Chapter 4: Family and Hormones...
A/n: I wanted to go more into the relationship between grandmother and grandchild. And as to why Vegeta is weird around her.
Gist of this timeline: Goku died when he was supposed to, because future Trunks never appeared. Also, instead of Vegeta dying, I altered it to where he lives. In essence, this story is like the alternate timeline that appears in the series, but because of a single change (Vegeta living), it is completely different in several aspects
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ!
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Age 786
"Well, this is it, home sweet home." The older woman said as she and her companion walked into the small house. The years had been rough on her. Losing not only her husband but her only child as well... well, one couldn't blame her for the salt and pepper hair. She was of a short statue, and seemingly frail, like any normal human would be, though according to Trunks and Vegeta, she had been a bit of a fighter in her younger days.
"Thank you again for letting me stay with you Mrs. Son." Pan said as she lugged her bags into the living room, nearly dropping them onto the ground. She hadn't realized she had so much crap. And she was starting to regret bringing everything with her. Thirteen bags! After all, she just needed to get away from Vegeta for a little bit. Not forever.
"Please don't call me that Pan. Call me Grandma, or if that makes you uncomfortable, just Chi-chi is fine." It did. Make her uncomfortable anyway because she barely knew the woman, and you couldn't call a stranger grandma, could you? Though, she had been a big help these past few months with the whole period thing...
"Okay."
"So, um the extra room is just down the hall over there..." Chichi informed her, pointed down the only hall in the place. "It's the last door on the right, and mine is the first on the only one of the left. The bathroom is right next to your room." Pan nodded. "Um, I'll start working on dinner while you get settle in, and if you're not done when it's ready, I'll call you."
"Okay." Chichi sighed and headed towards the back of the living/dinning room and into the kitchen. Pan hoisted her bags up and slowly walked down the hallway, glancing at the doors. There were only three...
When she reached the room, she pushed the door open slowly, the creaking sound it made was loud on her ears and she winced. She would have to have them oiled or something because her ears would begin to bleed if she heard that dreaded sound all day every day.
The room itself was average sized. Not at large as the room she had at Capsule Corp, but big enough. After all, not everyone could live like Trunks and Vegeta. Frowning at the thought of the two males, she tossed the bags onto the floor. There was a twin sized bed with no sheets and a dresser. Thankfully there was also a closet, so she had a little more space for her things.
First things first, she started hanging up her nicer things, because she didn't want them even more wrinkled. And when she finished that, she carefully pulled out her already folded clothing and placed them neatly into the dresser. Then came her sheets. It took her all of thirty seconds to pull them out and force them onto the bed, smoothing out any and all non existant wrinkles.
Seemingly satisfied with the basics covered, the pree-teenaged girl started pulling out her various nick knacks and such, placing them randomly onto the dresser and in the small shelving area in the closet.
"Pan! Dinner!"
Upon hearing Chichi call her, Pan straightened up and wiped her brow. She had gotten a little sweaty while she was putting her things up and straightening things. "Coming!" She headed towards the kitchen, stomach growling loudly. She nearly stopped in her tracks at the sighe before her. On the table was a feast fit for a king. There was a roasted pig in the center, and surrounding it was bowls of green beans, mashed potatoes, corn, and there was even a lemon cake on the counter surrounded by cookies.
Mouthwatering, Pan nearly professed her love for the woman. Wow... just wow. Since she lived with Vegeta and Trunks, she hadn't been able to eat many things, especially sweets. The last time she had cake was on her birthday three years ago, and cookies had been two weeks after said birthday. The ingredients weren't openly available. Briefly she wondered where Chichi aquired the ingredients but her stomach quickly focused her mind on other things. Like eating.
Chichi smiled and handed her some plates.
"I hope this is enough for you." She said kindly, and pan went to town. She quickly filled each plate with food before sitting down and stuffing her face. When she was full, and most of the food was gone, and she could barely hold herself back from licking her plates clean, Pan belched. Chichi made a face at her unlady like belch, but when Pan said 'excuse me,' she quickly forgave the girl who was growing on her.
"Thank you for the meal Chichi, it was very good! Much better than what Vegeta or Trunks makes." Pan said, rubbing her slightly buldging stomach in satisfaction. Chichi blushed at the compliment, but waved it off.
"Thank you Pan. I hope you got enough to eat though. It's been so long since I've cooked for anyone with a saiyan appetite." At Pan's nod, Chichi smiled, and for the first time since she had met her supposed grondmother, Chichi didn't look as old as past decade had aged her.
There was an awkward silence before Chichi pushed back from the table and gathered up the numerous plates loitering on the table. Pan abruptly stood and took them away from her. "Here, I'll help you with that."
"Thank you Pan."
"No biggy. My mom used to tell me that if someone does something kind for you, you need to repay it in kind." There was a sad smile on her face as she thought of her mother, but she pushed her sadness away and started piling the dishes onto the counter. She placed the stopper into the sink and let the water run, after squeezing a bit of soap into the sink, so it would fill with bubbles.
"I would like to hear more about your mother one day, if that's okay." Chichi said. Pan somewhat understood. After all, if Trunks and Vegeta were correct, and she was her granddaughter, Chichi would have curiosities as to who her son had fallen for. Pan's mother. Videl Satan...
"... Maybe." Pan allowed. It might be a while before she felt like opening up about her mom, and she knew that Chichi would understand. For a long time, there was only the sounds of running water, before Chichi broke the silence.
"Goodnight Pan." She said softly.
"Goodnight." She listened to her walk through the house before the amount of suds and quickly filling sink caught her attention. Gently, she placed the dishes into sink, hissing as the hot water scalded her hands.
After standing there for a few minutes to give the water time to cool off a bit, Pan started washing the dinner dishes. It didn't take her too long because since she was six she had been on dish duty. And once she was satisfied with how clean they were, and after stacking them into the cupboards, she wandered into her room. The light was off for Chichi's room, and how soft and evenly she was breathing, she knew she had fallen asleep.
She sighed, and was about to launch herself onto the bed when she saw it. It was placed in the center of her bed, the light catching the frame, nearly blinding Pan when she flipped on the light.
"What the...?"
Crossing the room, she snatched it up, and closely examined it. There was a picture of a young woman and a little boy. The woman had long black hair, and a beautiful smile. She was thin and lean, bending over the child, holding him in her loving and gentle embrace. The child, though it was unclear if it was a boy or girl, had a wide smile on their face as they tried to break free of her grasp. What really caught her attention was what was peaking out from behind the child. And as if on que, her own tail brushed against her wrist.
Could it be? Were the two people in the picture Chichi and... her father?
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All night long, Pan had tossed and turned.
She got very few snatches of sleep. And come morning, she was very tired.
It ate at her. The picture. And she could barely sleep because her stomach was doing flips, butterflies going wild. She nearly gave up at around five, but she was finally able to drift off, until the scent of food assaulted her nose, forcing her awake. The moment her eyes opened, her stomach growled, causing her to moan. She thought about just ignoring her hunger until later, but grudgingly her stomach had other ideas.
"Pan, breakfast is ready." Came Chichi's voice from behind the door. Sighing, she stretched and got out of bed. It seemed as if the world was determined to keep her from getting a good nights sleep, so she went with it.
"Coming!" She called, listening to the woman walk back down the hallway. Scratching the back of her head, she shuffled over to her dresser and pulled out some clothes, pulling them on hastily. She'd already showered last nighthoping it would help her sleep, but it hadn't. So she was clean.
After pulling on her shoes, she walked into the bathroom and proceeded to brush out her tangled hair and wash her face. The teeth would come after breakfast.
When she basically floated to the table on the scent of the food, Chichi smiled at her.
"Goodmorning. Did you sleep well?" Chichi asked, nibbling on her meager portions of food.
"... Yeah." She lied, not wanting Chichi to feel guilty for placing the picture in her room.
"Great! I'm glad. So, I was wondering, what are your plans for today?" Pan paused in her swift process of devouring her food, glancing at the woman.
"I was thinking of training today..."
"Oh..." Chichi had a loook of heartbreak on her face. "I see."
The tension was so thick, a butter knife could cut through it.
"Yeah..." Pan quickly finished off her plates of food and moved to grab them when Chichi stopped her.
"No, no. I can get them this morning." Chichi said, piling them up into a single stack.
"Are you sure?" She felt guilty, really she did. And the look on Chichi's face was no help either, but she really needed some time to herself, and training was the best way for that.
"Yes, it's fine. Will you be back in time for lunch?" She asked from the sink, the water already running.
"I... I'll try."
"Okay."
"... Bye." Pan said from the door, the handle in her grip.
"Bye, be safe Pan."
"I will." She pulled the door open and walked out.
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The sun was high in the sky, beating down on Pan's exposed skin. Sweat permeated the fabric of her sports bra around her neck and under arms, and her shorts stuck to her thighs. Her shirt was somewhere on one of the many rocks surrounding the small waterfall she had found. A grin wide on her face as she hovered over the edge, glancing down curiously.
She narrowed her eyes, using her slightly inhanced eyesight to look past the splashing waters for any dangers that might be waiting for some adventurous fool to be taken over the edge, into it's depths, never to be seen again. Alive anyway.
Seemingly satisfied by what she saw, she settled on the shallow bed, just before the edge, and ran, allowing gravity to take over. A shrill scream echoed as she plummeted towards the earth, and with seconds to spare, she took a deep breath just as the water engulfed her. The sudden cold caused her tail to bristle,and goosebumps to breakout on her skin.
It was dark, but the water was clear, and she could see everything it's depths had to offer. Luckily, she was right. There were no sharp rocks to batter her. She knew not to fight with the pull of the water, allowing it to pull her downstream. And before too long, where the water was calmer, she broke surface, gasping for air, giggling all the while.
She pulled herself out of the water to lay on a large rock to dry off when she heard it.
"Onna."
Vegeta's vvoice caused her to stiffen and all trace of happiness was gone.
"Veggie-head... how did you find me?" She asked, standing up.
"Tch. As if I wouldn't feel your Ki." He crossed his arms, his glare drilling holes into her.
"Why are you here?" She demanded.
"Why weren't you at training this morning?" Really, he was here for that...? Pan's eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms.
"I didn't feel like it."
He growled, stepping towards her. "That is no excuse onna."
"And what are you going to do about it Vegeta? in case you haven't noticed, you have no authority over me. I can, and will do as I want."
"Onna, you will train with me or you will regret it." He bit out.
She laughed in his face. "More empty threats from the Prince of absolutely nothing and no one, right?"
His ki skyrocketed as his face contorted in rage. "You stupid little bitch." Her eyes narrowed at the name as he continued. "You will do as I say."
"Fuck you." She said, the foreign words tingled her tongue. She had heard the words before from not only Trunks and Vegeta, but her mother as well when she was younger.
A ki ball formed in his hand. Before he could blast her with it, she decked him in the chin, watching him stumble slightly before taking to the sky. He might have had more strength and experience, but she made up for it in speed and agility. She felt his Ki rise even more as he took after her, and she raised her own ki in kind, speeding up. She wasn't sure how she was going to escape him, because if he took to his super saiyan forms, she would be fucked. Royally.
Glancing behind her, she saw his form not even a hundred feet away and gulped.
If she stayed in the sky, he would catch up to her in no time, so she used an old tactic. She flew into the forest, using the trees and shrubbery as obsticals for him.
Fear gripped her as he used ki blasts to disintegrate anything that was in his path of her, and she have to veer left sharply to avoid the blast.
And then he was in front of her, arms crossed.
"Shit." She came to an immediate stop, but still bumped into him, his thick arms stilling her instantly.
"Onna." His voice was deep and threatening.
"Veggie-head." She said evenly, though it came as a surprise for her. With as terrified as she was, she was surprised she could speak at all.
He pulled her down to the ground with him, very forceful, the strength behind it felt as if he was trying to dislocate her shoulder. When their feet were firmly rooted on the ground, he sat on a toppled log, pulling her into his lap, her stomach pressed against his legs. With one arm holding both of hers captive, she wondered what he was going to do when it suddenly hit her. The breath left her as she tensed.
"No!"
He didn't reply as he lifted his arm and brought his open palm down forcefully on her buttocks. The sudden strike caused immediate pain, and she lurched trying to break free of him, tears causing her vision to blur.
"Stop it!"
He ignored her as he lifted his arm once again, before bringing it back down on the already tender flesh of her butt cheek.
"Vegeta, please!" She pleaded, sobbing. She hadn't been spanked in years. It hurt so bad, even now that she was stronger than any human alive. This time, he hesitated when he lift his arm, but continued non the less, giving her several more spanks before stopping. She was openly crying, years dripping down her face and into the dirt. He said nothing as he released his grip on her arms, freeing her, she was limp across his lap, fists pressed against her face as she tried to calm herself. When she had finally stopped crying and was hiccupping, she took several shaky breaths before glancing at his vace.
"Sorry." She mumbled, voice wavering.
He said nothing as he moved his arm again, and for a moment there, she thought he was going to spank her again when his hand pressed gently against her aching bum, and rubbed it softly.
In a way, it felt soothing to her. After all, her mother had done so before after her spankings, but from him... it was different. She looked quizzically in his face, seeing his nostrils flare as he took in a deep breath, breathing in her scent, and his eyes darkened. Snatching his had away haistily, he pulled her to her feet.
She stood on shaky feet as he moved away from her.
Their eyes met and somethign in his caused her face to heat, though it was already red from her crying spell.
"Be at training tomorrow, onna." He said gruffly, the 'or else' unspoken. Nodding, she watching him take off to the sky, feeling his ki heading back towards Capsule Corp.
She frowned and rubbed her bottom, wincing.
"Mean jerk." She huffed and took to the skies as well, only she headed back in the direction they came from, because she had left her shirt back at the waterfall, and it wouldn't do to come home without one.
So, what do you think?
I hoped the spanking didn't come off as weird.
I mean, I know she's like twelve and all, but she was being disrespectful, very disrespectful. And though in human terms, she would be considered a child, for saiyans, she would have probably been mated to someone in the next few years. And the hormones she leaks... lol, well, what do you expect of a saiyan? Also, since she has matured, Vegeta would no longer just see her in a straight laced way. He has some occasions when the instincts kick in, warping his view of her.
The next chapter, I'll bring Trunks back, okies?
Reviews are very welcome and appreciated. :)