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Hello names Julie I'm new so be nice you might have a review from me soooooo. This is my fic so its not accurate and I don't think I'm taking this idea from anyone but if you have something like this tell me and ill give you full credit thanks and enjoy. P.S. here are the ages: Pan- 21 Trunks-23 Goten-23 Bra- 20 going on 21 On with the story!!!

Looking on with a destroyed expression as the funeral dirge played on. Why? She questioned as she had done for the past two days. Why did this happen? Why couldn't she save him? There he lay in a beautiful resting chamber. One he would never leave. Its beauty did not portray the truth of its work. Why is something so beautiful placed in darkness forever? She watched as the shiny wood that seemed to radiate was placed deep inside the ground. Thinking how out of place such a lovely piece of craftsmanship was among the roots and worms of the earth.
As the darkness began to cover the grave of a loved one, she felt a wave of sadness course through her. And upon hearing the coffin hit the bottom of the floor a single tear slid down the smooth silk skin on her face. Tainting her perfect record, for she had never cried before.
The tear brought more questions to her. Why? Why did it hurt so much? She remembered all the pain she had gone through physically. The wounds she had acquired on the battlefield and in training, but no matter how hard she tried the pain would not stop. It only got worse. Her fists clenched and for a moment it took her mind off of the ache in her heart.
Yes this was the pain she learned to love. The feeling of her nails digging into her skin and cutting through her flesh. This was what she could handle. She opened her hand to reveal the marks from her short nails the blood had risen to the surface and if she had continued she would have broken the skin. But never the less it would heal.
As soon as the words were thought her brain began to react. And all at once the answer dawned on her. It hurt so badly because no matter what she did the wound torn open inside of her would never heal. Unlike the petty marks on her hands the scars on her heart were to deep and they would leave her bleeding forever. All could see she was dying and they knew that if she didn't find something to slow the blood she would eventually bleed to death. But death seemed all to welcome to her at the moment.
Closing her eyes as she whispered a final good bye she reached down grabbing her parting gift. Lifting up the single blood red rose she looked at it. Those Vegetans will pay for the one they have hurt. I will show no mercy in destroying them all. She lifted the rose to her scrutinizing glare and snorted bitterly as she looked at the slightly blacked petals "a wilting rose what a fitting gift for you" before she threw it into the pit of darkness to be blackened for eternity. Turning on her heel to leave and missing her uncles words "Im so sorry Pan".