Pan ran all the way home, completely ignoring Trunks as he tried to call her back. She went up to her room, and locked the door behind her, tears now streaming down her face. I can't turn into an emotional blob every time I see him now; I have to be strong, even if it kills me.

Trunks arrived at The Son home, out of breath, the paper still crumpled up in his fist. He knocked on the door, and waited as he listened as someone walked toward it and opened it. Vidal could not hide her surprise as she looked out her front door and saw Trunks. She hadn't seen him in years, even though she knew him and Trunks went to school together.

"Hi Vidal, I know I haven't seen you in forever, but is there anyway I could talk to Pan, It's kind of important." Trunks said putting the paper in his pocket as casually as he could.

"Sure Trunk sweetie, just go upstairs and knock on her door. She just came in actually. She seemed, pretty upset, so you know why?" Vidal asked apparently clueless to the situation. That was just like pan to keep something like this to herself, He doubted if his sister knew about it. He was Pan's best friend and she didn't even tell him till the other day.

"I think I know already, and that's what I need to talk to her about." Trunks said softly, not looking Vidal in the eye.

"Alright, but behave yourself young man, I am far too young to be a grandmother" She replied with a chuckle. Trunks just stared at her then did the classic Anime smile.

"Of course Vidal, I would never think of that, especially with your daughter. We're just friends after all."

"Ok Trunks, if you say so. Just be good, ok?" Vidal said as she let him into the house then walked back to the kitchen. Trunks shook his head then walked up the stairs to Pan's room. Knocking softly on the door, Trunks placed his ear against it to listen, hearing soft sobs.

"Pan, you in there? We really need to talk." He whispered to her, hoping that she would listen.

"Go away Trunks, I don't want to see you right now." Was her reply, her voice softly wavering through her tears. Trunks couldn't believe it, I made her cry, could she have been serious about what she said the other day?

Flashback

Pan was sitting in there hide away, in the clearing in the middle of the oak grove they had discovered together as children. Trunks stood in the shadows for a moment, studying her. He knew he should go in there and here whatever important thing she had to tell him, but he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. Her hair was no longer worn in a boyish bowl cut, but was now long and flowing. The evidence of her recent experiments with hair dye, showing in the violently red highlight she now had. Her soft black eyes where watching the sky for him, an odd emotion being displayed in them. He shook his head then silently scolded himself. What was he doing? Pan was his best friend, he should not be thinking of her like that. But he had to admit that she had turned out quiet well. Her curves had filled in well, like her mother and her grandmother, and she no longer insisted in wearing that ridiculous orange bandana, and had grown found of feminine jeans and random band tees. Today she sported one that said "The Used" a band that he had heard of but never listened to. Trunks took a deep breathe then walked into the clearing.

End Flashback

Trunks now stood there wishing he had taken her seriously; His best friend was on the other side of this locked door, crying her eyes out, because of him.

"Pan, please, I never meant to hurt you, I'm really sorry."

"Trunks, Sorry just won't cut it this time, now please, don't you think you've hurt me enough for a little while." Pan said with more anger this time. Trunks could tell she was on the other side of the door from the sound of her voice, so breaking the door down was not an option. Trunks sighed with defeat.

"Alright Pan, you with this time, I'll go, but we're going to have to face this sometime." Trunks said as he turned then walked down the stairs and out of the house. Pan stayed against the door crying for the rest of the night, skipping dinner, which really worried her parents. The next morning, Pan woke up propped against the door with a cramp in her neck. She quickly took a shower, changed and then went downstairs, finding a capsuled lunch and breakfast waiting for her on the counter. She put the capsule in her pocket then flew out the door to school, thinking of ways to avoid Trunks for the day.