(AN) Okay, that's what I forgot! I was writing the AN at the bottom of last chappy and I forgot to explain the ages. Okay, I know they're not correct. It's in Future Trunks' timeline, so she was born earlier. Yes, she did have a birthday during the month, sorry for any confusion. I have over 15 reviews! I think. I've never had this many! I want this story to be great; I'll do the best I can. Sorry for the delay in posting, I was 3 hours away from my comp watching my big brother play in a high school varsity soccer tournament. They got 3rd outta 16. Any who, im rambling, on with the ficcy!



"Videl?" Bulma almost whispered. She didn't seem phased at all about the fast that the beautiful plate she was cleaning was now laying in pieces at her feet.

"No, but close." Pan replied, recovering from shock. "Videl was my mother. Before she died she said you know my father very, very well. His name was Gohan." She said, her eyes clouding over at the mention of her dead parents. This time it was Trunks' turn to gasp.

"Gohan? My mentor, Gohan?" Trunks sat down hard in a cushioned kitchen chair. "I-I had no idea he had a child." He put his forehead in his hand. Pan loots startled from Trunks to Bulma, worry in her dark eyes.

"Don't worry, he'll be okay." Bulma said. She motioned for Pan to sit with them at the table. "Tell me Pan, if it doesn't hurt too much, how did your mother die? You don't have to answer right now if you don't want to." Bulma added the last part quickly as she saw the hurt reflecting in Pan eyes.

"I would like to discuss it later, if it's alright with you, Mrs. Bulma." Pan said quietly, looking at the table.

"That perfectly alright," Bulma said, standing up. "Please, just call me Bulma. Who's hungry?" Bulma said with a chipper smile. Trunks grunted a reply, his head still in his hands.

"What he said… if he said anything." Pan said, looking over at Trunks. She leaned down below his face to look up at him, and grinned. Trunks smiled back at her, and lifted his head. Pan sat back up. "That is, if it's not too much trouble. I don't want you messing up your clean new dishes, and wasting your food, and…" Pan didn't get to finish as Bulma put her hand up.

"You are skin and bones. I wouldn't call it wasting, and Trunks can clean the dishes later." Bulma said, smiling. She didn't act nearly as old as she looked. Trunks started to voice his protest, but Bulma dealt him the look that only moms own, and he quieted down. Pan wasn't going to give up so easily, though.

"But, I already had an apple!" She said, worry lacing the edges of her voice.

"If you're anything like your father, an apple won't do you any good." Bulma said, hands on her hips. But alas, Pan was stubborn.

She opened her mouth to argue again, but the only sound that was heard was the angry growling of her stomach. Trunks, who had been watching the argument, couldn't help but laugh openly. Bulma joined in not long after that, and Pan wasn't far behind. Pretty soon the kitchen was ringing with rich laughter.

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"So, we need to get you a room, Mrs. One-Fourth-Saiyan." Trunks said, standing up and making his way to the sink to put up his dirty plate. Pan growled.

"Stop calling me that!" She said, standing up and following him.

"Okay, Mrs. Three-Fourths-Human." He said. Pan shook her head and chose not to reply. Maybe she couldn't try out that, 'Ignore them and they'll stop' theory that the adults always told small children. One look at Trunks told her it wouldn't.

If only she hadn't gone on and on about how much Saiyan and Human she had in her.

"You know mom, I was thinking…" Trunks started, but Pan didn't let him finish.

"I'll bet it hurt, didn't it. Just like when you exercise muscles you've never used before." Pan said, paying him back for his name-calling. Trunks just went on like he didn't hear her.

"I was thinking," he restarted loudly and firmly, "We could put her in that room down the hall from mine. It's the best guest room we've got. She would like it." Bulma got a thoughtful look on her face.

"Hey Trunks, that's a great idea! I was going to suggest that one down this hall, but the one you remembered is better than that one." Bulma said. "Come on, Pan, I'll show you to your room." They started walking off, leaving Trunks to do the dishes. "It's got a shower that can be a bath, and a window all to yourself!" Bulma said acting like the window was the best thing that could be in a room.

Pan laughed. "You don't know how thankful I am. You really don't have to do this for me, you know." She said sincerely, as they reached a door at the end of a hallway. Bulma opened it, and sunlight fell gracefully on the floor as the door it was resting on moved. Pan stepped inside, but Bulma stayed outside.

"I'll let you get acquainted with your new room. I'll be around if you need anything. Trunks' room is down the hall on this side." With that, Bulma closed the door. Pan just had to run and hop down on the bed. It was simple, with a light blue colored trim and a white everything else. The walls were the same light blue color, and on one side there was a white door. She guessed that it led to the bathroom. She would check it out later.

The room had a dresser, and a bookshelf, and a sliding door that was partially open to reveal a small closet. It was just the right size for her, but she didn't have any clothes. Oh well, she would get some from Bulma later, maybe. She went to the dresser and opened the top drawer to reveal some capsule corp. t-shirts that was just a little bit too big. In the next drawer there were pants that looked as if they would be baggy, but held up with a belt. The remaining drawers had everything else that she needed.



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Okay, weird place to stop, I know, but my fingers are tired and I wanna get this chappy out so u guys don't think I died. See you all next chapter! Oh, btw, go read AMCM74's Fics and FayeValentine00's Fics. They rock!!! Okay, toodles!