Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT, so don't sue me. Please don't! I already have a crummy life and that would make it more crummier! Hello folks! I'm back!!! I've decided to revise this story because I thought that I didn't give it my best at creating this. I know that I can do better and so I'm doing it again! It was a bit confusing so I'll fill in the blanks that I missed during my writing of this fic. I hope you all will like this and please, always, review. Even flames. I just want to know if I'm doing ok. Please e-mail me at midnight_valentyne@hotmail.com. Well get reading.

-The Imperial Saiyan-



To my friends Gojay and Antwan: You both still inspire me to write my fanfic so I dedicate this again to both of you. I love you both very much.



Chapter 1: When Life Gives You Lemons. Where am I? She softly spoke, her eyes adjusting to the black and vague surroundings. She heard voices in the background. Screaming voices. Sounding a lot like her father. She heard the monitor beeping also. She opened her eyes slowly, although they stung like hell. She saw a little light in the room. She couldn't open them all the way. Like they were swollen shut. Which they were. She heard the same voices, though very close now. She could see the colors very well but not the shapes. She adjusted her eyes again and could now see them.

She said, "Hey, why all the shouting?" She looked at her dad. He was crying. Actually crying. Why, she didn't know. He hugged her and she screamed out, wincing in pain.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot your arm was broken." Broken, she thought, how? Then it hit her.the tournament.



Flashback.



"Give up, Pan!" Trunks shouted, gripping her arm ever so tightly.

"Baka! I'll never give up!" Pan screamed in pain. "Never!"

Trunks looked at her mischievously. "Well, I'll give you a break then." and with one twist, it was broken.



End Flashback



She looked at her father, heartbroken. She didn't care if her arm was, it could heal. But not her heart. She looked around. Where was he anyway? Her dad frowned. He knew exactly who she was trying to find. "He didn't come." Her dad replied, therefore answering her question. She was on the brink of crying when the nurse came in. She had blonde hair. She reminded her of someone she knew but who?

After her parents and company left, the nurse closed the door and stared at her. Now she knew exactly who she was. She looked at her with pure hatred, angered by her presence in her room. She often found ways of avoiding her but in this state, she was helpless. She eyed her very closely as she walked over to her. Smiling in victory, she reached her destination at Pan's bed.

"Well, well, well. The mighty Pan has fallen. And look who is there to pick up the pieces." she said, with cruelty in her voice. Pan snarled at her. How dare that bitch say that?! Pan was about to retaliate when she injected some medicine to sedate her. She became numb. Very. She couldn't speak. As her eyelids closed, all she could see and remember at the time was the evil look on her face.



The next day.



She woke up with the morning sunlight in her face. Who opened my curtains? Pan thought. It was definitely not Marron. She wouldn't care if I lived or died. She looked to her left and saw her dad wrapped in the blankets, just awaking also. He smiled at her. "Hello, sweetheart. Ready to go home?" Pan looked at him and slightly smiled as he left and checked her out. She changed her clothes and got into the wheelchair. {Can you imagine? Pan in a wheelchair?! Crazy!} As her dad drove home, Pan contemplated on how crazy it would get when she arrived.

Pan's thoughts were interrupted by her dad's cell phone. She listened carefully to the conversation. Something about a party at Bulma's house. Oh no. Trunks! Pan nervously bit her lip as they pulled up into the driveway. What am I going to do? What should I say? I can't-her thoughts were, once again, interrupted but this time by her dad's voice.

"Um, Pan," he began nervously. "Bulma's having a welcome home party for you. Do you feel like going over? We could always stay at home."

"No, that's alright. I'll go. But first, a senzu bean!" Pan always loved to take senzu beans. Although, she always wondered how they could have that much healing power!





At the party.

Pan arrived a little after 8 o'clock. She usually would be up and about but she stayed in the corner that day. Something made her sick to her stomach! {Little Marron, the bitch, all on Trunks. Sickening!} She got tired of watching and left.

Pan sat on the lush grass of the estate. Her favorite place to be when coming here was sitting on the top of the hill. She always laid there for hours and hours on end, watching the stars. So beautiful. Also a good view of Trunks' room. She sat on that hill for a couple of minutes alone until Bra came out. "Pan, what are you doing out here? The party's inside!"

She sighed, "I don't feel like partying."

"Oh, I see." Bra replied, laying down next to her. "It's my brother, isn't it?" She gave her the 'duh' look and turned to look in Trunks' room. To Bra's surprise and Pan's shock, they both saw Trunks and Maron engaging in some. umm. sexual activities{and that's putting it lightly}. Tears came to her eyes as Pan saw the 'performance' in the room. Before Bra could stop her, Pan blasted off into the sky. She flew all the way home, crying because the tears couldn't stop and went home and cried herself to sleep.



After the party, she acted like a zombie for at least a month. Day in and day out Pan stayed in her room and slept. She wouldn't eat a thing! She'd always had rock music blaring in her room with crazy songs about all sorts of stuff. Well after two more weeks Gohan got fed up with the music and the yelling and the not eating.

"That's it, Videl! I can't take that shit anymore!!"

"Honey, these things take time. Believe me."

"Well a month is enough time for me!" Gohan got up and marched down the hall and by Pan's bedroom door. "Young lady, open this door!" he said angrily. No reply. He knocked on the door, but still no answer. Gohan busted through the door to find Pan asleep and dried tears on her face. Gohan sighed and walked to her radio and turned it off. "What a mess." he replied, looking at her surroundings. The broken pictures, the messy bed, the ripped sheets, and the millions and millions of broken pieces of glass. He looked closely and it had traces of blood on it. Gohan picked it up and showed it to Videl. She took it and threw it away. For the rest of the night, they both cleaned up Pan's room. Then they straightened up her bed and bandaged Pan's hands where she cut herself. They both sighed and went back to bed.



The next day.

"Rise and shine, sleepy head!!" Pan winced and opened her eyes. "Dad? Stop yelling. And what are you doing in my room?" Pan sat up and looked around. Her room was clean. And on the floor her bags were packed. "Where are we going? A vacation?"

"No, sweetheart. You are." Pan looked at her dad with a questionable face. "Let me explain: Me and your mom talked last night and thought that it would be a good idea for you to go to college somewhere else than Japan."

Pan sighed, "So, where am I going?"

"Well, we had both decided that it would be a good idea for you to go to America."

Pan jumped up, fists in air, "America?!?! Why so far?!"

"It would be best for you and besides Mione said that you can room with her since her roommate left." Gohan replied, knowing that she would change her mind. "So get dressed, we have to leave a quarter to 10." Pan smiled as Gohan got up and left her room. She closed the door and walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. America.hmm.I wondered what it's like.



An hour later.

Knock, knock, knock! "Pan time to go!" Gohan yelled, waiting by the door. Pan walked down the stairs dressed in a white tee shirt and black baggy pants with clear flip-flops. Her hair was in to ponytails in the back and it kinda reminded Gohan of Videl when she was a teenager before she cut her hair. They all got into the car and all the while driving to the airport, they were all silent, somehow cherishing the moments they had with each other.

Pan hopped out of the car and walked, with her parents, to the gate to await the arrival of the airplane.

"Flight 808.I repeat, Flight 808 passengers please board. The plane will leave with or without you." The flight attendant announced in a sweet voice.

Pan looked at her parents, "Well that's me. I.I guess this is goodbye."

"Not goodbye. Just 'see you later'. Never goodbye." Videl replied, hugging her daughter.

"I'm going to miss you. Call me sometime and e-mail me every week." Pan smiled and looked around. "Wait a minute! Where's Bra? Or uncle Goten?"

"They couldn't make it." Gohan lied. "They had plans."

"Oh." Pan said sadly. She hugged her father and slowly walked unto the plane. Never once looking back. Goodbye Japan. Hello America.



Well, that's the first chappie folks! I hope ya liked it. Now review.come on, ya know ya want to do it.