They all piled into the small room; Vegeta taking to the wall, Bulma sitting on the chair next to the bed and Bra (who's name Pan had just found out) next to her mother. Pan, feeling a little awkward and out of place, stood in a corner, looking onto the scene before her.

"Oh Trunks," Bulma sobbed, clutching the hand of her son who lay in bed "I thought, I mean…well, I didn't know what to think!"

"Quit your blubbering, woman" The snappy response of her husband sent Bulma into a whirl of tears.

Pan remained silent through their moment, surpassing laughs at Bulma and Vegeta antics and hiding the tears when Bra spoke so lovingly to her brother.

And it made her think. Of her own family, the one she left and how they treated her compared to the briefs.

Her head was burnt with a fever, her voice sore from speaking and her nose blocked with mucus. Her head was pounding, she was shivering and yet, no one cared. She felt like shit, to put it lightly, but she was still made to go to school, study, train, cook and clean…hell, she had fainted at school and her parents had told her to stop being a wimp. She felt like she could drop down dead and no one would care.

She trudged into the house, thankful for the weekend. One after another, her feet carried her to her room.

"PAN!" Her father voice cried for her from the kitchen "Get in here NOW!"

She almost cried, but didn't dare disobey her father's wishes. Dumping her bag in front of her bedroom door, she hauled herself back down the stairs, meeting her father in the kitchen

"Yes father" She croaked, barely able to stand up straight

"Stand up straight when I talk to you!" He screamed and she fought to keep her balance

"Now, I have company coming tonight and I want the dinner cooked in an hour. Got that?"
She moaned but nodded, turning on the cooker and pulling out a bag of rice. But she couldn't keep her balance properly and fell down, spilling every last grain of rice in the bag.

She felt herself being drag upright from under her armpits, her face being smacked and her body kicked while curses where thrown in her direction.

"Pan?" Bulma's voice snapped her from her memory. Pan blinked but smiled at Bulma "you wanna talk to trunks?" Pan nodded in reply to Bulma's question and Bulma smiled "We'll give you two some peace, then. Come one Vegeta, Bra"

"So" Pan said, still leaning against the wall with her hands in her pocket

"Thanks" He smiled at Pan the best he could and her expression softened "If you hadn't…I mean…"

"Its ok Trunks" She replied, sitting down next to him "I understand"

"I'm sorry. For everything I've done to you. I didn't mean to hurt you. You mean more to than that"

"I know" She smiled, his hand finding her. She looked down at her hand enclosed in his and smiled. "Get better soon though, ok?" She said, her thumb tracing patterns on his hand "Otherwise I've got no one else to be mad with"

He chuckled at her and she couldn't help but giggle in return "What about all those jocks and preps?"

"Too stupid" She shook her head, grinning at him. He chuckled slightly then winced "You ok?"

"Just in a little bit of pain" He rasped, panting slightly "Nothing to fuss over. Really"

"Sure? Don't want you collapsing on me again. This time I might not save you" She joked, cheekily. But he didn't laugh. He looked at her straight in eye and grasped her hand tighter. She looked down to their hands, confused slightly as he rubbed her hand.

"Don't say that" He whispered, brushing back her hair

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean it to…" She whispered back, bowing her head forward. With the hand that was in her hair, he pulled her chin up to meet his stare

"Don't be" He murmured, his lips growing nearer to her's

"Vegeta! There're gonna kiss!" A hushed voice came from the door that, now they noticed, was slightly ajar with a eye in the crack "Oh shit, they're seen us"

"If you weren't so loud, woman!" Vegeta hissed, pulling his wife from the door.

Pan laughed, slightly in embarrassment, and pulled away from Trunks. She stood up to leave, but his hand was still in her's. "I've got to go Trunks" She said, trying to pull her hand from Trunk's

"Don't" He replied, tugging on her hand and pulling her on top of him. She blushed, landing on his lap, her face near his "Stay longer. Please?"

"You seem better" She laughed, despite herself

"I feel it too" He smirked, pressing his lips to her's, gently kissing her. She responded to him by kissing back, pulling his head closer to he.

"THEY'RE KISSING!" Bulma shrieked, and they pulled apart. They looked at each other and laughed, hearing Vegeta curse at her for being so loud.

Pan got off of his lap, while Vegeta and Bulma were arguing outside, and quickly kissed him. "I have to go"

"Fine" He pouted, folding his arms "But you better be back to visit tomorrow"

"I will" She smiled, patting him on the head

"Promise?"

"Promise" She nodded, kissing him on the forehead. Letting go of his hand, she walked to the door.

"Wait!" He shouted and she stopped. "Be my girlfriend?"

"You had to ask?" She sighed, shaking her head "Course Trunks. See you tomorrow" She waved, walking out the door

"Bye Pan!" He called after her, as the door shut. She walked past Bulma and Vegeta, saying her farewells to both of them and a quick goodbye to Bra. After that, she was on her way, leaving the hospital with a smile on her face.