Okay, I'd like to explain why it had been so long since I've updated. As you know, ff.n was updating hardware, so no one could update. Also, I went on vacation again only this time for two weeks. I've been waiting until I could review someone else's fic. That way, I would be able to know if I got feedback. (The chapter before this is the one I posted as soon as I could review.

When I went on my 2 week vacation, I really wanted to type, but my granny's computer broke! It refused to bring up the internet, so even if I had typed, I wouldn't have been able to update. Then, she had to take it into the shop and it didn't come back until after I had left. So, I'm really sorry!!!

Oh yes, I forgot about this in my last chapter, to mintlytheBADgoddess as far as I know, 'tragedy' was spelled right in the summary. No one before you has said anything about it. I don't see why you took it upon yourself to tell me something like that.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter!!

Also, it's still in 3rd person.

Disclaimer here.

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Last time:

"Good, and Woman, don't call me that!" He followed her out of the lab and down the hall. Trunks also took off his gloves and walked out to the gravity machine. He still felt like something was wrong. As soon as he entered the gravity room, his feelings were confirmed.

There, on the floor, lay Pan. She was bloody and bruised from the 'spar' she had with Vegeta. She was, of course, unconscious.

"Pan!" Trunks yelled, running over to her.

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"Pan!" He called again, leaning over her. "Oh Kami....what did he do to you?" He suddenly noticed that she was hardly breathing. His eyes widened. "MOM!!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

"What is it, Trun--" She trailed off in shock at seeing Pan. "Oh my gosh...quick! Get her to the infirmary!" Trunks carefully picked her up and floated out of the gravity room so as not to hurt her anymore. Bulma followed closely behind him. As soon as they got there, Trunks started hooking her up to the wires. Then she stopped breathing.

"Trunks?" Bulma said, oddly calm.

"Yeah?" He answered, having not noticed that she had stopped breathing.

"Breathe for her!!" Bulma said, while running over the rejuvenation tank to type in commands. "We can't put her in if she's not breathing!"

Trunks' eyes widened as he noticed she had stopped. He quickly started mouth to mouth resuscitation. A few minutes later, she was breathing again and they were able to get her into the tank. Bulma and Trunks looked on, unable to do anymore now. The medicine would do the rest.

"Mum? I think I'm gonna stay here...you know...just incase..."

"Okay. Call if you'd like any food. I'll get a bed for you later if you want."

"Thanks." Trunks answered and Bulma left the room. As she did, Trunks looked back at the tank. 'Jeez, Pan...what made him do that?' Trunks thought. 'I don't even think I've gotten this beat up by him...but then again... I always eat right... maybe you were weakened by that... yeah...that must be it..." He was snapped out of his thoughts by Bra walking in.

"How is she?" She asked, walking over to Trunks.

"I don't know...it hasn't reported yet." Trunks said, referring to the machine, which would beep and give the status of the patient every now and then.

"Oh...okay..." Bra answered, unsure if she should stay. "Umm... I'm going to go now..." Trunks nodded, still staring at the tank. About five minutes later, it beeped, then said, in it's monotone voice, that the patient was still in critical condition. Trunks sighed and looked around the room. Seeing a desk, he got up and walked over to it. He searched through the drawers until he found what he was looking for.

Trunks then sat in the chair that went with the desk and delt out a game of solitare. He finished this one, then another and on and on it went. That is, until Goten came in in a hurry, snapping Trunks out of his trance. For the past four games, he had been playing as though he was a robot.

"Trunks? How is she? TRUNKS!" Goten yelled.

"Huh? Oh...last time it beeped, it said that she was still in critical condition." Trunks answered. "You wanna play Rummie?"

"Sure." Goten answered and pulled a chair over to the opposite side of the desk. Trunks delt them each seven cards and the game began. They played hand after hand until finally....

"YES!!!" Goten jumped out of his chair, throwing his cards in the air.

"What??" Bra asked, running into the room.

"I finally beat Trunks!" Goten said, and ran over to her and hugged her, lifting her off the ground.

"Oh...um...that's great, Goten." Bra said. "Any news on Pan?" She asked Trunks, blushing after Goten put her down.

"No, it hasn't beeped for a while." Trunks answered, adding up scores. "Oh...uhh Goten? You didn't win...I didn't add right...I beat you by one point."

"No!" Goten said, dropping to his knees. "No! No! Noooooo!" Bra couldn't help but laugh. Goten sighed and got to his feet. "Well, I'd better get going... Call me when it gives another update, okay?"

"Sure, Goten. See ya later." Trunks answered. He looked over at the tank, waiting for another update.

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Not much to say... if anyone would like me to explain how to play 'Rummie', just ask.

Sadly, I only got three reviews on the last chapter, but it's better than none! Thanks to SSJ-Mirai-Trunks, SSJ Son Kat, and meskup.

No one seems to want to be advertised, so I'm just gonna pick a fic. hmm... I've got it!

Coral Minor by Jack V. Briefs

Truten!!! Trunks job is dangerous and keeps making him lose lovers. All this changes on a flight to New York when Goten, a cheery flight attendant catches his eyes, throwing the innocent into a world of sin, danger, and love.

I read this one, and yes, that does mean Trunks and Goten, so if it's your cup of tea, go read it! She a really good writer!! Maybe now she'll update... *evil laugh*