Disclaimer: If you think the owner of dragon ball z is on wasting her time with teenage love stories, I recommend you to Dr. Gordon, he's my psychiatrist. The point being I don't own dragon ball z or Gt.

Miria Pan and Miria Trunks are living in a time of peril and chaos. The androids have killed everyone dear to them; all they have is each other. Trunk's get fed up of the madness, and decides to end it, but that means he would have to end his life as well. What will Pan do when she looses the last person she had left?

Trunks woke up to the sound of clashes and screams. Realizing Pan wasn't beside him, he quickly ran out of his bed and headed to where the noise was coming from, the kitchen. When he got there the kitchen was in total ruins. Flour, eggs, pots and pans were scattered everywhere. Including on his mother and Pan.

"What the hell happened?" Trunks screamed frantically.

The women just laughed. Bulma coughed more than laughed, but she looked happy.

"Mom what are you doing out of bed?" Trunks asked looking very concerned and confused.

"I wanted to make you a birthday cake." She smiled happily. "And I asked Pan to help me make it."

Trunks sighed. He had to deal with those two too much. "Pan you agreed to this?"

"I'm a sucker for vanilla." She said wiping a bit of the batter of her face.

"Can any of you even cook?" He asked sounding exhausted.

"No, but that doesn't mean we can't try." Bulma said.

"Mom, I really don't think you should be over exerting your self, and who said I needed a cake?" Trunks looked firmly in Pans direction.

"Don't look at me!" Pan yelled. "And besides just because we have a war going on doesn't mean we can't celebrate your birthday. We're lucky you have another birthday to celebrate. So sit down and Bulma and I will finish making the cake."

Trunks did as he was ordered, with the both of them there, he could never get his way. Not that he had something against cake. He didn't mind it, but he didn't want his mother going over the top. She was getting old and weary. Ever since Vegeta died she hasn't been the same, despite the efforts of Pan. Who herself has been down lately too. They all lost their family, and Trunks now feared Bulma would be going too.

After about a million more crashes, Bulma and Pan came out with a very sloppy blue and white cake, with happy 28th birthday Trunks written on the top.

Trunks eyed the mass of flour in front of him carefully; he looked from Pan to Bulma, and took up his fork. As he was about to take a bite he heard an explosion coming from the city. Bulma's eyes became weary.

Trunks dropped the fork and looked at Pan who had a rage and disgust written all over her.

"Sorry Bulma." She murmured before taking off into the sky.

Trunks gave an apologetic look before following Pan.

"Be careful!" Bulma yelled out.

"I can't take this anymore." Pan said while they flew towards the city. "I don't want to have to see Bulma look like that ever again."

"I know, but I don't think you'll have to." He said sadly.

"Stop talking like that!" She demanded.

"Pan the truth is mom isn't going to last for very long." He said seriously.

Pan increased her speed towards the city. Trunks caught up with her easily.

"We'll talk later." He said giving up.

Pan gave no response. He new this was killing her loosing her mother, father, uncle, and mostly her grandfather. Trunks thought Pan would have killed herself when she saw Goku die. She watched every blow. No one thought they'd ever take Goku, Pan was so close to him, he raised her. Now she'd have to deal with Bulma's. Now he'd have to deal with Bulma's.

They landed close to where they heard the explosion and searched for the androids' ki.

Apparently number 17 was the only one there. "Come out you son of a bitch!" Pan yelled.

He appeared from behind a large mount of debris."Oh, look." He squealed. "The saiyn kind have come to play."

"Shut up." Trunks ordered. "Where's 18?"

"She had some errands to run." 17 laughed.

Trunks didn't like the sound of that he sent Pan out to look for her while he dealt with 17.

As soon as Pan left 17 sent a ki blast towards him. Trunks dodged and gave 17 a punch in the jaw. They got so intense that they could not be seen. They sent energy waves at each other that blew them apart. Trunks emerged exhausted, only to meet a very active android.

"Why do you look so sour?" 17 asked. "All I did was blow a few buildings up, just having some fun."

Trunks glared at him.

17 continued, "Or are you still upset about your daddy?"

Trunks took a swing at 17 but he dodged it quickly. "You're so uptight, its not my fault daddy blew up."

Trunks turned super.

"Oh we did love daddy didn't we? It makes me a little sad knowing that I had to take your little sister too." 17 sighed.

Trunks went to second level.

17 looked off into the distance then stared at Trunks with a grin, "I wonder if your mother blew up, would you go to the third level."

It wasn't a bluff, for a second Trunks' heart stopped. He left number 17 in a flash and headed quickly towards the Brief home. On the way he passed Pan, who was still scouting for 18. When she saw the speed Trunks was going and the direction, she knew immediately what was going on.

"Oh, no." She whispered. Then quickly followed Trunks.

They ran into the house. Pan gasping from lack of breath. "Where is she...Bulma!" yelled Pan.

"Mother!" Trunks called desperately.

There was a rumble in the sky and rain began to pour.

"Look outside!" Trunks yelled.

Pan ran into the back yard she gasped at the sight. Bulma lay unconscious at the feet of 18. She ran towards Bulma, not bothering to pay any mind to the android. Trunks came out and when he saw Bulma every hint of reason that he still had left his body. He charged after 18 who simply smirked. She dodged Trunks easily, he wasn't thinking straight, he was thinking rage.

"Let's see," she said while dancing around his punches, "Chi chi and Videl, then Gohan and Goten, Bra and Vegeta, the mighty Goku and now the brilliant Bulma."
Pan stared angrily, then she felt movement in her arms, Bulma was alive at least for the moment. "Trunks," she called, "Leave her alone, we need to get Bulma inside."

Trunks didn't have any choice but to stop because 18 had disappeared, before she left she said, "Say good by to your mother, tomorrow say goodbye to her." She stared in Pan's direction.

Pan rushed Bulma's soaked body into the house. Trunks followed, his long hair was wet and slapped to his face.

Pan striped off Bulma's wet clothes and wrapped her in blankets on her bed. She had gashes all over her body and they a had run out of sensu beans years ago. Pan knew that if she wasn't dead already Bulma wold die of lost blood.

Trunks stood in the doorway and watched hopelessly as his mother's breathing started to lower.

A tear escaped Pan's face as she heard Bulma attempt to talk.

"Trunks, Pan, I...I'm going now, I don't want you to stay here." She stopped for breath.

"What are you saying Bulma?" Pan cried.

"In the lab there is the time machine I want you to go back to the past, where everyone you lost will be, explain to them that when you went there Trunks it didn't solve anything we live in a different timeline, what is done there doesn't effect us here." Bulma half smiled, "I've been thinking about it for a while, I didn't think we should leave, I wanted to protect the people, but I know if you stay you'll die too, please go."

Trunks walked into the room and took his mothers hand, "Good bye Mom, I love you."

"I love you too Trunks, I love you Pan, please take care of him. Never leave each other, you're all you have now." Bulma took her last breath.

"Good bye Bulma," Pan whispered.