Um... I know that some of you might be wondering why Trunks is so out of character... well... his personality is a mixture between the Trunks we know... (sort of GT...) but he also has the personality of Mirai Trunks. It was one of the side effects from King Cold and that whole fiasco. I just wanted to clear that up a bit.

Another thing I should point out is the dashes (-). Those are used for some language that I feel shouldn't be expressed in a fic that is rated for teens. I am not sure if there are any kids under the age of 12 reading this fic, and I sure don't want to be an author who seemed to teach children filthy words. Sure, some of the language I use is more than 'mild' but I will not up my rating all because of a single curse word.

And don't you dare start with me on cursing. I have my limits for these characters and what they are to say because I don't exactly want them to be a potty mouth. Mainly because it makes them sound very uneducated. I absolutely refuse for them to say the 'f' word in every other phrase they state.

Chapter 4: Irritation

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It's so warm... and so soft. So comfortable...

Pan nuzzled her face into a clean feather pillow. Never before had she slept on something so... so... soft! Sure, she did usually rest her head on something that resembled a pillow; it was more like folded material that she would, most likely, wear the next morning. Her senses were also very strong unlike most species out in the universe.

Her nose lightly twitched as the scent of the silk pillowcase entered her nostrils. She gave a contented sigh. It smelt like... him.

Her eyes shot open, and she sprung up in the bed. And like a ton of bricks, her head began to pound. No, it felt more like her head was about to split apart! She immediately dropped herself into the bed. She brought her arms over her head and tried her best to calm down the pounding! It never seemed to end!

It was so... painful! The only analogy she could make was if she compared it to a micro-sized alien that some how got into her skull and began to destroy everything in sight! Oh, it was so painful!

How did this happen? Why did it happen! She growled in frustration as she shoved the pillow over her face. That was when she felt a palm rubbing her back in a soothing manner.

She immediately froze.

The hand seemed to stop, but it remained on her back almost like if it was supporting her.

She took the pillow off of her head and opened an eye.

She screamed almost leaping up from the bed. I honestly feel sorry for her because if there were a wall on her side of the bed, her body would have slammed up against it. But there wasn't.

She fell over the side of the bed, her back smashing against the hard tilted floor on the side of the king sized bed. Her head hit the stone, and she did curse. She cursed the same word in about five hundred different languages as she sat up rubbing her now bruised noggin. Trunks leaned over the side of the bed and he looked down at her with widened eyes.

"Are you okay, Pan?" he asked in a concerned manner as he scooted off of the bed and kneeled down to her. He helped to sit her up as her aching head began to throb even more.

"Damn it Trunks..." She looked up to him, and the pain from her head seemed to vanish as she looked into his crystal blue eyes. And in lowering her gaze her eyes widened, and she screamed as she scooted as far back and fast as she could. Her breathing labored quickly as she looked down to what she might have been wearing. The female's face paled.

She was only dressed in an over sized tunic, which obviously belonged to the hybrid saiyan prince. She felt her chest, and her face became paler. She lifted the shirt and looked down.

She screamed once more.

Trunks calmly walked to her and grabbed her shoulders gently. "Pan." Her hands were covering her ears, and her head was shaking from side to side.

"No, you couldn't have... you shouldn't have..." she muttered numerous times.

Trunks shook her as he grabbed her shoulders. "Pan! Listen to me!"

"Father is going to kill me... he's going to kill me..."

"PAN!"

She snapped out of this denial. Her eyes widened as she stared into his eyes terrified. He looked into her eyes calmly and with as much gentleness as possible. "Pan. Nothing happened with... us... last night." The hybrid saiyan had to almost choke that last part out.

Her eyes were still staring at him as a young child caught stealing out of a cookie jar.

He gave a small sigh and released her arms. "Nothing happened," he reassured her as he stood up from his place at the floor.

She continued to stare at him till her eyes darkened and she stood up with a snarl plastered on her face. "How do I know you're telling the truth! For all I know, you could have knocked me out, and taken advantage of me as soon as you came to this room! You lying FIEND!" She bolted up and crossed her arms in a protective manner.

Trunks face became a bright red as his eyes grew a few sizes wider. Sure, he was about twice her age... but he felt like an innocent teen that was just given 'the talk'. It was like... as if this girl was his first crush. Um... it sort of was.

"Me? A lying fiend?" he scoffed. "I haven't been able to lie if my life depended on it!" That... in itself was a lie... very ironic in his choice of words. "And as I stated to you a few moments before, I didn't take advantage of you... or of anything in that category."

Her glare deepened just a bit more. "Then why don't I remember anything? Why is my body so... so... achy?"

Trunks ran a hand thru his long locks of lavender hair. "It must have been that alcohol you drank."

Her anger seemed to leave, and it was replaced with paranoia. "What...?"

"You drank an alcoholic beverage instead of punch. The two looked very much alike." He shrugged his shoulders. "You drank so much to the point where you passed out."

"Then why am I HERE! Don't I have my own room in your apartments!" she exclaimed balling up her fists.

He rubbed the back of her neck. "One of the emperor's advisors suggested that you rest in my room incase anything went wrong." He raised a mocking eyebrow, "You DID consume quite a bit of alcohol."

She rolled her eyes, "Why do you have to tell me that fact about... twenty times! I get it already! I drank the wrong drink! I became drunk!" The female rubbed her aching head. "But why did I find myself in YOUR bed! Of all places!"

"Simple," stated back Trunks as he turned his back on her, "I knew you would like to sleep on something more comfortable than a rock surface."

She snorted, "It's not like I haven't slept on a rocky floor before."

He paused in his stride to his closet. He turned around to face her once more. "What do you mean by that?"

"Did you hear me stutter?" she questioned in a smart alack style. "Or are you just too stupid to understand what I'm saying."

She immediately gasped and slapped her hands over her mouth. 'Did I just say that out loud!' The look on Trunks' face was almost priceless... except for the fact that the question put a dent in his pride. She almost winced when she noticed him close his gaping mouth and sneer at her.

Oh well... it wasn't like he was her long lost lover or something. She shouldn't have 'relied' on any one in this ship. Trunks was a nice guy; she had to admit that... but sometimes things were too good to be true. She leaped from her current position and noticed the front door. She dashed to it and ripped the handle off along with the door from its hinges.

Her eyes widened when she noticed another solid door blocking her way. This was her first encounter with double dooring. She noticed a chuckle from behind and she slowly turned her head around. Pan's eyes became wider as she stared at the saiyan prince, who just seemed to stalk her as if she were a new prey.

"What do you think? It's something my father came up with along with the emperor," stated Trunks as he stopped his stride only inches away from Pan's current position. She continued to stare up at him in horror.

Now... you might be thinking... why in the world is little bad ass Pan scared? You might be thinking, 'Shouldn't she just kick his sorry butt all the way to Uranus?' Well... she DID want to do that, her brain was telling her to do that, but her body remained in its current position, frozen.

Trunks looked down to her, "You shouldn't just to conclusions, Pan. Make sure to get your facts right or you could be in some serious crap." He placed his hand to the side of her face, "Trust me, I've been in those situations, and I most likely have seen many more days than you, Miss Pan."

He took his hand away from her face and smirked down to her, as her eyes remained wide in fright. The saiyan lightly chuckled. "You are something else Panny." He turned around in his stride and began to walk over to a different room. "Oh, by the way," shouted the prince as he continued to walk to the other side of the room, "My sister brought in some clothes for you to wear; they're sitting on the table."

And at that stated, the hybrid saiyan prince walked out of the room completely disappearing from sight.

Pan finally found her breath, and she began to breath once more. What was this... guy doing this to her? 'What is wrong with you, Pan?' she asked herself as she shook her head rubbing the bridge of her nose.

Her life was messed up enough with out all this confusion.

Turning her head to the right, she noticed the table. Sure enough, there was a brown paper bag. Most likely there was some clothing in it.

Looking to the room Trunks disappear in, she smirked when it looked like he wouldn't be coming out soon. 'Perfect.' That gave her the chance to dash over to the table and to the bag. Hopefully she would be getting something that was like her old set of clothing. Maybe it would be a leather outfit... or maybe a pants and shirt set colored in dark burgundy.

She grabbed the bag, and opened it up.

Everyone in the space station could hear an ear-piercing scream that echoed from the room of the hybrid, saiyan prince.

Workers and warriors in the space station surrounding the area couldn't help but turn their heads towards Prince Trunks' chambers. That was something the citizens of the ship NEVER seen or heard of before. There were a few poundings on the wall followed with some very loud cursing. She began to shout in different languages, ones that might have been a random warriors' native language. They could only cringe their faces and painfully walk away.

Many whispers were going around the room, and many continued to stare at the walls and the front door, which was covered with a saiyan-proof sliding door. It was very unfortunate for the person trying to escape. It might have not been to their knowledge, at the time, that this room was seal shut.

Gohan, currently walking down the halls with the results of Pan's DNA, he couldn't help but gently smile at the results he had. He wanted to cry out in joy. He wanted to shed tears of happiness... The emperor wanted to do something... he just had some much energy! And anyone around would have noticed the spring in his step. Their ruler was in a really, REALLY good mood!

But as soon as Gohan walked before Vegeta's son's door, he heard a loud, and I mean LOUD, thump before everything seemed to become quiet. But he did seem to pick up the words of a female cursing in Kutishua.

Placing his hand over a painted cover wall, some beeping was noticed as well as a flashing light showing thru the white paint of the walls. It was a disguised hand pad. Gohan, obviously, had all access to the rooms in this ship.

Looking in the room, Gohan couldn't help but notice the smashed up wood from the door lying on the ground. The wood was in many splinters; it looked almost like it was easily torn apart...

"Um... Trunks?" questioned the emperor as he walked into the dim room. He looked around in the area. "Trunks...? Pan...?" His gaze continued to scan the room for either one of the beings of saiyan blood. There seemed to be no such luck. "Where in the universe... can they be-"

Gohan felt a hand grab onto his arm tightly, then a body fling to his behind. Gohan snapped his head around, and couldn't help but blink as Pan clung to him as if he were her only life support. And the clicking of heals were heard. The emperor turned his head towards the new person who entered the room. Trunks was standing there fuming.

"Sir, she was trying to escape-"

"Escape!" shouted Pan from behind the emperor, "I wanted to go out for a bite to eat! And then you had to have me locked into this room with that damn door! That ------ door kept me from going out to get some ------- food!"

The hybrid saiyan prince stood there with a look of amazement in his eyes as he stared at her; never before had he heard her shout at him while using that language! Same with the emperor, he looked down to her and his mouth seemed to drop just a bit more as he stared at his daughter.

Sure, she was of his blood... that's what this testing stated. The papers were in his palms! Gohan had to do all he could to keep her on this ship, come hell or high water! The trick was to keep her on to the point where wouldn't suspect anything and not WANT to leave. Trunks was having a negative effect on her at this time... she might not want to remain on this ship.

Trunks scoffed, "Excuse me!" his words were dribbling with sarcasm, a very thick sarcasm. "But what made you decide to wake up and make yourself empress of this ship! Or how about this, think that you were a princess? Huh? What told you that? Because I just think you have your head shoved up you're a-"

"Yeah, sure," replied the female as her features became calm once more. But she was obviously preparing herself for a bigger battle... a big verbal battle. There was one thing she was good at, and that was finishing arguments with the opponent caught like a deer in headlights. But... she obviously had some work on this argument.

"I honestly think you have never had a woman come up to you who has proved to be stronger physically AND mentally! You must have the IQ of a Galactic Slug!" stated back Pan.

Ouch.

But that only added fuel to the growing fire.

"Is that so?" questioned Trunks as he took a step closer to her, "How could I, a saiyan warrior trained by the prince of my race AND the emperor of this galaxy, be weaker than a mere female as you. All you are is skin and bones." Grabbing one of her arms, Trunks squeezed them tightly as if to prove his point at how fragile they actually were. "I could easily destroy you."

She snorted up to him as she jerked her arm away from his grip. "The emperor? Oh, how 'impressive'," she laughed mockingly. "If my father gave the word, my father and I could EASILY team up to make sure of his demise! I seriously doubt that your family could even reach his level in the first stage."

Trunks stopped his arguing the moment she stated those words. It was as if she stated something very vile... and something lethal to her survival. It might have been her last word... that is IF she wasn't the daughter of Gohan.

Both men were completely shocked at this answer she gave both. That was the reaction she wanted from both men. Pan just didn't know what she had just done; she dug herself into a hole that she couldn't get out of. "Is that so, Pan?" questioned Gohan as he looked down to the pre-adult.

She looked up to her unknown father, and smirked evilly, "Of course it is." She flipped her now short locks of hair behind her head. "My father taught me well; he even thought me the technique of Instant Transmission." She placed two fingers to her forehead after stepping away from the two and used her other hand waving. "Adios!"

She vanished.

She just didn't realize that she brought someone along with her.

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Bulma walked onto the space station with her white lab coat covering her shoulders. Now, she had to wear thick-rimmed glasses, never before did she have horrible vision, and she was grateful for small inventions. She didn't want to wear contacts; the scientist had a set thought in her mind that she would put in a set of contacts and completely ruin her eyes with some dangerous stuff that were put on them while in packaging.

She had some strange thoughts... but who could blame THE Bulma Briefs? She was famous; she was a well-known scientist all around the universe! Many of the aliens around the universe purchased her inventions, but she made sure to only put things on the market that were to help the people of the planet and not just a certain group to help conquer another.

Sipping on her usual cup of hot coffee, she stifled back a yawn. She just woke up, and she was very tired. Bulma still needed to check up on her sun with a few things and issues that were questionable. Not only was she a supplier of inventions to other species, but she also acted as an under cover agent to confirm the peace in the planets. A planet she recently visited seemed a bit iffy when she noticed some violence between two teenagers. Everyone just watched the two beat the snot out of each other, but they didn't take into consideration to help. They might have been too fearful to help in a case as this!

Bulma couldn't help but wince when she stepped on her left foot a bit too hard. She tried her hardest to hide the limp she had; she sprained her ankle trying to break up the fight. When the people of the city realized that the kids 'attacked' Bulma, the famed scientist, they seemed to snap out of the trace and break up the brawl before anyone else became harmed.

She shook her head bringing the coffee cup to her lips once more.

Pan appeared only mere inches before Bulma. That alone brought a chain reaction of scaring the scientist. She screamed loudly and her cup jolted emptying it of its hot liquid. The brown coffee spilled all over her clean white lab coat and soaked to the clothes under her jacket.

Just peachy.

Now, Bulma screamed loudly; not because of her stained clothes but because of the scalding beverage she was once sipping on.

Pan stood there blinking for a moment until she noticed the scientist stripping of the clothing. The burning liquid was going to be doing some damage to her skin, and hopefully it wouldn't be that bad of a burn if the clothing could be removed as soon as possible.

Finally Bulma was able to remove the stained shirt that continued to steam as it was carelessly tossed to the floor. Only clad in a bra, the woman looked down to the shirt before she shook her head glancing over her now empty cup.

Pan bit her lip as she began to sneak away from the area, and she hoped to reach a ship (maybe her own) and leave this place for good! But as all hope was building, they had to be torn down when she felt a hand tightly grip her shoulder. In whirling around, her eyes widened. It couldn't be possible! No! Not now!

Gohan kept his tight grip on her shoulder as he sternly looked to her. Locking her eyes into his charcoal black eyes, she lightly frowned before trying to push her arm away from his grip. It wasn't exactly working. She seemed to have forgotten the tight grip he once held and that power that he possessed. It was almost like he was a god.

He was mortal, however. Gohan would never be the status of a god, but he was that one person who was blessed to rule over all. Pan didn't want to acknowledge the fact that he was chosen because of his pure heart. It was anguish, she couldn't' deny that, but it was still pure.

"Why... did you follow me?" questioned the female as she looked into her father's eyes. "Why must you be this way? And how did yo-"

Gohan placed two fingers on her lips to shush her. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she waited for the emperor to speak once more.

"You must remain with me, that is if you wish to remain safe," warned the hybrid saiyan to his daughter. "I know Trunks is very angry with you, and for reason's I am unaware of. You must understand though that we wish for you to remain here though."

Pan shook her head trying to yank away from Gohan's tight hold. "But I must return to father! He must be worried! I can't remain here!" exclaimed the unknown daughter of the emperor. She was on the verge of pleading. She desperately wanted to leave this space station. For one, it wasn't home. It was way too protected, and many people lived here. One could say she was alien-phobic, or people-phobic for that matter.

The only thing she wished for was to return home.

"I'm sorry Pan, but I do wish to continue your training to become a stronger warrior. You did wish for me to teach you the secret behind transforming into the 'Golden Warrior'."

Pan's eyes darkened at the sound of those two words. Gold Warrior. She inwardly harrumphed. What a joke. She could NEVER reach that transformation if her life depended on it! She could never...

"It turns out that you can reach this level of saiyan, that is with rigorous training," explained Gohan as he continued to gaze down at her.

Those words made the female tense up. It couldn't be... "But don't you have to be one of saiyan blood?" questioned the girl almost with thick sarcasm dripping from her every word. She sternly looked into his eyes. But all she noticed in them were compassion and joy.

The emperor nodded as he released Pan's shoulder.

"Yes."

And the moment became silent between the two. What Pan didn't realize was an almost micro sized metal device that clamped onto her flesh. It slowly dug its way into her fleshy tissue. She wasn't aware of the device and she didn't know that this thing would prevent her from running, or in her case, teleporting to her home.

Forever she would have to remain on this ship.

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Three days.

There was no word from her.

She had the fastest ship in the South Quadrant.

It was the newest model!

Why did she not reply back?

Kooler continued to pace around his living quarter as a wild caged animal. "I gave her specific orders. She must be there by now... it would only take a day at the most to arrive at that ship in hyper speed!" The ice-jin's teeth were gritted even tighter as he stomped one foot on the floor breaking the cement ground.

He screamed out as his pale lizard like body began to shine in a brilliant purple hue. He never showed his true power when around his 'daughter'. He wanted to protect her by all means necessary! She was all he had. Pan, she was his heir.

No.

Pan was a descendant of the enemy.

How did he come to becoming her over protective father?

He hated Gohan, her real father, with a passion!

But...

He loved Pan with all his heart.

Kooler would never admit to that fact.

"I'll be damned if Pan finds out the truth."

With one more cry, the ice-jn's energy level skyrocketed cracking the shell of his fourth transformation. Beams of violet light glowed from the cracks and became brighter when the energy flow became greater. His shell began chipping of pieces, small and large chunks were breaking... that was until he screamed in agony once more.

And his old skin shattered into a million pieces.

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I had this in my computer for some time. I should have completed it sooner. But... school got in the way. I think I'll be living at school for the next two or three weeks... until I go off to band competition. 15 Hour Bus trip! And I just KNOW I'll have much inspiration when I come back. Stories to tell... and fic to write! I'm kind of expecting to complete my sketchbook, three books I've started, and finish out maybe two journals (mainly to write fanfics and the ideas).

Please, tell me what you think of this chapter! I need feedback to know in what direction to go. If you could, please make some more effort than telling me to review soon. If you like it, tell me what you like about it. Or if there's something strange and you want to inform me, TELL ME! Suggestions are always welcome! I'm still iffy on what to write for this middle part... but I do know what to write for the last two chapters already. Oo; Scary...

Thanks for reading thus far!

Takuma