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"Trunks." Pan stared down at her trembling hands, clammy with cold sweat. She fiddled with her fingers, while trying her hardest to say something. Words just would not escape her mouth, like a cage, keeping the sound from leaving her throat. Swallowing the lump, she attempted to tell Trunks what she thought in her heart, the deepest depth of her mind.

"Yes Pan-chan?" Trunks smiled widely at her. They were close, close friends. She liked to have thought that she was closer to him than her uncle Goten, but that just couldn't be. They were friends since a long time ago and she just could not compare with that.

Pan blushed at the thought of what she was going to say. She didn't want to embarrass herself, or make Trunks angry enough to hate her. She couldn't live with herself if Trunks hated her! Her heart would be shattered and she could not go on, knowing that the person she loved hated her very being. "Otomo-dachi," Pan turned to face Trunks. They were standing in a field of pink and yellow flowers. A breeze so gentle and small flew past them, ruffling loose garments of clothing, and threads of hair. She looked up at him with sincere eyes. "Trunks, you're one of my best friends."

"You're my good friend too!" Trunks spread his arms to his side in a friendly gesture. He patted her on the shoulder and kept on his dreamy smile, as if he never got tired of it.

"Yeah…" Pan mumbled uneasily. She took her eyes away from him and turned them to the flowers that surrounded them. The petals were a blur and she could not make out a single individual flower. She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't going blind, when a small mist started to enter in the field. "Trunks," Pan stared at him seriously now. "I don't care what happens, you can hate me if you want, I am well prepared for that," But in fact she was dreading at what he might reply. "Trunks…" She inhaled and held her breath for a few seconds.

"Yes?" Trunks asked her, still keeping that smile of his.

"I love you!" Pan blurted out. She shot her head down and squinted, straining her ears to listen to his respond. There was nothing. With curiosity controlling her, she lifted her head to see his beautiful face, hopefully not in anger. "Trunks…?" Pan whispered. He was still wearing that stunning smile of his, a gorgeous grin that brightened up his face. "You're not upset?"

"Pan…" His voice was fading into the thick mist that was now just filling up the field. "I… hate… you…" Pan widened her eyes. This was not the kind of response she wanted to hear from him. "I never want to see you again… never…"

"What?" Pan reached out to grab his hand. "No! Trunks, why!?" When she closed her hands to grip something, all there was mist, and nothing else. Trunks was disappearing into the fog and from her life. "Trunks! Don't go!" She was about to cry, her heart had been shattered, and it was so easy for him to say that. He even had a smile on when he said it. Did he really mean that? She crouched low to the ground, hugging her knees tight to herself. Streams were running down her cheeks like two warm rivers. "Trunks…" She rasped out in a soft whisper through her tears. Her throat was drying up and it became sore. It was harder to intake air. She felt as if she was going to suffocate. Just when she thought she'd faint…

"Pan, wake up!" A hand firmly, yet softly, shook at her shoulder. Her back was facing the intruder of her dreams and she moaned out of annoyance. "Pan, we're going to Capsule corp. for a party today." The deep voice whispered in her ear. Pan slowly opened her eyes, to realize that she had been dreaming… no, she was not dreaming because it was a nightmare. To think, that that might actually happen if she expressed her feelings to him in real life. She would hide her feelings in and never show them to anyone.

"Daddy?" Pan flipped over to face her father, wearing those glasses that she always thought looked dorky on him. He went to open up the blinds, releasing the sunrays and planting them in her eyes. She squinted and put a hand up to block the light. "Ugh… what time is it?" She sat up and grabbed her alarm clock that read nine o'clock. "Ah! My alarm clock didn't go off!" She yelped.

"Yes it did." Gohan chuckled and took the clock out of her hands, then placed it back at her nightstand. "You just over slept and didn't hear it. But I'm sure your mom and I could hear it just well. Why do you need it to be so loud anyways?"

"It's because, things like this might happen!" She crossed her arms and flopped back on to her pillow. "I'll over sleep…" She yawned and closed her eyes.

"Hey! Get up!" Gohan went over and tickled Pan in the sides. She wriggled and laughed, trying to get out of his hold. She finally had to run for it. Shooting up into the air, she flew out of her bedroom, looking back as her dad followed her through the door, making loud thumping noised as he chased after her.

"Come and get me dad!" She stuck her tongue out and turned back around, but then stopped abruptly. "Mama!" She yelled in surprise. "Ah!" She found herself sitting on her dad's shoulders, with her arms around the top of his head, just above his nerdish glasses.

"Pan, how many times have I told you? No flying in the house." Videl shook her finger at her daughter disapprovingly. "And you, Gohan, should not be encouraging her." She set her eyes on Gohan and glared.

"Oh, come on, a little fun now a days isn't so bad. And what about you? Didn't you fly up to the top of the book shelf the other day?" Gohan said, defensively.

"That's different!" Videl put her hands to her hips. "I was cleaning it! There was no other way."

"What about the ladder." Gohan said, pointing to the roller ladder that hung to the top of the bookcase that surrounded their living room. "You could've used that."

"It was too bothersome, the easiest way was by flight." Videl said.

"Yeah…" Gohan said, not paying attention. He'd let Videl win this one. Besides, if she didn't practice bukujustu, her ki control will dwindle to nothing and she would loose the ability to fly.

"Pan, dress up please." Videl crossed her arms and placed one hand under her chin thoughtfully. "I mean, they are celebrating your birthday today. It would be rude to come dressed in your pajamas."

"'Kassan!" Pan whined. "I know how to act at parties, and I know what to wear." Pan jumped off her dad's shoulders. "When's the party starting?" She asked.

"In an hour, it's a whole day party, all for you!" Gohan grinned. "Aren't you the lucky one?"

"Yeah…" Pan smiled, rubbing her nose. "I guess I'll go get ready then." She left and headed back to her bedroom, pondering over her dream, and the meaning. Perhaps she was dreaming the future? Or was it her most dreaded thought? If only dreams were straight forward with their meanings… Pan thought.

After shutting the door to her room, she jumped and plopped herself onto her soft bouncy bed, burying her face in it's sheets, tangling her thoughts in each wrinkle. She scrunched a handful of cloth in each of her hands and let out a sob.

"Trunks…" She whispered after turning to face the ceiling. Putting the back of her hand on her forehead, she let out an uneasy laugh. "What and I thinking…?" With her other hand she wiped a tear away from her cheeks. "Trunks is way older than me, and there are plenty of other boys who like me."

There was a knock at her door. "Pan? You finished yet?" Gohan asked.

"Five minutes!" She hollered back. Placing her hands to her sides, palm flat on the bed, she sprang up and headed for her closet, deciding that: "It's my birthday today, I'll just enjoy it and forget about Trunks. I don't even know why I liked him in the first place."

The party had already started and everyone was waiting for the guest of honor. There were tables with chips, sandwiches, gourmet dishes, and all kinds of drinks. There was barely any room left on the tables, yet chefs were still hauling in dishes. Sunlight was shinning through the dome of Capsule corp. It illuminated the decorations hanging around the ceiling. The dome they were in was warm and full of trees and grass, with a small stream here or there. Pan felt a rush of energy when entering, after being out in the windy weather outside; strange how the wind picked up so quickly, when it was still and peaceful in the morning.

When everyone saw Gohan and Videl enter, they all ran to greet them, with hellos and slaps on the back. Everyone said their hellos except for Vejita, who was sitting on a picnic cloth, with closed eyes, concentrating on something, and Trunks, standing by a tree, talking with Goten, who was on his cell phone.

Trunks faced Pan and when he noticed her, he ran over and patted her on the head. "Happy birthday Pan!" He smiled, the same smile he had in her dream, and she tensed up, feeling as if she was going to relive that dream.

"Trunks-kun!" Goten waved his hand in the air to draw Trunks's attention towards him. He was waving his yellow cell-phone for a few seconds, and then went back to talking on it. "Palace said that she has a friend that might be interested in you." Goten said, as Trunks walked over to him, Pan following out curiosity.

"What?" Trunks asked, scratching the back of his head. "Are you trying to force me to date again?" Trunks said sternly, crossing his arms. "I don't need your help."

"C'mon!" Goten pleaded. "She said that she'd only go out if her friend could have a date too!" Goten put the phone closer to his ear. "Hold on Palace." Goten then turned to face Trunks with large puppy dog eyes. "Please Trunks? I really want to go out with her."

Trunks closed his eyes in annoyance. "You're too old to do that silly face now Goten."

"But dad does it all the time." Goten pointed out, pointing at his dad, Goku, stuffing his face at the tables. He continued with his cute adorable face.

"Damn, but it works all the time." Trunks confessed. "All right, we'll see. But I can't guarantee I'll like her." He told Goten, flipping his hair.

"Not that "dream girl" crap again?" Goten crossed his arms, looked to the side, and leaned on one leg. "You'll never get your "dream girl" so don't even bother."

"That's my own business!" Trunks argued back, and then put his hands to his sides. "I might not go out with you're girlfriend's friend anymore, if you keep talking like that." He threatened.

"All right! All right! Chill!" Goten put his arms up. "Trunks-kun." He added.

"Dream girl?" Pan whispered loud enough for Goten and Trunks to hear.

"It's nothing Pan-chan." Trunks pushed her off the subject. "Let's go have some fun." He led Pan to the tables, where most of the food was gone, thanks to Goku, Gohan, and Vejita. There was Piccolo hovering in the air also, but all he did was meditate.

"Piccolo…?" Goten went over to the green Namek. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

Piccolo opened one eye and peered at Goten. He then closed it and said nothing for a few seconds. "Dragonballs."

"Yeah!" Trunks piped in. "Mom gathered the Dragonballs. I don't know why though, maybe for Pan's birthday wish?" Trunks said, patting Pan's head.

Pan didn't like the way she was being treated. She didn't want to be just a little kid to Trunks. Not some annoying child that clung to him, but someone he could share his thoughts and just talk to with. Trunks, if only you could see me that way… Pan thought, looking down to the grass, unmoving, except for the trampling feet of Goten and Trunks.

"O'kaasan!" Trunks yelled across the room to where his mother stood, talking to Chichi and Videl. She turned to him and waved, mouthing a hello. "Hey mom! Why do you have the Dragonballs?" He asked.

"I just thought I'd collect them. No reason!" Bulma yelled back. The she returned to talking with the others.

"She must have plenty of time now, since I took over Capsule Corp." Trunks explained. Piccolo mumbled and went back to meditating.

'Dream girl'. The words sang through Pan's head. If only she could be his dream girl! "Piccolo!" She yelled.

"What?" Piccolo said calmly, though he was starting sound rather peeved.

"Where's the Dragonballs?" She asked, tugging on his cape.

"How should I know? I just sense that they're here." He answered.

"I would think that they're in the lab." Trunks told Pan. "But why would you want to know?" He questioned.

"No reason." Pan chirped. Smiling at him, giving him her best innocent little girl smile she possible could.

Pan tiptoed her way around Capsule Corp., being careful not to stir up any loud noises that could signal he snooping around. She crept like a mouse around the many halls in the giant building, searching for a door with a sign saying: LAB

She had made a quick lie, saying that she needed to go use the bathroom. Instead, she had a plan, growing in her head, something she could not ignore. A tingling that spread through out her whole body until she could not hold it in and had to go on with her actions. Her excitement grew, knowing that Trunks might love her soon.

Her feet stopped dead in its tracks and she halted, staring at a large door, labeled: LAB. She had reached her destination!

Pan slowly turned the knob, and whispered: "Dreams will come true, and wishes shall be granted!"

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Chapter super long! Oh, well, please review, cause it makes me feel better.

Please correct me if you spot any misspelling, grammar, or anything else that's wrong.

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