Chapter Two

a/n: Sorry about the short chapters. I write fairly late at night and it feels like I've written more than I actually have but hey, glad you guys liked it! There's nothing worse than a poorly written story with no original plot, otherwise what would be the point? Okay, enjoy the chapter and please review, thanks for being a loyal reader BlackDragonSoul.

Pan waited patiently out on the door step of Capsule Corporation, she was hoping someone would be home to let her in. She knocked on the door again but there was no answer. She was wearing her new training outfit, feeling a bit weighed down but she trained everyday and she noticed when she took the gear off she was far more faster and stronger than before her birthday. She wore her favourite training gloves and wore her favourite orange scarf tied around her hair.

"Maybe Vegeta…" Pan pondered, gazing at the training chamber a few yards away. The chamber had been given a protective power shield so you could never sense if anybody was inside, she thought maybe the prince did it so nobody could bother him or perhaps he wanted to hide. Shrugging her shoulders, she thought she should give it a shot so she walked over to the training chamber and knocked hard on the steel door, leaving a few dents from her knuckles.

Vegeta was inside, the gravity in the chamber was set to maximum strength as he continued doing push ups. His muscles were flexed, strong, sweating, he was an awesome sight but that was what he loved most about his secretive intense training, nobody could see him. Nobody paid him too much attention these days; they probably didn't even know he was still training. The earth was at peace and the few fights he was involved in always involved his old rival, Goku though as the years passed he had began to form a sort of friendship with the younger male, he often found himself giving Goku respect when for many years he had wished the Goku would bow down to him and recognise him as the true prince of Saiyans. Vegeta was past all of that, being a prince seemed to not matter so much anymore, he lived for power and strength. He had a mate and children, his life was complete. As Pan knocked on the door Vegeta grumbled to himself, he was too tired to concentrate on the ki signal from outside to recognise who was there.

In an instant he turned of the gravity simulation device and opened the door, only to see an angry young Pan tapping her foot, her arms crossed and one eyebrow was raised.

"Took you long enough!" She spat immaturely. Vegeta wiped a thick layer of sweat from his face with his hand and shook it off, sweat droplets sprinkling onto the grass. He grabbed a towel from the chamber and hung it over his shoulders casually as he headed back to his house.

"Oh grow up!" Vegeta retorted, opening the front door and walking into his home, allowing the young female Saiyan to follow. He walked into the kitchen and filled a large glass with water and drank greedily. He eyed the young girl, almost afraid as she stood there and watched him.

"What?" He snarled angrily, filling up the empty glass again. Pan shuffled her feet nervously. She had never been truly alone before around the Saiyan prince, not like this situation and she felt butterflies in her stomach. She tried to act casual but she couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm still training, I'm going to be a super Saiyan" she blurted out, gritting her teeth, unsure of how Vegeta was going to respond. Vegeta, Goku and Gohan had made it quite clear she did not have the ability to transform, purely because she was female and that any transformation would simply be unnatural and bizarre. Vegeta knew it was in her genes but her gender was all that stood in the way and there was no way she could dodge around that obstacle. She felt in her heart that there must be a way and until she could figure it she intended to train like mad.

"You're not stupid, child. I know that much but yet you train. You're a lot like Kakarot but at the same time you're not like anyone I've ever known" Vegeta stammered, he felt sorry for the girl, she was out of place here, she would have done well back in the days when the Saiyans were the most dominant race in the galaxy. Pan looked at him closely, he didn't even have a single wrinkle under his eyes or on his forehead, it was like he had just turned twenty but yet she felt his power and she knew he was wise, she felt so little and insignificant compared to him. She was sometimes jealous of her grandfather, she would love nothing better than to have a decent sparring match with Vegeta but if her own father, Gohan, ever found out there would be hell to pay and her family would probably turn against Vegeta and his family. Would she dare upset the people she cared for most?

"What are you afraid of?" Pan asked Vegeta, a completely random question but she thought maybe she could find out if he ever felt the same way.

Vegeta thought for a moment, the young girl was impressionable and had a vivid imagination, he would have to choose his answer wisely, "I'm bonded to Bulma, and she is my mate. I have nothing to fear." Pan didn't have a response to that answer, she was hoping for some insight to the prince's emotional side but he had a strong personal defence system built into his personality.

"I'm not a kid you know, and I will transform" she warned him and turned away, exiting the room swiftly and smoothly, her stride was effortless as Vegeta watched her sway her small, young hips with each step. Her body was once again hot and he picked up her scent, she was still in heat, how long she would remain in such a state he didn't know but he knew he must do whatever he could to avoid her at all costs. Her heated scent made him vulnerable, it made him lose his train of thought, only the need to mate with her seemed to matter. He shook his head and closed the door behind as she left, remember he had a mate.

"What the hell does she want with me?" He watched her from a window; she was standing on the lawn looking longingly at the training chamber. She was determined, ambitious and overbearingly confident; maybe she had what it would take to find a way to transform. Perhaps she would unlock a new technique or discover a different, new level of power. He could not smell her scent but still, for a single moment he felt a deep attraction for her, like he had the day before her birthday but now, there was nobody here to interrupt whatever actions he dared to take.

He turned the door nob and opened the door and stepped outside, his back was straight and his shoulders pushed slightly back, giving him an awfully dominant pose. If he still had his tail it would have been swishing side to side in his excited state of arousal. His eyes wandered up and down her petite body, a body unlike his own mate's, this girl's body was strong, toned and powerful. Pan knew his eyes were on her and she smiled, her heart was racing and the blood running through her body felt like it was running hot, her raven black hair was shining brilliantly in the sunlight and her eyes were glazed over in a seductive look.

"I warned you, teasing me is dangerous…" Vegeta walked over to her slowly, his eyes meeting up with hers and not moving, he was focused on her, like she was his prey but he felt that for once, he was the prey in this situation. She had hunted him down and found him in a vulnerable state and took action. Just standing there, she had woven a spell over the prince.

"I guess we could…" she stepped forward and rested her right hand on his heaving chest. His muscles were compact and solid but she could still feel his heart beat; it was beating in tune with hers.

"It happens before a pair bond" Vegeta explained, "the hearts rhythm becomes synchronised with the partner they intend to mate with. If they have the same beating pattern then both clearly desire each other."

"It's a Saiyan thing" Vegeta winked at her. He put his hand over hers and for a few minutes the simply looked into each other's eyes. They couldn't deny the attraction between the two bodies but was Vegeta prepared to destroy what he had with Bulma?

"I'm scared" Pan muttered under her breath and broke eye contact with the prince, taking her hand back and holding it to her face, she felt uncertaind, terrified even, the risk was to great and the price would be to high to pay if the pair eve got caught. She wanted him and she didn't. Sexually, she felt Vegeta was her only fate but for a real relationship and a proper bonding, there was no way he could ever truly fulfil her needs. She stepped back and then took off into the sky at great speed. Vegeta did not follow, he simply remained still, confused by what had just happened. Did she want him or didn't she? What was wrong with her?

A black sports car pulled up after about ten minutes and Trunks leapt out and ran over to his father, "was that Pan?"

Vegeta pushed the boy away and headed back to his house, "why?"

"Look!" Trunks pulled a small box out of his shirt pocket and opened it to show the contents to his father. Vegeta turned to face him and saw the white gold, diamond encrusted engagement ring and his heart dropped.

"What's that?" Vegeta cocked his head to the side, was the Saiyan girl seeing his son? He never knew about it and she had never appeared to have a partner of any kind. He would have known if wither of the two were hiding something.

"I want to marry her! I know she's too young but next year, I want to pop the question! I'll keep this in a safety box capsule until then but…" Trunks chatted, his face beaming with pride. Vegeta felt like he was going to be sick, he had lost the beautiful young Saiyan creature to his spoilt brat of a son.

"So, you've taken her as your mate?" Vegeta asked hesitantly, trying not to sound too suspicious or too interested in his son's affairs. Trunks just smiled sheepishly but shook his head and Vegeta relaxed, he still had a chance.