Disclaimer: DBZ and all of its affiliates are not mine. Sadly they will never be mine.

AN: I forgot to warn you last chapter that there will be twists and turns in this fic that you may dislike. Lineage will be called into question, powers will be revealed, and the truth will set us free. Sorry, I had to add in that last part. Lol! Enjoy the chapter, I know I enjoyed writing it.

Ages:

Pan- 17

Bra-21

Marron-26

Goten-30

Trunks-31

Chapter 1: The Catalyst

It has been thirteen years since Vegeta took Pan on as a pupil. And nine years since he mysteriously refused to train her any longer. No one knew why the Prince of the Saiyans turned the then eight year old Pan away. His lips were sealed. Not even Bulma could pry the information from him. It was just assumed that the Prince was not used to training others and had tired of the little girl holding him back. Others believed it was his concern for her that had Vegeta giving her the boot. For it was in her eighth year of life that Gohan and Videl decided to enroll Pan in Public school. Chichi was tired, too tired to carry on with Pan's studies.

The enrollment process was quick and simple. Pan got her father's brains and her mother's deadly beauty. After a week she was testing out of every core subject leaving only the extracurricular classes in her schedule. When the opportunity to partake in a human boot camp cropped up, Pan was only too happy to slap on a ki reduction band and sign up for the year long program.

It would be the first of many. For the next thirteen years Pan would be gone almost constantly, furthering her knowledge in any and every area that became available. Occasionally she would have a week or two at home with her family but it always ended the same. With a welcome home/going away party at Bulma's just before she left for her next adventure.

Today was one such party. Pan had just arrived home three days ago from a Marine Biology field study in the Azores. She has, as of yet, to find a next adventure but everyone knew that soon one would crop up and she would be gone. But today was not a day to think of such a thing. Today was a dual celebration. Bra's twenty-first birthday and Pan's welcome home party.

Pan's family landed in sync outside of the Brief's household. Gohan and Videl migrated toward the more adult ki signals while Pan let herself inside and made her way to the common room. Just like that day thirteen years ago, Trunks and Marron were sandwiched together on the couch while Goten and Bra took up positions on the floor and love seat respectively. Pan couldn't help but notice the little changes that had occurred since then. Now Trunks and Marron were holding hands, a big beautiful diamond glittering on her left ring finger. The wedding was to take place in two weeks regardless of Pan's presence. To the happy couple's right sat Bra on the loveseat. Her foot dangled down to draw small patterns on Goten's back. To say the least their relationship had been a big shock to the rest of the Z-Gang. Even more shocking was Vegeta's lack of objection to the couple. Everyone had always assumed that the Prince would object to anyone dating his little girl but this was not the case.

Pan's onyx eyes shifted further right to the newest change in the group. He was there in the form of a chocolate skinned man with a black Mohawk and equally dark eyes. His name, Uub. The hatred festering in her gut threatened to boil over at the mere sight of the man who had taken her grandfather away. There wasn't a word in the universe that could describe how much she loathed this man.

"Hey Pan." The five chorused, not taking their eyes away from the television. Pan couldn't help but chuckle. They may age but they would never change. Everyone else began to filter into the common room on their way to the kitchen, the food was almost ready.

Pan's words made everyone freeze. "Hey guys." She greeted Trunks, Marron, Bra and Goten warmly. But then her eyes became cold as she glared at Uub, "Human." She wouldn't say his name. The cursed word would never leave her lips, not even under pain of death. Her grandfather had thought he had potential, but potential can only go so far in a human body.

"Pan!" Videl gasped looking from her daughter to her husband. "Gohan, say something!" She slapped her husband in the stomach to prompt some speech about how wrong Pan's behavior was but all she got was silence. Gohan hated the boy just as much as Pan did, if not more. He wouldn't punish his daughter for saying something he himself would have said. Videl shook her head. It was unbelievable how stubborn the Son family could be.

Goten, on the other hand, had no problem with Uub, he had grown up without a father until his seventh birthday. When Goku left, it didn't faze him in the least. Gohan and Pan were a different story. They had both had Goku by their side since the moment they were born. When he left it broke their spirits and their hearts.

Luckily, in the Z-Gang, a big part of being together was overlooking the little squabbles. Every year since Pan had met the man who had taken her grandfather, she had thrown some sharp little dig his way. Videl would chastise her while Gohan tried his best to hide his smile. Everyone shook off the incident and resumed their path to the kitchen, the six youngest mixing in with their elders.

The food was set up buffet style with a large table laden with food in the kitchen and picnic tables set up out by the pool. The non-saiyans went first insuring that they all got enough to eat before the bottomless pits hit. By the time everyone was situated outside at the picnic tables, there was nothing edible left in the kitchen.

Meal time was quiet save for the occasional small talk between the non-saiyans. Topics of conversation ranged from the beautiful garden Bulma had grown, the new pool design which included a special waterfall feature, the children's accomplishments, to the enjoyment of peaceful times. Everyone was happy that there had been no major threats to the planet in the recent past. It gave them all a chance to relax, settle down, and spend quality time with their loved ones. The older generations who had fought in the wars with Freeza, Cell, and Majin Buu were happy that their progeny could now grow up normally. Well, as normal as it can get for partial aliens, partial androids, and reincarnated evil beings.

"Oh, Pan! You have to come out with us tonight. We're going to a bar!" Bra exclaimed as she finished cleaning her plate. Pan's head shot up sending her midnight locks flying around her face. Was Bra serious? Narrowed eyes, determined smile, yep she was serious.

"Bra, I'm not twenty-one yet. They wouldn't let me into the club and even if they did I have no interest in drinking. But thank you." The older kids rarely included Pan in their fun, but it was nice to be asked. She sent her friend a genuine smile before resuming the decimation of the food on her plate.

Marron scoffed. "Whatever Pan. You just don't want to hang with us. What is better than hanging out with us. Oh my gosh! You have a boyfriend!" She shrieked, her hands slapping onto the table as she stood up for emphasis. Pan looked around nervously at all the attention Marron was attracting.

"Shh! Marron, I do not have a boyfriend! Please keep it down." Pan's eyes were frantically darting around the gathered people to make sure no one was taking note of her behavior. The last thing she needed was for people to become suspicious and start keeping tabs on her. That would be bad. Very bad.

"So you have a girlfriend? Oh I so knew you were a lesbian! The way you used to always eye me when you thought I wasn't looking and the butch haircut! I knew it!" Bra squealed equally as loud. Now it was certain, everyone was looking their way. Pan slapped her hand against her forehead. Now she remembered why she didn't hang out with them.

"My hair is not butch. It reaches my shoulders and can look very girly when I want it to. And I am not a lesbian. Not that I have anything against people of that sexual orientation. I like guys. End of discussion." Pan used a piece of bread to clean the last of the tomato sauce off of her plate before getting up to throw away the disposable dish.

Marron and Bra exchanged knowing glances. Something was up with Pan and they were dying to know what it was. They were in the middle of getting up to go corner her when they noticed a majority of the Z-Gang looking up into the sky. Their eyes followed the path but couldn't see anything. "What is going on?" Marron clasped Trunk's hand, using him as her emotional strength. From the looks of those around her, whatever was going on could not be good.

"Don't you feel that energy? There's something heading our way at a high rate of speed. Whoever it is, they are powerful." Trunks mumbled loud enough so she could hear, his arm snaking around her shoulders to hold her close. Everyone seemed to be flocking to their loved ones. Bra and Goten, Bulma and Vegeta, 18 and Krillin. But Chichi was left by herself until Gohan pulled her over to huddle with him and Videl. Pan, Tien, Piccolo, and Master Roshi stood by themselves. Each person was worried, that was clear from the looks on their faces. Had they jinxed the peace by talking about how grateful they were for it? Fingers crossed, prayers went up to Dende, and hope held strong as the power gained speed on its way to the Capsule Corp grounds.

No one could say what the projectile looked like before it hit the ground. Even the fighters who were used to abnormally fast speeds had trouble making out the exact shape of the dark blur. It hit the ground with a thunderous boom making the ground shake and the windows crack. As the dust began to clear the fighters pushed their loved ones behind them in cases whatever came out of the crater was not a friend.

The first thing to emerged was a head of short curly blonde hair and the most stunning pair of pixie blue eyes anyone had ever seen. Blood ran down his face and shoulders leaving stains on his skin and black clothes. They could end him now, he was weak enough but no one could bring themselves to kill the man who was slowly army crawling toward them. Tired of the slow progress, he shifted a knee under his chest and lifted himself to his feet. Staggering, he began to walk through the crowd ignoring those around him. He only had eyes for one thing. One person. "Phoenix." The word was uttered with a gasp of pain as he fell to his knees at Pan's feet. His right arm was extended in front of him, his head bowed low.

Pan ignored the curious looks her friends and family were giving her, choosing instead to take the offered arm and sniff at the bare wrist. "Dragon. Report." Her words were firm and unyielding, Vegeta knew the tone well. It was a tone of command. Like the man before her, Pan held out her left wrist for him to sniff. His hands grabbed her arm, breathing in her scent like a fine wine. This was Phoenix.

"The temple has been breached. Spectre and Tink were out when it happened. Everyone else is dead. I barely managed to escape. I masked my ki and made my way to you." Tears were in his eyes, there didn't need to be any further explanation, Pan knew what he was saying.

Likewise, crystal drops began to roll down Pan's cheeks. "You are certain everyone save for Spectre, Tink, and us are dead. You are sure!" Despite her tears, Pan was composed. All Dragon could do was nod.

"They don't know how to work the security system. I scanned for energy signatures, everyone was supposed to be there today for the meeting. But their energy wasn't there. However when I scanned for residual, all of them appeared. They are dead, Phoenix." Pan nodded. Dragon wouldn't make a mistake of this caliber. He was one of the best.

She fell to her knees beside him. "You did good soldier. Rest. When you are better we will contact Spectre and Tink to see what information we have and what can be done to fix all this. Rest." She pulled him into a hug, his head resting on her petite shoulder. In a heartbeat he was passed out, clinging to her like a child would it's mother. Pan shifted her hands so they were behind his knees and lifted them both off the ground. It looked silly, a little girl like Pan carrying such a big person, but she was Pan and no one doubted she was capable.

"Bulma, may I use a regen tank? Please?" The heartache in her voice made it impossible to say no. Bulma nodded. "Thank you." As Pan headed into the house she was stopped by the voice of her father.

"We want some answers Pan." She nodded her head.

"I know. And after he awakens and we talk to the others you may get your answers." With that partial promise made, Pan walked inside to heal Dragon. Unsure of what to do now and unwilling to wait, the others followed her to Bulma's med lab where they would wait.

Dragon? Phoenix? What is going on? What is Pan hiding? What is this Temple? Who are Spectre and Tink? The questions and more to be answered in the next few chapters of… Of Them All!