Disclaimer: The usual stuff

Author's notes: Sorry for the extremely short chapter, minna-san. Just thought it was better to end it there.

A flower by any other name...
by Reiyuka

Vegeta furiously paced around his gravity chamber, waiting in annoyance for that blasted son of his. He couldn't help glaring upwards, at where Goku was supposed to be. "Kakkarot! Answer me!" He'd grumbled the words before he was even aware of the need to talk to him.

Yes, Vegeta? resounded in his head, and the prince jumped backwards a little, yet recomposing himself immediately afterwards. "I thought you could hear me. Where is she?" Folding his arms over his chest, Vegeta scowled at the ceiling of the gravity chamber. Where's who? Goku sounded completely clueless, and Vegeta –so- wished the man was alive, just so that he could kill him again. "Your granddaughter, fool. Who else?" Oh, right...forgot about that. Sorry, man, can't tell ya.

His usual scowl became even worse, "Excuse me?! And why not?" 'Cause she asked me not to. came his amused reply. Besides, I'm not really sure about where she is, and I'm sure she'll take care of herself. I'll keep you posted on her condition.

With that, the conversation was over and Vegeta started to power up out of pure frustration. Even when Trunks, who looked rather pale, entered the chamber, he couldn't stop.

Trunks looked at his father patiently, surprised about his behaviour. Yet he had been more surprised about his relationship with Pan. At first he'd wondered why she didn't come to him with her problems. Of course, him actually being one would've made that quite difficult. But he couldn't see why she didn't talk to him, or even his sister, about other problems.

Then it occurred to him that he hadn't really been acting fair towards her. He'd only had eyes for Marron, who now looked so ordinary in comparison to Pan. Not being a complete dolt when it came to love, Trunks had indeed noticed that Pan liked him more then just being her best friends older brother. He never would've guessed that she actually loved him. Up until now, though, he hadn't really cared. She was just cute little Son Pan, the sweet yet annoying friend of his sister and the granddaughter of his father's enemy.

In his eyes, she had never been that surprisingly smart and beautiful woman he'd seen on that screen today. Nor was she the depressive knot that he'd witnessed on that screen. She was just a kid, cheerful and outgoing and always in for a fight. Guess he'd been wrong about more things lately.

Looking back at his dad, his frustration started to rise. If he'd known, why didn't he tell him?! 'I'm his only son, dammit! Don't I deserve some happiness?' Trunks clenched his fists, annoyed and angry. Feeling his ki rise, Vegeta looked at his son and without much of a warning; they flew at each other, throwing kicks and punches while dodging at the same time. Both the proud Saiyin prince as his son loved the same girl, both unwilling to even think about. The Prince because he still tried to convince himself that he was incapable of love. The son because he had successfully convinced himself that Marron was right for him. Her silly little ways annoyed him to no end at times, yet her sweet character and her beauty had been more then enough for him to link their future. But when he had seen his father and mother, both so distant towards one another yet so close by an invisible bond, he'd realised that Marron wasn't right for him, even though he wanted her to be. 'I guess it's true what they say', Trunks thought while blocking a kick from his father and returning a punch only a nanosecond later, 'You don't know what you've got until it's gone.'