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PAN'S DREAM

Pan felt warm rain droplets falling on her head, she didn't know where she was, or how she had gotten there. She just knew that she was hurting all over. Then the annoying rain stopped. She could hear a sweet song, a beautiful voice. Then she saw a face to match the voice. Pan gasped.

BACK WITH TRUNKS

Trunks was laying in his bed, unmoving. He was totally flat except for the plush pillow that backed his head. He couldn't believe what he had done to Pan. Was his temper really that bad? He had over reacted like hell, and he could barely face himself for this reason. (A/N: There were reasons Trugeta!)

Rain pounded on the windows, the moon was barely shining. It had been several hours since the accident.

" Why the fuck am I suck a Bastard?!!" Trunks yelled in anger. He threw his pillow at the hard wall. It slid down.

Bra stepped into the room. " Trunks, I brought you some dinner and..." Trunks cut her off by slamming the tray off of her hands. Gravy and meat also joined the pillow by the wall.

" I'll starve myself to death, go the hell away. Why would care about me anyway?" Trunks said to the wall, not really wanting any answer.

" It's not going to help anybody if you die, Trunks." Bra said quietly. They were both above the age of childish feuding. They helped each other, and now Trunks needed to be helped.

" And you didn't let me finish, Pan isn't going to die probably. There is only a slight chance." Bra didn't add that that slight was more like 40% that wouldn't help him, and she was trying to convince herself that Pan would live so why tough it up for everyone?

" You don't expect me to believe that do you? Tell me it real." Trunks didn't put forth the effort to make his sentences proper. She knew what he meant.

Bra didn't want to argue with him, "It's about a fifty -fifty chance."

Trunks lay there silent. He knew that even if she lived, she would hate him, and also, she would probably have torn muscles and not fully healed broken bones. Also joints that didn't line up would be a problem. She probably wouldn't want to live.

Bra got up to leave. On the way, she hugged Trunks. " Come see me when you are ready to see Pan."

" Bra.... Thanx."

ON WITH VEGETA

Vegeta was out in the yard, training in the rain. He wasn't angry with Trunks, like he might have

been many years ago. Instead he was just sad. Sad for Pan, and sad for Trunks. He didn't blame

himself, because if fate was real, then Pan would have gotten hurt badly one way or another.

Vegeta kicked, and then he threw a hard punch at nothing. He heard something crashing into the

wall. He heard both of his children in Trunks' room. He heard his darling wife, Bulma, padding

softly across the yard to get him for any reason in particular. Trails of tears were still trailing

down her face. The rain did it's best to wash them away, but they were a forever steady stream.

Vegeta knew that he was going to have to be the one to make the hard call to Gohan and Videl,

he didn't want anybody else to have to do that. It was his responsibility.

" Vegeta.... Do you... want to.... see Pan?" Bulma quavered in a tear filled voice. Gasps and stops and shocks delayed her.

" No, I'll just make the call."

" Are..... You sure?"

" It is my responsibility and none others."

" I wont stop you then."

Vegeta embraced Bulma. The water that was dripping onto Bulma's head wasn't all rain water.
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