A/N- Sorry for the looooooooooooong wait, I had MAJOR writer's block and I almost took this story down, again. But thanks to your encouraging (and angry, lol) reviews, I decided to continue and try to make it okay. Anyways, thanks! And I hope you wonderful people enjoy this chapter! ^_^

Pan awoke in alarm as she felt herself being gently set down onto to a cold, wooden floor. A heavy quilt was thrown over her small frame and she squinted dazedly through the darkness.

"What's going on?" She asked. A large figure leaned over her and smoothed her hair soothingly.

"It's okay, Panny. Just sleep," calmed a deep voice that she quickly recognized as her father's. "Everything's under control, so you can just relax now." Pan simply nodded, not exactly comprehending what he was trying to affirm, but sleep rapidly claimed her body as she dropped her head onto her folded arms, a pathetic excuse for her forgotten pillow. Perhaps, if she wasn't so tired, she may have noticed the light snoring, indicating that she was not the only one in the room…

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The light streamed through the tiny window, washing Pan's body with a comforting warmth that her blanket failed to provide. She stretched her arms which were incredibly numb, most likely from the weight of her head during the night. The room was vaguely empty, with the exception of a torn up sofa, an old chest, a dust-covered rocking chair, and other old stuff that you would most likely find in an attic or loft. Pan couldn't even remember this room ever existing.

Pushing herself off the ground she walked over to the door, eager to get out the freaky room. Unfortunately….

"IT'S LOCKED!!!" Pan banged on the door furiously. "Dad! Let me out!" On the other side of the room, a head popped out of a big bundle of blankets, unknown to the princess.

"Keep it down, would ya?" Pan turned around and shrieked.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Well, this is the guestroom, so what are you doing in my room?" Trunks said while rolling over. Not paying attention, he bumped into a large chest and a large coating of dust fell upon his face. He quickly shot up from his substitute bed.

"Wait, this isn't my room…"

"No kidding, mastermind," Pan retorted. Trunks glared and Pan paced around the room, searching for an explanation.

"Wait, I found a note," she heard Trunks say. Whirling around, she snatched the letter from Trunks and read out loud furiously.

"Dear Panny, I know you and Trunks aren't very fond of each other." She stopped as Trunks snorted and gave him an angry look before continuing the story. "I know you don't want to be married, but you don't have a choice. Please do this for me, for your mother, for Bulma and Vegeta… As much as you will hate me for this, I have decided to lock you up in this room for a few days. The longer it takes you to get along, the longer you will be stuck in there. Good luck and remember, I will be checking on you every now and then. Your loving father, Gohan."

"Loving father!" Pan cried, ripping the paper in half and throwing it down. "This is ridiculous!"

"Shut up, I don't like this idea, but I'm not complaining." Trunks muttered.

"You're complaining now," she pointed out; she had a sudden urge to argue.

"You're impossible. You heard your father, Pan. He said the longer we argue, the longer we are stuck in here. Yet you continue to quarrel with me."

"Well, you're so….so aggravating. Maybe...maybe we should just stay away from each other. If we're not by each other, we can't argue." Pan stated in a clever tone.

"Fine with me," Trunks agreed.

"Well, then, I get the side with the window, you can get the side by the door," She quickly decided. Trunks, knowing better than to argue, walked over to the door and slid down besides it. Pan climbed onto an old dusty couch and sat down, tightly hugging her knees and wearing an almost sad expression. But of course, that didn't make sense. Why would Pan be sad? Trunks thoughtlessly shrugged it off, it was none of his concern, after all.

Instead, he thought about home. Although he hated to sound like some pathetic toddler, he did want to go back. He missed his grumpy father and whiny sister. Most of all, he missed his mother. The dim-witted doctors didn't even know what was wrong with her. They simply threw together a long string of intelligent words and left it at that. It was simply ridiculous.

Ever since Bulma had died, he started having attitude problems. Trunks would unintentionally say rude things and argue with his family 24/7. Which may be why this young girl hated him so. In a way, it was his fault that they could not get along. She was probably a nice girl, but he would never get to find out because it was too late. She hated him and Trunks couldn't help but feel a little bit sorry for her…But only a little.

A/N- Sorry it's such a short chapter. I just wanted to hurry up and get this out before everyone thought that I was dead, lol. Anyway, sorry for the delay. Cookies for all you patient people. ^_^