Ok, I don't know how many of you were looking forward to this, but this is the end. Like
the other chapters, it will be short, but hopefully you will enjoy it. Many thanks to Klara
in Flares for letting me plagiarize her work and to my readers. And thx Fluffy for
reminding me I still needed to finish this story.

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Chapter Four


Goten and Trunks flew towards Tokyo, with Yamcha following far behind. His eyes were
almost swollen shut, so he couldn't fly any faster. He kept up by following his friend's ki
signatures…but they were still flying to fast.


"Hey, could you slow it down a bit," he managed to mumble in spite of his broken jaw.


The pair of Saiya-jins just rolled their eyes and powered up to reach their destination
faster, leaving Yamcha coughing in their vapor trail.


After a few moments, they touched down on a not-so busy street on the edge of the
Juuban District. Goten and Trunks looked around as the dark-haired baffoon fell out of
the sky, landing in the middle of the street. As he looked up, he noticed an oncoming car.
In the nick of time, he rolled out of the way and smiled. He then dusted off and turned
around…right into a motorcycle. Yamcha flew several feet back and landed on a young
woman. Before he could react, the girl kicked him off and slapped him across his already
broken face.


"JERK," the blonde woman shouted as she tried to fix her oddly styled hair. Yamcha
noticed this, and pointed.


"Hey, your hair looks like dumplings," he said, almost smiling. The young woman's eyes
turned red and flames seemingly engulfed her.


"Leave my hair ALONE," the girl shouted as she kicked Yamcha as if she were going for
the extra point in a football game. He howled in pain, flew back and landed at Goten's
feet. Trunks just shook his head and continued walking…Goten just stepped over him.


"Have you forgotten the address already," Trunks questioned. "You should know where
your brother is living at you know."


Goten shrugged and continued walking down the street, periodically looking at the
buildings, making sure he didn't pass up the right one.


"What can I say, I don't like to visit," he said, stopping at a pedestrian crossing. Before
long, Yamcha was behind them, gasping for air. The pair of Saiya-jins rolled their eyes
again and threw their hands up in defeat. They would never get rid of him.


"Isn't…it…right up…the street…" he was able to ask while pointing straight ahead.
Goten looked forward and saw the building. He was shocked…Yamcha actually did
something right for a change.


"Good job, let's go," he ordered, as all three made their was to the Juuban Asylum.


"Hi, I'd like to see Son Gohan. I'm his brother and these two are his friends," Goten said
to the overweight clerk at the sign- in desk. The clerk smacked on her gum and shoved a
clipboard at him.


"Fill out dees paypers, den you go see yur bruda," she said without looking. Goten just
took the boards and stepped back slowly, not turning his back on the strange woman.
When he got to Trunks and Yamcha, he sat down and looked over the questions.


"Gee, things sure have changed since I've been here last, I used to be able to just walk
in," he said flipping through all the pages.


"Dat was beafore yur bruda sunck outta here and camed back actin lyk a docta," the clerk
said in her undistinguished accent. Goten, Trunks AND Yamcha turned around at the
same time and looked at the broad. She just continued to smack her gum and twirl her
ratty hair. The trio just shuddered and continued looking on.


"Hey, I can't answer that," Trunks wailed. Goten looked at his best friend, puzzled.


"Why not," he asked, looking over the question.


"It says 'Print Last Name', but I don't have a last name," Trunks said, tapping his pencil
on the clipboard. Goten sat back and thought momentarily.


"Then what's Pan's last name," he questioned. Trunks looked up to the ceiling, then
brought his hands to his face.


"I don't know!"

Seeing enough, the clerk buzzed for the door to open and the trio all stood up.


"Get outta mah sights," she said, motioning for them to go into the living area of the
patients. Goten smiled and proceeded through, followed by Trunks and Yamcha.


Trunks walked down then clean, white hall, looking at the numbers on the doors as he
passed. He was counting mentally, making sure they were near Gohan's room. Suddenly,
he stopped, making the other bump into him from behind.


"This is it," Trunks said, rubbing the back of his head. "Now, stay quite, we don't want to
startle him. And Yamcha…don't mention Pan's name."


The village idiot looked at him with innocent eyes and pouted. "Why not," he asked, nt
knowing what was going on…not that it was surprising at all. Goten rubbed his temples
and punched Yamcha in the jaw, breaking the other side.


"There, now you won't have to find out 'why'," he said smirking slightly.


Trunks opened the door. Before him was a clean, white padded room. In the corner was a
figure in a white jacket with long, charcoal hair. The figure turned his head jerkingly and
eyed his visitors. After a moment, the man turned around and faced the trio at his door.


"Why do you disturb my peace? Why may I not be left alone to wallow in my pain that is
a spiraling abyss of solitude? I cannot bear the thought…"


Trunks, Goten and Yamcha all looked at each other…sharing one huge sweatdrop.
Slowly, Trunks stepped forward and talked to Gohan.


"Hey, we just came to say hi. How are you doing? They treating you ok here," he
questioned, moving closer to the Saiya-jin. In his mind, he was wondering why did he
ever come...this was just a disaster waiting to happen.


Gohan looked the lavender-haired man up and down, then growled. He sensed something
he didn't like. His senses were tingling.


"I smell the scent of the vixen that hath put me in this despair. Oh why have you forsaken
me so, by allowing the thoughts of her to invade my mind and take over," Gohan stated
in a Shakespearean tone. Trunks backed toward the door, motioning for the others to
move out. Goten complied, but Yamcha stood his ground.


"What is he talking about? I couldn't understand all the big words," he stated flatly as he
held his jaw so he could talk. Trunks rolled his eyes and kept pushing for him to move.


"He senses her, we have to get outta here before he has a fit," Trunks warned, closing the
door on the crazed Saiya-jin. Before the padded door was completely shut, Yamcha
muttered, "Who? Pan?"


The ground began to shake and the room glowed in golden light. A burst of raw energy
tore the door from its hinges, showing Gohan, free from his straight jacket. His aqua eyes
glowing, his golden hair rustling in the energy waves pulsing from his body. Goten,
Trunks and Yamcha huddled together in fear, bracing for the wrath of Gohan.


"Who said that name," Gohan stated, not looking at any one of the guys in particular.
Yamcha looked up and held his jaw so he could talk.


"What name? Pan?"


Several hours later, Goten and Trunks had finally made their way back to Capsule Corps.
News of the 'explosion' at the asylum traveled all over the country. Both the Sons and
the Briefs were worried sick. As Trunks limped though the door, his wife sensed his key,
and ran from the den to the vista-view, helping her husband into the house.


"Oh honey, are you alright? I heard what happened and I knew dad much have blown a
fuse," Pan said sitting him down on the couch. Goten then stumbled in after, walking a
little better than Trunks was. He sat down on the floor next to Trunks, ChiChi and Goku
by his side.


"Are you ok, son," Goku asked his youngest offspring. They all knew Gohan was the
strongest of them all, and he found it amazing that he survived a fight with him. Pan
noticed her uncle and squealed.


"Uncle Goten," she exclaimed, dropping Trunks, who fell to the floor and hit his head.
"My poor uncle! What happened?"


Trunks stood up, rubbing his head, walked over to Pan and knelt before her.


"Goten, Yamcha and myself were looking for your orange bandana in the attic at the
house when we came across this book," he said, a bit irritated. He handed her the little
leather-bound book and she examined it carefully. She recognized it when she saw her
name monogrammed on it, and smiled. She the opened it and scanned though all the
pages.


"Anyway, I thought it would be a good idea to see Gohan after reading what he
wrote…but then, Yamcha had to say your name."


Pan rolled her eyes, silently cursing Yamcha and her father. She wasn't that bad of a
daughter…and Yamcha, well Yamcha was just stupid. Then, she had another thought?


"Where is Yamcha," she questioned, looking around to see if he were in there with them.
Goten and Trunks looked around and shrugged.


"I dunno. Me and Goten had to fuse to finally pry Gohan off of Yamcha, but I thought he
was following us," Trunks said.


Back at the remains of the asylum, Yamcha picked through the rubble, looking for the
other side of his jaw. As he sifted through the mountain of bricks, he came across a hand.
He jumped back, scared out his little sissy mind. The hand then twitched and Yamcha
just stood there, frozen in fear. He watched as the hand extorted a high amount of energy,
showing that the hand belonged to Gohan. Yamcha, sighed with relief and continued to
search for his jaw when Gohan tapped on his shoulder. Yamcha turned around and
looked at the Saiya-jin, who seemed much calmer than before.


"Hey, what am I doing here," Gohan asked, rubbing his head. Yamcha motioned for him
to wait a second, as he finally found what he as looking for. He snapped his jaw back into
its socket and moved it around a bit. He still had to hold his face to talk though.


"Dude, that's the first normal thing you've said in years. You went crazy," he said though
is jaws still throbbed. Gohan scratched his head Son-Style and looked at his friend.


"I don't remember anything," he said, trying to piece together the puzzle.


"Dude, your daughter drove you crazy. Every time someone mentioned her name, you
want bonkers and tried to kill whoever said it," Yamcha said, smiling a bit.


"Whoever said what," Gohan asked.


"What? Pan?"

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tHe EnD

Ok, ok…I know this whole story was Bull crap, but, it was still fun :-D