His Weakness

Chapter 6: Bulla!

By: Dark Kitten Saki

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.

His eyes bulged. He choked on air. And finally, he took a deep breath, she was unstable enough right now without him yelling at her. "Why?"

She didn't pretend to misunderstand. "It was a release, a relief. I guess… relief from pain and helpless frustration." She offered the last part before he could ask.

"Pain? Who caused you pain? And helpless? You?" He snorted.

"I was twelve, Vegeta," her voice turned dead. "My father was always traveling, and when he came home he was always too tired to deal with me and… Gosen."

"Gosen?" He had never heard that name. …Maybe he had… before Bulma… passed. He shut down that train of thought, now was for Pan.

"My older brother, he was sixteen at the time," she informed him quietly.

Vegeta was angrier at Gohan than he had ever been in his life. Who left their kids at home alone while you and their mother are away 'on business?'

"I told him first… well after a friend at school… and his reply was… negative to say the least…. He wanted to lecture me about how stupid I was being and there was no point in hurrying myself.

"Eventually, I told him all I wanted to do was sleep and did everything I could to get him to get out of my room. Finally, he tossed me his pocketknife, an instrument I have never used before, and said 'have fun' and he' hoped to see me in the morning' then left."

He saw red. Who tells their little sister to have fun dying? His hair was flashing gold with fury. Then he lost it. "Where is the crazy bastard? I'll kill 'im myself! Where does he live? I-" He was completely prepared to go hunt down the crazy nut job.

But then he heard her quiet sobs. "He doesn't. He died three years ago in a drunk driving accident he was twenty one at the time. A drunk killed him. I miss him so much! He was better than I made him out to be with this story but…." She couldn't continue. All the sobs she'd been holding back came to the surface with a vengeance. She shook with their violence.

And the red in his vision faded, his fury melted. What good was it when all he had was this sobbing girl at his feet? He took a deep breath and knelt down to try to calm the crying angel.

She felt his arm around her shoulders and his silky tail around her wrist spiraling up her arm. She leaned into his masculine heat and sobbed on his chest. His other arm came around her and rubbed her back awkwardly.

After a good long cry, she looked up at him and thanked him sheepishly. Her eyes the color of fire hydrants and her lips swollen. He released her.

"Come inside," he ordered her, trying not to notice how swollen her lips were. Turning tail (no pun intended) he walked out the door. She smiled weakly after him and got up to follow.

In a matter of minutes he had her sitting comfortably on the couch while he made hot chocolate.

He walked in with mugs in hand, both of them were silent for a moment and they took a sip almost at the same time.

"Vegeta… this tastes awful…."

After recovering a moment from the cocoa, he gave her a "keh…." She giggled at him and drank the cocoa anyway. He gave her another "keh…" but watched her, from the corner of his eye, drink it all. The smile she was giving her cup widened and he knew he was caught.

After they trained all day, she made dinner which the woofed as their hunger was great. Then she went to be to sleep off the day's stress.

That was good for Vegeta because he had a plan to carry out and he didn't need her asking about every little thing he was doing.

First things first, he called the airlines in Tokyo and got tickets to Paris and from there to their destination. After, he quickly packed their bags for eight days. Finally, it was three in the morning, she'd probably wake up in two or three hours, so he'd get what sleep he could; besides he could sleep on the plane after all- it didn't leave until 11:10….

Just as Vegeta predicted three hours later, Pan woke up ready to face the day. She dressed quickly and decided that she had better make time to do laundry because half of her gone. She went down to make breakfast wondering when she'd have time to wash her cloths. Finally she just decided to push the thought aside and give breakfast her full attention. She didn't want an impatient Vegeta to come downstairs and try to cook- after all- he couldn't even make hot cocoa….

After finishing breakfast and leaving Vegeta's in the warming oven to ensure it didn't get cold, because he'd really dislike that, she went to train figuring he wouldn't be far behind. Before she knew it, two hours had passed and Vegeta still wasn't up yet. She was starting to worry.

She went upstairs to his room and knocked on the door quietly. He didn't answer. So, she opened the door to see him still in bed sound sleep. She walked over to him and bent down to his ear, "wake up, Geta, breakfast was ready two hours ago." He mumbled incoherently. She huffed. "It's seven, Geta! Get up!" She shouted away from his ear. She wasn't that mean though she was tempted….

He gave a start at the loud noise, then looked over at her glaring. She just smiled at his temper. He glanced at the clock and rolled over annoyed. "We still have four hours." That wiped the smile off her face. What is he talking about? "We have a plane to catch."

"Wha-?"

"We're going on a vacation. Just the two of us." He looked over his shoulder cautiously in time to see her get wide-eyed.

"Where-where are we going?"

"… It's a surprise," he decided. She smiled overwhelmed. So he turned his head in a more comfortable position and allowed himself a small smile.

I'm so sorry! I totally didn't realize that this chapter got nixed! . This is embarrassing... Anyway I fix; I fix!

Have a great week!

Saki