Pan Son: 22, Trunks Brief: 24, Bra Brief: 21, Goten Son: 23 Marron Chestnut: 23

Disclaimer: Use your brain. Think about it until your head starts to hurt

Due to severe writer's block, this story was on hold. But now I've updated. Yay. No, seriously, I'm very happy- it's just that I'm writing this at 5 in the morning. So yay, I'm doing a happy dance that involves basically no bodily movement. Yay, I will stop wasting your time now. Read and have a nice life. Do I hear an amen?

By the way, this chapter is set around one month after the last chapter.

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I saw her shining black hair from the doorway. Slipping off my shoes and setting down my bags, I quietly snuck up to the woman and hugged her.

"Hi, Pan," my grandmother said.

"Hey, Grams," I said, leaning my head on her right shoulder.

In one year, I had discovered she and Goten were my only remaining relatives and I had become closer to them than I had ever imagined possible.

"Where've you been?" Grams asked as I released her from my hug. I noticed a few gray streaks in her hair which she had let down for once.

"Around West City. They have plenty of places to shop."

"Did you buy an outfit for dinner?"

"Awww, Grams, you know I hate wearing skirts! They're so uncomfortable..."

"Pan they're only coming over for a few hours. Stop whining and wear the outfit Bra gave you for your birthday. Those clothes look nice on you! And don't give me that look, young lady."

I pouted at her and my tail twitched in agitation. It was not that I hated the skirt- it's cute, I might say. I just hated wearing it...

"When do I have to be back?"

"As soon as your uncle gets home... which will be in about an hour."

"Okay."

I kissed her cheek and mumbled a "Bye."

I flew to my apartment instead of using my car. The place was a lot more organized since I had invited Grams over a few months ago... She certainly influenced my cleaning habits. I took a quick shower and pulled on the clothes that I had tossed out over my bed.

"Yang, I feel like a hooker..."

Sure, I looked nice, but the skirt was a bit too short for my liking. It clung loosely to me and hung low on my hips. The shirt was alright though; it fit snugly. Sure, I'm not the prettiest crayon in the box. Heck, I'm nowhere near as attractive as Bra. Although now that I realize it- wow, I look good!

Yang playfully sniffed my ankles, so I bent over to scratch his ears. He had a black ring of fur around one eye and white fur circling the other making him the oddball of the litter. I remember that the other puppies had white fur only on their bellies.

"Aw, if you weren't so evil you might actually be cute!"

I laughed and confused him by using my tail as a distraction and poking his side with my thumb. He jumped up in surprise causing me to laugh harder.

"You're going to make me late, you little devil. And my tail is not a chew toy..."

I shoed him away while slipping on one shiny black boot. For a second I wondered how Trunks was doing. We hadn't spoken in a couple months and I was anxious to see him.

Within one minute, both of my boots were on and I was out of my door and into the nearest elevator. I leaned against the metal wall and straightened out my jacket. Taking my car would probably save my hair, but if I didn't fly, Grams would be in a bad mood because of my tardiness.

As soon as the elevator stopped and the doors opened, I had snuck out of a window near the end of my apartment building and taken flight towards Gram's.

The wind whipped at my hair leaving it in a messy heap by the time I landed. My uncle answered the door and invited me in.

"Hey! Come on in."

I stepped into the house and he gave me a short one-handed hug and tussled my already ruined curls. I sent him a glare and took off my jacket as he laughed.

"You look nice, Panny," he said, watching me frown at the childish nickname.

"Thanks," I said while straightening my shirt. I would let him get away with that for now...

"Goten! Was that Pan?" Grams yelled. Judging from the smell of rice and steamed vegetables, I guessed that she was almost done cooking.

"Yeah, she's here," Goten answered back. I handed him my jacket and he hung it up as I followed the smell of food into the kitchen.

"Hey, Grams."

"Hello, Pan dear." My grandmother smiled at me. "The Briefs should be here any minute now. Could you help me set up the table?"

"Sure."

She continued to stir two large pots of rice. At first I grabbed six plates out of a cabinet, but then I smirked, remembering that Vegeta would be coming also. I placed one more plate on the stack and carried them to the dining room table. Just then the doorbell rang.

"Mom, they're here!" Goten shouted.

I quickly sat all the plates down next to each set of napkins and forks. Grams was straining a pot of rice and pouring it into serving bowls. I picked up a few of the bowls and placed them in the center of the table next to two giant plates of stir-fry and chicken.

"Something smells good," I heard a woman say.

"Thank you," Grams replied, still pouring rice. "How are you all doing?"

"Alright."

Finally I saw two blue haired women step into the kitchen. I sensed Vegeta standing in the hall. The older woman I recognized as Bulma. She smiled kindly at me. The younger woman grinned at me deviously.

"Hey," I waved shyly. The skirt wasn't helping my confidence...

Bra flashed me one of her beautiful smiles and made her way into the dining room towards me. She looked me over with a smirk.

"I see you decided to wear a skirt."

"Yeah," I sighed. "So how've you been? I heard that you graduated from school early."

She told me she was going to be a clothing designer for a well know corporation in northern Japan. We finished setting up the table and sat down to continue talking.

"So, is the dojo doing okay?"

"It's been doing great! Goten has been helping me out by working part time. We can teach more students this way," I explained. Bra seemed happy to hear that. We could still hear Bulma and Grams talking in the kitchen.

"Well that's good," a male voice said. I turned my head towards a man with long purple hair.

"Hey," I greeted happily.

"It sure took you long enough..." Bra scolded. Trunks ignored her and focused on me as I stood up to hug him.

"So, how have you been, Pan?" he asked after wrapping his arms securely around my shoulders.

"Fine, thanks to you," I replied, hugging him tighter. We pulled apart to further examine each other's appearances. I could practically see Bra smirking behind me. "And yourself?"

"I've been okay..." He looked me over. "You look cute."

I reached up to tug on some of his hair.

"You too," I smiled.

"And what about me?" Bra demanded. "Don't I look cute too?"

We all laughed.

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I really liked that one... Gotta love Trunks' long hair!