Ok, I know some of the scenes in my chapters are really corny. Believe me, I realize that. But I guess the purpose of them is to not only bring you random, corny, humor, but to establish relationships between certain characters. For example, that scene with Pan and Sharpner in the lunch room. That was a humor thing, and also something to show how Gohan and Videl react to Pan's arrival as well as to show, once again, Pan's temper when she feels threatened. Just wanted to say that incase you ever wondered what the hell certain snippets in the story had to do with anything. Sometimes I wonder... Anyway, enjoy this chapter and please, please review.

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Chapter 12

The next day, Pan and Gohan arrived at Orange Star High School earlier than usual. They were both excited that Pan had an actual plan, even if she wasn't sure it would work. All she knew was that the hostility between her and Videl would stand in the way of her goal, so she'd have to extend the olive branch of peace Videl's way before she even thought of anything else. Operation Save Pan's Existence was under way.

"Hey, Videl," Pan said as she turned to the always scowling girl who was her future mother. "How's it going today?"

Videl raised an eyebrow. "Fine...."

Pan was slightly amused by her expression. "Did I do something wrong by asking you a question?" If she was anything like her mother was at that age, she was sure that she was right.

"Actually, yes, you did," Videl replied, then turned her face away from Pan with an expression of pure disgust, as if Pan reeked of some sort of repelling stench. "I don't like you."

Pan wasn't intimidated or even hurt by her sharpness. She knew it was only a defense mechanism. Videl was just a slightly different version of herself, after all. "Why is that?"

Videl's head turned to face Pan sharply. "Because you won't shut up!"

"And you think telling me this will make me shut up?" The look Videl gave her made her want to laugh out loud, but she suppressed the urge and continued to talk. "You know, if you knew me well you would've known that about me."

"And your point is...?"

"Well," Pan leaned back in her chair as the teacher took attendance in a monotone voice. "I think we should get to know each other. It looks like I'm going to be staying at Gohan's for awhile, and you're going to be there a lot for your flying lessons and what not, so it's obvious that we're going to spend a lot of time together whether we like it or not. I think we should make an effort to get to know each other." - Wow, I actually sounded logical...-

Videl seemed to be pondering that idea as she tapped her pen rhythmically on her desk. "Makes sense.... I guess it wouldn't hurt to try to be nice, even if you are pretty annoying..."

Pan grinned and put her arms behind her head, leaning farther and farther in her chair. "Glad you see it my way." She turned to Gohan and winked at him, just as her chair slipped all the way backward, making her fall to the hard floor on her head. The fall did more damage to the room, however, for the force of her weight made the room slightly rumble and crack in places. It didn't stop the class from laughing at Pan though and like a Son, she grinned and sat back down, blushing a radiant red.

To The Future....
"Damn, damn, damn!" Bulma cursed as she slammed her head on her desk with each word. The solution to their problem had yet to be solved, and the more she worked on it, the harder the solution seemed to be found. There was just no way she could track them down, and without knowing their exact location, she couldn't get into the other time machine to bring Trunks and Pan back. Unless they somehow found a way to bring themselves back on their own time, bringing Trunks and Pan back seemed like a lost cause. And when she told Videl that morning, regretfully, she went completely hysterical.

"What the hell do you mean you've done all you can?" Videl shouted in Bulma's face. "You've got to be kidding? You're a fucking genius! There's got to be some other way!"

"Well if there is, it's beyond me," Bulma replied, clearly frustrated. Her hair was tousled and matted to her face, and her eyes told a story of their own. But as for bringing their children back, there seemed to be no possible solution.

"It's impossible..." Videl mumbled, shaking her head from side to side. "Pan will come back... she will... You will bring her back!" On the last sentence, Videl grabbed Bulma by the collar of her lab coat and was shaking her so hard that her teeth rattled. She screamed and smacked the blue haired scientist, totally in rage, frustration, and understandably on the verge of losing her mind.

"Uh... hello?"

Videl stopped when she heard another voice at the top of the stairs. She turned and saw Xavier standing there, looking both scared and embarrassed.

"Uh... I'm sorry, but the door was unlocked so..." He trailed off.

Videl dropped Bulma into her seat. "It's ok, Xavier. Come on down."

Bulma was holding her rattled head and trying to regain her composure as Xavier took a seat next to Videl at an empty table.

"Have you seen Pan these past couple days?" He asked. "I haven't been able to get a hold of her."

Videl almost burst into tears as she told him the story, the fight for possession of the invention with no name, Trunks and Pan's disappearance, and their futile search for a solution in bringing them back home. Xavier was silent for a long time, obviously in shock at the news.

"I've tried everything..." Bulma went on. "And there seems to be no solution to the problem."

"Wow..." Was all Xavier could say. "Are... Are you sure?"

"I'm afraid so..." Bulma told him. "The only way I can think of was taking the old time machine and traveling to whatever time they landed in to pick them up, but there's no way of knowing where they went... or..."

"Or?" Videl's eyes widened at the sound of a hopeful possibility. "Or what?"

"Well, it's time consuming..." Bulma went on. "But it could work..."

"What?" Xavier was also getting impatient.

"Well..." Bulma got up and started to pace her laboratory. "We could send one of us in the time machine and simply push in random time periods and search for them there."

"What?" Videl asked. "How is that going to work? Where are we going to know to look for them?"

"Gohan taught you to sense ki didn't he?"

"Yeah...."

"So you can feel around for their kis and if you don't sense them, jump into the time machine and go to a different time period."

"Wait a minute," Videl stood up. "Why do I have to be the one to do this bizarre journey?"

"You won't be alone," Bulma replied, grinning sadistically. "Xavier will be with you."

"Wh-What?" Xavier shot out of his chair. "Why me?"

"She needs someone to go with, that's why," Bulma replied as she took out a capsule from one of her drawers. She threw it to the ground, and out of the smoke appeared the same time machine Trunks had traveled in. "Now the time machine has to charge, so you have a couple hours to kill before you have to leave. I suggest you two think of a good strategy."

Videl and Xavier looked at each other for a long moment, each with their own look of doubtfulness, curiosity, and fear.

Back to the Past...
"Interesting..." Bulma mumbled to Trunks as she tried to reassemble the invention once again. She was making better progress at it, learning how the wires connected and trying to piece it back together using her hypotheses. So far, they managed to reassemble it wrong twice and each time they had to take it apart and start over, of course. They were getting somewhere at least.

The conversation she held with Trunks while they were working was basically his telling of the story of how he got together with Pan, the condensed version at least. He started all the way from his relationship with her father, although he didn't reveal his true identity, to her birth, to the most recent events that brought them together romantically and inevitably caused their bondage and unwanted wedding preparations.

"Pan's mom sounds like Chichi," Bulma said with a laugh. "That woman would do anything to be able to plan Gohan's wedding."

Trunks smiled. "Pan's not so happy about it. In fact, I think she's a little afraid to get married, and frankly, so am I."

"Well Pan is only 18," Bulma replied as she fingered a piece of metal and tried to figure out how it fit on the invention. It was truly a tedious task. "That's not unreasonable. But what's your excuse, Trunks? You're what... 34?"

"Thirty-two, thank you very much," Trunks replied, looking somewhat disgusted.

"Whatever. Anyway, what do you have to be afraid of?"

"The ball and chain. What else?"

Bulma snorted and brushed some of her blue locks out of her face. "Men. I don't know what it is that makes you afraid of commitment.... Maybe it's more a Saiyan thing. I don't think I've ever met a human man who was so irrationally afraid of marriage. I nearly had to knock Vegeta unconscious to get him down the aisle."

Trunks laughed picturing the image she construed. "I don't think it'll be as serious as all that. I love Pan; I just don't know if I want to marry her yet. We're already married, technically... if you count the bond that is. There's no way we can reverse it; we're meant to be together forever now. If you think about it, getting married the old fashion way is pointless."

Bulma shook her head. "No matter how you try to sugar coat it, the fact of the matter is, you're still not married. I don't care if you are in the Saiyan sense, she's human, you're half human. If you keep having sex and pretend you're married, there's no point in putting it off."

Trunks blushed to the roots of his hair at the mention of sex, but ignored it as his mother from the past smirked at him.

She laughed. "Grow up, Trunks."

Orange Star....
"So your Dad saved the world from Cell, huh?"

Videl nodded proudly as she carried a surprisingly pleasant conversation with Pan. They sat at their usual table in the cafeteria at lunch, minus Sharpner and Erasa, and Videl hated to admit it, but she was beginning to like Pan. She noticed that Pan was so much like her that she didn't understand why she ever hated her in the first place. Of course it was the fact that she seemed too close to Gohan too quick, but the more she got to know her and see how she interacted with Gohan, she seemed harmless. She looked like a lost little girl simply clinging to someone for comfort, for a new friend or something she lost. If only she knew...

"Wow..." Pan said, trying not to sound sarcastic, for Videl's sake. Trunks had told her the story of Cell a million times, and knew the true savior of the world was Gohan. It made her grin just realizing that her father saved the entire world from a vicious tyrant. "What a story..."

"Yeah," Videl replied. "He's the strongest guy in the world... although sometimes I think the whole Cell thing is a load of bullshit."

Gohan, who sat next to Pan, began to choke on an enormous chicken leg. Pan just ignored him and asked, "Why is that?"

"Well..." Videl looked up, as if trying to gather her thoughts, and then back at Pan. "The footage from the Cell Games is really incomplete, so he could've stolen the credit from any of the other fighters there. And given that most of them were related to Gohan in some way, there's a good chance one of them could've defeated Cell while the cameras were blown out."

"I see..." Pan mumbled as Gohan struggled with chewing his chicken leg. His heart was racing a mile a minute, hoping and praying to Dende that she wouldn't find out his secret.

Videl raised an eyebrow at Gohan. "Are you ok?"

"Uh... yeah," Gohan replied, looking both paranoid and nervous. "I'm good."

Videl gave him another weird look before she continued to talk to Pan. Gohan and Pan exchanged knowing looks, and somehow he knew she could be trusted. There was something about her that made him feel connected to her for life. Even though he just met her two days ago, she seemed so open and so much like him.... and oddly enough, like Videl. But the feelings he felt for Videl were entirely different from what he felt when he was with Pan. Sure, he felt comfortable and at ease and even protective with both of them, but the reasons were far different, far from his comprehension. He was certain, however, that if Pan was able to hook him up with Videl, he would be forever grateful.

Later that day, Videl went home with Pan and Gohan after school for her flying lesson. Pan came along to watch and to be of some possible help, while Little Trunks and Goten played some bizarre game which looked to Pan like "let's see how many boulders we can blow up".

"Videl, I know you can do this," Gohan told her encouragingly as she struggled to use her energy to levitate off the ground. "Just concentrate."

"I... am... concentrating," Videl said through gritted teeth.

"Concentrate harder then!" Gohan commanded.

"I am damn it!" She screamed and let out a scream of anguish. "Why is this so easy for you? And Goten! It took him about 20 minutes!" She turned to Pan, who was sitting in the grass a few feet away from them. "How long did it take you to learn to fly?"

Pan grinned. It was hard to lie to make her feel better. It was entertaining to watch her mother not be able to do something to perfection. "About as long as Goten... maybe a minute or two longer..."

"Wow..." Gohan trailed off, impressed. "How old were you when Trunks taught you to fly?"

"Younger than Goten... maybe 5 or 6..."

"ARRRRRGGGG!!!!" Videl screamed. "Why can't I do this?"

Gohan walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders to calm her down. "It takes time, Videl. Everyone is different. Some people it just comes naturally to, and others it doesn't. Don't get discouraged. It'll come to you."

Videl just stared at him for awhile. His voice was so soft and calm that it sent chills down her spine. His words made her feel confident, and gave her a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach, like butterflies. She didn't blink; but neither did Gohan. They stood, staring at each other as if the answer to everything complex in the world was in his dark, black orbs, and her lavender-blue ones. All time stopped. Nothing else existed. It was just Videl and Gohan...

But from Pan's view, time didn't stop. She raised an eyebrow at the past versions of her parents, and then snickered at the look they were giving each other. - This is great. Maybe I don't have to work to get them together after all.-

As Gohan and Videl moved closer and closer to each other, the space between their faces shrinking more and more, Pan sat at the edge of her seat, waiting for the outcome of this sudden act of affection. But in the distance, she felt an odd surge of power, and felt ki flying towards them at inhuman speeds. Realizing what was happening, she screamed, "Look out!"

Gohan's brain finally focused on something other than Videl, just in time to see the ki blast flying towards them. In one quick action he grabbed Videl and pushed her down to the ground as the blast coasted past them and into a boulder. If he hadn't thrown Videl onto the ground with him, the blast would've collided with her stomach and the outcome would've been fatal.

Gohan looked down at Videl from his position, which just happened to be on top of her. "You ok, Videl?"

Videl, who had been shaking and obviously startled by the sudden events, looked up at Gohan and replied, "... I... yeah. I'm ok."

It was then that Gohan noticed the position they were in and bolted up so fast even Pan couldn't see the movement. She snickered and walked over to them as Gohan helped Videl up. The Sons and a future Son looked up at the sky, and saw Goten rubbing his head with the Son grin plastered on his face, and Little Trunks laughing, hovering in the air next to him. They had found their culprit.

"I'm sorry!" Goten yelled, blushing.

Gohan shook his head. He was never going to get what he wanted.

~*~

Darkness suddenly appeared and the white light that was once the setting of this strange parallel universe dispersed without a trace. The occupant of the unknown place of darkness was relieved, for the light was terribly blinding and hurt his crystal blue eyes.

But even though the darkness was comforting, it soon became disturbing, for he could not see anything at all. The realization that he was in the middle of nowhere made him somewhat panicked, but he quickly calmed himself and started to walk around his prison of obscurity.

Suddenly, the ground began to quake, first slightly, then violently until it knocked the lavender-haired warrior off his feet. He looked up in wonder as the ground began to separate and the once blackness was now replaced by fire. It looked somewhat akin to hell, or the inside of a volcano. Rock and dirt... and so much fire...

Trunks stood up on shaky feet and looked down from his position on a cliff-like formation. It appeared to be standing in a pool of what looked to be molten lava. Whatever this place was, Trunks knew he was getting the hell out of here.

But as soon as he started to take off in search of an exit, Pan suddenly appeared on a higher cliff. She was sitting down and rocking back and forth with a blank look on her face, as if she was in some sort of hypnotic trance.

"Pan!" Trunks called out to her. "What are you doing? Get down here with me!"

She continued to rock back and forth, but turned to look at Trunks as if she'd never seen him before. He called her name again, but she started to shake her head and then she disappeared.

"Trunks."

He turned around and saw Pan behind him, the same vacant look in her onyx eyes. "Pan, come with me. We've got to get out of this.... place..."

She shook her head again. "Why'd you let me do it, Trunks?"

Trunks looked confused. "Do what?"

She stared at him and refused to answer, never blinking, never uttering a sound. Trunks tilted his head to the side and tried to grab her arm. The volcanic-like place they were in seemed to be ready to explode, and he wanted to get them out before it was too late. But Pan stepped back when he tried to touch her, and her eyes suddenly grew as wide as plates.

"Pan, what's the matter?" Trunks asked, deeply concerned and confused. He tried to step forward, but she always moved away from him, and now not only did she have a look of panic on her face, but her breathing was irregular, heavy and loud. She brought a hand to her heart as tears suddenly sprang to her eyes and flowed freely like two rivers of despair, but she wouldn't let Trunks touch her. Wouldn't let him try to help her. She was obviously in pain and it was driving him crazy that he couldn't bring the pain away. Their bond allowed him to feel her pain almost as bad as she did, and it was so unbearable that he was ready to cry if he couldn't stop it.

"Please let me help you, Panny," He said as calmly as he could, even though his heart was racing. He brought his hand out for her to take it, but she practically ran away from it, looking so panicked and frightened that he was sure it literally broke his heart. Still breathing heavily and clutching her heart, she backed up so much that she was almost to the edge of the narrow cliff they were standing on; one more step backwards and she would be long gone.

"Pan, don't move back!" He screamed and instinctively ran forward, but the sudden movement scared her and she did exactly what he didn't want her to do: she moved back. She stepped off the cliff and began to fall to her death. Trunks was about to fly in after her, but found he couldn't move. All he could was scream her name as hot tears ran down his cheeks in never-ending streams, and as she continued to fall, he could hear her call his name desperately... Trunks... Trunks...

"Trunks? Hello?...... Wake up!"

Trunks jumped up, startled. "What?"

"You were asleep at my desk," Bulma replied. "And I guess you were having a nightmare because you were screaming something and twitching a lot." She wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead with a look of maternal concern. "Are you ok?"

Trunks slowly sat down in the chair he was sleeping in and ran a hand through his hair. He sighed loudly, the dream he'd just had still fresh in his mind and very disturbing. "Now I am... I had the strangest nightmare..."

Bulma patted him on the back. "Want to talk about it?" He shook his head. "Well apparently Vegeta wants to talk to you about something. He said meet him in the GR before you leave."

Trunks' eyebrows knit and made a crease in his forehead. He was really confused now, but shrugged it off as he tried once again to help his mother fix the invention before he called it a night. He was missing Pan terribly, even more so now that he'd had another disturbing dream. The one the night before was bad enough, but this one... it made him cringe just thinking about it. He never actually saw what happened to Pan in the last one; in the most recent one, he knew. And what was worst of all, he was powerless to stop it.

He decided to check up on her, so he concentrated hard to send a mental message to Pan through their bond.

~ Hey, Panny.~

A few moments of silence, then ~ Trunks-kun! Where are you?~

He walked through the halls. ~ Still in Capsule Corp. I have to stop by the GR before I leave. My dad wants to talk to me.~

He heard Pan chuckle in his head and it made him smile. It was like a soft, sweet melody to him, a familiar song that brought him comfort when he really needed it. ~ Too bad your dad isn't the same age like mine is.~

Trunks laughed. ~ Do you realize how weird that just sounded?~

Pan laughed out loud this time, earning her weird looks from Gohan and Videl. ~ Oh well... When do you think you'll be here?~

~ I don't know... As soon as I can... I miss you.~

Pan smiled. He could picture it in his head as he neared closer to the Gravity Room. ~ I miss you too... So get your ass over here, damn it.~

~ Yes, ma'am.... I love you, Panny-chan. ~

~ I love you too, Trunks-kun.~

The mental conversation was cut off just as he reached the front door of the Gravity Room. Inside, he heard small explosions, the only evidence he needed of his father's presence. He took a deep breath, wondering what Vegeta could possibly want with him. He was about to open the door when Vegeta suddenly appeared in front of it.

"What's taking so long, brat?" He asked in his usual tone. "You've been standing out here for the past five minutes."

Trunks grinned sheepishly. Probably something he'd acquired from Pan. "Just a little lost in thought I guess."

Vegeta snorted as he walked inside and Trunks stepped in after him. The gravity in the room was well above the normal Earth level, but it didn't bother Trunks much, though he was very much relieved when Vegeta turned it off. He leaned against a wall with one leg drawn up, the same way his father was on the opposite wall.

"So what's up?" Trunks asked. "Mom said you wanted to see me."

Vegeta nodded. "Indeed I did. There's something I want to discuss with you."

Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Go on..."

Vegeta cleared his throat and shifted his position on the wall. "There's something strange about your girlfriend," No beating around the bush with Vegeta.

"What do you mean?"

"Her scent. It's oddly familiar to me. Not just because I smelled it on you the other day, but it reminds me of someone I absolutely hate. Someone I clearly despise with every fiber of my being. She smells like Kakkarot.... like a Son... and I want to know why... I demand to know why my son's mate smells like a... Son." He almost shuddered as he said the name. The idea that he would be related to Kakkarot in some way was utterly repulsing to the Prince of Saiyans, Kakkarot's sole enemy from the moment he met Vegeta. The idea was totally bizarre, so for the sake of his sanity, he was hoping that he was getting old and his senses were dulling.

Trunks fidgeted under his father's questioning gaze. He looked down at the floor, trying not to look too guilty.

He was afraid of this. He knew it right from the start that that advanced Saiyan sense of smell that his father possessed would get him into trouble. So now he either had to tell him the truth, that Pan was Goku's granddaughter from the future and swear him to secrecy, or simply keep his mouth shut, make up an excuse to get him out of this uncomfortable situation. But if he did that, what kind of excuse could he possibly come up with? Then again, if he told Vegeta the truth, there would no limit to the anger his father will summon. He could only imagine how it must feel for your own son to choose a descendant of your archrival for a mate. It must feel like the ultimate betrayal. But betrayal wouldn't stop Trunks from being with Pan. That would be betraying himself.

"Well..." Trunks stammered after an interminable silence in the Gravity Room. The silence was so deafening that his ears were starting to ring. "I guess I should just blurt it out. But you have to promise me to keep this a secret, otherwise I can't tell you."

Vegeta raised his eyebrow. "Whatever. Just tell me."

"You promise not to-"

"Yes! Get on with it!"

Trunks fidgeted once again, and then began to speak. "Well, to make a long story short, Pan is a Son. She's.... Goku's granddaughter... Gohan's daughter."

Vegeta started to laugh. Well... maybe laugh isn't the right word... Vegeta was nearly in tears he was laughing so hard. Obviously not the reaction Trunks was expecting. He didn't even know his father could laugh.

"You mean that naive little brat actually got laid?" Vegeta managed to choke out. "I didn't even think he knew where babies come from."

Trunks raised an eyebrow as Vegeta's laughter started to cease. "I didn't think it was funny..."

"Oh, but it is," Vegeta replied, brushing tears from his face. Then, in his normal tone, "So you're telling me you've bonded with your dead best friend's daughter?"

"Basically. Gohan died before she was born, so she's never known him."

Vegeta smirked. "Who is this child's mother?"

Trunks looked down at his feet as he answered. "I can't tell you that. I've told you too much already."

"It's the Satan brat, isn't it?"

Trunks' head bolted up. "How in the hell do you know everything?"

Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest with that familiar look of arrogance on his face. "I am Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans. There is no limit to the knowledge I possess."

Trunks ran a hand through his hair. "I should've known..."

To The Future...
"I can't believe I'm actually going to do this," Xavier said as he looked at the time machine sitting in the front yard of Capsule Corp. To him it looked like the symbol of his death, a vehicle which promised impending doom and no return.

Videl couldn't agree with him more. She found the whole situation bizarre, annoyingly tedious, and a total act of desperation. But she was more than willing to try it for awhile. She needed her daughter back some how.

"Ok," Bulma said as she stood in front of the time machine, checking everything out. She turned to Videl and pulled out a capsule which she placed in her friend's hand. "Take this. It's got about a year's supply of food and drinks in it."

"A year?" Xavier nearly shrieked, looking totally taken aback. "Do you really think we'll be out there that long?"

"There's no telling," Bulma replied. "But you have everything you need just in case." She pulled two more objects out of her pocket, which looked sort of like walkie-talkies. "You can use these to communicate with me. I'm not so sure that they'll work, they're sort of a last minute thing I whipped up, but I think they'll work out just fine. Call me when you land and if you find them. That goes for every place you land at."

"Ok," Videl replied as Xavier helped her into the time machine. "No problem."

"I have a bad feeling about this..." Xavier mumbled to himself as he climbed into the free seat next to her.

"Now everything else you can possibly need is in the time machine," Bulma told them. "You guys be careful, ok?"

"Alright," Videl called to her with a wave.

"I'm going to die... I'm going to die..." Xavier mumbled as he shut the time machine.

"You ready?" Videl asked as she punched in a random course.

"Whatever..." Xavier sighed as he put his hands on his head. "I knew I should've left Pan alone at summer camp... I mean, she was shooting light from her hands... and she's an alien... Was I on drugs at camp?"

Videl ignored Xavier's nervous ramblings as the time machine began to shake and rise from the ground. She smiled and gave Bulma once last wave before she and Xavier disappeared for their unknown journey through the river of time.

Bulma stood there in her yard for awhile, thinking about the last time she saw that very time machine disappear for another journey. She closed her eyes as she pictured Trunks waving to her... Videl standing next to her holding little Pan's hand while she screamed and cried, watching her best friend leave her. It was funny how much time had past, how much life had changed since then.

When she finally walked back into the house, she smiled, remembering the word she scribbled on it when Trunks made his first journey to the past. That one four-letter word kept her sane while he was away, and she knew it would have to keep her sane once again. She just had to have hope.

To The Past...
"So now Vegeta knows my true identity?"

Trunks nodded as he laid in the guest room bed at the Son house, watching Pan write something on the desk in front of him. He'd just explained his talk with Vegeta, and now Pan turned to him with worried eyes.

"What if he tells someone?" Pan asked. "Couldn't that wreck my chances of getting born?"

"Possibly," Trunks told her honestly. "But I wouldn't worry too much about it. As long as Gohan and Videl don't find out, I don't think there should be a problem with it. I highly doubt my dad would squeal."

Pan turned around to scribble on her piece of paper some more. "What makes you so sure?"

"I just have a feeling... I figure if I can trust Goku with the same kind of information, I can trust my father."

"I won't even ask what you mean by that."

Trunks got up and walked over to the desk Pan was sitting at. "What are you writing?"

Pan grinned. "Homework. Weird, huh?"

"Oh yeah. I don't think you ever did homework when you were in high school the first time. And yet you still graduated with honors."

Pan's grin turned into a cocky smirk. "And now that I've had a chance to see my parents in action at school, I can see why. Dad's practically a genius."

"Don't you think you should get in the habit of calling him Gohan? You might slip up one day."

Pan shrugged and walked over to the bed. "I guess I figure I should say it as much as I can now. I'll never get to call anyone 'Dad' again."

Trunks walked over to her and put his arms around her. "I know, Panny. I know exactly how you feel. Remember, I grew up without my dad too."

Pan smiled as Trunks kissed her forehead. "You always know how to make me feel better."

Trunks smiled back before she started to kiss him, and soon all was forgotten. There were no worries involving what was revealed to Vegeta. No worries about how to get Gohan and Videl together. No worries about nightmares or marriage. All Trunks saw was Pan, and all Pan saw was Trunks. Nothing else mattered.

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Sweet little ending, huh? Don't forget to review. And it would help me out a lot if you would go check out my bio and let me know about the ideas I have for future stories. Not to mention if you would check out my two other stories, restore some of my faith in them. Thanks much. Oh! I didn't get to email anyone about this chapter because my stupid computer won't let me log in to my hotmail anymore. Ain't that a bitch? So you won't be getting update emails for... shit... there's no telling how long. Just be glad this chapter finally got posted... I should be doing homework right now, but I'm posting. Feel special.

Next Chapter: It's been a week since they've landed, and Trunks is more than a little frustrated. Still having nightmares, he turns into a walking mass of nerves. Meanwhile, Pan and Videl grow closer when they are assigned to do a project for school and Gohan has a serious talk with Pan also. But while all this is going on, Xavier and the future Videl land in the wrong place at the wrong time. Excited? I bet you are.