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Heya folks! Sorry I didn't update this last week but I was pretty sick and still am L but I'm gonna update the seven that are due for the week. Hope you like this one! As always, enjoy!

Grief

"'Slipped your mind', eh? Well enlighten the three of us, won't you? Tell us what important detail about Pan slipped your mind 18 years ago," she stood her ground, her eyes focusing on her target.

"Look, woman, just let me fini-"

"Dad, are those really her parents?" Bra looked at him with questionable eyes and eager ears.

"Bra-"

"Dad, is she…is she going to leave us?" Vegeta turned to his son and witnessed a look he'd never seen before; he had a look of confusion, anxiousness, worry, and shock in his eyes all at once.

"…" Vegeta couldn't bring himself to answer his son. The thing that bothered him most about her leaving was not the fact that he loved her like a daughter and he'd never see her again, but they his family would have to pay for his mistake; his son would have to pay, and pay the most at that. Vegeta saw the boy had a special love for Pan, like a brother wouldn't have with a sister, before she even realized how much she liked him.

"Vegeta, how could you do this? How did you think Pan would react when she found out that the person who she trusts the most told her a huge lie about her parents' death that didn't even happen?!" she scowled.

"I didn't know they'd come back!" he exclaimed.

Bra gritted her teeth. She wanted to say something but didn't want to get into an argument between her parents. Trunks was too out of it to care what they were arguing about.

"Didn't you think they'd come looking for her eventually?!"

"No! They dumped her off with her aunt!"

"I don't give a damn what they did! You should have told her when she was old enough to understand! I would have told her myself if I knew!"

"Which is why, coincidentally, why you never found out before now," Vegeta crossed his arms.

"You've got no room to be cocky in this one, Vegeta! Pan could be scarred for life after something like this! You should have just told he-"

"Well tell me!" he started, now very angry.

"Tell you what?!" She awaited an answer.

"Tell me what I was suppose to say! What was I suppose to tell a 1 year old? I'm obviously at fault here because I didn't tell a 1 year old – a child! – that her parents weren't there with her because they never wanted her! Tell me how I was suppose to explain that! Tell me how I was suppose to say "you were dumped off on your aunt because they didn't give a damn about you" and walk away!"

Bulma opened her mouth but no words came out. She stood there, almost in amazement for a reason she could not figure out.

"I'm getting cussed out here because I just flat out lied and told her that her parents were dead instead of telling her the truth! Something no one did for me! No one tried to make the plain fact that my father didn't give me up to Frieza because he had to, but that he never wanted me! That he was just short of getting ready to kill me off before Frieza came to him with his 'offer'! Hell, I might have actually turned out better than I am now if I would have just been lied to!"

Bulma now felt horrible for yelling at him. "V-vegeta, I'm so-."

"I'm not finished!" he cut her short, "You have no idea how the truth feels, woman. You think I left a scar lying to her? Look at me. I'm an example of what happens to a 'scarred' child. When you take those damn dragon balls and reverse time, go up to that brat, look her in the eye and tell her what you just told me I should have told her, then you tell me what I did was wrong," and with that, he disappeared upstairs.

Bulma stood there. She didn't know what to say, how to feel, how to act. Unwept tears clouded her vision.

'Vegeta…'

"Mom, it's not fair!" Bra suddenly blurted out of nowhere, collapsing to her knees on the ground, "I don't want Pan to go! We grew up together! Us! Her stupid parents don't even know her! But we do, mom, we do! Tell me Pan won't leave us, mom! Tell me! She can't leave us, she can't!" Bra couldn't stop the tears. She shook her head vigorously, as if it would erase the possibility that she would leave.

Bulma fell beside her and grasped her weary form tight.

"I don't know, honey, I don't know," she said over and over again.

They both hadn't realized the Trunks was gone, by this point.

"Pan?" Trunks, with no warning, opened up Pan's bedroom door.

Pan's head swiftly turned from her window.

"Trunks! W-what are you doing in here?"

"Pan, you're going to stay, aren't you?"

"I…"

Oh my! What is she going to tell Trunks? How will he take it? And just WHAT is Vegeta doing now? I guess we'll find out next time, won't we? Peaces Reeces!

Veggie-Trunks