A/N- Here is chapter 2. I think I'm going to have fun with this chapter. Hehehe...Anyways, hope you like.

Pan sat in a large velvet chair staring out the window in boredom. She shivered as she watched the lightning strike against the sky, illuminating the darkness. The windowpanes rattled as the thunder roared deafeningly, interrupting the silence. Pan stared back at her father, who was also engrossed in the dreadful storm. Noticing her gaze, his dark eyes met hers and they sat like this for a while. But then Gohan finally offered his explanation.

"Pan, I know…I know you and your mother refuse to believe this, but I am very, very sick. I may look healthy and act healthy, but any day now, any day, I have a good chance of just suddenly… dying."

"Father, please don't say that," Pan begged. She didn't care how obnoxious she was being. As far back as she could remember, her father had been sick, and she remembered her father and mother worrying over what would happen if he died. Her mother often cried, she loved Gohan so much…but throughout all the years, all the worry, Gohan remained healthy as ever, never showing any signs of weakness. And throughout all these years, Pan had been able to snub the idea of her father dying and she continued doing it, too. As far as she was concerned the doctors were just idiots who had no idea what they were talking about. They filled the royal family's head with pessimistic ideas, always saying that Gohan had no chances of being cured, as if they wanted him to breathe his last breath, kick the bucket, go meet his maker, whatever you want to call it. It was all a bunch of lies.

"Pan, it's true. You heard what the doctors said." Pan sneered. How could he just lay back and trust what those non-educated, cynical idiots had to say?

"Anyways, father, what does this have to do with me marrying a prince? I don't know even know any." Gohan sighed and scratched his head like any typical Son would. However, Gohan wasn't confused or embarrassed. No, he was just worried how his feisty daughter would take this bit of news.


"You know, all I have ever wanted was to see my baby girl get married to some kind, young gentleman who would take care of her and love her no matter what. Pan, your only eighteen, but I think you're responsible enough and mature enough to handle marriage."

"What are you saying, Father?" Pan asked slowly, not sure if she wanted to understand.

"When I die, your mother will have to rule the kingdom alone, Pan. It's hard to rule the entire kingdom alone. I don't want to put all that responsibility on your mother."

"But you want to put it on me?"

"No, of course not. I wish that there was an easier way to explain this, trust me, I do…"

"Don't even bother! Basically, you want me to marry some freak I don't even know?"

"Panny, no! That's not what I said. Listen to me. You know the kingdom next to ours? Ruled by King Vegeta and Queen Bulma?" Pan nodded impatiently.

"Well, just recently Queen Bulma died." Pan gasped and frowned. She had heard a lot about the queen. She was said to be a kind ruler, making wise decisions and always helping her husband from making negligent decisions. "The king has been deeply upset lately, he even stated that he could not rule the kingdom as well without his wife. He's thinking about handing down the title of king to his son."

"Well, at a meeting, the two of us talked things over and we came to a compromise. You would marry his son and the two kingdoms would merge." Gohan smiled proudly.

"Father! This is not fair! I don't want to marry his son; I don't even know him! How do you know he's kind and nice and all that other junk?"

"As a matter of fact, when I was over at their castle talking things over, I met the boy. He was nice and happy, that is…until Vegeta told him about the plan."

"And how did he feel about all of this?" Pan demanded. Gohan lightly chuckled.

"It was hysterical. He minded it more that you did. Pretty soon, him and his father were arguing like crazy, and it wasn't that bad, until somehow his little sister got involved. Trust me, it was outrageous." Gohan continued to laugh at the memory while Pan remained scowling.

"Why do you find this so funny? He doesn't want this; I don't want this. Why are you making me do this, Father! Did mother even agree to this?"

"Pan, your mother and I thoroughly discussed this and she thinks it's perfectly fine."

"You're kidding, right?! I can't believe this, you're all against me!"

"Pan, I know this may not sound very ideal for a young girl like you, but it's the best thing to do. Who knows? Maybe you and the prince will really hit it off."

"I doubt that…" Pan muttered.

"Please Panny, for me, for your mother…" She remained silent for a long time, watching the crimson flames leap and quarrel. Overcoming one another, yet at the same time, working together to heat up the huge room.

"Okay…" She agreed softly, knowing that she would come to regret this. Gohan sat up straight, overjoyed by her choice.

"But remember Pan, no backing out of this." Pan nodded her head and sighed in defeat.

"I know, I know…"

"Okay, now you better go take a break and get dressed and stuff. I invited him over today, although he might not make it because of the storm." Pan nodded and lifted herself from the large comfy chair that was now soaking wet due to her drenched clothing.

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After Pan had showered and changed her clothing, she walked downstairs to sit in the den with her father.

"Are you sure he'll make it?" She asked, apprehensively staring out the window. If possible, the storm had gotten far worse.

"I can't be sure of anything, Pan. I think he'll get here though." Gohan didn't seem to be worried much about the storm, as he was currently absorbed in some sort of novel.

"By the way, what's his name?"

"Err…Trunks Briefs, I believe."

"Trunks Briefs?" All of a sudden, she started to giggle hysterically.

"Pan, that's not very nice…" Gohan gently reprimanded although he didn't seem much bothered by it.

"I can't help it." More giggles were heard, but then Gohan put down his book as he noticed the prince enter the room.

"Sorry I was late," Trunks apologized. His clothes were soaked and covered with mud and he felt rather uncomfortable. He looked around the room and his eyes fell upon the giggling girl. Trunks almost fell over from astonishment. It was the same girl from earlier, except this girl…this girl had to be an angel. She was white and pink and fragile like a china figurine. Her chocolate brown eyes were large and laughing. Her dark hair that was once so damp and dirty was now braided into a chignon with several strands surrounding her face, like a fine, ivory mist against the light blue chair that her slender body rested in so comfortably. However, when those dark brunette eyes spotted him, a look of recognition flashed over her face. The laughter burned out of her eyes, and her cherry red lips became set into a small frown.

"Father, why is he here?" She asked; her brows knitted together in uncertainty.

"This is the prince, silly. Trunks, meet my daughter Pan." Said Gohan, smiling happily, not noticing the tension in the air.

"What?!" The two explained in unison.

"You told me you were a maid named Marron!" Trunks explained.

"What? You two have met?" Gohan queried.

"Yes, remember earlier when I sneaked out? Well, he let me into his carriage when it was raining." Pan explained.

"Well, that was nice of him. Why did you tell him you were a maid?"

"Well, Father, you have always told me to never reveal my true identity," She said in a mocking, sweet voice.

"Yes, well, this was the prince."

"How was I supposed to know that? Anyways, you were wrong about him being nice and kind. He's a big jerk." Pan said, glaring at Trunks.

"What? I wasn't a jerk! You were the one calling me a pervert!" Trunks exclaimed, wondering what he had done to deserve this.

"Well, it's true! Anyways, you called me gay!" Trunks snickered.

"At least now I know the truth! You're not gay, just very, very conceited!"

"SHUT UP!" Pan leaped from her chair, arms outstretched, her hands aiming for Trunks's neck. Fortunately, Gohan grabbed her around the waist in time, trying to stop her from causing any damage. Trying the keyword.

"FATHER! Let go!" Pan thrashed around angrily as Trunks childishly smirked and made faces at her.

"You two stop it!" Gohan yelled.

Trunks stopped making strange faces, but Pan continued struggling silently. Gohan sighed and picked up his daughter, pretty much dropping her on the couch while Trunks snickered to himself. This was too good.

After Pan settled down, Gohan sat down in his chair and looked back and forth at the two kids. Pan was silently mouthing 'I hate you ', while Trunks rolled his eyes repeatedly.

"Well, I didn't think this would happen." He said and shook his head. "I thought you too would get along well."

"Yeah right," Pan snorted, but then she made her voice sweet and innocent and looked up at her father with those sad puppy dog eyes. Trunks almost melted right there. She was so cute when she wasn't angry. So why did she have to be so angry with him?

"Daddy, you can't make me marry him. It's obvious we hate each other. Just send him home and I'll marry some other prince." Pan gave him a sweet smile. Gohan put his head in his hands and groaned.

"No, you don't understand. Vegeta and I already signed a contract and everything. We were almost certain the two of you would get along well. You remember when I told you that you can't back out of this? Well, it's true… you can't." Pan's smile quickly became a scowl, then a frown, and Trunks was surprised to see her lip quiver a bit. Did she really hate him this much?

Pan rose from the chair and quickly ran off to her room. Gohan shook his head, trying to remember why he had ever agreed to this. Then again, if he would of known that it would upset Pan this much… Gohan looked over and noticed Trunks looking at him curiously.

"It's getting late. You can stay here for the night if you want. You'll find everything you'll need in the guestroom. I'm sure one of the servants will take you there." Gohan watched Trunks leave the room.

"Don't worry, I'll make everything better…"

A/N- Wow, that was really fun to type! Hehe…Sorry, I would have finished this earlier, but my mom kept interrupting me. Just to let you know I skipped dinner to type this, and food is an important part of my life so you have to love me now. Lol. J/K. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. Hmm…I wonder how Gohan's going to make everything better. Well, actually I already know, but…Okay, thanks to chibigoten124/SSJ3MysticPan, eve, Hanamaru825, Jami-chan, Luna star, Kutie-Pan, and juunanagou4ever for the encouraging reviews! ^_^