Pure blood Saiyans never age, they always remain eternally young and forever in their prime. The muscles become stronger with persistent training, the hair never grows, their skin never wrinkles and they discover new forms of power. Both Goku and Vegeta were forever in their prime, though their wives were aging slowly, their main focus was their training, their fights, their conquests.

Goku of course took a much easier, light weighted approach to living. He lived for the sake of eating, fishing and sleeping. He had been fighting to save his loved ones since was just an eight year old boy and now, though he was meant to be 40 years old, he felt it was time to take things easy and relax. He loved it when Gohan and Pan visited; he loved his grandchild to bits. She was a strong girl but she could never transform into super Saiyan, as according to the prince it simply wasn't possible for female Saiyans to do so. Though disappointed Pan only trained harder, she loved nothing more than to prove the arrogant prince wrong.

"Chichi, Pan has grown up quite a bit hasn't she? It seems like only the other day she was only this big!" Goku exclaimed bending over and holding his hand below his knee. Chichi was washing the dishes, she smiled at him, she fondly remembered when Pan was a little baby girl but she was proud of the woman she was gradually becoming.

"Oh Goku, you're just getting old. I don't care if you look young; your brain must be aging in some way…" Chichi insisted, picking up another pot and wiping it clean with a wet cloth.

Goku shook his head, "not possible, according to Vegeta, our brains stay the same…he said some other stuff to but I didn't really understand but hey, you're wrong so…" Goku laughed, running over and kissing his wife lovingly on the cheek, "but you're lucky your still very attractive" he nibbled on her ear and she giggled.

"Goku, you're young, I'm old, and my body isn't what it used to be…" Chichi protested.

"I bet it is!" Goku laughed as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her away to their bedroom.

Meanwhile Pan was out the front relaxing, lying down in a soft bed of grass looking up at the clouds. Her mum and dad were out shopping, her seventeenth birthday was coming up so she assumed they had gone to buy her a gift, probably a boring book or something nerdy, so typical of her parents. She really wanted a new fighting outfit but her parents didn't give her too much pocket money so she guessed she was never going to get that.

In the distant sky she saw a figure flying, a male, strong and fast and heading straight towards her. It was Vegeta. Pan got up and combed her fingers through her hair. He was definitely a stunning specimen, more so than her grandfather who was so much of a clown most of the time. This male was a noble being with standards and he had a mean attitude, Pan loved it. She felt nervous as the Saiyan prince landed in front of her, his presence was fierce; his eyes were narrowed as he scanned her up and down.

"You like what you see?" Pan teased, blushing ever so slightly.

Vegeta grinned and walked over to her, Bulma was such a bore compared to this fine young creature before him. Her skin was tanned, her hair raven black like a true Saiyan, her eyes said more than words ever could and she was quite pretty. He knew she was also a determined fighter, not accepting her fate to never become one of the legendary super Saiyans, but her admired her courage and also frowned upon her arrogance. Was he ever so different from her?

"You're Goku's grandchild. Watch yourself Pan, teasing me can be a dangerous game" the prince warned, the tone of his voice was dark and menacing but husky and daring. Pan wondered if this was an invitation to further provoke the older male, she smiled and flipped a strand of hair off her face.

"So what?" She laughed casually. What she was doing she didn't know, did she want Vegeta to take advantage of her? She felt her heart race and her felt her face redden as her body became heated. She was at sexual maturity and she knew it, a late bloomer compared to Vegeta's own daughter, Bra but still, she knew she had needs and soon these needs must be met. She felt like a predator and she wouldn't stop prowling around the beautiful prince until she got what she thought she desired.

Vegeta gave a mocking laugh, "I'm sorry, I don't mess around with children". He pushed Pan aside, ignoring her completely and knocked on the front door of Goku's house but there was no answer.

"They're busy" Pan whispered into his ear. Vegeta caught a sweet scent on the wind, was it the girl? Was she in heat? He turned to face her and the scent was strong about her, an alluring, tempting scent that caused his muscles to stiffen in excitement. His nostrils dilated as he took another deep breath, he had not smelled such sweetness before, and she was completely unique, unlike earth women. He rested his hand firmly on her shoulder.

The front door swung open and Goku jumped out, "Hey, Vegeta! Nice to see you! Wanna spar?"

Vegeta jumped, slightly startled and removed his hand from young Pan's body and was indeed thankful that he hadn't the chance to take things any further with her.

"Yes, a good fight will do you some good; you've gotten a bit fat…" Vegeta mocked and took off in the air, Goku followed while Pan just stood there, her heart beat slowed down and her mind cleared. Why on earth had she suddenly had the urge to allow Vegeta, the rudest, most arrogant man ever to take her as his mate? He already had Bulma; did he really want her too?

Chichi was at the door, her hair messed up and knotted and wearing a dressing gown around her body, a bright beaming smile on her face, she looked as though she had just won the lottery, "Pan! Come in! Let's have lunch!"

Reluctantly, after what she knew her grandparents had just been up to, she followed Chichi into the house and sat down to have lunch with the elder woman. There was a large box on the kitchen table with a big red ribbon tied around it.

"What's this?" Pan gasped, a smile spreading across her face, "a present? My birthday isn't until tomorrow!"

"Oh, I know but Goku insisted I give this to you now and well, he's been such a good husband lately, did you know…" Chichi rambled on.

"Please" Pan protested, "save the details for my mum or someone…else. Oh wow!" She opened the box and inside was the most wonderful thing ever. There was a weighted blue Gi under top, orange Gi pants and matching top, blue boots and a red belt. She picked up one of the beautiful boots and it too was weighted. Here was some new training gear, just like her grandfather's and her father's.

"You're the best!" Pan hugged her grandmother tightly, she felt like the luckiest girl in the world.