#panbra

trunks: yup

vegeta: my daughter is dating his granddaughter

bulla: yuh-huh

vegeta: my wife is dating his wife

bulma: sure am

vegeta: WHY IS EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN MY FAMILY ATTRACTED TO THAT IDIOT'S FAMILY

goku: does this mean you wanna get off my lap?

Rated T

For the Anon who wanted Pan listening to Bulla's heart in the Gravity Chamber.

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The thrill of a fight, that's nothing new to her. Whether she fights a foe or spars with a friend, Pan's blood always rings with excitement.

With Bulla it's different, something apart from the rest.

Bulla's ki, though a bit erratic, is bright and glowing. Feeling it is almost like staring into the sun, slightly disorienting and burning hot and beautiful.

It's hard to completely focus when gusts of her scent, which is an enticing mix of sweat and lavender, hit Pan's nose every time she moves or swipes at her with a punch or a kick. Even harder to concentrate when Pan can feel Bulla's blood hum with a high similar to hers.

Her armor doesn't help either. The way the stretchy blue material hugs her muscles and curves, hard in some places and soft in others, all of it wonderful.

And her heart. It's beating fast and it spikes every time they're close or make contact, and in turn hers does the same.

Her heart pumps and beats and sings. She can hear how, just like her own, what drives it is more than the rush of a fight.

Characters: Pan/Bulla, Gohan

Prompt: safe and sound, dreams

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Watching the person she loved die was the most painful thing Pan had ever experienced, and it was a memory that haunted her even in her dreams in the years since.

It was like reliving that day all over again, everything felt so real.

The fear in Bulla's eyes as the hands around her neck constricted and twisted was more painful than the physical damage Pan's body had suffered, yet she could not move her muscles fast enough to save her; she could barely move anything besides her vocal chords as she screamed out in anguish as Bulla hit the floor like a ragdoll.

Around her, other bodies littered the floor, all of their friends who had stayed on earth and who had still lived until moments ago when their life had been snuffed out by this nameless monster.

The opponent was too strong, even the strongest among them couldn't beat it, and the only fighters who would have stood a chance against it were either long gone or too far away in another galaxy to help them.

Her own father was barely clinging to life, and if he died, well, that was it for him. Even the dragon balls couldn't bring him back. He was their last hope, and that hope looked dim.

She couldn't lose him too.

Something in her blood seethed and imploded as she stared at the many prone figures scattered about, at Bulla's lifeless eyes as the enemy's menacing footsteps approached.

Bulla hadn't wanted to fight. She only did so because everyone else had been defeated, because despite how desperately she wanted to just be a regular woman and never trained, she was still strong and had more Saiyan blood than even Pan.

She'd stepped in to help Pan. Pan, who apparently wasn't strong enough to defeat the enemy alone... and now Bulla was dead because of her failure.

A blue flare exploded out and around her, and Pan felt her anger and strength surge, and she charged at the enemy with tears spilling from her eyes.

"Pan!"

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of Bulla's voice saying her name, and the blue eyes that had been dull with death were now filled with concern.

Bulla's hand came up to wipe her tears away as she shook and steadied her breathing, pulling her into an embrace so tight it would have fractured a weaker being's bones.

"You had that dream again, didn't you?"

Pan shuddered violently at the memory, squeezing Bulla tighter.

Bulla was alive, safe. Despite having the dragon balls as a form of insurance, Pan hadn't been sure if any of them would make it to wish anyone back.

Her gramps had told her that the afterlife wasn't so bad, that it could even be fun. But not everyone went to the same place, and thinking that there was a chance she'd never see Bulla again filled her heart with ache.

"I love you," Bulla said, rubbing calming circles around her back.