Thank you, thank you to all that reviewed my story so far. I love you guys.

Hey, I've got a new chapter done (3 cheers 4 me), though this is not that long, not like the first part. Here thing will get a bit more complicated. As you already know Pan has accidentally transported herself in the same year in the alternative time. That means she's going to meet none other, u guys know.

Anyway I don't own DB/Z/GT L. I thank you Akira Toriyama 4 making this magnificent anime.

Part 2: Their Present

Mysterious Woman Appears

Capsule Corporation, Alternative Timeline

   "Trunks, dear, could you get me that bag in the foyer please," Bulma (Mirai Bulma) said from the kitchen. "I think I left some of the ingredients there."

   Trunks (Mirai Trunks) stood up from the sofa, leaving some work papers he brought home with him and did what he was told. He brought the bag to his mother.

   "Hmm… That smells delicious, mom," Trunks said. "You sure knows how to cook." (Hey, this is my story. And This Bulma's not the Bulma from the present time. Lucky Trunks.)

   "Stop kissing up Trunks," Bulma said, but she glowed from her son's compliment.

   Their timeline had finally found its peace right after Trunks destroyed the androids. The population had gradually increased from the past years. The wealth of the world had also increased. The people's lives were becoming the lives they've lived before the android came and attack the world.

   But some things have also change. The people of this timeline had learned a good amount of lesson. They weren't like the people in the present timeline. They have learned to accept everyone as equal, may he be rich or not. They learned to appreciate every God given time they have, having seen how lives could end as fast as bat of the eye. It was a world of peace and humility.

   "Ok Trunks, help yourself," Bulma said as she placed the last bowl on the table.

   Trunks ate up quietly and fast, cleaning up his portion of the food within minutes while Bulma ate with less enthusiasm and more reserve.

   Bulma watched her son eat with true Saiyan enthusiasm, a smile tugging her lips. It makes her really happy to see her son living a normal life he so deserves.

   When they were finished Trunks helped his mother clean out the table while telling her of what has been happening with the company and what his plans were.

   "If the profit this year rises up to expectation we can finally open up a branch in Brelle City. It would help boost their economy with all the jobs that will be available." Trunks said. "I'm really glad Capsule Corp is growing to as it was you said it was. We could use the money to secure our lives and other people too."

   "Thanks to you. You sure have a hand with business Trunks. I never imagined that, especially with you growing up as a fighter. Everything will turn out very well with you in control," Bulma said. "And I'm happy to tell that we've been able to give those orphaned children staying in St. Margaret a new family to take care of them off. Chi-Chi had helped me a lot with this project. She works herself to stupor. I've tried to slow her down but she wouldn't listen. She had been up in dawn till late in the evening interviewing the adopters and trying to sort out which kid would be best suited for them."

   "Chi-Chi should rest a little," Trunks commented.

   Bulma sighed. "But she wouldn't listen. I honestly believe she works this hard to block out loneliness, especially after Ox-King died two years ago. She doesn't have a family left."

   Trunk cocked his head sideways. "Did you asked her to move here with us mom? It would be better if she's here so she wouldn't be alone so much and I could also look over her."

   "She doesn't want to," Bulma simply said. "She said she'll never leave the place she lived in with Goku and Gohan. It was the only thing she has left of them. She said it'll brake her heart if she does."

   Trunks sighed over this. Chi-Chi was still being Chi-Chi, as stubborn as ever. But she couldn't blame her. Goku died a long time ago because of a heart virus and Gohan from the hands of the Androids years later. Chi-Chi had been happy to hear that her alternative self would be spared the horror she and all the survivor of this timeline experienced first hand. But that didn't took the loneliness and longing she feels for her family. Soon, he knows, she'll stop suffering. She was only able to hold on this long because of Goku. She knew he would have hold on as long as possible to help the others. And that's exactly what she did.

    A thought came to his head, one he had been avoiding of thinking at all. Her mother's not a young woman anymore. She's been holding on this world just like Chi-Chi. She only has one more reason to live and that was for him, he knows. He was not selfish enough to keep his mother here forever. As much as he doubted it, his mother really missed his father. True, he'd seen a glimpse of a father in him when he found out he fought against Cell when he died but he has never seen the husband side of him. Bulma loves him a lot. Because…

   His trains of thoughts were suddenly stopped when he and Bulma heard a roar just out side the back yard followed by a loud crash. He ran outside to investigate. Bulma was close behind him. What they saw made them start. It was some sort of contraption, big enough to be some sort of machine with a whole living necessities in it, like a mini house. Its purpose is still to be guessed. But what surprised them the most was the logo: Capsule Corp. But it was not one of their models.

   Trunks carefully pressed the open button, alert as ever and expecting something to jump out of it and attack him. When the smoke that came inside the contraption cleared, Trunks entered with Bulma in tow. Trunks studied the surroundings carefully, noting that the control panel was smeared with blood. The place did look like a mini house of some sort, with a small room in a corner that looks like a bedroom and a kitchen just a couple of metres away from it. He studied the control to determine what sort of contraption it was until his attention was turned at his mother, who cried out to him.

   "Mom, what is it?" he asked.

   "The girl, she's hurt!" Bulma exclaimed, kneeling down at the unconscious woman lying in the floor just behind the big chair before the master's control.

   Trunks looked at the woman, studying her features. Even though she was lying there almost at death's door, pale from the lost of blood, she looked exquisite, like an angel from heaven. He mentally smacked himself for thinking that at a time like this. The woman needs help, and she needs it as soon as possible.

   "Mom, call Dr. Ream get him here as soon as possible. He's off a shift right now and lives just a block away from us. If we try and get her to the hospital it might be too late. I'll settle her in my room," Trunks said.

   Bulma did as she was told, rushing to the phone and calling Dr. Ream. Trunks scooped the woman in his arm and a strong sensation flew through his body, as if holding this unknown woman was the most natural and right thing to do. He didn't plunge deeper into the feeling and rushed the woman inside the house towards his room where he laid her carefully. Bulma came and helped Trunks to take care of her until the doctor arrives.

   A couple of minutes later Dr. Ream arrived with his tools. He examined the woman and did some checks. Luckily the woman received a minor head injury. She was in no way near death's door as they presumed but he warned them to be ready to take care of her as he predicted of a raging fever for the next few days and weakness because of the lost of blood.

   Dr. Ream said goodbye to them, leaving them a prescription of medicine for her to take to be able to regain her strength as soon as possible. Trunks and Bulma thanked him for coming there with such a short notice. When he was gone Trunks volunteered to take care of the woman for the night and for Bulma to rest. She smiled gratefully at his son, knowing that the woman was safe with his son and turned to her room.

   Trunks then returned to his room to watch over the woman. Now that he knew she was going to be all right did he plunger the questions growing into his head. Who the woman was, he doesn't know. What she's doing here, he doesn't know. But he do knows something. Whomever this woman was had stirred something inside him as he recalled how worried and agitated he was while he was tending to her earlier, not knowing if she's going to be all right or not.

   He looked down at her fragile form sleeping peacefully at his bed. Her hair, after he cleaned then from all the blood, was black, raven black that framed her small, exquisite face. He doesn't know the colour of her eyes but he imagined them to be somehow to be slightly slanted and devoid of emotion, but would glow with hidden passion with the right incentive. When have I become so fanciful? She was well built, probably fights a bit, with a body to die for. He flushed a little bit as he recalled he had been the one to undress her. He quickly stopped his thoughts from wondering and looked back at her, studying her face intently. She has a kind of familiar look, as if he'd seen her before, but somehow he has never did. His eyes fell on her lips, those luscious lips he so wanted to kiss, to taste that it was becoming an ache.

   Stop that man. You just first laid eyes to her! How could I think of doing that to a complete stranger?

   A rugged breath came out of her lips and she started to mumble something that, even with his ultra sensitive Saiyan ears, couldn't make out. He moved closer to hear out what she was saying and he accidentally brushed his lips in to hers. They both reacted quickly. The woman opened her mouth to give him free access of her mouth and Trunks kissed her more deeply, thrusting his tongue to meet hers. But one touch at her body made Trunks regain his senses. She was ranging with fever. He stopped kissing her against her protest but it stopped instantly as she trashed about in bed, a bit delirious. His worry came back full force and he sighed.

   This was going to be a long night.

Present Timeline

   "Get all your asses here right now!" Bulma screamed from the top of her lungs.

   Vegeta cringed at the sound. Even inside the gravity room he could here that loud woman's voice. Great! What does the woman want now?

   Trunks, Bra and Goten walked inside Bulma's lab reluctantly, rubbing their ears. Bulma's voice could be use as a power, yes it could. Goten was there visiting them and discussing something with Bra that Trunks was not aloud to hear. They saw Vegeta walking in, as reluctant as they were, but with a fierce look on his face.

   "What are you bellowing there woman?" Vegeta asked, scowling at all of them.

   "Someone, someone from you," Bulma said, his eyes narrowed at all of them, "did something with my time machine."

   "But mom! You warned us not to use it," Trunks argued.

   "Yeah mom. You threatened our lives from even going near that thing," Bra added.

   "Woman, if there's anyone here who did something with that time machine of yours, it's you!" Vegeta bellowed.

   "I had been closeted in my other lab and was in the office earlier today then I had a meeting with Gohan," Bulma said indignantly. "The time machine is not yet finished. Gohan gave me the last missing part. So whoever played with it is in big trouble. I needed it for an especial project I will be doing in a couple of months. I wouldn't be able to track it down, not accurately that is."

   "But… you said it was clear," Bra said. "You and Gohan said it was clear."

   "Well…" Bulma trailed.

   Gohan walked in them with a concerned look in his face.

   "Have any of you seen Pan? She's been gone the whole day. We woke up with her gone and she hasn't come home yet. She left a note saying she's going out with Bra and Marron," Gohan said. "We tried calling her cell but we couldn't reach it. I checked out with Marron but she hasn't seen her. This is the only place I haven't checked out yet. She's never done this before. She always tells us where's she's going, at least where she's really going."

   "That brat of yours is already an adult, if you haven't noticed that brat," Vegeta growled.

   "I haven't seen Pan the whole day, Gohan," Bra said. "And I haven't talked to her too."

   Goten stood uneasily at the corner fidgeting a little bit. Gohan noticed him.

   "Do you know something Goten?" he asked.

   It was easy to put two and two together. With the disappearance of Pan and the time machine Goten was afraid he might be the cause of it.

   "Um… well…" Goten stammered.

   "Spill it out Goten. Where is Pan?" Gohan asked.

   Goten looked at all of them fearfully then focused his look on his brother. "Well, Pan and I had a talked yesterday about the… um… wedding. She's… um… having a bit of… um… problem with… Trunks and so."

   Trunks looked at him narrowly, his eyes telling him exactly what he thought of Goten not telling him this. Goten winced at the look but continued.

   "She was having a bit of… doubt and she pestered me with question I couldn't answer. I kind of suggested her to use Bulma's time machine to see he future and stop the doubt's building up inside her."

    The last part was whispered. They were barely able to make it out, but thanks to their Saiyan ears they did, with the exception of Bulma, who haven't heard it all.

   "What!" Trunks, Gohan and Bra exclaimed in unison. Vegeta just stood there and smirked his trademark smirk.

   "I didn't mean it," Goten said defensively. "I didn't even thought she noticed I said that. It was just a sarcastic remark. And how was I to know she'd take me seriously, none of you would, let alone that that time machine is not yet fixed."

   "What is happening here?" Bulma asked exasperatedly, a little piqued that they forgotten she was the one who was supposed to be angry.

   "They believe that the brat took the time machine to see the future woman," Vegeta supplied.

   "What! Pan took the time machine?" Bulma exclaimed.

   "Mom, we have to do something," Trunks said quickly, running to the computers to find out anything at all. "She might get in trouble or something."

   "Wait, it's not yet sure," Bra said. "We're still just assuming it."

   "The brat took it," Vegeta declared. "And I thought she completely turned into a softie just like her father. I guess there's still a chance to bring her to her old self."

   Gohan growled menacingly and advanced toward Vegeta. Vegeta held his ground, smirking at him. Goten stopped the impending fight by stating the obvious.

   "You two are not helping. If Pan did take the time machine we should do something to bring her back in this time line."

   "Okay, I have six possibilities of the time machines destination. One of them has to be right," Trunks announced. "First is three years before."

   "Cross that one out," Gohan said. "As Goten said she wanted to see the future. That would be irrelevant and totally stupid."

   "But it she could have been thrown in that timeline since the time machine is not really… ah… working well," Bulma said.

   "Next is twenty year from now, then a year before, then three years from now, then the same year but in the alternative timeline…"

   "Mirai Trunks' timeline?" Gohan asked. Trunks nodded. "Though I see it be a bit of impossibility I really hope she landed there. That eases my worry because I know Trunks' going to take really good care of her once he finds out she's from this time and that she's my daughter."

   "Anyway, the last is ten years from now," Trunks finished. "Does Pan knows the mechanism of the time machine?"

   "Not that I know," Gohan answered.

   "So there's nothing we can really do but pray," Bulma said.

Alternative Timeline

   Trunks wiped a cool cloth on her forehead, careful not to surprise her or do something that would start her thrashing again. Not that she could seriously hurt him or something. In fact her thrashing had landed him some quite interesting position. But it sometime unnerves him that she could cause a great deal of emotion from him without her even trying. Without stirring her up he finished washing her and he came down to the kitchen to get something to eat. He heard her speak a name but he dismissed it, thinking it was impossible for her to say. He doesn't know her, the way she has no idea who he was. He left the room just as she whispered the name again.

   "Trunks…"

   Trunks arrive at the kitchen to see her mother almost finished with her breakfast. He looked at the clock at the wall and groaned inwardly. He's going to have to leave now for the office and leave the woman here in her mother's care, which, to be honest to himself, he was reluctant to do.

   "How is she?" Bulma asked as her son joined her down for breakfast.

   "I'm just going to grab a bite and come back up there and take care of her," Trunks replied. "She's still raging with fever but she'd settled down a bit. Mom, can I ask you a favour?"

   "Yes dear?" Bulma looked at him inquiringly.

   "Could you… um… take care of the company while I take care of her," Trunks said quietly. "It's just for a couple of days but I really want to be sure that she's going to be okay or something. I'm just a bit worried."

   Bulma looked at him, calculating how much sincerity there was in his argument. It was not like him to act like this. Well, she has never seen Trunks act like this about a woman. The doctor had said she was going to be okay, but apparently he was still not convinced enough. His worry was plain, but there was something else in him that make her see there was something more to this than simple care. The woman, that unknown woman, had done something to her son for him to act like this. Then she smiled as a thought came to her head. Trunks might be in love. It's about time.

   "Okay dear. I think I can still handle that," Bulma said sweetly. "I better get ready. Take good care of her."

   Trunks watched his mother sauntered out the kitchen with a silly smile on her face. He has never seen that smile on her before. And somehow he felt that the woman he left upstairs was the cause of that smile. The woman had completely entranced the Briefs household. What is she going to be able to do when she awakes?

Present Timeline

   "Trunks, we're going to have to cancel your wedding tomorrow," Bulma said quietly at his son.

   "Pan's coming, she will," Trunks said, though his word didn't quite reach his eyes or his brain.

   "Trunks, you can not get married without the bride. Pan's missing, accept that at the moment," Bulma argued.

   "Don't cancel, just change the date. She'll come back," Trunks said stubbornly.

   Trunks turned his chair to face the glass wall that gives him a view of the city. He looked outside with unseeing eyes; his mind completely focused on the subject.

   Pan has to come back, she must come back. I love her so very much. We must clear this one out. We should have discussed this.

   It was ironic, he thought, that just a couple of days ago he was with her here, in this room, discussing about their wedding, and both of them had been doubting each other. Goten had explained to him what Pan's insecurities are and it made him wonder why did he ever thought that she had became a cold, emotionless woman. He can not help but blame himself for this. If he had talked about this to her, none of this would happen.

   But now Pan was somewhere in another time. He couldn't contact her time machine and he doesn't know what has happened to her. He can't help but imagined all sort of bad things happening to her, and it was all because of him.

   Bulma looked at his son quietly, sadness in her eyes. Trunks' back was to her. He sat in his chair at his office in Capsule Corp, looking out at the skyscrapers surrounding their building with unseeing eyes. Pan has been gone for two day and Trunks has done nothing but work and mopped around, trying to act as if nothing has happened. But he has not slept well or eaten something in those two days.

   She sighed and walked out of his office. Outside stood his friends, Marron and Goten, and Bra. Bulma smiled sadly at them.

   "We're rescheduling the wedding in an unknown date," Bulma answered their unasked question.

   "Poor Trunks," Marron murmured.

   "It's all my fault," Goten said.

   Bra hit him in the arm. "How many times do I have to say it's not your fault. Pan has a mind of her own."

   "But still…"

   "Shut up, both of you. You're not helping," Marron hissed.

   They both kept quiet.

   "I'm just going to say that a problem has come up and that Pan's going to be called home for a period of time. That way there's fewer questions to answer and the press won't pester Trunks," Bulma said.

   Bulma ushered the three away from his office. Marron looked back at Trunks' door regretfully, a sigh escaping her lips.

Alternative Timeline

   The sun was already up and it's rays made the room glow with it's light. A ray fell on her face, making her stir a bit. Trunks was sleeping, his head lay peacefully beside hers, sitting in a chair beside the bed. He used one of his arms as a pillow and his other hand held her hand. She stirred a bit more, dropping the hand that hold her in her side, but Trunks' still didn't wake up. It was as if he could sleep till death.

   Three days had already passed since they found the woman and her fever just broke this dawn. He hasn't slept or eaten well in those three days. And to top that the woman was a bad patient. He almost always had to force her physically to take her medicines and foods and stop her from thrashing about before she hurts herself. He had been a bit surprised to find that she was really strong. But didn't he think she was bit of a fighter?

   She opened her eyes slowly, her free hand rising to shield her eyes from the sunlight. I have to get up. Something has got to be done to day, something I need to be there to be done. Something that suppose to be really special. But for the love her she can't recall what it was.

    She gazed at the room, wondering where she was and why she was there. Because of the injuries she'd received and the side effects of all the medicines she took her whole body was weak, but not weak enough that she couldn't move her body. Her gaze fell on the digital clock lying in the side table on her right side. It shows 10:30.

   It's very late. Maybe I should get up. I've got to talk to someone import… I've got to talk to Trunks.

   She looked down at the clock again and noticed the date inscribe with the time. The date was somehow familiar and has something to do with a very special occasion she was to participate in. Then a flash of vision came into her, one that confused her. She envisioned herself in a wedding gown ready to be married off. Then realisation came into her.

   Today is my wedding day.

What would happen now that she's awake? I'm not telling who the woman is but a believe all of you guessed who she is. And what about the two Trunks'? One who is supposes to be married and one whom, I suppose, is just falling in love. These are the questions I myself don't know yet. But I'll be able to answer those questions soon enough. Please review.