A/N: Hello! How's everyone been? Good. That's always nice to hear. I only hope that since you all are well that that means you'll have the energy to review my story as to this point when you finish reading. Anyways, onward to battle! Don't expect too many updates because I start band camp tomorrow (Tuesday) so I have basically signed away my life. Not that I really ever had one, but you get the point. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I have yet to get my hands on any anime rights. Sorry!

Trunks paced his room. There has to be a way to find her. She can't just disappear and it's not like I don't have the technology, resources, and losers running around to get her. If only he knew more about her. All he knew was she had silky black hair, beautiful brown eyes and a smile that made her seem naïve, not that he minded that. It wasn't that he wanted to take advantage of her; she seemed too headstrong to allow something like that to happen.

"Trunks, why are you pacing? You're making the room shake and I can hear it from my wing. It's extremely ANNOYING!" Bra exclaimed from the doorway she was leaning upon.

"What? Oh, sorry! I didn't see you there. What did you need?" Trunks stopped his pacing and stared blankly at his sister.

"Uhhhh.... Oh... yeah! I was just wondering why it was necessary for you to create an earthquake and ruin the house and all my brand new clothes." Bra said, going from confused to pissed off in 2.5 seconds.

Trunks smiled nervously and tried waving off Bra, but it didn't seem that she wanted to budge. He knew she was looking for an answer, but what could he come up with? He couldn't just tell her the truth. She'd laugh until sweet death do us part. Which wouldn't be too bad; the death part, not the laughing. Trunks quickly explained to his less quick half. Hmmm........ I got it! "I was just trying to find that chick in the store!" Wait, wasn't that what I was trying to keep from saying? "God dammit! What I meant to say was......" What is that sound I hear, is that giggling? Trunks turned horrified from his position facing the window to stare at the tanned form in front of him. The long hair spiked up to resemble a large black flame could only mean one person. Trunks cringed. No! Not him; anyone, but him! Wait..... why is he laughing? He never laughs. There's definitely something wrong!

"Hahahahahahaha! You're an idiot! Is this sad or what? My son, the prince of all saiyans, is stooping to the level of trying to find someone he met in a coffee shop? Let me guess.... Hmmm. She defied you in front of the whole crowd and then tried to act as if nothing had happened? Hahahaha!" Vegeta was completely out of character, how could he not be when his son acted almost the exact same way he had when he'd first fallen in love? "So what does this wonderful woman look like? She must be one hell of a woman to catch your attention as none of the others we've brought in have."

"She's really nothing special. Wait! How did you know what had happened?" Trunks stopped and began to ponder the thought. "No one reported anything as far as I knew. Hmmmm......"

"Let's just call it a father's intuition. Okay?" Trunks gaped at him, but Vegeta chose to ignore him as he continued on. "By the way if you know what shop it was in then why don't you just demand to see the tapes they always have running in the stores?"

Trunks' jaw dropped even further, if that was even possible. "Why didn't I think of that? Hmmm...... I really ought to use my brain a bit more. I bet you it's because Bra was with me. Yeah! That's it. Her ways corrupted my mind and it shut down because it couldn't deal with the lack of intelligence emanating from her." Trunks smiled to himself. "Hey Bra, you want to go to the mall?"

Bra smiled and nodded her head then was just as quickly gone. Trunks allowed his father to leave before putting on a fresh outfit and a bit more cologne, just in case he ran into her; he didn't want to look bad.

2 hours later at the coffee shop:

"What do you mean 'the tapes have been recorded over?' That's not possible, is it Bra? Don't they have to keep the tapes for a certain amount of days?" Trunks asked desperately.

"Only if there was some kind of accident or a robbery for evidence, but besides that they can do whatever they want with the tapes afterwards including recording over them." Bra smiled smugly at her skill of reciting the laws. It was quite wonderful being able to prove her brother wrong. It was probably his stupidity 'emanating' from himself that caused his brain to shut down. She laughed slightly before quickly covering it up with long practiced ease.

"From now on all tapes must be kept for a week before being done away with. No matter what!" Trunks yelled fiercely before stomping off out the door. "This is crap! How am I going to find her now? What can I do besides hope that I run into her again? Maybe if I came here every day and waited to see if she would come by? Do I have that much time?"

Bra snuck up behind Trunks as he pondered his next move and quickly placed her hand on his sides and began to tickle him. Trunks squirmed and giggled as he tried to free himself from her grasp. After about three minutes of straight giggling Trunks collapsed from lack of air. "Finally! It took him long enough. Now to find someone to carry him back. After all, it's not proper for a young lady to do something such as this." Bra giggled and began to scan the crowd. When a fit young man walked by she quickly walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, startling him out of his daze.

"Hmm..? Oh yes, can I help you, princess?" The man asked, giving her an interested look.

"Yes you can, sir. Could you please help me? My brother fainted and I need a bit of help carrying him back home." Bra smiled sheepishly and pretended to be weak and innocent which easily fooled the man. "Men are such idiots." She mumbled to herself as she flew quietly behind the man.

Pan paced her bedroom; she couldn't believe she'd met the prince. He probably thought she was an arrogant nobody. Which was probably true, but she didn't want him thinking that. After all he was very nice looking and handsome, not to mention rich. Not that she cared. Ha! Of course she cared.

"Ring ring!" Pan jumped as her cell phone rang. She leaped from her bed to her desk and picked it up, flipping open the cover in the process. "Hello?" Pan asked the person on the other line.

"Pan?" The man asked.

"Yeah dad? It's me." Pan replied.

"Are you doing anything today? Because if you're not then I thought maybe we could meet for dinner and catch up on some things. Maybe you could tell me about work and what not."

"Sure. That sounds good. I'm not doing anything. Is mom coming? And where would we be going so I know how to dress?" Pan questioned as she walked over to her closet and began looking at the clothes she could wear.

"That's good. Your mother can't make it. She has a meeting with a client on the east side of town. Ummmm......... try not to be too surprised, but I have reservations for two at Shanalia."

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! What to wear?" Pan screamed as she threw down the possible clothes she'd had out. "Dad, I love you! But I have to go because I'm gonna get new clothes and get my hair done. So I'll see you when?"

"6:30. I love you. See you then. Bye!" Gohan said.

"Bye daddy! I love you too!" Pan hung up the phone and threw it in her purse before running out the door with purse in hand.

Shopping:

Pan twirled in the brand new dress the woman had shown to her. It fit perfectly and was very nice looking, "Do you like it?" The sales woman asked from behind her as Pan stared at the dress in the mirror.

"Yes. How much is it?" Pan asked, already dreading the words to come from her mouth. Pan took one last look at the dress before getting ready to sulk back into the dressing room and remove the dress slowly and stare at it in all it's glory as it rested on the hanger,

"It's only 1300. Not that much of a price to pay for something that lovely, especially since it fits you so well."

Pan nodded her head. "You're right it's not that much of a price to pay, but I just don't have that kind of money. I'm sorry, it's quite a beautiful dress and I would love it..... but..."

Pan was quickly cut off by a young woman's voice. "Ma'am, that's quite a lovely dress you have there. May I see it?" Pan turned to face the woman she had seen in the mirror. She was as lovely as the mirror had shown her. Yes, she was most certainly the princess. It was funny how she just kept running into the royal family. "Yes, this dress was made for you, but you say you don't have the money? It must cost a fortune."

Pan replied, "Yes, 1300." Not that that's probably anything to you. Pan thought to herself.

"Wow! I'll pay for it. If I as stuck in a position like this I would wish for someone to help me pay for it. So I figure I should help out." Bra answered the unasked question ringing throw Pan's body.

"Th-thank you." Pan replied. She slipped back into the dressing room unnoticed as the sales woman and princess went to work out the purchasing of the dress. "I can't believe this is happening to me! Why would the princess offer to buy such an expensive dress to a complete stranger. Well, not a complete stranger because they had sort of met before, but close enough. Pan slipped back on her black slacks and red shirt before walking back out of the dressing room.

As Pan handed the dress to the sales woman Bra turned to her and questioned, "By the way, what's your name?"

"Pan Son, your majesty." Pan replied with a slight nod of her head.

"I see. Pan what is this wonderful dress for?"

"My dad's taking me out to dinner at Shangalia. So I wanted to get something nice and get my hair and such done."

Bra nodded her head. "I see." She handed the sales woman a check before turning back to Pan. "Well, why don't we go get our hair and nails done together and we can keep each other company. After all, that's why I came in."

Pan stared at the princess. "Of course I'll go with you. Where are we going to get them done at?" Thoughts ran threw Pan's head. I probably won't have the money for wherever is good enough for the princess and I don't want to make her buy me anything more. That would be rude. Of course it's not like I asked her to let me go with her or to buy me the dress so she can't really be angry because I can't pay for it. I'll just have to decline, but I just told her I would go. Oh the sticky situations I get myself into. Why is she doing this for me anyways? It doesn't make sense. Last time we met I was telling off her brother.

Pan was called back to reality as she heard the princess' melodic voice. "Oh we'd go to my private salon. It's free, don't worry. My mom pays a monthly fee to have it open for us so it's really no trouble for you to go. Are you ready?" She asked as she handed the bag to Pan.

"Yeah!" Pan exclaimed excitedly. This day was turning out great! Free dress, make over, the works. How marvelous?! Pan smiled at Bra and the strolled from the shop and into the direction of Bra's private salon.

Bra smiled. This was great! Now she could get the digs on this chick and use that to get things out of her brother. Not to mention she'd have someone to keep her company as she got her nails and hair done. This'll be the first time her brother will be happy she went to the mall. Maybe even the last? How could she live up to this one? Oh well. Bra giggled and linked arms with pan as she struck up a conversation.

A/N: Sorry this one took so long, but there's this little thing called 'Band Camp' that I'm forced to go to. Therefore most of my time is consumed by learning how to march and play the music. Not to mention it's Monday the 9th and I just finished typing this chapter, but it won't let me post it. So, sorry! Thanks for waiting and I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter and this story so far! I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and that it was long enough for the wait. Please review!

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