Well, Here's the 2nd chapter, a little longer then the last, and if you all want more then this, READ AND REVIEW! Because You won't get anymore without them!!!!! OH yeah..... Now the story... (FUCK THE DISCLAIMER! I GET TOO DEPRESSED!)

Trunks took off ahead of them in his own car so he could stop and get something to munch on.

He pulled over at a Truck stop. He looked to his left, only to see a girl that was a few years younger than him crying.

He looked at her with sympathy. But quickly turned around and went inside.

"WHY KAMI?" Pan yelled, tears rolling down her face. She punched the sidewalk, bruising her hand.

She looked up to see if anyone was staring at her. And there had been. A young man with lavender hair. HE looked at her like he knew she was sad. She only cried harder because she felt embarrassed.

Something inside her told her not to be weak, and stop crying over nothing. She finally dried the last tears and got up. She headed to the soup kitchen.

Trunks came out to see that the girl was gone. He shrugged it off and headed to where his family was.

When he pulled up, he noticed that he was the only one there. He got out and went inside.

Pan walked inside, angry and ready to blow her head off. She looked up and saw the man from earlier. She blushed when he looked at her, and ran to kitchen.

"I HATE YOU KAMI! You've done nothing for me EVER! You made my family abandon me, put me through hell while I was growing up, and then made me homeless. WHAT DO I HAVE TO BE THANKFUL FOR YOU FUCKING BASTARD?! Pan thought out loud.

"Shut up you weakling! You don't count! You never did and never will! So stop being weak and shut up!" She yelled at herself. She cried harder.

"No one cares about you, so you have to care about you!" She kept saying to herself, rocking herself back and forth. That's when a large group of people walked in.

"I still don't see why we have to do this woman! I have training to do!" She heard voice yell.

"Oh shut up Vegeta!" A woman's voice yell. She quickly dried her tears and stood up to get away.

"Oh hi there! You must the help!" A man with spiky hair said, holding out his hand. She nodded hesitantly.

"Yes... Yes I am... But if I'm going to get in the way... I can leave..." Pan said, never looking at the man.

"No, you're not going to get in the way. Besides we need someone who knows their way around this kitchen." A blue-haired woman smiled. This made Pan smiled a bit. She got a little bit more relaxed and nodded.

"Name's Bulma Vegeta Briefs, but you can just call me Bulma! What's yours?" Bulma asked the raven haired girl. Pan blushed.

"I don't really have one, just a first name that my parents gave me before they gave me up. It's Pan." Pan managed to smile. Only Bulma heard this.

"I'm sorry what was it again?" Bulma asked shocked.

"Pan... I think my last name is something along the lines of Sons or something like that... But I never knew..." Pan replied, still looking down.

"Jesus...I mean... Ok Pan, can I can you Pan?" Bulma smiled, trying to get over her shock.

"Yeah sure..." Pan barely managed to say. Bulma hugged her with one arm and brought her over to the stove.

Vegeta over heard the whole conversation. He was shocked as well. That name hadn't been brought up since the incident. He thought back to it.

After the whole Buu thing, Videl had ended up pregnant Gohan's kid. They were happy at first, but realized they couldn't take care of a baby, so they gave her up for adoption

Vegeta had gotten to hold Pan once before the state took her. He said something in Saiyan to her that only he could understand.

"Yuki nou yodra jetra excerdi" He whispered into her ear. It meant that one day she would one day be reunited with them.

He looked at Pan and then his son. They had bonded when she was born, so he knew she would be back.

Trunks was helping out by separating beans. How fun... He was getting bore and hungry. He heard his mother talking to the girl at the Truck Stop. She was homeless, and was helping out so she could eat. He felt sorrow for her, but it felt more than that. He couldn't put his finger on it.

"Hey Pan, could you go get some beans from my son?" Bulma asked the young girl.

Did she just say Pan?! He thought, but thought he had just heard things. Then the young girl came up to him.

"Umm... Excuse me sir... You're mother... She's requesting some beans..." She barely managed to say. Trunks looked harder. She did look familiar. He smiled.

"Yeah sure. And by the way, name's Trunks, not sir!" He smiled and winked. She blushed and nodded slowly, not even looking up.

Gohan was trying to get the stuffing started, but couldn't figure out how to make it.

Bulma saw this and asked Pan, without thinking, to go over and help him since she knew how. Pan of course agreed.

"Um... Sir, do you need help?" Pan asked once again barley speaking. Gohan smiled.

"Sure, but first things first, name's Gohan, what's your's?" He smiled. He extended his hand to shake his hand when Videl walked up.

"Gohan, what did you do now?" She laughed, looking at the "stuffing". He laughed and put his hand behind his head.

"Well, actually, I was just about to get some help from this young lady!" Gohan said, pointing at Pan. Pan blushed.

"That's sweet of her! What's your name?" Videl smiled. Gohan once again looked at her and smiled and laughed again.

"Um... Oh, my name's..." Was all Pan was able to say. A tear rolled down her cheek. She looked around, all these people happy with there families. She fought back the tears, and then looked at Gohan and Videl.

"I'm sorry, I just get depressed whenever I see families happy together... I'm so sorry..." She said, crying harder. Gohan put his arm around her.

"Can I ask, what happened to your family?" Videl asked Pan. Pan cried a little harder.

"I never had one. My parents gave me up for adoption right after I was born. I never met anyone in my family...." Was all she said. Videl's eyes opened wide.

"And your name is?" She asked curiously.

Vegeta looked over to where it all was about to happen. He swallowed hard and looked on. Trunks did the same, as did Bulma.