Pan sighed, pulling the quilt around her shoulders, walking back to the bed.
She looked down at the half-saiyan who slept curled up next to where she had been, shivering at the lack of her warmth.
How did I get myself into this?
She sighed, sitting down next to him and pushing a lock of hair from his face, wishing that his dark eyes would open and assure her that the world went on, that what had happened wouldn't be the end of her.
She pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders, needing the comfort of memory-that's all she had anymore.
What am I going to do?
Once her father found out the whole story...nothing would ever be alright for her ever again.