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A/N: I have been hit severely with the 'writer's-block-stick' and I'll tell you now, it hurts. I have every aspect planned out and pinned to the wall (not literally) but don't know how to write it... Well here goes!

Note: Bulla is Bra. Different name, same person. I've seen a different version to most of you where Bra is Bulla.

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Without You

Chapter 5: i Deprivation /i

Pan sat bolt upright mumbling something about sick leaves. She sighed in relief as her surroundings came into a clear yet, blurry view.

"Day one..." she whispered as she briefly gasped for air. She fell back pulling the covers away from her face. Her arm had pins and needles and it appeared she had lost a bed sock. She sighed then ripped off the covers. At the end of her bed lay a crumpled up navy blue bed sock that matched the other on her left foot. She tore it off and placed them both in a corner of her room. She stripped off her pajamas and pulled on her usual red top and grey three-quarter pants. She reached in her drawer for a pair of purple socks then knelt down to get her shoes. Pan looked at herself in the mirror. Something was missing. She touched the top of her head and sighed. She wouldn't put it on. For one, it made her look like she was wearing a torn rag and secondly it hurt to think about it. Instead she pulled her coal black hair into two pigtails that sat contently at the side of her head. Pan smiled in satisfaction at how she looked.

"Different... Yet, stylish," she assured herself.

Once again she smiled briefly with a short feeling of satisfaction as she opened her bedroom door. Pan was met by the usual smell of pancakes. She stepped out taking in the sweet smell only to be picked up and slung over Videl's shoulder.

"What are you doing?!?" Pan asked furiously.

"We're going to get your eyes checked," Videl explained.

"I can walk myself you know," Pan pointed out.

Videl put her down and smiled. "Okay," She rushed down the stairs.

Pan shook her head and went back into her room. Strangely she looked at herself in the mirror and thought twice about her pigtails. She savagely ripped them out in hatred for herself. She threw the ties at them mirror and ripped at her hair with her brush. She then pulled out her orange bandana and put it on. It didn't feel right not to wear it. She had to, it was as if it were calling to her. She chucked the thought aside and neatened herself up. Pan walked through the open doorway of her room, half expecting to be picked up again and slung over her mothers shoulder. She walked down the stairs and greeted her parents. Her father was hoeing in food so he wouldn't be late, and wouldn't go hungry. Her mother was cooking pancakes in her white, frilly apron. Pan quite liked the way her mother looked in it. She smiled to herself. If only she was that pretty. If only the things she did were appreciated. Gohan stood up, snapping Pan's thoughts.

"See you this afternoon," he kissed each of his present family members, picked up his briefcase and left.

Pan sat at the table and ate her breakfast silently as Videl cleaned up her husband's mess.

"We will go after you've finished your breakfast," Videl said. Pan nodded in disgust.

"What? Don't you like the pancakes?"

"No. They are fine," Pan said bluntly. Videl nodded.

"Panny, I know -"

"Don't call me Panny," Pan whispered harshly.

"I...I'm sorry Pan... I just... Well..." Videl sighed and retreated from the table.

Pan shoved the last pancake involuntarily into her mouth and kept on pushing it in until it fit. She struggled to chew it but eventually ate it.

"Ready," Pan notified her mother as she stood up and straightened her clothes.

Videl wiped her hands on her apron then pulled it off. "Great," she said hanging it from a hook beside the fridge.

Videl pulled down her sleeves and put on her jacket that was resting on the chair beside Pan. She picked up her capsule car and her keys.

"Shall we?"

Videl and Pan left their house. Videl locked the door. Not that she needed to. Not many people came into the country but she did it out of habit from living in the city for twenty years where she was famous and people would have been happy with a hair brush she had touched. Videl sighed as she remembered her past life. Ever since she met Gohan, things seemed to brighten up for her. Videl looked down at her daughter. Then Pan came and brightened her life even more.

"Where are you going?"

Pan and Videl spun around only to see the most annoying Kai they knew.

"To get Pan's eyes checked," Videl retorted.

"No you're not,"

"Yes I am,"

"No you are not," Old Kai crossed his arms.

"And why aren't we going?" Videl asked.

"Because, once Pan starts her training she will not need glasses, it is foolish,"

Videl grabbed her daughters' hand. "Who said she wanted to go?"

Old Kai laughed. "Saiyans are very predictable, you should know Videl having lived with them for so long," A smile spread across Old Kai's face,

Videl sighed. "What do you want Kai?"

"Pan will not get glasses and if you buy them I will personally snap them,"

"I will snap you," Videl whispered harshly.

Old Kai laughed. "See you soon Pan,"

In an instant he disappeared.

Videl sighed and pulled on the door handle cursing as she remembered it was locked. She still held her daughters hand tightly. She pulled out her keys and unlocked the door. In frustration she threw the keys down on the table near the door and left her daughter in the doorway. Pan watched her mother as she stormed through the house putting things away. She was angry. Pan knew what was wrong. It was Old Kai. Videl didn't want Pan to go. Pan smiled in guilt. But she wanted to go. Pan wanted to go train. It would keep her mind of her grandfather. It would help. Pan closed the door behind her and went up to her room. She looked at herself in the mirror for the third time today and pulled off her bandana. She lay down on her bed and brought her mind into a deep state of thought.

i 'I'm going, I don't care what mum wants, I want to train, I don't want to live in pain anymore, I want it to go away,' /i

i 'It's all about what you want, isn't it Pan,' /i A voice inside her head sneered.

Pan closed her eyes and sighed. She stood up and looked heaven wards.

"Old Kai? I know you can hear me, I wanted to tell you something... I want to go,"

Chi Chi cried into Gohan's chest.

"Well, I'll see you in six years then," Pan said as no one talked.

Bulla hugged her with Trunks not far behind. In the Breifs children's lead, everyone got their little cuddle from Pan. Chi Chi clung on tightly as she wet Pan's shirt with her tears.

i We will miss you Son Pan, come back to us soon. /i

A/N: Uh... question. Do you think I should make Pan cold and icy in future chapters or happy and bubbly? Your thoughts will be appreciated. The end was a bit rushed sorry 'bout that. Same as always, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and don't forget to review!

i -Love Always GohanGirl7711- /i