Roses are red violets are blue I don't own dragon ball so lawyers don't sue.

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Character Ages

Andrew: 7

Pan: 7

Trunks: 8

Bra: 7

Goten: 8

Marron: 8

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Prologue Part 3: Double the Burden

Six Months Later, Gohan's Residence

Andrew scribbled randomly on the sheet of paper in front of him, not really paying attention to the physics book laid out in front of him. There was something wrong, he had a gut feeling, but couldn't put his finger on it. His mother's pregnancy was coming along quickly, almost too quickly. Her Ki was all over the place now, which made sense to him considering she was sharing with another being, but something still felt off. She had gotten bigger than he anticipated, and she was eating a lot. It wasn't necessarily that anything was going wrong with his mother, it just felt weird. His musings were interrupted by a wad of paper hitting him upside the head. He glared over at the girl who had thrown it. Pan grinned at him in an innocent manner and leaned back on her hands where she sat next to a tree at the edge of their yard.

"Oh, come on Andrew, I know you're not really mad! What's going on in that thick noggin of yours? You're obviously not doing any actual work there. I mean, you just drew a rather bad rendition of a cat…." She trailed off when she realized that she wasn't exactly sure what she was looking at, considering it didn't look like any cat that existed in real life, and it was pooping a rainbow. "Why does it have a toaster pastry for a body?"

Andrew didn't answer her question, and he tried desperately to keep glaring at her, but he just couldn't do it. Sometimes it felt like she was the only person he could relax around other than his other sister. He chuckled and rolled his eyes before leaning back on his hands too, pondering the strange cat thing he had drawn, and finding no explanation as to what it was.

"You don't need to worry about what's going on in my brain Pan, I'm just worried about mom is all. Besides I already did all this stuff a couple weeks ago so that I could get ahead of my studies. Heh, more than anything I just try to help you with yours. Though I don't know why you agreed to study under her, when she said you could go to school instead. Even though she gave me the same choice, and I decided not to go to school I don't understand why you made the same choice as me. It's basically all you get to do anymore, and you're doing it voluntarily…"

Pan slumped to the side, resting her head on one of her hands and she half-heartedly glared at him as he trailed off, "Why do you have to be so darn smart? You're making me look bad! And anyways you didn't answer my question… Why does that cat have a -"

"Toaster pastry body? You know I honestly have no idea… my hands kind of just do their own thing when my mind runs off like that. With that he promptly crossed out the doodle of the cat-thing and shut his book. He sighed as he looked at his sister, who was watching him from where she sat. It occurred to him that he really owed her a lot, matter of fact he really owed both his sisters a lot. Him and their mom returned home only a few days after he had returned to the lookout, and he explained everything to both his sisters about what was going through his head and how he was feeling. They both seemed to accept how he was feeling, and they didn't judge him for it and just helped him through this tough time as best they could. He was truly lucky to have people like them in his life.

Pan glanced at Andrew a moment and then stared at the gras, pulling some leaves and flowers and braiding them together absent-mindedly, "Hey Andrew… I've been meaning to ask you. Why did you decide to tell me all this stuff? I mean, you have your blood related sister, and all your other friends, right? So… Why was I included?" She blanched at the hurt look he gave her. He hadn't really expected such an innocent question to send such a sharp pain through his gut. She began to stammer, and Andrew realized he must have let it show on his face. "N-Not that it's a bad thing, in fact I'm really happy you told me everything. I just don't know why you trust me."

He softened his glare and stared at his hands. They look exactly as they did that day. All of those friends she means, are friends of my fathers. Were it not for him, I wouldn't even be a passing thought for any of them. Now I just know that no matter what they say, I'm still carrying the blame in their eyes. My mother too, even if she has started to move on. They know it was my fault. But Pan…

"It's because… well... It's because you aren't someone who had the same type of relationship to our father as the others." he said hesitantly. "You and our other sister are the only people I can confide in who wasn't attached to our father in the same way as the others. I couldn't face any of them without knowing that I was the cause of their grief. Both of you listen to me because it's me. To both of you I'm not the son of Gohan, I'm Andrew."

"But what about our mom? Why don't you go to her ever? I've seen how you act around her, and I know that you just put on a mask for her, so she doesn't have to worry." Said Pan with a slightly frustrated look on her face.

Damn she's good at this. She knows me better than I thought, said Andrew in his mind, before he said out loud, "I killed her husband and left our unborn siblings and both of you without a father. It's not exactly a comfortable relationship anymore."

Silence reigned in the meadow by their home. The light breeze picked up a slight chill in the autumn air and brought a fresh scent of fallen leaves. Andrew looked up into the night sky and watched a flock of water fowl flying over.

"You know, you're her child too. Maybe not by blood but you are still her child she still loves you the same as the rest of us." Said Pan after a moment. Andrew dropped his gaze from the sky to see Pan looking at him with a hurt frown. She was worried about him and it was showing.

"Pan please, I don't want to go over this again." he sighed. "I may still be her adopted child, but the moment I let her down, and dad died, was the moment I gave up the right to be her son. I love her, but I refuse to think of myself as her son. Son's don't kill their parents."

Pan didn't say anything in response, she just sat there staring at the grass and flowers she was braiding. She paused and held it up for Andrew to see. It was a simple ring, too small to have fit on anyone's finger but maybe a small child, but it was beautiful. The different colors of grass and the different flowers blended together to make it multi-colored and the imprecise pattern gave it the illusion of it being made by nature. "Andrew, I think I know what you're feeling. Before you came into our lives I lost both my parents when Buu attacked and I remember what it felt like. But you're the closest friend I have, and you're like a big brother to me, even though we're not related by blood I feel that we are at how close I am to you. Just know that no matter what it's about, you can always come talk to me alright?"

She passed the ring of grass and flowers into his palm, wrapping his hand in her two smaller ones and smiling weakly at him. He could feel his eyes burning and fought to keep the tears back. It had been months since he cried, and he was determined to keep any weakness from showing ever again. Finally, he managed to clear his throat of the lump that threatened to strangle him, "Thank you Pan. I honestly don't know what I'd have done without you."

She smirked at him and raised an eyebrow, poking him on the left side of his forehead where the scar started, "If I had to guess, you would have gone crazy, flown around in small circles like a beheaded flying chicken, and crashed into some more trees, huh monkey boy? I think I'm going to start calling you Pretty boy George."

Andrew pouted at her and rubbed the left side of his face, "That's not very nice Pan and you know that wasn't intentional."

Pan giggled and pushed Andrew over. He huffed and sat back up, mock-glaring at her.

"ANDREEWWW! PAAAANNN! DINNER!"

Andrew and Pan both looked towards their house where Videl was waving at them, her bulging belly obvious, even from this distance. Pan got to her feet and sprinted towards the house, calling over her shoulder, 'Last one there has to clear the table!"

Andrew chuckled and looked at the ring in his hand. It meant a lot to him to hear Pan say that he was like a brother to her. It made her even more important, even more precious in his eyes. The ring was a memento to that feeling, and he decided he would make sure that it would stay as it was for as long as he lived. Pushing some of his energy into his hand, he laced it into the fibers of the grass, causing it to glow slightly before returning to its original color. The fibers of grass and flowers had all melded together, leaving the ring in a solid band of multiple colors. He smiled and tucked it into his jeans pocket before sprinting towards the house himself.

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Well There's part 3 and the final part of the prologue hope you all enjoyed it. Don't forget to review and tell me what you guys think, and if you have any questions feel free to PM me or leave it in a review. Also, if you lovely people have any constructive criticism for me I'd love to hear it so it can help me improve as a writer.

And just a heads up the next chapter might be a little confusing so all I ask is that you continue to read this story because everything will make a lot more sense later on in the story I'd say it'll start to make a lot more sense by Chapter 15, 16, or 17. (Not including the Prologues) But it shouldn't be so confusing that is unbearable to read, you should get bits and pieces of what's going on throughout the story even before chapters 15, 16, and 17, but I'll be dropping a major bombshell sort to speak in chapters 15, 16, or 17. And again thank you all for reading and I hope all you lovely people have a fantastic rest of your day.

Until Next Time…

Andrew