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Disclaimer: Don't you still get it? I DON'T OWN THIS GODDAMN ANIME!! YOU CAN'T SUE ME!! YOU'LL GET NOTHING!!

Ahem… on with the story

Part 2

Unknown Territory

Present Timeline

   "Come on Bra, don't you think it's wise to be having fun when Pan's missing?" Marron asked as Bra tried to pull her into another clothes shop.

   "It's not like its going to hurt," Bra insisted. "Though I miss dragging her in these stores."

   "But still," Marron argued.

   "Oh shush Marron. I know her, don't worry. She'd be angrier with us if we let this affect our lives so much," Bra replied. "She's strong. She'd want us to be strong. Having fun shows that we're strong. It's a Saiyan thing."

   Marron shook her head in disbelief. "I don't think I'll ever understand your logic Bra."

   "You don't have to. No one does."

   They walked in the store and rummage through its ware after an hour and half Bra and Marron emerge with their hands full of shopping bags. They stopped at the food court to get a bite before they continue their shopping spree. They met Goten as they exit the food court.

   "What are you doing here?" Marron asked.

   "I could apply the same question to you two. What are you doing here?" Goten fired back.

   "Shopping, what else," Bra answered. "And your answer?"

   "I just thought I'd hang out here, seeing what a nice day it is today," Goten replied.

   "Couldn't you have dragged Trunks with you or something?" Marron asked

   "I tried but he wouldn't budge. Bulma had gone on and offered him a day off," Goten said incredulously. "He didn't accept!"

   "Trunks has got to lighten up a bit," Bra commented. "All he does is work and mop around. Not that mom can complain, he does his work more efficiently and faster now, but even she's been giving him a brake. But he just plain wouldn't listen."

   "I just wish Pan hadn't gone in that blasted time machine," Marron said.

   Bra narrowed her eyes at Goten. "No mention if these situation being your fault."

   "I wasn't going to," he said. "But did you know that Trunks believes it's his fault, Pan being gone?"

   " He doesn't!" Bra exclaimed. "How could he think such a thing? This is no one's fault"

   "If this event is anyone's fault, I believe it might as well be Pan's. I see this in another eye as you two," she quickly explained at the couple's glare. "You gotta believe, it was really a bad judgement of her to do that. If she didn't do that, none of this would have happened and she would be here married with Trunks now and they would be happy."

   "That's really unfair of you, Marron," Goten disagreed. "She wouldn't have done it if she wasn't pushed over the edge."

   "Yeah, that was really unfair," Bra said. "Pan would never do anything to hurt my brother or jeopardized her relationship with him. She loves him so much."

   "I wouldn't deny her love for him," Marron conceded. "But I'm sticking with my version. And I believe a lot others agree with me."  

Alternative Timeline

   Bulma whistled happily as she does her chores in the house. She put the laundry in the washing machine and went over the counter to prepare a meal fit for two Saiyan and a human. She was humming while she bristled here and there gathering ingredients when Trunks walked and saw her mother in one of her happiest mood ever.

   "Something happened I don't know about?" Trunks asked as he lounges a chair.

   "You wouldn't believe who we have here with us," Bulma exclaimed as she cut potatoes.

   Trunks didn't say anything but waited till his mother continued.

   "Her name is Pan, Pan Son. She's Gohan's daughter!" she continued excitedly. "Can you actually believe it? Gohan has a daughter! Oh it's been so long. I'm so glad he had the chance in life our Gohan never had."

   "So she does know the family," Trunks said. "How's everyone there? Surely you've already interrogated her."

   "I did not interrogate her Trunks. I asked questions," she scoffed. "Anyway, everyone's fine. Krillin is also married, and you wouldn't believe who's he married too."

   "Android 18?" Trunks said teasingly, recalling Krillin's crush at the beautiful android. He drank the tee his mother laid out for him.

   Bulma frowned. "How did you know?"

   Trunks sputtered the tee out of his mouth and looked in disbelief at his mother. "What! Krillin and C 18?"

   "I thought you knew."

   "That was just a guess, a lucky guess."

   Bulma sat at in front of her son and continued talking. "Anyway, they had a daughter named Marron, and she and Pan along side Bra are the best of friends."

   "Who's Bra?"

   She smiled at him. "Guess."

   Trunks pretended to be deep in thoughts and answered after a few moments. "Maybe Pan's sister?"

   Bulma giggled. "No, silly. She's your sister."

   For the second time he sputtered. "I have a sister? You and dad had another child?"

   "Well, not really me but my alternative self," she said. "Pan said she looks like me and acts like me and have your father wrapped around her little fingers."

   Trunks thought he was hearing things. He didn't just hear that a girl controls his father.

   "A bit overwhelming, isn't it? Just imagined how I felt when I fist heard it. But Pan swore it was true. She also said Goku's still alive and he and Chi-Chi had another son named Goten. He was born just a few months after he died in the Cell games. Goku was kind of resurrected to fight some evil thing but Pan didn't explain much, probably because she doesn't know the whole story because she's still not born. Any way, this Goten is your best friend.

   "Trunks is the president of Capsule Corporation, just like you. But the business there is much larger than here. Pan said he's brilliant businessman. Did you know she's engage with him? The time there is also the same us ours so that means you're as old as her Trunks."

  Trunks winced as he heard her mother mentioned the other Trunks. Her Trunks. Yep, he's hers all right and now he was beginning to be hers too. Isn't it ironic? Two Trunks at the palm of her hands. Wait, I am NOT in love with her. This is just some stupid hormone. I'm just lusting after her.

   "Hello? Earth to Trunks," Bulma said, waving her hand in front of his face.

   Trunks got out his trance and looked at his mother. "What?"

   "What what? I've been talking non stop and you haven't been listening," Bulma said exasperatedly. "Honestly Trunks what is wrong with you?"

   Trunks knows he could never hide anything from his mother, nothing at all. She would know sooner or later that he had been lusting after the woman, Pan. But that doesn't mean he wanted her to find out now.

   "Nothing's wrong mom. Just had a hard day today, that's all."

   "Hard day, huh? Or is this woman keeping you restless all of a sudden."

   Bulma smiled at him knowingly. Trunks groaned inwardly. Now she has guessed. Am I that so transparent? He didn't get to reply when he felt his mother nudged hie feet from under the table and cocked her head towards the door. Trunks looked at her puzzled then switched his gaze at the doorway. There stood Pan.

   "Um… hello," she said quietly, looking at them shyly.

   "Hello dear!" Bulma said cheerily, standing up and going to stand beside her. "I see you've freshen up. And this dress really looked good on you. I didn't know your style when I bought it but the people from the mall said it's the rage today."

   Pan's shoulder length hair was left out, flowing behind her still wet in places. She wore spaghetti strapped top in shade of light blue, a type that Bra naturally wore. It was low cut and lean, paired with a denim mini skirt just ending in mid thigh. It molded with her body perfectly, showing off her hour glass figure. Little was given to imagination with the square low cut front. She normally didn't feel at ease with these kinds of clothes but somehow it felt comfortable.

   "Thank you for the loan of the clothes Bulma," Pan said.

   "Don't think about it. And it's yours," Bulma said. "You don't think that would look good on me now, didn't you? After all, it really suits you. Isn't that right Trunks?"

   Trunks got out his daze state when he heard his name called. "Huh, what?" He hadn't heard a word she said because he had been stunned to see her in broad light in that becoming dress of hers. His eyes were drawn at the curves the dressed revealed but especially by the cleavage it showed.

   "I asked you if the dress suited her," Bulma said simply.

   "Yeah, it suits you well… uh… Pan," he replied.

   I have got to stop looking over her. But man, she's so beautiful. Trunks tried to think of something, anything to keep his mind off her and those comely cleavage. But he couldn't think of anything. He could still remember how those mounds felt in his hands. He groaned inwardly. I got to avoid her, make it look like I don't like her. Maybe she'd hate me and I'd hate her and everything would be fine.

   Pan was lost at what to do. She was in an unfamiliar place with people who exist in her timeline. When she talked with Bulma this morning she found out how different she was from the other Bulma. The Bulma in this time seemed really nice and caring, looking after her as if she was already somewhat part of her family. It's not that the other Bulma was selfish but Pan felt that sometimes she feels above everyone because of her wealth and intelligence.

   But it didn't mean she's right. So Pan took the more cautious approach, the one her parents paid a lot of money to be taught to her.

   Pan smiled civilly at them as she stood looking at them. She didn't dare to sit down with them until she was invited. She could still vividly remember the many lectures she had to endure with the sitting etiquette.

   Bulma stared at her expectantly, wondering why she wouldn't sit down. "Pan, you could… uh… sit down, if you want."

   "Thank you," Pan said

   Pan went to the table but didn't sit down. Back home when she's not at her own house there is always sitting arrangement, which is usually according to their importance.

   "Um… where am to sit?" Pan asked quietly.

   Trunks raised his eyebrow at her question. He had never heard a person asked where to sit when there are a lot of vacant seats. But Bulma seemed to understand and led her to the seat in front of Trunks.

   They ate almost in silent if not for Bulma's small chatters. With every bite he took Trunks got angrier, watching his mother make an effort to befriend this woman. He could not believe anyone could be as cold as this woman could, and to think she's Gohan's daughter, that warm hearted kid he met years ago. As soon as the meal was over he took off, saying he has to do some work.

   Bulma watched her son took off, amused. She knew he didn't understand all this, with him growing up the way he did. He didn't know that before, in the old days, there are classes and statures in the society, where there are rules to be followed and people to please. In this timeline those days are over.

   "Pan, I'm going to be straight to you," Bulma said, turning her attention to the young Saiyan. "This is a very different world you've landed yourself in."

   "I… I know," Pan stammered. "And I'm… really sorry for bothering you."

   "That's not what I'm getting in to," Bulma replied. "Your presence here is very welcome, I can assure you that. It's just that… this timeline is different."

   Pan didn't understand. Sure, there are some differences but it couldn't be that different. How could she survive in unknown world?

   "I know it's going to take time to get used to but I'll help you," Bulma said.

   "How?" she asked quietly.

   "By teaching you that in this timeline there's no classes when it comes to people. In this timeline everyone is equal. If you continue you're… ah… attitude today, you'll never be able to get along with anyone.

   "But don't worry," Bulma suddenly said cheerfully. "I know you're just unsure.  You do come from a very different place. We'll be able to do something."

   Pan smiled at her. For once she thought there might be something good being in this timeline.

Hope you like this chapter. I just typed this overnight so it might not be very good. Anyway, please review. I love reading reviews.