She couldn't help it. He would never understand. He didn't even have a chance to understand now. He just couldn't believe her, could he? He had to be like his stubborn father and throw her words right back at her face. She thought she felt angery, she was almost postive, but she couldn't stay angery long. How could she? He was dead and they couldn't bring him back. The dragon balls were useless.

She gazed out her bedroom window and out into the rainy night sky. It was so creepy that he of all people would die on a night like this. A night such as hideous as this, it seemed as though Kami was punishing everyone.

She didn't think it was fair. Why should everyone feel bad for his mistake? It was his problem to begin with. And it wasn't like he wanted help until it was too late. And it was way too late. . .

She tried helping him from the beginning, but he didn't want it. She gave it her all, but it didn't do any good. And now she sat on her bed, feeling guilty. That's exactly how she felt guilty.

She didn't know how to deal with this. But now that she thought about it, she did. She would die the same would he died. The exact same way. How could she possibily know how he died? Because she was there when he died, she could have stopped it from ever happening, but she didn't. She couldn't bring herself to it.

She knew where he went too. Master Roshi's sister, Baba had told them. Hell, was his only destination. Due to all the pain he created in his mind, he went to hell. And all because he decided to take the hard route, she would too.

She thrust out her hand, and created a ki blast and put as much energy into it as she possibly could. She could here her parents rushing up the stairs. She paused she said she would die just as he did. She would die while the ones she loved watched.

She waited for her parents to open the door to her room. When they did she was ready. She looked them both straight in the eye. She brought her arm close to her chest and forced her arm into her chest. Right before she died she said the same words he said,

"I hate life. I hate everything about it. Execpt one thing, you."

And with that, she yanked her hand out of her chest. And with that, her limp body hit the ground. And her parents just watched shocked by her movements, her words, and her actions.

She had done it. Son Pan died the same way as Trunks Briefs. She had done what she had dreamed of doing for days. If only she knew. . .