A/N: I have been working a lot on Ethereal Messengers lately so I have month's of updates covered so now i'm onto this one and then I'll hopefully write a few more chapters of Without You and a few of my new story, a lot of work so let's get down to business shall we? This story, along with my others will be now updated every week, if I get on the internet every week that is.

Ladybugg: Thanks! It's my very own... saying I guess, I say it to my siblings. It never works though :D Oh well, someone liked it!

Cosmictwilight: I say Bulla because of the version I have seen, people have asked me "Who's Bulla? It sounds like a brand of cheese," actually, it's a brand of ice cream (curtesy of best friend Emma, thanks Em!) I believe you have seen the Japanese version where her name is Bra and is mentioned more. In the dubbed version (god damn that version) she has a minor role, a very minor role so you really don't get to figure her personality, so I make up my own :D. I don't like the way Pan is portrayed either so once again I make up my own personality. In my fics Pan has a different personality. Except for Ethereal Messengers because Pan isn't in that one, obviously. I don't think of Pan as a whiny little cow, it just doesn't seem right, not right at all.

Aragorn566: Eh? Aragorn, do you even like T/P's? I thought you would be one of those anti-T/P people who were against the whole idea of it. Meh, I used to hate T/P's too until I was converted by this excellently written fan fiction. Eh... I could be wrong, you may like T/P's... Aww, would ya look at that! You do call me GG!

Evanescent

Chapter Three

Bulma suddenly burst into tears at Bulla's words.

"Shut up woman!" Vegeta cried at his very loud wife who only cried even more.

"Dad! Be a little more caring or she won't be quiet," Bulla ordered.

Bulma cried even more at what Bulla had said. "Just like your father, always being inconsiderate about my feelings," she sobbed.

"Did it ever occur to you that you may cry too much?" Pan asked.

'Aww... look, now you're paying out on his mother,'

'Shut up asshole, she clearly is angry because she forgot her AK 47, leave her alone,'

'Why don't you shut up shit stick?'

'You want a piece of me? Huh huh?'

'Bring it on!'

Pan sighed and let her two consciences quarrel while she tried to sort out the situation.

"So, what do you suggest we do?" Pan asked after Bulma had calmed herself down to a light sniffle here and there.

"I-"

Bulma blew her nose on her handkerchief.

"Don't-"

Bulma sneezed loudly.

"Know,"

Bulma coughed into her sleeve.

Bulla screamed in frustration. She knew her mother was doing it on purpose to get back at her for implying that she was a cry-baby. Bulma sniffled and slumped in her chair.

"Thank you, now as I was saying. I have no idea,"

'Ooh! I do! I figured it out with my friend! I know what to do now Pan!'

'Why are your clothes all messed up?'

'What? My clothes aren't messed up,'

'Oh, yes they are. Who's this friend of yours? Does this person just happen to be a girl?'

'Yes, why do you ask,'

'Oh, no reason, I just saw you coming out of the closet with her, interesting place to devise plans, personally I would make an evil lair but that's just me,'

'Closet? What closet? We have no closet,'

'Yeah, sure,'

'Any way, as I was saying Pan, I have an idea, go to the place where your boyfriend disappeared,'

"He's not my boyfriend,"

Pan was given several strange looks from Vegeta, Bulla and Bulma.

"It's okay Pan, we know you don't have a boyfriend, it's okay," Bulla said.

"No! You don't get it, just never mind. Go on dude,"

'Let's get this straight, i'm not 'dude'. Now, go to where Trunks disappeared,'

"Dude? Did you just call me a dude?"

"No, I was talking to my consciences, one is Lucifer and the other is... well... I don't know his name so I call him dude,"

'My name's William the twenty third,'

'Cool, can I call you Bill, Billy, Will... or better yet, Willie!'

'How immature you are,'

'It's the new craze,'

"Where was Trunks when he disappeared?" Pan asked.

"In his bed, why?"

"Dude has an idea,"

"Give it up,"

Pan ignored Bulla and left to go find Trunks' room.

"What's the idea?" she asked her buddy.

'I'll tell you when we get there, just hurry up,'

"Sheesh, pushy aren't we?"

Pan turned the brass knob of Trunks' door ready to enter his room.

"Now what?"

'Go to his bed and stand over it, you should be able to see where he was sitting, place your hands on it and whatever happens do not move,'

"Okay,"

Pan took her time walking over to the bed and placed her hands on the crumpled sheets where she could only presume Trunks last sat.

"And?"

'Just wait,'

Pan did as she was told and impatiently waited. After several uneventful minutes the bed started to become warm and eventually hot.

"Ow... ow... ow... It burns! OW!"

'You're doing great Pan, hang in there just a little longer,'

'Yeah, if you're good I'll give you an ice cream,'

Pan bit her lip and let out a cry of pain as her hands grew hotter and hotter. The high temperature slowly faded away. She let out a sigh of relief as her hands began to cool down again. She went to lean against the bed with her hands but was greeted with a big hole.

"What an inconvenient place to put a hole," Pan complained.

'It sure is, now jump in,'

"Jump in? You want me to jump in?"

'Or climb in. Whatever you teenagers do to get in holes,'

"I'll walk in,"

'Yes, walk in if you wish, just get in the bloody whole,'

"You are so pushy!"

'You already mentioned that. I'll copy and paste it, "Sheesh, pushy aren't we?" See, look you already told me I was pushy,'

"Okay wow, could you be quiet, i'm trying to climb in the hole without my skirt riding up,"

'We're not looking,'

'Speak for yourself,'

Pan stood up on Trunks' bed. She sighed then put one foot after the other and pushed herself into the deep, purple depths of the hole. She wouldn't be coming out without Trunks, no way in hell.

A/N: Dude? I severely lack in imagination... It's very short... and corny, sorry, I wanted the chapter to end where it did but couldn't extend it any further. I'm not so sure if I should continue this or not. I have the ideas in my head but when I write them down they turn out crap, like this chapter. I might delete it, leave it for a while or just finish it short where everyone dies except for Maron and she is left all by her lonesome to wallow in self pity because she has no friends and she is a tart and no one likes her because she always steals Trunks from Pan. Did I mention she would have no friends? Because she wouldn't and... ::babbles incessantly about bad things happening to Maron:: Ow! I just hit my head on the monitor... that was stupid ::rubs head::

-Love Always GohanGirl7711- Your... not-so-average Maron hater.