Look look look!! I'm updating AGAIN! Aren't you proud?? lol. Anyway, I don't have much to say, so... I'll just continue the fic.

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Last time:

"Well, that's Marron! See you later!" Bra picked up her book-bag and ran out the door. As she did, she yelled back, "Tell Goten we're going to the club!"

"Okay!" I yelled back, even though I'm sure she didn't hear me.

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I finished my breakfast and went upstairs to get ready for the day. After showering and getting dressed, I brushed my teeth and put my hair up in a messy bun. I didn't do anything practically all morning. I just watched TV and sat around. My excuse would have been getting my energy back. That's when I got an idea. Maybe I could get Trunks out of trouble!

Figuring Bulma was in her lab, I started towards it. As I made my way across the house, I tried to think of what I was going to say. But since I didn't come up with anything, it was going to be one of those make-it-up-as-you-go-things. I stopped outside the lab and took a deep breath, then stepped inside. As I pushed the door open, I heard a loud crash, followed by a scream. Bulma's scream.

"Bulma!" I called out, searching for her. I found her pinned beneath a piece of machinery. I could easily lift it, but I wouldn't be able to pull her out. I'd have to get help. But who? There was no one else here. Wait! Vegeta! I dashed out of the lab and back through the house to the gravity machine.

"Vegeta!" I yelled at the door. "Vegeta, Bulma's pinned under a piece of machinery!" I heard the gravity shut off immediately and Vegeta came running out. I followed him back to the lab and waited for him to tell me what to do.

"Well, don't just stand there! Get that piece of junk off her!" He yelled. I quickly heaved it up while he pulled her out from under it. Then I set the piece of junk back down. In the time it had taken me to run across the house and back, she had turned blue. But now that the weight was off her, she was breathing again. I watched as he cradled her in his arms and leaned back against the wall. She was starting to regain consciousness.

"Vegeta? How did you know...?" She coughed out.

"Gohan's Brat came and got me. Now, are you okay?"

"I don't think so." Bulma answered, in a whisper. "It hurts..."

"What does?"

"Right here." Bulma brought her hand up to her right side, where her ribs were.

"Okay. I'm going to put you in the rejuvenation tank. I think you have some broken ribs. Probably some internal bleeding, too."

"I don't really have a choice, do I?" Bulma answered, still in a whisper.

"No, you don't." He smirked. Then, to me he said, "clean this place up. She'll be fine."

"Yes sir." I replied and began straightening up papers that had been blown off the desk by the machine tipping over. I suddenly realized that the machine that had fallen over was the same one I had moved for her the day before. My eyes widened when I also remembered that the braces didn't look like they would hold. This was my fault! Just like Trunks getting in trouble...

I quickly finished cleaning up and went to the infirmary. There, I saw Bulma floating in the rejuvenation tank and Vegeta sitting at the desk. The tank was the one I had been in and the desk the one Trunks had sat at.

"Vegeta?"

"What is it, Brat?" I wanted to tell him that it was my fault, but now I couldn't. No. I had to.

"The machine that fell on her was my fault... I moved it yesterday..." I looked down and suddenly, his hand connected with my right cheek. I stumbled backward a little bit and looked up at him in shock.

"Why didn't you make sure that it would hold?!" He demanded. He looked outraged.

"I figured it would, since she was the one that was making the supports..." I answered quietly. "But you're right; I should have checked the braces." I could tell there was a bruise forming where he had hit me.

"Get out of here before I hurt you even more!" He yelled. I nodded and quickly left the room. In fact, I left the house and started flying towards Goten and Chi-Chi's house. I knew I'd make it where I was going this time. Well, at least, I thought I could. It seemed like déjà-vu as I began to get tired. By the time I reached the front door, I felt like I was going to collapse. I could also see my reflection in the glass of the window. There definitely was a bruise starting to show. What am I going to say if Goten notices? I know! I'll take my hair down! I did just that and it covered the side of my face.

I did manage to stay on my feet this time, though. I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. Goten was coming; I could feel his ki. He opened the door and his face instantly lit up.

"Hiya Pan-chan! What are ya doing here?"

"Can't I come see my favorite uncle?" I asked, making sure my hair was covering the side of my face.

"Uh, Pan, I'm you're only uncle."

"Yep, and that makes you my fav.!"

"Oh!" Goten grinned. "Okay then. Come on in. My mom's not here right now, but she'll be back soon." He stepped aside and let me in. I took one step, then another, managing to stay on my feet. That was as far as I got, though. My knees gave out and I hit the floor, still conscious.

"Pan? What's wrong?" Goten asked, lifting me up by my arms. He helped me over to the couch in the living room.

"I used a lot of energy flying over and I still haven't recovered from my fight with Vegeta." I answered, again, making sure my hair covered the side of my face.

"Well, I'm going to call Trunks." Goten said, starting towards the phone.

"What? No! Please don't!" I stood up to try and stop him. However, I stood up to fast. My vision clouded over, then I saw black.

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I slowly opened my eyes and saw... purple hair? My eyes became more focused and I saw Trunks' worried face. I guess Goten called him after all.

"You okay?" Trunks asked, helping me sit up, then sitting down next to me. I had been lying on the couch.

"Yeah... I flew over..." I answered. Trunks gave an irritated sigh. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Panny. But please, no more flying like that until we know for sure you have the energy to make it all the was."

"How long do you think that'll be?"

"I don't know, but I'll be happy to take you anywhere. Maybe mom will know how long you should stay on the ground..."

"Yeah, Maybe."

"Oh yeah, that reminds me; I felt something weird with my mom's ki today. Do you know anything about it?" I looked down, a fresh wave of guilt coming over me. "Oh no! What happened?"

"A piece of machinery fell on her in her lab. Don't worry, Vegeta and I got her out."

"Dad actually helped?"

"Yeah, I couldn't lift it and get her out at the same time. Your dad said she had a few broken ribs and some internal bleeding. He put her in the rejuvenation tank and said she should be out tonight."

"Okay..." Trunks trailed off.

"Did Goten say why he called you?" I asked.

"He said you passed out and I wanted to come and make sure you were okay. I don't know why he called." Trunks supped my right cheek with his hand. I let out a whimper of pain with out thinking, causing Trunks to get that worried look again. Only this time he looked confused.

"What's wrong, Pan?" He asked, pulling my hair away from my face. His eyes widened when he saw the bruise. "Pan-chan! Where did you get that?!"

"I... err..." I was unable to come up with an excuse, so I merely said quietly, "Your dad." Trunks' ki shot up when I said this.

"Why would he hit you?!"

"Because it was my fault that that thing fell on your mom..." The anger towards his father slightly changed to confusion. "I didn't think the braces would hold it, but I didn't say anything. And today, they snapped."

"It's not your fault! You didn't know-"

"It's okay, Trunks. He was just angry that she was hurt and that was his was of releasing that anger."

"He shouldn't have hit you! Even if it was my mom!"

"Honestly, Trunks, it could have been worse. He wasn't thinking straight..." Suddenly, Goten's ki shot up, too. He had been standing in the doorway for a few seconds. Then he saw the bruise.

"Don't ask." I said to Goten. "I'm fine." His ki immediately went back to normal and his face lit up again. However, the angry look was still hidden in his eyes. "See how easy that is, Trunks?" Trunks sighed and calmed himself down, also returning his ki back to normal.

"Okay, Pan-chan, but I'm still going to talk to my dad about it later." He glanced at his watch. "Well, I've got to be going; my lunch break was almost over." He stood up from the couch. "Take care, Pan. See you later." He kissed my left cheek and turned towards the door.

"Bye." I answered as he left, muttering about his 'idiot father who should learn to control his temper'.

"You okay, Pan?" Goten asked, moving from his place in the doorway to the kitchen.

"Yeah... Why'd you call Trunks?"

"I knew he'd know what to do, and as he told you, he wanted to come make sure you were alright."

"Oh, okay."

"Yeah. Are you hungry?"

"Yep!"

"Good because my mom's making lunch!"

"Great!" I jumped up off the couch. I quickly landed back there, though, due to a feeling of light-headedness. After it wore off, I stood up slowly and was relieved to find no light-headedness this time.

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*Grinz* Hehehehe... well, at least this one's out faster! I've been working on and off all day to get it to ya this weekend! By the way, Pan's not gonna stay 'grounded' for long! Any guesses on how that problem's gonna be solved? Let me know in a review!

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