A/N: My pride and work!! It took me months to write this simple story!!
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Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from DB/Z/GT. Thank you. I do
however own the song I use in this story, I wrote it.
At the beggining of the story...
Pan is: 4
Trunks is: 17
'...'- Logical Thought
*...*- Not Logical Thought
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Save the Last Dance
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I walked outside and sighed. Another baby-sitting time with the
little terror. That's what I thought of her now. The terror. More
frightening than Chi-Chi with a frying pan, or my mother's vocal
chords. Pan.
I shivered as I took to the sky. It was easier to fly over
there anyway. Nothing would change my fate, it would be best to get it
over with sooner. I invisioned what was waiting for me at Gohan's house
and shivered again. How could a little girl fill me with so much fear?
Not that it mattered. If she saw any fright in me whatsoever,
she'd only make the torture worse. And it was bad enough already.
I saw the house already. I must have been flying longer than I
thought. I landed on the ground. Looking up at the house, I could see
the window that led to her room. Where the horror began. I almost
contemplated just turning around and flying straight back home, but I
was the only babysitter Gohan and Videl could get on such short notice.
Oh well. This would be the last time.
I went up and knocked on the door. Videl answered. "Oh, thank
Dende you're here, Trunks. Just on time too," she added. "We can't be
late for that party."
I smiled. "It's no problem, Videl-san," I said. Inside, I was
like, 'Yeah, right!! No problem my ass!! What if she...'
The list of things she could do was endless. Never ending. Kind
of like my mother's mouth. Oh well. I already knew excactly what 'The
Terror' had planned for tonight. And it scared me to death.
Videl smiled. "Come on in. Pan's upstairs playing with her
dolls or something. Gohan and I will be leaving in a minute."
"Right," I said and smiled again. I walked in and went right to
the living room. I saw the phone out of the corner of my eyes and
thought about calling Goten and asking him to babysit instead. If he
was too lazy to fly, he could drive over here. He never minded spending
time with his neice.
'Are you crazy Trunks?' my mind asked me. 'You pefectly
remember what happened last time Goten and Pan were left alone. They
ended up rebuilding the entire house, remember?'
I smiled a third time that night. *Yes, I remember. You just
ruin my entire life. How am I going to get out of this, huh?*
'You aren't.'
*Shut up.*
'I'm a part of you and have a right to be heard.'
*And I have the right to tell you to shut up.*
'But that doesn't mean I have to.'
*If you're not going to be helpful, then go away and stop
bugging me.*
Silence.
*That's better.*
I heard pounding footsteps coming down the stairs and froze.
Those footsteps did not belong to Gohan or Videl. I looked around
frantically for a place to hide and dove behind the sofa. Then I heard
her voice.
"Trunks! I know you're here somewhere!!" Pan called. I heard
her walking around the room looking for me. Then I saw her face peek
into the crack between the sofa and the wall. "Hi!!" she said.
"Hi," I said weakly.
"You silly," she said, giggling. "Get out from behind the
couch!! Mommy and Daddy are leaving soon!!"
I scrambled out. Gohan and Videl were walking past the room.
"Hey guys, have a good night," Gohan said. "And Trunks, you
know where to reach us incase of any emergency."
"Yep," I said. Videl and Gohan walked out the door. I turned to
Pan, who had a maddening smile on her face.
"Come on Trunks," she said and pulled me up the stairs. We went
to her bedroom and the door shut. Pan locked it using the saiyan-proof
lock my mom gave her. "Okay, Trunks. It's time to play."
"Let me out alive, please" I begged.
"Hmm...maybe," Pan grinned. She walked over to her desk and
pulled out make-up. My eyes widened in fear. "Okay Trunks," she said.
"We've got a lovely purple that would match your hair beautifully, or a
pretty sparkly silver."
"I don't care, just let me go," I pleaded. But it was useless.
Pan took out the make-up brush and told me to close my eyes. She spread
some on my face, I could tell.
"Okay Trunks," Pan said. "Pick a dress from the collection I
stole from Mommy!!"
"What if I don't want to?" I said.
Pan's eyes narrowed into slits. She pulled out her secret
weapon, a camera. "Put it on or I'll take pictures once I get it on
you."
"Okay!!" I said. I picked a silver dress to match the make-up
Pan had applied and slid it on over my clothes. I must have looked
absolutely ridiculous, or at least Pan thought so. She started laughing
hysterically. I turned away and started taking the dress back off.
"Trunks!!" I heard her call. I thought that in those few
seconds she had hurt herself or something. I spun around, only to be
blinded by the flash of a camera. "Hahahahahaha!!!" Pan laughed.
"You little rugrat, give me that photo!!" I cried.
"Eat my shorts, boxer boy!!" she cried and ran away.
I pulled the dress off and wiped my face of all the silver
glitter make-up. I used my superb hearing to track down Pan, which
wasn't hard because she was still laughing pretty loudly. I jumped at
her. "Gotcha!! Now give me that picture!!"
Instead, Pan turned around so she was still in my arms but
facing me. She looked at me for a second, and then gave me a small
little kiss on the lips. In the blink of an eye, though, as if she had
only just realised what she had done, Pan blushed, dropped the photo,
and ran to her bedroom.
Shocked, I bent over and picked up the picture that she had
dropped. I sat down on the couch next to me. "Well," I said. "Well."
Pan didn't leave her room for the rest of the night.
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14 years later...
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I walked outside and grinned. Pan had called me over and said
she had some news. I can't help but think that maybe...maybe she could
be pregnant. We didn't really mean to, but one thing led to another...
and we just woke up in the same bed. If so, I'm going to ask her to
marry me now. If not, I still will.
I shivered from the cold as I took off. It was way too late in
the year to be flying, but I wanted to get there as soon as possible.
Something just doesn't seem right about the situation anyway, like
maybe it's not good news. What if something's wrong? I would kill
myself if anything happened to my Pan-chan.
How could a girl fill me with so much love? I loved Pan so
much, I could never let her go. Never.
I saw the house coming into view. It brought back many
memories, some good, some bad, some in between. But as long as it was
with Pan, it was good.
I went up and knocked on the door. Pan answered. "Oh, good
Trunks, you're here. We need to talk. Come on in."
I smiled. "What is this news we need to discuss so urgently?"
Pan sighed. "You know those stupid forms I sent out to those
colleges? Well, I was accepted into one in Los Angeles."
I blinked. I was too shocked to speak. Almost. "But, but Pan,
that's in America!! That's not even in Japan!!"
"I know Trunks. That's why I'm not going. I don't want to leave
you right now."
"No," I said. "No Pan, you should go. I don't want to stand in
the way of you and your future. Something could really come of this
opportuniy and I don't want to ruin it for you."
"Oh Trunks," she said. She ran up to me and hugged me. "Thank
you. I did want to go so much. Thank you."
"Just come back to me, ok?" I asked.
"Of course," she smiled. "I'm gonna set up a plane for
Wednesday night. Term starts next Monday."
"Ok Pan. Just as long as you're happy," I smiled and walked out
the door. As soon as I stepped out, my smile faded. I looked up at the
night sky and made a wish on a shooting star.
"Just as long as you're happy."
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Time went by. Pan called once a month and wrote once a week.
She never could find time to visit though. She was always occupied with
school, but that was ok. Pan was going to have a great future because
of this experience.
Weeks stretched into months and months stretched into years.
Pan wrote frequently, and at the end of every note, she always put, 'I
will see you soon Trunks. Save that last dance for me.'
Which I did. Before I knew it, 5 years had passed. Five years
without Pan. Five years without seeing her beautiful face.

Bulma's POV
One time in the mail, a letter arrived for me with no return
address. I didn't want to open it at first, but then decided to. It
read...
Dear Bulma,
I feel horrible for
not writing to tell you this
earlier, but...well...I'm married.
Rich is a great guy, and I'm sure
I can make everyone see that. I
also have a baby girl named Gogeta.
I could just see Dad and Vegeta
arguing if the baby was mine and
Trunks's. I will be coming to the
upcoming Capsule Corp. bash with
my husband and daughter, but I
would appreciate it if you told no
one. I want it to be a surprise.
Tell Trunks hi for me, ok? I'll
see you all soon.
Love,
Pan

I thought, 'Oh Pan. You have no idea how much pain you will
cause Trunks. No idea.'
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Trunks's POV

It was the big Capsule Corp. ball. I was so nervous. For the
last five years I had just sat around looking bored at these things.
But tonight was different. Tonight Pan was coming.
I waited for her to come for so long. The party was now almost
over. I was beggining to think she had lied and wasn't coming after
all.
Just then, a women who could be no other than Pan walked in the
room. Following her was a man who was carrying a baby. I payed them
little attention. I walked up to Pan.
"Hello Pan," I said. "It's been a long time."
"You're right, Trunks, it has," she said. "I'd like you to meet
my husband Rich and daughter Gogeta," she smiled.
My whole world came crashing down. Husband? Daughter? What
happened?
"Trunks, are you ok?" Pan asked. I wanted so bad to scream at
her, yell, 'No I'm not!! How could you do this to me?!! I was saving
the last dance just for you!!!'
But I said, "Hello Rich. Very nice to meet you. You have a very
lovely daughter as well." Rich smiled.
"Come on, honey," Pan said. "Let's go dance." She then turned
to me. "Save the last dance, Trunks," she pleaded.
I did. I waited for her, though I have no clue why. My heart
was broken. Did she just expect me to run off and love someone else
like she had done? No. No. I could only love my Pan. She might have
been gone now, but she was the only one I could love.
The speaker announced that the last dance of the night was now
started. Pan walked up to me and held out her hand.
"Come on Trunks," she said. I walked up to the floor with her
and started dancing to the slow song.


In another lifetime,
So long ago,
We were together everyday.
But somethings change,
And then we split up,
Going our seperate ways.


I looked down at Pan, who was in my arms. For the first time in
awhile, I felt like I was back with the old Pan. My Pan. The Pan I had
expected to return.


I forgot the way
You smiled at me
And I would smile back at you
And no one ever
Held me as close
As you always do


"Trunks," Pan said.
"What, Panny?" I asked.
"Do you still love me?" she asked. "Do you still love me, like
the love from three years ago?" The question brought tears to my eyes.
"Pan, I love you," I said. "But not that way anymore. I will
always love you, though."
Pan smiled. She looked so happy.
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FLASHBACK
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I looked up at the night sky and made a wish on a shooting
star.
"Just as long as you're happy."
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END FLASHBACK
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So someday, when this is over,
And our lives have passed us by,
I'll sit around and cry,


And you'll say...


'Reach for me,
Reach for me,
Together, forever, we'll always be,
If you just reach for me.'


The way he looks at you
With cloudy eyes
And I am wishing you chose me.
You know it's not hard,
It's easy to tell
That you love just cannot be


Cuz with my love I'll
Set you and I free
That's not a rumor, that is fact.
And no diamond ring,
No blank eyes, no
Fake smile can change that.


So someday, when this is over,
And our lives have passed us by,
I'll sit and watch you cry,


And I'll say...


'Reach for me,
Reach for me,
Together forever we'll always be,
If you just reach for me.'


Hold on to me and
I'll hold on to you
It is okay to make mistakes
You can't blame yourself
I'll have you again
No matter how long I have to wait...


'Reach for me,
Reach for me,
Together forever we'll always be,
If you just reach for me.'


I couldn't hold it in anymore. I took off running away from
Pan. I just couldn't stand anymore. I heard my name called, but I payed
no attention. I just ran and started my car.


Reach for me...


I drove till daybreak, then I drove some more. I finally
stopped at a four-way stopped. I got out of my car and pondered about
which way to go. A truck stopped and a woman got out.


Reach for me...


"Can I help you?" she asked with a kind voice.
"Yes," I said. "I was wondering which way was best to go."
"Well," she said. "Going left will take you straight to Osaka,
going right will take you to the ocean, and straight will take you
through Kobe to Hiroshima," the woman said. "It's all a matter of where
you want to go."


Reach for me...


"Thank you," I said. "Thank you very much."
I got in my car and drove away. I headed straight, to Hiroshima
and caught a plane to anywhere. I didn't even know where I was going. I
just knew I was never coming back.


Reach for me.