Pan's eyes shot open and she stiffened before she realized where she was. Liquid surrounded her, sweet, clean oxygen was fed to her lungs through the mask she wore. She knew then, she was in one of Bulma's tanks. Her eyes peered around and she felt her hand rise to reach out to the switch into the tank. This was not her first time being in one of them. She hit the switch and bubbles rapidly rose from beneath her feet as the liquid began to drain. The bubbles tickled her feet, skimmed over her bared skin, and touched her face. The light caresses that they gave to her skin were gentle and reassuring that she was safe. As the liquid finally emptied she watched the glass before her lower.

And her eyes rose as she heard feet shuffling. They widened though, as she found Trunks standing at the base of the stairs leading into Bulma's lab. Her eyes shifted away from his. She couldn't look him in the eye. She practically failed as a fighter and had succumbed to seducing their enemy in order to kill her. She could not bring herself to look at him after what had happened between the two of them.

She began pulling her IV out of her arm and pulled at the heart monitor pads that stuck to her collarbone. She was nude except for the pair of boy-shorts she wore. And as she pulled her other arm free and tugged her legs out of the holdings, she pulled away the mask she wore. She let the cords and tubes fall loose around her and her hands caught the edges of the tank to pull herself up and to step out. She had believed she was doing well until her footing slipped and suddenly she was caught. Trunks was before her in moments, holding her up and pulling her to stand up straight. "Take it easy, your legs will be weak," he whispered.

She bit into her lip. She had no response to him. And his arm curled about her shoulders to help her walk over to a nearby table. His hands framed her waist, and picked her up to have her sit on the tabletop. He walked to a cabinet, pulled one of the robes out and proceeded to cover Pan. She looked so very fragile, but as she slipped her eyes up to sneak a look at him, she saw he too looked frail.

Trunks did not see her watching him, instead he watched as she struggled to get her fingers to work, to button the lab coat and he smiled brokenly for her. "Let me," he reasoned. Her arms fell to her sides and she merely nodded. His fingers buttoned the coat up and as he began from the bottom and came to the top button he noticed she was trying to look away from him.

"Pan," he began. And her rasping voice said, "Don't, it happened, and we cannot chance the fact that we were forced." He nodded, but said, "We need to talk." He looked at her and his eyes widened at the sight of her fighting back tears. "Pan, I'm sorry," he began. She shook her head. "No, I don't want to talk about that, right now I need to be the one to talk," she demanded, "I killed someone," she whispered, and she looked down at her now healed knuckles. "With bare strength I killed her." She was shaking and Trunks pulled her to him and held her. She said, "Being forced to have sex with you is nothing in comparison to having to kill someone and watch their life bleakly fade from their eyes. I strangled her with brute force, because I could not gather enough energy to free myself from those….those awful bindings." Her arms came up underneath his and she clung to him. "Trunks I was terrified no one would come…"

She sobbed into his chest and he sighed, how wrong he was for needing to speak to her about himself. He never thought she would be traumatized, by killing someone. He merely assumed she was a fighter like himself and someone who could kill. He had forgotten how fragile she could truly be. He felt her stiffen in his arms and she pulled away. He watched as she quickly wiped away her tears and excused, "Sorry, someone, someone is coming down the hallway." She tightened her robe about herself and prepared herself for their next visitor. Trunks turned as the lab door opened.

"Marron," Trunks said. Marron's wide eyes looked at them and Bura came up behind her. "Pan?" Bura called. Pan's eyes looked at Trunks and within moments she collected herself. "I'm here, Trunks was helping me out of the tank." Bura rushed past Marron, and to Pan's side while Trunks turned away from Pan and faced Marron. "Hey," he murmured, a weak smile cracked her lips, "Hey you," she retorted while Bura fussed over Pan. "Really," she said, "he has no shame, coming down here before us while you're naked." Pan's eyes widened at the comment and a smile curled her lips, Bura always fussed over how her brother was such a playboy.

Pan giggled, and Trunks stiffened at the sound of her small laughter. He stood next to Marron and watched Pan begin to laugh harder. Bura's head tilted to one side, "What is so funny?" Pan's arms pulled Bura close and hugged her, "I'm safe and home, and nothing has changed, it makes me so very happy." Bura noted that Pan was clinging to her and she whispered, "Do you want to talk about what happened?" Pan shook her head, "No thank you. But I want a big cup of hot tea and maybe something sweet too." Bura's eyes met Trunks and he quickly looked away, she knew then, something had happened between the two of them. Her father had made sure to tell her not to ask about anything to Trunks.

She laughed, "Sweets? How unlike you Pan." And with that she swung her arm underneath Pan's and Pan curled her arm around Bura's shoulders. "I think we can arrange for that. But first, I brought you some clothes." Pan smiled at her best friend. Bura held out a pair of sweat pants and a sweatshirt, "Comfy right?" Pan's smile broadened as she took them from her and quickly pulled them over her head and pulled the pants onto her legs.

Trunks felt Marron's hand touch his arm. "You okay?" she asked. He merely forced a smile for her and curled his arm around her shoulders and guided her to follow Pan and Bura upstairs. As they revealed themselves out through the garden Bura called out, "Mom?"

Pan's eyes rose and she found her family waiting and only then did she feel herself crumble when her eyes met her mother's. Videl rose herself from her seat and ran over to her daughter while Pan ran up to her. Videl's arms wrapped around her and held her tightly. "Are you okay?" she asked softly and Pan nodded. "I am now," she reassured. Chichi and Bulma walked up to them, Bulma asked, "You hungry? Unfortunately we ate, we didn't know when you would wake up." Pan smiled for her while Bura said, "She wants sweets and a cup of tea." Chichi smiled. "I made some orange cake." Pan's mouth watered and she nodded, "Yes please," she said eagerly.