Chapter 6
Rebels on the Battle Front
It was the next night and Pan was, once again, in Trunks' room, nursing his wound. This time, though, it wasn't all business, as they were conversing slightly.
"I live over in the West Quadrant, near the Westside," she was telling him as she placed a bandage on his back. "Nothing special."
"I've heard about your father, Son Gohan," Trunks said, but he wasn't smirking like Pan thought he would have.
"And?" she said. "What do you think?"
"He supplies the palace with many of our inventions. I have no problem with the saiyan, except that he doesn't fight."
"What?!" she exclaimed. "He never told me that he did business with the palace!"
"Probably because you'd screw everything up," Prince Trunks said, smirking.
She punched him on he back playfully just as she would have with any other of her friends before she remembered that he was the prince. She was shocked when he didn't say anything about it. "No I wouldn't!," she protested indignantly.
Trunks eyes were watering; she had punched a cut that was still healing. How can she punch so hard? He thought, then winced when she placed a bandage on another tender cut. "What I'd like to know is this: why is it that you lust for battle, and your father can't even harm a fly?"
"I'm not really like my Tousan," she mumbled. "Saiyan blood runs through my veins more then my family blood lines."
Trunks considered the answer and decided that he liked it. He nodded once as if to say that he approved.
Pan, having finished the back, tapped his shoulder. "What me to do that nasty cut in the front?" she asked.
In response he flipped over on the bed and sat up. Pan quickly placed the cream on the cut, then bandaged it up.
"What is in that cream?" Trunks finally asked.
"A few healing herbs," she answered. "Me and my father went out to a forest this one time and he taught me about those kinds of things. Those… those were the last I had."
Trunks heard the shutting of the door, and knew she was gone. He lay still, thinking. She's just a saiyan, just like me. She doesn't deserve to be punished for doing what he blood tells her to. But Trunks wouldn't openly admit that he, the prince of all saiyans, was wrong. Pan would just have to tough it out the next two weeks.
Pan set the table carefully, placing everything in the right place like she was taught to. She sighed. She HATED setting tables. She finished as quickly as she could, and made her get away back to her room.
"Where do you think you're going?" a voice stopped her. Once it again, the annoying voice belonged to Master Doshen.
"To my room. Where else would I go?" Pan shot back. Lately, she couldn't stand Doshen's attitude.
"You never know. You have been up in the Prince's room a lot of the late," Master Doshen said smirking.
"And?" she asked back heatedly, but still didn't bow to him. He didn't deserve it.
"Now where do you think you're going? You will stop and face me when I talk to you!" he growled.
"Well stop talking to me and I won't have t face you," Pan muttered as she continued to walk out.
Doshen materialized in front of her, and his hand was pulled back to strike her-after all, she was a servant, and he did have the right to hit her.
"Doshen, if you want to keep your job, I wouldn't do that."
Doshen froze for a second, then turned around. "P-Prince!" He collapsed in a rushed bow.
Pan didn't know if there was ever a better time for him to show up. She bowed as well, and the let the relief show in her eyes. "Hello, my prince," she said.
He acknowledged her with a nod, and his eyes returned back to Doshen. "Where you about to hit her, Doshen?" he asked, his icy glare cutting right through him.
"Uh, well you see your highness, she was, uh," Doshen stuttered.
"I hope you weren't, Doshen. She's only a temporary servant, and she can't go home injured, now can she?" the Prince asked, his voice taunting.
"N-no, of course not, Prince…"
"Good. I'm going to borrow her, I have some tasks that need to be done…"
"Her, my lord? Why not pick another? They are stronger then she is, my Prince."
Trunks saw Pan's anger flare, and he knew he had to say something to sooth her fury. "I prefer her, she is not as clumsy or as slow as those other saiyans you call 'servants'. I will be leaving now, unless you are going to continue to advise me how to pick my own servants?"
"N-no, of course not, my Prince. Good day." Doshen bowed.
Pan smirked as she followed Trunks out of the room. Big, bad Doshen is shakin' in his boots, she mused to herself.
"I owe you one," Pan said as soon as they left the room.
"Don't mention it," Prince Trunks muttered, striding down the hallway.
"So where are we going?" she asked.
"You'll see."
Pan wasn't sure if she liked that answer or not, but she followed him down the hall anyway.
Suddenly, Trunks turned to her. "Here," he said, thrusting a blue material into her hands. She took and, and it took her a few moments to realize that they were clothes-training clothes. He nodded towards a room, and leaned against a wall, waiting.
She walked into the room and shut the door, still confused. I guess he wants me to change into these…? She thought to herself. She quickly changed into the spandex material, surprised that it was the right size, and threw her hair up swiftly. She came back out, hands on her hips. "What is the meaning of this, Trunks?" she demanded.
"Well, there are a few rebels in Nhean," he started. "They think that I am too weak to hold the throne. We are going to go up there and stop the uprising."
"What?!" Pan screeched. "Where did this 'we' shit come from all of a sudden?"
He chuckled. "Well, they said they found you training. You have the desire to act like a true saiyan, but can you live up to it?"
"B-but they will think that you are weak, having women run your battles!" Pan protested.
But Trunks had already thought this possibility out. "So you are saying that you're too weak?"
"Never!"
He chuckled. "I didn't think so. Now let's go."
"But I'm a servant! They won't-"
"And I am the Prince. If you are coming with me, you have the pass to do just about anything."
She sighed. "Fine then. Let's go."
Pan and Trunks were striding down a long field, and Pan was getting impatient. "Why don't we just fly there?"
Trunks missed a step. "You can fly?!" he asked her incredulously.
"Indeed I can," she answered with a smirk.
Without another word Trunks was in the sky, and Pan was right behind him. She felt so free in the air, especially when it didn't matter if anyone saw her or not.
Trunks was surprised that she could keep up with him, and speeded up, wondering just how fast she could go. Still she was right behind him.
Trunks soon descended to an open field, and Pan landed right behind him. "Why did we stop here? I-"
Trunks silenced her with a look and a snap of words. "Shut up."
Pan glared at him, but said nothing more, and searched the area with her eyes, searching for other power levels. She felt a few suppressed energies, and gasped when she realized that they were surrounded. "Trunks…"
"I know. Let's see how well you can fight."
Pan felt her stomach churning with uneasiness. She hadn't fought someone since she was four or five, and since then all she had done was train alone. She wasn't sure how people fought anymore. She moved in her fighting position, ready.
Trunks watched her for a moment, then put a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down. We don't know what they're doing yet."
Pan nodded and stood up from her crouched position, her eyes surveying the area.
"I'm here. Get out now, or I'll blast you out."
About a dozen, lean saiyans walked out from their hiding places, and Pan sweat-dropped. She had no idea how high her power level was compared to these saiyans, and she knew she could easily be seriously injured-or worse, killed.
"Well, well, well. Look who it is," one said slyly. Pan guessed him to be the leader.
"What do you want?" Trunks growled.
"You know what we want," the leader said. "We want you out. We don't need no weak-ass saiyan for our Prince. Let somebody strong rule-like me." The leader turned his head and looked at Pan, as if seeing her for the first time. He barked a laugh, and Pan's glare hardened. "Look at this. He brings a female along with him!"
Trunks shrugged. "I figured you guys wouldn't be a big problem, so I brought a servant along with me."
"To do what?" the leader snarled.
"Well, to finish you off, of course." Trunks crossed his arms in front of him placidly. He yawned, as if at ease with the whole situation.
Pan smirked and stood tall, acting the same way Trunks was, though she certainly didn't feel it.
"Nice excuse, Prince," the leader scoffed.
Pan saw Trunks falter, so she spoke up. "Well, why don't you come over here and we'll see if My Prince's 'boast' is so fake?" she asked, and stifled a yawn, but made sure they could see it. She turned to Trunks and said in a voice loud enough for them to hear, "My Prince, why did we have to come out here? We could have left these fools alone, they aren't going to harm anyone."
The leader was fuming, his face red. "What do you know?!" he rumbled. "I could hurt a woman if a wanted!"
"Yeah? Then get over here," Pan said calmly. She put up her fists. "Bring in on, tough guy," she snickered.
Trunks chuckled himself. She's handling this better then I would have thought. Actually, she's coming in handy. She's playing it cool. He settled himself back, ready to watch or even step in if the need be.
The leader stepped up to Pan, seething. "I can beat a girl," he snarled. "You watch."
Pan smirked. "I'm watching." Dancing around on her toes, she left her stance open so it looked as if she didn't know what she was doing. She left her middle open deliberately, almost forcing him to try and hit her there.
Trunks watched, puzzled. Maybe I was wrong, he thought to himself, shaking his head.
The leader slammed his fist forward for her middle she knowingly left open for him. She blocked him, and continued to dance around on her toes, circling him, taunting him. "Hey," she said with a sneer. "Watch this." She smacked her fist right into his face, right when he wasn't ready for it. "Did you see that?" she jeered. "No?" she asked as the leader staggered back. "Here, let me show you again." She slammed her fist into his abdominal. He doubled over her fist, gasping for air.
Or, maybe not, Trunks thought as he watched. But she's getting cocky. It's obvious that she's never fought before, but she does well despite it.
Pan brought her power up a few notches, and was aware that he did as well. This wasn't going to be as easy as she thought.
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