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A/N: Sorry I left you all at such an evil cliffy last time:D I hope you all liked the part though. :D

ATTN: Hey everyone! I went back and reread the beginning parts of my story and found some real bad mistakes that don't match up with later parts of the story. Also now that I know definitely what I want to do with the story, I need to change some things. With this new chapter I am posting the rewritten Part I. :D Will you guys please check it out and tell me what you think, and whether or not I should continue to rewrite the other parts? It would be much appreciated. :D

Trupan: -Grins- Ye shall see.

Erica: -Grins and winks- I think you are on the same brain wave as I am. -Shifty look-

kittie: I'm glad you like it that much. -Smiles- I like writing this story and am having a lot of fun with it. If you look back I'll have rewrote and reposted the first part with this new part because there were some problems with it. Plz tell me what you think of it. :)

Trunksmybaby: lolz More exciting? Are ye saying these ones aren't? -Joking- Hee hee. I'm glad you are enjoying this story. Thanks for your review, it made my day. :)

And with that I give you part VI. :D I hope you all enjoy it.

Part VI
He rode up the long drive that led him up to the gate towards the large mansion in the distance. On either side of the drive were large oak trees shading it with their long, leafy limbs. It was just after noon and he was returning from a five day stay in the village. He was eager to return home to his wife and daughter. Once he was within sight the grounds keeper opened the huge metal gates for him so that he could pass through. His beady black eyes took in his home and he sighed with relief that he had finally returned. His short black hair waved in the wind created by his horse. He was wearing clothes that of a noble man, a brown traveling cloak, and knee high riding boots. He slid off his horse in front of the door, a stable boy taking the horse to the stables to be put up and fed. Another servant opened the door for him when he approached and he entered the mansion. He glanced around, his eye catching another servant heading down a hallway.

"Have you seen my daughter lately?" he asked her. She stopped to acknowledge his presence before answering.

"Aye, my lord. She went off down towards the river abou' an 'our ago. Said she'd be back for lunch," she answered. He nodded to her.

"Thank you. Could you tell the missus I've gone down to the river to see Marron?" he asked her. The servant nodded.

"Aye, my lord. I'll go to 'er righ' now," she answered, heading off down another hall. Krillin turned to head back outside and to the stables. He retrieved another horse and headed for the river. He had something for his daughter and he couldn't wait to give it to her. So he sought her out.

Marron was riding her horse along the river's banks, taking in the scenery. She loved the trickling the water made and the beautiful trees. She couldn't resist a ride down by the water before lunch. She looked out across the water about the same time she heard her father call her name. There was something floating in the water and it seemed rather odd to her.

"Down here, father!" she called back to him, still trying to figure out what was in the water. She slid off of her horse and took her shoes off so she could get a better look. Suddenly she realized that someone was in the water and they weren't moving. She began frantically taking off her yellow dress, down to her undergarments.

"Marron, what are you doing?" her father called.

"There is someone in the water! And they aren't moving!" she yelled over her shoulder, pulling herself free of her dress. Without a second thought she plunged into the freezing water and swam out to the figure in the water.

Krillin watched his daughter dive into the water and looked himself for what she had yelled about. There indeed was someone in the water and like she had said, they weren't moving. He shifted in a way to let his horse know he wanted to go faster.

"Be careful, Marron!" he yelled after her. By the time he made it to where her horse was she was almost there. She could tell as she got closer that the person was a man. He was floating face down in the water and there was blood. When she made it to him, she flipped him onto his back and swam back to shore with him, making sure to keep his head above water. After a moment of struggling with his weight she tugged at the straps and buckles holding his armor on, letting the black pieces fall into the water. Krillin was already getting off his horse to help her bring the man onto shore. They dragged him up onto the bank a safe distance from the water before actually getting a good look at him. Marron pushed back her blonde hair and looked down at him.

"Oh, my God," she gasped, her face turning white.

"What is it?" Krillin asked, looking to see what Marron saw.

"Trunks… But, father, the prince is dead!" Marron looked at her father with wide eyes. Krillin knelt down beside of the prince slowly, moving his hand to his neck to seek a pulse.

"He has a pulse. Why would they pronounce him dead for?" Krillin wondered aloud. Marron snapped out of her shock for a moment when her father mentioned Trunks having a pulse. She bent over him, putting her hand under his nose.

"He's not breathing!" she cried, moving into position to begin CPR.

"What on earth are you doing?" Krillin asked her as she breathed into Trunks' mouth and then pumped at his chest.

"Agatha taught me how to do this. It will help get him breathing again," she said, continuing her movements. (A/N: Nope, didn't make Marron an airhead this time.) After a moment Trunks began to cough up water. Marron quickly turned him onto his side so he didn't choke. He groaned when she gently laid him back on his back. The white cotton shirt he had been wearing under the armor was stained with his blood. There was a circular wound in his shoulder and a slash across his chest. Slowly he opened his eyes for a brief moment before they rolled into the back of his head.

"We need to get him back to the mansion. He can answer our questions later," Krillin said. Marron nodded, helping her father get the prince up onto his horse.

"I have a bad feeling, father. Cover his head with your riding cloak. The whole country thinks that their prince is dead. What would our servants think if they saw him now?" Marron suggested. Krillin nodded.

"You're right. We must get him into a warm bed. That water is as cold as death. Come quickly before you catch cold," he said, pulling his cloak off and wrapping it around the prince, pulling the hood up over his head to conceal his face. Marron nodded, going back to her dress and pulling it on over her wet undergarments. Her father turned his horse towards home as she finished putting her dress back on and climbed back onto her horse. She followed close behind him. When they got back to their home Krillin called to the servants.

"Go fetch Agatha this moment. We need her help," he ordered. Several servants rushed to go find the head maid. Marron got down off her horse with help from a stable boy and she moved quickly to her father's side. She helped him down and then helped him carry the prince into the mansion. A moment later Agatha along with Eighteen came practically running down the hallway towards them. Agatha was an older woman with long white hair and grey eyes. She was the most knowledgeable when it came to taking care of the sick or the wounded.

"We found him in the river. He's wounded and he's cold," Marron told Agatha.

"Come, we must bring him to one of the bedrooms and get him out of those wet clothes. Marron, go with your mother so you can change out of your own wet clothes. You may come to see him once you are changed and your hair dried. We don't want you catching cold, my dear," she said. Marron nodded, going off to her room with her mother. Marron quickly discarded her wet clothes and changed into the first thing she grabbed, which happened to be a pair of warm, black leggings, a yellow, long sleeved tunic and a pair of slippers. Her mother grabbed her a robe to put on as she dried her hair.

"What is the rush, Marron?" her mother asked. Marron turned to look at her mother.

"I can't tell you here. You'll see once we get back to Agatha and father," she answered. Her mother raised an eyebrow as Marron took off.

After the shock of finding out the prince was alive, Marron, her parents and Agatha decided it was a secret best kept to themselves. After his body temperature had risen back to a safe level, Trunks had fallen into a feverish state for several days. Marron visited him often, Agatha usually fussing over the prince. One afternoon Marron came in to visit, Agatha smiling at her as she let her in the door.

"Hello, my dear. His fever has gone down considerably. I've just changed his bandages. They are looking better themselves; no sign of infection," she said.

"Thank you, Agatha. I wish he would wake soon. I would like to ask him what happened," Marron replied.

"As would I. It is very strange indeed," Agatha said. Marron sat down in a chair by Trunks' bedside.

"I'm just glad to have him back," she said, watching the prince. Agatha nodded, smiling softly. Marron frowned for a moment for it seemed that Trunks was having a bad dream. He was twitching oddly and his face was twisted into a frown. She wanted to wake him, but didn't know if that was something she should do or not.

"No.. Don't touch her…" he mumbled. Marron raised an eyebrow, reaching out to touch him.

Even in his dreams Donovan haunted him. This time he wasn't attacking Vegeta, he was attacking Pan. Trunks was watching helplessly nearby. His body lay broken on the ground and no matter how much he tried, he couldn't move. His voice was all that worked, but that didn't stop Donovan. He just kept attacking her, killing her. Trunks was shouting at him now. Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he tried to sit up, but something was holding him down. He looked up to find Marron bent over him, pushing him back to the bed.

"You mustn't get up. You are hurt," she said. Trunks stared at her.

"Marron? But how? Where is Pan? Is she okay?" he asked. Marron looked at him oddly.

"Pan? Who is Pan? What's happened to you?" she asked. Trunks closed his eyes, running his hand over his face. Slowly he told her his story, both her and Agatha listening intently.

"A friend of your family you say?" Agatha asked. Trunks nodded.

"Yes, and she is in danger. If I'm here Donovan won. There is no telling what he could be doing to her family or my sister," he said. He tried to get up again, but Marron wouldn't let him.

"We still can't let you go. You are wounded and people would see you, my lord," Agatha stated.

"I've been poisoned twice, thrown from a horse and thrown from a cliff. I think I can survive this," he said.

"Aye, you will live, but not for long if you keep this up. You need your rest, your highness," Agatha replied.

"I need to see if she is alright," he said. Marron flinched at that statement. Trunks looked at her.

"You said you needed to see if she is alright, not they," she said softly.

"Marron, you've got to understand. It would be my fault if anything happened to her. Donovan is my problem. He could kill her for the hell of it. I can't lay here knowing that something happened to her and it was my fault," he said. She looked at him.

"I'm supposed to protect my people and my friends. She is my friend. I would have died a long time ago if she hadn't of saved me from the tower," he explained. Marron nodded slightly. He closed his eyes again.

"I can't stay here. I have to go," he said, sitting up against Marron's hands. "You can't stop me and you know that." Marron dropped her hands. Trunks stood shakily to his feet. He was now clad in a fresh white cotton shirt and black pants. He feet were bare. Nearby were his boots. He walked to them slowly, pulling the boots onto his feet. He walked to the closet to see if there was anything he could use in it. He found a green colored cloak that was just the right size and pulled it on.

"I'll be back this time. I promise, but I must go to them," he told Marron, pulling up the hood. He walked out of the door and down the hall. Marron looked after him.

"He is not well, Marron. He needs to rest, but he's stubborn too. He's right, we can't stop him, but that doesn't mean we can't follow him," Agatha said. Marron looked back at her. Agatha was holding a similar cloak in her hands that Trunks had taken with him. Marron nodded, standing and walking to her, putting the cloak on. "Be careful, my dear."

"I will, Agatha," Marron replied, pulling up her own hood and following after the prince.

Several days after she had stumbled home, Pan woke up in bed. When she tried to sit up the pain in her back screamed for her to lay back down. Her face twisted with the pain, she relented to it and laid still. She lay there staring at the ceiling for a while trying to remember why she hurt so bad to begin with.

What in the seven hells happened to me? She thought, looking down at her wrist where a white ribbon was tied. She searched her memory banks until it hit her. When she came upon the memory she took in a sharp breath as she closed her eyes tightly against the tears welling up. Bad move on her part. Behind her eye lids it played like a movie. Over and over she saw Alexander fly from Donovan's shoulder to pierce Trunks' chest, knocking him over the edge of the cliff in slow motion she watched as he disappeared.

Bra, who was sitting at her bedside, watched as a single tear squeezed past Pan's closed eyelids and slid down her face. She herself had been crying shortly before she had gone into Pan's room to watch over her. She understood that Pan was just now remembering and that she should be alone for the time being as she mourned Trunks' loss. Pan brought her hands to her face, rubbing away the tear before opening her eyes again. She turned her head to the side to find Bra sitting there.

"How long have you been here?" she asked softly.

"Only a short while," Bra answered. She was dressed in a simple black dress and her eyes were slightly puffy from crying. Tears welled up in Pan's eyes again.

"Oh, Bra. I'm so sorry. If only I tried harder or figured out what Donovan was going to do sooner. I could have saved him," she said. Bra looked at her.

"Don't you blame this on yourself, Pan. Trunks knew what was going to happen. He knew that he might die. It's not your fault at all. He's a lot like my father. He wouldn't have let you help anyway," she said. Pan nodded slightly.

"He told me," she said softly. Bra nodded.

"You need your rest, Pan. You still have quite a bit to go before you are fully recovered," she said, standing. When she left the room Pan laid staring at the ceiling for a while before she finally fell back to sleep.

It took a while, but finally Pan's back was healed along with her other cuts and bruises. She was cleaning the dishes one day after lunch when she discovered that the cuts she had suffered to her hands from picking up Trunks' bare broken sword blade had remained as scars on her fingers. She sighed heavily, putting the dish down that she had been cleaning, knowing there was one wound that still had not healed. She studied the scars for a while before she came to a decision. She quickly finished the rest of the dishes and went in search of her mother. When Pan found her, she was in the garden with Chi Chi. Pan approached them, waiting for a break in their conversation.

"Mother?" she said, once one did come, to get Videl's attention. Videl looked up at her daughter, wiping the sweat on her forehead away with her arm.

"Yes, Pan?" she answered.

"I was wondering, what did you do with…," she swallowed hard around the lump in her throat as she fought off her tears. " With the prince's sword?" Her mother watched her a moment before answering.

"Princess Bra has it. I gave it to her soon after I took it from you. Why do you ask?" she answered.

"I made a promise… and I want to fulfill that promise by using his sword to do it. I want to ride into town in the next couple of days and bring it to Mr. Lee. I want to see if he can fix it for me," she answered softly. Videl nodded as Chi Chi watched her granddaughter as well.

"I'm sure if you tell Bra that she will give it to you," she replied just as softly. Pan nodded, thanking her mother as she returned to the cottage. She found Bra in her Uncle's room. It was furnished with a simple single bed, a worn brown rug, a wooden chest of drawers about waist high on Pan, a chair, and a shelf. On the shelf were several little trinkets that Goten held dear to himself that hung over the head of his bed. The bed was tucked in the upper most left corner of the room, the rug laying on the side where one's feet would meet the wooden floor. The chest of drawers was about two feet from the bed against the left wall, and the chair was near the right side of the room where the only window was. On the chest of drawers lay the item that Pan had come to request for, the hilt laying above the rest of the blade. On the two pieces lay a single red rose, most likely cut from Videl and Chi Chi's garden. It was a simple broadsword, no marks on it to indicate whose sword it was. Goten was not in the room, but Bra was sitting in the lone chair by the window. She was looking out into the garden where Pan had just come from. Bra looked away from the window and at Pan with a sad smile on her face.

"Hello, Pan. What can I do for you?" she asked. Pan bowed her head.

"I came to ask you if I could have his highness' sword. I wish to bring it to the smith to see if it can be repaired. From there I wish to carry it as my own so that I may finish what he could not," she answered almost inaudibly. Bra watched her for a moment before she rose to her feet. She smiled at Pan knowingly. She walked from the chair to the chest, moving the rose to the side before wrapping the broken sword in a piece of white linen. She walked over to Pan with the bundle, presenting it to her. Pan looked up at Bra.

"Are you sure I can have it?" she asked. Bra nodded, still holding it out.

"Take it, I'm sure that there is more reason behind your request than just your own wishes," she answered. Pan bowed her head once more.

"Thank you, Bra," she replied, accepting the bundle. She took it carefully in her hands, looking at Bra once more before she left the room and headed for her own. She laid the sword on her bed as she got some things together. She decided that she wanted to leave tomorrow morning as soon as possible. She planned on training as soon as she returned home. She turned to her dresser to grab a change of clothes when she spotted her ring. It had been take off her hand so that it could be cleaned along with the cuts on her hands. She looked at it a moment before picking it up. She sighed softly, closing her eyes.

"So, might I ask, if you don't mind, where you got that ring?" Trunks asked, curious. Pan looked at her hand and then at him.

"Why do you want to know?" she asked. Trunks shrugged.

"I don't know. It just looks like something I've seen before. Maybe when I went into town sometime?" the last part more to himself than to Pan. She grinned at him.

"It's a secret," she said, grinning.

"Hey, I told you something that was personal," he huffed.

"Maybe I'll tell you one day," she said.

"Sorry, Trunks…. It's looks like you'll never know the story behind this ring," she said to the air around her, a tear escaping down her cheek as she slipped the ring onto her right ring finger. She stood there a moment longer before pulling some clothes out of her dresser and putting them on the bed with his sword. She pulled her katana out from under her bed to bring with her, just in case, until she got his repaired. She went about her room getting things ready for the next day, putting everything in a plain brown saddle sack.

The rest of the family had been informed of Pan's plans later that evening after dinner. Of course, Gohan argued about it, but eventually was subdued by everyone else. Nothing was going to change Pan's mind about her decision, even he knew that. Deep down in his heart he knew that she believe it was the right thing to do, but he also knew it was dangerous. Everyone went to bed that night, knowing that Pan was leaving at the break of dawn.

When Pan woke up early the next morning she got dressed in her riding clothes and went down stairs to prepare some breakfast for herself and to gather some food. It would be about a days ride to the village so she needed to get enough food ready. When she entered the kitchen she found her grandmother already at work cooking something for her.

"Grandmother, you didn't have to do this. I could have made something myself," she said, surprised. Chi Chi turned to her granddaughter and smiled.

"Nonsense, Pan. Either way I always wake up this early. It's no bother to me. Now just sit down. I have already prepared everything you need," she said. Pan did as her grandmother said and sat at her usual place at the table. Soon after, her grandmother joined her and they both ate in silence for a time.

"This journey, it means a lot to you, doesn't it, Pan?" Chi Chi asked after while. Pan looked up at her grandmother.

"I made him a promise the day Donovan came. I also swore that I would kill Donovan myself when he killed Trunks so that the queen and princess would be set free of him," she answered. Chi Chi nodded, watching Pan.

"You're grandfather would be so proud of you," she replied.

"You think so, Grandmother?" Pan asked, looking at Chi Chi. She smiled, nodding.

"I know so, Pan," she answered. Pan smiled, finishing her breakfast. She stood, about to bring her dishes to the sink when Chi Chi stopped her. "I'll take care of the dishes. You go ahead. The food and water you will need are in that bag on the counter." Pan nodded, thanking her grandmother and took the bag. She headed up to her room to grab her other bag, putting the smaller one inside of it. She grabbed a brown hooded cloak from her dresser and headed out to the stables. She got Tara ready, tying the saddle bag securely to her saddle before putting her cloak on and pulling the hood up. She led Tara out of the stables and to the road before getting up into the saddle. She took off down the road at a medium pace as Chi Chi watched her from the front steps.

Pan stopped every now and then for a water break or to eat and feed Tara. She planned on stopping for the night on the edge of the village before she would head for her destination. She didn't have the money to stay the night at the local inn, only enough to pay the smith and to get more food for the trip home. It was nearing darkness when she finally saw the lights from the village houses in the distance. She stopped in a clearing just before hitting the village, tethering Tara to a tree for the night. She built up a small fire, eating half of what was left of her food stores, feeding Tara out of a bag of oats she had brought along as well. She stared into the fire for a while after eating before she finally went to bed. Even then she stared up at the night's sky for a while before sleep over came her.

She woke early the next morning and got ready to leave. She ate the rest of her food for breakfast. The fire had burned itself out during the night so there was little work there to do. She re-saddled Tara, tying the bag back to the saddle and rode into the village. She looked around for a little while, knowing it was too early for anything to have opened yet before heading towards the smith. When she arrived there was no other customers there. She secretly thanked whomever was listening because she'd rather be alone with the repair. She tied Tara up at the front of the smith, taking down the saddle bag. She patted Tara's nose.

"I'll be back in just a little while," she said as she turned and entered the shop. She found Lee inside building up the heat needed to work on whatever he did in his free time. He was an old friend of her father's and like family to her. She enjoyed talking to him. He was the one who had made her sword special just for her, which rested at her left hip. He was a talk, bulky man with long dark hair he always had pulled back in a pony tail and stormy grey eyes. His face was kind, smile lines gracing the corners of his mouth and eyes. He always treated her as an equal and not someone of lesser stature than himself. That's another reason why she liked him so much.

"Mr. Lee? Are you busy, sir?" she called out to him. He turned around to see who was speaking to him. He was wearing a thick apron and gloves to protect him from any stray coals and some eye gear to protect eyes. He moved the goggles to the top of his head to get a good look at her.

"Miss Son? Is that you, young lady?" he asked. She nodded, smiling at him. He grinned standing up to greet her with a hug. "How long has it been? I haven't seen you around much!"

"Yes, I was kept away by something unpredictable and couldn't get out of or I would have come to see you, Mr. Lee," she answered. He nodded watching her.

"Now, have you only come to talk or do you have anything that you need me to do?" he asked her, looking at her bag.

"Ah, yes. This," she knelt down on the ground, opening the bag. She pulled out the sword wrapped in the linen cloth and rested it on her legs. She unwrapped it carefully, revealing to him the two pieces of the sword. "I was wondering if there was anyway you could fix this for me."

"Let me see. This isn't your sword, nor your father's or uncle's. Who's is it?" he asked, picking up the hilt. He looked at where the blade had broken about eight inches from the hilt and then looked at the rest of the blade.

"It was a friend of mine's sword," she answered. He smiled at her.

"I'll see what I can do, but how, may I ask, did it break like this?" he asked. She lowered her eyes.

"A couple of weeks ago my friend was killed. The man who killed him broke the sword while my friend was trying to defend himself. I wished to have his sword repaired so I could carry on his memory. I also swore that I would find this man and punish him for what he has done, so that my friend's soul can rest and so that his mother and sister can be freed," she answered. Lee watched her a moment before moving back towards the fire.

"I'll try my best then, Pan. I'm sorry about your friend," he said. Pan nodded and moved so that she could watch him work.

"Finished," he said a little while later. He put the blade into some water to cool it down before handed it to her for inspection. She looked at the blade, front and back, up and down. She smiled.

"It doesn't even look like it was ever broken. Thanks, Mr. Lee!" she said. She laid the sword down for a moment to hug him. "This means a lot to me." He patted her back.

"By the way you're acting this friend of yours seems to be more than just a friend," he said looking at her. She looked up at him in surprise.

"What do you mean?" she asked as he proceeded to finish a scabbard for the sword.

"Well, the way you spoke of him and wanting to do what you are doing. He must have meant a lot to you if you are willing to go after the man that killed him," he answered. Pan stared at him.

"No, he was only a friend. Nothing more. I mean I didn't even like him at all when we first met. He was such a jerk," she answered. She picked up Trunks' sword and looked at it. He smiled to himself, giving her the new scabbard.

"Think about it, Pan. Be careful on your way home," he replied. She took the scabbard, sheathing the sword and strapping it to her back. She opened her purse to pay him.

"How much will it be?" she asked.

"It's on the house," he answered. She looked up at him.

"Father will not have that. I must pay you, Mr. Lee," she replied. She held out the purse to him. He put his hand over hers and gently pushed it back to her.

"It's a gift, not charity. Take it, Pan. I'm not going to take your money," he said. She looked at him for a moment before she put her purse back where she got it.

"Thank you, Mr. Lee. This means a lot to me," she said. He smiled at her again.

"I know. Take care of it and good luck with your mission," he replied. It means more to you than you are willing to admit, even to yourself, Pan. If it means that it will cause you more pain because he's dead now. He thought to himself. She hugged him again.

"I will and thank you, Mr. Lee," she said. She turned, picking up the saddle bag, stuffing the linen cloth back into it and exited the shop. She went back out to Tara to find her drinking out of a rain water barrel nearby. She smiled at the mare.

"Come, Tara. We have some shopping to do and then we can go home," she said, tying the saddle bag to her saddle before untying her. She climbed back up into the saddle and headed off to the market place to buy some food supplies as well as a few special treats for everyone else with the money she was going to pay Lee with. Before it had even reached noon time Pan was back on the road towards home. Along the way she thought back to what Lee had said.

Does he really mean more to me than just a friend? She thought back to everything they had gone through together. She remembered the night when he actually broke down his walls to tell her what had been eating him up inside since the beginning. Then she realized that she was crying. What is this feeling? I can't, he's a prince and I just a peasant. Either way, he's still dead. No, I do not care for him that way. She fought away her thoughts, forcefully wiping the tears away from her face. The rest of the way home she refrained from thinking about it.

When she got home it was well after dark. She put Tara up in the stables before she headed inside. She took the sword off her back and rewrapped it in the white linen cloth and then walked up the steps into the cottage. She was greeted by her parents, Goten and Bra.

"So?" Goten asked. Pan smiled slightly, holding out the wrapped sword to Bra.

"You do the honors, Bra," she said. Bra smiled at her as she pulled the sword free from the cloth. She then pulled the sword from its scabbard to inspect it.

"Wow, it looks like it was just made new," she said, looking up at Pan again. She handed the sword back to her.

"Mr. Lee is a master at his craft. He even made the scabbard for the sword." she replied, "Oh and I got some things for you guys." She opened the saddle bag and pulled out several small items. She handed Bra a pretty, flowery blue and green hair ornament, Goten some sweets, her father a new book, and her mother some flower seeds for her garden.

"Pan, how did you have money for all of this?" Gohan asked.

"Mr. Lee asked me about the sword and when I explained he refused to take my money. He wouldn't take it no matter what I said or did. He said it was a gift from him," she answered. Gohan shook his head.

"Lee is too kind. Next time you see him, thank him for me," he said.

"I will, Father. Where is grandmother? Is she in bed already?" she asked.

"Yes, she went to bed a little while ago," he answered.

"Oh, I got something for her too," Pan said. "I guess I'll give it to her later. I'm going to start my training tomorrow. I'm used to a katana. A broadsword will be a different matter." Gohan and Goten nodded knowingly.

"Well we all better head to bed then," Videl spoke up. Everyone agreed and headed to their rooms. Pan put both her sword and Trunks' sword under her bed after putting everything else away. She lay in her bed and looked at her wrist where the ribbon that held his hair was still tied. She played with one of the ends.

I'm sorry, Trunks. If only I would have done something you'd still be here. She thought, rolling over on her side and closing her eyes. Tomorrow I will start my training. I'll try my best against him. He's not human, that's for sure. I have to find a way to beat him.

Everyday she rose at dawn, ate breakfast and went outside with his sword. She did exercises to increase her upper body strength so that she could wield the sword like she could her katana. One morning she had decided to cut her hair short so that she wouldn't have to deal with tying it up or it falling loose from the ties she used to hold it back. She kept it spiked out and out of the way. As each day passed she hardened herself. She would not be weak and she wouldn't be controlled by emotion.

Today she was sparring with Goten, her father watching from the sidelines. He stood at one side of their yard clad in orange and black loosely fitting pants and tunic. His sword was at his left hip. She stood at the other side wearing tight black leggings and a form fitting black sleeveless shirt. Her sword was across her back where she carried it on her journey back from the smith. They were both barefooted. They bowed to each other out of respect of the spar before falling back into fighting stances. She unsheathed her sword and brought it out in front of her, moving her left hand up to curl her fingers around the hilt just under her right. He followed suit, holding his sword out in front of him as he watched her. She held her sword out to her right side, the blade tip pointed out and away from her body. She ran forward towards Goten. He smirked, holding up his sword to block her attack. As she neared she prepared for her jump and attack, watching him closely. Instead of running passed him with her sword out like he thought she would, she ran straight at him, flipping over his head and landing behind him with her back to his. She pivoted on her heel, swinging her sword around at his back. Catching on to what she was planning, he turned to block her sword with his. She grinned at him, knowing he would block her, and flipped back away from him, landing softly on her bare feet. She held her sword out in front of her once more and watched him for his own attack. He moved quickly, swinging his sword at her knees. She jumped over the blade, landing in a squatting position. He swung back around at her head, which she quickly bent over backward to avoid. She felt the wind from his swing and smiled. She placed her hands on the ground behind her to support part of her weight as she quickly sent her right foot into his left knee causing him to stumble slightly. She flipped up to land on her feet, sending her left foot into his right side. Knocked off balance, Goten began to fall. He gracefully twisted mid fall, flipping back to land on his feet. They sparred like this for a time before Pan caught him in a pin with her sword at his neck. Gohan clapped to show his approval.

"Wow, Pan. You've really improved yourself. Keep up the good work," he said. She grinned at him as she helped her uncle up off the ground.

"Thanks, Father, and thank you Uncle Goten for the great spar," she said. Goten patted her back.

"Pretty soon you may be ready to take your dad on in a full on spar like that," he said. Pan grinned again. They both sheathed their swords and all three where about to head into the cottage to cool off with a drink when they were interrupted by two figures coming down the path. Pan moved her hand up to block out the sun as she looked up the path, prepared to grab her sword if need be.

"Can we help you two?" Gohan called up to them as Pan walked forward to meet them. They were both clad in green hooded cloaks, the hoods drawn up over their faces. One appeared quite a bit taller than the other and more bulky, the other short and rather skinny looking. The taller one was leaning on a walking stick. When they didn't answer Pan got defensive.

"Alright, state your business here or leave. If you will do neither I won't hesitate to make you," she said as they drew nearer.

"Pan? Is that you?" the taller figured answered. The voice was awfully familiar to her and she froze in mid grab for her sword hilt. The figures stopped in front of her, pulling down their hoods. The shorter one was a woman with bright blue eyes and long blonde hair. The other was someone Pan never expected to see again.

"Trunks?" she asked, almost inaudibly. He reached up to tug gently at a spike of hair.

"What the hell did you do to your hair?" he asked. She stared at him before she rubbed her eyes with her hands.

"How? I saw you fall over the cliff. You're dead," she said, not listening to what he was saying. He grinned at her.

"'No, not quite, but almost,'" he answered. She reached out and touched him, which earned her a semi dirty look out of the blonde girl. When she felt that he was real she hugged him tightly.

"You bastard! I thought you were dead! Where the hell have you been!" she cried.

"Well…" he started, wincing, but the girl standing next to them interrupted him.

"Excuse me, I hate to break up your little reunion, but would you please take your hands off of him?" she said, getting angry. Pan let go of him and turned her attention to the blonde girl for the first time since he pulled his hood down.

"Who is she and why did you bring her here?" she asked.

"I'm Marron and I followed him to make sure he got here safe. He refused to wait until he was fully healed before he walked all the way here," she answered for him. Pan turned to her, an eyebrow raised.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because he had to see if everyone was okay and I'm his fiancée," she answered. Pan's eyes widened in shock.

"You're his what!"

A/N: Hey guys! Lolz Sorry for the cliffy, but the chapter was getting pretty long annnnnd I planned on stopping there anyways. So, how did you like the chapter? Sorry it was so long! I really wanted to get all that into the same chapter and it kinda turned out like this. I hope you liked it. :D

Please review on your way out! And please don't hate me! -Ducks and runs-