That's right folks, no your eyes do not deceive you! The second chapter. That was fast, huh? Alright, alright, no need to give me death glares!

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Chapter 2

A steady beeping sound is what Pan was met with when she finally came to. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, unwilling to face the light of a new day. The world of her dreams remained dark, but the real world was, if possible, even worse. Although both were filled with pain and anguish, her dreams remained just that: dreams. Nothing real that could potentially cause her harm. But her real life was, well, real. The sadness she felt could and would hurt her. Her body ached with the magnitude of it all; this was her life.

The beeping wasn't helping much either. As each minute passed, Pan got more and more annoyed by that awful sound repeating beside her ear. She contemplated blasting whatever it was; it wouldn't be the first alarm clock to meet its end by her hand.

But this thought made no sense. She did not recall setting an alarm clock, or having a planned engagement for which she had to wake up for. Trunks was not there so he didn't have to get up for work…

I beat of hope surged through Pan. Perhaps it had all been a dream; a cruel joke played on her by the gods. Maybe Trunks really was lying beside her, refusing to get up for a day of work he so dreaded. With that thought in mind, Pan's eyes shot open and she sat up quickly.

A wave of pain and nausea greeted her openly, an indicator of the false nature of her hope. Her heart sank as she screamed out in reaction to the overwhelming spasms of pain that shot through her body, resting in the pit of her stomach. She quickly leaned over the bed and threw up anything that was in her stomach.

Hurried footsteps marked the arrival of two or three people. In no time Bulma, Gohan and Videl rushed into the room where Pan lay on a white bed with a heart monitor beeping away to her right.

"Pan!" Her mother cried.

"Pan, are you okay?" Gohan asked.

"Pan, how are you feeling?" Bulma inquired.

Pan raised her eyebrows "Look beside my bed and you'll find out" she informed Bulma. Turning to her parents she asked, "What am I doing here?"

The room got very quiet. Bulma, having seen Pan's sick on the floor, had rushed out of the room to find a cleaning robot to take care of the mess. Gohan was looking at his feet, avoiding Pan's eyes, while Videl had become very interested in the window above Pan's bed, her hands playing with the loose threads on the bottom of her sweater.

Minutes passed as Pan looked from one of her parents to the other, attempting to decipher their thoughts through the silence.

"What?" She asked cautiously. Gohan opened his mouth as if to reply, but swiftly closed it again. Words defeated him. How could he tell her without loosing his little girl forever?

"What?" Pan repeated, annoyance flooding her system, anger taking over. Recognizing the symptoms of a tantrum in her grown daughter, Videl grabbed Pan's shoulder in reassurance. She took a deep breath ad sat on the bed beside her child.

"Pan." she paused, wondering how best to phrase the bad news. "Pan," she started again "You had a seizure while you were sitting on the roof. You fell…" Tears began to well up in her eyes and I was all Videl could do to continue.

"You were screaming, shaking. Bulma, she…well she had to tranquillize you to get you to stay still. You were unconscious. She ran some tests and…" Videl trailed off, tears winning the battle. She was unable to speak. Gohan came to the rescue.

"Pan." Pan looked at him, body stiff with worry and anticipation. "I'm sorry. But the baby" he took in a deep breath, "the baby is gone."

Pan shook her head in denial, hand instantly flying to her stomach. But he was right. She felt no KI. Her last link to Trunks had been ripped away from her in a similar fashion as to how Trunks has been.

Bulma returned with the cleaning robot and, upon feeling the tense atmosphere in the room attempted to diffuse the tension. However it had been her son, now her grandson to be taken. She was thankful that Vegeta, Bra and little Gogeta were still there. She sighed, abandoning her attempt, and stood there, waiting for Pan to react.

Pan was shaking from the very core it seemed. Nothing mattered anymore. She stood suddenly and ran from the room.

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Vegeta's training was harder than usual. He had more stress and anger to vent. The conditions were beginning to get to him, but he didn't dare stop. Punch for punch, kick for kick Vegeta fought against the pain, the disappointment, the sorrow. This was his element, where he was pure Sayain again, free of emotion. It was times like these when he regretted giving in to love. He hated the stupid emotion. All it brought was anger and hurt. But there was no way to revert back to the way he had been, though he longed to. He longed to not stop caring that his son was missing. He longed to stop caring that Bra's brat had taken after Kakarot, another way the third class buffoon surpassed him. He longed to stop caring that Pan's brat was gone, and if Trunks didn't come back, the one worthy Sayian on Earth other than himself would revert into nothingness and cease to be great.

At that moment, the door to the Gravity Room burst open and there stood Pan, still in her hospital gown. However this was not the sad depressed Pan he had known for the past five months. This was an angry, carnal Sayain out for blood. The moment she passed the threshold and the door had slammed shut behind her, Pan turned instantly Super Sayain and charged Vegeta.

Smirking, Vegeta realized that he had been wrong, though he never would admit it. Pan would always be Sayain. Her raw anger and therefore need for a fight rolled off her in waves. Vegeta met her hit for hit. This was how he would make it through: with his daughter in law (for all intensive purposes) in the gravity room. They would face the situation like Sayains.

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Training, meditating, resting, eating. Eating, training, meditating, resting. Resting, eating, training, meditating. Meditating, resting, eating, training. Training, meditating, resting, eating. Eating, training, meditating, resting. Resting, eating, training, meditating. Meditating, resting, eating, training.

Goku's schedule was packed with new things ever day. How else to spent time dead. Once again a grown man, Goku had little else to do but advance. This time around, however, there was only one difference: his tail. It made him stronger and therefore lifted him to new heights in his training. In addition, his appetite had grown, if possible. A fact that King Kai remained determinedly rejecting.

But the newest thing was a secret. Goku had learned of this secret not long after returning to the other world. The secret was this: his Goku managed to ascend for the fifth time, he would be named the overall guardian on the planet of his choice. Not only, but he would have immortality until which time he chose to move on. And so Goku continued:

Training, meditating, resting, eating. Eating, training, meditating, resting. Resting, eating, training, meditating. Meditating, resting, eating, training. Training, meditating, resting, eating. Eating, training, meditating, resting. Resting, eating, training, meditating. Meditating, resting, eating, training.

This was his ticket, his goal. There was no time to even check up on the situation of earth. The Z-fighters, he knew, would take care of things until he returned. Until then, they were on their own.

You know what to do.