ooo BOO only 2, 000 something words. It's chapter two and yes it's short :P. I found this one a little after I finished working on the first chapter. I didn't a lot of revising and its still going to end up being a novice fan fiction. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, or Dragon Ball GT or any of the characters portrayed in this article.

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Do Spirits Dream?

It seemed like a dream. I woke up with a blinding light in my eyes. I couldn't move nor speak, just lay there and wander what was happening. "Dende?" I said in a quiet voice. "Is that you?" Something green blurred into to view. It was Dende. He was sitting across the room holding something that seemed like the dragon radar. I could finally move my legs or to that matter feel them. I sat up slowly and he quickly looked over at me. "You shouldn't get up Pan. You're injuries are still bad." I looked over at him and smiled weakly but then wandered what the heck I was doing still alive. I remember clearly that I had died. I saw everything. The Light, my body, the spirit realm, and then..I gasped and looked around the room. "How is this possible..What happened Dende." He smiled and stood up.

He walked over to me and sat down on the bed next to me. "Allow me to explain. When the evil demon, Gotenks, attacked, he managed to kill everyone on earth except you..And me.." I looked at him. "But I thought everyone was gone. Then how come I couldn't feel your power?" He nodded and looked down "Good question. Before Piccolo had died and sent you that message, he sent me and the dragon radar to a different planet as well. He told me it would safer there so when all is lost I could return and wish everyone back killed by Gotenks. And so I did. Right before he sent me he gave me this." Dende pulled out something small that dangled from a silvery thin band.

It was a shining jewel that glimmed in the dim light. It looked oddly familiar but when I tried to locate any memory of the events before my head split into a headache. He put it back in his pocket and shook his head. "He said it will come in good use one day if a fiend like that should ever return." I stared and then asked impatiently. "That still doesn't explain what I'm doing here." He nodded and smiled. "It should. I'm here aren't I? Because I was sent far away from harm. So I came back, tracked down all the dragon balls and wished everyone back." I sat and thought to myself. Of course. But wait.."Why do I still have all my wounds?" He said in a quiet voice "The injuries you took were mainly from yourself. That power wave could be felt all over the universe and was sure to take the last remaining life you had in you away. I wished you back, but your health is not yet fully recovered. Just rest for a while. You'll be okay for a couple of days." He moved off the bed and started at the door.

As he opened it I stopped him. "Is everyone else alive?" He nodded and turned to me. "They too are alive thanks to me. But they have injuries as well." He walked out the door and left me alone in the dark room. I laid back and stared up at the ceiling. All this in one sitting. It seemed like to much all in one day. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. For the next few days I rested and regained my power slowly. Then, before I knew it I was up and about training and working out my weak body. I needed to train more than usual but this time not alone.

I walked into the training room and set down my gear. I was already dressed for training and ready to battle. I picked up my fists and held them infront of me. I heard the door open and turned to see who it was. To my surprise it was Trunks. I haven't seen him in the longest time. I couldn't help but leap forward and give him the biggest hug I had ever given. He was shocked at first but then hugged back. I looked up at him and moved back.

I couldn't stop myself from smiling. "Trunks..It's you." He nodded and smiled back. "Yep..It's me..Pan..It's great to see you again.." I looked down and turned away. "I'm training. Would you like to join, or were you about to train here?" He chuckled and shook his head moving in front of me. "Nah. I heard you would be in here soon, I wanted to see the girl who saved our butts after we were all dead." I laughed slightly but that battle was something I could never smile about.

Not even a happy memory. I shrugged and powered up. "Well then, let's begin." He nodded and powered up as well. For hours and hours we trained endlessly. Nightfall had come when we first took our break. I stepped outside and leaned on the railing. I closed my eyes and let the cool breeze cool me down.

Trunks walked up to me and stood beside me. He stared up at the sky gazing at the stars. "Great fight..We should do that more often. I hate to say this but you wore me out." I smirked slightly and looked up at the sky as well. "What? Afraid you could be beaten by a girl?" He chuckled and looked over at me. "Heh, not in your lifetime Pan." He turned slightly as if wanting to say something or do something but I could tell he was holding himself back.

I ignored it and acted like I didn't notice. We both went our own ways and made it to our beds. There we rested. I didn't dream that night. I couldn't sleep either. I was too anxious about all that was going on. It seemed too good to be true. It felt like I was already sleeping, dreaming this all up. I stared endlessly at the ceiling, counting the rabid beats of my heart as it pounded away in my chest. Any minute now I expected to wake up and see a vast land of destruction and be all alone again. Any minute now... Any minute... I remember my eyes closing.

Morning came peacefully. I woke up with the smell of a delicious breakfast. I walked out of my room and moved to the main quarters of the look out where everyone was. I saw everyone. Goku, Dad, Mom, Grandma, Bra, Vegeta, and everyone else. I then saw Piccolo leaning against a wall quietly keeping to himself. I walked over to him but was stopped by Gohan. He stood up and gave me a great big hug. I couldn't hold back any tears and cried every time somebody new held me in their arms. I saved them and most of all had them back. I wiped away my tears and walked toward Piccolo.

He noticed me coming and watched as I made my way through the crowd. I stepped forward and looked up at him. "Piccolo?" I said in a shaky voice holding back any tears. I don't want to cry infront of him. I might seem weaker..But...Suddenly I felt an embrace. He held me in his arms giving me a gentle squeeze and a pat on the head. "Good Job Pan. You did great..I'm proud of you." I smiled and joined the rest to a feast I would never forget. Their voices filled my heart with so much joy and I swore I never take the time we had together for granted.

Later that night I was so tired. I wonder where Trunks went too. He left right after the morning feast was over. I looked down and started to think about the battle. That wasn't Gotenks I was fighting. That was an evil version of him from a different world. But who created him? And why was he trying to destroy the world? It was weird. I shook my head and walked to my room. I laid down and closed my eyes. I wasn't asleep for 5 seconds when there was a knock on the door. I slowly got of bed tiredly and dragged myself to the door.

I opened it and to my surprise there was Trunks, leaning on the door entry panting and injured. I caught him before he fell on the ground. I moved him and laid him down on the nearest couch in the room. I knelt down and felt his forward. It was hot, as if burning. He felt like he had just battled it out with an entire army. He body looked beaten and worn. He groaned in pain and could only mumble a few words. "It's him..He's..Back.." He moved his hand and grabbed my mine.

He forced himself to sit up and moved me in close. "Pan..I don't want you to fight him...argh..Pan I.." He moved me closer and held me in his arms. I was shocked and didn't know what to do. "Who's back? Who did this do you?" I asked eagerly. He only hushed me with a gently kiss on the lips. He fell back and his body went limp. Death had taken over. I fell to the ground and tears of sadness and confusion filled my eyes. I stayed there for hours crying and wondering what took Trunks away from me again.

A creeping dark feeling began to grow inside of me. I could feel an overwhelming anger bury deep within me and all I could see was a blistering red color that burned my eyes. My entire body ached as I cried even harder and tensed up, ready to just blow up. The world around me seem to vanish and I fell unconscious.

Morning came and I slowly got up. Trunk's body was gone, but so was everyone else. I looked outside and everything was destroyed. I couldn't feel anything. No power levels, no people, not anything. It was happening all over again. The moment my spirit dispersed from my body was the moment I must have started dreaming. Was it a dream? I couldn't turn and ask anyone and the questions just continued to pile up.

I slumped over and feel to my knees, pounding my fist as hard as I could into the ground over and over again. A boiling heat was rising up in me and I had no control over it. "AM I DEAD OR NOT?! WHY WON'T YOU MAKE UP YOUR MIND??" I hollered, as if a higher being was listening or perhaps responsible for what was going on. I shuttered and ground my teeth, clutching the dirt tightly.

I concluded that no matter what I did, my spirit would replay my death over and over again. I watched as my body feel limply onto the ground and sank into the earth, rotting away. It was a gruesome sight, but it was my reality. I dreaded the future. If I was dead, would I continue to relive this for all eternity? Would I dream of my friends and family and of being deserted every waking moment?

I gazed down at my hands and touched the warm sand. Before I was unable to feel my daddy's warm touch but now if I were a spirit I shouldn't feel this kind of warmth. Question in my eyes, I looked up into the sky and squinted at the bright sun. "They say a spirit can not join the holy world until their unfinished business is fullfilled." I whispered quietly to myself, my voice sounding harsh and emotionless. "But what am I exactly? I can feel and see the world as if I'm alive, but I haunt this place as if I were a spirit." I growled from frustration and overlooked the vast and empty landscape before me. Maybe I could venture elsewhere, away from this place and search for my true cause... Maybe...

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"Being alone or being left alone... which is worse? Knowing love and losing it, or never knowing love at all... which is better?"

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A/N: Heh, well that didn't take long. I know it's a short chapter and doesn't explain a whole lot but I'm trying my best here.. I lie, it's not my best but hey! Anyway...

Our Pan is asking some very odd questions, and with no one around to answer her questions, how will she cope? Will she be able to find a reason or a cause or will she find something completely different?