Disclaimer: I do not own dbz/gt, I wish I did, but I don't, I sometimes steal Trunks and Goten though ^.^ Chapter one-The future boy Pan lay on her bed. She was having a three hour phone call with Bra. "Jeez we must be bored," Pan said, glancing at the clock. "it's already one." "Really? Already? I think I should go to bed before Trunks walks in telling me I've bee." Bra paused. "BRA I CAN'T SLEEP BECAUSE YOU'RE TALKING TOO LOUD!!!!" Trunks screamed. Pan couldn't help but laugh as her ear rest on the phone. "I'M TALKING TO PAN! IF YOU WANT TO GO TO SLEEP I SUGGEST TO GO TO THE COUCH OR MOM AND DAD'S ROOM!" Bra shouted. "I'm too sexy for the couch." Trunks said. Pan cracked up. This was all too funny because it was one-o-clock and she was on caffeine so anything she heard was hilarious. "TRUNKS GET AWAY FROM THE PHONE!!!" Bra screamed. Pan was shocked as she heard Trunk voice directly in the phone. "Hiya Pan!" He said. She broke out laughing as she heard Bra screaming at him to give her back the phone. "Hi Trunks!" Pan said, while laughing due to Bra in the background. "How's it going!" Trunks said, enthusiastically, just to piss off Bra. "TRUNKS GET OFF MY PHONE BEFORE I GET DAD!" Bra shouted. "Pretty good actually!" Pan said, still laughing. "That's good!" Trunks said. "Trunks! Get off Bra's phone!" A familiar saiyan voice shouted. Pan heard a lot of shouting then a loud noise. She heard Trunks shout "Later" then the phone was hung up. Pan laughed herself to tears then she fell asleep after twenty minutes of cry laughs as she thought over what just happened over and over again Pan walked through a field of flowers, it was hard to see because sun shone so bright. She saw a strange figure ahead. She was towards it. The closer she got, the more she could see of the masculine figure. He was facing in the opposite direction from her, so he didn't see her. She crept closer until she reached him. She tapped him on the shoulder. He turned, his face in the shadows. He had long lavender hair. Trunks.. No not Trunks. His eyes were ethereal, full of emptiness, not the crystal shining eyes that Trunks had. She tried to speak but he just hushed her. He pointed in front of him. She looked. Demons, thousands, all stepping closer. "Who are you and where are you from." Pan whispered. "I am Trunks. from the future." He whispered back.