Give me a sign

Ages: Saiyan Years- Pan-17, Ryanna-19 almost 20, Trunks-19 almost 20, Bardock-30, Goten- 19, Bra-17

Couples: Trunks/Pan, Ryanna/Bardock, and Bra/Goten

Author's note: I'm gonna be sick to my stomach if someone threatens to kill me again! Just try and be patient people, and I will let you in on the secrets soon. SHEESH!

"Talking"

'Thinking/Bond communication'

Scene change/Flashback

Chapter 5: Pan's crush... who's the father?

Ryanna slipped out of the nursery with a faint cry from her son. She hated leaving him like that every day, but she did have her job to do. Getting into deep thought she didn't notice Pan sneaking up behind her and follow her to her room. "Ryanna," she turned to Pan a little jumpy.

"Oh, hey Pan. What's up?" Pan played with her fingers.

"Well I'm not really into dresses or anything like that, so I was kind of wondering if you could help me get ready for the party tonight." Ryanna chuckled and shook her head. Pan looked like a little girl asking her daddy for a pony.

"Sure Pan. Come on in." Pan made a smirk come on her face. Phase one was in play. Pan entered her room and looked around. The room was quite spacious. It held a larg king sized bed overstuffed with white pillows, however the bed was messily done probably because Ryanna never found the time to do her own bed and she never allowed the maids to enter when she wasn't there. There was two doors one leading to a bathroom and another bedroom which probably was the nursery where Ryanna kept Damien. "Wow, your room is even bigger than mine."

"Well I do have space to share. That little room right there is the nursery where I keep Damien and all of the gadgets Bulma gave him to play with."

"You mean toys?" Ryanna cocked an eyebrow.

"What's a toy?" Pan's eyes widened, but Ryanna just gave her a smile.

"I'm just kidding Pan." Pan smiled as well and nodded. She watched as Ryanna got out a few dresses from her closet. "I myself am not really into dressing up either. I mean I've been a fighter since I was three years old. However since the Queen is of Earth stature she had it a rule that the women would show off their 'female gifts' a she would call them and had special orders made for the elites and those who went to the parties"

Pan found this the opportune moment to get her into a chatting mood. "When did you become an Elite?" Ryanna thought for a moment.She seemed to stare off into space when she though a lot as if the one simple answer lead to a million different ones. "Well I guess it all started after my father died. My mum died when I was born, and father died when I was only nine."

"I human years or saiyan years?"

"When you get around to it Pan age doesn't matter here. To answer bluntly I don't really know." Ryanna laughed and so did Pan. "Well after he died I was adopted by the queen. My father had been a soldier there so it didn't surprise me. Anyway, I used all the training facilities there and became stronger until I was elected a body guard for the prince..."

Ryanna paused and looked down to her feet. Pan looked at her in question. Ryanna ran a hand through her shoulder length spiky hair and cleared her throat again."Anyway, I um, became an Elite a little after my son was born; when I first turned Super Saiyan." Pan nodded. Ryanna gave her a dress. It was black with gold rimming. It had a deep V cut and long sleeves that were tight up until the elbows where they flared out.

"Wow fancyness to the extreme!" Pan smiled akwardly at the dress. It as beautiful but it wans't something she was comfortable wearing.

"Go ahead and put it on." Ryanna smiled as Pan walked into the bathroom to change.In the meantime Ryanna slipped on her own dress. It was pure white, like a pearl. It was very similar to Pan's dress, except the sleeves came down her shoulders slightly exposing more skin than Pan's dress.She was in the process of putting her hair into small tiny braids when Pan came back out.

"Wow, Pan that dress suits you well." Pan blushed.

"You think so? I wanted to look my best tonight..." Pan paused and her blush deepened at what she just said. Ryanna smirked at her and pulled on her white headband to pin back her braids.

"Does little Panny have a crush on someone?" Pan pouted and crossed her arms. Ryanna laughed and patted the stool in front of her vanity mirror. Pan sighed and sat down. Taking a brush Ryanna carefully ran it through Pan's thick Raven colored hair.

"Ryanna," Pan suddenly said. "Do you think Trunks likes me?"Ryanna smiled at her and began twisting her hair into a bun.

"If I said he didn't I'd be lying to you Pan. I haven't seen Trunks look at somebody like that for a long time. He's never really been good at handling women or relationships. I think his saiyan pride gets in the way." Pan bit her lip and nodded. Ryanna finished twisting Pan's hair into an elegant bun.

"In speaking of relationships... can I ask you a question." Ryanna let out a soft sigh.

"I don't even want to ask on what you wanna question me on." Ryanna sat on the bed and drew up her knees to her chin. Pan gave her a sad look and sat next to her. She gave her a small hug and made Ryanna look at her.

"Ryanna you can't just keep the truth hidden forever. You have to tell someone."

"You don't understand Pan." She got up and began to rub her arms.Her throat tightened as she slowly let out her problem. "I want to tell everyone who the father is but I can't. It was a mistake. I don't love the father." Pan cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Were you raped?" Ryanna sucked in painfully and held back the tears.

"Not really," Pan shook her head.

"Okay now I'm really confused.You don't love the man you did it with, and yet you weren't raped, but you... GAH!" Pan held her head in confusion. Ryanna gave a small laugh and wiped a stray tear.

"It happened during mating season."

Pan stopped holding her head and looked at Ryanna. She looked at Ryanna's neck but didn't see a mark. "But you're not marked." Ryanna nodded. Pan gave a baffled look

. "I don't get you Ryanna. You're talking to me in riddles. Out of everyone I've met you seem to be the unhappiest, and yet you have everyone eating out of the palm of your hand. Just give me a straight answer... who's the father?" Ryanna looked to her and debated with herself and held Pan's hands.

"You swear not to be upset or tell anybody." Pan nodded. Ryanna sighed and turned to the door.

"Ryanna, just tell me." Giving her a hurt look Ryanna let out her secret.

"It's Trunks."

ACK DON'T KILL ME!!! Just wait please! Wait for the explanation! Review me please! I'm dead!