A/N: Okay, I am going to rewrite this unfinished fic, or at least make some little changes. This is the sequel to my first completed fic *ever*: Pain of Loss.

For those of you new to this story, I already put up 5 chapters, but was dragging the story on and on. Until I got stuck. So in order to continue this story properly, I'm going to have to make some changes to it, and thus : Pain of Loss; Ghosts of Tomorrow VERSION 2 !

And for those of you who have been waiting for ages and ages, I'm SO sorry for the long wait, but after I'm done revising these chapters, the new chapter will follow soon enough.

Special thanks to Debido, if you're still reading this; it was YOUR review which made me realize there was too much wrong with my story as it is. And about that plothole you discovered, I thought about it, but never wrote about it. I'll have to fix it immediately !

And now: the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragoball Z/GT or any characters related. But the new original character, Kira, in this story is mine.

Chapter 1:  So we meet again

Pan looked up to him, with a uncertain look in her eyes. He was only slightly taller and looked down on her with a frown. She gulped, and released her fears. She dared to talk.

"So, would you like to spar?"

He said nothing. He just looked down on her. And then, slowly, he moved. He gave a nod and turned around.

"Follow me, brat"

With those words began a new friendship. Only a year agom a mighty warrior by the name of Gokou had disappeared. He left friends and family behind, confused and alone. His 14 year old granddaughter was one of them. When the one person who understood her fighting skills best, disappeared, she turned to another. And when Vegeta allowed her to spar with her, she regained some of her happiness. Except when he showed her every corner of the Gravity Room.

"Dad!" Trunks turned the gravity down and glared at his father.

"How could you!" he yelled as he picked Pans unconscious body from the floor. "You knocked her out, again!" he said, accusingly.

Vegeta looked at him. "She went as far as she could. She has a true fighting spirit." he said, with some admiration. "But she's no match for me." He added, staring at Pan.

"She's a kid." Trunks sighed.

But Vegeta shook his head. "You were even younger when you turned Super Sayian, son. And at her age, her father managed to beat Cell. This has nothing to do with her age. You patronize her, because she is female."

Trunks took off his glasses and frowned. "I guess I'm just uncomfortable with the thought of my father beating the living shit out of my friend."

With those words he carried the young girl outside. Vegeta grabbed a towel and followed.

For some reason, he couldn't stop smirking. Before he managed to knock Pan out, she was on a rampage. He hit a sensitive spot, and pissed her off badly. Once she got angry, she couldn't stop attacking. He was *very* interested in pushing her to her limits. It was a welcome distraction from the boring normal life.

Ever since Kakarot left, everything became quiet. Maybe he was right after all. Maybe the fool *did* attract bad new. Either way, life was dull. He felt useless without Kakarot, too. After fusing with him many times, and fighting side by side, the anger in his heart took place for something else. He didn't know what it was, and if he liked it or not.

But with Kakkorot gone, he was also left behind, without a real cause. Bulma, of course. And his son and daughter. He settled down. Those three people were the only ones he could tolerate long enough.

Them, and the brat.

She seemed different. Not as clueless as the other Kakarot offspring. Not as useless as Goten. Or ignorant, as Gohan. Gohan could have been the strongest man alive, but he had no interest in it. His daughter was more than eager to at least *try* and get stronger. It intrigued him. Not to mention amused him.

"Vegeta.."

Bulma's voice took him back to reality.

"Hnn?" he responded.

"Please, Gohan will KILL me if something happens to Pan. Be careful, ok?" she laughed.

Vegeta crossed his arms. "And HOW would Gohan kill you? He'll have to get through me, for that." He smirked.

Bulma's eyes twinkled. "Just, take it easy on her. She's just a kid."

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Trunks stroke the little girls hair. With a faint smile she opened her eyes and pushed his hand away.

"I'm okay Trunks.. really." she said, annoyed.

He chuckled. "You'll never give up the fighting, huh?"

Pan sat up straight and shook her head. "No. Never." She said cheerfully and jumped up. She rubbed the back of her neck and turned around, to face the mirror. One glimpse of herself and her smile disappeared completely.

"My clothes!" she yelled, staring at her half destroyed outfit. "Vegeta!!!"  she almost roared as she rushed outside. Trunks rolled his eyes and turned around.

"Either she's getting faster, or I'm getting older" he mumbled.

"Look what you did to my clothes baka!" Pan yelled while charging towards Vegeta.

"I..what the!?"

Her father had grabbed what was left of her t-shirt and held her in mid air. Pan, struggling to get to Vegeta, cursed softly until she noticed who was holding her.

"Pan, behave yourself!" he shushed with a grin.

Pan made a face, and Vegeta just stared at the two of them.

"I .. can't believe you dad. Put me down!" she muttered.

"Glad to see you as well, my darling daughter." Gohan dropped her on the ground, and Pan cursed again.

"Woah! I did *not* teach you that word, Panny!"

"Goten! It's Pan!" Pan crossed her arms, still lying on the ground. "Stop treating me like a child, you guys.. Pan. It's Pan, dammit!"

Goten laughed as he bend over his niece. "And where, Pan," he said, "did you learn words like that?"

Pan smirked. "Bra taught me."

"Say what?!" Vegeta's voice broke the short silence, causing Goten, Gohan and Pan to burst out in laughter. Vegeta shook his head.

 "Kakkorot offspring. Useless.." he muttered.

"Daddy?"

The laughing stopped. An unfamiliar voice. Goten and Gohan turned around, Pan rolled over on the ground and stared at the person who had spoken. Vegeta felt the strange ki again. And turned around to see a little child.

The child blinked a few times and suddenly noticed Pan. She slowly walked towards the young girl on the ground and stopped, right in front of her. The two girls stared at each other. The child tilted her head. Pan gave a slight smile in confusion, and the child grinned as well.

Somehow, this felt strange to her. Familiar, in a way. She couldn't exactly explain how, but she felt something inside of her And then the awkward silence was broken once again.

"Kira! Come back here!"

A young woman with a worried look on her face ran towards the little girl, who turned around and stretched out her arms. "Mommy!" she giggled and hugged the woman who kneeled on the ground, and faced Pan.

Pan quickly sat up straight and stared into the woman's eyes. "Who are you?" she whispered. The woman narrowed her eyes and was silent, for a moment.

"I am you." She answered.

Pan crawled back a bit. "No way.." she managed to bring out. "You *are*"

The older Pan nodded. "I am you, 11 years from now."

For the first time, she looked around and saw familiar faces behind her younger version. Tears welled up in her eyes as she recognized her father and uncle.

"Oh.." she gasped, "Dad. Goten"

The two brothers looked at each other and turned back to her. "A future Pan?" Gohan asked.

The older Pan stood up, and smiled. The child in her arms continued babbling, released herself from her mother and landed on the ground.

"Kira, behave yourself. You brought me in a lot of trouble.." Mirai Pan said with a stern voice. The child looked at her so called mother, but then noticed Vegeta, who had been observing them from a distance.

The eyes widened and Kira balled her little fists in excitement.

"Daddy!!" she squealed and ran towards Vegeta.

Mirai Pan moaned, and young Pan gasped as she saw the little girl hug Vegeta's leg. Vegeta stared at the child, uncertain what to do. Did the child called him dad? Was he.. her father?

Pan stood up, holding tight to Goten behind her and stared with disbelief at the sight.

"No way.." she repeated. "If you are the mother, how.. I mean.. is Vegeta, the father?!"

"What?"

Pan turned around and saw Bulma standing in front of her, also with a confused look on her face.

 "What did you say?" she repeated, placing a hand on her hips and frowning at both Kira and Vegeta.

Pan pointed to Mirai Pan. "This woman, says.. she's me. And.. and.." Pan started to stutter, and couldn't find the right words.

Mirai Pan stood there, helplessly and shook her head.

Vegeta stared from the child to Mirai Pan, unable to say anything. Kira noticed the Sayian Prince had stiffened, and released his leg.

"I missed you?" she tried.

But Vegeta looked down on her and stared blankly. The girl didn't recognize her father in this man, at all. He looked like him, but why didn't he pick her up, like he used to? And.. didn't her daddy leave?

"Go, back.. to her.." he pointed. Kira nodded slowly and stepped back.

Capsule Corps back yard was silent, for a long time. Seven people stood there, confused. No words. Goten, Gohan, Pan. Bulma, Vegeta. And two newcomers : Mirai Pan and her daughter Kira. Mirai Pan stared at every one of them. It had been many years, for her. She was happy, thrilled, in fact. But also afraid. Because now, she finally had to explain. And it wasn't going to be easy.

How could she explain she fell in love with Vegeta, in the future?