Not that Pan could do anything about it. Trunks had dozens of women flocking around him everywhere he went. She only saw him when he was training around the house, or in the gravity room. And then, that was only from afar. He acknowledged her maybe once a week if she was lucky.

Well, that was about to change! Pan was going to make him notice her. As soon as she found out why she was getting wounds she didn’t even remember causing. At the moment she had bruises everywhere.. Including on places that were a little personal. (Use your imagination) And a huge cut running along her side and on the soft side of her forearm.

She was walking down the halls to her last period when a searing pain shot up her arm and into her brain. She fainted; the last thing she heard was the soft thud of her head hitting the hardwood floor.

When she next woke up she was in a sterile white room lying on a hard bed. Pan glanced around. She noticed the nurse with her back turned grinding something. Pan swung her glance around to the other side of the room when she heard a small snore. Trunks was sitting in a chair, his head propped up on his hand, eyes closed. His hair was everywhere, and he was in a wrinkled business suit.

The nurse noticed Pan watching Trunks and commented, “ I couldn’t get a hold of your father or your mother. Your card had him as the next person to call in an emergency.”

Trunks was still snoring. Pan got up slowly and walked over to his chair. She smiled and said softly, “Trunks, wake up.”

When he didn’t wake up, she grabbed his forearm that supported his hand and head. Grinning, she yanked and watched as his head fell to the hard chair arm. Trunks woke up, sputtering and holding the side of his head. Pan just grinned.

“What’d I ever do to you?”

“You didn’t wake up fast enough”

“Oh. We are going to go to my house.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t know where your parents are and I don’t want you home by yourself”

“Oh”

Always the overprotective brother. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and followed Trunks out to his newest car. She stood at the car as he opened the door for her, then sat down in the seat. She waited for him to start the car.

“What happened?” He asked quietly, the earlier teasing mood gone.

“What do you mean?” she asked, trying to prolong her chances of not having to verbally spar with him.

“Why do you have a big ass scratch on your arm? Why the hell did you faint? You never faint! What in all of hell happened?” Trunks practically yelled, not taking his eyes off the road.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she said bitterly.

“Try me.”

“I don’t know.”

“Like hell you don’t”

“I told you so.”

“How the heck do you not know?” He asked, glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes.

“It just appeared one day. The scar did,” she said when she saw him look at her in consternation, “ and today I just kind of blacked out.”

“Nothing? It just appeared and you just blacked out?”

“Yeah. It was really weird. I mean, I felt something prick at my arm, but then I just kind of blanked. And the scratch, well… it just kind of showed up a week ago. I don’t even remember doing it, if I did. I just looked down at my arm and it was there.”

“That’s really creepy, Pan.” Trunks said, watching her.

“You’re telling me. I tried to tell Bra, but she was so psyched about going out with Go… with someone that she didn’t hear me.”

“Wait. She was psyched about going out with who?”

“Um… no one.”

“My little sister is going out with GOTEN?!”

“No, Trunks. Don’t look like that. They have had a crush on each other for a long time…”

“I noticed! Why didn’t they tell me?”

“They were going to. But Bra didn’t want Goten to get beat up, and she told me to keep my mouth shut and well…”

“So you didn’t plan on telling me either?”

“Of course not. I happen to like my uncle’s nose the shape it is.”

Trunks just sighed and looked back to the road.

“Am I really that bad?”

“No. But you are an older brother. You are…”
“Entitled to some worrying” He finished for her. “Can I still beat him up?”

“If you even try I will send you to the next diemention!” Pan said, smiling. She knew he could never really hurt his best friend.

He smiled back at her, a little hurt still shining in his eyes. So she asked questions.

“What have you been doing in boring ole Capsule Corp. Being President certainly does agree with you.” She said, eyeing the expensive suit appreciatively.

“You’re right. It is really boring. But I have my fun every once in awhile. Too much paperwork.” He answered lightly, noticing she was looking him over.

He filled out the suit nicely, thanks to all his working out. His shoulders were broad, and his legs were long and muscled. His hair fell rakishly over his forehead, making him look a lot younger. She had a sudden mad urge to brush a stray strand off his forehead, but quelled it quickly. He made a handsome picture. And he knows it too, thought Pan when she saw the arrogant grin he was wearing.

“Should I pull over and lets you inspect me? I promise that I am not carrying any weapons.” Trunks said jokingly.

Pan grinned at him and answered, “ No. But whatever happened to the sword you always carried around?” She never really thought he looked like himself without it, but he never wore it anymore.

Trunks laughing look faded, and he became serious again. “It was a toy. I didn’t need it anymore. It was childish.”

Pan was disappointed that his good mood had evaporated, and looked for a way to bring it back. “Childish, eh? And what am I pray tell?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow and crossing her arms over her chest.

“You’re Pan, of course.” He said curtly, not looking at her.

She sighed; the mood wasn’t coming back. She reached into her bag and pulled out her latest paperback. She didn’t notice Trunks glance at it with interest.

At least, she didn’t until he grabbed it from her.

Trunks held it against the steering wheel and looked at the cover.

“A PORN BOOK! Pan, I am surprised at you. This is dirty material for a young lady.” He said, mockingly.

Pan grabbed the book back and protectively put it on the other side of her.

“Who asked you? Besides, I decide what I want to read, not you!”

“I was only joking Pan-chan. Don’t worry about it. Those are very.. Educational.”

“What do you know about romance novels?”

“I’ve read one or two in my lifetime. Don’t look at me like that,” he said when he noticed her watching him in dramatic horror.

“You kidding me. You have never read a novel in your life!”

“It was called college. If I wanted to ace the class I had to read a novel. Although I read that type for my own benefit.”

“Ok. I am not going to ask what benefits.” She said, then turned back to her novel. Trunks turned on the radio and they rode to Capsule Corp. in companionative silence.

Trunks noticed that Pan didn’t even look up from the book when the car stopped. In fact, she had made herself quite comfortable. She had taken her shoes off and curled her feet under her in the seat. She never wore her seatbelt, so it hadn’t caused any additional problems. Her hair covered her face and her back. The book was open on her knees, and he grinned. Payback Time.

Trunks reached out and grabbed the top of Pan’s book and yanked. But he hadn’t taken into account her reflexes. As he yanked, she growled a feral growl and yanked back, causing him to fall over the gearshift and right into her lap. He was sprawled in that very uncomfortable position, a gearshift sticking in his stomach and his head uncomfortably bent on a soft surface, when Pan started to giggle. As he got up and Pan got a good look at his face, she started to laugh. When Trunks first started hearing her laugh she burst into howls. She folded the page over to mark her place and sat back in the seat, still howling, her eyes closed. When she opened up her eyes there were tears shining there, and she opened the door and unfolded herself, stepping out the door before his fist could hit her. She grinned at him through the window.

One minute, Pan was grinning through the window at him, the next she found her arms clamped in an iron grip behind her back. Exactly how fast could he move?

“That was a little below the belt, don’t you think?” He whispered in her ear from behind.

“No. This is!” Pan said as she back-kicked her foot into his knee.

He released her and toppled. Pan instantly regretted using the tactic Goten has taught her and knelt next to Trunks.

“Trunks? Are you okay? I am really sorry. I have bad reflexes.” Pan said, her voice showing her concern.

“Your reflexes aren’t bad, just your comprehension who the enemy is.” Said a gruff voice behind her.

Pan looked behind her and watched in fascination as Vegeta knelt beside his son and brought the taller man to his feet.

“Your getting slow boy.” He said to Trunks. Trunks just grinned at him.

“No I’m not. Just not used to beating up girls.”

“Ah-hem” said Pan, glaring at Trunks. “I believe your answer should have been, ‘Yeah, Pan is a lot faster then me’”

Trunks just looked at her in consternation.

“She has a lot of spunk. You might wanna watch her. She is almost as bad as your mother.”

“DAD!” Trunks yelled, pink with embarrassment, while Pan glowed at the almost-compliment.

“Is the female staying here?”

“Yes, Veggi, I am staying here. How fun for you!” Pan said as she impulsively patted Vegeta’s cheek with her palm.

Trunks nearly bit his tongue at her audacity, but Vegeta merely smirked and watched her run into the house.

“She is a wicked one.” He muttered again as he walked off to the gravity room.

Trunks watched his father walk away, then hurried after Pan.

“What’s the hurry?” Trunks asked when he caught up to her on the stairs.

“I want to get changed and go train” Pan answered nonchalantly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Dad’s already in the gravity room.” Trunks reminded her.

“That’s the point.” Pan answered as she disappeared into her room.

The guestroom was turned into Pan’s room when Trunks began complaining about Pan sleeping on his bed each time she and Bra had a sleepover. He hadn’t really minded, but he did mind having to sleep on the couch. The room had everything Pan had at home. She even brought over some pictures for her dresser and bedside table. He recognized the one that had the entire gang in it. Vegeta, Pan, Bra, Trunk, and Goten were all sitting in the tree above the rest, Pan and Bra hugging Vegeta. They must have been ten. Trunks remembered him and Goten were seniors in high school. Goku, Chichi, Yamcha, Bulma, Gohan, Videl, even Piccolo were all standing beneath them. They had posed for the picture. He remembered that camera hadn’t lasted long either. Someone had brought pepper to the picnic and Kushami. Not a good mix.

Then Pan poked her head out the door.

“Can I borrow some workout clothes?”

“WHAT?!” asked Trunks, unprepared for the turn of conversation.

“I. Need. Some. Clothes. To. Work. Out. In. Can. I. Borrow. A. Pair. Of. Yours.?” Pan spelled out for him.

“You just got over a fainting spell. What do you want to train for?”

“Cuz I want to.” She said determinedly.

“Fine then. I don’t think any of it will fit you though.”

“I don’t care.” She said and followed him into his room.

He began pulling out his smallest clothes and tossing them on the bed. Pan picked up a pair of sweatpants and Trunks old favorite black shirt. It had no sleeves, and the neckline was probably not really suitable. She didn’t care. Pan ran into his bathroom and shut the door. She changed really fast, than ran out and stood in front of his full-length mirror. The shirt was huge on her, and the holes where the sleeves should have been went down to showed a bit too much skin. But she didn’t care. She liked it. It was loose and comfortable.

“Can I keep this?” she asked, still looking herself over in the mirror.

“Sure. You look a lot better in it then I do anyways.” He answered, grinning teasingly. Pan grinned back at him and walked out of the room and downstairs.

Pan practically ran to the gravity room. Trunks watched out the window. He knew exactly what would happen. She would ring the bell to let Vegeta know she was coming in, then walk in. Vegeta would then toss her out, roaring about her not coming into the room while he was training. It had happened to him once a long time ago.

But that wasn’t what happened. The door to the gravity room opened. Pan walked right in. And the door closed behind her. Trunks sighed and fell back on his bed, thinking.

He had to rearrange the way he thought about Pan. She had thrown him off guard with the dirty book. Trunks didn’t even know she was interested in that kind of stuff. She never really paid much attention to guys. And then the way she looked in his clothes! She was a senior in High School now, and he had always thought of her as a little sister. But she was no longer little, and she was never really his sister. Well, he was rearranging his thoughts.

Pan walked in and was instantly attacked. She ducked beneath Vegeta’s flying leg and then rolled to avoid his fists punching the mats beneath in rapid succession. She then leapt onto the wall and pushed off, leaving Vegeta to stare at the wall he had just punched in consternation.

“Stand still woman!” Vegeta roared, trying to free his hand from the metal wall.

Pan just laughed at him and came down from the floating position she had been in. She took his huge wrist in her small hands, turned, and pulled, freeing his trapped hand. He grunted a thank you, and examined the wall.

“Wouldn’t be much fun for you or me if I just stood there and let you punch me, now would it?” asked Pan, smiling at Vegeta.

“Maybe. Are you going to continue your training or do you want to spar?” Vegeta asked.

“Vegeta? Giving me a choice? I am so honored.” Pan teased, enjoying watching Vegeta’s face turn red.

“I would rather continue training Veggi. How about afterwards we spar?” She asked seriously.

“That’s fine. Let me show you something the woman cooked up for us.” Vegeta said, motioning Pan over to the other side of the gravity room.

Vegeta presented a cylinder hanging from the wall like a giant punching bag. It was gray, with a metallic sheen that made Pan think twice about what it was made of. She went up to it and tapped it lightly with her finger. No sound came from it, and she looked at Vegeta, waiting for him to explain it.

“It’s a punching bag,” he said, though it went far from explaining anything.

“Vegeta. Punching bags are made of cloth. We destroy one all the time. This is not a punching bag.” Pan said patiently.

“It’s a punching bag. One Bulma said is guaranteed not to burst on us. The last one sent her over the top. It’s made of some kind of metal. Titanium alloy or something. Bulma said we could pound it for a million years and it would never even dent.” Vegeta answered, his voice almost taking on a proud tone.

“Have you tested it?”

“No, I thought you would.”

“Ok.”

Pan began a series of the swift kicks that the last punching bag had died from. This one was barely scratched. She did a complete routine on it, a series of punches, kicks, and small energy blasts. The small energy blast was used on the enemy whenever Pan wanted a small and controlled blast of power. It would cripple a human if aimed at their leg, but it only scratched a saiyan, painful as that scratch would be. The ones she had fired had caused small holes to go half way through the solid metal bag. Vegeta grinned and did his patent series of kicks and small blasts (although the blasts were bigger and more powerful than Pan’s), and then finished it off with a chop at the midsection of the puncher.

There were quite a few dents and holes in it. In fact, it almost looked like the moon with all those craters. Pan prodded it with her finger a bit, and then did a spin kick on a weak spot. Half the punching bag fell to the floor.

“That one lasted five minutes longer than the other ones.” Pan observed.

“And it broke into a lot less pieces.” Said Vegeta, pointing to the bottom piece.

“Definitely.” Said Pan.

Then they heard the buzzer go off. Someone was coming in. The door opened, and in stepped a blue-haired woman.

“What the hell was all that racket?” asked Bulma, before she saw the punching bag. Then she saw it.

“What the hell happened?!” she shrieked.

Vegeta took Pan by the arm and whispered one word in her ear, “Run!” before taking off. Pan followed him, both running at speeds Bulma (as a human) couldn’t dream of accomplishing on two feet.

In the gravity room, Bulma just sighed and pressed a button on her belt. Dozens of tiny robots started comeing in and quickly cleaned up the mess. She sighed again and went to find her wayward husband and his trainee so she could give them a quick yelling before her next meeting.

“How long have you been there?” Trunks asked gruffly.

“You have been sleeping for the past thirty minutes. Kami only knows how long you were asleep before then..” she said, smiling down at him.

“Arg…” said Trunks before rolling out from under Pan and getting up.

Pan floated herself upright and left the room.

Trunks changed from his suit quickly. He realized Pan had known what he needed her to do before he had asked her. It surprised him.

He finished changing and went his door. He looked down the hall, looking for Pan, when he was tackled from overhead. He grabbed Pan from his back and threw her to the floor, then jumped on top of her, pinning her to the ground. They were both giggling helplessly.

“Say uncle Pan!” laughed Trunks.

“Never!”

“Then you ain’t getting up!”

“You have to eat something sometime!”

Just then Trunks stomach chose to growl. They both laughed and Trunks got up.

“Ok, so you get to survive just this once. Want to go see what is in the kitchen?”

“Yeah, right.” Said Pan, laughing.

They both ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Trunks entered first, and he had yanked open the fridge door just in time for Pan to slide into it.

“OWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!” exclaimed Pan, when she hit the fridge.

Trunks was laughing so hard he didn’t realize that all the food in the fridge had been destroyed, and covered Pan. When he finally did notice, the look of disappointment he wore made Pan laugh, even though she was covered from head to toe in eggs, milk, coke, and a smooshed orange.

“Guess we’ll have to go out to eat.” Said Trunks.

“After I get a quick shower. I can’t believe you did that to me..” Pan muttered as she walked up the stairs. Trunks laughed up at her and sat at the table to wait.

About ten minutes later Pan came down the stairs, relatively clean.

“Missed some.” Commented Trunks, pulling a piece of dried egg yolk out of her hair.

“Ouch!” she exclaimed, batting at his hand a little.

“Sorry. Where do you want to go for lunch?” asked Trunks, grinning down at her.

“How about the Rainforest Café?” asked Pan. Trunks groaned when she added, “I invited Bra to come with us too.”

“ Do we really have to? That place is so expensive…”

“Aw, Trunks, you can afford it.” Said Bra as she walked down the stairs. “You’re president of Capsule Corp.”

“Why do I always have to pay?” grumbled Trunks good-naturedly as he walked the girls to his car.

“You guys do this on purpose.. I know you do!” exclaimed Trunks.

“It’s our sole purpose in life.."Said Bra.

“To make you dead broke.” Finished Pan.

Trunks just rolled his eyes and allowed himself to be pulled into another clothes store.

In the car….

Trunks is driving the girls home after a long couple of hours shopping. His wallet was empty.

*Pan* Pan heard someone call her name.

“What Trunks?” asked Pan, her eyes closed.

“I didn’t say anything!” said Trunks.

“Someone said my name,” said Pan, opening her eyes to glare at him.

“I didn’t hear anything,” commented Bra from the back seat.

“Guess I imagined it then.” Said Pan, shrugging it off and sitting back against the seat again.

* Pan! Help me! * Yelled the voice in her head again.

This time she knew that the voice wasn’t in the car. She concentrated carefully and tried to think what she wanted to ask. * Who.. are.. you?.. * She asked, haltingly, trying to make the sounds and project them.

*That isn’t… important. Can you get to Karacel Corp? * the voice asked. It sounded male and impatient.

* Yes.. what’s… Wrong?* Asked Pan, trying to figure out the fastest way to fly to Karacel Corp.
*I need to get out of here. As fast as possible. Can you help? * The voice asked, sounding anxious.

*Yes.. I.. will.. be.. there.. soon..* She answered.

“Trunks, I gotta go. See ya later, guys!” Pan said before she leaped into the sky from the car.

But soon she had no need to think about it. Pan had arrived at Karacel Corp. Karacel Corp was just a smaller copy of Capsule Corp. It was also considered by a few to be an eviler version, but only real fanatics (of conspiracy theories and such) believed in it.

Pan walked in the double doors in front of the building. She disguised herself with sunglasses, and a walk that said, “I belong here”. She would have done the deviousness of Vegeta proud.

Pan just wandered around, since she didn’t know what she was looking for. Or more importantly, who. She was walking down a stark white corridor (It screamed STERILE) when she felt a mind brush against hers. She felt like that other mind was steering her, although she heard no real voice.

The mind guided her to a dimly lit stairway that reminded her of the old horror movies in a way. But they didn’t look like the horror movies… just had the feel of neglect or inuse.

She walked down the winding cement stairs. It took maybe a minute or two before she reached the bottom. A dusty light bulb lit a small doorway. It wouldn’t have fit anyone bigger than Trunks or Vegeta. Goku would hit his head. Pan turned the brass knob and walked in, a hand in front of her in case she needed to do a ki blast of some sort.

The door swung open with a small push from her, and revealed a lab of some sort. There were panels of controls and knobs that she could only guess the uses of, and huge glass cylinders that looked like the saiyan healing chambers. There were tables of papers and glass tubes filled with strange colored liquids. The room was l-shaped, so that it was almost divided into two parts. Pan walked around the corner to the other side of the room. What she saw horrified her. A young man was strapped to a table with metal straps. His eyes were closed, and there were bruises on his body. A long slit ran along the soft part of his arm from elbow to wrist.

Pan considered the scratch she had on her arm. It wasn’t as deep as his was. She walked over to his side and looked at his face. He was nice-looking. Long dark hair with no bangs lay about his face and shoulders, covering them. He was wearing a tight silver and red outfit that looked like a second skin. It emphasized the muscles that spread across his chest and legs, and it didn’t have much to it either. It didn’t cover his arms at all, and he was wearing shoes. He looked like Trunks one moment, then like her the next. He looked peaceful.

And then his eyes opened. Pan yelped and jumped back when the cold blue eyes swung her way. She watched him, and noticed the change when he made a judgement about her. Pan didn’t like not knowing what it was. His eyes expressed ever nuance of his emotion, and at the moment they expressed a satisfaction that would scare the bravest of heart with its intensity.

“Who are you?” asked Pan, arms crossed over her chest defensively.

“You don’t recognize me?” He answered, his eyes skimming her face. “I guess not. It’s been.. What? 4 years? And I looked a lot different.”

“Who the hell are you?” asked Pan, her voice deceptively calm.

“My name is Giru. I used to be a robot.” He answered, still searching her face.

“Giru?” she asked breathlessly. She took a step closer and touched his face gently with one finger. It was solid. “How…. How is it possible?”

“I used the Dragonballs.” He answered. His eyes closed when Pan touched him.

“Why are you here? What is this place? What did you need help with?” She asked.

“ I trusted the wrong people. They are doing some tests, I guess. I am still part machine you know.”

“Part?”

“Yeah… the other part is divided too. I am part saiyan and part human too.”

“How… Why?”

“The Dragon had to use part of another person as a model and a resource. He asked me who would be the best, I chose you. So he put me together. He warned me to be careful about humans…. But I didn’t listen very well.”

“Must have gotten that part from me.... Do you know what your bonds are made of?”

“An alloy or something… they got it from Bulma.”

Pan grinned and recalled the punching bag. “Then I can get you out of here.”

“Great! How?”

“Give me a minute.”

Pan took aim and made a small controlled blast. The blast put a crater in it. She blasts a few dozen more, and the strap had holes that went half way through and weakened it. Then she poked it, looking for the weakest area. When she found it, a quick chop and one arm was free. She worked the same way on the last three.

“I am surprised that wasn’t a lot harder.” She commented.

Pan helped Giru up off the table.

“Can you walk?”

“Yeah, sure.”

He sat up and jumped off the table. Then she saw the one thing she hadn’t seen before. She grew pale.

“You have a tail.”

“Yeah I know. Isn’t it great?” He said, grinning at her and waving his tail.

“Um.. yeah, sure. Let’s go before any of your friends come back.” She said, tugging on his hands. He breathed in sharply and pulled back, breaking contact with her hand.

“What’s wrong with you?” she demanded.

“Nothing.” He said, and followed her.

He just couldn’t touch her. It was like lightning. The dragon hadn’t warned him about the side affects of having part of Pan in him. He could talk to her mind to mind, and feel every emotion she had. It was horrible. It was wonderful. It was terrifying.

Then he heard the click of a gun. They were standing at the foot of the stairs when a small woman with a fierce face and a gun growled at them, “Stay right where you’re at.”

They froze, and the bitch pressed a button on her belt. The gun remained trained on Pan’s heart, and there wasn’t anything Giru could do. And Pan was too afraid to work with her ki blasts. He didn’t know why, but an irrational fear of guns filled him. And he suddenly knew what kept Pan frozen like a statue. Maybe there was a good thing to this side affect after all.

“That’s a good pair of saiyans. Whenever my reinforcements appear we’ll decide what to do with TWO test subjects.”

Giru felt Pan’s ki rise.

“Neither of us are test subjects.” She said quietly.

“ You will be when we’re done with you.”

That sent her over the edge. Pan turned super saiyan in a split second and dashed at the woman, causing the woman to shoot her in the leg. The bullet just kind of ricocheted off her, and she punched the woman over the head with very little force. Giru looked on as the woman fainted and dropped to the floor with a loud PLOP! Pan just stared at her for a minute, and then glanced at the gun that had fallen out of her hand. With a small ::EEP:: Pan grabbed the back of Giru’s outfit (which was so tight he didn’t think anyone could do that) and ran up the stairs and out the building. She didn’t even bother with the sunglasses. Pan didn’t stop when they got out of sight of the building. She didn’t stop until they came to Capsule Corp. She just kind of dropped Giru on the doorstep and sank down to her knees to catch her breath. Pan was muttering something he didn’t know if he wanted to hear.

When she didn’t answer him he knelt down and picked her up, one arm around her back and the other under her knees. He ignored the jolt that went through his body and carried her into the building in front of them. He didn’t really recognize it, but it felt familiar.

He had walked into some kind of lobby. There were potted trees and seats along the walls, and a desk with two elevators beside it on the back wall. There was a woman behind the desk, reading a book. She looked up from it when Giru cleared his throat.

“How may I help you?” she asked in a clear polite voice.

“I…um.. need to talk with.. the President.” Giru said, the words just coming into his mouth. Someone else put them there, and it wasn’t himself.

“Do you have an appointment?” the lady asked.

“No. But I need to see him anyway.” Answered Giru.

“I am sorry, but you can only see the president with an appointment.”

“To hell with it.” Giru muttered and walked to one of the elevators. He ignored the protesting woman and pressed the top button and got into the elevator. Pan just sat in his arms, staring off to space. Giru watched her face, and probed her mind, searching for an emotion. There wasn’t any, just a kind of emptiness. He thought that might signal shock, and the robot in him listed off the things to do in case of that.

The elevator doors opened to reveal a short hallway with a pair of doors at the end. Giru walked down the hall and kicked open the doors, causing the man behind the desk to jump.

Trunks jumped out of his seat and tore off his glasses with one hand.

“Who the hell are you?” Trunks growled/yelled.

Giru just rolled his eyes and sat down on the couch. He sat Pan on his lap and shook her a little.

“Pan! What did you do to her?” Trunks asked. He knelt at the floor in front of the couch and watched Pan. She blinked at her name and glanced at him. Then she just sort of slumped against Giru’s chest and fell asleep.

“I think your face put her to sleep,” said Giru, grinning a little.

“Remind me to laugh later. Tell me what happened.” Said Trunks, not finding it the least bit funny.

“She saved me. She brought me here. Then she kind of blanked. That’s about it. Do you have any blankets?”

“Yeah sure.” Trunks said. He got up and went into his bathroom, which also had a walk-in closet. He pulled a blanket off his shelf (the one he used for late nights at the office) and walked back into his office. Giru was till sitting there. Trunks handed him the blanket, and Giru took it and wrapped Pan in it. Trunks watched suspiciously as Giru laid her down on the couch.

“What do I call you?” asked Trunks, not bothering to hide his dislike.

“By my name preferably” said Giru, grinning a parody of the trademark Son smile.

“What is your name before I beat the hell out of you?” asked Trunks.

“It’s Giru,” said Giru, rolling his eyes.

“Oh. GIRU!!” Trunks yelled, looking at him with shock. “You’re kidding!”

“Nope. I was once the lovable robot with the annoying habit of eating things I shouldn’t.” said Giru, grinning, “And could you please be quiet? She is sleeping.”

“Oh yeah, I know. So what all happened? Start at the beginning.” Said Trunks.

Giru grimaced and said, “ It’s a really long story.”

“Pan will be sleeping for a while and the paperwork could wait a week if necessary. Tell me.”

They both sit down, Trunks in a chair he pulled up and Giru on the end of the couch. Pan turned in her sleep, causing the guys to watch as her arm flung over the side of the couch. Then Trunks settled in to listen to Giru’s story.

“Well, after we found the black dragonballs and wished Goku normal, I left and found the orange star dragonball. I had the idea that I could be human if I wanted to. It took me maybe three days because I had combined the dragonball radar’s circuitry with mine. Anyway, I asked the dragon to turn me human. He said there was only one way in his power to do that, and I would have to choose a human to blend with as a DNA model. I would be a combination of dreams, real flesh, and metal. I chose Pan.. So I got the dark hair and the tail,” he waves the tail at Trunks then wraps it around Pan’s wrist, “from her DNA, the blue eyes from her dreams, and the out fit and some of my thinking abilities from the robot. The dragon warned me that I would have a weird bond with the person I chose, and that I might get a weird ESP or whatever. He also told me that I would have the same fighting abilities as Pan. I thought that was probably the best part, and I did a lot of showing off. Well, some people caught me and figured that I was some kind of mutant or whatever. They dragged me off to their building and started doing tests. They cut me open and fought with me and tried to get me really angry. But I never actually killed them. So they kept on doing it. Once they knocked me unconscious. And they cut me open to get a huge blood sample. I guess it may have affected Pan.” Giru grimaced again and ran a finger along the scratch on Pan’s arm.

“I decided I needed to leave, but they chained me down and I couldn’t. So I sent out a sort of help. I didn’t know if anyone would hear me, but I guess Pan did, because she answered. Then she saved me. In fact she saved me twice, helped me get out of there and she knocked the woman who tried to stop us unconscious. I owe her big time.”

“Yeah, you do.” Said Trunks softly, watching Giru and Pan.

“I know.”

“So what are you going to do now?”

“Take care of her until she tells me not to”

“You’re going to need a place to stay.”

“I am going to stay with Pan.”

“Can’t. Gohan will kill you.” Giru paled at the thought. Trunks grinned.

“Then where?”

“Capsule Corp is big enough. You can stay there… although mom may want to run some tests…”

“NO MORE TESTS!!” Giru yelled, loud enough to wake the dead. He didn’t wake Pan.

“Ok, fella. She won’t do any tests. She couldn’t unless you told her she could anyway.”

“Well, that’s a relief,” Commented Giru. He looked at Pan, “Is she ever going to wake up?”

“Probably. She might have expended too much energy, or it might be seeing you strained her. Would you like some java?”

“Java?” His mind was trying to comprehend a computer term that didn’t make any sense in the situation.

“ Coffee? Cappuccino?”

“Oh. Yeah, sure.” Giru said absentmindedly. He stared at Pan, trying to think humanly.

“Ok.” Trunks got up and walked into another door and made a quick cappuccino from the machine. He didn’t particularly like Giru as a human… or a saiyan. Especially with a tail. And he didn’t like the familiarity that the robot turned human had with Pan.

Pan woke up to the smell of Doritos, cologne, and cappuccino. She sat up and looked the men who were sitting next to her. Trunks was sleeping in the chair, his head bent to rest on the back of the seat. Giru was staring down at the floor, sipping a cappuccino.

“That sure does smell good.” Pan commented, eyeing it hungrily.

Giru jumped at the sound of her voice. He looked her in the eyes and asked quietly, “Would you like some?”

“Please.”

He got up silently and went to the door where Trunks had gone to get the drink. He made a cappuccino in a glass mug that he thought Pan would like. When he walked in Pan was at Trunks’ computer, typing in a blur.

Giru set the cappuccino down next to the keyboard and watched the calculation’s appear on the screen. It looked like a corporation budget.

“It is a corporation budget.” Pan said absently, the blur of her fingers never stopping.

“Oh, really.” Said Giru, grinning at the slip-up. So she could read his mind too.

“Pan!” yelled Trunks when he woke up. “What are you doing?”

“Finishing this for you.” She said, her eyes never leaving the screen.

“You don’t even know..” he trailed off when he saw what she was doing. She was getting it done a lot faster then he had.

“She knows what she is doing.” Giru said quietly, the end of his tail moving like a slow metronome.

They were both fascinated. She was finished before they knew it. She rotated the chair around and grabbed at Trunks arm, pulling herself up with it.

“Done. Can you take me home?” Pan asked innocently.
“Sure. Giru is going to stay at my place.” Said Trunks, walking out of the office, dazed. Pan and Giru followed him out and down to his car.

“Why can’t he stay at my house?” she asked.

“Do you know your father?” asked Trunks as he opened the door for her and then walked around to the driver’s seat.

“Yeah… oh. I see. Never mind then..” Pan said, paling a little. Trunks started the car, and Giru leaned over to the two of them.

“So what are you going to tell your parents?” asked Giru.

“The truth of course.” Said Trunks, sounding a little offended.

“Ok.” Said Giru amiably.

Then everyone sat back in silence. Giru looked out the window and watched the world go by. He remembered a little bit, but all of it had been tinted red by his robotic eye. Pan was soul searching. She felt like there was another part of her that had been disconnected and she had to reach out for it. As a matter of fact, that just might be the case. Trunks was concentrating on driving.

Trunks dropped Pan off at her house, gritting his teeth, then drove Giru and him home.

“What do you think you are doing?” asked Trunks after watching Giru make a sickeningly sweet look at Pan.

“I am not doing anything.”

“Stop trying to seduce Pan.”

“What the hell do you mean, seduce?!”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

“You…” Giru trails off, “You love her don’t you?”

“It’s none of your business. Just leave her alone.”

“So you ARE claiming her.”

“I didn’t say that. I said leave her alone!”

“Fine. I will. But I won’t do anything if she won’t leave me alone.”

“You’re kidding. She’d never come to you.”

“Just you wait and see. Just you wait.” Muttered Giru as he walked out of the car. Trunks followed shaking his head.

“Mom!” He called. Bulma appeared in the doorway of her lab and looked questioningly from Trunks to Giru.

“We have a guest. Do you mind if he stays here for as long as he needs?”

“Well, of course he can stay. But you might want to introduce us first.”

“My name is Giru ma'am. And you’re Bulma.”

“Yes… how’d you know?” Giru grinned.

“I used to be a housekeeping robot.”

“No… Giru? You’re kidding me. Giru! It’s good to see you. Are you hungry? I can’t cook any better than I could in the old days, but I can make a sandwich…” Bulma babbled, throwing an arm around his shoulders and steering him towards the kitchen. Trunks was relieved when Giru ducked under her arm and politely said no, he didn’t need anything. Then Giru turned back to him.

“Could you take me to my room, Trunks?” asked Giru in a calm voice. He gave Trunks an understanding look when he saw the remaining anger in his eyes.

“Yeah, sure.” Said Trunks in a strangled, husky voice. He turned on his heel and stalked off, Giru following.

The room Giru was put up in was a long-term guestroom. It was the one right next to the one Pan claimed as her own, and the ones that contained the rest of the family. Across the hall were Vegeta and Bulma’s room, whose balcony looked out over the gravity room. Giru walked in, then looked around. The room was bright, obviously with a man in mind, because there weren’t any flowers or lace to be seen. Giru turned around to thank Trunks, and saw Trunks’ look. He was disgruntled to have Giru so close to the rest of the family, and he couldn’t hide it. Giru ignored it; personally glad that he wouldn’t spend the time in a lonely guest area, where no one is even living.

Giru turned to Trunks, needing one more favor.

“Do you have any clothes I can borrow?” he asked.

Trunks was taken aback at the request so like the one Pan had made earlier that day.

“Yeah, sure. Come on.” Said Trunks, walking down the hall to his room.

Giru went over to his drawers and started looking through it. Trunks gritted his teeth and began looking through his closet, pulling out whatever. Giru was a little taller than he was, but he was a lot less broad in the chest, so it was hard to decide what he could wear.

“Just take whatever you want, I don’t have many favorites. Just don’t take any of my jackets without telling me.”

“Ok. Can I just take these to my room and rummage around?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Cool. Later!” And Giru walked back to his room, looking through all the shirts, pants, and shoes.

About an hour later it’s dark. We find our purple haired hottie on a joy fly. Trunks has flown over more than half of Japan before he comes to Pan’s house. As usual, he sits on her roof, like he always does when he wants to talk to her. He waits. Pan stays in her room reading. Probably that romance novel, thought Trunks, smirking to himself. He wondered if he should go down and get her. Then he dismissed the thought and began thinking about what he was going to say. Probably should just ask her to the park or something. Maybe we can go to the beach? He mused to himself. He didn’t have all that much to talk about, he just needed to get away from the house. When he had left, Giru had already charmed Videl, Bra, and his mother. It was getting aggravating. Pan wasn’t acting strange because of him, so why was everyone else? Just one less person to be worried about I guess.

“Trunks? I thought I felt you here. What’s wrong?” asked Pan, sounding her usual concerned self. For some reason Trunks was a little bitter about it. Just like little sis looking out for her big bro, he thought sarcastically.

“Nothing’s wrong Pan. Just had to get away from the house. Starting to feel smothered, know what I mean?” said Trunks in what he hoped was a nonchalant voice.

Pan was starting to feel suspicious. He always told her if something was wrong, and he was hiding something. His voice was just wrong, like he was hiding hurt or something.

“Ok Trunks. So what do you want to do now that you’re here?” she asked, eyeing him suspiciously. What would you do if I said I wanted to kiss you? He thought.

“ Want to go down to the beach?” he said, instead of saying what he had been thinking.

“Sure. Let me go make sure the coast is clear and get changed.” Trunks watched as she walked back into her house. He calculated how long it would take them to fly to the beaches in Florida. Maybe another hour or so. And sunrise is another eight after that. And so began the plans to seduce Son Pan.

“Ready!” called Pan when she got up to the roof.

She looked around. Where’d Trunks go?

Then she felt hands grip her waist and throw her in the air. Automatically she turned on her ki so that she could float in the air, and she looked down at her attacker. Trunks floated up to her level and grinned.

“Should have known that wouldn’t get much of a reaction out of you.” Said Trunks, grinning. He hid his reaction to what she was wearing. A black bathing suit with a red shaded graphic on it, a knit wrapped around her waist, and a tote bag at this hour would have looked utterly ridiculous to anyone but a saiyan. She was carrying a knit tote and wearing sandals and a wide sun hat with sunglasses too.

Pan wrinkled her nose at him to show she didn’t appreciate his humor, and looked him up and down. It was for an entirely innocent purpose, and it made Trunks think of things that would make a certain parent throttle him.

“Are you going to wear THAT?” asked Pan, making an all-encompassing gesture at his pants and shirt. It was just a pair of long pants and his normal tank top.

“I guess not. I don’t really want to go back to the house. Do you have anything I can borrow?” (Is everyone borrowing clothes or it just me?)

“I have a pair of boxers that might fit you, but you will have to deal with bare feet and your tank top.”

“Ok.” Pan disappeared for about three seconds and brought out a pair of boxers with jalepenos all over them.

“These are all I could find.” Said Pan, obviously trying to contain her laughter.

Trunks rolled his eyes and grabbed them from her.

Pan turned her back and counted to two hundred to give him time to get them on. When she turned back, he was wearing the boxers and his black tank top. She couldn’t tell in the dark, but he looked rather chagrined. Pan grinned at him and started to rise in the air.

“Now that you mention it…” Trunks floated up into the air in front of her, smiling. Pan punched him on the shoulder and flew off in the direction of the USA.

Trunks flew over Pan, and she turned under him. He kept to a slower pace so that she wouldn’t be left behind. They were chest to chest.

“So where are we going?” asked Pan, arms above her head, looking like she was getting ready to sleep on solid ground instead of thin air.

“The beaches in Florida. Unless you have somewhere else in mind?”

“Nope. That sounds nice. I love the jetty’s.”

“I think I just like swimming.”

“Cool.” Pan flew around Trunks until she was on top of his back, and she grabbed the back of his shirt and hung on, letting her ki lower until she was lying on top of him instead of flying. “Wake me when we get there.” And she fell asleep.

Trunks grinned, liking the way she was curled slightly, her body warming his back. He flew the rest of the way to Florida in silence, not wanting to disturb Pan.

Pan stirred softly. She could feel Trunks starting to slow down, getting ready to either stop and wake her, or to drop for a landing and let her fall. Pan decided not to check which he would do and spoke.

“Are we almost there?”

“Yeah. Are you going to hold on or fly yourself?”

“Um.. I think I’ll hold on.” Said Pan, suddenly feeling sick from looking down at the ground.

Trunks just nodded and landed softly. He held still for a few minutes, waiting for Pan to put her feet down, but she just clung to him, her nose buried in his shirt. He looked over his shoulder at her, but all he could see was the back of her head.

“Pan? Are you okay?”

“Could you kneel down?” a muffled voice asked him.

“Um.. sure.” He knelt down and braced his hands on the white sand.

He felt Pan let go of his shoulder and slide down his back, landing on the soft sand. Trunks turned around and watched her. She was breathing hard and her eyes were shut tight.

“Pan? What’s wrong?”

Trunks put his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap, making soft soothing sounds in her ear. She calmed down enough to tell him the matter, and he laughed at the explanation.

“I was feeling Giru’s fear of heights. It seems he knew we were in the air and he started feeling really afraid, and then I started feeling it. Would you stop laughing?” Trunks was holding his stomach to try to contain the painful laughter, but it wasn’t working. Pan got up, brushing her shorts off. She started walking, listening to see if Trunks would stop laughing. He did and started chasing her, when he noticed that Pan had a self-satisfied smirk on her face. Trunks grinned at her and walked alongside her. They stopped at a couple of the open side shops, and Trunks bought Pan so many Coke’s that she owed him until the end of the next century, the scrooge.

“Oh! I just love these! What do you think?” asked Pan, exclaiming over a woven bracelet. She put one on and held her wrist out to Trunks. Trunks looked at it.

“It’s very…” Trunks choked when he looked up at her face. She was REALLY pretty...

“Trunks? What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Nothing. It’s very pretty. Do you want one?”

“No… RACE YA TO THE WATER!” Pan took off towards the ocean. Trunks yelled after her and followed. He caught up to her, his feet sending sand flying behind him. Trunks wrapped his arms around her waist and sent them both twirling. They were both laughing really hard, when Trunks’ knees gave out and they fell to the ground. It wasn’t until they heard a bum call out “Get a room!” that they realized what a compromising position they were in. Trunks’ legs were entwined with Pan’s, and her arms were flung around his neck, his on her waist.

They both blushed, and Pan started to draw away. But Trunks wouldn’t allow it. He gripped her tighter and pulled her against his chest. She looked up at him in surprise, her eyes wide and dark. Gradually, seeming to take an inch a minute, he lowered his head. His lips touched hers, just testing the waters. It stopped being a test when she reacted, kissing him back. He kissed her harder, and he rolled over until she was on top of him. Then he felt the wetness on his back, and realized that he had just rolled into the ocean. Pan grinned down at him.

“A little wet behind the ears, aren’t you?” she asked, smiling at her word play. She pushed her hands against his chest, intending to get up, but he grabbed her wrists and grinned at her.

“You’re going to be a lot wetter!” He said, and rolled until she was in the water too, lying on her side. He enjoyed listening to her sputtering when she brought her face above the water, bending her neck awkwardly. Ah, sweet revenge.

“That was below the belt!” she exclaimed when she got over her shock.

He just grinned at her and stood up. On his feet, Trunks offered her his hand, willing to help her up. But she had no intention of letting him get away with only his backside wet. When her palm slapped his, she gripped his hand hard and threw him over her head. He fell in the water with a ::SPLAT!!::

His head popped above the water, looking around for Pan. But she wasn’t in sight. Then he remembered her little trick of going above his head. He looked up, and there was her grinning face. She flew higher, letting him sputter in the water.

“Can we go home now, Trunks?” asked Pan, sipping a pina colada Trunks had bought her (another two years worth of humiliation coming on… Trunks’ payback!)

“Why don’t we stay a little longer? Some of these stores are 24 hour. I’ll even pay for everything.” Pan glanced at him suspiciously. He was always a penny pincher… saving up for some little thing. He normally would never let her go on a free shopping spree.

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch. Just keeping you here a little while longer.” Pan looked puzzled at him, than decided that he was nuts. But she was still going to take him up on his offer. Pan ran over to the nearest stand and looked through a pile of bracelets. After spending about an hour in one store, she bought an anklet she liked. She was looking at earrings when Trunks realized something.

“Pan, none of those earrings have a match.”

“That’s because they’re for guys.”

“You’re kidding. Why would anyone want wear one earring?”

She glanced over her shoulder at him, and he figured it out.

“You want me to wear an earring? NO WAY!!”

“Come on Trunks. It’s not all that much.” She said coxingly, giving him the puppy face.

“I don’t care how much it costs. No way am I getting a hole in my body that’s not meant to be there. I already had enough of those from fights.” His arms were crossed, and he looked the very spirit of determination. But Pan knew how to goad him.

“So you think it’s going to hurt? I got it done twice. Does that mean you’re a sissy?”

“I’m not scared of anything!”

“Good, then you won’t mind getting your ear pierced for little ole me.”

“Now wait a minute…”

Trunks didn’t finish his sentence as Pan pulled an earring off the rack and dragged him over to the vender.

“This guy needs to get his ear pierced.” She said, pulling him up beside her.

The shopkeeper grinned at her and pulled out a gun. “Which ear?”

“The right one. This earring.” Pan held up the earring to the shopkeeper. Trunks just stood there, and Pan had a feeling he was going into shock. “Hurry, before he tries to stop you.”

The big guy laughed, his potbelly shaking. “Your boyfriend won’t stop me, little miss.” He patted his biceps, “These little babies will stop any guy cold.” Pan just smiled and held Trunks left shoulder, waiting for the guy to get started. Trunks was starting to lose the dazed look when the cold metal of the gun touched his ear. He came directly out of the daze when he felt the pressure as the gun shot the earring through his ear.

Pan came around to face Trunks and grinned at him.

“That didn’t hurt at all, did it?”

“What? What did you do to me now?”

“I got your ear pierced.”

“YOU DID WHAT? I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!!!”

Pan just smiled at him and said, “You look good with an earring. Besides, a little diamond stud isn’t going to change your look much.”

Trunks just bit his lip and blushed at her compliment. Finally he was able to stammer out a reply. “Could I see a mirror please?”

Pan looked really pleased with herself when she handed Trunks a mirror. He looked himself over, turning his head so he could get a good look at the earring.

“You’re right. I don’t look half bad.” Said Trunks, admiring himself in the mirror. Pan grinned at him and reached into Trunks back pocket.

“Ack! What are you doing?”

Pan just grinned at Trunks and waved his wallet at him.

“Gotta pay the cashier.” She answered, winking at him and then walking off. Trunks blushed again, watching her go.

They were walking along the beach again, when Trunks commented the sky was getting lighter.

“Yeah, it is.” Said Pan, “Do you think we can go somewhere else? I thought the beach-goers were supposed to sleep in…”

“Yeah, sure. I know the perfect place.” She fell right into his trap! “You want to fly on your own or sleep on my back again.”

Pan yawned and grinned at him. “I’ll sleep.”

He set a huge beach towel on top of it, then went back to where Pan was sleeping. She had curled up, and her hair was spread out along the sand. In the twilight, she looked like an angel. Trunks bent and picked her up again then took her over to the hammock. He set her in it gently, then lay on his side next to her. Her head rested on his shoulder, and his arm was under her neck. She instinctively curled into his warmth, and he stroked her hair rhythmically. Eventually he fell asleep too, and they both missed the sunrise.

When Trunks did wake up, it was day light, and somehow while they were sleeping, Pan had managed to get on the other side of him and entwine her leg with his. Suddenly, Trunks had the urge to kiss her. When she butted her head against his shoulder, he did.

Pan woke to the feel of someone searching her lips with his. Pan liked this dream. She put her hands on his shoulders and pulled herself closer, kissing Trunks deeper. She felt his arms go around her back and hold her on top of him. Pan broke the kiss to get some air. Then her eyes opened. And she realized something; She wasn’t dreaming.

“Trunks?!” Pan pushed against his chest, trying to get away. She only succeeded in lifting her upper body off his, because of the loose circle of iron (A.k.a., Trunks’ arms) around her waist.

“What’s wrong?” asked Trunks, looking up at her face. He kind of liked the feel of her hair trailing across his neck…

“Let go of me! Trunks let go!” said Pan, sounding really frightened. Trunks was caught off guard when she started to struggle, and before he knew it she had toppled the hammock.

Trunks rolled, trying to catch her weight with his, but he wasn’t prepared to deal with her reflexes. She tried to roll too, and the weight of her body sent them rolling a different direction. It ended it with Pan cracking her head against one of the palm trees nearby. She became unconscious, and Trunks began to panic.

He’d killed her! She was bleeding! Where was a first aid kit when you needed one?

Giru shot upright, heavey blankets flying every which way from the force. He was covered in sweat, and breathing hard. He couldn't even remember the nightmare. There was a piercing pain in his temple. Something had happened to Pan.

"Damn it, if she's not already hurt, I'm going to beat her to a pulp," Giru said when he found her room empty. He couldn't find out where she was, and at the moment he was too distraught to make a mental link. In frustration he just sat on the lawn, dew soaking his sweatpants.

"Ooh.. My head. What the hell were you trying to do, give me brain damage? Next time warn me so I can wear a helmet..."

"PAN! You're alive!" Trunks was so happy he started hugging her a little too hard.

Pan was able to choke out, "Trunks... uh.. are you tryin to.. finish the job?"

At his puzzled look she yelled, "I CAN'T BREATHE!"

"Oh," he let go, "sorry."

Pan started muttering while she dusted the sand off her clothes. Trunks got up and touched at the gash above her eyebrow. She winced and patted his hand away. The earling morning sunlight accented the blood running down her temple nicley.

"Does it hurt?"

"Can you take me home. Um... you can carry me.. I don't think I trust the other one.." she pointed slightly to Trunks left, right before she passed out again. Trunks caught her awkwardly as she fell. "Dang, your getting heavier..."

"I heard that." she muttered before her head slumped against his shoulder.

Trunks wrapped Pan up in the beach towel and flew as fast as he could to a hospital in Japan.

As soon as he walked in with Pan in his arms, nurses and doctors started moving. A gurney went by and he set Pan on it, but before he could follow it a nurse grabbed him by the arm to fill out paper work. Doctors were walking by, asking him questions in a mix of voices, some at the same time, all trying to get him to sign something..They already had his file out, and had speed-dialed all the emergency contacts, but he needed to sign insurance....

"Where's my daughter?" a loud voice yelled.

Trunks jerked from his sleep... he kinda recignized that voice.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!"The voice suddenly got louder.

"Gohan!" Trunks was instantly awake standing at attention in front of the chair he had just been sleeping fitfully in.

"What did you do to her? Seduce my baby and then beat her up? I just got out of the hospital room! She has twenty-six stiches from that cut you gave her!"

"Gohan.. wait... listen..."

Gohan's voice got calm all of a sudden. "Pan's not to have anything to do with you from now on, do you understand?"

Trunks stopped stuttering as he understood what Gohan said.

"Why? I didn't do anything to her! She cracked her head against a tree..."

"NEVER again. Do you understand?"

Trunks stiffened resentfully and nodded. "Yes sir."

"Good." And the older man stalked off.

Trunks' body went limp all of a sudden and he fell back into his chair. He didn't notice Giru standing in the doorway, because his face was in his hands.

"You did quite a number on her." Giru said softly.

"I didn't do anything to her damn you. Just leave me alone!"

"I heard. But I don't really believe you."

"I don't care! Just leave me alone!"

"I THOUGHT YOU CARED ABOUT HER YOU BASTARD!" Giru's voice echoed through the building, but the residents were so used to strange noises in Tokyo, no one even noticed... much.

But Trunks answer shook the foundation, AND woke Pan up...

"I LOVE HER DAMNIT!"

Gohan was sitting by Pan's bed when Trunks voice rang through the sterile halls. He was about to get up and check what was happening, when Pan groaned and sat up a little.

"Trunks is yelling at me again..." she murmured

"PAN!" Gohan went and hugged his daughter hard enough to crush human ribs. (Good thing she's not human...)

"Dad?" she wheezed, "Any harder and I'm not going to have much left of my lungs..."

"Oh, I'm sorry Panny! How are you feeling? How's the cut? How many fingers do you see?" Pan's sight was suddenly filled with three very big lines of peach colored skin.

"WHOA! DAD! I'm fine! You have three very big fingers!" Pan pushed her father's hand out of her face and looked around him. "Where's Trunks? Getting some coffee, right?" She watched Gohan's face expectently.

Gohan frowned at her. "Trunks is in the waiting room... WAIT! PAN!" But Pan was already out the door, wearing nothing but a pair of hospital pajamas. "Trunks!" His blue eyes turned just in time to see Pan running at him full tilt, his brain registering enough to put his arms up and try to sheild his face from the attack. Pan skidded into him and knocked them both over, but it didn't bother her. She just put her arms around his neck and kissed his entire face.

"Did I hear you say you loved me?" Pan asked in between kisses.

"Uh...." Trunks looked confused for a minute, then a light bulb went off above his head. "Yeah, Pan-chan. Of course. You could think otherwise?" Trunks smirked up at her and tilted his head.

Pan thought that was the sexiest look any guy had ever given her.

Giru could feel all the emotions running through her head, lust, incredible happiness, suprise, contentment... and best of all, love. Giru smiled down at the couple on the ground and watched Pan's face even as he heard the thought behind the words that came out of her mouth.

"Will you marry me?"

"PAN!" Gohan burst through the waiting room doors, looking scandalized.

Trunks smiled and cast a look of rebellion at Gohan, then looked back into Pan's melting chocolate eyes. "You took the words straight out of my mouth," and then he kissed her, long and hard, on the cold tile of a hospital floor.

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