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Pan woke up with a jolt, screaming in pure anger and agony. Videl and Gohan crashed through her door, having fell over each other in the process. Videl grabbed Pan and pulled her into an embrace. Gohan pushed his glasses back onto his face as he sat on the edge of her bed and stroked her hair, putting it behind her ear.
"What happened? Did you have a nightmare?" Gohan looked at her worriedly.
Pan wanted to say why she was upset, but Vegeta's warning resonated within her heart and mind. If you tell anyone about this before we do, you all will have to fight me and Goku. If that happens, Goku will take Bulla and I will take Pan. One way or another, the Saiyans will live on.
I don't want to go with Vegeta… and I'm positive Grandpa doesn't want Bulla! "Y-y-yeah. A nightmare." She closed her eyes tight. She felt ashamed and scared for lying to her father.
In his large room at Capsule Corp. Trunks lay staring at the ceiling, his father's warning echoing in his mind. Everything about this was wrong. No one consented to anything. It was arranged for them for the sake of preserving a warrior race. I like Pan. She's a great kid with a spunk in her step, but I can't look at her as wife material, let alone girlfriend material. She just isn't for me. Especially since everytime I look at her, I still see that toddler who chanted number one at the tournament.
Goten, though he was able to sleep, was not sleeping peacefully. He grinded his teeth and sweat profusely as his eyes twitched. Chichi stood in the doorway, worried for her son. She went back to her room to find Goku sleeping almost the same way as Goten, all thanks to Vegeta's warning to the kids. "What in the world is going on with those two lately," Chichi whispered to herself. She climbed into bed with him, gently rubbing his shoulders.
Bulla tried to distract her mind by picking out outfits for the next seven days. It wasn't working too well since she still cried, but she didn't give up.
Vegeta, on the other hand, slept well for the first time in weeks, knowing his race will be preserved. He doesn't at all think the kids will say anything, so he isn't worried about having to marry Pan.
The next morning, Trunks slumped as he floated downstairs into the kitchen where he found Bulla passed out on a plate of pancakes.
"Good thing she forgot to put syrup on them. Poor kid," Trunks muttered.
The first thing he did was make a pot of coffee. The smell effectively woke up Bulla. "Hey. Want a cup?" Bulla yawned and nodded. Once the coffee was done brewing he poured her a cup and set it in front of her. Before he could give her cream and sugar, she downed it.
"More please."
He just blinked in surprise before pouring more coffee in her mug. She stared at him without taking a sip. When he didn't do anything, she grew irritated. "Bro. Cream and sugar?"
He rolled his eyes at her. "Oh now you want some." He lamely tossed cream and sugar packets at her. Lightning quick, she grabbed all the packets before they could land on her. The two sipped their coffee in silence.
"Is mom up yet?" Asked Bulla.
"Nope."
"Good. Because I propose we run away. Let's take Goten and Pan with us just so dad doesn't try to marry her."
"Dad's not going to get with Pan. Even if we rebel. The worst he'll do is beat us up to a pulp, make us think he'll kill us until we promise to go through with their plan. They really can't make us get married, right? Won't mom and Chichi disagree?"
Bulla's eyes lit up. "You're right! If mom and Chichi find out, they'll be pissed!"
"Yeah. All we gotta do is wait."