A/N: Alright, this is the long awaited sequel to Yokoshima na Hanashi!! Well long awaited for me anyway. This does get a little weird, so deal with it. I suggest you read the first one before reading this, it'll clear up a few issues that'll be present in this story. 

Time for a Breather…

What happened last time…

Pan found her self in a dank, dark world of smoldering coals and flames. Noises from creators from which Pan had never heard surrounded her in a heartbeat. The pain was gone, her wounds had healed, but not for long as she prepared herself for an eternity of battles and pain. "Here's to a new life of a morbid fashion." She smirked as a creator of Hell bounced on her tearing her flesh and bones to shreds.

Chapter one: Regret

Two Earth Days later

Gohan sank into his couch, clutching his face in his hands, he let out a rather loud groan. Videl sat in the kitchen watching him while drowning in her thoughts. 'My daughter, what happened? What really happened? Are you in hell right now struggling to survive or did you die before he got the chance to damn you? Damn it! I hate not knowing!!' Gohan thought furiously. Videl sighed as she fixed another cup of tea, neither of them had slept since the disappearance of their only daughter.

Videl walked carefully into the living room, balancing the two cups of boiling hot tea on a tray. She set them down on the coffee table and sat next to her husband on the couch and wrapped her arms around him. "There was nothing we could've done. She did the right thing, she saved millions of lives; we should be proud of her." Videl comforted.

"She's too much like father, giving everything for everyone." He said quietly. He turned to his wife to find some sort of comfort. Videl tried to smile and kissed his forehead.

Trunks sat behind his desk, where he had taken refuge for the past two days. Chinese take-out boxes scattered the floor like a thick blanket. Piles of paperwork were stacked on his desk untouched; his email hadn't been checked since that fateful day. The entire company was suffering; the stock was falling because the people were loosing their faith in the well being of Capsule Corp. A soft tapping emanated from the door. "Come in." Trunks sighed. He turned his chair away from the door and stared out the window.

"Trunks." Marron greeted sadly.

"Yes." Trunks acknowledged.

"Listen, I just came up here to talk to you." Marron stated, taking a seat on his office's couch.

"Go ahead." Trunks said emotionless.

"Everyone is coping with this in their own way, taking comfort in someone or something but your not, your mother's worried about you and I am too." Marron stated, trying to sound calm.

"Worried? Worried about me? Why on earth would someone be worried about me!?" Trunks nearly shouted. "You guys should be worrying about Pan! She's the one who's facing…facing…who knows what she's facing right now!"

Marron stood up and walked over to his desk, she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. 'That's it, just vent.' She thought. "You heard Goku, the heavens won't rest until she's freed." She stated, "Good always prevails."

"But what if it doesn't." Trunks spat. "Good and evil has been at war ever since the beginning of time, what if this is one battle good can't win?"

Marron was silent for a few moments as if searching for the right words. "No one can predict the future, only time can tell. We can only wait and see. Pan's a survivor, just like her grandfather." Trunks sighed as if in agreement, but said nothing. "Since you're not doing anything, I'm taking you out for lunch. By the looks of it, you haven't had a real meal for awhile."

Goten sat on a cliff over looking the beauty of nature. He noticed how the sun gleamed off the sparkling blue lake below and how the trees seemed to sway in the gentle breeze. He let the warm breeze run through his hair as he let out a long await breath. Out of everyone, Goten had taken it the hardest. He hadn't talked to anyone since Pan disappeared right in front of his eyes. After she was gone, he stood at Kami's lookout with his mouth wide open for what seemed like an eternity before he let out a blood-curdling scream and took off into the distance.

Bura sat in the living room of her apartment staring at where Pan normally sat. She couldn't believe what happened, she was in denial. She was all by herself and the thought of Pan by herself in a strange place made her cry, "Why'd you have to do it?!" she screamed out, he ki flaring. Bura jumped out of the window and headed towards Capsule Corp. in the midday, not caring who saw her fly.

She landed in front of her father, tears falling freely. Vegeta looked at her almost as if he pitied her. Bura let her fists fly towards his face. She had to vent in fear for her sanity, her father understood this and let her do whatever she needed to feel better.

Just as Marron had said, everyone was coping with this in their own way. Chichi became a compulsive cooker and Bulma spent most of her days in her lab thinking of new inventions.

Piccolo stood, looking out into the distance, seemingly emotionless next to the younger Namek-jin. Piccolo crossed his arms. "She's over two thousand years old now." He said roughly.

"I pray for her sanity." Dende said softly as he turned and went inside one of the doors.

(A/N: One Earth day equals a thousand hell years…)

** Elsewhere **

Goku stood in front of the high council patiently. "Ah, Goku, what can I do for you today? Need another high gravity planet for training?" a cheery old man asked, his face was pale purple and had light green hair.

"No sir, nothing like that." Goku started. "It regards my granddaughter Pan. She was taken…"

"Yes, we are fully aware of the situation." Another spoke. His voice was deep and cold.

"What are you going to do about it? You can't tell me that you're just going to sit back and let this injustice go unpunished!" Goku stated getting irritated.

"We don't want to provoke another battle, last time he almost over took the kingdom of God." A joyful looking elder woman spoke softly.

"Surely there's something we can do! We're talking about my granddaughter here! She risked her life on countless occasions saving the Earth and the Universe!"

"We're aware of that!" The man with the deep, cold voice spat out again.

"What he's trying to say," the lady with the soft voice began, "is that it was her decision to risk her life to save the Earth, to fight along side those she loves. It was also her decision to save it one last time before being damned to hell."

"I understand that, but maybe there's something I can do! Something that won't reflect upon Heaven?"

"I'm sorry."

Goku turned to leave, "Wait, there is something…" the man with the cold voice bellowed.