Four years ago they had been the most feared beings on the planet.

Then He came along.

Trunks Brief had grown up faster than a child should. Living in a time when any given day could be his last, Trunks had learned very early on he would have to fight.

Once Trunks had become old enough, his best friend Gohan, who was 13 years his senior had begun the long task of training him.

Once when Trunks asked why Gohan continued to fight when everyone he loved was gone, he surprised Trunks by saying, "Their not." Gohan had not elaborated and Trunks had thought it best to leave it at that.

After he began training Trunks' life had regained some order. Wake up, eat breakfast, train with Gohan, eat lunch, fight androids with Gohan, hopefully survive fight with androids, go home to terrified mother, seek necessary medical help from said terrified mother, eat dinner, go to bed. A typical day in the life of a half-Saiyan child. Then his world had collapsed.

Those two monsters had killed Gohan. Trunks, sent over the edge by his anguish had ascended to level 2 and destroyed them on the spot.

Finally peace was returned to the world after so many years. If only for a short wile. Not long after his elimination of the androids, the people of earth began to see him as not their savoir, but as an enemy.

Trunks understood that to the people who had lived through such a terrible disaster he was not a hero. He was just someone else who was terrifyingly strong. Some one who at any moment could turn on them and send them spiraling right back down to that place of despair they had been in not so long ago.

Vigilantes had mobbed the capsule corp. building and taken Bulma. They questioned her for days, but she gave no hint as to where her son could be. Finally one man had enough and pulled out a pistol. He held it to her head and asked once more. She remained silent refusing to let the tears in her eyes spill over. The man pulled the trigger and Bulma slumped in her chair.

Once Trunks found out about this he took the opportunity to vanish into the shadows. No one was waiting for him now. Everyone wanted him gone and he was happy to oblige.

It had been four years since life as he knew it had ended. Trunks Brief had ceased to exist and in his place was the man featured on posters currently covering every city in the world.

BEWARE!!

Trunks Brief

Public Enemy #1

Wanted for suspicion of murder and plotting to over throw the government.

If sighted immediately dial 911

Below the warnings there was a photo of him. Trunks held the crumpled poster and looked at his face in the picture. It was old. He had to be less than 15 years old at the time. And he was smiling. He couldn't remember the last time he smiled. When Trunks looked back at the photo again something in the background caught his eye. It was unfocused and blurry, but he could see a figure standing behind himself. It was a woman, with blue hair.

Trunks eyes burned and his temper flared. He could just barely make out the look on his mothers face. It was the same worried look she had worn for the last 5 years of her life.

The picture blurred out of focus and Trunks closed his eyes and crumpled the piece of paper into a tight wad.

Using all his strength he hurled it far away, as far as he could. All he wanted was to never have to see the picture again. But there were so many posters. Too many.

Letting out a frustrated howl he began shooting ki blasts at all the structure surrounding him. He needn't worry about hitting some one. North City was long since deserted.

Once he had reduced all near by buildings to rubble, he searched for anything useful he could bring to his home. Approaching one building, he heard a slight sound. Something like a moan.

Cautiously now he approached the building. After shoving aside a few chunks of concrete he saw the body of a young girl. She couldn't have been much older than trunks was in the picture.

She was breathing shallowly and her eyes were closed. Trunks approached her slowly checking her ki to see if she was hurt.

He was surprised to feel a much stronger signature than expected. This girl appeared to be almost half as strong as he was. Much stronger than a normal human girl. Trunks was confused by this until he heard a cracking sound coming from above them.

He turned to see a large chunk of concrete rocking on its perch high above them. As he watched it began a quick descent to the ground. It was going to hit her.

With out a thought of who he was now or how it could end, he grabbed her and sped away to his makeshift home.

Trunks had taken up residence in the ruined remains of the Capsule Corp. building, once the city had been deserted. Lately it seemed that anywhere Trunks had ever been seen or was likely to go was deserted.

He placed the girl on a partially singed mattress and mixed up some food for when she woke up.

Trunks sat down on a makeshift bed he had assembled from scraps of cloth and stuffing from assorted furniture.

He stared at the girl again. What was she doing in North City? It had been abandoned more than a year ago. Had she seen him? Had she known who he was?

After a few hours trunks fell into an uneasy sleep.

XXX

Pan had been living on the streets for as long as she could remember. First when the androids were terrorizing the humans then once Trunks was on the loose. It seemed no one had room for an extra mouth to feed. Her mother did as much as she could to give Pan enough to live on until she died last year from a simple virus. They had no access to any drugs so Pan had watched her die sadly.

Her father was not much of a father. Father could not even remember his face. Her mother always told her that her father was a wonderful man who had gone to fight the androids and her mother had always carried a letter he had given her the day he'd left.

Pan carried it with her now and read it often. She knew it by heart and could have named every crease in the page. As she hid behind the building in North City, Pan took the letter out of her pocket and opened it for the thousandth time and read it.

Dear Videl,

First know I love you. Second I love Panny even if I can't be there for her. You know how hard it is for me to stay away from a fight. It's in my blood and hopefully little Panny will have a little too. Kami knows she'll need it. Tell her that I love her with every fiber of my being and everyday we're apart my heart aches for her. I know I will probably die here but I had to try. For both of you. They took everything away from me. My mother, my family my friends, I can't let them take you away too. I love you Videl. Don't ever forget that. I'm sorry I have to go.

Forever yours,

Gohan

All she had left of her family was one scrap of paper and a name. Gohan. The letter had said he was going to fight the androids so she assumed that he would have met up with Trunks sooner or later. For that very reason she was tailing him everywhere he went. Pan had just been working up the courage to approach him when the building she was hiding in exploded.

Pan was thrown backward slamming her head against the wall. She could feel a lump rising beneath her orange bandana. Her vision slowly faded and she groaned as she blacked out.

Pan awoke in a new building unlike anything she had ever seen. It was in ruins of course like the rest of the city. But she could tell it had once been nice. Her head still ached and she reached up to feel a padded bandage wrapped around her forehead. There was also a thick blanket tucked around her.

Curiously Pan sat up and looked around. At first she didn't see anyone but then a small tuft of lavender hair sticking out from under another blanket across the room caught her eye.

She stood up and curiously walked over to where the person was snoring softly. Carefully she pulled back the blanket to expose a sleeping Trunks.

"Wow" Pan breathed. He looked nothing like he did on the posters. Granted he had the same hair and face, but the picture was that of a boy this was a young man. She guessed him to be about five years older than her.

Unsure of what to do, Pan decided to wake up her sleeping beauty. She reached for his shoulder and lightly rubbed it.

"Trunks?" She whispered. He groaned and murmured "not now mom. I'm playing with Gohan." Before rolling over and falling back into a deep sleep.

Pan started. He had said Gohan. Right? She hadn't imagined it. Again she tried to wake him. "Trunks." She said a bit louder and ruffled his hair.

This time his eyes slowly slid open. For half a second he looked serene and peaceful looking up at her. Then as if realizing where he was he jumped up knocking her back and crouched into a defensive position.

"Who are you?" He yelled.

Pan, startled by his reaction, couldn't say anything.

"Who are you!" He yelled again and launched himself at her.

Pan, surprised again, launched herself back attempting to dodge. Her mother had trained her well and Pan was able to hold her own against her much stronger opponent.

As trunks tried to beat the girl, he couldn't help but realize her attacks were familiar. Once she resorted to ki attacks and sent a poorly aimed Masenko at him he stopped dead in his tracks. Had Pan's attack been more accurate it would have knocked him out cold. As it was it merely warmed his face with its passing energy.

"Who are you?" He asked more quietly.

Pan breathed out in one long gush. "My name is Pan. And you're Trunks aren't you?"

Trunks gazed curiously at the raven haired angel before him and nodded.

"You beat the androids." She stated.

He nodded again. "Aren't you afraid of me?" He asked.

Pan studied his face for a minute before she shook her head. "No" She smiled a little. "You saved me from that building. Why would you do that if you were the monster everyone says you are?" Pan pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket and opened the worn creases. She read it over once then handed it to Trunks.

Curiously he took the paper and read the letter. His eyes welled up as he recognized the handwriting of his best friend.

"You're Gohan's daughter?" Trunks whispered holding the paper back out to her.

"You knew my Father." Pan said her eyes sparkling. "What was he like?"

Trunks thought for a minute then smiled. "He was my best friend and a brave man. The last thing he said to me before he died was 'tell them I love them' He loved you so much Pan. More than he had words for.

Pans vision blurred as she threw herself at Trunks. "Thank you." She sobbed. "Thank you so much."

"For what?" Trunks asked.

"For giving a piece of my family back."

-End-