Author's Note: Sorry for the wait! I went on vacation and didn't have the time to update before I left. I went to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Anyone live there? That state ROCKS!
Anyways…. Someone reviewed that they wanted the 100th Review Special taken out because it didn't 'flow'. No offense, but it's titled '100 REVIEW SPECIAL.' If you don't want to read it because it's genre is humor or because it doesn't make the story flow, then SKIP IT. It's not my problem you read it-all I do is write it and put it up. Oh-and if you're going to flame me-don't do it anonymously.
Anyway, on with the fic!
Chapter 24
…Pan?
He strode quickly to the room; not having the time to waste-he could not let her get to the room before he did. If she did, Son Pan would have an even smaller chance of living.
Yes, her. Yes, she.
Saiyan women were extremely protective of children, and it didn't even have to be their own. It had been heard of that they had fought to the death, in some cases, to protect their children, regardless of their fighting skill. And his mate, unfortunately at this point, was no exception.
He caught her arm just before she walked into the room, ignoring the livid look on her face. She did not like to see the shape her son was in, and was going to make Son Pan pay, no matter if Vegeta had ordered against it or not. He caught her gaze with his own and held it for a few moments. He slowly shook his head. "No, woman."
"Why not?" she hissed. "Look what this bitc-"
"I said no," he repeated more firmly.
She struggled to continue on, but she was no match for her mate's might, even if he was not at full strength. "I don't care what you say I-"
Vegeta interrupted again. "Woman, how would it look if you killed Son Pan, when Trunks would like to himself, but is too weak to?" he snorted, not wanting to reveal the truth, at least, not yet. It was not likely that she would believe him anyway, so what was the use?
Some of the anger fled her face. "I… I never thought about it that way…"
"Of course you didn't," he growled. "You don't have pride, woman, nor do you understand it." Vegeta had to admit, his mate was wonderfully intelligent, but on matters of pride, she knew nothing about it.
She now looked more insulted then mad-which what was Vegeta was aiming for. If she was mad at him, she would forget about Son Pan-and that was the major goal here. Not, he reminded himself with a mental smirk, to aggravate his mate.
He swung his arm, forcing her to spin around into the opposite direction- away from the door. "Go back to the living room, woman, where you belong."
Bulma growled angrily and huffed, storming away, as Vegeta watched with a smirk and a swish of his tail. Now that that problem was solved, he could continue his making his way to the council. He had to talk to them about Frieza-now.
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Every waking moment was pain. Filled entirely and solely with only one feeling-pain, agony. It was a struggle just to open his eyes, let alone keep a straight face and talk. He had even considered giving up, but saiyan pride and pure determination would not allow him to do so, though sometimes he desperately wanted to. There was another reason why he had to fight to get better.
Pan.
Everything done to her was because of him. He had seen the guards torture people, and they were very skilled at what they did. Very. The end result was not pretty, and to see it done to a female… that was just…. brutal.
Pan had been tortured beyond all possible belief, and was still, miraculously, alive.
But why?
He knew she was hanging on to life by just a mere thread… by will power alone… but why hadn't she given up? The females he had known throughout his life were terrified by pain, and would do anything to avoid it. Anything. They would have turned themselves in, saying that they were the ones who tried to assassinate the royal family. But not Pan.
But, then again, he reminded himself that Pan wasn't like the other females he had known.
He knew that she had been through more pain then himself… and knowing the state he was in now he knew that she was going through more excruciating pain then he could imagine. He knew that when she woke up, she expected to be hated and sentenced to death for crimes that he was sure she didn't commit. So why, he asked himself, does she will herself to live? He pondered for a moment. Just…. Just for the joy of living? If so, she loves life a lot more then anyone I know. Suddenly he felt, almost, ashamed. Even… even more then me.
Trunks drifted back off to sleep, but this time his spirit to live was renewed.
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Gohan was sprinting down the hallways, grinning like a madman. As soon as he was outside he flew home, delighted. Pan was not guilty! He was not a bad father! She did nothing! Nothing! He was smiling from ear to ear as he shoveled food into his mouth… and then wondered afterwards if it was edible.
He shrugged, not caring, and the flopped down on the couch, needing some sleep badly. Just before his eyes fluttered shut, his face fell. Yes, his daughter was innocent…
But would she ever wake to know it?
Author's Note: How'd you guys like this chapter? ^-^ Don't worry, Pan will be waking soon, and Trunks will be walking. I'm trying not to drag this out, but she can't just miraculously wake up-she's injured. She has to heal ^-^
Next Chapter: Donor. Pan needs blood to heal, but she has a rare blood type. Who will be the donor? *cackles insanely*
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