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Pan lay quietly, her tears finally stopped, the only sound in the room, the occasional soft drip of the IV. She didn't want this to be real….she couldn't imagine never walking again….The doctor had said there was only a chance….so that meant there had to be a chance that she would walk again, right? She sighed as darkness descended on her thoughts. All she could think of was that now that she couldn't walk, she doubted she would be able to feel anything below her waist, which meant she would never again know the pleasure she shared with Vegeta for that one perfect moment….and how would she tell him she was pregnant? A million thoughts flew through her mind….the pity looks she would get….the way everyone would treat her would change…..

"DAMN IT!"

Pan slammed her fist into the side of the bed, over and over as she cursed herself for being so foolish, so careless and stupid in her actions. Her knuckles were bloody by the time she stopped, and gasped for air. She blinked back angry tears as she half laughed to herself. This was karma, her punishment for falling in love with Vegeta, for sleeping with him…..poor Bulma would be crushed when she found out….if she found out.

Just then the door to her room creaked open and Trunks slipped in. The look on his face was too much. There was so much guilt and pity there. She couldn't stand to see him look that way.

"Pan?"

"Hey…" she replied, reaching one hand out to him.

She saw the look on Trunk's face when she reached out her hand, the look that clearly meant more than any words could ever say. A look almost like relief washed over him at that outstretched hand.

Trunks was cautious as he stumbled forward and took Pan's hand in his. Her hand was always smaller than his, but seeing her like this, now, in the bed , she looked so helpless. Her hand was cold in his as he wrapped his hand tightly in hers to warm it.

"I don't know what to say….I feel like saying I'm sorry wouldn't be enough….But I am Pan…I'm sorry…I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I would never hurt you, you have to know that. I could never hurt the most important person in my life. I'm so sorry Pan…."

Tears fell from Trunk's eyes in rivers and guilt filled Pan's heart. She was the one who should be sorry. Trunks loved her, truly loved her and she had betrayed him with his father…..he would never forgive her and she didn't deserve to be forgiven.

"Trunks….it's okay….really….it was an accident. I know you didn't mean to hurt me….you never would. I've always known that….You didn't mean to let that blast get away from you. I should have paid better attention but I didn't. "

" It's not okay Pan! How can you even forgive me for this? I heard the doctor….I really messed you up….because of me you may never walk again! How can you forgive me for that?" Trunks sobbed as he buried his head in Pan's lap, his heart breaking over having hurt the woman he loved.

"Because I love you….that's how…..I know you didn't do it to hurt me….it was an accident Trunks. Just an accident….please don't cry anymore….please….."

Pan slowly ran her fingers through Trunk's hair. She didn't want him to beat himself up over what had happened. It had been a horrible accident and she knew that. And she knew that Trunks knew that. But she knew this side of him, the emotional side that sometimes could get the best of him. It was a side only she had really gotten to see.

"At least I won't have to worry about you training anymore," Trunks said with a half smile.

Pan frowned, a sense of anger coming over her then. Her training was important to her, Trunks knew that. Why would he suddenly make such a harsh comment on something that mattered to her so much?

"You were always getting hurt training. Especially lately, Dad is way too rough with you….I don't like how hurt you were…..how rough he always is with you….maybe if he hadn't been so rough with you, you might have been able to move in time…."

"Wait….are you blaming Vegeta for this?"

"Well if he wasn't so rough-"

"Your dad and my training had nothing to do with this! Your dad isn't the one who lost control, you were! And he was never so rough that I couldn't handle myself against him! I got hurt because you don't train nearly enough and were screwing around with my uncle instead of concentrating on what you were doing! Maybe if you trained more this wouldn't have happened and I'd still be whole!"

Pan's hands flew to her mouth, surprised by her own outburst. She didn't mean what she had said, not really, even if some of it was true. Trunks hadn't been paying attention, even if he had tried to keep that blast in check he should have been watching what he was doing. A part of her wanted to blame Trunks but she couldn't put it all on him, she should have been better watching her surroundings instead of getting lost in Vegeta's gaze. Pan blinked back tears, just thinking of Vegeta made her heart break.

"I don't get you….," Trunks said standing up," I always knew you were close with my Dad, he really helped you when your parents died…..but now you're sitting here screaming at me like I kicked your favorite puppy all because I said something about him. You treat him better than you do me and I'm your boyfriend…."

"That isn't it! You're blaming him for something that wasn't his fault , and you're making it seem no big deal that I can't train like I used to. Well, let me fill you in on something mister! Just because I can't use my legs, doesn't mean I'm useless or that I can't train! I'm still going to keep training in whatever way I can! So leave your dad out of this!"

The look on Trunk's face when he looked at Pan was something she had never seen in his eyes before….it was a cross between anger and disgust.

"There you go again….Why don't you just screw him already and get it over with."

Pan's eyes went wide at his words, caught somewhere between guilt and being hurt.

"How dare you?"

"Pan I-"

"Get out!"

"Pan, I didn't mean it!"

"GET OUT!" she screamed, throwing the vase of flowers on her side table at him.

Trunks managed to duck out of the room just as the vase slammed into the closed door, shattering the glass everywhere. Pan sighed looking down at all the broken glass, water and wasted flowers and shook her head. What a waste….

Still trembling a little with anger Pan through the covers back scooting down until her legs hung over the edge of the bed, fighting with the growing sense of nausea and the pain that rushed through her. She bit her lip, cutting off the sounds of pain that wanted to slip past her lips. Slowly pan took a deep breath as she looked from her legs to the floor. The doctor had only said there was a chance she might not walk, that didn't mean she couldn't…..it was just a possibility.

Slowly, Pan lowered her legs to the floor and slipped off the bed. She wobbled and waved on unsteady legs for the briefest of moments before pain shot through her body and she sprawled across the cold hard floor of her room with a heavy thump. She lay there for the longest time, feeling water from the broken vase soak into her top as she fought the tears the threatened to spill. This was not happening. This was not happening. This was not happening…It was happening…. She knew the moment she couldn't feel the cold tile floor against her feet that something was wrong.

Tears slipped past her eyes as she slammed her fists into the mess she had caused on the floor, not realizing she had slammed her hands into the mess she made, wincing when the glass cut into her arm. Shaking her head, Pan dragged herself back over to the bed, wincing with each movement. Panting softly Pan laid her head against the bed, something in the window catching her eye. Where was that light coming from?

Carefully, Pan attempted to float, finding that if she was careful of how she moved, she could. She bit her lip as she looked down at her useless legs and wanted to scream in rage at the rest of the world. Floating herself over to the window she stared out. Someone was in the gravitation room. Was it Vegeta? Who else would be out there this late?

Pan shoved at the window pushing it open and shivering against the cold blast of air, carefully slipping out of it. She didn't even notice the blood dripping down her arm from the cut she'd gotten from the vase. It was as if she was in a daze, and the rest of the world didn't seem to exist. She began to doubt it was Vegeta as she got closer. She couldn't feel him, it was as if she was completely cut off from him, and that alone made her feel more lonely and empty than she had in a long time.

Keying in the code to the gravitation room and floated herself in, blinking against the light and found herself face to face with ….

"Vegeta….."

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