Hey everyone. Really sorry that I didn't update when I said I was going to, but I go really busy. And my midyears, which equal death if you didn't know, are all this week. They are the first ones I'll ever take since I just started high school this year. But, I'm not gonna waste time on the sad story of my life, but I'll give you one, the ending! Yeah, I lost interest in this story for a while and I just want to wrap it up, so I've gone to a new ending, starting from scratch. I realize how immature my writing was when I started and how bad of a plot this story has. I promise my writing has gotten considerably better and this wraps up everything. No more of this story once this is completed. I had this as a one-shot to begin with, so don't expect anything else. I had an idea for a special chapter for the holidays, but now I don't really care for it and I've given up hope on continuing this plot. I have much better ideas I need to work on.

Anyways, I hope this turns out the way I want it to. Have fun reading and I hope you've enjoyed it!


The Day Of Tying the Knots

Black invaded her vision. Nothing was visible to the young woman and it scared her.

"Oh, c'mon Pan, it's not that bad!" her companion said as she saw her friend's discomfort. "I mean, seriously, you have to grow up sometime! This is your big day, you need your hair done! Plus, this only takes about an hour, which leaves us three more for make up and the dress and a couple of extra hours just in case…"

The blind woman groaned.

Suddenly, the woman blinked and the blackness that had clouded her vision was gone. She tried to turn her head to face her friend, but her head was caught in a tight grip.

"No, no, missy. You must keep your head straight if you want this done right the first time," a woman holding the thin balk hair that had been covering the woman's eye sight said.

The black haired woman's eyes widen. First time?! You mean they may have to o this more than once?! She thought in horror. Her blue haired companion laughed at the horror-stricken face.

The woman sat up straight and didn't move a muscle so the hairdresser could get this done right the first time. She spent the next hour staring at her reflection as the hairdresser made her hair into a beautiful sight no one would ever forget.


The woman let out a sigh of relief and collapsed onto a park bench while waiting for the other women to arrive. She had barely made it through the 'hair experience', as she called it.

The same blue haired woman walked quickly down the path. "Be careful with your hair, Pan! We spent all that time there, I don't think you want to go through that again, now do you?" she asked with an evil glint in her eye.

Pan's eyes widened. "NO!" she yelled out and added with the thought of another terrifying experience of hairspray, "You're spending too much time with your brother, all those evil pranks and ideas must have gotten to you."

"That wouldn't be such a bad idea, though. After all, you are going to marry him," she smirked.

Pan's cheeks grew red and she started to get up and chase her so called 'friend', but two strong hands pushed her down in her seat.

"You really gotta love him if you're going through all this, right?" an older woman asked.

Pan slightly nodded, embarrassed yet again.

"Well, come on girls! We have work to do!" an elderly blue haired woman yelled.

"My granddaughter is having a wedding! This could mean…" her happy tears suddenly stopped as she jumped in the air, "GREAT GRANDCHILDREN!"

"Oh my," a blonde said as the two youngest just watched their mother and grandmother jump around in a crazed excitement.


A few hours later Pan was standing in front of a mirror. The same group of women, also known as Bra Briefs, Videl Son, Chichi Son, Bulma Briefs, and Erasa Pencil stood around her. Videl was holding the box of pins for last minute fixes on the elegant white dress Pan wore done by Chichi. Bulma and Erasa were watching the young woman with stars in their eyes while Bra was trying to get them to snap out of it. Every so often Bra would check to make sure no guys had snuck in for Trunks. After all, who would want to break a classic tradition of marriage, which was the bride and groom could not see each other for the whole day until the ceremony.

Pan stepped down from the stool in front of the large mirror and picked up a red rose from a vase. It was from Trunks. She smiled softly. He had remembered.

Flashback

Pan sat on the roof, looking up at the afternoon sky. She stole a glance at the busy roads beneath her and saw a wave of students coming out from the building.

School must be over, she thought. Somehow, she had found her way up to the roof and sat there, missing the last hour of high school. No one would notice she wasn't there anyways.

A cry of joy interrupted Pan's thoughts and made her remember that she would have to go to college now. Her grandmother had insisted on an Ivy League school, which she had somehow managed to be accepted into. The only problem was that it was in America. How could they think that she could just move away from everything she knew to go to a school for four years?! It was outrageous, but reality.

Pan closed her eyes, trying to blink away her tears that somehow managed to escape her tough mind-set. She gave in to the 'weak emotion' as Vegeta called it and hugged her knees to herself, wrapping her arms around her legs and wept into her knees.

The teen jumped in surprise as a hand touched her shoulder. It was her boyfriend, Trunks, smiling sorrowfully at her.

He took a seat next to her.

"What's wrong?"

Pan wiped a tear away. "Nothing," she said blandly.

Trunks raised his eyebrows.

"Don't give me that," he said sternly.

Pan sighed and leaned against him. "I don't want to leave. This is my home. How can they expect me to just pack all my stuff and leave at the end of this summer?! It's not even in the next country, it's across the ocean in a whole different continent!" Pan stood up with clenched fists, "I'll be out of place! I'll have to study a whole new language! Everything will be different! And…" her anger disappeared and she sat back down as she whispered the last sentence, "You won't be there."

Trunks looked down. "I can't help you with that. Well, I can help you study some English," he smiled, "But I think I can ease your mind a bit, if you can wait a few years."

Pan looked up at him in confusion. Trunks stood up and held out a hand to her. She took it and stood up with him. He led her to the other side of the roof, away from the busy streets, and picked her up, despite her protests, and flew to a serene lake in a forest.

"I can visit you during my vacations and you can visit me during yours. We can see each other during holidays, and you can always call or write letters. I'll always be there for you, Pan. You know that, right?" he asked sincerely.

Pan nodded silently.

"I know we will have to wait until college is out, but I was hoping that, maybe, you would," Trunks knelt down and took a deep breath and exhaled, "that you would do me the honor and marry me?"

Pan looked at him in shock. She hadn't expected this. But even so, she knew the answer. Before she could get out her answer, Trunks stood up and put a finger on her lips, "Sh. I just want you to know, that no matter what, I will always love you."

Trunks saw a beautiful red rose in one of the many bushes. One of them was a rose bush, which was why he picked this spot to ask her. He walked the short distance and picked the rose, careful not to stab himself with a thorn, and presented it to his love.

Pan had tears in her eyes. She needed no words. She hugged the demi-saiyan and gave him a sweet kiss full of love. They sat by the lake for the rest of the afternoon, simply enjoying each other's presence.

End Flashback

Those four years had gone by quickly.

Bra saw the sweet smile on her friend's face and quickly scolded her, "This is no time for memory lane! We have to get you ready! And besides, you don't want your makeup smudged from tears, would you? Cause I would love to put some more on you to replace the ruined makeup," and then added in a whisper, "And maybe some more too. I can't believe we could only get a little blush and lipstick on her!"

Chichi patted her shoulder, "She's her mother's daughter. Don't worry about it, dear. We'll have a great time when it's Goten and your wedding," she smirked while giving a little glare to the tomboyish Videl who smiled innocently.

Bra turned away to hid the faint tinge of pink that appeared on her cheeks.


Everyone was ready.

Goten, the best man found a shy maid of honor, who happened to be his girlfriend Bra, to escort. Vegeta and Bulma left early to get into place. Goku retrieved his wife and they sat in the front row. Sharpner wished Pan good luck and took Erasa into the ceremony room. Gohan was the last to wait at the door as his wife peeked out the door to make sure Trunks wasn't in sight.

"He's already at the alter," Gohan reassured.

Videl jumped up in surprise, causing the door to open, and glared at her husband.

"Pan, you look beautiful," he complimented, "Of course, you always look beautiful, Videl," he quickly added.

"Wait, so I don't on a regular basis?" Pan glared.

Gohan thought for a second and a confused expression dawned over his face.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Don't think too much about it, honey. You might hurt yourself," Pan laughed at her father's misfortune and grabbed his and her mother's arms as they led her to a large oak door. Erasa and Sharpner, the ushers, opened it and the room was silent. The elegant room was decorated with flowers and beautiful laces. Everything was perfect. The music played softly in the background as the bride looked at the alter at the end of the carpeted path and saw her groom waiting for her.

Pan smiled to her love, all fears, if she had ever had any, were instantly forgotten. She slowly walked to down the aisle to her new life.


I am officially finished with Notes. No more adding onto a supposed one-shot, no special for the holiday like I thought I may do, no sequel or epilogue, just this chapter. And even so, it's not that great of a story that it deserves one. My future stories will be good enough to have sequels.

Hoped you like it, even if it was horribly written. Since I'm done and not coming back to this, do me the curtsey of reviewing to say what you thought, please. I really appreciate criticism and support; it encourages and makes me a better writer.

I promise I have gotten better and will continue to do so. I have many new ideas, and though some of them are DBZ, I want to focus on some other sections. I hope you read those if you like the categories, or just to check it out to tell me if my writing has improved, since you're the first ones to see it, and improve (hopefully). I will do more DBZ, just not until I have done some other stories that have been up in my mind for a while.

Thank you for reading and reviewing. I know I took a while to write this, and I thank you for sticking with it. Without the support, this would be an inefficient one-shot going no where. At least now it has a plot. I hope you guys know how important your ideas and opinions are in our stories. They can encourage, aid, and even push us to do better (when there are flames). You probably knew that, but just to make sure you know you are important. Well, after saying that and making myself sound stupid, there's only one ting left to say…I appreciate all the criticism and support and the fact that you took time to even read this. Thanks.

Until the next story,

Silver