***

"Eh?" His voice, much to his delight, didn't bounce of the never-ending expanse of hell. He looked around and noticed something. He could feel his heart beat again. Could smell things other than sulfer and brimstone, and feel the cool mist of a late-night drizzle.

Radditz's Saiyan heart nearly leapt from his chest.

"I'm alive."

"Indeed you are, Radditz." A holy looking creature popped into existance in front of him. He had a long, sleeveless robe, blonde hair that swished gently in the breeze, and...

"Is that a harp?" The Saiyan blinked.

The creature nodded and suddenly the instrument vanished. With a small poof of smoke, a parchement, extremely ancient looking, replaced it. Reading glasses appeared on his nose and his wings twitched as he read the document. He leaned back against a trashcan and Radditz watched in amazement as it turned into a large, plush recliner with the words 'LA-Z-BOY of the Afterlife (heaven model)' etched on a small price tag. The angel sat down.

"Hmm... I see... very interesting," he said thoughtfully.

Radditz tipped his head.

The parchament disappeared. "It seems you've been given a second chance at life."

The surprised man remained silent, wondering what he'd done to deserve this.

"Well you see, hell has become crowded, but heaven has infinate space. We don't get many permanent tenants.. not many people make it there. Hell, on the other hand, is stuffed to capacity. They've been getting alot of new entries as of late, mostly from earth, mostly lawyers. But anyway," he smiled as the reading glasses disappeared and his wings tucked neatly into his robe. "You've been granted release."

"What's the catch?" he asked.

"Well, since we can't just let people that are evil go up to heaven, you get a chance to prove yourself to Him," the angel said.

"Him?"

"Yes, Him," he nodded. "You have to do something good. Something big, or some smaller somethings, but you have to have changed. Inside. And for that purpose." The recliner disappeared just seconds after the angel stood up. "You are changed outside."

"What?" He tried to look at himself.

"Ahaha, not yet," he shook his head. "Once you have finished your good deeds and changing, you'll be returned to your true form."

"Then go to heaven?" The Saiyan warrior questioned.

"Not quite. You'll live in the mortal world until your death, and then stand for rejudgement," he explained.

"I see... can you give me any more information?" Radditz asked.

"No, I can't," the angel started to fade. "Because I have to be back in heaven in exactly four and a half seconds."

"But... how will I..."

"Sorry, good luck," the angel disappeared, the trashcan reappeared, and Radditz was alone.

He muttered to himself and sat down... or tried to. Why did bad things always happen to him? He was a good.... okay, so bad things sort of had an excuse to happen to him, but why so often?

"What the..!?" He exclaimed. He'd rolled right to his back. He awkwardly stood up, very aware of the fact that he was walking on all fours.

The Saiyan slowly moved toward a fallen trashcan lid to look at his reflection. His head slowly moved forward and his eyes widened at what he saw.

"Oh shit." He swore, only to realize that he couldn't speak Basic; the universal tongue of Frieza's forces, but that he was speaking in small meows, grunts, and something that sounded remarkably like Saiya-go. He muttered in his own personal language and smacked the trashcan lid, angry at this turn of events. How was he supposed to do good deeds as a furry, cuddly looking feline?

Well this is wonderful. He thought sarcastically. But... at least I'm alive.

This wasn't his most preferred of forms. By all means, he'd rather have been a nice, scarey-looking dog, or a bestial boar or something... not a fuzzy kitten. It clashed with his personality. It was just wrong on too many levels to count.

***

He's gonna dump me. Pan nervously brushed a strand of dark hair from her face. She'd never had much luck with boys. Her boyish looks clashed badly with her need to be treated like a girl. Although she had filled out somewhat over the last two years, she was still more athletic looking than she'd have liked. Unfortunatly, she couldn't look feminine and still fight, and that was a trade she was not willing to make.

This was the first time she'd been allowed to go on a date alone. Usually her father paid Goten to follow her and keep an eye on her, but today he hadn't. Goten was out of town. Trunks was out of town too. Nobody to eavsedrop on her and her date would mean more fun. Or would it?

"I just don't think we mesh well. I think we should just be friends," he said.

Aww... the old 'let's just be friends' line. They never mean it. Why don't they just say "I don't like you. I think you're a scarey psycopath with a freakish family. I never want to see you again, and I would die happy if I didn't have to."? Guys are such jerks. "All right, Senkinni. I have to go."

"Goodnight," he stood up and walked away.

BASTARD! Screamed in her mind. And he left me with the bill. What an ass.

"Hey Pan," Marron sat down.

"Hi, Mar," she sighed. "You see that?"

"Yeah," she responded. "Getting dumped sucks. Especially when they say 'I just want to be friends'."

"Tell me about it," she reached for her purse and pulled out her credit card.

"Don't worry about it," Marron shook her head and pulled out her bill. "I'll charge it to his father, he comes here alot."

"Thanks," Pan stood up. "I'm gonna go."

"See you later. Hey, call me if you need to talk, okay? I know what it's like to get dumped," she stood up as well. "Trust me."

"I'll be sure to," she said half-heartedly. "Thanks, Marron. Goodnight."

The down-cast girl trudged from the small diner and started walking down the street. No matter how many times it happened, she hated being dumped. It was just the thought that they didn't like her. That she wasn't good enough. That was the worst feeling in the world. She sat down on the curb.

"Meow."

"Hi, kitty," Pan turned and scratched it under the chin. "You having a bad night too?"

"Meow." You can say that again, woman, he thought, cringing at his insesant meowing.

"I got dumped. You get dumped?" she asked.

Something like that. "K'siant."
"Erm... did you just say something, kitty?" Pan leaned close, eyeing it suspiciously.

Radditz sweatdropped. "Meow." That wasn't supposed to happen.

"No tags," she petted his neck and he purred. "Do you have a home?"

You humans are dumber than you look. I'm a CAT, I can't talk to you!

"Well, why don't you come home with me for a while? Until we find your owners, at least. I don't think daddy'll mind," she picked him up and turned him over.

"Mreeeowww!" He hissed angrily. Don't look at me there, you crazy woman!

"A boy kitty, huh?" she set him down on her lap.

Damn straight.

"Well, what should I call you until we find your real name?" she asked, scritching gently behind the ears.

His tail whipped contentedly behind himself. Oargg... I don't care as long as you don't stop doing that.

"How about... Izmadia...?" Pan asked.

"Meow," he purred. God, that feels good. I could die happy.

"You like that?" she continued scratching him behind the ears. "We can call you Izzy for short."

Ahh... don't care... don't... stop.

Pan stood up and pulled her bandana out. "You know, you look kind of like a lion with that mane."

I told you not to stop!

"You're a cutie, kitty." She smiled at him.

Stupid human. Well, at least I know I resemble myself... My real self, that is.

"Let's go home, k?" she set him down and gently tied her bandana around his neck. "You look stunning in my bandana, Iz."

"Meow." Gee, thanks kid.

Pan lifted into the air, still holding Radditz, and headed for Frypan mountain.

***

No no, me no like flying! Not when someone else is doing the flying!!

"Aww, settle down, kitty, we're almost home," she scratched him behind the ears.

Oooh, you know my weak point now. Hey... I thought humans couldn't fly? Maybe some of em' can. That little bald guy on the island could fly. Could she be related? he looked at her deep black eyes and angular, but delicate face. Definatly not. She is WAY too attractive to be related to him.

Radditz sighed mentally. This beat being in hell, but it was a major annoyance. Being Saiyan, though, things tended to annoy him, so it wasn't much of a surprise, however irritating it was.

"Look, we're here." She said.

Pretty sweet place, woman, he thought. Where's my room?

"Be good, if you're not, Daddy might not let me keep you. Okay?" she asked.

"Me-ow." He meowed agreeably. Oh well, at least I'll have somewhere to sleep. And something to eat. Which reminds me. I'm starving! Hey, woman, get me something to eat! "Mreow... rarw..."

"I promise you can have some food once they say you can stay," she pulled out a key and put it in the hole.

Hey, this girl's pretty sharp. She caught onto that relatively fast.

The door clicked open and Pan kicked her shoes off and draped her purse over the back of a chair.

"Kaasan? Tousan?" she called. "Are you here?"

"Yes, in here, Pan," a male voice called.

Hmm... wonder if they have any dumplings... that sounds good. "Meow," he purred softly. Ah, Crap on a crust, I hate that. I want my voice back!

"Welcome back, dear. How was your date?" Videl asked.

"Not so great, mom. We broke up," she sighed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey," she clicked the tv off and turned to her daughter. "Are you okay... and what's that in your arms?"

"What's what?" Gohan sat up and looked at her. "Pan..."

"Can I keep him...? Please??" she gave him puppy dog eyes.

Oh, she's good. She could melt Frieza with a look like that.

Gohan smiled. "Sure... you can...."

"Wait, you know I'm alergic to cats," she warned.

"Momma, please?" She gave her best pleading look. "I'll clean up after him, you'll hardly know he's here. I even gave him a name! It's Izmadia."

"Well... it couldn't hurt, Videl," he said. "I had a pet when I was her age."

"No you didn't," she turned to him.

"Remember Icarus?" he asked.

"Oh yea. He wasn't really your pet," the woman pointed out.

"Meow." He tipped his head and looked at the three. I'm hungry! I'm hungry!

"He is kind of cute," she said slowly. "You can keep him for a month, if it doesn't work out, he's out of here, okay?"

"Yah! Thank you, mommy!" She set the cat down and gave her mother a hug. "I won't let you down."

"Meow." Food, here, in me. Now would be preferable.

"I'm going to feed him," Pan scooped the cat from the floor and bounded to the kitchen. "I'll go with Bra to the city tomorrow and get some cat food and a litter box."

"All right, Pan-chan," Gohan replied.

"Dear Lord, what have we done?" Videl sighed and leaned against him.

"I don't know, I think it could be good for her," he said.

"You're hopeless," the woman shook her head. "But I love you anyway."

Gohan smiled.

"Let's say... while Pan is feeding her new cat, that you and I go upstairs... alone..." Videl grinned.

Gohan smirked and the two were gone before anyone saw them move.

***

"Well, we don't have any catfood. Maybe I can get you some milk," she pulled out a bowl.

He gave a disgusted cat-grunt and his face contorted in distaste at the idea. Eeww, milk!? I want some meat!

"You're just like Goten," she shook her head. "Fine, I'll get out some left... what am I saying?? There's never any leftovers here. Not with Saiyan around."

His ears perked up. What was that? Radditz jumped gracefully to the tabletop. Did you say 'Saiyan', woman? There are Saiyan here? Where? Was that guy in there one?

"Might as well make something for myself, considering I didn't get much to eat on my date," Pan started pulling things from the cupboard. "What do you want, Iz?"

Dumplings!!

"I feel like some dumplings, how about you?" She scratched him under the chin.

Mmmmm.... yeah...

"All right," she said, pulling out all the ingrediants and pans. "I'll get this started and show you where you'll be sleeping real quick. If you go to the bathroom on my bed, though... you'll eat it, got that, cat?"

"Meow." Got it, sheesh, woman, you're more Saiyan than Kakarrot. Where did that come from? She's not Saiyan at all... is she? She does look like a fighter... and she can fly. She couldn't be a Saiyan. Kakarrot's dead and... Vegeta wouldn't have had brats, would he?

"Come on," she lifted him from the table and dashed off. "This is where you'll be sleeping."

He surveyed the room, looking for possible exits, places to sleep, hide, ect. Not bad.

Pan locked the door and pulled her shirt off, tossing it to the floor and walking over to her closet. She dropped her bra.

"Meow."

"Who said you had to watch?" she called back.

Good God, woman, what are you doing?? his mind hollered. I'm here, I'm a guy! I'm... a cat. She doesn't know I'm not a regular house-cat. Somehow it didn't feel right to watch her get undressed. Sort of like watching your sister change. Sure, it could piss her off, but it wouldn't do anything in the longrun. It somehow felt like he was just standing there while a comrad changed armor, not like he was watching a woman undress in front of his very eyes. Still, it didn't feel right, so he turned and plopped down on the bed. Ohhh... I'm almost as tired as I am hungry. Without his consent, his eyes slowly dipped shut and soon he was asleep.

Pan turned to him, now in her pajamas, and smiled. He was a very cute cat. She sniffed the air.

"Oh shit," she dashed from the room, flew over the banister, not even bothering with the stairs, and dashed to the kitchen. She turned the stove off and tossed the charred remains of her food in the sink. "So much for that idea. Oh well, might as well wait until breakfast. I'm tired anyway," she scratched her head. "And why am I talking to myself?"

The girl shook her head and muttered as she trudged back up the stairs. Pan plopped down in bed, causing Radditz's black eyes to shoot open and him to stand up quickly, ready to defend against attackers.

"Settle down, Iz, it's just me," she petted him gently.

He sighed deeply and laid back down.

Pan continued petting him until he finally fell asleep again. Soon after, she closed her own eyes and drifted into a peaceful sleep.

***

Pan woke up bright and early to the smell of cooking food. She smiled and sat up, expecting to feel her new feline friend next to her, but instead felt nothing but air.

"Iz?" she stood up and looked around her room. "Iz, where are you?"

"The cat's downstairs," Gohan informed from the door, straightening his tie.

"Oh, okay. Where are you going, dad? It's Saturday," she said.

"Teacher's convention. Saturday through Monday," he sighed.

"Aww, poor Daddy," she smirked. "You hafta work while the rest of us get the day off."

"Don't rub it in. I could always call my mother and have her assign chores," he threatened playfully.

"No, no!" she shook her head, laughing. "Not grandma!"

The two shared a good laugh.

"I'm going to get some breakfast, I'm starving," she said, grabbing a robe and entering the hallway.

"Your cat appears to be starving too," the demi-Saiyan said. "It's eaten about half of what Videl made."

"Are you serious??" she turned to him. "But... mom always makes enough to feed you, me, and her."

"Well, she had to make about 50 more pancakes."

"Wow." Pan blinked. "Saiyan cat."

He looked thoughtful.

"Well, gotta eat, gonna pass out," she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Have fun at the convention."

Pan jumped over the railing again and zoomed to the kitchen. "Hi mom."

"Hello, Panny," Videl set another huge plate of pancakes on the table and the girl wasted no time in digging into it like there was no tomorrow.

Radditz stopped eating momentarily. She even eats like a Saiyan.

"Ah, that was good," she smiled contentedly. "I'm gonna go get some cat food and stuff then spar with Trunks for a while. Is it okay if Bra spends the night tonight? I want to show her Iz."

"That's fine, just don't get into any trouble," Videl warned.

"We won't," she grinned.

"Pan..."

"We won't, honest!" she exclaimed.

"All right," Videl ate three pancakes and looked satisfied.

How can she eat so little and still live?? Must be a human thing. Where did that come from? No one told me I was on Earth... I guess I just assumed...

"Keep an eye on Iz while I'm gone, k, mom?" Pan stood up and started for the stairs to shower and dress.

She frowned. "All right, but if he gets too close..."

"Right, right," Pan sweatdropped.

Radditz looked at the two women in confusion and decided to follow Pan, as her mother called her.

So the kid's name is Pan... I wonder what her parent's names are. I'll have to look around later. What do cats act like anyway? I've barely even seen one before! I can't go around acting like a Saiyan in a cat's body. Her father is already suspicious. Might as well look around in rooms and stuff. Maybe I can find some pictures or something.

Instead of following Pan into her room, he swung a right and entered another room, one much larger than Pan's. Radditz leapt up onto the bed and watched the girl's father comb his hair.

Why does he look so familiar? I can't know him, can I?

Gohan picked up his shoes and sat down on the bed causing Radditz to go bouncing around.

Are you trying to make me lose my lunch? Stop bouncing me around, you idiot.

"Meow."

Gohan looked to his side, dropping his shoelace, and peered at the cat. "Why do I feel like I know you?"

So you feel it too, eh? Just tell me your name and... well, I can't tell you mine, but oh well.

Radditz and Gohan stared eachother down for a few more seconds before Gohan went back to his shoe and the Saiyan turned feline surveyed the room. Years of battle had made him wary of everyone that could be a threat and made him particularly cautious of closed spaces. Luckily, there was a door and two large picture windows in this room, although he had no idea how he was going to open a window in this body. His dark eyes fell on a picture on the other side of the room. Apparently, his eyesight wasn't any different because of his new form.

He jumped to the floor and up to a chair, standing on two legs with his front paws holding him up. His tail whipped slowly, confusion in his eyes.

Kakarrotto.

"Meow?" He looked over to Gohan and then back to the picture. It was an old picture with Goku holding a very young Gohan in his arms and Chi Chi clinging to his side. Must've been Kakarrot's mate.

The demi-Saiyan came up behind the cat and looked at the picture. "You like that picture, kitty?"

No, but I would like to know who you are.

"Dad," he murmered.

"Meow?" Did you just say dad? You... no... he shook his little head. Couldn't be.

"You wanna know who these people are, cat?" Gohan asked.

Radditz looked at him expectantly.

"This older guy is Goku, and the lady is Chi Chi. They're my parents. This little guy is me a long, long time ago," Gohan set the picture down and patted the cat's head. "Not that you know what any of the things I just said mean."

I've fallen into a new level of hell, Radditz thought. This can't be happening, he slowly stepped down from the chair and went off to find somewhere to sit.

"Daddy!!"

"Gohan! You give me back my son!"

"Heh heh, I don't think so, Kakarrot."

"Daaaaaaaaadddddddyyyyy!!!"

Radditz shook his head to rid himself of the images. Of all the people to find him, it had to be that brat of the brat that he captured right before his death. OF ALL PEOPLE! Of course, that meant another thing. She was Saiyan, too. His assumption had been correct. Radditz sat down on the floor hard.

This is bad. This is very, very bad.

***