Author´s Note and Disclaimer: I wrote this story years ago; in German language; and I also posted it in the Internet (site: Dragonball Fanfictions DBZ Another dimension, pen name Rattale.) So this story is not entirely new, I translated my German work into English and while doing so I "looked through" some details. It is not "hot out of the press" now, so it might be a little bit different to the German version. I tried to take the challenge to change the language – just for fun.

As ever: Most of the Characters I used do not belong to me. They were invented and by Akira Toryama, and belong to the Dragon Ball Universe. The only Characters that are mine, are those that I added. I do not want to make money with that story, it is just the joy of writing.

PS: If you do not like the pairings I chose, please feel free to stop reading (smile) If you are interested in the story, keep on… (double smile)

Prologue

This story is set ten years after the events shown in Dragon Ball GT. (PLEASE NOTE: I did NOT respect the end of the last episode – Until we meet again. For this story the end would be, as all start to go home after Shenron took Goku with him.) We´ve got the year 799 and the life of the remaining Saiyans had changed a lot. It´s been a long period of peace now, maybe that´s because the Dragon Balls are gone – maybe not, we´ll never know for sure; but it seems as if Shenron kept his promise, which was that the earth will see a peaceful time. The memory of Son Goku still lives in his relatives, and there had been no new enemies for the Saiyans. The only once who do fight sometimes are Vegeta and Pan, who both are participating at every Fight tournament, just for fun.

The "old", well known couples are of course still part of the game.

Bulma, who finally retired as boss of the Capsule Corporation and Vegeta still live together. Bulmas hair is grey now, and also Vegeta, the Prince of the Sayans, has some grey parts in his hair, but he keeps on dying it pitch black. Bulma and Vegeta are grandparents since three years, and therefore they use to keep an eye on their twin grandchilds.

Those two children were born to Bulla, who is 23 (Authors interruption, sorry for that, I assume Bulla is about three years older than Pan) and her husband Shane, who´s a black haired man and pilot for an airline. Bulla is working at the Capsule Corporation, she´s become vice President and specialized for the publicity-department and public-relations work.

The Twins are three years old now; the boy has been named "little" Vegeta for the honor of his grandfather, and he´s the one in the family that really looks a lot like the Prince of the Saiyans, also his temper is that way. His sister Kaya looks a lot like Bulla, and does not seem to be very interested in fighting.

Trunks, aged 34, is the chief president of the Capsule Coorporation since six years now, he took over the job when his mother retired. In addition to that he concentrates on the branch of research, invention and development. He and his sister Bulla had been able to rise Capsule Corp. to one of the three top firms of the world. He´s married since one year.

Son Goten, 33, also works as a pilot, but for the Capsule Corp. itself. For seven years now he had been flying planes to and fro, all around the globe. He´s married to Valese since nine years and they have eight-and-half years old daughter called Merve, and a small, one year old son called "little" Goku. They all live in a big rich-mans-house in Valeses home town by the sea, therefore Goten is only in the Western capital when he has a job to do.

Pan, 20, had finally taken over the job of her grandfather Mr. Satan, as he wished her to do when he retired one year ago. She is the mayor of the city and all people like her, before she took the job there was a great election and she got almost 100% of the votes on her side. Sometimes she thinks that the job is exhausting, but she had started to like being mayor. Besides that, she still loves fighting and goes to the training whenever she´s got time, and she participates at every big Tenkaichi Budokai fight tournament. She´s married since one year.

Son Gohan and Videl are both working as scientists for the university and got a second child, a nine year old boy called Urian. He´s the first boy born to the family after Gokus departure, but for Videls whish he bears the name of her own Grandfather. Urian does definitely not like fighting, his love lies in maths and physics. Therefore Gohan and Videl decided that he should visit a superior-school in the hometown of Goten and Valese.

Chichi lives at Gohans and Videls house, she´s concentrating her strength in cooking or keeping the house clean, now and then she visits Goten and Valese, and keeps an eye on her younger grandchildren, Urian, Merve and little Goku.

Chapter One: Pans Day

Pan was, with her only twenty years of age, known as the youngest mayor ever. Nevertheless the people liked her and every morning she had to check and answer a few fan mails. Now it was late. She´d been in the bureau for the whole day. It was not a cruel place; she liked it, since she had refurbished it a little bit, but it was some kind of exhausting to be at the same place all day long. She was a good mayor and the western capital – renamed to Satan City years ago – was an excellent place to live in.

But right now, as dusk started, she was longing for a round of sports; jogging maybe, or some soft training at the gym. So she concentrated on her work once more, there still were some reports of the City Consultants to read though. But, as most times, everything was fine, so she could leave the bureau about two hours earlier on that Friday night. She sighed. The biggest problem in her period had been the breakdown of three trash-collecting-robots about half a year ago, but this problem was quickly solved, she only organized some money and bought a whole new fleet of trash-robots at the Capsule Corporation.

She stretched herself. It´s been a nice, hot summer day and it was still warm enough to go to the pool in the gym, maybe this would really be the perfect ending for the day. Therefore she called her secretary via comlink and said: »Miss Perkins, I´ll close the bureau for today. Send all the folks home, they can finish their work on Monday. I won´t need a driver, I want to run to the gym by foot.«

»Yes, Mrs Pan.« the secretary answered.

When Pan left her privat office about fifteen minutes later, most of her workers were still there, no one left without getting the current page or letter ready. They liked working for Pan, so they all gave their best. She bid them good night and a nice weekend, and left. Although she looked good in her light-grey business clothes, she changed her outfit in the dressing room. Now she was wearing a good, sport gown, and running shoes. She fixed her shoulder-long hair with a hairclip and took her gym-bag out of the car she usually used.

Then she started off to the gym at a medium speed run, saying: »Good bye, nice evening.« to the porter, then she was at the street. The porter, a man with a big mustache, looked after her, smiling, until she was no more to see.

Pan kept on running down the street. Her favorite gym was about two miles away, but that was no problem. Since she was on foot, she would simply cross the park and spare some blocks by doing so. And because she´ll be running the whole way, she won´t need additional warm-up, and could start with one hour of fight-training at once. After that she planned to go swimming. Slowly her body became used to the speed, and she could breathe more easily. After a long day in the chair she always felt like a stick for the first one, two hundred steps.

Suddenly, a black car was catching up from behind, and slowed down besides her. The person at the back seat let down the window for an inch or so, and in the first moment Pan thought that the man was up to offer her a taxi.

»Thanks, I keep on running. I am almost there, I take the shortcut through the park.« she said, ere the person in the car could say a word.

»Ms Pan?« a voice asked from the car.

»Mrs Pan, if you please.« she replied. »If you want to speak to me in my function as mayor, please call my office and make a term. I will listen to you in my bureau, this is a promise. But now… please… farewell… oh.« It was this moment, when she noticed, that something was clearly wrong. All other people round her, all the cars, even the wind and a bird in the sky had stopped moving, as if they were frozen. »What…« she stuttered.

But there was no answer. The hind door of the car blasted open, and a strong hand pulled her inside the car. She was so surprised about this supernatural strength, that she was almost helpless for a moment, and that was one moment too long. The bag bearing her gym clothes slipped off her shoulder and dashed on the edge of the sidewalk, then the door of the car crashed back into the lock. The car accelerated very fast, and in this very moment the life returned to the people and vehicles. They moved on as if nothing had happened. Pans bag remained lonely at the sidewalk.

:-:

The day had been very long. It was dark outside when Trunks leaved the laboratory. Since two months almost every working day kept him busy from early morning into late night. Yawning, he took off the white lab-coat and put it into his locker. With an usual move of his finger he pushed his glasses back in the right position. Although it was very late he still had the papers with him, which showed the construction plan of a new space-ship-prototype. The wires in this spacecraft were special, they were constructed from artificial nerves and followed the orders of the pilot much faster than the usual lines. Now the space-ship had gone into it´s second test phase, and they´d probably start a space flight next month. Trunks was very content with the work of his people and signed the files for the inspection.

He looked down at his watch and sighed. It was almost half past ten pm, and he suddenly tried to hurry to get to the car. He´d been at home late for a lot of times now, and every single time he had promised to call if it would be late again, but, as ever, also this time he had forgotten to do so.

The driver smiled at him through the mirror, when he heard that his boss was yawning again. »Long day again.« he said. »What´s your wife gonna say?«

»I fear the worst.« Trunks replied. »But it might be better if we´d stop somewhere, so that I can buy her a couple of flowers.« he took off the glasses and rubbed his weary eyes. »Do you know a flower shop nearby?«

»Yes, I do.« the driver said.

A few minutes later they arrived at the house. It was all dark and Trunks expected a more-than-worse situation. He took a deep breath ere he used the key, but when he opened the door, it was still quiet. There was no Pan waiting for him, being tempered like a thunderstorm, or jumping out of some hideout to knock him down.

»Pan, you here?« Trunks asked.

He looked in the kitchen, where the housekeeper had prepared two meals. The candles were not lit and both menus were cold. For the next few minutes he kept on searching for his wife, but could not find her anywhere in the house. Maybe she had felt lonely and visited her parents or parents in law. Or she was out because she was mad at him.

He put his meal in the microwave, and sat down to watch TV. But she did not return, and time kept moving on. It was way past midnight and he had eaten the second dish too, when it started to get strange. She did not call, there was no note, and there was no sign on the calendar that she had a long meeting today. She must be angry at him.

So he decided to call her to apologize. He took the phone with him upstairs, sat down at the bed and tried to figure out where Pan could be. Maybe it was all not that worse, and she was only at Bulla´s house, because Bulla had asked for help with the twins.

Little Vegeta and Kaya could be difficult, although they were only Quarter-Sayans, and as soon as Shane, their father, was not at home, they tried their best to be a pack of nerve racking fleas. They did not mean it serious, but they loved fun, and sometimes got too far with that. So he dialed Bullas number at first. It needed a lot of ringtones, until she answered.

»What´s it, Trunks, why are you calling?« her voice was sleepy. »Its way past midnight and the kids are finally sleeping. Can´t you wait until tomorrow to tell me about the space-ship? I got the promo for that thing ready, all right?«

»No, stop it.« Trunks interrupted his sister. »Would you please tell Pan that I am sorry, I really should have called, that it´s going to be late.«

Bulla sighed: »Oh no, you´ve been home late again? You shouldn´t do that, brother. But Pan is not here. If you were fighting, she´s at her parents for sure.«

»We did not fight, nor argue.« Trunks replied. »But I´ll try.« he hung up.

A few minutes later he called his parents-in-law. He and Gohan still were on very good terms; totally different from Shane and Vegeta. Shane had once, when Bulla told him that she was pregnant, dared to call Vegeta grandpa. That has been a big fault and he never did it again. The phone was still ringing.

Gohan sounded as sleepy as one could be: »No pizza for me, thank you, you must have misdialed.« It was clear that he had not listened to one word Trunks had said.

»No, wait, please let me talk to Pan!«

Videl took the call and said with calm voice: »Pan is not here. If it is possible, we´d like to sleep now, Trunks? Sort out your things by your own. You´re both old enough.« She hang up.

Okay, now it started to get strange. When Trunks called his own parents, no one answered, and after one ringing tone the line was blocked. It was very likely that Vegeta hat pulled out the phone wire, because he felt disturbed. But this funny thought did not help against the strange, a little bit intimidating feeling. But what should happen to Pan? She could fight for herself.

But no… Trunks tried to call everyone who might have met his wife. At the gym they told him, that she had not been there this evening. At the mayors office the porter told him, that she had left at the beginning of dawn. She was not in the cinema or in a pub with friends from the gym, she apparently had disappeared.

To much awake to sleep now, Trunks decided to walk around to look out for her himself. Maybe he could find a trace… He flew to the mayors office and asked the porter again. The man showed him a surveillance video that proved, that Pan left the office building that late afternoon. Trunks followed the direction to the gym. But when he was there, the night-shift-agent at the counter proved that Pans Center-ID was not used this evening. She had never reached the gym. What could have happened? Pan was a good fighter. She would overcome anyone who attacked her. Trunks turned back took a little bit different route back to the mayors office and… suddenly he stopped.

There was a drunken man, leaning at a brick wall in a small side street. In his right hand he had a bottle of gin, in the other hand he carried a sports bag, that could be Pans. It had the Capsule Corp. Logo at the side.

»Where have you got that from?« Trunks asked the drunken man.

The man replied: »No it was not wanted anymore. Was on the sidewalk, right down the street. You want it? I sell. Gimme money. In theres only womens clothes, I do not need. Gimme money, I give you bag.«

Trunks handed over a handfull of paper money, he never cared how much it was. The drunken man dropped the bag and went off to the next open alcohol-store.

Trunks looked inside the bag, and it definitely was Pans. He could smell the same perfume she used in the bathroom this morning, and he knew her sports outfit. This was bad. To take a shortcut, he jumped in the air and flew to the house of his parents. Maybe it has been Pan who had broken the phone line, because she already knew that he was searching for her. This was the last chance, if this was true, maybe all would be good.

He reached his parents house and pushed the door bell so long, until his father Vegeta opened the door

Vegeta was infuriated and yelled: »Who is it that has the urgent wish to die! How often have I told you, not to disturb us in the night, you damned postman…« he growled and said then: »Oh, it is you, son. What are you doing round here so late? Escaping your wife?«

»No, definitely not, she´s not at home. Tell me, dad, is she here?«

»No. Why should she?« The worried look at the face of his son calmed Vegeta down, and he opened the door a little wider. »Come in. Lets talk inside.«

Bulma was also awake, and looked curiously at her son. »What is it, Trunks?«

He told them: »I am searching for Pan. She is nowhere… the only thing that I got is her gym-bag, and that was with a drunken man near the gym.«

Everyone in the room was silent now. No one thought that Pan was so childish to play such an appalling joke. Something bad must have happened. They all knew, that they definitely won´t get some sleep anymore in this night.