Hello again! I'm getting to the end of this fic, I think...a few more chapters...I'd like my review level to reach at least 100...but I guess all I can do is hope because I got BARELY any reviews on the last chapter! If you people don't start to review, there won't be anymore Space and War!

Well, anyway, this takes place the next morning. Review!

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Trunks woke up early. His neck was sore because he had leaned against the headboard all night. He started to get up, but then realized Pan was still in his arms. He smiled slightly and used one arm to move a pillow between his neck and the headboard, to make it more comfortable.

Though he tried not to, he moved a little too much, and woke Pan. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. He smiled down at her and she looked away. 'Still sad I guess" Trunks thought. 'Oh well, she has the right to be sad...'

Pan lifted her head off Trunks' chest and stood up, off the bed.

"I'm going to go shower." Pan said with a yawn. Trunks nodded and she walked into the bathroom. Trunks stretched and laid down on the bed to get some more sleep. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before because he kept waking up thinking Pan was crying, which she wasn't.

As she got into the shower, Pan thought again about the day before. She had been so excited when she found out that Trunks was still alive. Then, when she went back to the battlefield, she became so depressed.

Pan also remembered Trunks holding her when she cried...she finally got the man she wanted. And she didn't even have to force him.

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Finding he couldn't sleep, Trunks stood up off the bed to see if he could get himself and Pan some breakfast. Then he wondered if she had eaten anything the day before....

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"I'll always be there for you..." His words echoed in her head. 'Always...always...' She suddenly snapped out of her daydream and finished taking her shower. She got out and dried off. After getting dressed, she began to brush her hair.

Suddenly, she remembered how close she had been to losing Trunks twice, and both times, he had pulled through. She dropped the brush, knocking over a glass bottle on the sink, breaking it, and slumped against the wall. So close, she had been.

Trunks heard the glass break and rushed in, wondering what had happened. He saw Pan sitting against the wall with a dazed look on her face and quickly ran to her side.

"Pan! What's wrong? Pan?" He grabbed her shoulders and shook her, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Pan what happened? Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she answered quietly, almost in a whisper. "I'm fine." Still, Trunks worried.

"What happened?"

"I...started thinking of how... close I came to losing you..." Pan answered, in the same way as before. "And...dropped my brush, and I guess it... knocked over that bottle...."

Trunks sighed and lifted her again in his arms and walked to her bed. "Pan," he said to her. "I think you should rest some more."

"But...my hair...and-"

"Shhh, Pan I'll take care of your hair. Just hold on a minute." He dashed back into the bathroom, grabbed the brush and ran back out. He quickly (but gently) finished brushing her hair and the brush down on a table next to her bed.

Again Pan was staring off into space. Trunks had never seen her do this before, or at least not this much. A little after her grandpa Goku died, but not ever this much. And what worried him more was how much she cried the night before. Never had he seen her cry like that. Ever. (AN: yeah, yeah...I know now about GT, but oh well)

"Panny? Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes," Pan said, again snapping back to reality. "I'm fine."

"Okay, but it still worries me...just like when you were hit by that energy drainer. I thought I was going to lose you."

Pan looked over at him. "You did?"

"Yes, Pan, you wouldn't believe what was going through my head at the time. I didn't know what I was going to do if I lost you. And how I would explain it to Gohan...and everyone else. And when Anya healed you, you probably wouldn't believe how happy I was." Pan threw her arms around him. He wrapped his around her and pulled her close.

"I love you, Trunks."

"I love you, too, Pan."

"Trunks?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm hungry." Pan looked up at him and grinned. Trunks just started laughing, and soon, Pan joined him.

"Okay, then, I'm just going to go shower, and then we can find some breakfast." Trunks answer, calming his laughter. Pan nodded and he took his turn in the shower.

After his shower, Trunks quickly got dressed, hoping Pan wasn't upset again. He walked out of the bathroom, to see Anya, Jakub, and Pan sitting on couches. Anya and Jakub on one, and Pan on another. Trunks sat down next to Pan and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close.

"So," Pan asked. "Anyone know how the... clean up is going?" Anya looked down at her lap.

"It's going okay," Jakub answered, looking over at Anya, worry evident in his eyes. "But we need your help again, Pan, the night shift is tired out, and we've got some tanks that won't budge. I guess when Trunks blasted them, some of the metal melted, causing it to stall."

"Sure, I guess we can help." Pan answered, looking up at Trunks, who nodded.

::You sure you can do this?:: He asked, wondering if she'd be able to handle going back there... wondering if he would.

::Yes.::

"Okay, then," Jakub said. "Do you think we could go now? They need these tanks moved."

"Sure," Pan answered, earning a shocked look from Trunks, who remembered she hadn't had any breakfast. ::It's fine, Trunks.::

::Whatever you say...::

They stood up from their seats and walked out the door. As then walked out into the courtyard, Pan and Trunks decided that they could fly to get there faster. Trunks and Pan lifted off, while Anya and Jakub got a ride with some of the day shift that was going out to help.

As they flew, Trunks kept an eye on Pan, making sure Pan didn't start to show signs of fatigue. After all, she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast the day before, that he knew of. Come to think of it, he hadn't anything to eat at all...but to him, she mattered more.

When they neared the former battlefield, Trunks noticed that it looked a little better than when he had last been there. At least there was no more killing going on. To Pan, it was just the same. Too many dead. At least the dieing were healed.

"You sure about this?" Trunks asked.

"Yeah..." Pan answered quietly, as though in a trance. Trunks just shook his head and landed on the ground. There, they were met by a young looking Andiraftian woman.

"Are you here to help with the tanks?" She asked. Pan nodded. "Well then, follow me." They walked behind her in silence. When they came to one of the tanks, Trunks almost burst out laughing. It was stunk in a hole, which was caused by a blast from another tank.

"I know you weren't told about this one," the woman said, "but we were driving it away and the breaks went, so it fell right in." Pan smiled slightly and took to the air. Trunks quickly followed.

"So, how do we lift a tank?" Pan asked.

"I don't know..." Trunks answered.

"When you get it out, you can just set it back on the ground, and someone will drive it away!" The Andiraftian yelled to them from the ground.

"Okay!" Was Trunks' answer, then, to Pan, "Well, we should probably pick it up from the bottom. Since it's on an angle, it will be easier." Pan nodded and they flew down a little and began to life it out of the hole. Only one side was in, so Trunks lifted it from the bottom, and Pan pushed it so it went onto flat ground.

After that, another Andiraftian climbed in and drove it away. Then Trunks and Pan landed on the ground and followed the woman to another tank, which had melted a little, and was unable to move.

"This one will have to be lifted onto that truck." The woman pointed to a truck with a flatbed trailer behind it. Trunks nodded and they got to work. After figuring out how to lift this one, it was moved onto the trailer.

They followed the woman to about three more. On the last one, they started to lift it in the same was as before. It was Pan's turn to be below, so she took half its weight, and it was held over her head. Trunks had part of the launcher part.

Suddenly, there was a loud CRACK and Trunks was left with part of the launcher in his hand, while the full weight fell on Pan, who was off guard. She fell, and the tank on top of her. Luckily, she had managed to fall on her stomach, with her legs and arms out straight. But Trunks didn't know this.

"PAN!" He screamed and dropped the piece of metal he was holding and flew down to the side of the tank. He couldn't see her at all, it had landed on the ground, and pushed a little into it, so he couldn't see under it, either.

::PAN!:: He screamed, this time in her head. She was half-conscious.

::Trunks?:: She answered.

::Pan! Are you okay?::

"DOES IT SEEM LIKE I'M OKAY TO YOU?!" Pan screamed, out-loud, using up the air she had in her lungs. Trunks almost fell over from her sudden outburst.

::Yeah, that was kinda a stupid question.:: She didn't answer. 'Uh-oh...'. Worry fell over him again. He quickly figured out a way to lift the tank, and rolled it on its side. He dashed over to her and lifted her in his strong arms. Pan was blue in the face, and, obviously, unconscious.

But as soon as the weight of the tank was of her, the normal color to her face slowly came back. Though, she still didn't wake up for a few minutes. When she did, she looked up to see Trunks worried face.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yup." Pan said. "I was just surprised at its weight. I wasn't expecting it to fall."

"Well, I should have done that job the whole time...It's my fault."

"It's okay, Trunks. You didn't know that thing would break off."

"Still..."

"Really, Trunks, it's okay." He set her down and they walked over to the tank and out it upright. This time, Trunks took it from below and Pan from above. As they set it on the trailer, the Andiraftian woman walked back over.

"Well, I see you have the tanks on the trailer! Thank you both very much! If you want, you can help with the other clean up, otherwise, you can go back to the castle, You don't have to stay and help; we have plenty of people."

"I think we should go back to the castle. I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast yesterday." Pan said. "And I don't know when the last time he ate was."

"I'll be okay. I've gone longer than this when I was training with my father." Trunks said. "Btu still, I agree on going back to the castle for a little while." They took to the air again and began the flight back. As they flew, they saw Jakub and Anya riding out to the former battlefield. Pan waved and Anya waved back.

It seemed to take forever to get there, to Pan. The nearer they got, the weaker she felt. Though, she wouldn't admit it to Trunks. But he knew. He flew closer to her and wrapped his arm around her waist, helping her fly.

As son as they could see the castle, he flew faster. She let him pull her as he flew. They landed in the courtyard and walked inside. Trunks and Pan went back to their chambers and Pan laid down on her bed.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Pan answered and closed her eyes.

"Tired?"

"How could you tell?" Trunks smiled.

"So, what do you want to eat?"

"Food."

"Well, duh. Okay, I'll just go find something." Trunks pulled the covers up over Pan's sleeping form and quietly left the room. Oddly, he didn't find anyone in the hall. Well, there was one person, but they were so out of it, they couldn't tell right from left.

Trunks continued walking until he could smell food. He followed the smell until he found a room. It seemed the smell was coming from this room, so he pushed open the doors. Sure enough, there were a few maids cooking.

"Umm...excuse me, miss, are you too busy to make two fairly large meals?" It was a stupid question, but he asked anyway.

"How long can it wait?"

"How long do you think?"

"Well," the maid answered. "We are quite short-handed, and we have some other meals waiting. But if you ware willing to wait, oh, I'd say about a half-hour, yes, I can make it."

"Sure! That would be fine." Trunks answered with a smile, and left the kitchen. He suddenly got the feeling that there was something wrong. He flew back to the room and opened the door. Pan was tossing and turning. She was mumbling something. Then she screamed. Trunks covered his ears, then ran to the side of her bed.

"Pan? Pan wake up!" Trunks grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently. She woke up suddenly and clung to him. "What's wrong?"

"I was helping with the clean up...only, it was a pool of blood....and the guards weren't taking the king's orders. They were still killing...and then, I was swimming in the pool of blood when you floated by...dead..."

"Pan, it was only a dream. The guards are loyal to the king. They're helping clean up, and you know it. And I'm alive, aren't I?"

Pan looked up at him and nodded. "Yes."

"Okay, well, they're making us some food, but it probably won't be here for a while." Trunks said.

"Oh, alright." Pan answered. "So, can we go wander the castle while we're waiting? Maybe we could find the maid's chambers again, that would be cool."

"Yes, that would be cool." Trunks answered and helped her stand up. They walked out into the hall. Seeing no one, they started wandering through the corridors. They didn't expect to find anyone, seeing as most people were helping with the cleanup.

Pan leaned her head against Trunks' shoulder and sighed. "You okay?" Trunks asked. Pan nodded.

"Where do you think the maid chambers would be? It seemed to be king of out of the way...maybe out on the roof, as another almost separate building." Pan wondered.

"Yeah, but how would we get out there?"

"I dunno, fly?" Pan suggested.

"This castle is huge. How would we know where to go? And anyway, our food is probably ready." Trunks said. Pan looked down again and began walking with him back to their chambers.

They decided to walk past the kitchen ... if they found it, that is. They did, but they were told that a maid had just taken their food to their chambers, so they continued on.

"Pan..." Trunks said, noticing how quiet she was.

"I'm fine, Trunks."

"That's not what I was gonna ask. I wanted to apologize for being a jerk back there. And I-"

"It's okay, Trunks" Pan cut in, rolling her eyes. "Now, let's go get the food!" Trunks smiled inwardly at her sudden change in attitude. Leave it to a relative of Goku to think of food!

"Okay," Trunks said, and followed her back to their room. As they came in, they saw the maid sitting on a couch, waiting for them. When they stepped through the door, she stood up and walked over to them.

"Here is your food. It is much like that on earth. I studied the planet as a girl, so I made sure to make food that would be somewhat normal to you, since I'm sure you are homesick." She smiled and pointed at the different things on the tray, explaining what each was, then left the room.

Pan sat down on the couch and picked up a plate. Trunks sat next to her and picked up another. As the food disappeared, so did Pan's appetite. Trunks looked over at her as she set the last plate down.

"So, no what?" Trunks asked.

"Well...we should probably go and help with the clean up..." Pan said quietly.

"Are you sure?" Trunks asked. Pan nodded and stood up. He did the same and they walked out the door. The actually found a door that led outside this time. As they looked around the large city, they found that there was hardly anyone on the streets. And those who were, were either heading to the gates of the city, or back home to rest from a shift.

They took off at the gates, flying towards the disaster zone. Pan was flying more slowly than usual. Trunks looked at her out of the corner of his eye, wondering why, but knowing the answer at the same time.

He knew it would be hard for her because he knew what happened the last time she helped with the clean up. So many dead....But you'd think it would be just as hard for him, as he saw most of them die. He had been right there.

Hearing Pan sigh, he flew closer and wrapped an arm around her. Soon, the former battlefield was in view. Pan closed her eyes, trusting Trunks to direct her. She opened her eyed when they started to land.

"I wonder who's in charge..." Pan muttered.

"Me too...." Trunks answered. "Maybe they know." An Andiraftian was walking by. "Excuse me, sir, who's in charge right now?" Trunks asked him.

"He is, sir," the man answered, pointing at Jakub.

"Okay, thanks," Pan said and she and Trunks walked toward Jakub, who was helping Anya lift a body she had found. Pan shuddered upon seeing the body; Trunks' grip tightened.

"Hi, Trunks; Pan" Jakub greeted them, hauling the body over his shoulder. "I'm guessing you want to help?"

"Yeah, we would..." Trunks answered.

"Well, go search over there," Jakub directed, pointing to an area that was a pile of rubble. Trunks nodded and they walked over to the spot to see how they should go about moving it.

"Trunks....I think there's someone alive in there..." Pan said. Trunks lifted a piece of metal to reveal an unconscious guard. It wasn't anyone they knew, but it was somebody. Trunks lifted him over his shoulder and flew over to Anya.

"He's alive!" Trunks said. Anya healed him and Trunks set him on the ground while he regained his senses. He then walked back over to Pan, who was starting to move some of the rubble.

She turned pale when she pulled out an arm. Just an arm, no body. You'd think she wouldn't react this way, but the truth is, she didn't know why it had this effect on her either. Trunks noticed she looked like she was going to faint when she found the rest of the body...mutilated.

She also looked as though she was going to vomit. Trunks hurried over to her and pulled her away from the body. Her eyed were out of focus and her body went limp. He lifted her and sat her against a remaining tree, holding her so she wouldn't fall over.

'I can't believe we found that....and of all times, right after we ate.' Trunks thought, waiting for her to regain her senses. He, too, was disgusted by it. No matter how many times one sees something like that, it will still have the same effect. Except for his father, perhaps, but you never know.

Pan was looking a little better, though the color hadn't come back to her face. She decided to stand up, with Trunks' help. Reluctantly, he let her out of his grip and she took one step before her knees gave out. She felt strong arms catch her before her world went black.

Trunks looked around to see if anyone was watching. If they were, he was going to ask them to take care of the body they had found. But there was no one. He flew a little ways away. This spot had more trees and hadn't been affected by the war. He set her down in the shade and waited for her to wake up.

She opened her eyes to see Trunks' worried face. It was blurred at first, but slowly came into focus. Trunks was relieved as color started to return to her face. After blinking a few timed, His face was fully in focus and Pan started to sit up.

"Are you okay?" Trunks asked in a concerned tone.

"Y-yeah," Pan answered quietly. "I wish we hadn't found that...or come back to help..." She was fighting back tears, images of the body flooding her memory. Trunks sat down behind her and pulled her into his embrace.

"Pan, if you don't want to help anymore, we'll go back to the castle for today. I think they can handle the clean up." Trunks lifted her up in his arms and levitated a few inches off the ground. "I think you should go back to bed."

"Yeah, maybe I should." Pan said, wrapping her arms around his neck. She felt so weak; as though she wouldn't even be able to walk. She was about falling asleep as it was, but she wanted to stay awake, at least until they got back to the castle.

As soon as they were in their chambers, Trunks laid her in her bed and she was asleep at once. The fact that she hadn't gotten much sleep lately made it very easy to fall asleep. Though Trunks didn't know it, she had woken up more the night before than he had.

Trunks decided to wander around the castle again, for lack of a better thing to do. As he walked, he thought of how their trip had gone. How at first he had been so mad at her...he wondered how much it had hurt her, if at all.

He also thought about how he had been so mean to Anya at first. And how he hadn't wanted her stay. But he was glad she did when he thought of how she had given Pan her energy back. He thought about how worried he had been the last few days. How she had fought so hard, with words, to stop this war. She did stop the war from getting worse than it had...but it would have been nice to have had it stopped all together.

Suddenly, he snapped out of this thoughts.

::Trunks? Where are you?::

::I'm here, Pan, I've been wandering the castle. In fact, I think this is the third time I've passed this picture.:: He looked over at a picture on the right.

::Oh,:: Pan laughed a little. ::Okay, I was just worried because one minute you're with me, then I wake up and you're not here.::

::I'm sorry,:: Trunks said. ::I'm on my way back now.::

::Okay,:: Pan answered. Trunks walked back along the corridors, wondering where he was. Eventually, he found their room and went inside. Pan was sitting on a couch watching the door, waiting for him to come back.

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There! I'm finally finished with this chapter! And if you have any extra time after reading this and REVIEWING it, (mutters something about how no one reviews) please go to my other penname that I share with a friend- SilverInochi Briefs and Michi and read out story Aishiteru 2: Alloys and Boys Toys. It's a sequel to Aishiteru, if anyone read that fic.