Author's Note: My first story ever and my baby, a Trunks/Pan love story following the plot line of Pan leaves for the States and comes back with a child, unoriginal, true, but I plan on making this plot my own.

Ages: Pan: 19, Trunks: 30, Goten: 29, Marron: 25, Bra: 18, and Uub: 22.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or Dragon Ball GT, the respective ideas, anime, and manga belong to Bird Studios, Funimation, and Akira Toriyama.

Edit: I have edited OSB to my liking. Hopefully these first chapters will flow together better. Readers let me know what the revisions have done for this story. Enjoy the read.

Chapter 1

Son Pan smiled pensively.

Today would be the last day she spent with her family for five years, after being around them constantly for nineteen years of her life. She'd been telling herself she wanted to get away from everything for so long. And now she was afraid to leave them. Imagine; yearning to leave for years and then now when it was time to go she wanted to stay. But such is life.

She was going to college in the states and her family decided to throw her a going away party. She burned every smiling single face into her memory. Remembering every smile, every flicker in each eye of her friends and family. She noticed the smaller things in her families' faces. For instance how her Grandma Chi-Chi's delicate features really shone through when she laughed, or how Vegeta's eyes showed the grin he hid the rest of his scowling face. Small things like these she noticed in everybody. She was going to miss every one of them.

Especially one particular individual; with sky blue eyes and lavender hair, an odd hair color, yet it was attractive on him. She was going to miss Trunks the most of all Pan supposed.

For as long as she could remember Pan always had some sort of crush on Trunks. And it really blossomed for him during the Black Star Dragon ball hunt when she was 15 years old. Over the last few years this "crush" only intensified. Pan felt very strongly about Trunks; you could even consider this feelings love.

She'd lived with the burden of secretly loving Trunks for three years, a long time. Insanity at it's best is what some would consider it. She never thought she could love someone so much and often hate someone so much. She never thought love could bring so much pain and so much…joy. Those three and so odd years of loving Trunks was one of the biggest emotional roller coaster rides of her life.

Pan figured she had to be crazy on some level. She loved him so entirely that she dedicated herself to him, thus turning down many men that would've loved her in way she knew Trunks did not if they'd been given the chance. But Pan didn't care. If she ever dated a boy, which was rare, it was because he reminded her in some way of Trunks. He was the only one she wanted. He was the only one she saw when she closed her eyes. Even if she knew he'd never love her in return the way she loved him. Pan stayed faithful to him furtively. Cleverly averting his attention while blushing when he would say, 'Why isn't a pretty girl like you out dating instead of hanging around with an old man like me?'

She watched Trunks drift in and out of relationships with women throughout the years. He never cheated on them and treated his past girlfriends with the utmost respect, it seemed they just didn't suit him.

Pan was never sorry when she heard Trunks had broke up with his girlfriends, in fact she secretly rejoiced. It sent a small wave of hope against the huge wall of doubt and rejection she faced. She hated it when he got a new girlfriend anyway. It hurt so bad to watch how he would treat those girls, so sweet, so loving; while she, "little" Panny was just a friend, his little sister he treated like a brother. The girl he'd wrestle with but not the one he kissed. Not the one he thought about before he went to sleep at night. She wasn't a knockout to catch his love and attention. She was just Panny. She was just the little girl that hung around all the time. She was just his best friend. And sometimes that thought killed her.

Pan looked for Trunks in the small crowd and spied him dancing with Marron. She grinned as the two danced around her Uncle Goten who had an envious look in his eyes. Marron was Goten's fiancé. The two childhood friends hooked up after her uncle and Paris split apart. But Pan had never seen Goten or Marron happier than they were now. Pan knew Marron would never cheat on Goten but that did not mean Goten didn't get jealous from time to time and Marron liked to make him jealous on occasion. Pan had to admit it was quite funny to watch.

The song finished and Trunks bowed toward Marron, causing the blonde to laugh lightheartedly. Goten bumped his friend out of the way rather rudely and grabbed Marron's hand. The two smiled at each other and began to dance happily. Laughing at his friend's antics, Trunks turned toward Pan and approached her, grinning foolishly.

"Hey Pan," said Trunks, hugging her for what seemed the fiftieth time that night.

"Hello Trunks," said Pan, returning the hug pleasantly, secretly enjoying him being so close. She loved it when he hugged her.

Pan stood silently admiring his attractive features. She'd wanted to tell him how she felt for the last year now but she always chickened out when she tried to talk herself into doing so. It was so hard to tell someone you loved them, the hardest thing to do in the world. There was no physical damage to it; the worst he could do was say he didn't feel the same. And it was that answer solely keeping Pan from admitting her feelings for him. Those five words would destroy her completely. Her fear was unbearable. And what if he didn't want to be her friend anymore? What if he thought less of her? What would she do then?

But after thinking it over for many months in her head Pan came to a decision. She knew she had to tell him tonight. It was now or never. Tonight would be perfect; even if he said he didn't feel the same she'd have five years to recuperate, piece together her broken heart, absorb herself in her studies and start over.

"Trunks, may I talk with you outside alone?"

"About what?" she took this as a yes to her invitation.

"Come on," she said taking his hand and leading him on.

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Once in the brisk air of the night, Pan felt a lot better. The hazy atmosphere inside was getting on her last nerve. Being outside helped clear her mind of the jumbled thoughts and emotions swirling inside of it, though tonight nothing helped ease the anxiety tightening her stomach. Fretfully she clinched her fists.

"What was it you wanted to talk about?"

Pan turned her attention to Trunks, feeling extremely nervous and unsure if her decision was very wise. Only a few minutes ago she was determined to do this and now her chest and stomach felt constricted, she felt like she was choking yet she wasn't. She heard her heart pounding her ears. And her hands were shaking.

"Trunks…I…" She couldn't face him; she would lose her nerve like she had so many times before. So she averted her attention up to the heavens. The stars were breathtaking on this night and numbered by the billions, wrapped in the protective and almost romantic blanket of the midnight blue sky. The stars were her inspiration tonight. Beautiful, prestigious, untouchable, just like Trunks.

"I want to admit my feelings to you," she rushed the last part, keeping her attention on the stars.

"Feelings?" she heard him ask.

"I…" she hesitated for what seemed like an eternity. This was it. She couldn't go back once she said it. Three little words would make her or break her. "I love you, Trunks. It's weird but I swear I love you with all my heart."

Wanting to see his reaction Pan reluctantly turned her onyx orbs toward Trunks' face. She saw nothing. She saw an utterly blank look. No look of sorrow. No joyous stare. No look of potential rejection or acceptance. Nothing… his face was completely unreadable. It got to Pan.

"Say something, anything. Answer me please," Pan begged. The silence…the blank stare…it was too much for her to bear. She didn't think she would receive a reaction such as this. She started chewing on her bottom lip as tears began to sting the back of her eyes. She was not going to cry in front of him. She couldn't.

"Pan…"

Pan let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding; at least he was going to answer her. The silence was horrible. She couldn't stand being left without any type of response. Words are hard on a person, especially those of rejection, but it's the silence that drives us to the brink of insanity. It's the waiting that tortures the heart most of all.

Suddenly Pan felt his strong arms pull her too him and warm lips press against hers. He moved so quickly she didn't even register his movements.

The kiss was exactly like Pan's dreams except for one tiny little detail. It was much better in real life. It was more intense, the raw emotion from the kiss sent shock waves of electricity throughout her body.

"How's that for an answer?" he whispered against her lips, but didn't give her time to answer as he kissed her again.

--

A beam of the golden light caressed the ivory skin of the young woman who sat up in the bed she was in. She stretched and popped her joints, gently lifting herself from the bed. Her lilac haired bed partner stirred and rolled over, still sleeping, his clear complexion looking innocent and handsome.

Pan stared at his face and smiled a loving smile. A beautiful night of passion spent with the man she loved more than anything in world.

Though her smile was short lived. Her mouth felt fuzzy and she could taste bitter hints of alcohol on the back of her tongue. Sadly she looked down at her hands. She had realized it before she went to sleep last night; Trunks was at least partially influenced by alcohol the whole time they were together the night before.

She loved him so much that she relished in the night they spent together. He was so gentle and charming. He made her feel wonderful. He made her feel like a woman. He actually treated her like he loved her. Though she knew there was a big difference in loving someone and acting out on an attraction brought on by being intoxicated. She wanted to think he loved her; she wanted to hope. But she knew hope was a fool's dream. Hope often hurt her more than it helped.

He couldn't love her anyway. She was Panny for Christ sakes. She was no drop-dead knockout. She was short and young and stupid and the list of negatives went on and on in Pan's head. Why would he, a man who could have anything he wanted, want her? As much as she reasoned this she only made herself feel worse.

She looked at the alarm clock beside the bed and sighed dejectedly. In four hours she would be leaving for the states and she wouldn't be returning for five years. That was a long time. Especially for a girl who was as family-oriented as Pan. But when she was accepted to the college, her parents and grandmother told her to go. 'It is the chance of a lifetime,' they said. 'Go, we can live without you. This is your future.' Pan decided to follow their wishes and her dreams as well. Her family was so proud of her. And she was proud of herself. She just didn't want to leave them behind.

Pan pulled on her clothes and shoes slowly. She would have to go home, shower, and put her things together. The trip was going to be long. Hopefully leaving would be exactly what she needed seeing as her insides felt like they were made of ice at the moment. She couldn't face him anyway. She didn't want to see the disgust that would be in his eyes as he told her what had happened was a mistake. The image made her want to cry all over again. Sighing again to keep herself from breaking down she finished tying her shoes and walked to the open window to leave. She stopped though and turned around. She couldn't leave Trunks on a silent whim. She loved him and he deserved an explanation after all.

Trunks Vegeta Briefs,

Fate can be cruel, can it not? Out of all of the people in this world, for some reason, my heart chose you as its keeper. I love you Trunks, even though I know you never felt the same about me. This night we've spent together was amazing, but I know it was only the alcohol acting. It hurts but hopefully I'll get over you while I'm gone. Everything's messed up between us now but I hope we can still remain friends when I return. Please don't forget about me.

Pan

Pan placed the pen down and taped the letter to the top of Trunks' desk. She studied his features, trying to sear them into her memory and kissed his forehead lightly.

"I love you," she whispered and with one last longing glance at Trunks, she opened the window and flew out.

Trunks rolled over and placed his arm on what he expected to be Pan, instead he found a cold empty spot.

"Panny?"

He rubbed his arm over the empty spot. It was cold meaning she'd left a while ago. He sat up and his eyes searched around the room for his missing lover.

"Pan?"

He got out of bed; naked as the day he was born, and began to look around his room.

"Pan? Where are you at?" He scratched his head, confused. Where was his Panny? He made his way to his desk and found a note. The messy handwriting matched Pan's. Picking the letter up, his curious eyes scanned the words. An expression of shock crept onto his face and he remembered where Pan was. She left for America.

"She left!"

As the words left Trunks' mouth, his bedroom door opened, revealing his sister, Marron, and Goten.

"You know brother you really should lock thi…" Bra's words died in her throat at the site of her older brother, standing in the middle of his room, buck-naked.

Bra looked disgusted, Marron blushed, and Goten snickered at Trunks' look of horror.

"Have fun last night Trunks?" Goten asked slyly.

Trunks blushed beet red and covered himself the best he could. "GET OUT!" he bellowed.

Bra grabbed Marron's hand and the two left without being told twice. Goten, however, stayed a little bit longer. He'd seen Trunks naked before. He had no problem with nudity.

"Who was the lucky girl?" Goten teased, as Marron grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled Goten out of the bedroom and slammed the door.

Trunks, still outraged, pulled on the first articles of clothing he could find. His day was already off to a bad start. He had a killer headache, Pan left and he didn't get to say goodbye, and then his sister and two best friends walk in on him while he was naked.

And the worst part was, he didn't get to tell Pan he loved her too.

Author's Note: Eventually the title will be tied to the story, and yes I know the plot is very old, but, I plan on stretching it out, I will make this recycled plot my own.