A short temper causes probems, but such a being fights with her emotions. When pushed over the edge, the power is a force to be reckoned with.

~An Angel's Strength, Verse 3: The Prophecy of Vegeta

"I'm on Planet Vegeta."

Pan was led to a large room after having changed into saiyan battle armor. She had requested the guy armor considering that the female version was pink. The room had two large thrones. The largest held King Vegeta himself, a look of annoyance perminantly etched into his features. In the smaller but still grand throne sat a teenage version of Prince Vegeta. It seemed that not only was she in an alternate reality, but she was in the past of that as well.

"State your name, young one." Although his expression was intimidating, he spoke gently to her.

"Um, Son Pan, your highness." She bowed out of respect. Suddenly her senses picked up an energy spike coming from the prince's direction. A ki blast was shot her way. She expertly avoided it, jumping high into the air and landing lightly on her feet.

"Prince Vegeta! What do you think you are doing?" The king tunrned toward his son who had a look of boredom on his face.

"I was simply testing whether this woman had the right to wear the armor of our proud race." He kept his gaze locked on her for a second. "Woman, why are you dressed in the men's wear?"

Pan crossed her arms over her chest. "As if I'd wear that hidious pink one. I am not five years old."

The Prince sat up straight. "Every woman on this planet wears that suit. How dare you insult-"

"That's enough, Vegeta. We should treat our visitor with the utmost respect." The king turned his attention back to Pan. "I heard all about your circumstances with arriving to our planet. I assume you were the one who shot that light beam into the sky?"

Pan nodded, her hands back down at her sides. "I came here in a time machine. I took it without permission so I had no idea on how to control it. It crash landed here. I'm not of this world or this time period."

He just nodded in response. "I see. You had a few minor injuries, but I had our best medical specialists take care of those for you."

Pan looked down at her leg, the one that had been cut by the machine. "If I may, how did you heal me so quiickly? I was told you found me only yesterday."

A smirk crossed his lips. "We put you inside one of our Rejuvenation Tanks. They will heal a body that is nearly dead within twenty four hours. You only needed four to heal yourself."

"Hmm... That's right. My grandpa has been in one of those before..."

A genuinely surprised look crossed his face. "These only exist on this planet. How could your grandfather have used one?"

"Father, she just stated she was not of this time." The prince's gaze hadn't faultered from her for a single moment.

"Then would you care explaining where you are from?"

Pan was just about to speak when her stomach made the sound of a dying cow. She rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment. "I haven't eaten in a few days... Could I explain after I get something in my stomach?"

King Vegeta sweatdropped at this. "But of course. Hiro, prepare a meal for our guest here."

A young man in the same armor as everyone else she had passed in the halls bowed. "Of course sire." He left the room.

Vegeta was awe-struck at her stomach's sound. He didn't know what it was, but he was intrigued with this woman.

Pan sat back in her chair. She had eaten enough to almost give the prince a run for his money.

"Now that you have been fed, woulld you mind explaining your background?" The king sat patiently at the head of the table, Pan on one side of him and Vegeta on the other.

"Right." Pan sat up and focused on the wall behind the prince. "I come from a time where your entire race was killed off by the tyrant Lord Frieza, save a select few who were lucky enough to have been on a different planet at the time."

"Was I one of the few?" Vegeta had his gaze fixed on her again. Before she could answer, the king told him not to interrupt.

"One saiyan had been sent to the planet Earth by the name of Kakarot. He-"

Now it was the king's turn to pipe in. "Kakarot you say?"

Pan glared at him. "Would you mind? The interruptions are quite annoying."

Vegeta stood up out of his chair. "Who are you to tell the king-"

"She is right. Sit down Vegeta. Neither of us will interrupt you again."

Vegeta sat back down with a soft growl. Pan couldn't stop the smirk that made its way to her lips.

"Kakarot had hit his head and forgot his evil nature. He was raised as a normal human being, save for the martial arts training and the issue with his tail.

"He grew up fighting the worst villans in his time. I had heard stories of the Red Ribbon Army, King Piccolo, and many more. Every time he did his best and came out victorious.

"He was known as Goku on my planet. He married and had two sons, Gohan and Goten. They helped him and the Z-Fighters defeat many more villans that were out to destroy our home. Although some gave their lives on multiple occasions, they had never lost.

"Goku's son Gohan had met a woman himself. They had married and had me. I am the grandaughter of the saiyan Kakarot and am therefore one fourth saiyan."

"Ah, you are a saiyan. I assumed such a thing from your expert dodge from my son's earlier attack."

Pan scoffed. "That was nothing compared to what I go through on earth. I had gone through about as many battles as Grandpa had at my age."

The king stood from the table. "I will have a room prepared for you in the royal courters. I will set some of my best scientists to work on your ship. Make yoursef comfortable. I will see you tomorrow at our morning meal." With that, he left the room, leaving Pan and a stare-crazy prince alone.

Pan stared back at him for a moment until she got tired of his gaze. "What's your deal?"

"You give off a strange aura. I can feel something isn't right with you."

Pan's temper flared. "Something's not right with me? You're the one with the attitude!"

Vegeta glared at her. "A saiyan prince can do whatever he wants to do. A woman doesn't tell me what to do."

Pan stood up quickly, slamming her hands on the table. "The nerve! How dare you talk to a lady that way?!"

"You are far from a lady, woman!" He stood as well. "A lady would treat her prince with respect!"

"Here's my respect for you!" She gave him the middle finger and turned away from him. She walked up to the servent outside the door. "Take me to my room." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Of course." He led the way for Pan.

The king had left the dining room to head to his study. He shut and locked the door, taking out a book from his shelf. "The Prophecy of Vegeta..." He had known it was her from the minute he was alerted of her presence. She was going to be the one to save them from the evil tyrant who had threatened them for years.