her and her Uncle was in the room. And, if the sounds she was hearing were correct, her Uncle and Bulla were currently locked at the lips. Either believing that the room was dark enough to conceal their actions or, not caring enough that Bulla's father was only a few feet away and could most likely hear and see what they were doing.

Her eyes moved from the couple back to the screen. There was a nagging feeling in the back of her head. Something was familiar about the scene playing out on the screen. She could vaguely remember the dark forest scene with a lone blonde scurrying through the forest. But, that was it. Still, there was something she couldn't remember. And then, it happened. Pan's gaze had been so locked on the screen, and her guard lowered, that when a jump scare happened – she had been completely caught off guard. Bulla screamed as Pan jumped. Her back colliding with something hard and taunt. Something, that she knew wasn't the couch. The body beneath her went even more still.

Almost instantly, Vegeta threw her off him. Causing Pan to fall of the couch and laid on the land on the floor. Hard. It had been more instinctually than purpose, but he couldn't handle her being so close. It was either fight or flight, and given the fact he pinned between her soft body and couch…he had chosen fight.

Pan's blood roared in her ears. Her temper licked at her face as she felt that almost foreign rage swirl in her belly. Quickly, she stood to her feet and turned on her heel. Her dark eyes narrowed to slits as she stared down the prince. That was enough!

"What is your fucking problem!?" Pan snapped. Vegeta silences only pissing her off even more, "All week, you've been avoiding me! Without an explanation. You avoided me like the plaque and when I even breathe the same air as you, it's like I disgust you!" She was slightly aware of movement out of the corner of her eye. Most likely Bulla pulling Goten from the room.

Vegeta flexed his jaw. What could he say? Oh, I've been avoiding you because it's taking every inch of control in body to keep from ripping off your clothes and having my way with you? Regardless of who was watching.

"You're pathetic!" She snapped, the words weren't entirely true. But, she was itching for a fight. She wanted some response from him. Acknowledgement that her venom laced words weren't falling on deaf ears. To make him hurt like she had been. "I thought you were the almighty Prince Vegeta?" His eyes narrowed as she stepped closer. Her face only a hair's breath away from his. The last time they had been this close, well…he didn't want to think about it. Not sure if he could keep his restraint intact.

"You're supposed to be this fierce, mighty warrior that doesn't turn down a challenge! Doesn't hide from anything!" Pan barked out a bitter laugh, "Yet, here you are...running from a female who's way weaker than you! You could snap me like a twig, but you still chose to hide like…." She searched for a word. "A coward. A weakling, not worthy of your title."

Pan watched as somethin visibly snapped in the prince's eyes. She could practically see the rage feeling his eyes. She knew exactly how to push his buttons. And, it appeared she had. He moved so fast that she didn't have time to process it before she was pressed against the wall. A snarling Vegeta glaring down at her. His legs tramped hers and his hands held her arms in place.

"A coward? Weakling?" He sneered, "I'm not the weakling! I'm far more superior than any warrior in this entire galaxy! I do not run. I do not hide!"

Pan smirked, "Funny, that's what it looked like to me?"

His grip on her wrist grew tighter. Verging almost painfully. She'd most likely have bruises, but honestly, she couldn't find herself to care. Her anger was still swarming in her blood and his close proximity was making her brain go fuzzy. Pan attempted to struggle against his hold. Her lack of freedom only making her that much more furious.

Vegeta sensed her frustration and smirked, "I thought I was weak? If that's true, how come you can't break my hold?" He asked, cockily.

Pan wanted to smack the smug smirk right off his fist. And, she would have if her arms hadn't been pinned. She wriggled against his hold.

"I guess you're the weak one! Pathetic. You can't even break a simple hold! You're lack of strength is a disgrace to your blood! I can name a few humans that are far more capable at fighting than you. You have saiyan blood in your veins, you'd think that would make you adequate to at least fend off an attacker!" His lips curled back, "You don't even deserve to be called a saiyan."

Pan visibly flinched at his words. The minute they left his mouth, he had wished he could take them back. They weren't true. He hadn't meant any of it. She wasn't weak or pathetic and was far more deserving to be called a saiyan than his own son. But, she had pushed him too far. The words had fled his mouth before his brain could process them. It was an instinct and mechanism formed after years of practice. The words were meant to hurt, even if they weren't true.

Her head dropped. Dark hair hanging in her face and obscuring her face from view. He could feel her muscles trembling beneath his hands. Her energy was pulsing. Rising and falling. His eyes widen. It was just like that day. The day with her parents. Her energy had been a constant repetition of spiking and plummeting before spiking all at once.

The air around them grew heavy and he could feel the energy pouring off her and waves. His hold didn't waver, but his guard was quickly thrown in place. Not entirely sure what to expect.

"Is that why you won't be near me?" It was barely above a whisper and he had to strain to hear her.

Vegeta furrowed his brow.

Her head snapped up. Bright, blue eyes boring into him instead of her dark normal ones. "Is that why you won't be near me?" She asked louder. "Because you think I'm weak? Because I'm unworthy to be near the prince of the saiyans?" She was snarling now. Her energy was spiking at a rapid, dangerous pace. And, if she didn't get control soon – something serious could happen.

The ground beneath his feet begin to rumble and he could feel the wall shaking beneath his knuckles. A harsh burst of energy pulsed out of her body. Almost knocking him back. Tears began to gather in the corner of her eyes as they faded to back to brown and her energy returned to normal.

"Am I not good enough for you?" She whimpered and it cut straight to his heart.

He had hurt her, he knew that. It wasn't until now, though, that he realized just how much. The look on her face was heart wrenching and it done damaging things to his soul. She wasn't supposed to cry. She had done far too much of that in her lifetime. He was surprised she had anymore tears to shed. And now, here she was…crying…over him.

Vegeta lightened his hold. No longer holding her, but not letting go. Pan closed her eyes in attempt to stop the tears. He rested his forehead against hers and sighed.

"Pan," He started, "Don't ever think you're not good enough." He brought his thumb up to wipe away some of the tears falling down her cheeks, "You're far more than just good enough. You're perfect. Everything about you is perfect. You will never not be good enough."

"Then why are you avoiding me?" She choked out.

"Because…because, I don't want to hurt you."

Pan opened her eyes, "What do you mean? Hurt me?"

"You…you smell, amazing. God, the things…I don't trust myself, Pan. I'm afraid I'll hurt you and that's the last thing I want to do." He sighed, "I can't control myself around you. You're smell and then, knowing how you feel pressed against me…."

Pan freed her wrists from his hold and placed each hand on the side of his face, "You won't hurt me, not like that." She made sure he was looking her directly in the eyes, "I trust you." She began moving her thumb slowly across his cheek, "I…want you…" She said shyly.

Vegeta had to stop the groan that lodged in his throat. Pan was completely overwhelming his senses. Her scent settled in his sinuses, the feel of her silky-smooth skin beneath his fingertips, his eyes only able to see her beautiful face, the sound of her quickened breathing in his ears. The only thing missing was taste. And God, did he want to taste her. To taste the most delectable thing in all of existence.

"Go ahead." Pan whispered. Her gaze flickering to his lips.

That was all the confirmation he needed. Hastily, his lips crashed against hers. All the frustration, aggravation, rage, and tension flooded from his body. With each pass of her lips against his and caress of her tongue with his, washed away all the doubts and apprehension. His muscles laxed and the sharp pain in his gut was replaced with that warm steering behind his navel.

He wrapped one arm around her the lower part of her back, tugging her close. The other rested on her slender waist. The pad of his thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles on her exposed flesh. Pan's arms wrapped around his neck as he tongue explored her mouth causing a moan to escape into his mouth. Vegeta responding by pressing her harder against the wall with his hips. She could feel his reaction, hot and heavy pressed firmly against her stomach. A hot flush of desire and lust flooded her veins and that familiar ache began to settle between her thighs. This time, when Pan rolled her hips against his own, softly moaning at the friction, Vegeta didn't jerk away. Instead, his hands traveled down her back and down to her lower thighs. He quickly hoisted her. Pan wrapped her legs around his hips, rolling her hips again, pulling a husky groan from the man. It sent a shiver rushing down her spine.

Vegeta pulled away. Leaving both gasping for air. Their pupils were completely blown wide with need. Pan's cheeks were flushed and lips swollen as she stared up at him with half-lidded eyes. That's all it took. The intense need in her eyes was all it took for Vegeta, to lose his control. All that self-restraint completely wasted. He needed to get them to his room. And quickly.