Saiyans Can't Fight Destiny | By : ss_dragon_lady Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 6040 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: Yes this story was already started on here by ss_dragon_lady. Do not worry though, that is me. I just had to make another account because for some stupid reason I can not sign into that account. I couldn’t even get an email from that account when I clicked on forgot password. So I just started posting this story under this one. I say again this is ss_dragon_lady and this story is not stolen, so please don’t turn me in. Thanks!
Here is the disclaimer --------- I don’t own Dragon Ball, Z, Gt, any charcters, storylines, or logos. I do own a dbz kite, movies, t-shirts, some action figures, and some DBZ fruit snacks. However if I did own it the show would still be going and I would be rich.
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Saiyans can’t fight Destiny
Chapter 1
The Fight And The Tears
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Pan was walking through the school grounds in her usual attire jeans, t-shirt, and orange bandanna not paying attention to any thing in particular. She heaved a heavy sigh. There were signs posted every where about the senior prom Friday night it came two weeks before graduation. It was the event of the year and she did not have a date. It was not from the lack of invites though. Next to Bra, she was the most hated and yet sought after girl in school. Bra because she was unspeakably rich and her because she was the granddaughter of Hercule “The Savior of the Earth”. Which she had to laugh at every time she thought about it. If the world only knew the truth.
It seemed half the boys at school had asked her to go with them and she turned them all down flat. There was even rumors starting to go around about her and Bra being gay because Bra was also turning down all her invites as well. Pan new the truth however, Bra was going with her uncle, Goten and was trying to keep it a secret from her father. Vegeta would be killer mad if he knew his baby was going out with Kakorot’s brat. Pan did not care what they thought she knew it wasn’t true. Therefore, she let them believe what they wanted. Oh great she thought here comes the star of the football team.
“Hey Robert.” She said not even looking at him. She had no time for these games she had a sparring session to get too.
“Hey Pan I was wondering since you did not have a date for the prom yet if you would go with me?” There it was, Pan thought she tried to let him down easy though.
“Sorry Robert but I can’t go to the prom with you.” His look of shock quickly turned to anger over his hurt pride.
“I see. The rumors are true then, you are gay. No wonder you have not been seen with any guys hanging off you. You know what? I bet you have never even been touched by a man such as me.” He said running his hands through his greasy hair.
“You are no man by my standards.” Pan laughing replied.
“You wouldn’t know a man if he came up and did you right now.” He quickly shot back, smacking her on the butt. A smirking crowd drew closer around them.
“You lucky dog, how did it feel? I bet she hasn’t felt something like that before.” Robert’s friend yelled from the crowd.
That was the last straw for Pan. She would allow no man to touch her, unless she wanted him too. She balled up her fist and punched his face; then slammed her fist into his stomach, and for good measure kicked him right in his balls. While he was lying on the ground clutching himself in extreme pain, she started laughing and in the sweetest voice said, “Do you have any more comments about me or my body?” All poor Robert could do was shake his head no.
When Pan turned to leave the crowd parted, trying to stay out of her way. She flung over her shoulder as she flew off, “By the way don’t worry about me, you should worry about yourself when you can’t get ‘it’ up to par and your girl walks out on you.”
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On Pan’s third trip around the earth, she came to the realization that is why the other half of the boys at school was scared of her. Why she will never fit in anywhere. She will never get married and have kids. Not with her strength and temper, any man would be scared of her. She stopped in mid air completely lost and helpless for the first time in her life. Her a saiyan, feeling so weak and vulnerable. Vegeta sure would try to beat some sense into her, and her father would remind her that she was only a quarter saiyan, so don‘t worry about it.
At that moment, she felt the familiar ki of her best friend heading her way. Pan felt tears sting her eyes, the only man that she ever wanted was untouchable by her, he has and will always treat her like a child. See her like a little sister. She has loved him her entire life and sometimes it seemed beyond that. Him being eight years older then her and dating Marron, Krillin’s daughter didn‘t help either.
There are even rumors going around about a special ring that he had made for their engagement. In his short adult life, he has earned the reputation as being a playboy, seeming to like blondes the most. It would infuriate Pan every time she seen another blonde airhead hanging off him, she just wanted to blast them all to hell to play with her Saiyan family members. After all, they were all just after his body or money sometimes both even Marron. She knew it so why couldn’t he see it too.
He was almost upon her; she could barely make out his outline in the distance. She tried to make the tears stop but the same thought kept repeating in her mind, ‘The only man she wanted thought of her as a child and the boys at school were scared of her or thought she was gay.’ He quickly closed the distance between them and came to a stop in front of her.
“Hi Panny. You ok? I felt your ki spike and you pass over like three times. Are we going to have our sparing session or not?”
“Yes I’m fine, “she choked out squaring her shoulders and smiling her best fake smile. Trunks instantly knew that something was wrong and that he was not getting anything out of her without a spar. One of his father’s trademark smirks crossed his face
“Are you ready for me little Panny?”
“I’m always ready for you Trunks.” She practically purred with a smirk that matched his. They flew at each other fazing in and out, as they fought. Trunks matched his pace to Pan’s; they traded blows, few getting past each other’s defenses. While Pan blocked one of his low punches to her stomach he threw another that caught her cheek sending her crashing into the ground below making a large creator.
Trunks froze in mid air, realizing too late what he had done. He shook himself from his dazed state and dived towards her unmoving form. He dropped down beside her calling her name. He gently turned her over and started scanning her body for injuries. The only thing he could see was a large dark bruise forming on her cheek, making him sick to his stomach. He softly called her name while patting her uninjured cheek. A look of complete shock crossed his face, when he had his feet swept out from under him. Pan and Trunks rolled across the ground fighting for dominance. They came to a stop with Trunks on top pinning her to the ground, both breathing hard.
“Don’t you ever scare me like that again! Do you hear me?” Trunks yelled angrily
“Why!!! I’m nothing to nobody, and I wish that I was never born.” Pan shot back, just as loud. A look of horror crossed his face when her words reached his ears.
“Don’t you dare say that! You hear me Pan? You make this world bearable to everyone you meet.” Trunks said shaking uncontrollably. He couldn’t believe she dared even think that. At that moment, tears spilled from her eyes, she turned her head, trying to hide the evidence of her weakness. However, Trunks would have none of it; he cupped her chin, turned her to face him.
“Don’t hide those from me,” He whispered wiping a few away with his thumb. It unnerved him to see her cry. The last time he had seen tears from her was when she was a small child. Trunks shifted his weight from her, and rolled over so that she was on top.
“I’m sorry Trunks.” Pan mumbled.
“What are you sorry for?”
“For being weak.” Pan said starting to break down again. Trunks smiled sadly at her and replied.
“You go ahead and cry. You cry for everything you’ve never cried for.” Pan buried her face in his chest and let it all come rushing out. Everything she had been holding in her whole life. Trunks wrapped his arms around and gently rubbed her back. A long time passed before the lengthening shadows singled to Trunks that darkness would soon be upon them. Pan had long since stopped crying but Trunks thought she felt to right in his arms to make her move, and she didn’t seem to inclined to move either. Trunks didn’t want to break the spell that had him holding an angel, but it was starting to cool down and they needed to get off the ground. “Are you asleep Pan?”
“Yes.” Came the muffled reply. Trunks smiled at her as she slowly pulled away from the comfort of his arms. A small smile gracing her lips. “Thanks Trunks I feel a lot better.” Trunks froze when he caught site of her severely bruised cheek.
“What’s wrong,” Pan asked worriedly. Trunks gently touched her cheek causing Pan to flinch slightly. He knew he would be dead when Gohan saw her face.
“I’m so sorry Panny.” Trunks knew it would be black by morning, it made him sick to think that he had done that to his Pan. Yes his Pan he had known she was his since the first time he held her in his arms.
/Flashback/
“Dad I don’t want to go and see some stupid baby,” an eight-year-old Trunks whined.
“Be quite brat if I have to go so do you.”
“Shut up the both of you and go get in the car or no food tonight,” Bulma shouted finishing the agurement. Vegeta and Trunks grudgingly walked out to the car and climbed in. A short drive later, they were walking through the hospital. “You both better be on you best behavior.” Her boys just nodded their heads.
“Why didn’t you bring Bra too,” Trunks whined.
“Because she’s to young.” Bulma snapped. She hated it when he whined. They walked up to a hospital room and knocked on the door. Hearing a muffled come in over the sound of the crying baby inside. They pushed the door open and walked in; the whole Son family had squeezed into the tiny room around Videl including Goku. Bulma ran over to Videl cooing, “She’s so beautiful. Videl you’re practically glowing.”
“But she won’t stop crying,” Gohan said from Videl’s side.
“Can I hold her?”
“Off course, If you want to have no hearing left” Videl laughed, handing the crying infant to Bulma. She held Pan in her arms rocking her, trying to get the crying to stop. Vegeta stood by the door looking for an a chance to escape, while Trunks stood by the window with Goten, lost in their own little world. Trunks was snapped out of his daydream by his mother’s voice.
“What mom.” He snapped in a voice much like his father’s.
“Trunks I asked you if you wanted to hold her?” Bulma said trying to control her temper.
“Do I have to with her crying like that?”
“Come on she’s so pretty in her little purple dress. Come over her and sit down in the chair.” Bulma commanded. Vegeta decided to break his silence.
“I don’t think that is a good idea woman.”
“What do you mean,” Bulma said trying not to shout. Vegeta just smirked.
“Trust me no one will like the consequences if he holds her.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You all will find out soon.”
“He is only eight years old maybe he shouldn’t hold her yet.” Gohan started.
“I’m going to be standing right beside him besides he has held Bra before.” Bulma carefully placed Pan into Trunks’ arms. Vegeta watched as his mate handed Trunks the crying brat. He just shook his head and commented under his breath. ‘At least she’s a Saiyan.’
Trunks was scared but would never admit it when his mother laid the crying baby in his arms. His fear drained away as he looked upon the tiny face that had stoped crying and now stared at him in wonder. Bulma smiled down at her son.
“Her name is Pan. Make sure your careful with her head just like you are with Bra.”
“Ok mom.” He may have been only eight at the time but in that, moment he knew his life had changed forever. Pan had on a little purple dress just like his mom said, it almost matched his hair. It was covered in lace with a matching headband and lacy panties that covered her diaper. She had a head full of black hair and black eyes to match. Trunks tensely reached up with is free hand and touched her soft cheek as if she was going to break. A smile slowly formed on his face as he stared at her and she stared back, lost in their own little world, where time stood still. Trunks did not even notice his mom squat down in front of him until she spoke.
“Isn’t she pretty Trunks? You even got her to stop crying too!” Bulma grinned. Trunks was unable to speak so he just shook his head ~yes~. When Bulma started to take Pan, he finally snapped back to reality.
“NO, SHE BELONGS TO ME!” He said harshly, holding Pan in a firm grip. Bulma took a step back she had never seen this side of her son before amd it scared her. *It almost reminded her of the way Vegeta is towards her.* That’s it, now she knows what Vegeta was talking about earlier. Best keep that tidbit of info to myself, Gohan is not going to like this, though I kind of do.
“Come on Trunks, let me have her. You could scare or hurt her, if you’re not careful.” Bulma said trying to bluff her son, but she could see Pan was nither. Infact she looked completely happy and safe in his arms almost as if, she belonged there. ‘Best keep that info to myself too.’
“SHE’S MINE” Trunks hissed as he jumped over the chair arm landing gently on his feet, Pan still staring at him. Bulma looked defeated and turned to the rest of the room for help. No one else in the room had a clue of what to do because they have never seen him act this way. Gohan decided to try though. Something was pulling at him, telling him he was losing his daughter.
“No. She’s mine and she needs to go back to her mother now, Trunks.” Gohan tried to reason. There was no way he was going to try and take Pan from him. He had her in a death grip, as if it was the end of the world or something. Pan might get hurt in the process, but what he didn’t understand was why Pan wasn’t screaming her head off after being moved around like that. She just continued to stare up at Trunks.
“No one is taking her from me.” Trunks said taking a step backwards. Gohan and Bulma looked at each other, what was they going to do. During all of this Vegeta watched from the corner smirk plastered on his face. He pushed himself off the wall heading towards Trunks. He was proud of his son. Fighting for what he wanted and no one telling him other wise. It was very Saiyan.
“I told you so.” Vegeta said, as he pushed pass Gohan and Bulma, smirk still in place. He stood in front of his son, arms crossed.
“You’re not taking her either, father.” Trunks growled. Vegeta glared at his son. Now he was acting too much of a Saiyan even for his liking. Vegeta bent over to his son’s ear, so no one else would hear him.
“She will be yours in due time, boy. Destiny and your mother has already set that in motion. Be warned, you had better prove yourself worthy and be strong enough to be her mate. For she has to accept you.” With a determined look on Trunks’ face he nodded his head yes. To everyone’s surprise, Vegeta stood up with Pan in his arms. He turned, handed her to Gohan, not looking at anybody else in the room. He quickly turned back to his son.
“Come boy, you have much training to do.” With that, they both launched out the window, leaving a dumbfounded room behind them.Except for Pan who now stared out the window and Goku with a knowing smile on his face for he had heard every word and liked the idea of it all. Their kids would be unstoppable.
/End Flashback/
Pan had noticed Trunks just staring at her and she got nervous. So she did the most natural thing in the world, to her, and punched him on the arm. He snapped out of his memories, rubbing his arm.
“Ow! Why did you do that?”
“Because you were staring at me.”
“Oh was I?” Trunks askedwith a smile.
“Yes you were.”
“I’m sorry if I was.”
“We seem to be saying that a lot to each other today.” Pan laughed. Trunks just smiled again.
“I guess your right. Now seriously Pan why were you crying you haven’t cried since you was five. That I am sure of.”
“It was nothing. I just had a bad day at school that’s all.” Pan said trying to smile. Trunks pulled himself and her up in to a sitting position. He was tired of laying on the ground looking at her. That had also given him other ideas, which at the moment was not good to have. Now sitting Indian style with some space between them, Trunks said.
“I know better then that. Come on and tell me Pan.” Pan shoulders slumped as she sighed in defeat and it all came rushing out.
“I really don’t know what’s wrong with me. I try hard to fit in at school, but I don’t. Half the boys are after me to get me in bed and the other half is scared of me. Some even think that I am gay. Can you believe that? All because I have turned down every invite that I have gotten for the prom. There is even a betting pool going that me and Bra are going to be coming together or not at all. I just can‘t stand any of them or that school no more.” He could not believe all the sadness and anger that was crossing her face as she went on in a rush.
“Today I snapped. Robert the star of the football team asked me out and I turned him down too. He got so mad he started yelling that I was gay and I wouldn’t know a man even if he came up and did me right there in front of everybody. That’s when he had the nerve to slap my butt.” At this point of the story Trunks was completely fuming. No one touched his Pan. She did not notice that he was just barely able to control his Ki as she continued her story.
“I completely lost my temper. I punched him in the jaw, then in the stomach, and then I kneed him in the balls. As he was lying there on the ground holding himself, I told him now try to get his stuff up to par for any girl. That’s when I left and have been flying ever since.” Now Trunks was trying to keep from laughing. ‘Serves him right. They all will learn not to mess with my Pan.’
“Now I don’t want to go home because I know the school done called my dad about the fight today.”
“Pan it’s not your fault. The boy should not have touched you or said them things.”
“I know Trunks but my dad will not see it that way. He will just say I should had told a teacher and not lost my temper. I guess with this fight I probably won’t get to walk with my class at graduation. You know I finally come to the conclusion that I do not fit in anywhere on this planet. I will never get married or have kids. No man would want me because I don’t need their protecting with my strength and me temper doesn’t help the matter either.” Trunks smiled. He new the truth. She already had a man willing to marry her and have a family with her. All she had to do was grab on with both hands and never let go.
“You will find your man someday, I promise.” He smirked, then he quickly changed the subject. “How bad does your jaw hurt?”
“Not as bad as the balls of some boy I know.” Pan smirked; they both burst out laughing at that one. It was starting to get dark so Pan stood up and Trunks quickly followed.
“So you want me to go home with you, Pan and help explain what happened to your cheek?”
“No dad’s going to be mad enough about school, but thanks.” Pan smiled. Then a thought struck Trunks
“What are you going to do about your prom pictures, Pan?”
“Remember, I don’t even have a date. I’m not going to go even if I get to go. Bye Trunks and thanks for everything.” With that, Pan took off and was gone from sight. As he stood there, staring in the direction she left and the darkness closing in around him a plan started forming in his head and a smirk on his face.
“You’re right father I will have Pan as my mate and the time is fast approaching.” He lifted off and shot towards his home to set it all in motion.
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