Thanks to all who reviewed my story so far. I love you guys. Here's a new chapter for you. It's not one of my best but it'll pass, I think. It took me more than a week to think this chapter up. Its still part of Part2.

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Part 2

Trunks' Feelings

   Pan couldn't believe this. Today was her wedding day. Why didn't anyone tell her that? Why didn't anyone remind her that?

   The things that have happened to her three days ago was a bit cloudy but she was beginning to remember everything. She remembered she went to Capsule Corporation while everyone was still in bed, aside from Bulma whom, she had guessed, was already out in her other lab doing God-knows-what. She'd be indisposed for the whole morning. That was the only way she could go near the time machine without suffering her wrath. She went in the time machine and set the time into three years in the future.

   Am I in the future? Or has something gone wrong?

   Then she distinctively remembered the machine shaking violently and hitting her head hardly at the wall. She touched her head and sure enough she felt the bandage around it. And she also remembered that she didn't reached her destination, and that the last thing she saw before she blacked out was that the blinking of her year at the LCD.

   So much for trying to find out the future.

   She looked around until she saw Trunks sleeping soundly at the chair beside her bed, his head resting in it. She turned to her side and watched him. He looked so peaceful, and she smiled at the picture he made.

   She tucked that silky purple hair of his behind his ear and watched as he stirred a bit, but still not waking. He must have taken care of her this past days for him to be wiped out like that, and that knowledge lightened her heart. This was the proof she needed to ease her doubt.

   She sighed sadly. They're going to have to change the wedding day, if they haven't changed it yet, because of her actions. She cringed as she thought what her mother, Bulma and grandmother Chi-Chi would have to say about it. Not to mention her father, Bra, Marron and Goten. They have got to be very angry with her. Not only did she waste a lot of money but she also forced up a lot of apology from them. After all, more than a thousand guests were invited.

   She tried to sit up but it was a bit awkward. Her arms haven't yet had the strength to support her whole body. With a lot of try she finally was able to sit up, her back leaning on the head board, only to have found out she had awoken Trunks.

   "I'm sorry about waking you up," Pan said apologetically.

   "It's… ah… nothing," Trunks stammered.

   God, she's gorgeous. I shouldn't have been surprised. She looked stunning enough while she was injured. He looked down to her lips, remembering its taste as he recalled that kiss, though a very short one. It had left him wanting more from that luscious mouth of hers he so wanted to taste again, to feast upon…

   When Trunks realized he had been staring he ducked his head, trying to hide his suddenly crimson cheeks from her. Hell, I have to stop thinking about doing this stuff. She's a stranger, for God's sake, and I've only just met her.

   "Are you alright? Is everything fine with you?" he asked, finding the ceiling suddenly fascinating.

   "Yes, I feel fine," Pan answered. "Thank you from taking care of me. I … owe you a lot."

   "It was nothing. It was a pleasure taking care of such a beautiful woman as you."

   The last sentence was said quietly. He didn't mean to say that but he did. He guessed she didn't he hear him anyway, with it being so quietly said. She has to have a Saiyan ear to be able to hear that.

   But it was still unbeknown to him was that Pan's a Saiyan, though only a quarter. She did hear him, and she smiled, touching his cheek to make him look back at her and get his attention.

   "It was also a pleasure being taken care of such a handsome man like you," she said huskily.

   She leaned down and captured his lips with hers. It was meant to be just a peck, but as soon as her lips touched his, she forgot about being proper and pulled him closer to her. She never had been so blinded by passion as she was now. She guessed it was because she finally has eased all her doubts. She parted her lips under his, inviting the thrust of his tongue, which came to duel in an enticingly sensual move.

   Trunks forgot about morals and propriety as soon as his lips touched hers. He had been imagining and dreaming about this while he was tending to her this past three days. He couldn't understand, probably would never, but he had want her right from the first time he laid eyes on her. He wouldn't say it was love, hell its too early to even consider love here, but he lusted after her.

   He shoved his hand through her hair, forgetting that she has a head injury, his other hand sliding along her neck. He leaned further and further to get closer to her until he was almost on top of her, his knee slipping between her own.

   Pan moaned as she felt him rubbing his knee against her groin. She was completely under him, willing to let him do anything he wanted. She slipped her hands around his neck, trying to move closer while his hand left her neck and traveled downwards, brushing lightly against her breast.

   The door suddenly opened, and Bulma entered, papers in her hand.

   "Trunks I… what the hell!" Bulma exclaimed.

   Pan and Trunks didn't hear her, too caught up with what they're doing. Bulma stood there, her mouth hanging open as she look at the two people about to do something she should not be witnessing. But she quickly recovered, already exiting the room to give them some more privacy when a voice inside her told her to stop what was happening here before its too late.

   As much as I feel like this woman is the right woman for my son, I think this is too soon. They might regret this later. And besides, we still don't know her, not even her name.

   "Trunks," she said, clearing her throat and looking at the floor. But when she looked back they still hadn't stopped she filled her lugs with air and shouted, "TRUNKS!"

   Trunks pulled his lips from hers, rugged breaths escaping. Pan breathing was also coming irregular. She opened her eyes and looked him in the eyes. He looked down at her face, her eyes heavy lidded, and her lips all red and puffy from the kiss and he groaned. She had completely aroused him. He moved away from her, sitting at the chair he used to occupy. Now that his arousal was slowly calming down, he realized what has passed between him and this unknown woman and his cheek suddenly bloomed red.

   "What are you doing here mom?" Trunks asked, trying for everyone to forget, even for a few seconds, what has inspired.

   "Well, I wanted to tell you something of a good news," Bulma answered. "Didn't know you two were busy."

   Pan's cheeks turned crimson and Trunks', if possible, turned a darker shade of red.

   "What good news?" Trunks insisted.

   Bulma's face brightened. "I moved the machine in the lab and checked it," she turned to Pan, " the one that you dear was on and I finally found out what its use, though it took me some time to figure it out. It's a time machine"

   Pan looked a bit amused and the two wondered why. "Of course you know what its use, Bulma. You made it."

   Bulma looked at her, a bit confused. "I made it?"

   "Of course. Who else could make such a wonderful invention?"

   "But…"

   Pan looked at them as if seeing them for the first time, suddenly aware that something was amiss. "It is you guys, right? I mean you're you. Where's mom and dad? Vegeta and Bra? I want to see them. Please call them in." There was desperation in her voice.

   "Who's your parents? And how did you know father?" Trunks asked cautiously.

   "What years is it?" Pan countered.

   Bulma supplied the year to her.

   "But it's the same?" Pan whispered. "You aren't making fun of me, are you? Look, just because I… ah… scared you with taking the time machine and caused a lot of trouble you can't scare me to death with this play. Come on, where are the others?"

   Bulma face contorted with confusion then eased out with understanding. "I believe you've mistaken, my dear. You see, this time is an alternative timeline. And if my hunches are right you came from the timeline where Vegeta and the others are alive. You must be a close friend or something to know them."

   "Does this mean I'm in… I'm in Mirai Trunks' timeline," Pan said quietly, bowing her head in realization.

   "That would be right, and I'm Mirai Trunks," Trunks said.

   Pan looked up at them and her eyes were filled with tears. "This can't be right. I refuse to accept this. I have to go. I'm suppose to get married today to… I have to go."

   Pan stood up quickly. Trunks and Bulma was not anticipating this move and looked at her dumbfounded, getting out of stance when she was out of the door. With a light curse Trunks followed her, Bulma behind him.

   Pan raced down the corridor of Capsule Corporation. The place was structured exactly the same way as the Capsule Corporation in her time so it wasn't hard to find Bulma's lab. She entered the room and saw the time machine at the corner. She rushed to it and entered, looking at the control panel and trying to figure out what to do to get back in her time. Trunks arrive just as she was pushing some buttons almost angrily, but nothing happened.

   "I took off the power supply of the machine," Bulma said, standing at the entrance.

   Trunks was advancing towards her when he suddenly stopped, his mouth gaping at the sight he was seeing. Pan was leaning down the control, her back to them. But Trunks could not mistake her hair flickering from black to blond and the yellow aura around her. She powered up and emitted a cry full of anguish. Her Ki skyrocketed as Trunks looked in shock and wonder as this woman turned into Super Saiyajin 2. After her cry her energy was spent and she slumped down the floor, unconscious.

Present Timeline.

   Trunks walked silently along the shore barefooted, the waves making way at his feet. He was in the same beach where he proposed to her. He looked around and he couldn't help but think of her, her Pan. Everywhere he look he saw her, making him realize how much he really love.

   "I hope wherever you are that you're okay. I wish I could have prevented this," Trunks whispered. "I'm sorry. I also want you to know I love you very much. Please keep that in mind"

   The night was cold and dark; the stars unnaturally absent, matching his mood at the moment. And to think this was supposed to be his wedding day, his wedding night.

   "We should have arrive in Hawaii by now enjoying each other and making love." Trunks looked up in the sky. "Please be okay Pan. If anything happens to you it's my entire fault. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."

   Trunks continued walking, taking no notice of his surrounding. Unknown to him was that someone was watching his every move, looking after him in case he do something uncalled for. With his state at the moment that person had the right to be worried. Trunks was really depressed.

   After watching him for hours the person sighed, deciding nothing was going to happen. With a last worried look the person disappeared, its figure hidden by the dark.

Alternative Timeline

   "Are you okay?"

   Pan moaned as she tried to stand up from her bed but the happenings yesterday made her doubly weak. Bulma pushed her down the bed, succeeding with not much of an effort.

   "I believe you need to rest dear so you could regain your strength," Bulma suggested.

   "No… must go back be…before Trunks…"

   "You can do nothing in that state. The sooner you rest the sooner you'll regain your strength."

   Pan scowled at that but she saw the sense of her words. With a sigh she lay still, trying to calm down her nerves. She couldn't help wondering what the others were doing at this moment. If they are frenzy with worry, she knew her parents were, or they simply think she's okay and can take care of herself. She couldn't help think that. No matter how close she might seem to her friends and the family friends she was never close enough to know the real them.

   "Care to tell me about yourself? I'm dying to know who are you, why do you know my Vegeta, why you can turn into a Super Saiyajin and what are you doing here."

   Pan blinked the question, trying to remember all of it. "Well, my name is Pan Son, Son Gohan's daughter…"

   "Gohan has a daughter! Oh Kami that's wonderful!" Bulma exclaimed. "Go on."

   "That fact alone could explain your questions, except the last. It's just… uh… I wanted to go to the future to see what would happen to me," Pan said. "I kind of having a rough time back there and I thought I would be okay if I sneak a peak at the future. I don't know what's wrong with the time machine but it didn't work according to plan. Instead of going three years from my time I ended up on the same year in the Alternative timeline."

   "Yesterday you mentioned about getting married. Would you… like to share it? You sounded so… I don't know, sad maybe or just remorseful."

   Pan got a faraway look in her eyes and it was a while before she spoke again. "I'm, or was, supposed to get married yesterday to… to Trunks Vegeta Briefs."

   Bulma's eyes rounded. "You mean…"

   "Yeah, I was going to be Mrs. Trunks Vegeta Briefs, first lady of Capsule Corporation." Pan smiled at Bulma sadly. "You, or your other self, was going to be my mother-in-law, Vegeta my father-in-law and Bra my sister-in-law, though it could change to aunt anytime soon."

   Bulma choked at what she heard. "I had a daughter?"

   Pan smiled again, thinking of her best friend. "Yes, her name is Bra. She's 15 years younger than Trunks. And she had bonded with my uncle Goten."

   "Goten?"

   "Grandpa Goku and grandma Chi-Chi had another son, Goten, just a year younger than Trunks. They're best friends. And it seems like grandpa and Vegeta's bloodline are destined to be mixed together."

   Bulma smiled at that, a pure smile of happiness. "Could you please tell me more?"

   "Gladly," Pan said.

   Trunks sat quietly in his office, looking over papers dealing with the opening of a branch in Brelle City. But he looked over it with unseeing eyes, his thoughts flying toward that woman back in their house. He gave responsibility of her to his mother as of yesterday. He didn't want to associate with her anymore, didn't want to get close.

   Because he finally understood her situation.

   The woman came from the timeline where he helped beat Cell. He doesn't know what part she plays in that timeline but she has to be a Saiyan, or part Saiyan to turn Super Saiyajin.

   Maybe she's Goku's daughter. Wait that can be, Goku died. Or Maybe Gohan's. At this time he's old enough to have a full-grown daughter.

   He crossed out her being Vegeta's daughter because he knows full it was not possible.

   It was not possible that this woman was his sister in the other timeline when she's to be married to Trunks.

   Heh married to me. How I would like that to happen.

   He slammed down his fist in his desk, almost braking it into two. No use of hiding it. I think I'm falling love her. Goddamn it why do I have to fall for her, of all people.

   He didn't know how, he didn't know why, but he loves her. He hadn't even spoken to her in a normal fashion but he knew she's the one. He could not understand why he was feeling this emotions for her but he knew she was the woman he had been looking for.

   He stood up and looked outside his window. He could see their house in the horizon. Just a short trip from his office and he could see her again. He wanted to go to her this morning but he stopped himself. It wasn't wise to get closer to her than this when he knew she'd want to go back to her timeline, back to the arms of her fiancé.

   Trunks grind his teeth, clenching his fist as he let the warm breeze flow through his face, as if to cool his boiling temper. It's not fair. Why do they get everything while we get nothing? Why couldn't they spare this one person to me?

   Even as he thought it he knew the answer. She doesn't love him. She loves the other Trunks, the one who possibly lived his life in luxury, the sophisticated and famous Trunks who could have any woman he wants, if the picture he conjured in his mind was to be believed.

   He could count himself lucky that his feeling still doesn't run down really deep but he guessed it would. It didn't take her long to make him fall in love with her, how long could it take to make him passionately in love with her? All he could do was try, with all his might, to stop this madness.

   You better forget her Trunks (Mirai Trunks, if you get confused). She's not for you. And even if she's not tied down, or almost tied down she'll have to return to her timeline. She doesn't belong here.

   He sighed and returned to his desk, trying to concentrate at his work.

Present Timeline

   "Gohan, do you think she's okay?"

   Gohan looked down at his wife in his arms and he squeeze her shoulders in reassurance. "She's strong. She'll be okay. I trust her. You raised her to be a strong woman."

   "I know. But I'm still her mother and I can't help but worry about her," Videl said.

   "I worry about her too Videl. We just have to think positive. We'll get through this, and so will she," Gohan replied.

   "I do hope so," she whispered. "But I do wonder how you've held your calm this long Gohan. I would think you'd be the most hysterical about this event, you know being so protective and all."

   Gohan looked away and sighed. "Honestly Videl my fatherly instincs are running overtime since she's been gone. Believe me I might look calm but there's nothing calm inside of me. I don't want you to worry about me though. You already have a lot in mind with Pan and all. You don't need me to add up another headache."

   Videl smiled at him. "Gohan, you're so sweet. No wonder I love."

   "And I love you sweetheart."

   Videl kissed him.

Okay, I've run out of ideas so you'll have to make do with this. I already have the whole story plot in my head but I just can't seem to make it work. But don't worry, I'll think of something. You guys might notice that every time I switch to the Present Timeline it's only a couple of paragraphs. I really can't think of anything for them at the moment. I'll come up of something in the next chapter.

You might be also wondering who was the person who followed present Trunks in the beach, yeah? Is it Goten? No, it's not him. But I'm not revealing it yet. It's part of the plot. Till next time.

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