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A Brief Moment in Time

Chapter 22: So much for hope…

The next morning…

Vegeta awoke at the break of dawn. At least, it would have been the break of dawn if he had been on Chikyuu. He moved to get up but found himself held down by a light weight that rested on his chest. Looking down he saw Bulma sleeping quietly while using his broad well-chiseled chest as a pillow. Her aqua hair pooled around his chest, and he enjoyed the faint tingling sensation whenever she shifted slightly. She looked so frail, he thought. Unable to help himself, he reached down and ran his hand through the fine strands of her hair. She stirred quietly at his action, and Vegeta watched as her eyes slowly opened. Two crystal blue orbs gazed upwards, twinkling with delight that he was the first thing she saw in the morning.

"Morning, 'Geta," she said lazily. She leaned forward and gave him a peck on the cheek and then sat up, stretching.

Vegeta simply 'hmmphed' at her greeting, and continued to observe her. His eyes took in every curve of her body, every ripple of muscle that she possessed. He still couldn't quite grasp how he could ever be so bewitched by such a frail creature. It was then that he remembered his dreams. The image of her bloody, beaten, and violated body swam across his vision causing his heart to seize up. His mind reeled in horror and he visibly flinched as if he had been struck by a blow.

"Vegeta?" she said with a fair amount of concern in her voice, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing… it is nothing to be concerned about," he replied while getting himself back under control. The images were so vivid, so clear, so realistic that he was unable to simply discount them as simple unease. He couldn't help but feel that it was some sort of premonition. And if it was, he would NOT allow it to happen, not to her. Even if it meant giving up his happiness, if it meant returning to a life where his heart was empty, then so be it. No matter the pain or suffering, he would see that she lived. No alternative was acceptable. He got out of bed, and began to dress. He needed to take his mind off of her, and the only thing he could think of doing was to train.

"Where are you going?" she asked, all the while leaning seductively backwards.

"To train," he answered gruffly as he finished donning his training outfit.

"Wouldn't you rather train here?"

Something in her voice hypnotically drew his attention. Taking in the sight of her, he could feel his hormones begin to rage through his body. He cursed himself for remaining abstinent for twenty years. Now, he felt like a sixteen-year old teenager presented with his first taste of woman. He closed his eyes, and began to battle down his most primal urges.

"Vegeta," she said, causing him to open his eyes to open once more, only to witness her trailing a finger slowly down her most desirable assets. "Are you sure?"

"Damn it, woman," he said as he tore his clothes from his body. "If you want to be ravished that badly, then you are going to be ravished." And the two were dissolved into passion.

An hour later…

Vegeta strode into the training quarters on the flagship. Like most men after an extensive bout of sex, he felt good, REAL good. There was even a pseudo-smile on his face. Chuckling to himself for absolutely no reason, he cast a look around and saw that all of the gravity rooms were already in use. Cursing the woman for delaying him, he scanned the Gravity readings to see if anyone would be a challenge for him. It took him only a moment to find one that read 500x gravity, and using his Ki senses he knew he had found the son of Bulma, the boy named Trunks.

He walked over to the outside panel and overrode the security measures that kept the doors locked from the inside so that no one could walk into a room where the gravity might accidentally crush them. Hearing a loud shout, he smirked, opened the door, and strode in.

"Boy. Your control is pathetic," Vegeta snorted in disgust as he saw Trunks rubbing his head. It was obvious that he had struck the ceiling when the gravity had changed abruptly. He was appalled that the boy lacked the control to prevent such a simple mishap.

Trunks scowled as he rose to his feet. "Good morning to you too."

Vegeta didn't respond at first. He walked around Trunks several times assessing the young man's potential. Finally he stopped a few feet in front of Trunks and let his gaze fall upon his alternate's son. "You are not to raise your ki higher than my level."

Trunks let a smirk identical to his father's slip onto his face. He waited patiently for his father's ki to rise, but for some reason it was holding steady at around a scouter level of 1,000. Trunks was shocked that his father was only willing to raise his ki to a level that even a human could easily attain. It took him a moment to realize that if they had raised their ki any higher that the ship would end up disintegrating.

There was no warning when Vegeta attacked. One second he was there standing in front of Trunks, the next Trunks was reeling backwards from a blow to the cheek. It took less than a millisecond for Trunks to recover, but he found himself on the defensive. Blow after blow he was able to parry away, yet he found himself unable to assume the offensive against his father. Charging up a small ki blast he flung it into Vegeta's chest and then sprang up so as to give himself some room to maneuver. He waited with heavy breath for his father to continue to attack, but instead Vegeta also backed off.

"You are already short of breath," he sneered. "That's pathetic. So early in a fight and you've already lost control. A warrior does not show fatigue unless in absolute need."

Trunks blurred and struck Vegeta with such speed and power that the latter barely even saw it coming. The blow sent Vegeta flying to the wall causing the entire room to shudder slightly. "A warrior can show fatigue to cause misdirection as well," said Trunks as he brought his breathing back under control.

Vegeta grunted in grudging respect as he peeled himself off the floor. The boy had surprised him, and very few had ever been able to do that. Smirking to himself, he decided it was time to cut loose. Trunks may have been powerful, but obviously he was use to be being top dog. It was time to do a father's duty and cut the boy down a few notches. With a roar he attacked.

Trunks was caught unprepared for the fury of Vegeta's onslaught. He was thrown on the defensive and then sent sprawling. As he got onto his feet, he found himself being attacked again. There was no let up in his father's assault. Amazingly, Trunks found that his father's style was much different in this time period compared to the other timeline. He was just as strong, if not stronger, and fought with the same intensity. However, he fought much more deceptively. He masked his true strikes with feints. Also, Trunks found that whenever he struck back, his father was always ready for it and parried them with ease before striking back at him, usually causing him to be sent flying into the wall. It seemed that the pride and arrogance that had always been the flaw of Vegeta in the other timelines did not exist in this one here. After his initial under-estimation of Trunks, it seemed that Vegeta was taking his opponent very seriously and was almost cautious to a degree.

After twenty more minutes, Trunks was too battered to go on. He had only landed a few blows to his father, and it seemed that he had taken hundreds. Every part of him hurt, and if he moved, every part of him hurt more.

"Here boy, it seems that you need this," said Vegeta tossing him a small bean at him. Trunks was too tired to even catch it, and it fell on the floor next to him.

Trunks groaned as he rolled over and picked up the bean. Popping it in his mouth he swore that it tasted a little staler than the usual Senzu, but he could feel his energy return, and his bruised body heal. "Damn… how old was that bean?" he asked tasting an aftertaste that wasn't quite right.

"I do not know… you'll have to ask Kakkarot's brat. He keeps some with him always, and when I arrived he gave me some. Then again, he hasn't been back here on Earth in five years."

Trunks ignored his father. He HAD to be lying and if he wasn't he really, really didn't want to know.

"You need training boy. You are powerful with your Ascended Saiyan form, but you do not have the skill to match it. Who trained you?"

"Gohan did," replied Trunks, "And then I trained with you kinda in the room of spirit and time."

"Hmm… It is not surprising that you have flaws if Kakkarot's elder brat trained you. He's always been weak," he said flatly. However, his words did not sit well with Trunks.

"Gohan was a GREAT man," he snapped at his father. "He gave his life for me… for the people of our dimension."

"Boy… Because he was a great or noble man does not mean that he did not fail in his training of you," said Vegeta completely unfazed by Trunks' outburst. His voice remained in the same flat lecturing tone. "Your outburst shows that you fail to grasp the subtlety of the mind. How then can you grasp the subtleties of battle?"

"What are you talking about? What do you mean grasp…"

"Listen to what I say boy. It is not surprising that Kakkarot's brat did not train you well because he had no formal training himself. Your mother told me quite a bit about your dimension. Both Kakkarot and the Namek died early. They were never able to train your mentor so it was left for him to train himself. From what I know there were few opponents and few real fought battles," explained Vegeta patiently. "Without real battles, a warrior cannot refine his technique. And it is obvious in this case that your technique is flawed."

Trunks did not respond. There was nothing he could say since his father was correct. He hadn't had the battle experience Vegeta had had, and his subsequent thrashing was ample proof of it.

"Sulking?" sneered Vegeta. "That is most unbecoming of any man, let alone the Saiya-jin no Ouji. Get up boy… The most important thing that you can know is that there is always more to learn."

Listening to his father's words, Trunks couldn't contain his surprise. His father had just acknowledged him as the Saiya-jin no Ouji. It was clearly a sign of acceptance, and perhaps respect. Something that Trunks had never thought to receive openly from his father after meeting the cruel and callous man in the other dimension. It was not that he did not respect his father of the other time; indeed he had come to care about his other alternative father greatly and even respected him. However, that man had disappointed him. He had shown a callousness and arrogance that Trunks had found appalling. This version of his father was different. So different that it shocked Trunks to the very fiber of his being. Here was a man that was very much like the Saiya-jin no Ouji of his childhood dreams.

"Will you train me?" Trunks blurted, and then immediately clamped his mouth shut as he saw his father stiffen.

Vegeta remained silent for a brief moment after Trunks' request. He wanted to train the boy. After all, he was of his blood even if not of his times. Training Kakkarot's brat had sparked a hidden longing in him for imparting his knowledge, and experience to someone of his own blood. However, he had long given his heart to someone that would never return his feelings and he had resigned himself to never seeing that dream become reality. Now he had a chance to bring it to fruition. The inner struggle was great, and the temptation was very strong for him to say yes.

"Boy… I think it is best that you prepare your things and then return with your mother to your own dimension," he said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"What? Why?" Trunks was completely taken off guard by Vegeta's statement.

"If you wish you may ask Kakkarot's grand brat to go with you. If she consents I will free her from her duties here," he added without answering Trunks' question.

"Father," he said in slow measured tones as he realized that he was not the person that Vegeta wanted to leave. "Are you telling me that you're going to leave mom. I thought that there was something between you guys here. I mean…" He really didn't know how to put it. It was just the way that the two of them had walked out together last night. It was as if they belonged together. He could see it, and everyone else could see it, yet now Vegeta wanted his mother to return with him home. Trunks couldn't fathom what could have caused this rift.

"Do not presume to ask me such questions, boy," snapped his father. "What is between your mother and I is between us."

"If you wish me to return her to our timeline then it involves me as well. I'm the only one who can take her since I have the time machine. If you want me to take her then tell me why," he replied, his tone cool and calculating. His mother's genes weren't the only ones that he inherited.

Vegeta was taken aback by Trunks' words. The boy was blackmailing him, yet however much that angered him, he couldn't help but feel a little hint of pride. Not only was Trunks amazingly powerful, but also shrewd enough to see through his words and then adamant enough to demand his way.

"Do you care about your mother?" asked Vegeta coldly.

"Of course… She is my mother," replied Trunks. Seeing that Vegeta wanted a more detailed answer he continued, "Mom's been the pillar of my life. She's always been there for me, and gave me everything. I don't know what I'd do without her."

"Then if your mother is in danger, you should act. Take her back with you boy, it is the only way to protect her."

"There's no way to know she won't be in danger back home," argued Trunks, his voice raising. "What's the difference?"

"If she remains here, she will die. I have foreseen it." Saying what he had to say, he turned and walked out of the training room.

Trunks just shook his head in disbelief. "You are just thinking about yourself father! What about mom? Doesn't she have a say?" he yelled at his father's retreating form, but his questions were met only with silence.

Trunks sighed deeply, there were going to be some serious problems. He wasn't sure what he could do to change his father's mind, but he was determined to. He had only seen his mother briefly, but Trunks could tell that she was truly happy for the first time in many years. After seeing her eyes sparkling with life again, he would do what was necessary to ensure that they remained that way.

A little while later…

Bulma sat in front of a terminal in Vegeta's room going over some algorithms that Goten had asked her to look over. The formulas were a bit advanced, as Bulma had never seen anything like it before, but she felt that she was getting the hang of it. It would take another hour or two and then she could finish this up and relax. Also, Vegeta would be finished with his training soon, and she looked forward to seeing him. In fact, she really looked forward to seeing him all the time these days.

She didn't need to turn around when she heard the door slide open to know who it was. It was as if she were now somehow connected to him. Whenever he was nearby she could feel his presence. Bulma didn't know exactly what caused this, but she was pretty sure it had to do with the strong emotional attachment that had formed between them; perhaps something in Saiyan biology.

"Woman, we must speak," came his voice.

There's something wrong… flashed a warning through her head. His voice, on the surface, appeared to be full of confidence and his usual arrogance, yet she had heard a slight tremor… a reluctance to speak. That was not usual in Vegeta.

"What's wrong?" she said with a slight hint of trepidation. She didn't like the feel of this.

"Tomorrow Bojack's forces will arrive… you are aware of this?"

"Yeah… I'm running some projections on where they might enter the system for Goten right now. I'm thinking there are only two entrance vectors that are possibly feasible. I'm dropping Goten the figures right now… I want some secondary opinions but I'm pretty sure the figures are solid."

Vegeta was taken a bit aback. That the normally cynical and untrusting Duke de Sirrus had already given her such an important task was very surprising. It frankly amazed him that his minions had accepted her so quickly. Then again this Bulma possessed a charisma that was awe inspiring. There was just something about her that people innately trusted.

"Is that all that's bothering you?" she smirked. The bravado in her voice forced a smile onto his face that he really did not feel. It didn't matter though, he had come for a reason and he had to see it through.

"Prepare your things. You will be returning to your dimension as soon as your son is ready to take you back," he told her, his face an emotionless mask.

"What?" she gasped in utter disbelief. "You… can't be serious… Vegeta."

"You do not belong here woman," he said simply in response. Yet, though his face remained expressionless, Bulma believed she saw a deepening sadness in his eyes and then she understood, or so she thought.

"Vegeta, I understand that you don't want me in danger, but you don't know what life's like for me… there I'm already dead. For twenty years I've been alone. My friends and all my loved ones are gone. I only lived because of Trunks… and for him I found a way to defeat the androids. But he's grown up now Vegeta… He's in love and has his own life now. I'm just an old woman with nothing left. I don't want to be alone anymore Vegeta," she said softly as she slowly approached him. Tears glimmered in her eyes, but for now she held them in check. "There's always danger in life… that's what makes life, life. I can go back Vegeta, but I'll be dead on the inside. No… I choose to live. I choose to stay here with you. I know what's involved and I'm willing to face it as long as I can be with you."

"Woman… you truly are naïve. You misunderstand your place here." Though his tone remained steady, Vegeta felt his own heart begin to pound as she poured her soul into those words. He wanted her to stay with him. He wanted to wake up in the morning with her in his arms. He wanted someone with whom he could share his life with completely, but he would not, could not, endanger her. Vegeta truly hated himself for what he would have to do. "You see woman, you are a weakness. A weakness I cannot afford. Already I spend too much time with you neglecting my duties. My empire stands on the brink of destruction yet I dawdle here with you… so you must go back. If you remain, all I have worked for will perish."

Bulma's eyes widened. "I know you don't mean that… You cannot convince me that you mean that." Her tear filled eyes looked into his searching for the truth.

"Can I not? I have known you for less than a month. Do you think you can, in such a short time, wrap me around your fingers so easily? You are good… but not that good." Vegeta willed himself to hold her gaze, and to project nothing but apathy. It was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life, far more difficult than even the transition into a Super Saiyan.

"I don't believe you... I won't believe you," cried Bulma as tears streamed down her face. She had been afraid, or perhaps even known, that this would eventually happen. Yet, somehow she had deluded herself into believing that life would go her way for once. She had sincerely hoped that this would never come. So much for hope. Unable to stand his presence anymore, she turned and fled the room.

Vegeta watched her leave, already knowing he had made the greatest mistake in his life. Yet, it was a mistake that would ensure her safety, and for that no price was too great.

On board The Flagship of Son Goten…

Trunks sighed as he let the hot steaming water wash over him. His earlier spar with his father had been a full workout. He could see the bruises beginning to develop and winced as he examined a particularly sore spot on his well muscled chest. The old moldy senzu bean that his father had given him had not been enough to eliminate all the injuries that he had received. So when he got back to his room, he decided to take a long hot shower to loosen his muscles and hopefully help ease the soreness that he was sure to follow.

He had only been in the shower for under ten minutes when his extra sensitive Saiyan hearing heard the door chime go off. "Damnit," grumbled the half Saiyan to himself, "I just got into the damn shower. Who the hell could this be?" Turning off the water, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist as he walked out through the living area to open the door. To his pleasant surprise the person that was waiting for him was none other than Pan.

Pan usually wore very casual clothing. Trunks had only seen her dressed up once when they had gone out for dinner on the cruise ship. Yet, on that occasion she had worn clothing that created an aura of sensuality around her. At the moment, however, she was dressed in full uniform and there was an air of authority around her now that he had never sensed before. It was as if another person was standing there. Her posture was different, her head was held high, and her eyes were demanding. Trunks was taken aback for a second.

"Hey Pan," he greeted after a moment as he stepped out from behind the door. "What're you doing here? I thought that you said you weren't going to be free until later tonight?"

"Uncle Goten let us out of the briefing for an hour break. I figured I'd come down and see what you were up to," she explained as she walked in and looked him over. "You look a bit beat up… who'd you spar with?"

"My father," answered Trunks whilst shaking his head. "We kept our power levels even and I got a beating."

"Ouch…," grimaced Pan in sympathy. She knew first hand how a spar with Vegeta could be. Looking over Trunks she could see that he was tense. "Here lay down and I'll give you a massage for a little while."

Trunks smiled at the offer. "Thanks Pan," he said as he sat down on the couch in the room and then stretched out."

"No problem," chuckled Pan. "I know exactly how it feels to be on the receiving end. The Emperor is a hard task master, but I bet you learned a thing or two from that fight." Trunks just nodded in response as he felt Pan's hands expertly begin to knead his muscles. It felt good. "So, how's your father like in this timeline and that other one you knew him from?"

"It's amazing Pan," replied Trunks. "He's totally different from the man I remembered in the other timeline. I mean… he's not crippled by his pride. The man I remember seemed to be obsessed with power and clinging on to the fact that he was the Saiyajin no Ouji."

"That's… quite disturbing. I've never known the Emperor to be anything else than what he is now."

"Yeah… When I was little I use to dream about him being this great Prince that was loved by his people. When I first met him my dreams were kinda shattered. He's a lot more like the man that I imagined in my youth in this timeline."

Pan was silent for a second. She knew that Trunks had no idea what this timeline was truly like. His father wasn't what he thought he was. "Trunks… it's probably best not to get any preconceived notions about your father… he's himself and you are going to have to take the good with the bad."

"I know Pan… I didn't mean to come off like that… I've barely even spoken to him. It doesn't really matter to me though… I can accept him as long as he makes my mom happy."

Pan chuckled. "Speaking of your mother… I still can't believe that your mother really is Bulma Briefs. I wish this battle would get over with so we can take some time to get to know each other."

"Definitely… Speaking of things that we want to know… what's with the uniform?" asked Trunks. "Are you in the army? I mean… I know you're like a noble or something because of your uncle, but I have no idea what you really do."

Pan was silent. She wasn't quite sure what to tell him. Certainly what she did for Vegeta was confidential, but that really didn't apply in this situation. After all, Trunks' mother was Vegeta's lover and Trunks was his son. Yet, she didn't know how Trunks would take the truth.

"Pan?" asked Trunks as the silence stretched.

"What? Oh… what I do. Yes you can say that I'm a member of the army." The truth is what I need to tell him. You can't be lovers without full disclosure Pan. "I'm a member of the intelligence branch to be exact. That's what the red eye on my collar stands for."

"A spy?" he smirked as he turned around to face her. "So… I'm in love with a female James Bond now?"

"I take offense to that… I. Am. Not. A. Slut," retorted Pan and then quieted. "Do you mean that?" she asked after a moment.

"Mean what?"

"That you're in love with me?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Pan bit her lower lip in trepidation. "Would you still love me if I told you that I've killed people?"

"I'm sure they deserved it," he chuckled though it was a rather fake one. He wasn't exactly sure how the conversation got onto this topic and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know what Pan had done. "Pan, whatever you've done in the past doesn't matter to me. I've killed people—Cell and the Androids. I know I've even killed people on accident in my battles with the Android; I mean with our power levels we blow up whole city blocks. I'm not naïve enough to think that no one could have been in there or weren't hurt on accident. I don't really like to kill or hurt people but sometimes it can't be helped. It's a burden that we all bear."

"Trunks you misunderstand… Let me explain to you my next assignment and maybe you'll get a better understanding. My job is going to be to hunt down your counterpart for treason. He was behind that attack on Capsule Corps."

"Wait…" interjected Trunks. "How do you know he was behind it? Not that I care what you do with him. I'm not exactly fond of him."

"Let me finish and you'll see what I'm driving at," replied Pan. "We know he was behind it because the ship that those assassins came in was chartered by Capsule Corps. They had his personal permission to come and your mother told us that she and the Emperor saw them enter the Capsule Compound with him. Just so you know it's my job to extract the information I need and then terminate him."

Trunks was shocked. Of all things he could have been expecting her to tell him, this was not one. It's not everyday that your girlfriend tells you that she is going to hunt some guy down, torture him, and then dispose of him. Let alone your alternate self. "Wait Pan…"

"To make things even better Trunks," she said cutting him off. "I don't even dislike him. In fact, he's never been anything but friendly to me. But that doesn't matter one bit… I'm going to find him and murder him…" Pan snapped her fingers. "Just like that, and Trunks this isn't a one time thing. I've done this before. I've killed a lot of people in my time. I've prepared dossiers that have completely destroyed people's lives. It was my job and still is my job. So Trunks… I need you to know everything about me… Can you still love me even though you know that I'm an amoral, cruel person?" She hung her head as she finished her confession in a whisper. Pan was terrified of what he was going to say. She wasn't sure she really wanted to know what he thought, but she steeled herself and looked into his eyes only to find horror in the depths of Trunks' crystal blue eyes. "I see," she whispered. Why did I expect him to be able to handle it? I can't even handle it myself when I think on what I've done… Pan slowly rose to her feet. She was fighting back tears, but in the end couldn't. "I'll see you around Trunks," she said softly and then walked out quickly. She didn't hear Trunks shout out for her to wait.

Trunks couldn't react. His mind just seemed to shut down for a second. His own emotions were in turmoil. He loved Pan, he knew that much at least. Yet, the things she had said she had done or was about to GO do was a bit of a shocker. He couldn't believe that his fun loving, laid back Pan was a cold blooded killer. It was absolutely outrageous, so for a few moments his mind couldn't bring itself to believe it. When it did finally click he was absolutely appalled at first. However, when he thought about it he understood. He would have killed Dr. Gero in a heartbeat if he could have found him in the past and prevented him from creating the Androids. His alternative mother had confided in him that she had suggested the very thing same thing when she found out what was to come. His own mother wouldn't have had hesitated either. So, in a universe where you couldn't simply wish people back from the dead to indulge your desire for a challenge, you did things that were distasteful. Pan wasn't a bad person at all. He could tell that during her confession that she felt guilty for the things she did. She didn't like doing these things but sometimes people needed to do what was necessary to save other lives.

When Pan stood up and left, Trunks jumped to his feet and shouted for her to wait. However, she didn't seem to be listening or didn't hear him so he started after her. He almost ran out the door to catch her but then realized that he was completely naked. Quickly he tore upon his dresser where he had put his clothes and got dressed. Not wasting another moment he ran out the door looking for Pan so that he could reassure her that it didn't matter to him. He wasn't sure if he really understood everything but it wasn't his place to judge her. He loved her and that was what mattered to him. He knew that she probably thought that he was disgusted with her and was dieing inside and just knowing that he was causing her that pain upset him. So he dashed down the hallway towards her he felt her ki.

Trunks wasn't watching where he was going and felt someone collide with him. This brought up him short and he saw that it was his mother. She looked absolutely awful. She lay on the floor sobbing and didn't get back up to her feet.

"Shit… mom are you ok? I didn't mean to run into you…"

"Trunks… is that you?" said Bulma through her sobs. "Please Trunks… get me out of here. Get me off this ship… get me away from him."

Suddenly he recalled what his father had said to him earlier. He hadn't thought too much about it since he was sure that his father would wait for a while before telling his mother. He had hoped to convince him out of it before he had a chance. Of course he'd tell her as soon as possible. There's going to be a battle tomorrow and he's terrified that she might get hurt. Of all times… damn that man. His emotions warred in him for a second, but just a second. He couldn't let his mom down for his own benefit. One look at her and he knew that he couldn't reason with her while she was in this state. He'd have to just go along with what she wanted until she was calmed down enough to talk to. "Alright mom… lets go down to the planet. Don't worry things aren't what they seem."

Taking one more glance down the hallway where he knew Pan was probably sobbing, he thought, I'm sorry Pan… I'll be back and make everything alright… I love you no matter what. He then turned and led his mother in the opposite direction towards where they could catch a shuttle down to the planet.