As I Grow

Chapter 15: Worthy

We finished dinner, and I helped Bulma clean up and do the dishes. She said I didn't have to help, but I wanted to. I told her I owed her for all that she's done for me and my family. She didn't argue with me, and we finished the work pretty fast together. I dried my hands off and turned to see Vegeta watching us. He motioned for me to follow him, and I obeyed. He led me down the hall, right to the gravity room. He turned the gravity up to at least two hundred times the Earth's normal gravity.

"If you want to date my son, you must first prove yourself worthy," Vegeta yelled as he went super Saiyan four.

"Very well," I replied, not sure of what I should do.

"Vegeta, what are you going to do with Pan?" Bulma said, appearing on the communications screen.

"I'm going to fight her for my son!" Vegeta yelled, lunging at me. I dodged him, and I thought I should show off what I worked so hard to achieve. I'm a super Saiyan three, but I also have a hidden power. I just chose not to use it. I powered up, and I stood there, waiting for Vegeta to make a move.

"If you really want to do this, I can't stop you. But Trunks will be mine!" I snarled at Vegeta.

"We'll see about that, Pan!" Vegeta yelled, coming at me once again. We blocked each others hits for a while, and then I decided to bring out my power. I rushed Vegeta, and I hit him. Hard. In the face. I heard the echo of my fist hitting his face, and the force threw him back. He bounced off the wall and hit the floor.

"Vegeta, I think we both know how this will turn out. I think you know, as well as I, that I'm stronger than you. I would never say that if it wasn't true," I said, landing on the ground. He stood up and rushed at me again, this time making a hit on me. I flew back, but gained myself. I lunged at him, forcing him into the ground. I growled, and he tried getting back up. I hit him down, forcing him out of super Saiyan four.

"Very well, Pan. I just want....Trunks...t..to...b..be...hap...py," Vegeta said, falling unconscious.

"I know, Vegeta," I said as I powered down. Bulma came in and took Vegeta to the intensive care unit in her lab and told me Trunks was looking for me.

"He should be in the living room," Bulma said, walking out of the gravity room with Vegeta. I made my way to the living room, where Trunks was holding my shoes and coat.

"I have to get you home before Gohan kills me," Trunks said, walking over by me.

"Yeah," I said, patting my busted lip with a washcloth.

"Driving or flying?" he asked as we walked out the front door.

"I say flying, unless you have a death wish. It's a three hour drive to Mount Paozu," I said, taking to the air. I looked down at Trunks, who looked up and smiled at me. He flew up next to me and took my hand. We flew in the direction of my home, and we arrived about twenty minutes later, and I went inside. Trunks followed behind me, in case he had to apologize to my parents.

"Where have you been?" Papa asked from the couch.

"At Capsule Corp.," I said, coming to hug him.

"I'm sorry, Gohan. My dad wanted to test Pan after supper to see if she was worthy of me. He knows she's a full-blooded Saiyan. He knows about me too," Trunks said from by the door.

"You would think he would've figured that out by now," Papa said, laughing slightly.

"Papa? Are you going to test Trunks?" I asked, afraid he would hurt Trunks.

"Not tonight," Papa said, smiling over at me.

"I'll be looking forward to that, Gohan," Trunks said, coming and putting a hand out for Papa to shake.

"As will I," Papa said, shaking Trunks' hand. I knew Papa would choose a day soon. I wanted to make sure I wasn't around for that. I know Papa won't kill Trunks, and Trunks won't kill Papa. I knew that for sure. I got up and hugged Trunks goodbye, and he turned and went out the door.

"Papa, when do you plan on fighting Trunks?" I asked, turning to face my father once again.

"I'm not sure. But I won't kill him or hurt him too bad," Papa said. I wanted to believe him. I did believe him. I loved both of these men with all my heart and to see either one of them hurt would break my heart.

"Just please, don't get hurt, and don't hurt him," I said, going over by my father. He stood up and wrapped his arms around me. I buried my face into his shirt and started softly crying. Papa held me tighter, and I returned his embrace.

My own words, echoed through my head. 'Don't get hurt, and don't hurt him.'