Pan watched the rain fall in small drip and drops as she drove along the highway and she sighed as she rested a hand on the steering wheel and cruised along the freeway. She pressed a forefinger to the radio button and as the music streamed to her ears she realized she hadn't felt this comfortable in a long time. She drove through the city, past the piers of water and out to the CC's main warehouse where most cars and stock models were stored and felt a grin break her solemn face as she saw Bulma and Paulo waiting for her. She parked and stepped out of the low car and shut the door behind her as she tightened her jacket about her shoulders, trying to shelter herself from the frosty weather. Paulo's laughter sounded and Pan found him laughing with Bulma.

"We were wondering if you were even going to make it," Paulo joked and Pan forced her laughter.

He would never know why she'd been at that diner, no one would except Bulma. And as she looked at her Bulma merely smiled with understanding and motioned her inside. "Trunks just called he should be here soon," she announced. Pan arched a brow. "Is that merely a warning?" she joked.

"No, it's an understanding that you follow the rules."

The smart ass voice came from inside and Pan watched as Marron stepped out. She scowled. "What are you doing here?" she groused, Bulma smiled for them. "Marron merely wants to watch that's all, she won't get in the way," she reasoned and Pan turned to step further into the warehouse, choosing not to speak another word, knowing if she did she'd shove herself down.

"What do you want me to wear?" she asked gently, "Something that represents you," Bulma commented and Pan grinned as she came upon a pair of ragged jeans and a red shirt, as she looked through the endless racks of clothes, she held them out.

"How about a child to present? May I alter these?" she asked and Bulma smiled at her, "Of course." Then Pan's eyes brightened, "But because it's an October issue we can play up the Halloween costumes!" she exclaimed.

"Mom why exactly am I out here?" Trunks's voice sounded and all eyes went to him before Pan held her head high and ignored him as she walked into the dressing room. "Paulo," she called, "I'll need you." He went after her like an obedient dog.

Trunks walked to Bulma and arched a brow, "Why are you giving me that look?"

"You're over an hour late," she hissed and he shrugged, "So was Pan," he reasoned and her eyes narrowed, "how did you-"

"I followed her here," he stated firmly, "Do you know what she did before this?" he asked and she arched a brow, "Indulge me."

"She had breakfast with a man and some kid." Her eyes went wide. "What?" she whispered before pulling him to a more private area. He nodded, "Yeah, some guy from star city, she met him for breakfast with his kid." She sighed then and shook her head. "Oh, I got all worried for a sec," she murmured before smiling at him. "He must be Brak, he's a college friend of Pan's, he lost his wife a few years ago and Pan was with him when he found out." Trunks arched a brow, "How did she-"

"Car wreck." He felt his chest tighten. 'I don't enjoy driving in the rain,' Pan's words rung in his ears and he sighed. "So that's why she wanted to walk home," he murmured and Bulma frowned, "What are you talking about?" He looked at her with concern in his eye, "It was raining last night, and Pan didn't want to drive home so she walked."

"You didn't offer her a ride?" she scolded and he bit back, "I did so, but she declined saying she wanted to walk, she came with Bura so I guess her car was at home anyways. Plus Bura and Goten finally got together so I guess she didn't want to be bothered with them either."

Pan walked out and Trunks went dead still, she wore a ripped up red shirt that strategically covered her breasts and a pair of torn Capri with a red bandana in her hair. "Girl I remember you when you wore this," Paulo said sadly, "I'm so glad these days are over."

She smiled then and winked at him, "Where do you want me Paulo?"

Trunks felt a naughty thought cross his mind. The thought of her sprawled out as a spread in a magazine…one of Roshi's magazines. And his mind wandered while he remembered what her body had felt like under his touch. She had been so soft…

"Sweetheart?" He looked back at Marron and she cast a worried look at him. "You alright?" she pondered and he nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine," he reasoned. Marron was trying to be the little wife while they were out in public and as her arm slipped upon his forearm and wrestled himself free, "Don't."

She pouted, "That's something you've been saying a lot lately," she whined, then leaned up to his height and whispered into his ear. "Why are you here anyways? You know she won't look at you after what you told her before, plus I'm your fiancée not her," she hissed deadly. He rolled his shoulder sending her off of him, he looked down at her, "If you don't stop hanging on me you won't get jack shit out of this." She smiled for him. "Oh, stop complaining honey, you're gaining a profit from it as well so stop complaining."

Marron looked back at Pan and arched a brow, "Pan your hip is too sharp," she commented and Pan flipped her off, "Marron I was a swimsuit model for a year in America I'm pretty sure I know what to do." Marron gaped at her and whipped around to Bulma, "Did you see what she did?!" she demanded and Bulma merely arched a brow, "You were the one antagonizing her."

Paulo laughed and Marron huffed while a small smile curled Trunks's lips. Pan knew how to keep Marron on the run for her money. "Alright girl, next costume." It went like this for almost an hour before Pan looked down up at the nearby clock and the camera snapped, "Wonderful!" Paulo shouted, "Last one."

She nodded then and Trunks watched as she merely curled her clothes up underneath her arm and slipped her jacket on before rushing to Bulma, "I've got to go." Bulma merely nodded and nodded a head to the door, "Go on." Pan waved to Paulo and took a speedy exit without giving another look to either Trunks or Marron.

He walked to his mother as she walked out and leaned into her height, "So what do you know?" he pondered at her and she merely took a long drag on the cigarette she held and blew it at him, he coughed and she cackled, "More than you'll ever know."

And with that she took her leave taking a long drag on her cigarette.