A/N: I finally finished rewriting the second chapter, and I think I might be able to continue this story! Yay! I changed some small things in this chapter, and made it slightly longer. This way, I can finally continue where I left the story. Finally! Leave a nice review, will you?

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragoball Z/GT or any characters related. But the new original character, Kira, in this story is mine.

Chapter 2: Revealing the truth, at long last

With utter disgust Pan watched the young woman. Mirai Pan grabbed her child and held it close to her, whispering the words:

"I told you to stay close to me. You should have listened to me, Kira."

"So it's true?" Pan questioned out loud.

Mirai Pan turned to her younger self. 15 year young, innocent and still enjoying life. What happened to her at this age? Nothing. She remembered when she was 15. This was the period she got to know Vegeta. Where he started training her. There was no virus. No loss.

"Is she mine?" the young girl asked.

Mirai Pan was shocked by the stern voice of her younger self, but slowly nodded.

"She is our daughter, yes." She replied.

Gohans eyes widened. "I'm a grandpa?" he asked, in shock.

Mirai Pan shrugged. "Not in my time, dad."

She swallowed. How long has she not been able to say that.

"You..passed away before Kira was born. All of you did." She added softly.

Kira looked at the crowd and pulled at her mothers shirt. Mirai Pan grinned and pointed at her family.

"That's your grandfather, Gohan, Kira." Kira blinked and waves shyly.

Goten, always cheerful and not shy at all, walked up to Kira and kneeled down. With a smile he introduced himself as "Goten"

Kira nodded happily and told him she already knew.

"Uncle Goten" she repeated cheerfully.

Mirai Pan ruffled her daughters hair and smiled at her uncle.

"You.. she did know you, in my time."

Mirai Pan looked up and pointed at Present Pan.

"That's me, when I was younger." She continued.

Present Pan looked away, refusing to look at the young child. Mirai Pan swallowed before she pointed at the only one left.

"That's.. Bulma." She said, softly.

Bulma, Vegeta's first wife. She still looked the same to Pan. After all these years, Mirai was still impressed at her beauty. It came naturally. The only thing that *did* seem to change was her hairstyle. Bulma remained Bulma, and this was the moment Mirai almost forgot about. The moment she had to tell. Tell Bulma, and the others.

Bulma frowned. "It's nice to meet you, I suppose. But I'm still curious, Pan, what on earth are you talking about? Who did you say the father was?"

Mirai Pan turned around slowly, and Bulma closed her eyes. She did hear it right, the first time. It was true.

"Vegeta, this.." Mirai Pan paused, but knew that *now* was the only right time to say this.

"Kira is your second daughter." She spoke softly, awaiting the comments.

There came none.

Kira, who had been silent all the time, didn't really understand what was going on. These new people were her family, right? Why were they all so quiet? She turned to her supposed father. Vegeta just stared at the young child. Mirai Pan was still holding her. "Mommy, let go." The child started to whine. "I want to go to daddy."

"Stop saying that. I'm not your father, brat " Vegeta said, and looked at Bulma. She just glared at him.

Mirai Pan frowned. "You may not be yet, but in my time you are. Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"You just said that Vegeta was the father of your child. Do you just expect us to believe that?" Bulma interrupted.

Mirai let go of Kira, who tripped and fell on the ground. She was easily distracted and ran off. The sight would have been ever so adorable, if not for the tension that was clearly present. Mirai Pan frowned at Bulma. Of course, as she expected, she felt hostility coming from her. And that was the last thing she needed.

She had missed her so much, but always *knew* she was the only one who could ever be genuinely mad at her. Pan took her husband, after all. With these thoughts running through her head, she stood there, not sure what to say. Suddenly, coming back didn't seem so wonderful anymore.

"Why would I lie about this, Bulma?" she said. "I'm dead serious."

"But Panny?"

Present Pan frowned upon hearing her uncle calling the future woman 'Panny'. But Mirai forgot Bulma for a brief moment and smiled. Goten was a totally different case. Her best friend ever, since, what would happen years from now. She stared at the young guy, only 28 in this time, never grown up. He cut his hair short, again. Dressed in simple jeans and a brand new looking shirt, she could only guess he just went shopping. Goten hated shopping, unless a girl joined him. Goten. Naïve, simple and innocent. The Goten she *remembered* and who became her best friend. In this time, he was just her uncle. It was obvious he was confused as well. He stared at her with a frown, but she couldn't tell him anything.

And there was someone else who didn't seem to understand at all. Gohan, her father who never seemed to change, had a dark look on his face.

"Oh dad," she whispered.

"How..can Vegeta be the father? Pan? What on earth..happened?!"

"I can't explain that now! Not here, not like this! I don't even know where to start!" she said, helplessly.

Pan growled. "Well start somewhere. I find this hard to believe." The young girl said, closing in on her future self.

Mirai Pan found herself surrounded by her long lost relatives. Bulma, still awaiting her answer. Goten, confused by everything that was going on. Gohan, demanding to know how things came to be this way. Present, angry for an obvious reason.

And she looked back over her shoulder to face Vegeta. She looked at him, pleading for help, in any way. He could do nothing but stare. He didn't seem to respond to any of this. He could just watch the young woman, the grown up brat! The same one he had knocked out this morning. The same one he had agreed to spar with.

Would this result in *that*? He turned to child running sitting down in the grass.

His other daughter?

"Listen, I wish I could explain all of this. I can't tell how much I've missed you guys. I never meant for things to go this way. It's just such a long. I.."

"How do we even know it's you?" Present Pan suddenly asked.

Mirai looked at her and blinked. "You don't believe me then?" she asked.

"Prove to me, that you're me." The girl demanded.

"Can't you see? Can't you *feel* it?" Mirai asked confused.

"Prove it! What makes you me? How do we know you're related!" Present Pan was almost hissing.

And Mirai knew she had to prove herself, to the girl. And to everyone else around her. The worst thing was, that she was *positive* they knew it was her. They knew she was Pan from the future. They just didn't want to believe it.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and powered up. Surrounded by golden flames, she pushed back the tears bothering her. As her aura was glowing around her, she felt her golden hair spiking up behind her. She shook her head and looked around her. She could feel the stares coming from her relatives and friends and saw how Present Pan just stood there with her mouth wide open. Gaping at the sight in front of her, her eyes widened and speechless.

"You.." she stuttered, "You *can*!" was all she could bring out.

Mirai Pan nodded, feeling the blood pumping through her veins. Her head ached, like a pain she had never felt before. She was tired, angry, afraid. Above all, she was frustrated.

Even Kira noticed. She had crawled back up and ran towards her mother.

"Mommy, don't be angry!" she said, looking up in worry.

Mirai Pan shook her head. "Don't worry, chibi. I'm just.." She looked at Goten in front of her and gave a faint smile.

"Watch out." She whispered, before she collapsed in his arms.

"MOMMY!"

Kira started pulling at her mother, poking her in all places, trying to wake her up. She turned to all the people around. "What did you do? Can't you help her?" she asked, her eyes watering up.

Goten picked Mirai Pan up and looked at his brother, in confusion. Gohan was looking at the young girl. How she reminded him of little Pan. But it was true. He recognized Vegeta in her, as well. And that thought sickened him. He looked at Vegeta for a brief moment, who had changed his dumbfounded attitude into one of awe.

The future visitor was also a Super Sayian. Not only that, it was Pan, who had turned Super Sayian.

Pan was the other one who did not know what to do or say. She had just witnessed herself turning Super Sayian. She could actually do that. She was going to. It was true. She would be able to! But why. Why her? Why did she come back here to shock all of them, sicken her, embarrassing her, and then make her jealous?

And before she could think or say anything else, Kira stood in front of her, almost crying. Pan raised a brow at the girl and looked around helplessly. No one responded, and all Kira did was yell.

"Help her!" she pleaded, pulling at Present Pans arm. She looked down. This was her daughter. She could see it.

"No.." she whispered. "You.." Kira released her arm and stared at her for a moment. Suddenly Pan shook her head.

"Ok. Enough already." she said and grabbed Kira's hand.

"Mommy will be okay, let's just take you inside." She said, faking a smile. "Maybe you want some cookies?"

Kira nodded, whipping her tears away and followed Pan. Pan shrugged at her father, and walked inside, leaving everyone else behind with the unconscious Mirai Pan.

Goten looked down at the girl in his arms. "We can't leave her like this." He commented and turned to Gohan.

"She's *your* daughter!"

Gohan sighed. It was his daughter. This time, someone related to *him* came back. Why? And why did she bring her daughter with her? Whose father was Vegeta, of all people?! He had no idea, no idea at all, what was going. And the thought that his daughter might end up with Vegeta, scared him most of all. He knew she was fond of him, but to have his child?!

He shook his head and whispered Bulma's name. She looked up and came to her senses.

"Right, of course.." she mumbled. "Let's take her inside. In fact, let's all go inside." Goten sighed with relief, still holding Mirai Pan and almost ran inside, finally able to put her down. Gohan and Bulma followed slowly, still awfully silent and with a dazed look on their face. Before Bulma stepped inside, she turned around.

"Vegeta?" She asked, softly.

He finally looked her in the eyes, but his expression was emotionless. She had no idea what he was thinking.

"Don't, woman." He said. "Please."

"There you are! What is going on? Pan rushed right past me with a little girl, and she looked *angry*!" Trunks said, obviously amused. His jaw dropped when he saw that his best friend wasn't listening to him, but carried a young woman inside.

"Goten! Who's she?!" he asked, as he made room on the couch for her to lie down.

Goten looked at her and grinned.

"Can't you tell? It's Pan!"

"What do you mean, Pan? She's at least *our* age!" Trunks replied, still unaware of the situation.

"Trunks, she's from the future!" Goten said bluntly, as if this was the most ordinary thing in the world.

"But if this is Pan, then who was that little girl with the other.." Trunks scratched his head and looked up as Gohan and Bulma entered the living room.

"Where's Pan?" Gohan asked him.

Trunks blinked. "Here, apparently." He joked, but received a glare from Gohan.

"Sorry, she went to the kitchen with that girl." He pointed. "Who was *she* again?" he asked, turning back to Goten.

Gohan ignored the rest and walked towards the kitchen, while Bulma kneeled down and felt Mirai Pans pulse. Mirai's black hair covered her face. Her face was the only thing that reminded them of Pan. . But since her eyes were closed, none of them could see how *much* she resembled Pan. Grown up, sure. But still the same girl. It was hard to believe that Pan, the tomboy, would grow up to be a beautiful girl. Bulma had to admit, this girl was pretty. Very pretty

"Good." She said, "She's just asleep. If you want, you can bring her upstairs, to one of the bedrooms. I'll be in my lab, if you need me, Goten." She said, once again forcing a smile on her face.

"Hai, Bulma." Goten smiled.

When Gohan entered the kitchen, he found a cheerful Kira, eating cookies and Pan, watching her from a distance. When she looked up, he saw how confused she was.

"So this is your daughter." Her father stated.

"I guess. Can you imagine? Me? A mom?" she said, shaking her head.

"She's gorgeous, Pan. Of course she's yours." Gohan smiled.

Pan rolled her eyes.

"Well I'm just *so* pleased with this future daughter. What am I supposed to do with her?"

Kira looked up, her face covered with crumbs, which caused Gohan to smile.

"You can teach her some manners?" he tried.

"Dad." Pan glared at him.

"Pan, honey, I have no idea how to handle this either. All we can do is wait until she feels better." He said, nodding in the direction of the living room, where Goten picked his niece up, once again.

"I'm taking her upstairs!" he yelled through the house.

Suddenly, Pan snapped. Whatever. He could take her upstairs, it wouldn't change anything. Sure, take her in, take care of her. Make her feel welcome. And what about the kid? What about herself?

"Pan?"

"Hm?"

"Nothing, you just seemed rather distracted all of the sudden."

"Oh really?" she sneered. "Glad you noticed. You know what, watch the kid, will you?"

Gohan blinked. "Why, where are you going? Shouldn't you.. check on your older self?" he asked, cautiously.

Pan glared at him. "I'm just *going*. And I don't care about her. Do with her what you want, I just don't want to hear about it!"

With those words Pan walked away from her father and the young girl, she ignored the startled Trunks she bumped into and ran outside, to the one place she knew no one would bother her.

Vegeta's Gravity Room.

And Gohan was left behind, with Kira.

"Hungwy?" she asked, offering him a cookie.

Gohan rubbed the back of his head.

"What am I supposed to do with you?"