#yes another one of bulma parties love to see it!!! :3

[deathberi]

[tenshindon]

Chi-Chi for the character meme?

Give Me A Character and I Will Answer:

Why I like them:

Chi-Chi’s determination to reunite with Goku leading her to study martial arts and become one of the best martial artists in the world is such a cool concept, not to mention I love her dedication to her family and how badly she just wants to make sure they’re all okay and get to have semi-normal lives. Plus she’s a real fashion icon Can’t Cap.

Why I don’t:

This is more a fault on the writers but it’s upsetting she’s only reduced to a nagging wife (even then I can moderately respect that since she just wants to make sure no more bad things happen to her or her family but that’s a conversation for a different day).

Favorite episode (scene if movie):

God I forget the movie but that One Scene where Gohan’s surrounded by armed men and Chi-Chi comes in and bodies them effortlessly. We Will forget what happens after that as far as I know that is the only thing that happened in that scene Yes Sir <3

Favorite season/movie:

I Guess the Piccolo Jr. arc was pretty Epic, getting to see her go hand-to-hand against Goku an’ all that. I also love her in the early parts of the Buu Saga where she’s just like. Being A Total Mom to Gohan :)

Favorite line:

Partially paraphrasing BUT

“Well, of course I am; not all of your problems can be solved with fists, you know.” -Chi-Chi to Krillin after suggesting he flies directly to Bulma to get the Android-Destroying remote.

Favorite outfit:

I liked her little beam/cutter helmet from when she was a kid, but as for full outfits I really love the outfit she wears in the Buu Saga during Bulma’s party. It was nice to see her step out of her traditional outfit and into something more modern! Plus I loved her hair style too.

OTP:

The relationship she and Goku have is so unique and I actually love how they aren’t overtly affectionate with one another; they have their own ways to show their love for each other and it’s so good for my heart.

Brotp:

Chi-Chi and Videl! I like that they can bond over a lot of things, those of which include mothering, loving Gohan, and even martial arts. In this vein I guess I more so just like Chi-Chi being Videl’s motherly figure.

But if we’re talking STRICTLY friendships/BROTPs? Then Piccolo without an hesitation. No questions asked nor needed. Piccolo comes over every weekend to have dinner with the Sons just because Chi-Chi’s cooking is THAT immaculate.

Head Canon:

Chi-Chi still practices martial arts, which isn’t even a headcanon. But I like to think she practices kung fu a whole lot more than what people probably think; if she isn’t cooking or being a mom then she’ll just go outside for a while and practice old formations, maybe even as a form of meditation.

Unpopular opinion:

Chi-Chi’s a great mom and a wonderful wife and deserves to be treated so much better.

A wish:

Maybe when Goten’s older, let Chi-Chi get out of the house more! Let her have a life outside of motherhood! And man it’d be SO impossible but let Chi-Chi get into more fights man!

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen:

She’s already got pretty trash treatment and I’ve already talked about how permadeath is Impossible for main cast members so. I don’t really have any fears for anything happening to her other than her and Goku separating but? I find that very unlikely lmao.

5 words to best describe them:

Truly Best Mom Best Wife

My nickname for them:

Momma! But not in a weird way I promise it’s just how I talk--

[db-gochifan]

GoChi Winter Event 2022 - Day 3

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Title: Dinner Night Pairing: Goku/Chi-Chi Characters: Goku, Chi-Chi, Gohan, Goten and Misaki (OC) Summary: Chi-Chi is unsure of going out with baby Misaki so soon and the Son family have a Christmas dinner together. Cross-posted on AO3 and FFN

Chi-Chi checked on baby Misaki and fixed her blanket, holding her tighter against her chest. Then she looked up at the three boys in the circle. “I’m still not confident about doing this. She’s so tiny.” “It’s going to be fast, I promise.” Goku assured her and they exchanged glances. “It’s better than going by car in this freezing weather.” “That’s a really good point. Do we still have to go, though? I’d rather stay in tonight.” “Bulma is waiting for us. They are all anxious to meet Misaki.” “I’m sure they will understand if we change our minds in the last minute.” She was almost begging them. “What do you think, Gohan?” “Hmmm…” The fifteen-year old boy folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes for a moment. “I’m really on the fence here. Both you and mom have very good points.” “That’s not really helping.” “I want to go.” Goten shared his opinion. “I want to see Trunks.” “So we have 2x1. You three can do celebrate with them if you want. I’ll stay here with baby Misaki.” “You’re going to stay here on your own on Christmas’ Eve?” “Yes. Not on my own, though. Misaki will be with me.” “I can stay.” “No, Gohan, I don’t want your night to get ruined because of me.” “Mom, it’s okay. I didn’t feel like going anyway.” “Alright, if that’s what you really want. I can make something for us. It’s not gonna be anything typical from Christmas though. Can you take care of your sister for a while?” “Sure.” The mere thought of eating Chi-Chi’s meal was enough for Goku’s stomach to growl rather loudly. He grinned and turned to Goten, kneeling down to be on his eye level. “Son, why don’t we stay in tonight? I know you miss him, but you can see Trunks another day. I promise I’d take you there.” “But dad…” “This is important to your mother. Your sister is very little yet, so it’s not good for her to be out there in such cold weather.” “But I have a Christmas present for him.” “We have another reason to go to the Capsule Corp in the next days.” The youngest Saiyan glanced at his two-month old baby sister and then to Chi-Chi. “Okay.” **** “I think it’s easily -10ºC outside.” Goku said after he walked in. “I couldn’t get many vegetables unfortunately. There’s only ice out there. Everything is frozen.” “It’s okay, that should do it. Thank you.” “Do you need help with anything? Cut some stuff maybe?” “Ah… yeah, sure. You can cut some carrots and tomatoes.” “I can do that.” He walked behind her to get to the other side of the sink. “Thank you for staying in tonight.” Chi-Chi whispered and then glanced over the counter. “Do you think Goten is upset for not going to Bulma’s party?” “It’s very likely, but he will get over it soon, once he gets his present.” “I hope so.” She bit her lower lip. “Either way, I should go talk to him. I can tell he’s been feeling left out since Misaki arrived.” “Well, he used to be the youngest one and now things changed.” “That’s true. But still, I don’t want him to think I don’t love him anymore or any less because of his sister.” “I’m sure he knows that deep down.” “Yeah.” “Oh no.” Goku grabbed her forearm softly. “Are you crying?” “I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” Chi-Chi let go of the knife and covered her face with her hands. “I feel so bad for him. I’m a terrible mother.” “Don’t say that, you’re an amazing mother. You did a wonderful job bringing our sons up. They are good boys because of you.” “Goku.” She looked at him and blinked a few times before drying her tears. “Thank you.” “You’re…” “Mommy?” Little Goten tugged on her pants and they looked down at him. “What is it, son?” Chi-Chi knelt down, so she could be on his eye level. “Do you need anything?” “Are you crying?” “No, sweetheart.” She shook her head and smiled warmly at him. Then she stretched her arms and picked him up, standing up again. “Everything is okay.” “Hey, Goten.” Goku’s voice echoed and the boy looked over his shoulder, grinning as wide as he could towards him. “Mommy and daddy are making dinner. How about you help us?” “Goku, I really don’t think it’s…” “Can I really?” He looked at Chi-Chi looking for approval, but he could barely hold his excitement. “I suppose it’s okay.” She placed him on the counter. “As long as you don’t touch any knifes or other things that can get yourself hurt or cut you. I know how you can be very curious sometimes.” “Okay!” He said cheerfully. “Do you want some carrot?” She offered him a small piece of the vegetable and Goten quickly grabbed it, shoving it into his mouth. “Can I have another one?” “Yes!” “Here you go.” She gave him another piece and he looked at Goku, swinging his little legs back and forth. “How do you say it again?” “Thank you, mom.” “You’re welcome, darling.” “Goten, daddy needs to cut some tomatoes. Do you want to help me?” “Sure!” “Don’t let him get near a knife, Goku.” “Don’t worry, I’ll watch him the whole time.” He picked the boy up and placed him near where he was. “Meat! Can I eat some?” “You’re definitely a Saiyan.” Goku couldn’t help but laugh. “Huh?” “Not yet, Goten. It’s raw, we need to cook it first.” “Ah.” He seemed to be disappointed, but kept on swinging his legs happily. “You don’t have to wait much longer, sweetie.” Chi-Chi came with a themed plastic glass with grape juice and handed it to him. “In the meantime, you can drink this.” “Thanks, mommy.” “Wow, Chi-Chi, this is one of the best meals made by you that I’ve ever had.” Goku leaned back on his chair and threw his head backwards, rubbing his stomach. “People can try, but no one else cooks like you.” “Thank you, Goku. That means a lot, considering we did it in the last minute. I don’t take the entire credit though. Each one of us helped a little tonight. So I want to thank you all.” “You’re welcome, mom.” Gohan replied beside Goten. “I also want to apologize for not having enough time to prepare a dessert.” “Hey.” Goku rubbed her arm softly. “We didn’t plan on staying in tonight. You did your best with what you had.” “I know, but you know me.” Chi-Chi looked at him. “I like getting the whole thing done.” “I do know it. But hey…” He looked around. “We’ve got fruit. Yummy and healthy. It’s perfect.” “You’re out of this world, you know that?” “Quite literally.” He laughed it off. “My favorite outer space human.” She touched his forehead with hers briefly. “But I don’t think we have enough fruit for everyone.” “It’s okay, I can get some.” Gohan pushed his chair away and stood up. “I can do it, Gohan. You don’t have to worry.” “It’s very cold outside, mom.” “Actually, why don’t you let me take care of Misaki and Goten while you go get more fruit?” “You want to take care of them on your own?” Chi-Chi raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Of course! It’s just for a few minutes, I can totally do it.” “Alright then.” She stood up. “Gohan, I want to go too.” Goten jumped on his big brother. “Goten, it’s really cold for you to go outside at this time.” “I can handle it.” He insisted. “I’m also a… Sai… Sai… what does daddy say again?” “A Saiyan.” Goku said, clearly enjoying the situation with his little replica. “That’s right, you are. And a strong one.” “Yes! I can help you.” “Okay, okay.” Chi-Chi gave in. “But you need to put on very warm clothes first.” “Got it.” “Come on, I’ll help you.” Gohan teleported to the second floor, to their bedroom. They arrived just in time as her voice echoed around the house. “I said no teleporting inside the house!” **** “The snow is really dense. I can barely walk on it.” Chi-Chi tried to reach the orchard area of the house. “Come on.” Gohan stretched his hand towards her while holding Goten’s leg over his shoulder and she took it immediately. “Uh… mom?” “Yeah?” “What happens if the fruits are frozen and we won’t be able to eat them?” “I guess I didn’t think about it. If they are frozen, we won’t be able to eat them. I’m sorry for making you two come out here for nothing.” “It’s okay, mom.” Gohan turned around to go back inside. “Son, can we talk for a moment?” Chi-Chi held his forearm and looked at him with pleading eyes. “Sure.” “I never really asked you how you feel about Misaki and having a sister.” “How do I feel about it?” “Yeah. I’d like to know your feelings about it.” “I feel good about it. It’s good to have another girl in the house, for a change. There’s been only one until a few months ago.” “That’s true. But this isn’t about me, I wanted to make sure you weren’t feeling left out. And also to let you know neither me nor your father love you any less because of her.” “I know, mom.” He smiled reassuringly to her. “Good.” She fixed the collar of his jacket and looked into his black eyes. “I’d also like you to know that you can come talk to me about anything, okay? Anything at all.” “Thank you.” He put his arm around her and she buried her face on his jacket, leaving wet stains on it. Gohan rubbed her back until she stopped crying and sobbing. **** “Goten and Misaki finally fell asleep.” Goku walked into the living room, only to find Chi-Chi filling some socks that were hanging on the fireplace with candies and small gifts. There was a soft and warm smile on her lips as she thought about how excited Goten gets during Christmas time. She could barely wait until Misaki was old enough to understand things. “What are you doing?” “I’m stuffing things in these socks so the kids can find them tomorrow.” “That’s really cool.” He grinned. “Do adults get one too?” “You want one?” “Yes! I mean, if I can have it.” “Sure, of course you can have it.” Chi-Chi looked at him and smiled. “In fact, I was already filling one up for you.” “You were?!” “Of course. We’re all children at heart.” She said in a warm tone and resumed her task. “Everyone in this house deserves a sock on Christmas.” “Can I get mine now?” “No, Goku. I’m sorry, you’re gonna have to wait until tomorrow like everyone else.” “Ah, that’s not…” He saw her disapproval look and immediately became quiet. “Alright.” “However, I got something for you. I was going to wait until tomorrow, but it’s guess it’s okay to give it to you tonight.” “That sound exciting! What’s it?” “It’s in our bedroom.” “Chi-Chi, isn’t it…” He couldn’t help but glance down her body. “No!” Chi-Chi blushed heavily and screamed. “I’ve hidden it in our wardrobe. I’m done here, so we can go to bed now and I’ll give it to you.” “That sounds great.” “Let’s go then.” Goku was getting a little impatient with Chi-Chi doing other things like setting the bed up. He was dying to know what she had bought him. “Chi-Chi, did you forget about my gift?” “Oh, that’s right.” She looked at him and pressed her palm against her forehead. “I completely forget it. I’m sorry. I’ll get it now.” She walked to their wardrobe and grabbed a small box from the top shelf. Then she held it tightly in her hands and lied down on the bed beside him. She handed him the box couldn’t help but smile seeing his puzzled expression. “Here it is. Open it.” “Okay.” His suspicious look remained on his face until he opened his gift. It immediately changed to a happiness one and he didn’t even bother holding how he was feeling in. “A brand new pair of blue wristband!” “It’s something very simple, but I hope you enjoy it.” “Are you kidding me? This is great!” He said cheerfully and hugged her tight. “I love getting fighting accessories.” “I know.” Chi-Chi smiled warmly. “Thank you so much! I loved it! I can’t wait to show them to the boys tomorrow. Vegeta is going to freak out!” “I’m glad you really liked it.” “It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” Goku put them back into the box and put it away on the chest of drawers behind him. “Did you choose them yourself?” “I did.” She nodded her head. “Actually, I didn’t really choose them, I designed them.” “What?!” “I made them on my own a few days ago, while you were away training.” “Chi-Chi.” “I don’t know why you seem so impressed. You know I’ve been designing fighting clothes for both you and Gohan for a few years now.” “I know, but wristbands too? They seem harder to be designed.” “Not really, to be honest. I thought they were going to, but they were actually quite easy. I made a pair of Gohan too, a red one. And I think it’s time Goten gets one too.” “Goten too?” He blinked in surprise. “Does that mean you…” “I think it’s time he starts learning to fight. The basics, he’s still too little to get into intense training.” “That’s okay, as long as he gets to learn it. But I thought you wouldn’t want him to train, like you did with Gohan.” “Well, I still think education is the way to go, but I think we can find a balance between it and fighting. It was actually my idea. I had suggested it to Gohan a few months after Goten was born. We were supposed to do it together, but the plans changed a little I guess.” “You were going to train him with Gohan?” “With everything that happened with Cell and you being gone, I thought it wouldn’t hurt. He could help protect the Earth if needed.” “We can still train them together. I’m sure he’d love to know his mother was once a fighter too.” “And I don’t mean to brag, but a very good one.” “I have absolutely no doubt about it.” Goku grinned. “This is exciting.” “We’ll talk more about it soon. For now I just want to sleep and rest before Misaki wakes up in the middle of the night, hungry.” “That’s a very good idea.” He pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her. It didn’t take long for them to fall asleep.

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Impasse - Chapter 8

Chapter Summary: Now that Vegeta is out of danger, he and Bulma finally come clean about their feelings for each other. They both acknowledge that the road ahead may not be easy, but they could face any challenge, as long as they face it together.

Chapter warning: Fluff; Explicit sexual content.

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Hello everyone! This is the second to the last chapter of Impasse! Aaaayyy, I am so thrilled that I am almost done with this story! I can’t believe that this little fic that started as a one-shot has turned into a full story that has become very close to my heart.

This chapter will contain lots of fluff and a long bit of smut towards the end. I hope you like it!

And please, if you have any questions or loose ends that you would like to see tied up, leave me a comment so I can be sure to include it and give closure in the next (the last!) chapter.

Your feedback will be greatly appreciated!

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Chapter 8: Breakthrough

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Bulma rested her head on the hospital bed, beside Vegeta’s pillow. Her hand was on his left hand, gently stroking his skin as she wistfully stared up at his sleeping face.

He was alive. He was fine.

And she loves him.

She had finally said the words, and as she did, it was as if a tremendous weight had been lifted off her shoulders, freeing her from the constraints that had held her back from fully loving him and letting herself be with him before.

She was determined, more than ever, to always love this man, to always show him that she loves him, to be as good to him as he had always been to her.

She still couldn’t quite understand what it was that made him love her, but she was going to find out, and she was going to nurture his heart for as long as he was willing to give her his love.

After she had confessed her feelings to him, he had given her the most heart meltingly sweet smile she had ever seen, a smile so serene that she had never thought she would ever see it on his face.

He had motioned for her to come closer, and as she did, he craned his neck so his lips could plant a gentle kiss on hers.

It was light… little more than a flutter against her lips, but the feelings that rushed through her at his wordless response floored her, caused her heart to shatter and rebuild all at once.

She had cried beside him, her hair falling limply across his chest as she hunched over the bed at his side. He had quietly watched her, letting the strands of her hair flow through the fingers of his right hand as he hushed her, comforted her as she tried to comfort him.

Ouji-sama had come in as she was drying her tears, and he had laughed loudly in his relief at seeing his son conscious after his accident.

When breakfast was rolled in by the hospital staff, Bulma had taken it upon herself to feed him, laughing lightly as he turned his nose up at the food in distaste.

He had gone back to sleep after his meal, and Ouji-sama had left Bulma in the room with Vegeta as Tarble and Gure arrived, so the Oujis could speak with the Insurance and Billing team regarding his bills and discharge schedule.

She straightened as a groan left him, his brows knotting together.

“Vegeta?” she called softly. “Are you in pain?”

“Bulma?” he asked, his eyes fluttering open.

“Yes, I’m here. Are you alright? I can call the nurse,” she said, reaching out for the call bell.

He shook his head. “No, I’m ok.”

“Are you sure?”

“I could… I could use some help sitting up,” he said.

She nodded, reaching down the side of the bed to the controls that the nurse had shown her earlier. The bed can recline or raise according to the patient’s preference, so she pushed on the button to make the upper half of the bed tilt up, setting Vegeta up into a slight sitting position.

She helped him pull the pillow up until he was nice and comfortable, leaning back against the bed, sitting at a level with Bulma on the small chair that she had pulled up to his side.

They were now eye to eye, and Bulma fussed with his blankets, pulling them up to his chest while carefully maneuvering the linen so his injured arm was not disturbed.

“Bulma,” he called, his voice still hoarse, probably scratched up a little while he was intubated in surgery.

“Yeah?” she asked, looking at him in concern.

“We… we need to talk. Really talk,” he said.

“Vegeta, you’re injured. I don’t think you should strain yourself,” she said, lifting a hand to push his hair away from his face.

“It won’t be a strain. I just… I need to do this while all this shit is floating around my head. I wanna get us sorted out.”

She sighed.

“Promise you’ll go back to sleep if you get too tired?”

He nodded.

She took a deep breath.

“Alright. I’ll start,” she said. She looked deep into his eyes, her hand finding the tips of the fingers of his left hand, softly playing with them as she spoke.

“Vegeta… I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” she felt a lump begin to rise at the back of her throat. “I have been so stupid. I never meant to be so difficult. I was just so confused, and I… I was scared. I was scared of what I felt. I was scared of my family. I was scared that I was reading too much into what we had and I panicked. I have never…”

A sob cut her words off, but she pushed on. “I have never felt this way before. I needed you so much, and I couldn’t understand why. And when I finally figured out I was in love with you… I tried to ignore my problems, I… that weekend at the cabin? It will always be my most treasured memory. Because I let myself go, I just let myself feel. I am… I am so…”

The tears began to brim over, and she watched through watery eyes as his dark eyes narrowed, asking her to continue.

“Vegeta, I am so in love with you. And I don’t know if I will ever be enough for you. I’m petty and immature and I am such an impossible person and I don’t deserve you. You have put up with so much from me and I hate myself for putting you through this. You’re… you’re probably better off without me.”

He kept watching her, and he took a deep breath before he spoke. “Do you… do you want to be without me?”

She shook her head furiously. “No! I… My heart… my heart can’t take it.”

“Bulma,” he said. “Listen to me. I… when I am with you… it’s like every dream I have ever had has come true. But this past week, it’s been hell, woman. I won’t deny it. You’ve made my life so fucking complicated, and yet…”

He kept his eyes on hers as he continued. “And yet… even if my life would be easier and less complicated without you… I don’t want to be without you. I can’t be without you. Because as much as you infuriate me sometimes… I need you with me.”

She took in a shaky breath, about to speak, when he held up his right hand, indicating that he had more to say.

“I am also not without blame. I realize now that I really should have spoken to you more about… about my heart.”

He shook slightly, his eyes dropping to the necklace on her chest. “If I hadn’t been so terrified to breach this, then maybe all these… problems… would not have arisen. I never even told you what that necklace means.”

“Vegeta, please, don’t ever blame yourself. I was the one who was running away…”

“And I was the one who never gave you a reason not to,” he whispered. “I have known for a long time… hell, I told Raditz that I couldn’t get you out of my head. Then the party happened, and…”

“I had been with a few other women before, but nothing had ever compared, had even come close, to that night, Bulma. It was amazing, and you… you were so utterly breathtaking. It was beyond pleasure… you had touched my soul.”

“It was then that I became absolutely sure that I would never again want anyone else. You are the only woman for me. And instead of telling you this, I acted like a stupid fucking Casanova, seducing you instead of wooing you. I… I must have confused you, as well.”

She gulped, “Vegeta…”

“Bulma, forgive me.”

She raised shocked eyes to him. “Vegeta!”

“I had forgiven you for everything before I drove off yesterday. I understood you already. I was going to the cabin… It was the last place where we had been happy and I thought, if I was there, I could clear my head. I wanted to find another way to ask you to come back. And right before my accident, I figured out that what I had to do was tell you the truth, in words that you deserve to hear.”

Bulma held her breath as she saw his own eyes brighten suspiciously, and she realized that Vegeta had been holding tears back.

“Vegeta, what are you trying to say?”

“I am trying to tell you… that I love you, Bulma.”

A sob broke through her lips, eyes wide and overflowing with tears as she lifted a hand up to caress his bruised cheek.

He brought his uninjured hand up to hold her hand against him, nuzzling into her palm as he spoke fervently. “I’m not an easy person to get to know. But you have put up with me and… for some reason, you love me. And while I am endlessly grateful, I need to know that you have forgiven me, too.”

“Vegeta… I love you,” she cried. “And I was never angry at you, but for what you think you have done to hurt me, then yes, I forgive you. Please, let’s try this again. With all cards on the table. I want to… I need to make this work.”

He nodded. “We have to learn to talk. We need to talk about things. No more guessing. I will try, and I need you to help me get better, Bulma…”

Bulma stroked his face with her fingertips as she responded, “Yes. We’re both new at this… relationship thing. We’ll learn together. How’s that?”

He nodded. “Perfect. And… I suppose… are you my girlfriend now?”

She laughed, giddy peals of laughter through the torrent of happy tears. “Only if you're my boyfriend.”

“Acceptable.”

He was about to say more, when a large yawn broke from him, and he turned his face away as his mouth opened wide.

She giggled, her hand on him stroking his head, his hair, while her other hand hastily rubbed her tears away with the neck of her shirt.

“Go back to sleep Vegeta, I will still be here when you wake up.”

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True to her word, Bulma waited until he woke up again so that she would be there when he did. After he woke, Ouji-sama, Tarble, Gure and Goku were all in the room, and she finally decided to head home for a while to take a shower and pack some clothes for another two days’ stay at the hospital. He was expected to be discharged on the third day, and she planned to spend every waking moment at his side.

The feel of the water against her skin felt divine, and after her shower, she turned her television on as she dressed, needing some background noise to distract her from her ongoing worry for Vegeta.

She nearly dropped her clothes when she realized exactly what was on TV.

It was a flash news report, showing Vegeta’s smashed up car in what appeared to be a towing garage, interspersed with flashes of South-West Medical Center.

She turned the volume up to hear what was being said.

“… CEO, Vegeta Ouji, has been reported to be in stable condition following the car crash. The hospital personnel here at South-West has not released an official statement regarding the extent of his injuries, but sources have stated that he had sustained fractures and blunt force trauma.”

“The Ouji family is with him at the moment, and there have been rumors going around that his girlfriend, whose identity has been largely speculated at, will be back shortly, as well. We will keep you all updated on-”

Bulma turned the television off as disgust filled her. She hated reporters and the paparazzi. They were vultures, and she had been surrounded by them nearly her whole life. She was relieved that they had not been as viscous in South City as they had been in West, but with Vegeta having been brought to a hospital at the border of the two cities, she supposed it was about time that she was reunited with some old friends.

She chewed on her nails as she headed to the hospital, fighting back the anxiety that had been building up in her.

She shook her head forcefully. No. She had promised Vegeta that she would be there for him, and she would face a few cameras for him, should they recognize her. Which, she was sure, they will.

She realized she was correct when, upon parking her car and approaching the entrance to the hospital, a flock of reporters began to rush at her, microphones and cameras pointed at her, and she groaned at the thought of facing the reporters.

“Just like old times,” she mumbled with a grimace.

Well... At least she had changed into decent enough clothes, now.

She wore jeans and a simple pink shirt, whose neckline was low enough that her crescent necklace was now proudly on display. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she had put on some powder and gloss so she could at least look pretty for her sick boyfriend.

Vegeta. Her boyfriend.

She hid a secret smile behind her hand, keeping her head low as the reporters neared, determinedly watching her feet as she kept walking.

“Ms. Bulma Briefs! It’s Ms. Bulma Briefs!”

“Ms. Bulma! It has been months since you were last spotted-”

“Is it true that you have been working with Ouji Enterprises-”

“Have you really moved into South Cit-”

A particularly pushy reporter came up, rudely shoving his microphone into her face.

“Ms. Bulma, there have been rumors swirling lately that you have been working for, and have been dating Vegeta Ouji. Care to clarify?”

She raised her head at this.

She looked the reporter dead in the eye…

Took a deep, steadying breath…

“Yes, the rumors are true. I am in a committed relationship with Vegeta Ouji. Now, if you will kindly excuse me…”

She smiled gratefully as two security guards – one blond female and one dark-haired male, who looked identical save for the colors of their chin-length hair – came up to push the reporters back so she can make it into the hospital.

As she arrived back at Vegeta’s room, she sighed in relief as she pushed the door open…

Only to find five pairs of eyes staring at her in various states of surprise or delight.

She looked up, and groaned aloud when she saw that they were all tuned in to the gods damned TV station that showed live footage of what had been going on outside the hospital.

She had no doubt, from Goku’s and Ouji-sama’s mischievous grins, Tarble’s and Gure’s awed expressions, and Vegeta’s profoundly smug smirk, that they had all seen her impromptu interview.

She shook her head with a laugh as she shrugged.

“Um… surprise?”

Turned out, no one was actually surprised.

8-8-8-8-8

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Vegeta had been discharged from the hospital four weeks ago, and Bulma had been enforcing the doctor’s orders on his stubborn ass every single day since then.

No strain on the left arm. Take the pain medication when in pain. Extremely simple orders that her equally bullheaded lover seemed to find impossible to follow.

She had taken it upon herself to drive him around whenever she could, especially after she found out that the stupid man had been looking at his stupid phone during the accident and he had nearly been unable to veer away from the oncoming drunk driver because he was stupid and distracted at the wheel.

She had screamed at him, various levels of “I told you so”, as she reminded him of the many times she had told him not to use his phone while driving.

That afternoon, a bright and cheerful Saturday, she and Vegeta had gone to the local cemetery, to the Ouji mausoleum, so she could “meet” his mother.

“I promised her that I would pick a woman that she would approve of. I just wanted to show her that I kept my word,” he had told her, and she had been so happy that she had kissed him on the mouth in the middle of the café they had been sitting at.

Still unused to public displays of affection, he had turned from her with a huff, but not before she saw the blush on his cheeks.

They had been speaking seriously since the accident, intent on communicating more, and they learned more about each other on those weeks than in all the months they had been together before.

Now on their way home, as the sun began to sink below the horizon, Bulma held tightly on to the wheel as she made up her mind about her next course of action.

She was driving his brand new blue SUV, having left her beat-up car in his condo’s parking garage after she picked him up to go to the cemetery.

They came upon a fork in the road, and to the right, would be the road leading to his condo.

She took a sharp left.

Vegeta sat up straighter, looking back in confusion towards the other direction.

“Bulma… we were supposed to go that way,” he said, pointing behind them.

“Really?” she asked, remembering a similar scenario when he had done the same thing to her.

“My condo is to the right, woman.”

“Yes it is.”

He blinked at that. “Then why are we going the wrong way?”

“Because we are not going to your condo, Vegeta.”

“Where are we going, then?” he asked impatiently, no doubt suspicious of the grin that she had felt forming on her lips.

She ignored him as she took another turn, a shortcut that she had just recently discovered, and before he knew it, she had idled the car in front of her apartment building.

Bulma turned to grin at him, taking in his wide eyes.

She had told him before, that her flat was her little sanctuary that no one but she had ever gone into.

She was finally ready to let him in.

She pushed on the gas to move the car again, until she had parked into her usual parking space.

She hopped off the driver’s seat, not looking at him as she nervously twisted her hand around the chain of her crescent necklace.

She felt him approaching her, then his right hand found her left, twining their fingers together, tugging slightly until she looked back at him.

His eyes were soft, gleaming happily as he spoke, “Come on, now. I want to see your home.”

They were silent as they made their way upstairs to her flat, and her hand shook as she put her key into the lock on the main door.

The door swung open, and she moved aside, motioning for him to step in before her.

He did, and as she watched him look around her tiny apartment, her heart burst at the sudden realization that filled her mind and soul.

With Vegeta in her life, in her beloved private sanctuary…

Now, she was truly home.

8-8-8-8-8

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Vegeta laughed as he looked at an old photo of Bulma as a child, wearing a large pink sweater with her name proudly stamped in large bold letters on the front.

She had been bored one day, three years ago, and had decided to convert all of her favorite childhood photos into digital images that she had placed into the cloud. She had saved all of those into her laptop, which now sat on the small coffee table before them as they snacked on biscuits and chocolate on her couch.

“Why on earth do you have your name on all of your clothes? Were you afraid of getting lost, Bulma?” he asked teasingly as he turned to the next photo, this time of her as a pre-teen in another atrocious getup, but this time, the Bulma was on her baseball cap.

“Hey! I thought it was cool, alright?” she defended, pressing the key to make the pictures move on to the next.

The next photo was of her and a scruffy-looking boy with a large scar on his cheek.

“Oh, and who is this?” Vegeta asked.

“That’s Yamcha, my first boyfriend.”

“Your first what.”

“Vegeta, relax, I was fifteen, nothing happened. He was too terrified to even touch my hand.”

“Tch,” he remarked, before he turned to the next photo.

They both froze.

“Oh my God is that…” she whispered.

“Bulma, is that…?” he asked, zooming into the photo.

It was Bulma as a flower girl at the wedding of one of their wealthy family friends, when she had been about four years old. She had been wearing a fluffy, pink taffeta dress, and the picture was taken during the wedding march.

Beside her, wearing a decidedly angry expression, was her escort, a young boy of about ten…

With suspiciously familiar, flame-shaped black hair.

“Oh my God! Vegeta! That’s you!” she shrieked, pulling the laptop off the table so they could stare incredulously at the photo.

“I remember that wedding, I hated that stupid suit,” he groused.

“Oh come off it, you looked cute!” she said, mentally debating on whether or not she should make her next silly confession.

Oh what they hell. They were supposed to communicate, were they not?

“I can’t believe it… Vegeta, I had a massive crush on my wedding march partner for weeks. And it turned out to be you!”

He turned to face her, eyebrows raised. “Are you serious?”

“Yes! Oh my God, look at me here! I’m totally blushing!” she said, pointing at younger Bulma’s very red cheeks. “My first ever crush was this boy in the wedding. I remember telling my dad that I was…”

“What?” he asked when she cut herself off. “Telling him what?”

A furious blush rose to her cheeks. “I… I told my dad that I was gonna be the bride next time, and I was gonna marry that boy. What are the odds that it was you!”

Vegeta grinned. “I guess we were always meant to be together, then,” he said, the playfulness of his tone belying the suddenly serious look in his eyes.

She sensed the change in the atmosphere immediately.

They had not been intimate since their cabin outing over a month ago, and it was the longest time they had gone without since they first slept together.

Bulma put the laptop back on the table, pushing the screen down to let the laptop sleep.

She raised a hand, letting her fingers hover over the soft skin of his cheek, his tiny cuts from the accident all but gone.

He, in turn, lifted his right hand to her chin, tenderly cupping her there as he leaned forward…

They both lunged forward at the same time, their lips passionately meeting in a powerful clash of tongue and teeth, their desperation and need for each other evident in the way they both reached out, madly pulling at the other’s clothes while their mouths danced furiously with each other.

She wrenched his button-up shirt open, uncaring of the buttons that snapped off, while he reached down to the edge of her skirt to hike it up, until his fingers were teasing around the edges of her panties along her upper thighs.

She broke away from his kiss to throw her head back, a loud gasp escaping her as he ran his teeth along the side of her neck, leaving little bites along her throat, catching the chain of her necklace with his tongue.

She felt him shrug off his ruined shirt, before she felt his hands clasp her around the waist, pulling her thin blouse up as his hands travelled higher, cupping her breasts through her clothes and making her groan in anticipation.

“Bulma,” he rasped. “I need you.”

“Take me to bed, Vegeta.”

She rose as he did, and mindful of his still healing left arm, she tugged on his right hand, pulling him in the direction of her bedroom.

When they got there, he did not even give her the chance to close to the door before he was on her, pressing her back against the wall as he attacked her neck with his mouth, his restless hands roving over every inch of skin he could reach.

She managed to clear her mind for a moment, as she whispered, “Vegeta, your arm…”

He seemed intent on ignoring her as he pulled back, only to pull her shirt over her head, his hands quickly palming her heaving breasts.

“Vegeta!” she protested half heartedly as he began to knead her flesh through her lace bra, and a whimper of pleasure escaped her as she pushed her chest harder into his palms.

“What?” he asked roughly as she felt her bra loosen, and she realized that he had unclasped her bra from the front.

“Please… your arm,” she hissed, using tremendous force of will to push him back.

He finally pulled away, panting harshly, staring at his injured arm in disgust.

She smiled, shrugging her bra off completely before she placed a hand on his bare chest.

“Hey,” she whispered, and he looked back her with soft eyes, taking in her heaving breasts, and the golden necklace that glinted against her throat in the dying light of the setting sun filtering in through her window.

“Just… let’s take this slow, ok?” she said, dropping her hands to the waistband of his pants, before her hands began to unclasp the button of his jeans, pulling his zipper down so she could push his pants off him.

He obediently kicked his pants off, leaving him in tight black boxers that hugged the tops of his thick thighs and concealed the heavy bulge of his manhood.

She reached for him, pulling him into her arms and kissing him sweetly, letting her tongue play softly with his as her hands roamed his muscular back.

Her hands drifted down until she was cupping his butt cheeks, and she gave them a playful squeeze before she pulled away once again, but not before biting the lobe of his ear to whisper to him, “Lay on the bed.”

He nodded, doing as he was told, while she stood at the foot of her bed, blushing profusely at what she was about to do.

When he was settled, head on one of her pillows, she placed a hand on the waistband of her skirt, gyrating in the air slowly as she pushed the garment down the length of her legs.

She heard his sharp intake of breath as she turned around, bending forward so her ass was in the air as she wriggled out of her skirt.

“Bulma,” he called, edging on a whine.

She giggled to herself as she turned around, then, very slowly, began to crawl over to him.

When she was on top of him, face to face with him, she carefully leaned down so that the entire length of her body was flush with his. Her hips brushed against his hardness, her hardened nipples rubbed against his defined pecs, as she reached for his chin, tilting his head so she can plant an open-mouthed kiss on his waiting lips.

His mouth moved desperately against her, plunging in deeply as she let him explore the caverns of her mouth. His teeth clicked against hers while his tongue tangled with her tongue, and all the while, her hands ran slowly, up and down his sides, soothing him even as she aroused him with her tender touches.

“Vegeta,” she whispered against his lips as his hands travelled up to tangle in her hair, pulling at the strands while he held her head close.

One of her own hands reached up to play with the thick dark strands of his hair, circling his ear and eliciting a shiver from the man beneath her.

She pulled away, before she began to crawl downwards, her fingers tickling along his body until she held the edge of his boxers in her hands.

“I have missed the taste of you, my love,” she murmured as she began to pull his underwear off, but his agonized voice stopped her.

“Bulma… I need to taste you too. Turn over,” he asked.

At first, she didn’t understand. “Turn over?” she thought, until she realized.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, the blush going back to her cheeks as she finally got it.

Slowly, she moved so that her own panty-clad core was near his head, her legs lightly straddling the sides of his head, while her mouth hovered over his clothed member.

She hurriedly pushed his boxers off until she was face to face with his marvelous naked cock, already beginning to weep for her touch.

She was startled when she felt his fingers begin to rub across the cleft of her pussy, through the flimsy material of her panties.

“You’re so wet already, Bulma,” he rasped, before she felt him push her panties to the side so her lower lips peeked from the side of the tiny scrap of cloth.

“And you’re…” she gulped, still unused to speaking so freely about their activities. “You’re so… hard.”

That was apparently the right thing to say, as he groaned, before she felt one of his fingers move along her cleft before plunging into her core. She gasped, grabbing hold of his hard cock and involuntarily squeezing slightly as she felt him please her.

He moaned as she held him, and gathering her willpower, she moved forward so that her mouth hovered over the bulbous tip of him. She breathed hotly onto his cock, one hand pumping his shaft slowly, as the other ventured down to gently cup the heavy sacks between his thighs.

He bucked up suddenly, grinding against her hands as he let his finger plunge into her depths.

She gasped, staring down at the reddened head of his member, her mouth watering as she leaned down and took him in.

He called out her name, before she felt him wrench her hips down, making her practically sit on his face, before she felt his mouth move against her core.

She gasped harshly, his member still in her mouth, and as she did, she widened her mouth, letting more of him in.

He groaned against her core, the sinful vibrations sending untold thrills throughout her body, charging her nerves with little shocks of electricity as she bobbed her head up and down on him, her hands massaging his sacks and pumping up and down his shaft.

His tongue entered her and she moaned, feeling his fingers spreading her lower lips open as he devoured her, lapping up her essence, feeding from her ecstasy.

She moved faster over him, sucking on him, humming against his cock, while he too worked on her vigorously, his fingers pumping a maddening rhythm into her core as his beautiful lips closed over her, his tongue flicking quickly at the swollen nub of pleasure above her opening.

He blew softly into her, before he nipped quickly at her bud…

Bulma shattered, pulling her mouth away from him as she threw her head back, and she pulled her hands way from his manhood to clutch fiercely at his powerful thighs as her orgasm wrenched a fierce scream from deep within her chest.

She raised her hips after she realized that she had been grinding her core against his mouth, and he was lazily licking her juices as she did.

“Vegeta,” she whimpered against his thighs, before she moved up, and with dexterity she didn’t know she possessed, she turned to face him, and pulled her panties off while she moved to straddle his waist.

She rubbed her butt against his erection, moving down until she felt him between her lower lips, and she pushed down so she was grinding his member between her hips and his lower stomach.

Vegeta gasped, his fists clenching the sheets, before his right hand moved up to hold her hip, steadying her movements.

“Stop teasing me, woman,” he muttered hoarsely, the sexy sound sending shivers down her spine.

She nodded, moving so she was kneeling with her knees on either side of him, before she reached down, tenderly holding his cock in her hand.

Very slowly, she sank down onto him, imprinting every sensation that rushed through her as she took him in, inch by inch, until she was seated on him snugly, his sacks soft against her bottom.

He was moaning beneath her as she moved her hips in a circular motion, not raising herself, keeping all of him within her as she ground down.

The sight of him losing control beneath her was excruciatingly arousing, her heart bursting as she thought of the fact that this man… this man who was one with her at that moment… was her man.

Bulma’s vision was dimming with pleasure, and unable to take her own teasing actions, she leaned down, braced her hands against his chest, and began to move up and down.

She was breathing hard, twisting in agonizing delight every time she took him within her, and she could hear him continuously whispering encouragements as she moved over him.

She threw her head back as he felt his right hand clutch her breast, squeezing it gently while his hips began to pump up and down as well, helping her as the rhythm of her movements against him began to falter.

She was cumming again, she could feel it in her every pore, and she groaned loudly as she desperately moved against him, up and down, grinding on him, gyrating her hips in circles as she tried to reach for that incomparable peak of pleasure that only Vegeta had ever, would ever, bring her to.

“Vegeta!” she cried, eyes pinched closed as her blunt nails raked across his perfect chest, and she leaned down, her breasts dangling heavily between them as she moved faster, chasing the rhapsody that was just beyond her reach.

She was almost there.

“Bulma,” he moaned her name, and she opened her eyes to look upon his face.

His eyes were half-lidded, his lower lip between his teeth while his nose flared, trying to breathe her in.

He looked so amazingly beautiful that she lost control, her limbs seizing up as her orgasm robbed her of her senses once again.

She shook, greedily clutching him in her arms before she realized that she had slumped against his chest, and she was now flush against every single inch of him as he bucked against her from below, his right hand squeezing her buttocks as he pumped in and out of her.

She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, feeling the strength of his love and his desire in every line of his body.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him, wanting to hear his every moan and gasp, to feel the goosebumps rising across his skin as he too clambered to reach his peak.

He wrapped his left arm around her waist, while his left hand reached up, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her hair back and gifted her with an unbelievably sensuous kiss.

She moaned deeply into his mouth, pushing her hips against his, needing to feel as much of him against her as possible, and she whispered his name in reverence as he pulled her head back to hold her face against his neck.

“Vegeta ,” she groaned, her breaths fanning across his throat. “I need you… I love you…”

He gave an answering groan, holding her tighter, “Bulma… My Bulma… I love you…”

“Vegeta please!” she cried out, pulling away from his grasp on her head to push her lips against his once again, kissing him for all she was worth while her hips danced a frenzied beat with his own.

“Cum with me,” she begged as she gave a twist to her hips, her hands squeezing his shoulders.

“Wait for me,” he gasped, eyes closed as he arched his neck, jaw slack as he concentrated on the feel of them.

“Always,” she whispered. “I love you, Vegeta.”

Her words, as well as the erotic movements of her body, pushed him over the edge, and she felt as he stiffened, his arms tightening unbelievably around her as he hoarsely shouted her name in the throes of his passion.

The sensations, her feelings, and the rush of his love within her body all came together, and with tears in her eyes, Bulma came once more, sobbing his name in rhapsody.

As they slowly came down, Bulma felt his hands stroking her head, his fingers travelling along the curve of her spine.

“I love you,” he whispered again, and her heart fluttered as her very soul sang with happiness.

She snuggled deeper within his embrace, kissing his chest, eyes wet with happy tears as she whispered the words back, knowing that she meant them… and that she would always mean them.

They had finally broken through their stalemate.

Their feelings won over all the other things that had kept them from being together before.

And Bulma smiled as she realized… that at long last…

The impasse was finally over.

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Next Chapter: Epilogue

[chickpow]

Saiyajin Training

  Chickpow here: I found an old disc/floppy disc in my attic containing a lot of very old fanfiction from authors and websites that are either gone or taken down. I am not the author but I would like to share what I’ve found. if you find the author please let me know so I can credit them properly. Thank you and enjoy

Saiyajin Training  

Author's Note: I do not own DragonballGT. If I did, I'd be making this into a real animation, not just a fanfiction. But you already knew all of this, didn't you? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ It was a stormy day, and Pan was sitting alone on her bed, working on a research paper for one of her collage courses that she was taking. Pan, now 19 years old, had finally grown into a mature, young woman. No longer was she a little tomboy, running around in baggy boyish clothes with the chain hanging down from the side of her pocket. Her shiny, ebony black hair had grown longer, falling just past her shoulder blades, her bangs fluffing up just above her golden auburn colored eyes, with dark red highlights that streaked through her hair, which gave it a very nice touch. She wore a dark purple tank top, which hugged her curved body, along with a pair of dark blue flare jeans to go along with it. Yes, it was a definite fact; Son Pan had finally grown up. "This is so boring," she said to herself glumly, letting out a sigh, shutting her textbooks and putting her papers aside. She sat up looking out the window, watching lightning flash across the dark, stormy sky. She glanced at her clock; it was only 3:00 in the afternoon. The day was still young. "I'm not going to waste my whole day away, working on a paper that's not even due for another week!" Pan walked towards the door of her dorm room, slipped on a pair of sneakers, and threw on her black windbreaker. She walked out into the hallway, locked the door behind her, and walked out of the building and towards her car in the parking lot, driving away from the collage campus. * * * "I miss my little Pan-chan," sighed Videl, looking out the window of her living room, sitting on the couch next to her husband. Gohan looked up from his book, chuckling a bit. "She's not our little girl anymore, Videl. Our daughter is a grown woman." "I know that, Gohan, but she'll always be my little girl," Videl told her husband. She continued staring out the window with her pale blue eyes, yearning for her daughter, who she loved and missed so much. The couple had changed a bit since Pan, Trunks, and Goku had returned from their search for the Black Star Dragonballs a little over 5 years ago. Gohan's hair jet back hair was slicked back, and had gotten a bit gray at his sideburns, but that didn't make any difference. Videl's hair was about the same color as her husband's, having a little gray at the side of her temples herself, but none the less still looking great for her age. The two of them had done so much together in their lives. They had raised a daughter, who now was out on her own, and lived through so much, still awaiting new surprises in their lives that would change the both of them forever. Gohan looked at his wife lovingly, placing his book down on the coffee table, and moving closer to her, taking Videl into his arms, placing a sweet kiss on her lips. He smiled at her. "Don't worry. We'll see her soon enough. The summer break is coming up anyway. Videl smiled warmly at Gohan. "You're right. I shouldn't be so emotional all the time…" Gohan kissed his wife once again, laughing lightly. "That's why I love you so much." Suddenly the doorbell rang. The couple looked up towards it; a minute later Videl got up to answer it. She opened the door, and was met by a tall figure with raven black hair, and the same familiar eyes as her husband. Behind him was a woman with short blonde hair with the same icy blue eyes as a certain android she knew. "Goten! Marron! Oh what a nice surprise! Come in, come in!" Videl greeted them both as they walked in from the rain, shaking out their umbrella before entering the clean house. "Goten! How are you?" Gohan greeted his young brother as he gave him a warm hug. "Marron, you're looking wonderful! How's the baby coming along?" Gohan asked as he hugged the pregnant blonde and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. "We're both doing great, and the baby is coming along fine," answered Marron, patting her stomach. Goten smiled and kissed his darling wife. "Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable. I'll go get us all some coffee," said Videl as she walked off into the kitchen. Gohan looked over to his brother and sister-in-law smiling, happy to see the two of them. "I haven't seen you two since we heard Marron was first pregnant. How many months have passed by since then? Five?" "Four, actually," corrected Marron, leaning her head against Goten, who held his arm around her. Just then Videl came in with a tray of coffee and a dish of cookies. She set it down on the coffee table, then sat down next to Gohan, serving the coffee to her guests and husband, then poured herself a cup. "It's so nice to finally talk to you two again. We really did miss your company," she said, taking a sip from her cup. They two couples chatted for a while, enjoying one another's company, until about an hour passed by, when Goten and Marron were starting to leave. Just as they headed out the door the phone rang. Gohan picked it up. "Hello? Oh, hi Bulma! How are you? Oh? Goten and Marron? Yes, they're here. Would you like to speak to them? Oh...oh I see. Oh, really? That sounds great! Yes, yes, I'll be sure to tell them! Okay, see you then! Bye!" He hung up the phone. "What did Bulma call for, dear?" asked Videl, Goten and Marron still standing at the doorway, hearing themselves being mentioned in the phone conversation. "Bulma just invited all of us to a party tomorrow! She says she knows its short notice, but they've been sort of busy with the corporation and all. She says if you guys can make it, give her a call back when you get home." "Really? Oh that sounds like fun! I haven't been to a party since I got pregnant!" Marron turned to Goten cheerfully. "We can go, right? I mean we have no plans or anything, right?" Goten smiled nervously. "Uh, well, no I don't think we have any plans, but, uh...don't you think you should take it...well, kinda easy? With the baby and all?" He laughed nervously, but then stopped as soon as he saw the serious expression on Marron's face. "Goten, for the last time, I'm fine! I know you are just being careful about the baby and all, and that's why I'm not getting really angry at you, but we're going to that party..." "But Marron! Sweetheart..." Suddenly Marron's face became quite red... "GOTEN!!! REMEMBER HOW BITCHY I GET WHEN I PMS??? WELL THIS IS WORSE!!! WE'RE GOING TO THAT PARTY AND THAT'S FINAL!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND???!!!" At this point...Gohan, Videl, and Goten had sweatdrops appearing on the back of their heads... "Y…y...yes dear..." answered Goten, quivering a bit at his wife's fury. It was true, Marron wasn't a Saiyan, but with her mother and father's blood running through her veins, her power level was quite high, and when she got angry, STAND BACK!!! No questioning, especially with her pregnant... Marron, returning to normal voice level and face color, coughed and became all happy again. "Great! Well then, I guess we'd better be going!" She smiled happily, taking Goten's arm and walking out the door. "We'll see the two of you tomorrow then, okay? Bye bye!" "Good-bye!" said Gohan and Videl in unison, closing the door behind the two. As soon as the door was closed, the two of them couldn't help but look at eachother and give a little chuckle. "Poor dear...I know how she feels..." giggled Videl. "You mean how HE feels...God, I remember what it was like when YOU got pregnant..." Videl glared at Gohan. "Uhh...and it was some of the most happiest days of our years! Wasn't it? I mean it was so exciting, you having the baby soon, and I was all cheery...and..." Just then Gohan was interrupted by Videl's lips meeting his. They pulled away after a moment or two. Gohan smiled, Videl giggling. "That was a good way to get you to shut up. If I didn't, you would've gotten yourself into a lot of trouble..." Just then the doorbell rang again. Gohan answered it this time. "Did you guys forget something..." he started just before he saw who was at the door. His eyes lit up as he soon saw who it was. It was Pan. "PAN!!!" he cried as he took his daughter into her arms. She laughed as her father picked her up and swung her around outside in the rain. "DAD!!! Dad, dad, calm down!" She giggled. It had been about a month since she had seen him or her mother. Soon Videl rushed outside to join the two of them. Videl embraced her daughter lovingly, then brought the two of them inside. "Oh my God, just look how you've grown! Oh, I've missed you so much!" Videl exclaimed happily as she hugged her daughter once again. "I've missed you too mom! You too dad!" "What brings you here?" asked Gohan. "Oh, I meant to call you guys, but um, I guess I just really wanted to get out of the dorms for a while. I have the whole weekend, you know? So I just figured, hey, why not? I'd go and see you two!!" Pan hugged both Gohan and Videl again. "I've missed you guys so much!" "We missed you too, sweetheart," replied Gohan. "Here, I'll help you get your stuff out of the car..." Pan and Gohan walked back out into the rain to her car, arm in arm around eachother...

 "BUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!" Pan shot out of bed. She looked over to where the annoying noise was coming from, leaning over and shutting off her alarm clock. 11 o'clock AM. Time to get up. When Pan wanted to sleep late, she slept late. She had to be at the party in an hour. Suddenly a knock came from her bedroom door. "Pan, honey? Are you up yet?" Her mother's muffled voice came from the door. Pan rubbed her eyes and yawned. "Yeah mom, I'm up!" "Well hurry up honey! The party is going to start soon!" "Yeah, yeah, alright!" With those final words, she flopped right back down onto her pillow and fell back asleep. "ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz........." * * * "Pan! Pan!! Get up!!!" Videl shook her daughter, waking her up. "Mmm...hmm? Wha...?" Videl looked at Pan sternly. "Pan I thought you were getting ready! The party starts in 5 minutes!" Pan sprung out of bed. "ACK! Are you serious? Oh, mom, I'm so sorry! Listen, you and dad go ahead, I'll get ready right now! It'll only take me 20 minutes! Go on!" Videl stared at Pan. "Are you sure? Do you give me your word?" Pan smiled at her mother, holding up her right hand and holding her left one to her heart. "Saiyajin's Honor!" Videl chuckled lightly and gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek. "Well, alright then. But I better see you there before 1, you hear? It's rude to be late!" "Mom, haven't you ever heard of the term "fashionably late"?" Videl glared at her daughter. "Eek, okay, okay, I get the message. I'll be there! Don't worry!" Giving her mother a reassuring smile, Videl headed out of her room. Shortly after Pan heard a car start up, then drive away. She quick grabbed her towels and headed into the bathroom. * * * The party was coming along nicely, and most everyone was there, including Krillin and 18, Goku and ChiChi, Goten and Marron, Bra, Piccolo, EVERYONE! Even Vegeta, though he just sort of leaned back in a chair away from everyone, arms crossed with a stern expression on his face, as always. Trunks looked around, wearing a casual pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. His lavender hair moved as he gazed over the party. He knew SOMEONE was missing, but he couldn't quite think of who. Just as he thought that, out of the sky came a small figure, becoming more noticeable as it came closer. Everyone soon noticed it, looking up towards it. Soon enough, in came Pan, blasting forward in the sky, stopping in mid-air right over the party, then slowly floating down to the ground. She was wearing a pair of short black jean shorts and a red T-shirt, showing off her stomach, and her classic trademark, the orange bandana. She smiled around as everyone stared at her. "Uh...sorry I'm late?" She gulped as her parents shot her a look. "I slept late! And... I would've been longer if I drove...so...I flew!" Everyone laughed. Well, everyone except Piccolo and Vegeta, Piccolo just smiling a bit, and Vegeta...well, still with the same expression on his face. Trunks couldn't believe his eyes. Was this Pan? Little Pan-chan, who he knew so long ago, who he hadn't seen in 5 years (being the very busy president of Capsule Corporation that he was...), was this really her? From the little tomboy, to the full-grown woman, Pan's beauty overwhelmed the handsome young saiyan man. As soon as the small crowd of people welcoming the "fashionably late" girl disappeared, Trunks came over to greet Pan himself. "Pan! Pan, is that really you?" Trunks said as he gave her a hug. Pan giggled a bit as she returned the hug. "Yeah, it's me alright. Wow, look at you Trunks! You got...you got...old...really old...you're an old man..." She snickered as she saw the expression on Trunks face, his eyes narrowed down, giving her a light punch in her arm. "I'm kidding...only kidding..." she laughed. "So, how are you? Still single, are we?" Trunks smiled a bit, chuckling. "Yeah, yeah, still single." Pan laughed, walking with Trunks over to a quieter corner of the yard, sitting down in a chair, Trunks taking the seat next to her. "God, you're, what, 33 now? How much longer are ya gonna wait?? You're not getting any younger, ya know." "Yeah, yeah, I know, I know!!! Will ya stop it already? Sheesh, between you and my mom, and my father! Him with his "When are you going to find a mate so we can have an heir to the Saiyan crown?" and all this annoying shit, blah blah blah..." Trunks and Pan laughed. "Okay, okay, I'll stop. Besides, I'm not one to talk myself..." Trunks's eyes widened a bit. "You? You're not seeing anyone?" Pan shook her head "no" in response. "Nope, not yet." "Why?" "Men are asses." Trunks smirked. "Gee, thanks." "Well, it's true!! Every guy I've dated are all after one thing..." Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Sex?" Pan rolled her eyes. "Okay, yeah, that too, but I was actually talking about money. What with being the granddaughter of the great Mr. Satan and all, and living this life, having the inheritance, you know? It's quite annoying." Trunks nodded. "I know what you mean. That's the reason Bra divorced that asshole she was married to. She was so heartbroken." Pan sighed. "Yeah I know, maybe we're all better off this way, staying single...." The two Saiyans sighed deeply. Pan looked at Trunks at that moment as he leaned back in his chair and stared up at the sky, watching the clouds pass by slowly with his deep blue eyes. She couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked, his eyes, that color blue that they were, how when you stared into them you felt your heart skip a beat...his light lavender hair, the way it was cut into that mushroom cut of his, how those two single strands always were out of place hanging into his eyes and yet, just gave him this look, just made him look so drop dead gorgeous. He still looked so young, as if he were still in his early twenties... "Pan...Pan?" Pan snapped out of her trance. She turned a slight shade of red as she found Trunks staring into her eyes, realizing he found out she was staring at him. It appeared she still didn't get over her little "crush" that she had on him so long ago... "Uhh...hi?" Trunks laughed. "What were you staring at?" Pan felt her cheeks get hot. "Uhh...just...um...I was...uhh..." "Hey you two! We're gonna have a little sparring tournament! You wanna be in it?" called Goku from the other end of the yard. Both Pan and Trunks looked up. Pan jumped up and smiled. "I do!" she said as she ran over to Goku. She hugged him, Goku slightly surprised, smiling a big smile as he returned the hug to his granddaughter, whom he loved so much. Pan whispered in his ear before she broke away from him..."Grandpa, you're a life savor..." "Huh?" Goku murmured, puzzled. Pan chuckled. "Nevermind. Come on! I haven't sparred in a long time!" She looked over at Trunks, who was still sitting in his chair. "Well what are you just sitting there for? Come on Trunks, afraid I'm gonna kick your ass?" Trunks laughed and got up. "Yeah, right, whatever you say Pan-chan..." Pan glared. "Don't call me that! I'm not a little girl anymore!" Trunks looked at Pan, surprised. "Sorry, I didn't realize you didn't liked to be called that..." "I NEVER liked being called "Pan-chan", remember?" She said, smacking her hand into the back of Trunks's head like she did whenever he called her that, just like she did when he called her that years ago when she was just 14... "Oww! Yeah, I remember! I remember!" he whined, rubbing his head. "You're such a baby and I am so gonna kill you in this tournament..." Pan giggled, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards Goku and the others as they all walked into the house. They all were heading towards the indoor arena that the Briefs had made especially for training and sparring tournaments. "Come on, let's go!"

 Okay, lets see, the matching will be this: Piccolo vs. Goten, Goku vs. Vegeta, Krillin vs. Tien, and Trunks vs. Pan. Any others want to join in this tournament?" asked Bulma, looking around at everyone. Nobody else wanted to join. "Oh come on, sheesh, are we all really getting that old?"

"I have an excuse!" cried out Marron, everyone chuckling to that comment, glancing at the pregnant blonde sitting next to her mother.

"Heh, well, okay then, in that case, Trunks and Pan, you're up first!" exclaimed Bulma.

"What?? But I want myself and Kakarrot to go up first!" complained Vegeta.

"Vegeta, dear, we would like to have a room to actually hold this tournament in...if you and Goku go up first, where will the others fight?" Everyone grinned; they knew Vegeta and Goku would tear up the place within 5 seconds...

"Heh, think of it this way Vegeta, we're saving the best for last..." Goku chuckled as he patted Vegeta on the back.

Vegeta just crossed his arms. "Hmph, well, alright, but you're not going to win this time, Kakarrot..."

Everyone struggled not to burst out laughing at that comment. It's been so many years, and Vegeta is still in denial...

"Heh, okay Trunks, lets get this over with...I'm gonna make it short and sweet so I don't embarrass you or anything, okay?" Pan smiled as her and Trunks walked to the center of the sparring room.

Trunks grinned. "Whatever you say, PAN-CHAN."

Pan growled. "Oh you are so gonna get it for that..."

Just then Bulma stood up. "Okay, ready? GO!!!!"

The two Saiyans blasted forward. Pan cried out as she flew her fist out at Trunks's jaw. Just as she expected, he blocked it with ease, but she then used her back up plan and swung her leg to the back of his, knocking him over. Trunks quickly recovered, phasing out of sight before she had a chance to kick him right in his side. He phased back and grabbed her from behind, holding her in a strong chokehold. She soon got hold of him with her arms and flung him to the ground. The battle continued on, both doing quite well, fists and legs flying all over the place, the both of them phasing in and out, until after a while Pan managed to get him into an amazing hold. Somehow she locked her arms around his neck, putting him into the same chokehold he had her in before, only making sure his arms didn't grab her so he could toss her away as she had done to him earlier.

"Hah, now I gotcha..." she snickered, pushing him closer to the edge, about to win the match.

Trunks grunted, struggling to get out of her hold. He was surprised at how much stronger she had gotten over the years since they had last sparred, and was ashamed of himself that he couldn't even break out of her hold. The last time he had a chance to train or spar was years ago, around the same time when Pan was still a little girl.

Just at that moment, Trunks let out an anguished cry. A huge wave of energy and light flashed throughout the room, blinding everyone. Pan tried to keep her grip, but she couldn't any longer; the energy and power coming from Trunks was just too strong. She let go, stumbling backwards. One final blast of energy and power game flying through the room, along with one last flash of blinding light. Pan shielded her eyes. A moment after, she brought her hand down from her eyes, looking towards Trunks. He stood on the ground, his hair a bright gold and standing up over his head, his eyes a piercing aqua-green color, focused on Pan. A strong golden aura glowed around his body. Trunks had gone Super Saiyan.

Before anything was said, Trunks flew at Pan. She threw her fist at him, but just before contact, he phased behind her and kicked her in her back, sending her flying across the fighting platform. She gained control and flipped backwards, landing on the fighting platform just before the edge. Trunks phased over to Pan, but Pan was fast this time, and flew up into the air just before he got her. She cried out, her power level rising to its peak, a strong bright aura floating around her body. She needed all of her power and energy to defeat Trunks, that is, if she could defeat a Super Saiyan without being one herself. She flew out at him, kicking him in his side, then threw her fist into his face. The battle continued on, and it did not look good for Pan. She managed to get in a few kicks and punches. A while later, after taking quite a beating from Trunks, Pan had come down to her last ounce of energy. Standing up firmly planting her feet into the ground, she cupped her hands back and concentrated, focusing her energy all into one place.

"Kaaa...meeehhh...aahhhhhh....." All of Pan's energy started forming into a small ball of light in the palm of her hands. Trunks stood at the other end of the fighting platform, awaiting Pan's strongest attack.

"Meeeehhhhhhhh......." The ball of energy in Pan's palms became larger, growing stronger each second that past. This was it. If this didn't work, Pan would lose the match. It all counted on this one last, final attack. With that in mind, she closed her eyes tightly, draining all of the energy and power out of her body and transporting it to the beam that was being created in her hands. With one last final cry, she let it go. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The huge beam of power and energy blasted towards Trunks. He stood there, watching it as it neared him, closer and closer. Just before it hit, he threw his arms out, catching the beam. Pan stared in disbelief, as Trunks then hurled the beam of energy, her own Kamehameha, right back at her. Without thinking she threw her own arms out, in attempt to throw it back at Trunks...but she didn't have enough energy. The Kamehameha hit her, sending her flying backwards across the arena, outside the fighting platform, and right into the wall. A few moments later, the Kamehameha vanished, showing a bruised and wounded Pan lying on the ground against the wall.

"PAN!!!" shouted Videl and Gohan together, rushing over to their daughter to see if she was okay. Goku and ChiChi joined them, as all the others watched, concerned. Trunks stared over at Pan, his eyes wide, hoping he didn't hurt her. He then powered down, his SSJ form vanishing from sight as the odd golden aura around his body vanished, his hair flowing back down into it's normal mushroom cut, turning back to its normal light lavender color, his eyes back to its usual blue. He rushed over to Pan's side immediately.

"Pan! Pan, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" Trunks asked, concerned, helping her up along with Gohan. Pan lifted her head up, nodding, then shrugging off her father and Trunks, walking on her own.

"I'm fine! Don't worry about it!" she responded, with a bit of attitude in her voice. She looked at their reactions, then cleared her throat. "I'm fine." She repeated, more gently this time. "Don't worry about it, I'm okay, thanks."

Everyone went back to their places, relieved that their little Pan was okay. They all prepared for the next tournament between Krillin and Tien, everyone that is, except Pan, who stood at the back end of the arena, then turned and walked out. Trunks turned to see where she went, seeing that she had gone, and followed her.

 * * *

"Pan?" He said, running up to her side, seeing what was wrong. "Pan?"

"What?" she snapped, turning around to face him.

"I...I just...wanted to see if you were alright," he replied, wondering what was wrong, why she was acting like this.

"I told you already, I'm fine!" she exclaimed, continuing to walk away from him. Trunks ran in front of her, stopping her.

"Well it doesn't seem that way." Trunks looked into Pan's eyes deeply, paralyzing her, preventing her from moving away.

"It's nothing Trunks, I just...I...I..." she sighed.

"What is it?"

Pan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm just kind of upset, I guess."

"Upset?" Trunks looked at Pan in disbelief. It was only a friendly little tournament! Why was she taking it so hard?

"I know what you're thinking, and that's not the reason. It's...it's just that..." Pan looked away.

"Just what? Come on Pan, just tell me..."

Pan looked back up at Trunks, and to Trunks surprise, with tears in her eyes. "It's just not fair that I'm the only Saiyan that never turned...Super Saiyan..."

Trunks couldn't help but smile a bit. He took Pan's face into his hands, wiping her tears away tenderly with the tips of his fingers. Their eyes met eachother.

"Pan, is that all?" he chuckled lightly. "Pan...I know you have it in you...you can turn Super Saiyan. I know you can."

Pan pulled away. "No I can't! I've been trying for so long...and...I...I just can't!"

"Pan, listen to me," said Trunks, "I know you can, you just haven't been able to bring that force of power out of you yet! Not to mention, you're still very young..."

Pan cut off Trunks. "YOUNG??? Trunks, I'm 19!! And don't fucking give me that "young" crap, you were 8 when you became a Super Saiyan! And Uncle Goten was 7 years old for God sakes!!!! So don't give me that shit!!!"

"Yes, but then again, my father was much older than you when he finally found the strength to become a Super Saiyan that he struggled and worked so hard for, and the same thing goes for your grandfather! It's different for every Saiyajin!"

Pan was silent. She turned away from Trunks, and suddenly flew up to the roof of his house, sitting on it, looking up at the sun setting along the horizon. Trunks flew up to her side, sitting next to her. He put his arm around her. "Pan...I can help you."

The young Saiyajin looked up at Trunks. "What?"

"I can help you. I will train you."

"You...you will?" She looked into his eyes, trying to see if he was kidding. He wasn't.

"Pan, if it means that much to you, I will train you. I will help you to become a Super Saiyan. I believe in you, and I know you can do it if you try." He brushed a loose strand of her hair away from her face. "You will become a Super Saiyajin."

Just at that moment, their eyes met once again. Slowly, they began to move closer to eachother...slowly...lips drawing nearer...closer...

"PAN!! TRUNKS!!! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS???" shouted out a familiar voice. They both snapped out of it, standing up and looking over the side of the roof. Bra was out in the yard, searching for them. They both flew down from the roof, and ran over to her.

"Where did you guys come from?" Bra asked, looking at the two of them.

"On the roof. I needed to get some air..." answered Pan.

"Oh. Okay then. Well, you guys gonna come inside? Piccolo beat Goten and Goku is about to kick dad's ass!"

They all laughed. With that, the three of them headed inside.

 Several weeks later, Pan had graduated collage, completing her final year of studying different majors and subjects, now ready to go out into the world and find a career of her own, still not knowing what that career would be. Pan had gone home with her parents, settling down and just taking out some time to relax before rushing out and finding a place of her own and such. At first Pan enjoyed the extra attention that she got from her parents, but little by little, they became just plain annoying, treating her as if she were a 10 year old, forgetting that she was a full grown woman. "Mom, I'm fine! I've had enough pancakes, I'm sure…thank you," Pan mumbled, shoving the last piece of the fourth pancake into her mouth. Her father smiled at his pride and joy, agreeing with his wife that Pan hadn't eaten enough. "Pan, I remember when you used to down 10 pancakes within 5 minutes!" Gohan chuckled. "Are you sure you're full?" Pan grumbled and rolled her eyes. God, why couldn't they just stop it already? She wasn't a baby anymore! "Yes, dad, I'm fine! I'm full! Totally stuffed!" Just then there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" Pan said, jumping up from her chair and rushing to the door. "Thank God…" She thought to herself, glad to get away from the breakfast table and away from her parents. She opened the door, to find herself staring at a young man with sunglasses on, wearing a pair of black slacks and a white dress shirt, the top buttons not open, worn under a black blazer. He smiled, seeing Pan through his dark sunglasses. "Hey babe. Nice day to train, ain't it?" The man glanced at what Pan was wearing. "Love the pajamas…" He snickered, taking another look at Pan's orange, red, and white checkered pajama pants and light orange, baggy T-shirt, which had the words "Sleeping Angel" printed in white across her chest. Pan's eyebrows narrowed, as a small grin appeared in the corner of her mouth. "Babe? Since when do you call me babe?" Pan scoffed. "And I happen to like these pajamas, thank you very much." She grabbed his sunglasses from off his face giggling to herself, the young man's bright blue eyes opened wide, not expecting that. "Hey! Give me those back!" Trunks whined, reaching for his sunglasses. Pan shook her head, grinning. "Nah-uh. I happen to like them." She slid the glasses onto her nose, looking into a nearby mirror. "Hey, not too bad! I think I'm keeping these…" Trunks grumbled, brushing a loose strand of his lavender hair out of his face, grabbing his glasses back from her. "No way! These are my favorite! I'll buy you a pair of your own." She giggled, waving her hand for him to come in to the house. "Trunks! So nice to see you again!" Videl said, greeting the young president of Capsule Corporation. "Hey Trunks! Morning! What brings you here this morning?" Gohan asked, taking another sip of his coffee, looking out at the young Saiyajin man from behind his newspaper. "Hello Videl! Gohan!" Trunks smiled at the married couple, sliding his hands into his pocket. "Just thought I'd stop by and say hello. Mom's taking over for me and letting me have off from work. She says I've been overworking myself. Why argue? I'm just glad to get away from that hellhole." Gohan chuckled. "Well, you do tend to work very hard at times, Trunks. Sometimes we worry about you. I know your father thinks that you should be putting some of that energy into your training." Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Well, now that you mentioned it, I was thinking about…" Suddenly Pan covered Trunks's mouth with her hand. "Uh…what Trunks means is that he's thinking about just kicking back and hanging loose! But, he doesn't exactly remember how to do that, so uh…hey! Why not ask the advice of a collage graduate? I mean, we wrote the book on partying! So I'm spending the day out with Trunks! Yeah, that's it! Heh…heh…" Pan could feel a few small sweatdrops rolling on the side of her head. Trunks felt the same thing. "Oh, I see," said Gohan, staring at the two of them, taking another sip from his coffee. Videl turned around, washing and drying the last dish from the sink. "Well that's nice! You two go have lots of fun, okay?" she smiled, placing the dish into the cupboard. "Sure mom!" Pan said, turning to Trunks and giving him that "Don't you dare say a thing to them" look. "I'll be right back! Just let me get my ready!" Several minutes later she came back from downstairs, wearing a pair of baggy, green army camouflaged pants, hanging low on her narrow hips, and a short, green tank top which was a bit tight, showing off her curves and stomach. She wore a headband in her long, silky hair, also green army camouflaged like her pants, pushing her hair behind her ears, showing off her diamond stud earrings. Pan adjusted the strap to her sporty black purse hanging over her shoulder. She smiled brightly at the three, kissed her mother and father good-bye, and grabbed Trunks's arm and dragged him out the door. "What was that about?" Trunks asked, looking at Pan, not being able to help but notice how nicely her tank top showed off her body…not to mention it was sort of low cut in the front, showing off her cleavage…and those pants! They hung pretty low…and…was Pan wearing a black thong? Trunks tried his best not to get a hard on just looking at the sexy features of the young Saiyajin girl. "Well I just want to surprise my parents, that's all. I mean, how cool would that be if I surprised them by turning into a Super Saiyan right before their eyes? Everybody! I want this to be a surprise to everybody! And not to mention…um…uh…Trunks?" "Hmm…" Trunks snapped out of his trance. "What?" He blinked, turning a shade of red, being slightly ashamed of himself, hoping she didn't notice exactly what he was staring at… "What are you looking at?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Oh God. That just made her cleavage even MORE noticeable… "Um," Trunks gulped, trying to avoid staring at that. "I…just…can't…" He thought hard. "Find…my…glasses! Yeah, that's right, my sunglasses! Have you seen them?" Pan tilted her head. "Yeah, they're right on your head, you dumb-ass." She giggled as Trunks reached up for the sunglasses, sitting on top of his head. "Oh! So there they are! Hey, that's great…uh, okay, lets go…" He tried to avoid eye contact, not wanting for Pan to notice that he was blushing so much. "Oh, and hey, I figured before we just go off to train that we could spend a little time in the city. My father is kind of occupying the training chamber at my house, and since you want it to be kept a secret we might as well wait until it gets a little later." Pan laughed lightly. "Yeah, knowing your dad he'll be in there till' nightfall. Okay, we might as well make a day of it! This'll be fun!" Trunks couldn't help but smile. Soon they were both in Trunks's brand new convertible, driving into the city with the top down, enjoying the beautiful morning that would surely lead to a great day. * * * Trunks and Pan chatted the whole way to the city. It was about an hour drive, with Pan's house being so far off away from it, resting on the high hills over looking countryside. Once they got there, it was around 11:00. Pan's eyes shined brightly as she took in all the sights around her. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the mall just down the block from where they parked the car. "Oh Trunks! Can we get in some shopping? I'm dying to get some new clothes!" The handsome Saiyajin looked over to the mall. He sighed, rolling his eyes, chuckling a bit, nodding in response to Pan's question. She literally jumped up for joy, doing a flip in mid-air, then landing directly on the sidewalk besides the car, getting the attention of some people. The few who saw Pan's little stunt clapped, figuring she must've been a gymnast of some sort. She blushed shyly, giving in a little bow, then smiled, giggling nervously. Trunks closed the top to his convertible at the push of a button, then got out of the car, locking the doors automatically. He smiled brightly at Pan, putting an arm around her as they headed towards the mall. * * * "Trunks!" Pan called for him, taking a quick glance in the mirror of the small fitting room before she walked out to show him. "You're out there, right? Ready?" Trunks sat patiently on a chair just outside the room. "Yes, I'm here." "Okay," said Pan, taking another quick look, making sure she looked okay. "Hmm…I'm not sure if it's me though…" "Oh just get out here already and let me be the judge of that!" Trunks closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the chair, sighing. Pan had been complaining about every single outfit she tried on not looking good on her, but in his opinion, she looked great in whatever she wore. "Actually, she'd look great even if she wasn't wearing anything," Trunks thought to himself. "Ack! What am I saying?" He scolded himself, shaking the thought out of his head. "Trunks? Trunks…Hey! Snap out of it!" Pan stared at him, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. He finally snapped out of it. "What? Hmm?" Trunks said, blinking and getting his focus back. There he saw Pan, standing in front of him, wearing a blue denim mini skirt. The skirt stopped about 4 inches above her knees, making it almost impossible for Pan to bend down…unless she wanted to attract attention to herself. Along with the skirt, she showed off a black tube top, hugging around her chest tightly and showing off her well shaped body, stomach, arms, EVERYTHING! Trunks couldn't stop drooling. "Trunks? TRUNKS!!!" Pan yelled, trying to wake him up. "Trunks, are you…WAKE UP ALREADY!" Trunks jumped. "WHA…???" Oh, sorry Pan, just, daydreaming…heh…heh…" "Yeah, daydreaming about what you'd look like without clothes on…What? Trunks, you Hentai! Stop thinking about such things! Oh, but you KNOW you'd like to see what she'd look like then, wouldn't you? Ack! NO! This is little Pan-chan we're talking about here! We're? Buddy boy, you do know you're talking to yourself, right? GAH!!" Pan stood there, watching the different expressions on Trunks's face, thinking he completely lost it. She quick smacked her hand to the back of his head, making his eyes bulge out as the young president of Capsule Corporation fell out of his chair. "TRUNKS, WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" She shouted, causing attention to her and the fallen Saiyajin warrior on the floor, causing Pan to blush, then make her voice lower. "Trunks?" "Oh, ouch, that hurt…" Trunks whimpered, getting himself up and back onto the chair. "What the hell was that all about Trunks? You got mental problems or something you forgot to tell me about?" Pan eyed him curiously, putting her hand to his forehead, checking to see if he had a temperature or anything… "N…no, I don't, I guess I'm just tired or something, sorry Pan," Trunks apologized. "Oh, okay then. Well, after this we'll go grab some coffee, maybe that'll wake you up. Now, about my outfit…what do you think?" Pan smiled, twirling around to show it off. Trunks tried his hardest not to stare at her ass too hard… "It looks great on you Pan! Really! You honestly can get away with wearing anything you know," he smiled, reassuringly. His smile grew as he saw the expression she gave, a pleasant smile taking over an unsure look on the young Saiyan woman's face. "Do you really think so?" Pan giggled, looking in a mirror. "I thought it was a bit too slutty looking…" "Believe me, the sluttier, then better…ARG! Oh not again…" Trunks tried to get rid of those thoughts taking over his mind again. "Ah, uh, no Pan, believe me, its fine. Now, how bout' some coffee now? I can sure go for some." "Pan looked in the mirror one last time, finally pleased, and walked back into the fitting room. "Kay'. Just let me get changed first." A few minutes later the two of them walked out of the store, Pan with 5 bags of clothes in her hand, smiling pleasantly, Trunks, looking at his empty wallet in dismay, and then sighing and walking towards the closest ATM machine. When he was done with that, the two walked over to the small coffee shop right outside of the mall, chatting happily to eachother over two French Vanilla Roasted coffee house specials, consisting of French Vanilla coffee and two chocolate chip cookies each. After another 20 minutes or so, they both headed back for the car and got in, then drove off towards the Brief Residence. Now it was time to get down to business…

 It took about 30 minutes for Trunks and Pan to arrive at the house. They both got out of the car, Trunks making sure he locked it before leaving it. They walked into the house, making sure nobody was home. "Wait here," Trunks told Pan quietly, "I'm going to make sure my father is done with his training…" He quickly walked off down the long hallway over towards the training room, checking to see if it was occupied or not. Pan sat on the couch in the living room, sighing, waiting for him to return. Within a few minutes, Trunks had walked back, smiling, obviously finding nobody in it. "Yeah, looks like dad left a little earlier then I thought." "Well, it has been about 4 hours, you know," Pan said, looking at Trunks. "He would've been done anyway, wouldn't he?" Trunks shook his head. "Have you forgotten about how he gets, Pan? After that whipping he took from the party that day from Goku, he's been training non-stop ever since. Heh…he still is so stubborn. But anyway, go upstairs and get dressed, I left you out a clean gi to train in on the bed in the guestroom next to my room, okay? Armor and all…" Pan smiled, going upstairs and finding a gi, like Trunks said. She got out of her clothes and slipped it on. It was the usual training gi, only a bit more fashionable, and designed for a woman. It was all black, with a light blue stripe going down the sides, sleeves, waist, and legs. The armor was white and plated with silver around the edges, covering her chest. She slipped on the white gloves and silver-tipped white boots, then took a look in the mirror. Pan smiled, pleased, the suit showed off her well formed body very nicely, curves and all. It actually made her more defined, she thought, trying to think of the right word for it. She shrugged, taking the headband out of her hair, brushing her hair all the way up into a high ponytail, a few loose strands of hair hanging loosely around her neck and face, giving sort of a sexy look to it. Pan then took off her earrings, deciding it was best if they were left off, then made her way downstairs again to the training room. Trunks was in the training room waiting, all ready dressed in his usual blue gi, white armor, gloves, and boots, although his armor was gold plated and the boots were gold-tipped. He looked up at Pan, smiling warmly, fighting off all of those thoughts he was getting yet again as best as he could. "Okay Pan-chan, you ready?" He asked, grinning, knowing that he called her by that nickname. Pan's eyes narrowed down. "Yes, I'm ready, and I'm going to ignore that comment, you ass," she said glumly, glaring at him with a look that could kill. Trunks chuckled. "Alright, alright, sorry, God help me if I even just kid around with you," he said, folding his arms across his well-built, muscular chest. "Okay, let's get started then. We'll start off with the basics…" * * * Months had passed by, and Trunks and Pan spent almost every day together, training in private, continuing to keep the training lessons a secret. Whether it was training over at the Brief Residence in their high-tech training/gravity room, or just out in the forest near the mountains, the training continued on. Today they found themselves stuck training in the forest, for Vegeta was currently occupying the training room at the moment, but they didn't really seem to care. Pan was getting stronger day by day, but had not yet turned into a Super Saiyan. Trunks could tell she was getting frustrated, and he was even surprised by now that she hadn't reached her goal yet. Trunks himself had gotten stronger as he trained along side by Pan, helping her, trying to give her tips and advice. Nothing seemed to work. It all came together finally when Pan broke down, crying, frustrated. "DAMNIT!" She shouted, slamming her fist into the ground, a huge crack running through the spot where she slammed it, running into a few trees and rocks, splitting them in half. "THIS ISN'T WORKING!" Pan sobbed, sitting down, head buried into her arms, tears pouring down her face. Trunks felt his heart break, looking at how upset she was. He kneeled besides her, taking her into his arms. "Don't cry, Pan," he said softly, stroking her soft hair with his fingers. "It'll be okay, don't cry. You'll turn Super Saiyan in no time, you'll see." Pan sniffled, wiping her eyes with her gloved hand. "That's what you said 7 months ago Trunks! I'm getting impatient! My power level has more than doubled over the period of time, and at full power I'm even stronger than you are when you're in your first Super Saiyan level form! So don't give me all of this "no time" shit, I quit!" She continued to cry, burying her face into Trunks's arms. His eyes widened. "Pan, no, you can't quit! Not after all you've done! You just can't! You've put too much time and effort into it, you gotta believe in yourself." Trunks held her closer, trying to comfort her. Pan stopped crying. "You…you think so? Maybe like, just a little while longer? You promise me?" She looked into his eyes. He stared back, blue eyes facing golden auburn ones. "I promise Pan." He smiled, laughing a little. "You know, you're already drop-dead gorgeous now, I can't imagine what it's gonna be like when you have golden hair and shining aqua green eyes…" Trunks gasped, cutting himself off. His eyes widened…had he just said that out loud? He felt his cheeks get hot. Pan blinked. "Is…is that what you think of me? Trunks-chan?" She smiled, looking at him as his face turned yet another shade of red. Trunks sighed, looking down, his lavender bangs hanging over his eyes. He smiled, embarrassed and shy, all at once. "Y…Yes Pan, I do. I really do think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen before in my life." He looked up. "Pan, I've had these feelings towards you since I first saw you after those long 5 years, and, I don't know how to put it into better words than this, and maybe I'm overstepping my limits here, but…Pan, I…" He choked on his words. "I…" Pan's eyes were wide, shining with unshed tears, smiling brightly, "You…?" Trunks took a deep breath. "I love you." Pan couldn't take it anymore. She moved her lips to his, sharing a deep, passionate kiss. She felt those unshed tears now, slowly rolling down the sides of her cheeks. Trunks was in shock at first, not expecting the kiss, his sapphire blue eyes widened, then after a moment or two, he closed his eyes, kissing back. Their tongues met one another, exploring the other's mouth. Soon they found themselves lying down, Trunks on top of Pan, holding his weight up with his elbows, continuing to kiss his beloved Pan. After a long while they finally broke the kiss, the both of them gasping for air. "Trunks, I love you too. I've loved you since I was just a little girl, but now…" She was cut off by his lips pushing against hers again, kissing her long and hard. Slowly Trunks found his hands moving around her body to where the armor covered her chest, grabbing it and sliding it off her body. Pan allowed him to, and found herself moving her hands to where his armor was, doing the same. Trunks had moved his mouth from her lips to her neck, making a trail of butterfly kisses, slowly unzipping her training gi, moving the material down her shoulders to her waist, exposing her bare breasts to him. He gazed at them hungrily, taking in their beauty, then kissing her neck once again down to them, tracing his tongue over her now-hardened nipples. Pan let out a soft moan, as she allowed him to continue teasing her breasts, taking off her gloves and tossing them to the side. Trunks licked at her right breast, moving his warm mouth around it, massaging the opposite one with his hand, then switching his mouth over to the left one and moving his hand to the right. Pan let out another moan, a little louder this time, and started to move her lower body against him, getting him harder then he already was. He growled low in his throat, taking off his gloves, throwing them somewhere unknown, at the moment he really didn't care, and pulled off Pan's gi, along with her boots. All that she had on left was a pair of black, lacy panties. "Hey! I'm almost naked here, and you still got your clothes on! What is this?" Pan giggled, moving her hands to Trunks's back and unzipping his suit, sliding it off along with his boots, smiling, gazing at his rock hard chest, then looking down at the bulge in his boxer-briefs (Hey, the gi is too skin tight for him to wear his usual baggy boxers! ^_~). She grinned evilly, moving her hands against his growing arousal, making him twitch and groan, gasp and moan. "Ah! P…Pan! You can't tea…ah…tease me like this! It's not right!" Trunks complained, closing his eyes together tightly, letting out a soft moan as her hands continued to tease him through the annoying material in its way. Pan chuckled, licking at Trunks's lips. "Patience, Trunks, I'm getting there," she whispered seductively into his ear, licking at his earlobe. With those words, she slowly moved down his body with her tongue, encircling her warm mouth around each of his nipples, making him shudder with pleasure. She continued traveling down slowly, then, getting to the boxer-briefs, she grabbed the waistband with her teeth and pulled them off, his length standing up, as hard and aroused as it could possibly get. With a hungry look in her eyes, Pan licked her lips, then took his hard dick into her hand, playing around with it at first teasingly, sliding her hands up and down it slowly, grinning when she saw Trunks's face, then took it into her mouth. She smiled at his reaction, a loud growl and moan somewhat mixed together as his hands pressed against the back of Pan's head, pushing her gently closer to his body. She continued to lap and lick, suck and tease at his length, Trunks continued to moan and gasp, bucking his hips forward, shoving more of it into Pan's mouth. Just as she tasted the first few drops of his pre-cum, she stopped, licking her lips, smiling at him. He whimpered, wanting more, but Pan wouldn't give it to him. "Oh, so that's your little game, huh?" Trunks sat up, grinning wickedly. "Well I'm just gonna show you how it feels to be toyed with, then…" Pan didn't have time to protest as Trunks grabbed her panties and shoved them off of her, tossing them aside, then started to lick at her soft, wet pussy. She gasped, feeling his tongue slowly slide around her inner thighs, his thumb rubbing against her clit slowly, making her squirm and gasp. Finally he slid his tongue into her, tasting her juices as they began to flow from her aroused pussy. Her legs found themselves wrapped around his neck, her back arched, moaning in pure ecstasy. Just as she was about to be hit with an orgasm, Trunks stopped, licking up the juices that were on his lips. She growled, frustrated, wanting more. Trunks smirked. "See? It sucks, don't it?" He chuckled, getting interrupted by Pan's mouth moving over his, her tongue getting pushed into his mouth. She frenched him for a long moment, then pulled away, nibbling at his ear. "I need you now, Trunks," she pleaded, pressing her body against his. He smiled warmly, nodding in response, taking her legs and spreading them apart slightly, moving himself to her entrance. He pushed in slowly, feeling Pan tighten around him, her soft whimpering becoming a bit louder. "This might hurt a little…" Trunks warned, kissing her lips gently, then pushing his full length into her, feeling her virgin barrier break. Pan cried out, tears forming in the corner of her eyes, sliding down her face. He kissed them away, slowly moving himself almost all the way out, then back in again. Pan soon got used to this, and shortly her pain turned into pleasure. Trunks groaned at how tight she was, her muscles tensing up and tightening around his dick. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he started to increase the speed, sliding back and forth, in and out, over and over again, faster and harder with each thrust. Pan moaned loudly, pinching her own nipples, causing more pleasure to arouse within her body. Trunks smiled, sucking at her breast once again, her back arching up as he did so. This continued on for a while longer, both exchanging lovingly glances at one another, both caught up in one another's gasps and moans. For a short while it was all going fine, until Trunks's natural urges took over. With a loud cry, he powered up, his chi rising around him, a golden aura, his hair standing up straight with the power, flickering back and forth between a light purple to a bright gold, until finally staying at its golden form. Trunks's dark blue eyes changed from a dark blue to an eerie aqua green, gazing at Pan, her eyes widened. Trunks's thrusts began to increase speed incredibly, going as fast and as hard as he could. Pan whimpered and cried out, her power level also rising, trying to withstand his immense power. Trunks finally realized what he was doing, that Pan wasn't able to take it all, when suddenly it happened. Just as he began to slow down, Pan cried out, her energy level at her peak, and with one last final scream, her hair flowed up, a powerful burst of energy blew around her, the reddish-orange aura that usually surrounded Pan suddenly flickering to a hot white, then to gold. Her dark raven hair flickered on and off between two colors, gold to black, gold to black, and with one last flash of light, it flowed around her, standing up, a bright gold. Pan's eyes were narrowed, closed shut, until she opened them once more, as they changed from its normal golden auburn color to a bright emerald, aqua colored green. Trunks just stared at amazement, his thrusting coming to a halt. Pan had just turned into a Super Saiyan "Well don't just stop!" Pan cried out, "MOVE DAMNIT!" Trunks just held his mouth open, and with one shout at her order, he nodded, and continued thrusting, the pace going as fast and as hard as ever. The two Super Saiyajins cried out, moaning loudly with pure pleasure. Without warning, just before she reached her peak, Pan sat up, wrapping her arms around Trunks's neck, licking her way around his jaw line, then to his neck, where she sunk her teeth into him, marking him as her mate. He cried out, but calmed down after she started licking at his wound, tasting a few drops of his blood. Soon after he did the same, marking her as his mate for eternity, hearing the same reaction he gave her, then a soft sigh as he licked at the bit mark. After a few moments, they both came, moaning out loudly, their cries echoing through the empty forest. They both collapsed on top of eachother, powering down from their SSJ forms. After a few moments of rest, they looked up into one another's eyes and smiled. "Pan," Trunks smiled, "You did it. You turned Super Saiyan." Pan nodded, then kissed her new mate passionately. "I couldn't have done it without you, Trunks." Trunks lied down besides her, holding her in his arms, sleep overcoming the both of them. He whispered into her ear softly, "I love you, Pan-chan." Pan smirked, whispering back, "I love you too, Trunks-chan." They both fell asleep.

 Author's Note: Sorry it took so long people!!! I'm lazy and I didn't get around to it, but once I start something I usually finish it (Writing wise that is...Kami knows my mother wishes I was the same way with my homework and cleaning my room ^^;; heh...) so don't worry!! I intend to finish this story, and make it a damn good one too! Disclaimer: Okay, if you have read any of my stories before, you notice that I usually don't really make disclaimer statements cause everybody already knows I don't own it! I never did, and sadly, doubt I ever will. Unless...*dreams of Akira giving her all the copyrights and everything*...*snaps out of it* Um...uhh...hi!! Uh...yeah...*sweatdrops* Well...on with the story!!! ^^;; Enjoy!! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ About a year had gone by after the little "training session" with Trunks. That day when she had finally reached her long term goal; she had finally turned into a Super Saiyajin. The result had came out of her losing her virginity to her new found lover. Who had known she would've finally gotten him as hers? Pan knew she had feelings for him, ever since she was just a care-free teenager, but she had just thought that was a little crush she had. This was love. The best part of it was, he felt the same way back. He loved her too. Pan lay there on her bed, in her own small apartment just off the edge of town, gazing out at the window at the starry night sky. She only had one thought on her mind. "Trunks..." she sighed. Pan's life had been going great. She had finally gotten her own little place so her parents didn't have to babysit her, had a good job working as an designer for clothes. For now, she was fine working for companies who were in need of her talents, who needed her ideas for their own line of clothing. She thought maybe later on in the future she would start her own business, but for now, she was content. Pan was getting paid good money too! She had it made, she got paid to do something you enjoyed doing, which to her was really cool. The only thing that bothered Pan about her life was Trunks. After a little over a year of them both seeing eachother, they had kept their relationship as a secret. They both thought at first it was best, with the 14 year age difference between the two Saiyans, but now Pan was having doubts. She wanted everybody to know she cared about the handsome lavander haired President of Capsule Corporation!! She wanted to express her love to the world!! But Pan knew she wouldn't get much encouragement from her father, and poor Trunks! With Vegeta as a father...well, lets just say he would probably take it the hardest, seeing as how they were mixing the blood of the Royal Saiyajins with low class Saiyajin Warrior blood, none the less the granddaughter of his long-time "enemy", Kakarrot with the mighty prince's own son. The funny thing was too, she still hadn't shown anybody her new found power. Nobody knew she could turn into a Super Saiyan yet...the right moment hadn't come up. She wanted it to be the perfect timing. Pan rolled over onto her side. She couldn't sleep! It was already 2:30 in the morning. She HAD to get some sleep. She had a big assignment for Bridal Gowns magazine, and drawing wedding gowns was quite difficult, especially with all the detail and everything you have to put into it to make it elegant. Pan closed her eyes and lay there under her covers for a bit. 5 minutes tops passed by. She shot her eyes open. She still couldn't get to sleep! She had so much on her mind, one thing was the project she had to work on the next day, the other was about Trunks, and next week was going to be her 21st birthday! Every thought was keeping her up, so she decided to take some knock-out pills. Within a few minutes, she was fast asleep. * * * A few days went by. The wedding gown project was going pretty well so far, she had made some adjustments to the dress she was designing, adding a little more lace to the corset of the dress...maybe a veil sash as the sleeves... "No...no wait...that doesn't look good...maybe if I added a little something here...no, no that's not right! ARG!!" She sat there at her working desk staring out the window, looking at the clouds, trying to find some inspiration. Right now Pan was experiencing a "designers block". There was a loud, annoying growl coming from her stomach. The dark haired Saiyan looked over at the clock. 1:00 PM. No wonder she was hungry!! She had gotten up late and rushed out of the house without eating breakfast. That was 6 hours ago. She was starving. Just then there came a knock at the door to her office. "Ya, come in," she called out behind her, not bothering to get her focus off of the drawn-out dress on the piece of paper lying out in front of her. Suddenly she felt a light, soft kiss on her cheek. She turned around and smiled happily. "Trunks!" Pan got up from the chair and kissed him sweetly on the lips, hugging him. "Hi!! What are you doing here?" "What, I'm not allowed to stop in and say hi to my girlfriend every now and then?" He smiled. Pan smiled back. "I thought you were working late today?" "Well it just so happens the meeting I had to go to was cancelled. Something to do with the President of Tech Industries having to go to the hospital. His wife was in labor." "Oh!! He's gonna be a daddy! How cute..." Pan giggled, looking at Trunks. She couldn't help but blush at that moment. A baby. She'd like to have one of those... Trunks tilted his head a bit, seeing the faded shade of red spread across her cheeks. "What's wrong with you? Did I say something to cause a reaction like that?" Pan suddenly snapped out of it and shook her head. "Uh, no, no, it's nothing." She sat down at her desk and let out a sigh. She stared at the dress design. Trunks looked over her shoulder at it. "Hey, new project? I like! It's looking really good so far Pan-chan." Pan smirked. She had began to allow him to call her that again. It was kinda just a lovey-dovey pet name now. The fact she didn't allow him to call her it before was because she thought him calling her that meant he still looked at her as a child. They both knew that that was DEFINATELY not what he thought of her now, so now the nickname didn't bother her so much. "Thanks. I'm kinda having a mental block right now though..." Just at that moment her stomach growled. Trunks jumped back. Pan sweatdropped. "Er...yeah, I think my hunger might be the problem..." Trunks chuckled. "Yeah, your Goku's granddaughter all right. Come on, I'll take you out to lunch. I haven't eaten anything yet either." "Okay," she smiled brightly, and walked out of the work office. * * * After a few dishes of full main course meals enough to fill about 15 people, Trunks and Pan were stuffed. The fact that all through their meal they were stared at by everyone around them didn't bother them much, they were used to it. After all, mere humans such as themselves (Besides their friends such as Krillin, Yamcha, etc.) didn't know how much a Saiyajin could eat. They sat back in their seats, fully content. After a few minutes of sighs and letting the food settle down, Pan started up a conversation that she had been wanting to talk to Trunks about for a while. "Um, Trunks? I've sorta been wanting to talk to you for a while about something important..." "Yes? What is it Pan? I'm all ears," Trunks sat up in his seat, his soft blue eyes on Pan, listening closely. "Well, um, it's just that, we've been going out for a while now, right?" She looked up at him for a response. He nodded. "Right." "And...We've kept this a secret from all of our family and friends too, right?" Pan looked up again to see Trunks nod again. "Yeah, and with good reason too I might add." Trunks leaned back in his chair again. "If my father or your father knew, I think we'd be forbidden to see eachother ever again." Pan stopped for a brief moment and looked up at Trunks. She sighed. She didn't want to get Trunks in trouble with his father, or her own father for that matter. Trunks saw the expression on her face. "I'm sorry Pan, I didn't mean to cut you off, continue. What's so important?" "It's nothing, really Trunks." She looked down. "Nothing." "Are you sure, Pan-chan?" Pan looked up and smiled a bit. "Yes Trunks, I'm sure." Trunks smiled. Pan couldn't help but smile back. Pan thought for a minute. Well, so what if they kept their relationship a secret still? As long as the handsome man sitting across from her loved her for the rest of eternity, it didn't really matter. "Well, okay then, I wish I could stay and talk more Pan love, but I really gotta go. My mom's gonna kill me if my stupid secretary rats on me again for coming back to work late from lunch. I have a good mind to fire that bitch..." Pan laughed. He acted like such a child! Here he was, a man of 34 years and he still was controlled by his mommy. "Okay, then I guess I'll see you later, I have to get back to work myself anyway. You're coming to my birthday, right?" Pan asked Trunks as she got up from her seat and took her coat, walking towards to door with him. Trunks smiled gently at his dark-haired Saiyajin Angel as he held the door open for her. "Of course I'm coming! I wouldn't miss your birthday for all the money in the world." Pan couldn't help but make a crack at that one. "Not that it matters Trunks dear, you already own most of that money anyway." She chuckled when she saw the expression on his face. "Haha, very funny." * * * Back at her job, Pan continued trying to design the wedding gown. So far so good, that lunch really did the trick. Pan for some reason could never concentrate on an empty stomach. She shrugged. Must've been something to do with the Saiyajin blood, after all, you fight better too if you're not hungry. Pan looked over at the clock. 5:00 already? She wasn't complaining, she was getting really tired and wanted to go home anyway. Luckily her boss was kind enough to let her bring the project to and from work, allowing her to do some work at home. Pan was thinking about taking some time off of work right when her birthday came along. She sighed. 21 already, wow! Seems like just yesterday she was still 14 years old and gathering up the Black Star Dragonballs with her chibi-sized Grandpa Goku and Trunks. She gathered up all her things and headed out the door to her car. The dark-haired Saiyajin beauty stared blankly at the road as she drove home. Something didn't feel quite right. They loved eachother! Why couldn't she tell everybody about them? I mean, what if they got married someday? It just wasn't fair...Stupid Vegeta and his damn Saiyajin Prince pride. Stupid father, always being over protective of her. Pan blinked. Stupid father? Had she just called her father, Son Gohan, the man that she looked up to and loved dearly, stupid? Well...he did tend to get annoying sometimes. Like that time she was at the high school prom with her date, Mike, that cute exchange student from the US, and then her father bursting in on them when he was dropping her off to say goodnight. He was just about to give her a goodnight kiss when Gohan flew out of the window in his full-powered SSJ2 form and had just about scared the living shit out of the poor kid!! The next day afterwards, Mike was out of school, a few days went by, still no Mike, and later on Pan only found out that he had gone back to the US early; something about a family matter, but Pan knew better. Her father had scared him away...She was 17! Even then, she wasn't a little girl anymore! Damn him and his over-active short-fuse temper... "Still..." Pan thought to herself as she drove up to her apartment building, "It's not so bad. I mean, like I told myself before, he loves me and that's all that matters. Right?" She sighed as she headed up the stairs and into her apartment, closing the door behind her and flopping down onto her couch. "I wonder," She said to herself outloud, "But what if...the reason he is keeping this a secret is because...he isn't planning on being with me forever?" Pan sighed, then placed her hands to a certain spot on her neck covered by the collar of her shirt. She pulled the material away, looking down at that particular spot. The mark. The teeth mark that had perminantly left a scar on Pan's body as a symbol of Trunks and herself being mates. It didn't fade away. Pan thought back to when her mother was having a talk with her about the Saiyajin Mating habits... *Flashback* "Pan, dear, erm...I was wondering if maybe you and I could discuss something?" Videl looked at Pan from the doorway of Pan's room. Pan, 18 at the time, was lying on her bed, looking over her collage application forms. "Sure mom, come on in." Videl slowly closed the door behind her and sat besides Pan on the bed. "Well, Pan, I was just about thinking that, well, with you 18 and all, and going to collage, it might be time for me and you to talk about...things...mother to daughter..." Pan couldn't help but stiffle a laugh. She smirked. "Mom, I already know all about the birds and the bees, so you don't have to worry about anything." Videl chuckled a bit. "Yes, yes dear, I'm sure that you already know all about that. But, what I was concerned about talking to you about was...well, certain things that might occur during those certain activities you might ingage in...about your heritage, Pan." Pan blinked. "What does my heritage have anything to do with sex?" Videl cleared her throat. "Well, you being a Saiyan and all, there are some things I thought you should know about that might happen..." And so the conversation went on like that for a good hour or so, Videl explaining to her daughter all about the bonding between a Saiyajin and their mate, about how if the mark of the mate doesn't fade away, it's true love and they are soul mates, about how they might experience certain things that might seem odd to them... *End Flashback* But what Pan didn't understand was, her mother said something about odd things occuring. Nothing really odd had happened, well, nothing after they had marked one another while they were making love. What was supposed to happen? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ That's all for now peeps!!! What? I told you in the summary that there'll be more!! O_o; Don't worry!! ^_^ Review please!! Tell me what ya think!! Suggestions??? I'll take em' into mind!! Thanks!!! *~*Hisaki*~*

 Author's Note: OMG!!! OMG OMG OMG!!! YOU GUYS!!! *sobs* I'm SOOO Sorry to keep you in suspence for like...*checks last time she's updated* FOR MANY MONTHS!!! But I promise I didn't do it purposely! I had a serious case of Writer's Block for this story, but I'm back at least, and as of lately I've had lots of free time on my hands, so I promise I won't do this to you EVER EVER EVER again!!! Okay?? Oh, and to show how sorry I am, I added yet ANOTHER lemon in it just for you guys, cause' I love yas!!! ^.^ I just hope you still loves meh!!! ;_; Eep!!! Well...anywho... Oh, and if you really like this story? You might wanna check out the new story I've been working on, "Musical Dreams", cause...it's cool O.o; And cause' I said so o.O; ^.^;; Um...no, but seriously...cause, I'm kinda pissed I'm not getting lots of reviews on it so that's why I'm kinda "advertising" it right now. It's about Trunks wanting to be a singer, but nobody really cares or believes in him except little Pan-chan, but only getting encouragement from a 5 year old isn't exactly enough to keep Trunks going. Years later, the dream forgotten, and now taking on the duty as the President of Capsule Corporation, Trunks finds himself depressed about something. Is it because he lost out on his chances of fame as a singer? Pan tries to help, and in the end you get a romantic musical story all in one! Oh, and I don't wanna spoil the big surprise of what happens in it, but just letting you know that you WILL find out that ALL the Demi-Saiyans happen to have musical talent...*hint hint*. T/P of course, G/B, and even a little U/M (though don't expect for me to do a lemon on U/M, sorry...their minor characters, just mentioning that their in it though at least...). Okay, well, anyway, enough of that, here's the next chapter of "Saiyajin Training"!!! And again, I'm soo sorry!! *bows over and over again* Gomen Gomen Gomen...*sweatdrops*... *~*~* Pan smiled as she felt the first few rays of sunlight of the new day fall upon her face as she flew threw the early morning sky. She couldn't sleep very well, so decided to get up early so she could take in a short, relaxing flight. "I can't believe it. Today I'm 21," Pan thought to herself as she kicked back and floated above a light, orangy-pink cloud. She gazed at the sunrise before her, rising over the sea. It made the ocean glitter and sparkle with white light, reminding Pan of the stars in the dark, peaceful night sky. Pan smiled. "How beautiful," she said quietly. "Not as beautiful as you of course," a voice said from behind her. Pan's eyes widened as she flipped in the air and whirled around. Her fiery auburn eyes met with a pair of crystal blue ones. The young Saiyajin woman smiled. "Trunks, what the hell are you doing here? And do you get a kick out of scaring the shit out of me?" Trunks laughed and wrapped his arms around Pan's narrow waist, planting a soft, sweet kiss on her cherry-red lips. "To answer the first question, I've stayed up late all night doing work at the office so I could be at your birthday party today, I just finished, and I'm too wired on all that coffee I've been drinking all the while to get some sleep so I thought I'd take in a little flying. While I was doing that, I felt your chi and decided to say hi. As for the second question, no, I don't do it intentionally, but it is pretty damn funny." Trunks chuckled as Pan playfully hit his arm after that last little comment of his. Pan sighed as she floated down into Trunks's lap and snuggled up against him as they stayed afloat in the sky. They stayed silent there as they both watched the sun slowly rising up into the sky and turning it different colors, from orangy-pink, to a golden yellow, and slowly but surely, turning into the clear, bright sky blue that it normally was. Pan looked up. "Hey Trunks, what time is it?" Trunks looked down at his watch. "Um...It's 7:00." Pan yawned and floated up out of Trunks's lap, stretching a bit. She turned and looked at him smiling. "How about getting some breakfast with me? I'll make it. I'm in a mood for some pancakes and omelettes." Trunks's sapphire eyes brightened up as he nodded. "Sure! That sounds great! And I'm really, really hungry too..." Pan giggled and nodded her head in the direction of her home, giving Trunks the hint to follow her as they both flew off together, side by side, to Pan's apartment. *-*-* Pan watched in silent amusement as her handsome boyfriend gobbled down every single bite of his breakfast within seconds after she first served it, then asked for seconds. She giggled and served him another large stack of pancakes and omlette, then sat down to eat herself. After a little while longer, both Saiyans finished their meals and lay back in their chairs, sighing in satisfaction. After a moment or so of silence, Pan spoke up. "Trunks?" "Yeah?" "Um..." Pan struggled to find the right words to say about what she wanted to talk about. "Well you see, I've been thinking and, I kinda wanted you to talk about..." Just then Trunks's cell phone rang. Trunks reached into his jacket pocket and pulled it out, flicking open the receiver and held it up to his ear. "Hello?" He held up his finger to Pan giving her an apologetic look and then returned back to his phone call. "Yes? Yes? Oh...Oh? Oh, I see. Well, okay then. I'll see you then. Bye." "Trunks?" Pan looked at him concerned. Trunks finally seemed to snap out of it after a brief moment or two. "Wha...? Oh, yeah, sorry Pan. That was my secretary. It seems that some business agreement that I made with another major company didn't fall through...we just got slapped with a law suit...and our company is down a few millions..." Trunks continued to stare blankly out at the wall while Pan looked at him, blinking. "So, I guess this means you gotta go back to work?" Trunks looked at her, then nodded, a sad look in his eyes. "Well...then I guess you'll have to miss my party then..." Pan trailed off quietly looking down. Trunks jumped up suddenly and rushed to her, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her close. "No Pan, no way! I don't care how much the company is in trouble! You come first, and I've been promising you that I'd attend this party no matter what! Besides...I'm sure I can straighten things out with this other company, and get our money back..." Pan looked up. "Trunks, now you know I think you're a good president for Capsule Corporation, but how in the hell are you gonna do all that in a matter of..." She looked at her watch. "Eight hours?!?" Trunks smirked and stood up straight. "Might be easier than you think, my dear..." Pan looked questionably at Trunks. "...It just so happens that this other company's president is a woman..." Trunks gave a laugh as he dodged the fist that went for his face. Pan glared at him. "AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING TO DO??" Trunks blinked. "Oh come on Pan-chan, your acting as if I'm intending to sleep with this woman in order to help out the company! I'll just simply take her out to a nice lunch at a fancy restaurant, charm her, talk deals, and then everything will be fine." Trunks smiled reassuringly at her. Pan stared at him hard. "Pan, lemme' put it to you this way...If I can talk my dad outta making me train with him for some other reason that he finds non-important, especially compared with his precious "training", then I can talk my way outta anything." The raven-haired Saiyan blinked. He had a good point. "Okay then, fine, but promise me that you'll be there!" "Deal." Trunks kissed her gently on her cheek and walked out of the door, waving. Pan looked at the door that he closed behind him, and sighed. "You better keep that promise Trunks..." *-*-* A few hours later, Pan found herself trying on different outfits for the party. While trying to decide between a cute little dress she picked up a few weeks ago or a pair of pants, the phone rang. "Moshi-moshi, Son Pan's Residence," answered Pan as she held the receiver up to her ear. "Pan, honey?" Came a voice from the phone. Pan's eyes brightened up. "Mom! Hi! What's up?" "Hi dear, listen, I'm just calling to ask if you could come a little earlier and help us set up for your party," Videl said. "What? Oh, sure I'll help! Um...what time do you want me there? Now?" "Yeah, now's good," Videl responded. "Okay then, I'll see you in a few," Pan said as she ended the conversation and hung up the phone. The birthday girl decided that since she'd be working around a lot by putting up decorations and what not (not that it would take much effort with the ability to fly...), she would wear a pair of jeans and a shirt, then wear the dress later on when the party started and all the guests arrived. With that in mind, she quickly got dressed in her dark blue flared jeans and a red tank top. Pan then looked at herself in the mirror. Ack, wait a sec. Pan lifted her hand and rubbed a certain spot on her neck, and made a face. Her mating mark. It's not as if it was extremely noticeable or anything, but if one was to get up close, they could just make it out. Gee, yeah, right, that would be so great if everybody saw her with that mark on her neck! Thinking quickly, Pan soon found a thick black choker necklace, studded with red and white gemstones, and put it on. Well, that takes care of that. Hmm...something wasn't just quite right. Sure, she was dressed, she had her make-up on, she took care of making sure that mark was covered up...now what else? At that moment something caught her eye sticking out of one of her dresser drawers. Something orange. She walked over to it and pulled it out. Pan looked down at what she held, then smiled. "Well,this sure brings back memories..." She walked back over to her mirror, and looked at herself. She then pushed her long, shoulder-length ebony black hair behind her ears, and moved the orange material on top of her head, her bangs flopped over her forehead, then tied it tightly in the back. She took a step back and smiled at herself; Pan just wasn't Pan...without her orange bandana. She smiled gently. Gee, why did she stop wearing this thing? She couldn't remember. Oh...wait...yes she could. It was the symbol of her "tomboyishness", so to speak, and after all the mocking over the years she couldn't take it anymore, so she ditched the thing. Getting rid of the baggy clothes and everything and now becoming a Bra Jr. with her new style of clothing, Pan had just totally forgotten about it, and just stopped wearing it all together. It really did add a nice touch though, especially the way it blended in well with her bright red highlights. The way her dark hair gently lie across her bare shoulders and the bandana there...it looked great. Besides, she needed something orange to wear. Orange was one of her favorite colors along with blue, red and yellow. This didn't surprise her...after all, it was kinda a family thing. With one final last mirror check, Pan quickly packed away her outfit for that night along with black high-heels into her black sports bag, then opened her balcony window, closing it and locking it behind her, then sped off into the sky towards her Grandpa Hercule's (A/N: Okay, yes, dubbiness evil, but Hercule IS actually Mr. Satan's first name, and why would his own granddaughter call him by his last name?) huge mansion, where her party was being held at. *-*-* Pan landed right in front of the doors of Satan Manor. She moved her finger up to the doorbell and rang it. With that, she heard her grandfather's theme song play throughout the whole house. Pan just rolled her eyes. She still couldn't believe he had his own THEME SONG for crying out loud. But, then again, he was looked up to as the most famous and most popular guy around, with him saving the world from Cell and all. Pan snickered. "Pssh, yeah right," she said to herself. No offense or anything, she loved her Grandpa Hercule, but come on, she could knock out the guy when she was 3. Pan still kinda disliked the fact that he took all the credit for saving the world from Cell when he knew damn well that a 12-year-old boy did. Yeah, her own father none-the-less. When she found that out from her mother when she was around 4ish, 5ish, she wouldn't speak to her grandfather for a whole month. She was angry with him for taking the credit from her father. She believed that he should've gotten acknowledgement and graditude from the world, but, as her parents explained, it was better off anyway because then the media would have never left Gohan and his family alone, and her grandfather did seem to enjoy all the attention. After taking it into thought for a while, Pan eventually forgave her Grandpa Hercule. Suddenly the huge Cherrywood doors creaked open, but when Pan walked inside, she found that nobody was behind the door. She closed it behind her, and looked around the main hallway. "Weird," she muttered to herself, looking around. It was dark and seemed empty. "Hello? Is anybody here? Mom? Dad? Grandpa?" Pan called out looking for her family, or anybody for that matter. Still wandering around, she rounded the corner and came to the large enterance for the ballroom. The doors were huge, and was almost impossible to move by anybody with no real strength. Well, it was simple enough for her grandfather, and for anybody of her family? Yeah...right...enough said... Pan opened the large ballroom doors and peered inside. It too seemed abandoned. She walked in, closing the door shut behind her. "Hello?" Suddenly, out of nowhere, a large bang was heard, and little pieces of confetti softly descended from the ceiling. With that, the large crystal chandeliers above lit up, illuminating the whole room. Everybody spang out from under tables and behind curtains, screaming out "SURPRISE!!!" Pan nearly fell over with shock. "HEY!!! WHAT THE...OH MY KAMI!!!" She exclaimed happily, still half in shock. She looked around trying to see who was there. It seemed that everybody was; her parents, her grandparents (including both grandfathers...), her Uncle Goten and Aunt Marron (which still seemed odd to her because Marron was one of her best friends, so she didn't really call Marron "Aunt Marron". Hell, she didn't even call her Uncle Goten "Uncle Goten", he was one of her good buddies too), the both of them holding each of her new little infant twin cousins; Goten was holding Amber, and Marron was holding Onyx (A/N: Yeah, the Son family has a thing for naming people after food and such, the Briefs, well, nuff' said, and Marron is french for "Chestnut" I think, which was a play on Krillin cause of the baldness and...well...you know. Yes, now the new quarter Saiyan, quarter Android, half Human children have Jewel-themed names! I'm so clever...*coughs* o_o;; heh...). Along with her family she saw Krillin and 18, Piccolo, Vegeta and Bulma, Bra and Ubuu, Yamcha, Tien and Choutzu (A/N: Did I spell his name right? ~.~; Sorry if I didn't...), even Master Roshi, the old turtle hermit. There was also a whole bunch of other people that their families have met over the years that had attended. Just the thought that all these people being there just for her was just so cool! But there was one familiar face among the crowds who she didn't see; Where was Trunks? Just as she was looking around for him, everybody then rushed over to her to greet her (well, besides Vegeta and Piccolo, though they both had smiles on their faces). Pan greeted everybody happily, yet still concerned on Trunks's where-abouts. Suddenly she felt a familiar chi behind her, and whipped around just as she saw Trunks about to give her a hug from behind. She giggled and smiled, giving him a big hug. "So I'm guessing you're happy to see me," chuckled Trunks. Pan smiled and nodded. Just before they were about to pull eachother in for a kiss, Trunks snapped out of the little trance and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Pan realized why he had and just smiled a little, looking around at the bunches of people around, noticing the figure in shadows of the ballroom watching. Ack, Vegeta! "Oh well, I'm sure he doesn't suspect anything..." Pan thought to herself. "Well, so who cares if he saw? You want everybody to know about Trunks and yourself anyway, right? Huh? No! I don't want to have to suffer and watch Trunks die by the hands of my own father! Wait, would dad do that? No...but Vegeta would!" Pan growled to herself. It was enough that she hated hiding her true feelings from Trunks in public, and now she was having mental fights with herself. Pan then pulled away from Trunks's embrace, she smiled and gave hugs to everybody else, then excused herself from the ballroom to go and change. She felt so under-dressed, but at least everybody was suspecting that. "I mean, come on, it was a surprise birthday party for Kami's sake!" Pan heard herself say in her head. She then flew up the stairs and ran into one of the many large luxurious rooms that Satan Manor had, closing the door behind her. Pan threw her bag onto the large King-Size bed and unzipped her bag, pulling out the delicate silk that was her dress. Just before she was about to go and get herself dressed, there was a knock at the door, with a familiar chi standing on the outside of it. Pan opened the door and pulled Trunks in. "What's wrong?" She asked. Wait...oh no. No, no it can't be. Trunks had that...that..."look". And...and...that "grin". Oh Kami no, why the hell does his hormones have to kick in now? "No, wait, don't tell me," she said, as Trunks grinned even more, eyes narrowed, frighteningly resembling his father, only a more handsome version of him (that was Pan's opinion at least. She didn't think Vegeta was half bad, but that damn hair...and could he get any shorter? Pssh...and all that time people mocked Krillin's height...). "Trunks, I know that look. No, not here, not now! And how'd you get so horny all the sudden?" "Sorry Pan-chan," apologized Trunks, his face dropping and moving into a pout, but still having that certain gleam in his eyes. "It's just...well, I kinda was thinking about what we did a few nights ago, and...er...your outfit..." "What about my outfit?" asked Pan. Trunks merely just pointed to the mirror. The raven-haired Saiyajin beauty looked. Okay, so what IF her cleavage was rather noticeable with the low-cut of the tank top? Okay, so what IF her stomach was showing just a little, and her curves were absolutely perfect in that rather tight pair of pants, and... Pan just sighed. Okay, point taken. "Trunks, not now! You KNOW half the people in this place can read chi levels, and what HAPPENS when people..." Pan just merely trailed off and coughed into her fist a little. Trunks just grinned more. Oh no, that's not a good enough excuse for him? Dammit. Oh, crap, and WHY THE HELL does he have to look so FUCKING SEXY when he grins like that; all evil like? Dammit dammit dammit dammit! "Well, you know we don't have to stay here..." Trunks stated, smirking deviously. God, he really didn't know why he had gotten so horny all the sudden either. Just the outfit, and his hentai thoughts. He couldn't help it, he was only Saiyan! And that's even WORSE than being only Human! He's got both sides to deal with... "Trunks, we can't just leave the party you know. Especially the both of us missing at the same time? You've gotta be kidding me, oh yeah, like THAT'S not obvious..." Pan was cut off by a soft pair of lips pushing against hers, and a warm wet tongue pushing past her own lips and moving against hers. Pan couldn't argue; she just went along with it. "Don't you think I know that Pan?" Trunks said as he pulled away, breathing rather deeply. Trunks smirked again. "I'll think of something, don't worry." Pan looked up at him. Oh fuck. He was doing it again! His hair was all...perfect and such, the way it hung just perfectly croped up in it's little mushroom-cut and those two famous strands of hair falling into his eyes: SO SEXY!!! And his breathing was making his chest heave up and down...against hers...and...oh fuck it. She couldn't help it. She's only Saiyan too, ya know... "Well," Pan smirked a little and licked at his lips, "As long as you know a good place where we can..." Pan was cut short for a minute with feeling his hardened erection pressed up against her from his pants. You could tell that he was already getting irratated with his pants suddenly becoming too tight; he was gritting his teeth just a little. She just merely grinned and continued to finish her sentence. "...Where we can take care of that." She laughed a little as she purposely rubbed against it more and heard him growl. With that, Trunks picked her up and grabbed her, phasing out of the house to the roof, then phasing to just outside of the perimiters of the manor, not wanting to cause too much of a scene with raising up his chi just enough so he can fly off; that would cause too much attention. Just as they got out of a good range away from the party, Trunks flew up into the sky and blasted off to a certain place he had in mind... *-*-* Trunks and Pan burst into the doorway of his little beach house a few hundred miles away from the manor, and it only took them a minute to get to with the help of that new invention Bulma had made especially for all the fighters. It was a little wrist-watch, and along with telling you the time, while flying, all you had to do was push a button and it made your speed match about 10 times more than the speed of sound. At least at this range they wouldn't be noticeable to anyone, and the beach that the house was built upon was a private one. They were all alone. Shutting the door behind them, not being able to keep eachother's hand off one another, they continued kissing eachother hungerly and started tearing off the other's clothing. Meanwhile, trying to back up to the stairway, Trunks found it quite difficult to climb them and kiss Pan at the same time, so he tripped backwards and slammed his back into the stairs, still kissing Pan, only murmering a little "Ow" as he fell through the kiss, Pan's laughter getting muffled by his mouth pressed up against hers. By the time they got to the bedroom, Trunks and Pan were both only in their under garments. Trunks gently pushed Pan onto the bed, still kissing her passionately, moving his hands down her neck, taking off her black choker. He then moved his tongue down to her neck, swirling his tongue in circles around the mating mark he had made when he claimed her as his own just a little over a year ago. Pan growled in response, shifting her body a little. Trunks smirked and moved his hands just around the small of her back, then traveling up a little, removing Pan's bra, then tossing it to the side, his lips delicately traveling down from her neck to her breasts, moving his left hand up to her right one and massaging it gently, while his mouth attacked her left breast's rosey pink nipple, flicking his tongue against it, then sucking on it softly. This only caused Pan's back to arch up a bit as she let out a soft cry, moving her hands to the back of Trunks's head, running her long fingers through his lavander locks. Trunks moved his mouth to her other breast, continuing his sweet torture on that one while his hands moved down her body from the sides, hooking his thumbs around her panties and pulling them off. Pan, not wanting to be the only one totally naked, took control and managed to flip Trunks down over onto his back, kissing his lips rather roughly, then moving her hands down to the waistband of his silky black boxers (A/N: Ooh..silkyness *_*). With doing that, the seductive Saiyajin mistess made her way down his body with her tongue, tracing it along his well-developed abdomen, running her fingertips softly around the sides, making Trunks close his eyes, shivering a bit from her touch, his breathing becoming heavier. After a moment or so, Pan then stopped teasing her awaiting Saiyan warrior, and took his length into her mouth. Trunks gasped at the sudden warmth of her mouth wrapped around his erection, moaning and tilting his head back a little. The ebony-haired beauty continued her work, moving her tongue along his hard member back and forth, up and down, causing the Saiyan prince to growl and gasp, finally giving into Pan's tortures with a loud moan and exploding into her mouth. Pan slowly swallowed and lapped it up, then moved her mouth away from him, catching her breath, eyes misty with ecstacy, looking up at Trunks and licking her lips softly. Seeing her lap up his little mess and slowly lick her soft pink lips only turned Trunks on once again, grabbing Pan from her waist and pulling her up to him, kissing her deeply, tongues wrestling with one another. Not wasting anytime, he then picked her up with his one arm with ease and gently lay her down onto his lap, his once-again hardened dick slowly pushing up into her. Pan cried out softly, Trunks slowly sliding into her deeper. After letting her adjust for a few moments, Trunks slowly began his thrusting, sliding in and out of his sweet Saiyajin angel. Pan soon caught on, rocking her hips back and forth against his, their pace gradually getting faster and faster, going harder and harder. For a while they did this, both having soft whimpers and moans escape eachother's lips, before moving their lips upon the other's and kissing passionately. Soon enough, both started to feel a pressure build up inside themselves, knowing each was about to reach their climax. With a few more thrusts and grunts, the both of them came, all movements of their bodies ceasing to a halt, crying out the other's name before finally collapsing back onto the bed, breathing heavily, chests heaving up and down, trying to catch their breaths. Trunks looked down at Pan, smiling softly and kissing her forehead, wrapping his arm around her. "I love you, Pan-chan." Pan looked up, smiling also, kissing his lips gently. "I love you too, Trunks-chan." With that, they caught eachother again in another long, deep, passionate kiss. Soon after, Trunks sprang up from the bed, pulling his boxers back on, looking at Pan and smiling gently. "Well, if we don't wanna make anybody suspicious, we better start heading back." "Yeah, okay." The two love-sick Saiyans then got dressed, and within minutes were on their way back to the party. *~*~* YAY!!! OMK!!! (Oh My Kami o.o;; ) YAY!!! I finally got another chapter finally posted up after a very very very long time!!! YAAAAAYYY!!! *confetti shoots from all over the place and DragonballGT Theme Song is heard blasting from a huge surround-sound stereo* YEAHH!!! PARTY!!! O.o;;; Okay...maybe I'm over reacting here, but i'm happy! And I already got great ideas for the next chapters after this, so don't ever worry about me not finishing up this story and keeping you in suspence for months ever ever again!!! *hugs all of you and gives you all candy* O.o;; I LOVE YOU GUYS!! ^_^ NOW REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEEEWWW!!!!! *twitches* o.o;;

 Author's Note: Ne...Oi, if I were a fan of me/reader of my own fanfics, I'd smack myself upside the head with a sock or something X_x; I'm so sorry guys!!! I always get sidetracted...ne...*looks down, feeling ashamed* -.-;; *sniffles* I hope I'm still loved... Here's the next chappy you've probably waited on for sooo long!!! (Hey, at least it wasn't as big as a wait as it was like last time...) *~*~* Pan walked into the ballroom in her black evening gown; it was a silky black dress that was trimmed with silver and had diamonds lining up along the edges of the dress. The dress had no back to it, it's thin spagetti diamond straps holding it up, the dress itself not being too tight but hugging her curves just in the right places, the length of the dress going down to her knees. She wore skin-colored stockings and black high heels decorated with diamonds (A/N: Hey, when you're in the family of the "World Martial Arts Champion", you can affort stuff like this all lined up with diamonds, and if you didn't notice, diamonds are my favorite jewel *_* Kirei...), her long dark hair was tied up into a loose bun with curly strands falling from it and framing her delicate face, wearing diamond earings and a thick diamond choker necklace, a black shawl covering her pale sholders. She wore only a modest amount of make-up; her eyes had a bit of black eyeliner around it, mascara and a light silvery-blue eyeshadow spread across her eyelids, making her beautiful ebony eyes shine with every beam of light that reached her. Besides her eyes, she wore a rosey-colored lipstick. This make-up alone was all she really needed on; the eyes and lips shone out, her face was already pale and beautiful and she always seemed to have a natural blush of her own. Pan was once again greeted by the many guests of her party, getting hugs and kisses from all her family and friends, happy birthday greetings, etc. etc. Yes, Ms. Son Pan sure did look absolutely stunning, but all the women there knew that it shouldn't have taken her that long to get ready... It must've been just slightly over an hour before she rejoined the party. "Pan honey, what took you?" asked ChiChi, Pan's beautifully young looking grandmother asked, Videl and Bulma standing by and looking at Pan for the answer, curious to know themselves. "Oh, I er...took a bath to relax a bit cause' my muscles were kind of sore from the training I did a few days ago, and I guess I just dozed off," Pan quickly lied. "Oh, okay then sweetie, we were just wondering," responded Videl, smiling and hugging her daughter close. "You look great." Pan hugged her mother back and smiled, thanking her, a quiet sigh escaping her in relief. "Good, they fell for it..." Pan said in her head. "I just hope that nobody noticed Trunks was gone too..." *-*-* Trunks made his way into the ballroom too, looking around and trying to not cause too much attention to himself. "And just where were you?" a voice asked from behind him. "Ack!" Trunks jumped up a little, startled, and then turned around to face his sister. "Oh, hiya Bra..." "That doesn't answer the question; where were you? You've been gone for like...an hour and a half!" "Oh...I er..." Trunks gulped, a million excuses racing through his mind, trying to find the right one. Suddenly an idea popped up. "I...forgot my present for Pan at home!!! I had to go get it...and I forgot where I put it, so it kinda took me a while to find it, but I found it!" Trunks smiled, laughing nervously. "Oh really?" Bra looked at her brother questionably; if she knew her brother as well as she thought she did, then she knew that nervous laughter and that meant he was lying. "Where is it then?" "It's...uh...oh...it's..." Trunks made as though he were checking his pockets, praying to Kami for a way to get out of this one... "Boy! Come here!" Said a gruffy voice from the corner of the ballroom. Both Trunks and Bra looked over to where their father had called Trunks, Trunks then closing his eyes and sighing. "Oh thank you...thank you..." he muttered under his breath, thankful for once in his whole lifetime that his father called his son over to him. With that, he made his way over to the short, spikey-haired Saiyajin Prince. "What is it?" His father turned to the side, looking off towards the middle of the ballroom where most everybody was surrounding the birthday girl, his eyes narrowed down seriously. "When are you going to finally stop holding back?" Trunks felt his heart stop. "Wh...Wha...What?!?" the lavander-haired man asked his father, staring blankly at him. "You heard me, when are you going to stop hiding it?" Trunks tried to play dumb. "F...Father, I don't know what you're talking about. Hide what? I don't underst..." "Don't play dumb with me, boy!!" The Saiyajin prince cut off his son. "Do you take me as a fool?" Trunks just stood there, his mouth kept shut. After a moment of silence, Vegeta began to talk again. "You've been keeping your secret for far too long. It's not healthy for a Saiyajin to hide his true feelings for his mate." Looking up, Trunks stared at his father with a stern look on his face. "How long have you known?" he asked, his gaze going to the direction where Vegeta was staring, also looking at Pan. "I've known for a while now. You must've mated a little over a year ago, am I right?" Trunks's eyes widened at his father. Damn...he's good... "Yes, you are. But how did you find out?" Vegeta smirked. "Hmph, well, for one thing, out of every Saiyajin here I should know more about the ways of the Saiyans more than anything. It's simple really. When you're away from Kakarrot's brat's brat for too long, you act depressed, you seem to get ill, the only way you ever seem to brighten up is when you're around that girl. I know when you're not in the house, and I can sense your chi, and it's usually always around hers. Your little charades aren't going to work much longer though, Trunks," Vegeta continued on, his expression once again becoming stern. "Sooner or later, even when you are with your mate, you'll start to get sick, your mind will blank out, you won't be able to put two and two together; if you are not truely honest of your relationship with your mate, both of you will be doomed for a fate even worse than death-it's as though your in the process of dying, but the torture never ends, and you're stuck in that state forever. The bonding of two Saiyajins is a serious thing, my son..." Vegeta looked into his son's dark blue orbs. "You have to tell them." Trunks gulped, nodding understandably. Everything his father had just told him was true; he did feel rather ill whenever he wasn't around Pan, and his mind was totally blank when he was in that state of sicklyness. "You have not yet even been able to communicate telepathically, have you?" "We haven't been able to do what now?" Vegeta grumbled. "I thought so. Don't mind what I just said boy, but for both of your sakes you better fess up soon." Both father and son both looked up towards the rest of the party, everybody now in little groups of their own, Pan in the corner talking with Marron and Bra. Pan was smiling and listening to the girls chatting happily, but her eyes were dim and lifeless looking..." *-*-* Dinner finally came along, all the guests sitting in the large dining room that must've been just nearly as big as the ballroom was. There was a huge, long dinner table, decorated with white lace cloth and china. There must've been enough food in that room to feed the whole country, but with the Saiyajins and their appetites, they'd be lucky if the food lasted at least an hour tops. Pan sat at the head of the table, her parents sitting besides her, Trunks also sitting somewhat close-by, a few seats down, sitting besides Goten, Marron on his other side. Everybody was chatting, until finally Mr. Satan sat up from his chair and gently tapped his wine glass, getting the attention from everybody. "Excuse me, if I may have everyone's attention...I'd just like to propose a toast for my lovely granddaughter, who with each year is growing up to be the most beautiful woman I've ever known." With that, everybody applauded, afterwards a few small speeches being told by Pan's parents and grandparents and more applause, the servants then walked around with the different main course meals on silver plates, offering them to everyone as everyone once again started talking amongst themselves before Trunks shyly stood up and tapped his wine glass with a spoon, not really concentrating and controlling his strength, the wine glass shattering upon the spoon's impact. Trunks sweatdropped, at least having gained the attention of everyone, a few chuckles coming from them. "Er...hi! I just wanted to say, well, pretty much everything that everybody else said, and I don't really think you'd want me to repeat it all. There's something I've been meaning to tell everybody and, er...well..." Trunks glanced over to Pan, and then met eye to eye with his father sitting across from him, "I...well, Pan and myself, have..." Trunks felt himself beginning to sweat nervously, upon feeling the stares from everyone in the room. "Come on Trunks, you can do it, just come out with it..." Trunks told himself in his head. "...MeAndPanHaveBeenLifeMatedToOneAnotherForThePastYearAndAHalf, okay that's all I wanted to say, thanks!!!" as Trunks then sat down and slumped into his chair. The room went dead silent. Suddenly there was a rather large chi level being raised to its extent. Everybody who felt it then looked up over to the end of the table, next to Pan, where Gohan was standing, his chair had been knocked over, lying on the ground behind him, his black spikey hair surged up with electricity as his usual dark eyes were glowing an eerie aqua-green... Gohan's glasses fell off from his face, landing onto the table, his teeth bared and his fists clenched at his sides, Videl desperately trying to calm her husband down as was his daughter, father and brother. "Gohan!!! Gohan, calm down!!!" "Son...take it easy..." "Whoa!!! Um...bro?" Suddenly a huge flash of blinding gold light filled the room, knocking over the table, the servants running for cover, the guests of Mr. Satan and the family's business (being invited, not really knowing the family, and of course not understanding what's going on) beginning to scream as they made way for the doors. Gohan let out an angry growl, glaring at Trunks in his powerful Mystic/Super Saiyajin (GT so screwed up with this...) form. "YOU...YOU WHAT?!?!??!!!!!!" *~*~* Uhhh-ohhh...Somebodeh's in MAJOR trouble!!!! You know the deal by now!!! REVIEW!!! ^.^V Ja!!! *~*Hisaki*~*

 Author's Note: WBS (Writer's Block Syndrome - How do you spell Syndrome?? Syndrom? Syndrome? AHH!!!) is a very serious disease indeed *nods* So bear with me please x_x;; *Sniffles* WAAHH!!! I DON'T WANT TO BE UNLOVED-EDID-DID!!! It's like, why bother?? I feel like such a failure!!! WAAHH!!!! *Cries* Hisaki: *Sobs* MAKUKU-CHAN!!! *Calls for her boyfriend, Mirai no Torankusu* Mirai no Torankusu: *Runs over, taking a moment to catch his breath, looking up* Nani?? What's wrong Rizu-chan? (Note: I go by two names, my real name in Japanese, Rizu, and he goes by two, Mirai no Torankusu and his real name in Japanese, Makuku O_o; *saves you from the confusion as you continue reading on with this little conversation Hisaki has with her b/f) Hisaki: Mmf...I...I don't think the readers like me very much!!! I mean...I...I...I just need time to break out new chapters...and...and I'm a little slow...and...and...*chokes back on another sob* MNT (I don't feel like constantly writing Mirai no Torankusu O_o): Aww, don't worry Rizu, they love you!!! I love you!!! *Hugs his g/f and pats her gently* Hisaki: *sniffs* Bu...But it's your job to love meh!!! YOU'RE MAH BOYFRIEND!!! They don't have to!!! MNT.: Well...they should!!! You're a great author!!! You...You just need more time, because you're... Hisaki: STUPID?!? I KNOW!!! WHY KAMI?!??? WHY!!??!! *breaks down and falls to her knees, crying more* MNT: *sweatdrops* NO NO NO!!! You're just...in the middle of the creative...process?? Hisaki: *Stares blankly at Makuku* ... MNT: *sweatdrops more* Ne...? Oh, and you're also a ditz...but you're MY ditz ^.^ Hisaki: *wiping away tears, sniffling and jumping into her kawaii Trunks-kun's arms* YAY!!!! I feel better now!!! I Love You Makuku-kun!!! *clings to him and kisses him many many times* MNT: Ne...*turns bright red* Okay...I...*gets kissed right on the mouth, only causing him to grow redder* Mmf!!! *Manages to pull his head back away a little* Er...haha, Hisaki, ne...You still have to get on with the story!!! Hisaki: *pulls away for a second, blinking* Oh...oh yeah!!! *Pulls away from MNT's arms and stands proudly, facing the computer with tremendous bravery, cracking her knuckles, neck, and stretching out, wiggling her fingers and cackling evilly as she sits at her chair, all you hear is her low evil laughter and the typidy-type-type noises of her keyboard* MNT: O_o;; *sighs, slapping his hand to his forehead, then turns to the readers* Um...she looks kinda really into her work right now, so you just continue on with the story then, okay? Enjoy!!! Um...Hisaki-chan? Wanna add anything else? It's your story, after all. Hisaki: BUWHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! *keeps typing* MNT: *sweatdrops* Nevermind then... *~*~* Trunks stood there, paralyzed with fear as the whole table lifted with the tremendous waves of energy flowing from Gohan's body. Half the party guests had left already, Mr. Satan was hiding in the corner of the room, petrified, cowering behind a potted plant, meanwhile the Son family, Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, Chaoutzu (A/N: WILL SOMEBODY PLEEZE TELL ME HOW TO SPELL THAT FRIGGIN' LIL' MIME-LIKE-PRINCE-DUDE'S NAME RIGHT?!?), and Piccolo were trying to calm Gohan down, Bulma protectively standing in front of her son like a shield, trying to use all her strength and motherly-power to protect her baby boy from death. Vegeta stood there, a few feet away from all that was happening, a frown on his face, arms crossed, watching the whole scene. Goten and Goku held Gohan's arms, preventing him from blasting forward and attacking Trunks. Trunks was still in a state of petrified shock, finally snapping out of it when Pan looked up at him and screamed "TRUNKS!!! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!! NOW!!!" Trunks looked at her, his eyes widened, nodding, blasting off right through the window, trying to get as far away from Gohan as possible. Trunks must've been a good few yards away from the mansion and across the Satan property before a very loud and angered cry rang out, the whole mansion filling with an incredible blinding golden light, and a very large power level heading straight for Trunks. The young president of Capsule Corp. powered up to his upmost powerful Super Saiyajin level and speeded away from that power level as fast as he could, then suddenly, he remembered he had his mother's Instant Speed wristwatch, pressing the button frantically and surging forward with a tremendous blast of speed, thanking Kami for being the son of his genius mother as he left Gohan in the clouds, 10...20...30 miles behind him...40...50... Suddenly, out of nowhere, he heard a loud growl. Trunks was in panic, especially since it sounded extremely close, and he couldn't see anything because of the clouds that surrounded him. Without warning he was hit with a very large, burning light beam, the energy from the beam itself blowing away the clouds and clearing. There it revealed Gohan, growling, huffing and puffing, looking savage. It looked as if any trace of human had gone away and all he was left with was his Saiyajin rage. Gohan's dress suit was torn and burnt off, the white shirt hanging off by his waist and burnt near the tips of the shredded cloth, his black pants torn and tattered at the legs, probably because of his burning chi that surged and floated around him, his energy aura burning a bright gold, from time to time even flickering red as to show the rage and fury that burned within him. Trunks was sent sprawling back and down into the air, his arms in a criss-cross position over his face, his eyes tightly closed, opening one slowly and peering up at his attacker. Sure, maybe that didn't hurt as much as it could've (it did no damage; his clothes were still intact), but the battle was only beginning. *-*-* "Aahhh!!!" Pan screamed as her hand clutched to her chest, collapsing to her knees and wincing in pain, everybody turning at that instant and running to her side, seeing what was wrong. "Pan?? Pan, what's wrong?? What is it?" asked her mother in a panic, as the rest looked on worried, though giving her enough space, only Videl being near enough to actually touch her. "Ah, it's...it's..." Pan winced again, her eyes shutting tightly, hissing from the pain, "My...My heart!!! It feels like it's going to explode! And my arms!! They feel like I just burned them!!" Pan rubbed her arms, cradling them. Everybody around stood around her, looking at eachother, all the girls running over to her while Bulma rushed out of the room, then just barely a minute later came back with a capsule case, taking one out and tossing it to the side, a huge First-Aid kit appearing once the little puff of smoke vanished. "Stand aside everybody, I'll get to the bottom of this..." Bulma started before all the commotion and noise was quieted by a harsh "Stop!". Everybody turned to where the voice came from. Vegeta glared at everyone, breaking through the circle of concerned family and friends and gently pushed all the women away, including his own mate. "Leave her be, there's nothing you can do for her," Vegeta ordered, looking around at everyone, as if daring them to object. "Bu...But Vegeta..." Videl started, looking up to the mighty Prince of all Saiyans with watery eyes filled with worry for her daughter, "Pa...Pan, she's in pain..." "There's nothing you can do about it. It has nothing to do with any inflictions or bodily harm done to her physically, in a way." ChiChi glared at Vegeta. "What? What on Earth are you talking about, Vegeta?" Vegeta just snarled a bit at the mate of Kakarrot because of her tone of voice, but then decided to just ignore it and continue. "Pan, take off your necklace." Pan looked up at Vegeta, her one eye closed tightly, still in pain, managing somehow to reach her two hands to the back of her neck and unclasp her necklace. It fell to the floor, and at once everybody, except Vegeta, immediantly gasped. Pan's neck was a burning bright red, right around where Trunks's teeth marks were. "It's the bond. At this very moment, Gohan is beating the shit out of my son, and it's because of him being her mate. Any harm done to Trunks will be transferred to Pan. In normal cases, they're just slight feelings you feel surging around your heart. For example, Onna, when Kakarrot and I spar, do you feel anything unusual?" Bulma just stared blankly out at Vegeta, then paused for a moment, trying to think. "Actually, well, I kinda feel a strange feeling in my chest, and somewhere in the back of my mind I feel as though I'm tense and trying to concentrate hard on something in particular, and once in a while I might feel a slight pain in my heart, but it only is there for not even a second." ChiChi looked at both Vegeta and Bulma, then to her own husband. "Yeah, I feel that when Goku spars too." Vegeta nodded. "You feel what we feel, and your mind registers the same type of thoughts and emotions as we are feeling. Usually, like you said Onna, if it's something as innocent as sparring, you won't feel much. You'll just feel something slight, and you can barely register any emotions or thoughts in your mind, though it's there. In this case, the pain Trunks is feeling is caused by injuries done to him BECAUSE of his bond with his mate. So now, it's almost as though Pan and Trunks are one; she feels exactly the same thing Trunks feels, thinks exactly the same thoughts as Trunks does." Just then Pan let out a small cry of pain and hunched over, holding her stomach, slight tears forming in the corner of her eyes, yet she blinked them away, too proud to let them fall. "Kami, dad's really beating the hell out of Trunks...ahh..." She closed her eyes once again in pain as her whole body suddenly had a strange sort of spasm and her body was thrown foward to the ground. Goten looked to his father and then to Vegeta. "We can't let Gohan do this to Trunks dad!! It's hurting Pan-chan!!" Goku nodded, and just as they were about to fly off, they heard Pan let out a loud groan and shout to them. "N...NO!!!" Everybody stared at her blankly, as Pan struggled a bit, then finally got to her feet. "I said...no..." She stopped shaking and stood up straight, her fists clenched to her sides. "This is my fight. Trunks is my mate, and daddy is fighting him because of me. This is between me and dad, and it's between me and Trunks." Just then, Pan picked up her purse that she had been carrying around the party from the floor, taking out a capsule, throwing it at her feet, a rather large puff of smoke appearing around her, when finally gone, revealed Pan with training clothes: A baggy medium-blue shirt, tucked into her baggy orange pants (Very much like Mirai no Torankusu's pants, only orange). There was a red belt tied around her waist, and she wore black boots. Her outfit was pretty much exactly like her grandfather's training gi, only without that extra orange shirt attached to the pants. Her hair was down, falling down over her shoulders, her fists clenched to her sides as she already started to power up, a small blast of her chi's energy swirling around her, making her hair fly every which way and her clothes move with the wind. "Bu...But Pan-chan, honey!!! Your father can power up to a Super Saiyajin Level 2!!! You're not even a Super Saiyan yet..." Videl started, just before another burst of energy blasted and made all the objects in the room get thrown to the walls, soon followed by a huge flash of light. Everybody was forced to cover their eyes with their arms, and when they finally looked up towards Pan again, their eyes went wide with shock. Pan was a Super Saiyan. "PAN!!! YOU...YOU..." stuttered all of her family in unison, meanwhile all the others stared with their jaws wide open, Vegeta not doing anything of the sort, but standing there with his arms to his sides, his eyes just simply widened with surprise. "Yeah, yeah, I know, I went super, never told you, but now's not the time to get into it!" She shouted as she blasted forward up into the air and through the huge hole in the mansion, stopping in mid-air and turning before everyone, "I don't want anybody coming to help, understand? This is not your fight!" With that said, she once again blasted off, tracing the chi levels of her poor Trunks and her incredibly pissed off father. Everybody ran out onto the lawn, staring up into the sky and watching as Pan turned into a mere speck in the sky. Just as she vanished from sight completely, Goten clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes, his own chi flaring up as he floated in the air. "We can't let her do this alone!! There's no way she can stop Gohan, even when she's in a Super Saiyan level..." "No Goten." "Huh?" Goten looked over to where the voice came from, only surprised to see that it was his own father, staring at his son and putting an hand on his shoulder, making Goten descend back onto the ground completely and his energy level go back down. "Pan's right, this is her fight, not ours." Goku looked out into the sky, eyes still narrowed, still having a serious and stern expression on his face. "Pan will be fine," He looked to his son, "And besides, do you really think Gohan would hurt his own daughter?" Goten just stared blankly at his father, sighed, then nodded, continuing to look back up into the sky, closing his eyes and just focusing on the chi levels that were sensed a little far off, concentrating, feeling Pan's chi finally meet up with Trunks and Gohan's... *~*~* BUWHAHAHAHA!!! Yes, I know, another cliff-hanger!!! Don't you hate me?? *Grins* Don't worry, I'm hyper right now, it's almost 11pm right now EST, and I have a lot of ideas rushing through my head, so I think I'm just gonna quick type out the next chapter, and maybe if we're lucky, you guys will be reading this and then get to click on that little button that sends you right to the FOLLOWING chapter!!! That's right...2 chapters at once!!! Wow...what a great achievement for me, ne? Yeah I know what you're saying... "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HISAKI?!?" LoL, not to worry, I assure you it's me! ^.^ SUGAR GOOD!!! BUWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! O_o;;; WOO!!! *Runs around hyperactively...* *~*Hisaki*~*

 Author's Note: BUWHAHAHAHAH!!!! YES YES YES!!! It's now 10:58pm EST, and it's been exactly 1 minute since I clicked "Save" on the button that saved the chapter before this!!! OOHHH I have so many ideas flowing through my head!!! WOO HOO!!! IN YOUR FACE YOU STUPID WRITER'S BLOCK!!! BUWHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAA!!!!!! Just warning you guys now, this gets very violent, and VERY strange... So cool!!! =D *~*~* Pan stopped just there, taking in the sights she saw in front of her. Trunks was lying below on the sands of a small uninhabited island, struggling to get up. She had to clench her teeth, fists, and close her eyes tightly to endure the pain she felt from him. 'It's okay Trunks, I'm here for you...' she said to herself. 'Pa...Pan-chan?' A very familiar voice echoed inside her mind. Pan's eyes widened in surprise. 'T...Trunks-kun? Oh my kami, I'm hearing you inside my head!' 'Ye...Yeah, I know...' replied Trunks's voice, rather weakly though... Pan sensed this, and knew he was almost knocked out unconcious. She could feel it; the back of her mind felt light, though heavy at the same time, and a very strong pain surged all over her body, especially around her heart. She had to hold back tears as she descended to the ground, helping Trunks and his battered body up. Trunks then shrugged her off, reassuring her she was fine, and Pan knew he wasn't lying; the back of her head cleared up a bit. "Oh Trunks, I'm so sorry!" she cried as she embraced her lover tightly. Trunks smiled, his eyes drooped slightly from all the fighting, hugging her back, as they both flew back up into the air, still holding one another. Just then Pan became very alert, and her eyes widened, staring up at Trunks with a horrified look on her face. "Trunks?!? Where's my father?!?" Her question was answered soon enough. At that moment, the tiny island below them exploded with tremendous power, sending Trunks and Pan flying forward, down towards the waters below them, but just before they submerged into the sea, they stopped and pulled themselves back up into the air. Both of their backs were scorched from the immense heat of the blast. They both looked over their shoulders, seeing a dark figure emmerge from the burning flames and dark smoke. There floated Gohan, looking more scary then all of their past enemies FUSED TOGETHER (A/N: Yeah, that's pretty damn scary right there!!!). Gohan's eyes were burning with rage; instead of the normal aqua-green color, his eyes were a burning, bright, flaming red---and WITH pupils. His hair was really long; not as long as it would've been as a Super Saiyajin Level 3's would be, but enough so you'd think it was the length of Mirai Trunks's when he had turned SSJ when his hair was long. His muscles were more bulky than usual-not as bulky as the muscles of the SSJ level between that of Level 1 and 2, but they were pretty big. His clothes were torn and burnt all around the edges, holes formed in the pants because of the flames burning through them. It was, clearly put, the most frightening version of Gohan you'd ever see. From what both Trunks and Pan could recall from talking to Vegeta about the Saiyans and their myths and legends, this form was known as the legendary Super Saiyajin Level of Rage, though nobody could possibly DREAM it would be like this... Gohan stared at both Trunks with those frightening, blood-red eyes, his breath becoming ragged and short, as he spoke. "You will PAY for destroying my daughter's innocense!!!" Before they could do anything, within the blink of an eye Gohan has phased forward and grabbed Trunks, punching the living shit out of him. Pan cried out as her body writhed in pain, and as if by an unseen enemy, has suddenly become extremely bruised and cut, blood dripping down from every single corner of her body, her face, arms, legs. Her clothes remained intact; it was as though all these injuries were appearing from INSIDE of her. Pan could see her clothes darken as it stained with her blood from her cuts that were covered by her clothing. After another long and painful 10 minutes of not being able to move, just floating there in air and feel the pain as she was attacked by the powers of the Saiyan bond. After what seemed like an eternity, she opened her eyes, only to scream in horror at the sight she saw. On a stray rock that peeked above the waves of the ocean, there lie Trunks, lying unconcious and in a huge pool of his own blood. This puddle of blood was so large it overflowed and covered the whole rock, and Pan looked down horrified as she watched the blood drip down the sides of the rock's edges. Pan felt her whole mind blank; her breaths were coming in short, and she felt her heart slowing down almost to a stop. 'No!! NO!!! I can't let the bond take control of me totally!! I HAVE TO FIGHT IT!!' She twitched and writhed as she tried to take control of herself, tried to move. 'I have to!!! I have to!!!' She cried and groaned, trying to take back control. "I Have To Fight It!!! I Have To Fight It!!!" Pan shut her eyes tightly, before suddenly a large burst of energy and power formed around her heart, and she let out a scream. "I HAVE TO SAVE TRUNKS!!!" Without knowing what was going on, her whole body was engulfed by a large white light. The light grew more and more, the sky blackening, Pan dropping out of her SSJ form as her eyes turned blank and expressionless, just floating there in the sky as if she had a thread of string tied around her stomach and the stormy clouds above her were holding her up. Soon, this mysterious white light engulfed over the whole planet. *-*-* The ground was shaking furiously, ChiChi and Bulma were clinging to eachother for support screaming, all the men becoming alert and standing their ground as they tried staying up until the earthquake stopped. Marron was sitting there, her eyes closed tightly as she held onto her children for dear life, meanwhile 18 and Bra stayed close to her side to help her keep Amber and Onyx safe from harm. It finally passed, but just at that moment, they saw it. That bright white light. It was very eerie. It might have lasted for 1 minute, 2 minutes...maybe an hour or two, they couldn't tell. It was as though time itself had stopped. They looked at eachother and shouted at to one another, but no sound was heard. Nothing. All that there was was the ghostly white light of death. After what seemed like an eternity, the sky dimmed and turned back to its usual sky-blue color. Everybody looked around at eachother. Goten's eyes widened as he stared out at the direction where he felt the most incredible power he would ever feel in his whole lifetime. "EVERYBODY!!! DO YOU SENSE THAT??!?" All anybody could do was stare blankly at eachother, dumbfounded. *-*-* The light that covered over all of Earth's sky had minimized into a small energy ball that soon absorbed and burned into Pan's body. After a moment of complete silence, another huge flash of light surged through the sky as it became pitch black; even darker than it's color black when the Eternal Dragon himself is called upon and summoned to grant wishes. Large flashes of lightning struck from the point where Pan stood to all the corners of the Earth. With that, large energy beams of light sucked into her body, and everything abosorbed into her. With one final flash of blinding light that covered over the whole world, the white light vanished, and the sky just remained that eerie, deathly black And Pan... *~*~* I really had to cut this chapter short, it was getting REALLY long, and so I just made the rest into the next chapter ^.^ Holy shit, 3 chapters by me posted up all at once?!? Shit!!! O_o;; I stated it once, and I'll say it again just for Kami sakes. "IN YOUR FACE WRITER'S BLOCK!!!! BUWHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!" *~*Hisaki*~*

 Author's Note: WARNING!!! This is all totally unique, I created it, I GOT DIBS ON EVERYTHING!!! It's extremely strange, and really freakeh...but I think you'll like it ^_^V Enjoy!!! *~*~* Pan floated there, her eyes an emotionless and pale golden yellow, pupiless, her hair long and flowing, shimmering a pure silver color. A colorful aura of extreme power surrounded around her, her body not showing clothing, but it was as though the mysterious white energy beam formed around her body as though it really WAS her clothing. Tiny shimmers of energy light sparkled around her, as she floated forward and over to her father, who was still in the Super Saiyajin Level of Rage, and still covering his eyes with his arm, from trying to block out the intense blast of light. When he unshielded his eyes, he just stared blankly at Pan. Pan reached out her hand, touching his forehead with it. At that instant, all of Gohan's energy was sucked from out of him, his eyes going colorless, his whole body form returning to normal, and he fell...down...down...into the sky, and just about to hit the water when this Mystical Saiyajin form which was Pan had caught him and left his limp body hang over her shoulder. With that, Pan phased over to where Trunks lay, still unconcious, still dangerously close to death. She lifted him up and held him in her arms, and within the speed of light, flew and appeared in front of all of the fighters over at Satan Manor. *-*-* They all looked at her, everybody with their jaws dropped, as Pan just lay both Trunks and Gohan's motionless bodies onto the ground, both close to eachotherr, their heads to the others, as Pan knelt down and floated in mid-air, the palms of her hands going over both of their foreheads, as she closed her eyes and her head tilted back slightly, that eerie white light floating around her moving and floating off of her, down her arms and absorbing into both her father and lover's bodies. Within that instant, the whole sky flickered from black to white, over and over again for a few seconds, and then finally flicked back to it's original sky-blue color, the clouds back in their places, as Pan's extremely strange power vanished, and she fell back onto her back, clothes tattered, bloodied and bruised, and lying unconcious. *-*-* "When do you think she'll be fully recovered?" "Oh, I don't know Trunks, I guess by the looks of it I'd say a few weeks," answered the intellegent blue-haired woman. "Oh, I see..." Both Trunks and Bulma stood before the large Regeneration Tank, watching as Pan's body floated there in the blue liquid, almost lifeless. Her hair was longer than usual and floated all around her, covering her chest, her hands were bent low in front of her, covering her lower regions. She had already been in there for two weeks. Nobody knew what the hell happened. All they knew was that Pan had somehow gained an awesome power, stopped Gohan from killing Trunks, and gave them back their energy and healed them faster than even Dende could do, even making them stronger than before; their chi levels were that of a power level so high, it would've taken at least 2 years for them to gain that sort of power. Vegeta had frantically been searching through all of the old books and records and data files over computers and other sorts of things that had been dug up from his old spaceship and found on other planets that Pan, Goku, and Trunks had been on while trying to look for the Blackstar Dragonballs. This is where he had found out about that old legend of the Super Saiyajin of Rage... Now what the hell had Pan done? Another week went by, and still Pan was recovering in the Regeneration Tank, everybody on stand-by, Vegeta still searching through all his records of Saiyan history, when finally he had something. When everyone had been gathered together, Vegeta stared at them all, clearing his throat a bit. "We already went over that Super Saiyajin Level of Rage that Gohan had reached. I found out more on it, and according to the legend, this happens very rarely." He turned his attention to Gohan, who was sitting besides Videl. "I can't even believe it was true. For that matter, I can't believe it would happen to a half-breed Saiyajin like you. It's only said to happen within the certain blood-type of a Saiyajin, at a certain moment, at a certain peak of rage, which is extremely rare. Kami only knows why it happened to you, but perhaps I guess you just reached a moment of rage beyond any feeling you've ever felt before, and considering what you've been through throughout your whole life, I'd say that amount of rage was incredibly large." He continued. "As for Pan, it's an extremely odd case. Her power level and story behind it actually comes from one of the Saiyajin er...how do you call it...'Fairy Tales'." Vegeta's only response was blank stares coming from every direction. "On Planet Vegeta, there was a such story that existed about the 'Eternal Saiyajin'. Now, it was never known to actually happen, some old fool probably made it up thousands among thousands of years ago, or at least that's what everybody thought. It was said that a Saiyan female would be split apart by the emotions of her mating bond, and with that, somewhat like Kakarrot's Spirit Bomb, she collected energy from every single energy source in existance." Videl gaped at Vegeta. "Y...You mean, the whole entire Universe?!?" Vegeta just nodded in response, while everyone swallowed. "With that power, she transformed into what is called this, 'Eternal Saiyajin' thing, and she stopped what could've been the end of the Earth." "WHAT?!?" All in the room just said in unison. "Gohan's SSJ Level of Rage would've devoured his very soul, gaining power with each moment of bloodshed or any type of physical harm he causes, and eventually destroyed everything on this planet, perhaps everything in existance. He would've had no soul-his mind would be totally blank, only knowing one thing: destruction. In the end, after he was done, he probably would've destoyed himself." After a long while, everyone was just dead silent, lost in their own thoughts. No one knows how this all happened; it just seems all like one big dream. But they all knew damn well it wasn't-the fact that Pan was still recovering was proof enough. *-*-* Hours later, after everyone but the Son family and, of course the Briefs (Seeing as how they're at Capsule Corp.), left. Goku was sitting out in the kitchen, but for once, not eating. He just sat there at the table, staring out into space. Vegeta was in his own room, as though in deep meditation. Videl and Gohan just sat in the living-room, also in a little world of their own. It seemed as though everybody was just dead to the world and lost in their own thoughts. Trunks sat there in the lab, besides the Regeneration Tank where Pan's body floated. He stared up into her face, watching for any signs of movement. No such luck. He sighed again. He closed his eyes, feeling tears rushing to them, letting them flow down his cheeks freely. With that, he got up from his seat, and started walking away to the exit. 'I'm so sorry Pan...' '...*sigh*...' Trunks stopped, his bright blue sapphire eyes widening to the point where people would be afraid they'd pop out of his skull. He turned around, walking up to the tank and putting his hand on the glass. 'Pan?' After a moment or so, Trunks got what he was hoping for... A response. 'T...T...Tor...an..kusu?' With that, Pan's beautiful dark eyes fluttered open. Trunks ran over to the intercom and pressed the speaker button that would reach over the whole house. "HEY EVERYBODY!!! PAN'S AWAKE!!! PAN'S AWAKE!!! WOOOOO!!! PAN'S AWAKE!!!!" Everybody in the house sprang up from their seats and rushed over to the stairs, flying down them (literally, all except Bulma and ChiChi...), and rushed into the room, Vegeta following persuit, being last, still being his usual self, but in his own way seemed excited about Pan being concious. Bulma quick ran over to the tank's controls and pressed a few buttons here and there. Within seconds, the blue liquid drained from the tank, Videl rushing over to the doorway of it with a robe, covering her daughter's nude form from everybody, Bulma walking over to her oxygen mask and removing cables and such. Pan was a little shakey, so they both helped her walk towards where everybody waited, big smiles on all their faces. Hell, even Vegeta was smirking... Trunks just stood there, in the back of the room, practically crying from joy (though he didn't...it's a pride thing...), and he just ran to Pan and embraced her tightly, yet gently, all at the same time. Pan smiled and hugged back, giggling to herself. Afterwards everybody had their share of hugs, and everybody went back upstairs to get clothes for Pan, and have a huge dinner in celebration to Pan's awakening. *~*~* I'm already starting on yet the NEXT chapter, which will in fact be the last chapter of my little story here. Hey, I know I haven't updated in a while, but THREE chapters at once?? Oh come on, now you definately know I love you guys!!! Consider it as an apology for coming down with a severe case of WBS (Writer's Block Syndrom, if you've forgotten...HOW THE HELL DO YOU SPELL SYNDROM?? Syndrome?? No E, right? Am I right?? Oh...Whatever!!! Fuck it...x_x) Now you know what to do guys!!! REVIEW!!! ^.~V *~*Hisaki*~*

 Author's Note: ::Hisaki:: *Pops her head in from around a corner, looking curiously to the left, then to the right, smiling brightly all of the sudden at all her readers as she then shyly steps out, wearing a blue t-shirt, silver trimming going around the collar of the shirt and the sleeves. A black backpack is worn on her back, her pants being a pair of dark, indigo blue baggy jeans, a black belt with a big silver and blue jewel for the buckle, long silver chain hanging attached to the pocket and laying there at her hips. She smiles more, shuffling her feet a little, wearing black socks and dark blue boots, pushing her golden-red hair behind her ear, a black bandana worn on her head. Timidly she waves, adjusting her glasses and pushing it up onto her nose more with her index finger* Hi guys!! Heehee...Like my outfit? It's my own little version of an "inversed colors" Pan-chan!! Plus, it goes with me, seeing as to how my hair IS red...well, would match the color of Pan's orange bandana anyway...o.o; I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated in months!!! u_u I left you guys down...I feel just awful about it. I've had a lot of stuff going on for me in my life, and I've been just so tired lately. I got a job now, along with going to a new school, and being a Junior in High School, I have a lot of work ahead of me...(SATs and all that crap, you know how it is...) But, today I didn't have any work, nor do I have it for tomorrow either, so hopefully I'll be able to get in some really good writing!! Yay!!! My mind drew a total blank whenever I tried finishing up this story. I'm really sad too, because this has been my most successful story ever, and now it's all come to an end...*sniffles* I'm sure I would've been able to get a lot more fans and reviews for it too, but since I'm stupid and don't know how the hell to continue updating stories (Which now I am starting to type a LOT more often, so don't hold this against me and not go and read any of my other stories because of it!!!), I haven't even reached my 100 reviews mark yet. Oh well. Maybe I'll get a lot of reviews and have a really big and successful story next time... I remember getting a few questions in an e-mail about how I write my stories. Somebody pointed out to me that I am constantly using Gokou in my stories, and that he had rode off with the Eternal Dragons or whatever it was at the end of DragonballGT, so why am I even bothering to put him in my stories? Simply put... I don't like the way DragonballZ and GT portrayed Gokou constantly running off and abandoning his family for training and training others. I mean, Gokou is one of the most pure-hearted characters in the whole story, and they just make him as this good-for-nothing father who seems to care more about himself then his own flesh and blood. I mean, come on...VEGETA seems to be a better family rolemodel than Gokou-san, and I think that's just so incredibly...dumb. Stay in one place Gokou!!! You're family needs you!! And so with that said, I put him in my stories because I like to think that he returned to his family after GT. He doesn't strike me as the type who would constantly abandon his family, regardless of what DragonballZ and GT made him do, and HALF those times wasn't his fault...I mean, he was killed for Kami sakes...HOW CAN HE HELP THAT?!? O_o;; Well ANYWHO... I've gone over the ending of this story hundreds of times, and I think I finally know how to end it, so please review and tell me what you think!!! I'm warning you right now, this story is very lovey-dovey, and extremely "Oh my dear Kami it makes my teeth rot" sweet!!! ^_^ I thought that it'd be perfect for this final chapter...you'll see what I did when you read. I hope that you accept my apologies and everything, and still love me despite my undisciplined writing ways and not updating as often as I should've... I love you guys!! I just hope you can still same the same for me now, too! On with the story!!! *~*~* They had all gone out to dinner that very night that Pan had awakened from her long slumber in the regeneration tank - the whole Son Family, the Briefs, and all of their friends. It was a big celebration, and they had gone out to one of the most fanciest and expensive places of all time called "Divine". The place itself was absolutely gigantic, and took up about the size of what a large shopping mall would. It was like ballroom right out of a fairytale, a huge crystal chandelier. Everyone was dressed to kill - and this time, not literally. The men were all wearing their finest tuxedos, the ladies dressed in the most beautiful gowns ever seen. Pan herself was wearing a silky purple gown, the dress sleeves hanging over her shoulders delicately, hanging low and showing off a descent amount of cleavage, tightening around the waist, then frilling out into an elegent gown going all the way down to the ground, covering her feet. Her hair was tied up in a bunch of curls, some falling loosely around her face, wearing white gold jewelry with diamonds trimming the beautiful treasures that hung from her ears, neck, and wrists. They all sat at a huge banquet table, tons of food in front of them, easily doubling the amount that was being served at Pan's surprise Birthday party. The Saiyans were digging in right away, everyone else just eating their normal proportions (If not just a tad bit more), everyone chatting happily. The eating habits of the Saiya-Jins made the restaurant management glad that they had a whole dining hall to themselves in the West Wing area of the restaurant. They were afraid that if they were seen to the public, they'd scare off other customers... After a little while when everybody was occupied and scattered out across the hall, soft music being heard through the atmosphere, Trunks stepped over to Pan and pulled her aside. "Pan, how about some private time to ourselves, hmm?" Trunks asked her, offering his arm and showing off one of his beautiful smiles. The dark-haired beauty answered him by offering her arm and locking it around his, beaming brightly as the couple walked out of the dining hall and into the large hallway, which led through a corridor of other dining halls that were being occupied by other parties, then out into the open, which was a huge balcony and stairs that connected from both sides of it, leading out into the main room, where it was crowded by many customers, all dressed in their best. "Wow, this place is so huge..." Pan stated in awe, gazing around with her sparkling auburn eyes. Trunks couldn't help but smile more; his angel had to be the most beautiful woman in the whole world - scratch that, hell, he'd traveled around the whole damn thing, so he could say this as a fact - the UNIVERSE. "I have a little surprise for you..." "Oh?" "Mmhmm...follow me..." Trunks said, leading Pan over to another large hallway that leaded away from the main room. They suddenly made another sharp right through a smaller corridor, dimly lit, until finally they reached a large balcony. Down below, Pan saw what had to be the biggest and most beautiful garden she had ever seen before. All around, there were aisles among aisles of different varieties of flowers. Scattered about the vast garden was the most magnificant and elegant fountains that Pat had ever seen before in her entire life. "Oh Trunks..." She couldn't say anything. She was speechless. "It's so beautiful...too bad it's so dark, I'd love to go through a walk in it..." "Say no more," smiled Trunks, suddenly raising his finger and pointing over to the sunset. Just as Trunks drew Pan's attention to the darkening sky, the sun was just spreading it's last rays of light over the land. Trunks mouthed to himself a countdown... "5...4...3...2...1..." Of course, even though he wasn't SPEAKING the numbers out loud, Pan could hear his thoughts. "Trunks? Why are you count..." Suddenly, just as the sky faded into darkness, a beautiful cresent moon shone through an overhead cloud, the dark sky turning into a beautiful dark, cerulean blue, shining stars twinkling their way into the skies. Just as Pan was admiring the natural beauty above, Trunks then clapped his hands, and the fountains turned on, shooting the clear, sparkling water up into the sky as lights turned on that trimmed around them and their statues, making the water spray turn into rainbows. The winding paths that made their way through the garden were suddenly lit up by different colored lights, and among every bush and group of flowers was a huge light that lit up, illuminating the garden brilliantly, yet still keeping it's beautiful nighttime dimness all at the same time. Trunks took Pan's hand in his, leading her down into it, as they then walked among the garden and they admired it's natural beauty together. As they got down to the end of the path, it led them to a small staircase, which led to yet another balcony with a staircase that led down to a small beach, the moonlight shining over the water, waves crashing down onto the sand, the sand itself sparkling as though it were made of tiny pieces of crystal. Pan had lost the ability to speak by now. She was in complete awe, surrounded by what could easily be the most beautiful surroundings she had ever been in. Trunks was simply smiling the whole time - he knew he had made his sweet Pan-chan happy. They then went for a stroll along the beach, Trunks rolling up his pants cuffs and taking off his shoes along with Pan, who hiked up her dress and taking off her high-heels to walk among the glittering sand, letting the waves wash over their bare feet, the sea breeze blowing through their hair, cooling them off, the night temperatures comfortably warm. After about 20 minutes or so walking among the beach they made their way to the balcony that overlooked the beach and connected to the garden. On this balcony was a large patch of grass, two cherry blossom trees in full bloom which held up a swinging bench, overlooking both the garden and the beach. Trunks and Pan sat there, Pan resting in Trunks's arms, her dress still hiked up a little bit and her feet still bare, both of their pairs of shoes on the ground besides one of the trees. They were both staring up at the starlit night. "Pan?" "Yes?" "I love you." Trunks tilted Pan's chin up and gazed into her eyes, which right now were dark as ebony and reflected all of the shining lights around her, both from the sky and the lights in the garden. "And I love you too," responded Pan, smiling an angelic smile that would make anyone's heart melt. "Trunks, this has been the best night of my life. Nothing could possibly make any of this more perfect than it already is." "Oh?" Trunks asked, a sly grin appearing across his face. "You think?" Pan blinked, obviously a tad confused by Trunks's reaction. "Yes...can you think of anything else that would make it better?" Again, Trunks simply showed of that gorgeous trademark smile of his. "Actually, yes, I can..." Suddenly, Trunks gently lifted Pan from off his lap, getting down onto one knee, holding her left hand in his, moving his hand deep into one of his jacket pocket's and pulling out a small black velvet box. He then flicked the box open with his thumb, revealing a dazzling white gold ring, decorated with sparkling diamonds, forming the pattern of a heart. Pan couldn't catch her breath. "...It would be the perfect night, if you would do me the honor of being my wife." Trunks looked up into Pan's eyes as he felt his face grow hot, turning a crimson red, holding out the box to her and took a deep breath. "Pan, will you marry me?" Not another moment passed, when Pan suddenly threw her arms around Trunks's neck, kissing him passionately and crying happily, tears of joy pouring down her flushed face. "I do!! I do!! I do!!" she cried, never being happier before then at this very moment in her whole life. With that, Trunks smiled again, feeling his eyes grow watery. He pulled the ring out of the box, and slid it onto Pan's finger. At that moment, he felt his own tears pouring down his face, one of those single tears of joy falling upon the dazzling ring that now marked Pan has his wife-to-be. For the rest of the night they stayed there, lying back on that bench, in eachothers arms and looking deeply into eachothers eyes, seeing the dim light from their surroundings dance on the other's sparkling orbs. *~*~* OKAY!!! That was it!!! What do you think you guys? Now, I don't know how many of you are still out there with me, and I don't know if you guys even liked this "final" chapter or not... But if I get enough reviews encouraging me to do so, I'll crank out the REAL last chapter... Can you say, "Wedding Day"? I don't know, I thought that this was a cute way to end the story, but if you guys really want a Wedding Day chappy, go and review. Come on now!!! Make my day!!! ^_^ Ja 4 Now! ~*Hisaki*~