She took a deep breath as she walked towards the main alter in the old chapel. She was finally fulfilling her dream. She was in a beautiful, off the shoulder wedding dress, her mother was behind her carrying the huge train of the dress and she was going to walk down the aisle to the most wonderful man in her life. Nothing could be better; nothing could be more perfect. She had been waiting all her life to marry Trunks, and now she was. She took a deep breath as she stopped in front of a pair of double doors. When her mother pulled them open, the many happy faces of friends and family greeted her. Only when she looked down at Trunks did she see the expression on his face.

'What?' She thought to herself, his hard gaze boring into her, before her eyes caught the site of her two best friends.

Bra and Marron.

They stood on the side; bride's maid's dresses moving as they tried not to burst out in laughter in front of the room filled with people. It was then when her stomach clenched and her mouth began to water. She looked at Marron and at the same time the 22 year old looked up at her and smirked. The look in her eyes told the younger girl everything. Marron had always been jealous of Trunks' affections for Pan.

It was like a dream the way her feet carried her slowly down the aisle. She felt her throat constrict and her breath was caught behind the wall that had formed there. He hadn't even said anything yet and she already felt her knees growing weak beneath her. She didn't want him to say it. It was written all over his face; like the calm before a storm. He looked so much like Vegeta in that moment, she felt even queasier. She felt her ego slipping and her saiyan pride was being ripped out of her hands. She was being hurtled back into the reality that she was a vulnerable little girl inside, that she needed Trunks.

"Trunks." She whispered low, preventing herself from bursting out in tears, "I know...you don't want to do this, so I'll save you the trouble and me the embarrassment...whatever they told you..that doesn't keep me from loving you. Goodbye..."

She slipped the engagement ring off her finger and handed it to him and couldn't help but let a whimper escape from her lips. He blinked in disbelief as the red roses she held in her hand feel to the ground and she left him standing there, starring at her back as she walked back down the aisle. She held her head high, eyes wanting to let the tears flow down her cheeks. She couldn't believe her two best friends had deceived her. Again. Only when she disappeared behind the wooden doors of the chapel did she let the tears fall and the sobs muffle against her hand. She wouldn't let him see her tears. Never again.

"Trunks?" Bulma asked, standing up from her place on the bench.

When someone finally had the courage to run to the double doors of the chapel, they found her dress lying in a white heap, with no bride to be found. Her white stiletto heals lay discarded beside the dress and even the necklace Bulma had given her before the wedding lay discarded on the floor. She had run away...away from the pain, away from the hurt...away..from love. .

"Here is your tea, Ms. Son."

"Thanks, Ralph." The dark haired demi grinned as she took the cup from her butler and set it next to the phone on the table, "Ralph. Can you make sure TJ is awake?"

"Yes ma'am." Her butler smiled, placing the tray under his arm and walked off.

She sighed as he retreated from the room and looked up out the sunroof. The sky was blue; the sun was shining. Life felt so surreal to the 29 year old. How could it be real when you were a well-known super model, living in sunny California?

"Super model." She chuckled, sipping slowly on her tea.

Now that was unbelievable. When one grew up around so many boys, it was a wonder why her occupation became that of a model. If it weren't for all the men that she knew, telling her she couldn't make it, she wouldn't even have tried. She gave out a sigh. If she hadn't tried to be like her best friends, she would probably still be playing basketball, and maybe went pro. She'd be dancing around the court, showing the other girls what she was made of. She'd be back home, wallowing in self-pity just because of different circumstances.

She couldn't help but wish she could be back home again. Sure, the states we're great, but it was nothing like being at home. She didn't really know what was keeping her from going home. She hadn't seen her family in 9 years. It was pathetic. There were so many times that she had promised everyone she'd come home, but each time she'd chicken out. And she knew it wasn't fair. Especially not to...

"Morning mom."

She turned to meet the smiling face of her 9-year-old son. His smile was warm and his loving gaze bore into you like fire. But...he had his hair. That silky, vibrant hair that stood out in a crowd. It was long like she imagined Trunks' hair to be now. She knew he had to be feeling the same way she had these past couple years. Looking at her son only made the feeling stronger, and she couldn't help but feel lonely all over again.

"What do you have to do today?" He asked, hoping into the chair across from her at the breakfast table.

"Um," She hummed, placing the magazine she was flipping through down beside her plate, "I have an interview, annnd...a photo shoot. What about you?"

"Brandon invited me to go to Kings Dominion." He muttered, a cinnamon bun stuffed in his mouth.

"Slow down mister pig." She chuckled, shaking her head.

He gulped down his food and grinned sheepishly, "Oh mom...I talked to Grandma Videl."

"Really? And what did you talk about?"

"I want to meet everyone, mom. For my birthday, please?"

She let out a soft breath and nodded her head, "I'll think about it sweetie. I promise..."

"Ok Pan," The photographer coaxed, stooping below her with his camera pointed up at her, "Give me that perfect Pan smirk.."

It was late afternoon and Pan had been at the photo shoot all day. She turned her head slowly towards him, the flesh colored dress shifting on her thighs. TJ's requests had been on her mind and she didn't know why it was eating at her so much. The only thing she knew was that she didn't know if she wanted to go home and see everyone or not. It was complicated; on one had she wanted to go home. Maybe if she was there she could make up with Marron and Bra. Maybe they would confess that they didn't know why they had done what they did and that they were sorry.

It wasn't like it was her decision anyway. She would have to find out from her agent if she could take a break. She usually didn't ask her for a break unless her son wanted to take a trip. It was no use; she would have to suck it up and ask her agent for leave to go home. She smiled when she saw the middle-aged women round her dressing trailer and came down the beach.

"Guess what I have for my tom boy." She mused, grinning widely as she removed her sunglasses.

"Some more work?" Pan huffed, smirking faintly as she took the bottle of water from her assistant.

"No. It's a runway show actually. Back where you're from. It's sponsored by Capsule Corp and they're having a huge banquet." She smiled.

"You...already said I'd go didn't you?"

"Of coarse! So go home and pack because you leave first thing in the morning. And you should take TJ with you."

"Thank you, Natalie." Pan huffed, her tone sarcastic even though she was more than thrilled.

Her arms were full when she finally got into the house later on that evening. She carried a bag full of Chinese food for her and TJ's dinner. She sighed when she entered the kitchen and nearly tripped over her dog lying on the floor. His head lifted and she glared angrily down at him.

"Get out the middle of the floor, Red." She hissed at the Germen Shepard as she set the bag on the counter.

"Hey mom." TJ's voice echoed through the kitchen as he entered, playing his game boy.

"What's up Sweetness?" She rang back happily chomping into her egg roll.

He clicked off the game and set it on the counter before sticking his hands into the bag, "Why are you so happy? Something good happen?"

"Better than good, something great!" She grinned, plopping down on one of the breakfast stools.

"We can go to Satan City?" He kidded, thinking that that wasn't the case.

"Actually..." She paused, leaning against the counter with that all too famous smirk on her face.

"Really!?" He sprang from his seat, nearly knocking the whole bag of food onto the floor.

"We leave tomorrow, first thing." She smiled watching him bounce around.

"Thanks mom!!" He smiled, hugging her before he ran out the room.

She bit into the egg roll again as she watched him leave, her head shaking at his enthusiasm. She grinned, tilting her head slightly. What would she really do when she saw everyone. How old would her mother and father look. How would everyone react to seeing her. The possibilities were infinite.

"Possibilities." She chuckled at herself.

Tomorrow would be a hectic day. She didn't know what would happen tomorrow. She just had to wait...

A/N: Wow...I don't know where this story is going to go. But it's off the top of my head, completely. I hope you guys like it and please bear w/ me. I'll try to update a.s.a.p.! So go ahead...leave a review! Tell me what you think! Come on! Don't be shy!

Vegeta: Grabs her from the chair and carries her off..

Me: What the hell! Vegeta!! Squirms.

Vegeta: Remember...I owe you some discipline..Grins devilishly.

Me: Oh good grief...Shakes her head.