Disclaimer: So obviously I do not own anything DBZ releated, some very rich guy does. XD

(AN)- Sorry that I have not mentioned before, but Pan is Goku and Chi-Chi's daughter. I got the idea from a wonderful writer, and thought that I could apply that one factor to this story.

Unexpected Occurrences

Chapter 1: Happy Birthday

Ages-

Pan: 18

Trunks: 20

Goten: 19

Bra: 17

Pan's POV

"Pan-Chan, wake up." He said. I was awoken by a pair of warm blue eyes staring back at me. "Good morning Trunks-kun." I reply groggily. I rose from the mat at which I slept and asked, "Hey Trunks, what time is it?"

"3:30 in the morning" He answered. He quickly but quietly got up to a desk drawer and opens it. "I wanted to give you this before anyone else." He says handing me the box. We sit on his bed and I open it.

"It's beautiful." I said. And it truly was. The thin necklace draped across my hand like a silk string. "I'm glad you like it." He whispered huskily. Every time I get close to him like this, I feel on edge. Not because I'm scared, but in anticipation for something. And I'm really starting to like it.

3rd person

They stayed in his bed until dawn, talking of this, that, and the other. She had been staying over at Capsule Corp. more often and it had become like a second home to her, and her younger brother Goten. It was a time of peace for the Earth, and its inhabitants, nothing like the chaos brought upon the world a few years ago. Goku, her father was alive, her older brother Gohan had finally settled down with Videl, and is expecting a baby girl soon. Bulma and Vegeta were back to their fighting selves, Bra couldn't tell any difference, but the older children knew.

Walking downstairs, the two teens could hear the verbal quarrel brewing. "WOMAN! WHERE THE HELL IS MY FOOD? HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THAT I-" Vegeta was cut off with a, "I don't care! You're going to sit down and wait for breakfast like everyone else!" She was beyond angry, and it wasn't nine-am yet. "Good morning mother." Trunks said. "Good morning son." She replied.

"Could one of you kindly go wake up Bra?" Bulma asked. The two hesitated only for a moment before Trunks turns around and walks up the stairs. Waking the 16-year-old up was always a challenge, but when food was involved, it was a little easier. "Bra! Open up the door, foods ready!"

"Happy Birthday, Pan." Bulma greeted. "Thank you." She said, while reaching for a small plate of food. She ate quietly, while Vegeta scarfed most of the food down. She stared, thinking, 'so much for early morning table manners.' "Brat. What do you think you staring at?" he asked. She could only roll her eyes and continue eating.

Bulma and Trunks soon came to the table to eat. All while Bra continued to sleep. "No answer at the door, gave up after a while." Trunks said between bites. Pan excused herself from the table and said she was going to wake up Bra.

"Bra! Wake up, it's Pan-Chan." No reply. She began to knock on the door harder. And then finally the door opened, to a zombified Saiyan girl. "Breakfast is ready." Pan said, and walked downstairs.

As with any and every occasion, there is a party planned. Bulma made every plea to the now eighteen year old Pan to have one. A few hours after breakfast, Bra decided to go to the mall, and drag along the birthday girl.

"Come on Pan, it'll be fun." She pleaded. "I don't want to go. I don't need to go." She said back. Not one person could beg her to go to the mall like her best friend. She began to drag her to the drive and un-encapsulate her car. "You're going, and that's final." And for a moment, Pan let it go, thinking that is the same thing her mother, Chi-Chi would say. Then she seemed to snap out of it. "Bra! I'm not going to the mall! I'm going to spar with Goten and Trunks."

*20 minutes later*

'She actually managed to do it. I can believe it.' She thought. At the moment, the two girls where in a very expensive clothing store, to pick a dress for the party. Nothing good was going to come out of this shopping trip.

"What about this one?" There was a pause. "Oh Kami, yes! Go try it on right now!" she said shoving her into the dressing room. The dress was a snug black dress, hugging her every curve, and then flowing out to her knees, as well as showing just a bit of her cleavage. Pan waited to come out of the dressing room, and admired how much she had grown. With her long black hair cascading down her back. She turned the knob to the door and walked out, to a dead silence. "Who died?" she asked. The silence was continually deafening. "Bra, Brraaa." She said waving her hand in her face. Quickly she snapped out of the daze. "it's a wonder he hasn't admitted it yet."

Confused by this revelation, Pan just shook her head and dropped it.

(AN)- How was it? Good, Bad, or Ugly. Please review, no flames, but constructive criticism is very much appreciated.