In the other world
"If I kill him, it won't matter because I'll just destroy his body and take over his life; the only one who would be able to tell is Pan." M.Trunks was walking around in a circle thinking of ways to deal with his younger self. "No, no," he frowned, "Bulma and Vegeta would figure it out."
Goku watched Trunks with a worried expression on his face, "Uhm. Trunks." There was no response, "Trunks?" Again silence, "TRUNKS!"
"WHAT IS IT GOKU?"
"You can't kill him, and you can't blame him either I mean he is you in a weird way."
M.Trunks was furious, "How come she isn't in pain, and all that, shouldn't this be killing her, she's my mate?"
Goku shot him a questionable look that made him explain himself, "I mean I don't want her to be in pain, of course not, I'm just curious, does it mean that our bond wasn't that strong? Or that she doesn't …love me?"
Goku shook his head, "That's not possible Trunks, but my guess is that that the presence of the Trunks of this time is helping in a way to keep her going. It doesn't mean that they're mated or anything, but maybe it's just his presence that dulls the pain."
M.Trunks looked down to his feet and sighed in his heart he knew that this was his fault. He was selfish; he should have put her first. I'm an idiot, he thought to himself. But despite the fact that he knew he had caused this and was in a way grateful to his younger self for at least being there, every time he saw they he looked at Pan, his Pan, it was like torture. His skin crawled, and his insides twisted in pain and fury. He needed to see her, or talk to her, something to let her know, he loved her, and still loves her.
"Goku!" Trunks called.
"Yeah, are you okay now?" Goku asked concerned.
"Could you cal Baba for me, I need to speak to her."
Goku smiled, "Oh sure." Trunks covered his ears.
"BABA! BABA! BABA!"
A miserable pink haired woman the size a regular teddy bear instantly appeared on a floating crystal ball. "Goku, I swear to Dende!"
"I don't need you," Goku smiled sheepishly, "Trunks is the one that wanted to see you."
Baba turned her small head towards Trunks, seemingly more pleasant than before.
"Yes?"
"I need to know something." He said cautiously.
"Obviously," Baba snorted impatiently.
"Is it possible for me to communicate with Pan from here?"
Baba eyed his carefully, there was a brief moment of silence before she decided to answer, "There is no way."
M.Trunks felt entirely defeated, but before he could press for more information Baba spoke again, "unless your bond is strong enough, then there's a possibility you may be able to communicate with her. I have heard cases where spirits have sent messages to their loved ones in their dreams. It might take a few tries until you actually connect though."
Trunks smiled.
On earth
1 month later
Pan was doing much better, despite the recurring nightmares of seeing Trunks die, she had to admit, finally she was doing well. Bra and Goten were always there to make her laugh whenever they got into a fight, and Bra had proved herself to be a very loyal friend, as well as Panny, whom she treated like a little sister. She was doing well in school of course, which made Gohan and Videl incredibly proud and guys tended to stay away from her because Goten and Trunks had a fit the first week every time someone asked her out. Over the past 4 weeks, she and Trunks had spent a lot of time together. He had mysteriously broken up with Marron, but gave everyone the excuse that they had just grown apart. Pan felt weird being around him so much, but whenever they were together she felt warmer and whole. Recently she was helping him prepare for a fighting tournament, that was popular here, she had thought of entering herself, but wasn't sure yet.
Pan laughed, "You're never going to win any kind of tournament if you keep slacking off!"
Trunks scowled, "The only reason I'm getting up right now is because when we train you wear those really cute tights."
She glared at him. "I'm sorry." Trunks whispered, "You don't have to look at me like that."
"You're right I don't have to look at you like that. I'll just add another hour to training."
"I hate you."
Pan smirked, "Don't say that yet. You should wait till I'm done with you."
Trunks got his ass off the couch and walked over to Pan; he brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, and leaned to kiss her cheek. Pan hesitated but decided not to move, she felt his lips on her cheek and waited for him to remove them. When they were off she stared at him in disbelief, "What was that for?"
Trunks shrugged, "I don't know, it's just nice to see you smiling these days."
They stared at each other in silence, no one said a word, and no one moved. After about a minute Trunks was about to apologize but Pan held her hand to his lips, "that cost you two more hours."
"It was worth it."
Pan sighed, "Will you ever shut up?"
He laughed and followed her to C.G.
Goten was just coming out. "Trunks no matter how much you train with Pan you're not going to get anywhere close to me."
"Hey, I take that as an insult Goten!" Pan stated.
"No offence Pan, its not you its you're student."
Pan laughed, "You're probably right."
Trunks went red, "Why am I the one that always gets ganged up on?"
Goten walked out of the gravity chamber laughing, Pan placed her towel on the ground and flew up in the air.
She formed a blast and held it in her hand, "You ready Trunks?"
She hovered over him, taking every breath he had away, "Yeah Pan, I'm ready for you."
5 hours later Trunks and Pan walked out of the chamber, both bruised and in pain.
"That was a good work out Trunks."
"I need water." He gasped.
"I need to get some sleep." Pan yawned.
"It's late Pan," Trunks said checking his watch, "You should just stay here."
"Yeah," Pan agreed, "I'm too tired to fly home anyway, could you call Videl for me? I'm just going to shower at hit the hay."
"Sure Pan. Night."
"Night, Trunks."
Pan showered and eagerly got into bed in the room Trunks used to stay in. It still smelt like him, she smiled somehow not worried about nightmares and drifted into sleep.
Pan saw herself and M.Trunks one night in the past when she was 17. They were in a fight.
"Pan would you just get back here?" He called
His voice was string and smooth, it sent shivers down her spine, she didn't want to fight but she was so upset.
"Trunks, just, just leave me alone."
"Dende, Pan Do you have to be such a brat! I didn't mean it the way it came out."
"Fuck off, Trunks."
His face went red, "I'm not taking that!"
He appeared in front of her and threw her over his shoulder, "What are you doing?" she scowled.
"Taking you somewhere that you won't yell at me."
"Put me down!" she kicked in vain.
Trunks walked all the way to his bedroom, and threw Pan on the bed.
She smirked, "This isn't going to work, and you're not getting off that easy. Not this time."
Trunks lowered himself onto Pan's body, and kissed her cheeks, "Listen to me."
Pan felt the electricity in his kisses, and chest pressed against hers made it hard for her to breathe. She was silent.
"It came out the wrong way, I'm sorry, you really are overreacting." He kissed her nose.
She let a smile escape, "You can kiss me now."
"I've been kissing you," he smirked.
Pan smiled naughtily, 'No baby, I mean kiss me."
The scene went blank, Pan frowned, she had wanted to see the rest. She knew she was dreaming, it was nice to see memories, but there was nothing now. She tried to remember what they had been fighting about.
Then she heard a distant laugh, then a voice, it was strong and smooth, "You had wanted us to move into one room together, and I said no because I thought you were too young, and you like the silly girl you can be took it too far."
"Trunks?"
"Yes baby, it's me."
Pan began to cry, "Why'd you leave me?"
"I know now I was wrong, I regret it everyday."
She looked desperately around the nothingness, "I want to see you. Please?"
"It's you're dream sweetheart, I can't control it, I'd need you're help." Trunks voice was becoming louder, closer.
Pan focused very hard on what she wanted and in a matter of seconds there he was. Seeing him made her realize how stupid she had been to think that his younger self could be anything compared to him, his beauty, his strength. "I was so alone," she cried.
Trunks looked down in shame, "Can you ever forgive me?"
She tried to hold his hand but hers just phased through. Tears escaped her eyes, "I already have."
"I miss you." She whispered.
"I miss you too, I'll be in your dreams Pan, my Pan. " He smiled. "It's time you wake up though."
"Trunks no, please," she begged, "Don't leave me again; I can't go back, to not having you, not again, please..."
She was too late, he had already disappeared, all she could hear was his sweet voice reminding her to dream.
Pan woke up with tears in her deep black eyes.