His Weakness

Chapter 2: …Vegeta?

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She was exhausted and sore. They had trained all day! She was happy though and it was a good sore. She had finally perfected Super Sayin 3! Plus, Vegeta was sure she was more powerful than Trunks! Yea! Wait until Trunks hears that! Ha Ha!

Her thoughts stayed on that train until she got out of the shower, to her room and into her pajamas. She was totally ready for bed! Her sore muscles could finally relax. In fact she was half asleep... that is until she heard cries of pure agony.

Pan shot out of bed, all thoughts of sleep erased. She looked around wildly trying to locate the horrific noise. It was dark, pitch black really. Everything seemed to hold still, no rain, no wind, no thunder or lightning, just her. Then there was that ghastly hoarse cry again. She didn't even stop to don slippers; she just ran out into the hall, forgetting it was faster to fly... and less painful (you don't tend to bump into hall tables when you aren't touching the ground.) She wandered the halls following Vegeta's ch'i. Even if the noise wasn't there anymore he would, in his own way, make her feel safe again. The halls wound around each other seemingly endless in the darkness. Then, finally, she made it to Vegeta's room.

His ch'i escalated to a crazy level that seemed familiar to Pan somehow… only one other time… long ago…. Her thought process was cut after another hoarse cry, worse than the last two, was released. It came from Vegeta's room. His ch'i almost looked like it was fighting itself. twisting and curling, fighting as if they were dragons feinting and parrying... striking.

"Vegeta!' Pan cried and she rushed through the door quietly. Some of his bed sheets were in disarray and others in tatters on the floor. His body was covered in a cold sweat and he pitched around violently over every soft surface of his bed. Pan didn't know what to do. The mighty and powerful greatly feared and hated, Prince Vegeta was having a nightmare.

Quietly, she moved over to his side and looked at his face. It was the first time she'd ever seen pain on Vegeta's face. She lifted her hand gently to it and stroked his cheek from temple to jaw with the back of her calloused digits. Getting into the roll she was playing, she sat on the edge of the bed and continued stroking his cheek in a calming way while cooing methodical nonsense.

His twisting lessened. "Hush, Geta, hush," she cooed in his ear. He let out a breath he'd been holding. His big body tensed and Pan moved away, standing to the side of the bed. Eyes flew open and he shot to the sitting position in a blind panic. Not focused on seeing, he felt someone beside him. So blindly, he attacked.

Pan started dodging and took a defensive position. Unsure of what else to do she kept blocking.

This fighter was good he'd give them that…. But, why weren't they attacking?

"Vegeta!" Pan called to him when he started to fight where she knew he would hurt something or someone- namely the house or her- if they kept going at this. "Vegeta, it's me! Pan! Please stop sensei! It's okay!"

He heard her voice and then the words computed in his brain. "Pan?" He shook his head violently from side to side.

"Right here, Vegeta," Pan said with a sigh of relief. Sporting a small smile, she gently put her hand on his shoulder.

He shrugged it off violently. "Leave me alone," he growled. Anger was radiating off of him. Then he left toward the gravity room.

For a little while, Pan stood there in shock. He had never acted harshly toward her. Others naturally, but never her. Quickly, she followed him into the room. Something was defiantly not right.

He glared at her. "Leave, Onna," he growled. Carefully she walked up to him, like she was approaching a wild animal that might run at any moment.

She got five feet away from him. "Geta," she spoke quietly to him, "what happened?"

His glorious black eyes got wide and he started to look like a cornered animal… but still dangerous… like a cornered panther posed to pounce.

"Let's just do some training, 'kay?" Pan asked backing off. Promptly, she got in position.

"Just leave, Onna!" he growled warning her, though his eyes where tinted by fear. Fear of her? The thought made her sick….

"Just a little while, Geta," Pan promised with a gentle smile after a moment of battling rising stomach acid. "It's late anyway. But… it might help to vent a bit…." The thought that he feared her, after the years they were together, hurt. She wasn't like them hadn't she proven that over and over?

"I said leave me alone, Onna!" he roared; he was beginning to panic.

"What could bother the great Vegeta, Crowned Prince of all Sayin-jin? Who helped save the world -no- the universe more than a few times? Who trained me-a woman- into a higher state the Sayin-jin status? What is bad enough that could give such a man nightmares?" Vegeta had been near the breaking point, and she threw him over the edge.

"Watching a half-man, half-machine kill my wife!" he howled and, without delay, attacked her relentlessly.

Translations:

Onna: woman

-jin: people

ch'i: energy

Sensai: teacher

So what do ya think? Sorry it's taken so long... I've had a loco school year! There is no describing it! Please review!

Arigato! (Thank you!)

Saki