Pan walked through the empty hallways, trying hard to hold back the tears. She knew Trunks was going to be ...different with her since what had happened, for they were still together 'till the day she had decided to walk out of his life...just like that. She had cried night and day, knowing she missed him very much, but out there she had no choice but to just live by herself and try to make a good living out of it. And she did. Basically after 8 months of missing him and crying every night for him, she got to concentrate better on her career, and finally rise nowhere else but up. A tear rolled down her cheek and she dried it off roughly, entering her room. She found no one in it, for Bra had already unpacked all her stuff and placed it on the right places. She sighed hard and started looking for her clothes to finally take bath and relax herself just like she used to every time she had a bad day at school and she didn't want her parents to find out: She would come to Bra's house and spend most of the day in there, explaining her parents some bull they bought so she could stay until she felt better to head home. She sighed hard again, now picking up the soap from the little pocket on her bag and finally heading to the bathroom.

When she got to the bathroom, she breathed in. She had missed the scent of Bulma's vanilla musk candles on the bathroom for a long time. Basically, scent candles were not that popular in Rome. Turning on the warm water, she stepped into the shower, letting the hot sensation cover her completely and letting her head back for her hair to get wet with the warm feeling. She sighed hard, looking at the ceiling for a while. What the hell am I supposed to do now? was all she could question herself as she massaged her head with her violets shampoo she had used the last year she spent away, letting her emotions pass by her and just letting herself feel relaxed....at least for a while.

When she got out of the shower, she brushed her long hair, then resumed to dress herself up with some gray boxers and a white tank top. She looked at herself in the mirror for a while, then fixed herself right up, liking what the reflection in the mirror showed her.

" What would I be without mirrors?" she asked herself smiling, then walking out the bathroom and inside her 'room'...for now.

Trunks on the other part was not doing that good. He had cut the same wrong ink cable four times, which gave him the clue he wasn't concentrating at all at what he was doing. He sighed hard the fourth time, cursing loudly under his breath. Bulma opened the door, hearing as if someone inside was struggling to get out of somewhere. There she found Trunks, resting on the floor, his head and part of his chest under the computer's table.

" Trunks, is everything ok?" she asked concerned, looking at him weirdly. Trunks slid his way up to look at his mother.

" Yes...um...it's uh, I'm finishing with the computer, you'll be able to use it in two minutes..."

" Sure..." she stated in her nonchalant tone. " Well....your father will be looking for you shortly, you know..."

" Train.." they both stated at the same time. Bulma ginned.

" Don't worry mom. I'll be finished by then..." he stated. Bulma nodded and headed out the door again. He looked at the computer and sighed hard. He knew what was taking off all of his concentration....it was her. Pan. He slammed the wrench on the ground hard in frustration.

" Dad is going to kill me today if I don't find a way to concentrate before training..." he stated out loud, now sitting on the edge of the bed. He closed his eyes and started trying to find his so called concentration....which soon was broken with Pan's face reappearing numerous times inside his head.

" Damn it!! GET OFF ME!!!!" he shouted opening his eyes as a furious reaction. Suddenly he heard Bulma's voice from downstairs.

" Trunks, get down here...daddy's looking for you..." she stated sweetly.

" I'll be right down..." he replied from his room. Bulma shouted an 'ok'. He stood up from his bed and looked inside his wardrobe for some spandex. Putting them on, he hurried downstairs, where he found Bulma and Vegeta doing one of their favorite hobbies: fight?

" You don't have to tell him 'daddy'.." he stated roughly. Bulma sighed hard, turning the heat on the stove off. She turned to face him.

" Does it bother you that much, Vegeta?" she asked, seeing his usual scowl pasted on his face. He grunted.

" No.."

" Then..." she asked as the brilliant science beautiful woman she was. Vegeta overlooked at her once more, trying to hide his emotions ... once again.

" Well, it is a weak thing to say....I am nobody's 'daddy', I'm a father..." he stated crossing his arms across his chest with great superiority. Bulma rolled her eyes.

" Whatever.." walking out of the kitchen. As soon as she stepped out, Trunks stepped in.

" You're 24 seconds late. Damn it boy! we would be dead by now!!" stated Vegeta a bit pissed off. He was always like this with Trunks...meaning....never easy on him.

" Sorry dad.." Trunks managed to say, trying to walk away and into the Gravity Chamber...Vegeta stopped him.

" Since you were nine years old, every time you're late...and you're always sorry. When are you going to learn 'sorry' won't make up for everyone's deaths, because you were late?" he asked coldly. Trunks frowned at him.

" Get inside!!" he demanded. Trunks frowned even more, then headed inside the Gravity room. Vegeta followed behind him with an evil smirk pasted on his face. Interesting day to train....he thought, almost chuckling at the thought.

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