Hey everyone! I really hope you like this story because I certainly am enjoying writing it.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, Sailormoon, Tenchi, FF.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 1: The one with the conceited prince.

One Thousand Years Later

"This is aaaaaaall your fault mother fucker!" She said squeezing Gohan's hand.

"I'm sorry honey; I didn't know you'd be this maaaaaad!" He yelled louder when Videl squeezed his hand tighter.

"There's a head!" Yelled Chichi.

"OOOOHHH! There's a head!" repeated Gohan. "C'mon Videl, I'm sure it doesn't hurt that bad."

"What!!! Chichi, get this fucker out of the room before I kiiiiiiill hiiiiiiiim!" Videl pushed again.

"No need for that! It's a healthy girl Videl!" Said Chichi as she showed a little girl to Videl. "Come Gohan, cut the umbilical cord."

"Do I have to?" At this point Gohan was either going to puke or faint.

"C'mon! You shouldn't worry about this one; you should worry about the one you're going to have with her when she's old enough to go out with boys." Chichi yelled knowingly.

Gohan finally complied and grabbed the scissors. After seeing the blood gush out of the cord, he immediately turned around to puke. "You didn't even cut the whole thing!" Yelled Chichi and finished cutting it. She cleaned the baby and Videl. And she handed a wrapped up little taco to Videl.

Videl couldn't hold it anymore she burst into tears, but these were happy tears. Gohan turned around feeling better to his stomach, and to his comfort, there were no other cords to cut. He approached Videl and the little girl and kissed both of their foreheads.

*OK. Family moment.* Thought Chichi and exited the room.

"I'm so happy Gohan!" Videl said with tears in her eyes.

"Me too." Gohan hugged them tighter. "So did we agree on what we were going to name her?"

"Nope" Replied Videl.

"P-Pan." Gohan burst into laughter remembering something.

"Pan?" Videl asked.

"Goten suggested Pan!" He laughed even harder.

"Pan eh?" She looked at the girl then back at Gohan. "I like Pan." Her smile grew wider.

"Pan?" Gohan asked confused. He looked down at the girl. "Now that you mention it, she does look like a Pan."

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"So what are you going to name the baby Gohan?"  A four year old Goten asked.

"We're going to name her Pan." Gohan said beaming with pride.

"Pan? Cool! It's the name I said!." Goten was excited.

"I just happened to tell Videl and she liked it. And then I took a liking to it. Thanks by the way." Said Gohan matter-of-factly.

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~~Pan's POV~~

Hello! I'm Son Pan. So you want to know about me? Well, I'm nine year's old. This is my last year in primary school here in Vegeta-sei and I like to draw. My mom says I could be a painter. My grandpa says I could be a fighter. Oh, I forgot I like to fight too. My dad taught me how to fight when I was little, but my grandpa is teaching me now.

I like to spend time with my grandpa. Actually I like to spend time with all my family. I have a nice family. My grandma always cooks yummy things. My uncle and grandpa are very funny all the time; it's like watching cartoons all day. My mom is a very nice woman. She sews clothes for other people. That's how we get some money. The rest of the money comes from dad. He is a manager at a shoe store. But even combined, my parents don't get a lot of money. They say it's ok because we have each other.

'I don't care how much money we have.' That's what I would have said a year ago without a doubt. But the truth is that I wish we had more money. People make you think like that. The truth is that people don't really like you if you don't have an expensive car, or expensive house. Notice I say 'expensive.' To people the price matters more than the simple fact of looking or feeling good. All of the kids at school also think like this. If you don't have the latest sneakers they pick on you. If you don't have an expensive back pack, they don't even look at you.

Why do these things matter? Don't people think about other people? I thought at least kids wouldn't think that way, but they do, especially the rich ones.

In fact I know of a really mean kid. He's the prince of Vegeta-sei: Trunks. You would think he at least wants to make a good impression to his people, but he's a selfish boy. Why I think that? Well:

It was a couple of months ago. We were supposed to make a huge recital for the royal family at my school. My classroom was assigned the play 'Alice in Wonderland.'

That day everything was going just fine. My friends and I were hanging out in the hallways while the teachers were getting the stage ready. The royal family was supposed to be there any minute.

I got an urge to go to the bathroom so I went, no I ran to the bathroom. Suddenly, there is something stopping one of my legs from moving, and I fell. When I looked up I see a lavender haired boy giving me a dirty look. Then he said. "What's a beggar kid like you doing in a refined school like this? Go to the gutter where you belong!" I was soo mad. That was very mean. "My parents work very hard so I can come to this school! People are people! Everyone should be the same!" I yelled at him. "Everyone except you beggar-kid." He shouted back at me. I was still on the floor, and looked down. I didn't want him to see me cry. Suddenly I hear someone coming. "Trunks, are you there?" the person said.

I look up and see a man. He had a cape and looked really mean and strong. "Yes father, I'm here!" Father? I wondered. That explains the respectful tone. The man looked so mean I thought he was going to treat me the same as the kid, but instead he lent me his hand and helped me get up. "What happened?" He said with a soft smile after I got up. I looked at the kid and he gave me a menacing look. "Nothing. I just tripped." I said nervously. "OK, run along now." The man said.

Later I found out that the man was the king and the kid was the prince. And I couldn't explain how a mean kid like him could have such a nice father. Vegeta-sei has a good king.

And that's how I met the king and the prince. I hope I talk to the king again some day, as for that kid, I feel sorry Vegeta-sei is going to have a king like him. I'll be sure to stay away from rich people from now on.

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I'm twenty two years old now. I stopped liking painting when I realized I could no longer draw stick figures. So what do I do now? I'm a microbiologist. Pretty nerdy huh? It's ok, I like it a lot. I was the first one in my family to get a degree higher than the required schooling in the planet. My parents are very proud of me.

As for the rest of my family, they're also doing well. I forgot again. I still like fighting. My uncle Goten trains me now. He's really good, my father or grandfather can't beat him anymore. Not only does he have strength on his side, but also always a good strategy. He's so good at it, he's seriously thinking of joining the armed forces. I think he'll do well. It's about time he got himself a decent job other than just prancing around the house. He thinks the same. One day I asked him "When am I going to have little cousins of my own?" He had the funniest look on his face. I felt bad for asking that question because it reminded him of his last girlfriend: Paris. He was still upset over that. "You'll find someone uncle Goten." I told him. In gratitude, he pinched my cheek. He's the only person who I allow to do that.

I'm supposed to go to the labor office today. I got out of school a couple of months ago and I still can't find a job.

Mom's coming with me. Geez I wish she didn't come, it's kind of embarrassing. But there is no saiyan power on Vegeta-sei to convince her otherwise. I feel like a child with my mom trailing after me making sure I do my chores right.

I hope there's an opening. Then I could help my family out financially.

~~End Pan's POV~~

"Hello Pan." Said the lady.

"Hi Mrs. Tomoe. So is there a job opening?" *I hope so* Pan thought.

"I have great news! There is an opening in a research lab." Pan's smile was as wide as it could get. "And I got even greater news: the pay is going to be great because it's in the royal palace along with queen Bulma." Pan's smile fell.

"In the palace? Geez I don't know if I want to work there." Pan said defeated.

"What's wrong with the palace?" Videl asked. "Don't tell me you still have that silly notion that rich people are mean? Think about it Pan. Don't do it for us. This is a future for you and your future family. You're going to give up to a job you haven't even tried?"

*She has a good point. Son Pan doesn't give up!* Thoughts of triumph swimming in her head. "OK Mrs. Tomoe. I'll do it!" She lifted her hand up in victory. Videl and Mrs. Tomoe's faces went blank. "OK. Hehe. I'll send your paperwork and I'll have you an interview in no time." Mrs. Tomoe laughed nervously.

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~~Bulma's POV~~

It's Monday. I'm supposed to see a girl today for the new position as my assistant. I look over her papers. Son Pan. That's her name. I get a call telling me that she's here. She was very good looking and modest I guessed by the way she dressed. She had black wavy hair that reached to her middle back, and huge black eyes. They suit her. She wore a beautiful green sundress that had designs colored different shades of green. When she came closer, I sensed she was nervous and apprehensive. I greet her and tell her to sit down across from me. I go over her paperwork. Very impressive: top of the class microbiologist. She wrote her thesis project on one-cell organism behavior very interesting.

"So, Pan, tell me about you. Where do you live? Tell me about your family."

"Well I live in the mountain section #5 it's not very populated, that's actually what my parents like. My mother is Videl she works at home as a tailor. My father is the regional manager of a chain of shoe stores. My grandparents live by us, they're Goku and Chichi. Oh, and I have an uncle his name is Goten, he's only four years older than me. As for me, I like fighting, and sometimes I help my mom out."

"Do you work well under pressure?" The queen inquired.

"Actually, I think I do my best under pressure. I can focus because in the back of my head I know I absolutely have to get something done." Pan replied.

"Good. Do you have any questions about the job…….."

~~End Bulma's POV~~

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It had been a month since Pan started working in the palace. She was glad she didn't have any unpleasant incidents this whole month.

"Pan?" Bulma started. "Something has come up and I have to go to the conference room. I'll be back in about an hour." Bulma looked at Pan and saw that she was wearing a cute jean skirt and a black shirt. *Note to self: find out where Pan gets her clothes.* Bulma thought

"OK." Pan mumbled, before typing more information, after she put the pen back in her mouth.

"Hello?" Pan turned around to see who was coming. Pan dropped the pen. *I know him!*

Trunks heard the click and turned around to find Pan. His eyes widened a little at her beauty. He looked at her up and down and said. "I'd hit on you honey, if it weren't for those cheap clothes you're wearing."

Recovering fast from the shock, "Thanks for saving me the trouble of getting rid of you." She spat.

"That's no way to talk to your prince!" He yelled *feisty, isn't she? We're going to have fun together.*

*Right! He's the prince. Now I don't want to die do I?* "Sorry prince Trunks." Pan said as she bowed down.

"That's better. So what are you doing here? Are you mom-er the queen's new assistant?" He asked with a soft smile.

*One minute cold, hot the next. I don't get it. But he does have a nice smile.*

"Yes. Son Pan." Pan stuck her hand out and smiled. "Hi Pan." After a moment she knew he wasn't going to shake her hand. She tried to get back to work and started typing. But the prince interrupted her again.

"So how did a –humble- girl like you get a position like this?"

Pan was seeing red. "I. worked. hard. sir." She said trying not to insult the prince.

"Relax, I didn't mean to insult you." He said coolly.

"How did you end up being so...conceited? Your parents seem nice enough." Pan asked innocently. Now Trunks was seeing red.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm just curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat." Trunks said menacingly.

"Well, lucky for me, I'm not a cat." Pan smiled.

*Man! That smile!* It sure did calm Trunks down. *We're going to have a lot of fun indeed.* He thought with a smirk.

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How did you guys like it? Well, I decided to do another chapter this week because the prologue was short. I'll try to update once a week, I think that's a fair deal.

I HATE cramps!!! They hurt so much, and it makes the whole monthly experience even less enjoyable (if that's possible). Well, so much for my ranting today. ^_^

See ya next chapter!

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