Tragedy is ever changing; constantly and only given its girth by the people who feed the tragic situation. A broken old man that dies searching for his love when all along she was by his side but in his senile state he himself only felt the coldness of being alone and still searching as he lay dying. The trapped heart of a young maiden; caged by obsession for her one and only who just never notices the plight she goes through to stay by his side. To be killed before you can rid your soul of sins by reaching atonement within yourself. That is true damnation; self inflicted... Am I a sinner or a saint? Even if you reach atonment within yourself, what of the rest of them. Those cold visages and dead eyes burning through you for something you yourself came to accept as pure. What does it take to avoid a tragedy?

As Pan reached her sleeping chambers to her one thing became clear. That no matter the strength of affetion you haave for someone without reciprication its merely a wasted effort. They had been in space for almost a year now and only had two balls left to retrieve to call upon the Dragon. Pan herself thought of the the trip as an adventure and over the time spent in the ship found herself part of a team that seemed unbreakable; almost always... But lately things between her and Trunk's had taken a downward turn in their relationship. He looked at pan as a younger sister and nothing more, which was just fine she supposed. But he doesn't even treat his own younger sister like this much of a child...

Pan slipped into her nightgown and crawled beneath the covers of the cot in her quarters. But she wouldn't sleep. She would lie awake and think of the days trials and arguments, and felt even more embarrassed about what she had done earlier. Trunks had felt her breast and she could still remember the warmth of his hand there. She had never even went on a date, kissed a guy and yet she just let him do that? No not let so much as forced and he seemed angry afterwards as well...
She continued to dwell on these thoughts as fantasies of Trunks climbing into her bed to hold her and comfort her worries filled her mind as they drifted through space in a dark empty silence and hopefully to sleep as well.

As she woke up it was no surprise that her illusions of his warm touches were nothing but a dream that had lulled her to sleep in the emptiness of dark space. She sighed a slight relief, happy with herself that she could still enjoy her fantasies to the fullest until of course the harshness of reality set in.

Trunks burst through th door, not taking notice to her half dressed state.

"We're landing in about an hour and forty five, be ready. It'll taking a bit of searching and trecking so wear something you can hike in..."

He rummaged through the contents above her dresser before finding the dragon rador