Meg - ugh you suck! How could you do this to me?! lol, okay, I'll try my hardest
to leave you with a 'FUN' situation to write next. But since I'm writing this before
I start the chapter, we'll have to wait and find out if I do.....


In the last chapter....
"Hey guys. Long time no talk eh? So what's up? Did you find a plan yet?" Goten
asked and crossed his fingers.

Goten usually didn't believe in superstitions but he figured it couldn't hurt. He
noticed that Pan had crossed her fingers as well and smiled when he heard the
soft reply of Bras' voice.

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"Guys we have a problem," she said. Goten's smile faded to a serious frown as
he and Pan listened.

"My dad did feel our ki near each other that day," she said softly, "and he wasn't
very happy. He said if it happened again then he would do something about it."

Pan frowned and shook her head. "My father said the same thing."

The line was silent for a moment.

"Well?," Trunks asked. Though he and Bra were using the gas station phone
yet again, his good saiyan hearing proved useful and he leaned toward the
earpiece of the phone. "Why should that stop us? It can't stop us. It *can't*."

"Trunks, I don't know," Bra said, her voice wavering a little bit. "You never know
what dad will do...."

"It doesn't matter," Trunks firmly stated. "Nothing matters. We're too close guys,
you know that. All of us grew up together - we've shared our lives for almost 2
decades now. And if our selfish fathers think they can stop that.....well, then
they have another thing coming. What they're doing is wrong...and somewhere
in their minds they know that, but they are both too proud to go back. They can't
stop us. I won't let them."

Trunks' little outburst was filled with bitterness and anger. He wanted to see his
best friend more than anything....they had been through so much over the years,
they were like brothers. And he also wanted to see Pan. He longed to see her.
Why hadn't he felt this way before? Only when she was suddenly ripped away
from him did he realize that she was a part of him that could not be replaced.
She was everything to him. If he couldn't have her then he didn't want another.
He cursed himself for being his father's son.

The silence after Trunks spoke served as everyone's silent agreement.

"You're right, Trunks," Goten said finally. "I don't care about the consequences
anymore. Nothing could be worse than not seeing each other again. Physical
pain is second to emotional. If we can't all be with each other again, like old
times, then I don't know what will happen. I guess we took those times for
granted... ::sigh:: Guys we have got to put an end to this."

Goten was noticeably stressed. He wanted to see his best friend again. They
had been through so much - they had grown up together. And his best friend's
sister....Kami how he loved her. He had never realized his feelings before, and
he knew that it was probably because everything seemed so perfect when he
was around her. Why ask for more - why even think of more? But now that she
was away, he needed her back more than his heart could handle.

Again, silence. It was everyone's mutual agreement that yes - he was right, and
yes - they were going to have to take some kind of action.....but what?

"PAN! GOTEN!!," Gohan called from downstairs.

Pan gasped and lost her grip on the phone. It fell onto the carpet but she
quickly swooped down to pick it up again. "Eeek - we've gotta go!," she said
quickly, "love ya guys!" She hung up the phone and raced toward the door to
make sure her father wouldn't barge in.

"My brother's coming.... Kami - for an older brother he sure is bossy!," Goten
joked quickly. "Same time tomorrow, if you can. We'll be waiting." With that, he
quickly threw the phone back into the receiver and ran towards the door and
Pan. They stopped, took deep breaths, and calmly walked out the door and
pretended to be laughing at something, knowing that Gohan was at the bottom of
the steps waiting for them.

"Its about time," Gohan said and walked away towards the living room. Pan and
Goten looked at each other nervously, then followed and played the laughter
again. When they got to the living room, they sat down on the couch, noticing
that everyone had gathered in there. They brightened at the thought of an end
to the feud.

"We have to have a little meeting," Gohan said. Goten and Pan decided that
they didn't like the tone of his voice - in other words, this was probably bad
news. They braced themselves. "Maybe I haven't been clear enough. I already
told you not to meet them, and yet you did," he said, eyeing Pan and Goten. "So
here are some new guidelines - for your own good."

Pan looked around the room. Videl and Chichi rolled their eyes. Pan looked at
them with disbelief. They thought this was all stupid too! They smiled weakly at
her and glanced at Gohan to make sure he didn't see that.

"Pan," Gohan said sternly, snapping her back to attention.

"Uhh, yes?," she asked.

Gohan sighed and continued. "Number one," he said, "you take the bus to and
from school."

"What?!," they cried. But to no avail. Gohan just continued on as if he had no
opposition.

"Number two," he said, "we're moving back to my father's old house."

"What?!" This time, it was not only Goten and Pan that had opposed this, but
their mothers as well.

"Gohan, did you ever think to discuss this with ME?!," Videl asked angrily.

"This has gone too far!," Pan screamed.

"You can't tell me what to do! This is bull shit! You're my brother - stop trying to
be my dad! And stop putting your daughter through this!," Goten roared.

"Watch your language!," Gohan yelled, avoiding all emotional and logical points
in Goten's outburst.

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!," Goten yelled back, frustrated that Gohan still
had the nerve to give him a command.

"Then let your father tell you what to do!"

Goten face fell and he stared at Gohan for a while. The whole room had gone
deathly quiet. Finally, Goten slowly turned and looked to his father, who had
been silent during the whole argument. Everything stopped, nothing moved or
made a sound.

"D-ad?," Goten asked quietly. His voice sounded hurt, pained.

"I agree with Gohan....completely," Goku said firmly. Inside he knew it was a bit
much, but his family had been insulted, and that was a line no one should have
crossed.

Goten stood there silently. He felt sick. He felt like someone had stabbed him.

"Grandpa," Pan began, breaking the silence, the hurt apparent in her voice,
"You...you've betrayed us. I can't believe you!"

"Panny-"

"No, Grandpa!," she shouted, enraged. She looked from her grandfather to her
father. "I hate you both for this!"

Before she could say anything else, and before they could respond, Goten
walked over and quickly led Pan upstairs. When they reached her room, Goten
locked the door behind them, and walked through the bathroom and checked to
see that his bedroom door was locked, too. When he got back to Pan's room, he
found her sobbing uncontrollably on her bed. He wanted to comfort her, but he
didn't know what kind of comfort to offer. He himself needed comforting and he
didn't have it. Goten crossed his arms and sat by the window, sending a chilling
stare toward the sky.

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Meanwhile, back at Capsule Corp....

Trunks could feel that something was terribly wrong.
He sat alone in his room, staring out his window in the general direction of the
Son house. He couldn't see the house, but he could feel their presence. He
had felt Goten's ki skyrocket moments before, then he had felt Pan's ki flare in
distress and anger. That was another thing. For some reason, he could
understand Pan's ki. He could feel what she felt. For instance, right now he
could sense that she was depressed, emptying herself of bottled up tears. She
was in an incredibly low state right now. If only he knew what had happened.

Bra sat at her vanity with her head down on the table. She knew that something
was wrong. She could feel it. Goten was upset...very upset. She knew that
something had just happened. She dreaded finding out what it was. Because
whatever it was, it would affect her just as much as it affected Goten.

"BRATS!," Vegeta yelled up the stairs.

Numbly, they found their way out of their rooms. They met in the hallway and
walked down the stairs to their father.

"yesfather," they mumbled.

"I noticed you went and got gas for the aircar today." Vegeta said this almost
accusingly.

"Yes," they mumbled again, though they wondered what he was getting to.

"You went the day before, too."

Trunks turned his head away a little bit. His father knew, Trunks was sure of it.
"Yes," he said.

"Now I don't drive the damn thing, but I know that it doesn't need gas every day.
Where were you?," He demanded.

"We were at the gas station, honest," Bra said, looking her father straight in the
eye. What she was saying was of course true...it just wasn't the whole truth.
"You can ask anyone there."

"You were using a payphone," Vegeta spat.

"No..." Bra said uneasily.

"An attendant there brought your wallet back, Bra," Vegeta said, his eyes
darkening, "it was left by the payphone. Don't lie to me."

"Well, uh," Bra shifted uncomfortably.

"Don't bother," Trunks said in a low voice. "No matter what we do, we'll get no
privacy from him. Of course he was gonna find out about it." He turned his
attention to Vegeta. "If you don't harm them then we'll never call them again."

Vegeta smirked. His son was usually true to his word. "Fine brat. Neither of
you will call them. And if I find that you do, then they may not be alive to get
your next call." With that he left.

"Trunks!," Bra exclaimed, "How could you do that?! You've screwed us both
over!"

Trunks shook his head. "I was thinking a lot today. Bra, go to my room and wait.
I'll be up in a little bit."

Bra looked at him, trying to figure out what he had in mind, but went to his room
anyway. She sat on the bed and waited.

Trunks went to look for his mother. He found her in the solitude of her lab,
working on a new project.

"Mom," he said quietly.

She turned to face him. "Oh hi, Trunks honey," she said tiredly. "What is it this
time?"

"I want to know what you think."

"You want to know what I think?"

"I want to hear it from you - what do you think about this whole mess?"

Bulma looked at the floor, sighed, and shook her head. Then she looked up and
met his eyes. What she saw almost scared her - he had such a look of
depression in his eyes, such a lost look. Bulma glanced around to make sure
they were alone, and began.

"Trunks," she said, "I think it is so wrong. What your father said was wrong.
What your father's doing is wrong. But even what Gohan is doing is wrong. He
should know better than to hold you children responsible too." She paused and
bit her lip a little, then began again. "I want this to be over too. I want to see
Chichi and Videl again, I want to go back to talking about normal-mom-things
with them. But I can't because your father is being an arrogant bastard. But I'll
go with it for a few more weeks...maybe it will clear up eventually..."

"But I can't wait that long," Trunks said impatiently.

"Trunks," Bulma sighed, "I don't know what else you can do."

"There has to be something! Mom I feel like I lost a part of me! Bra feels the
same way, though you could almost literally say that about her since she lost 20
pounds."

"What?!"

"We lost our appetites, mom. All four of us. Pan lost 15 pounds. Goten even
lost his appetite. That's something we never thought possible."

Bulma sat there, shocked. She had no idea that this was the way it was
affecting the young saiyans. Suddenly an idea clicked in her mind. Of course!
She had something that would help the four of them get away from this...
"Well," Bulma began slowly as the idea formed in her head, "You could....."


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Am I evil? To the readers I am definitely evil, and to Meg I am already dead in
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