My dad's Godmother passed in April of this year and I was going to write a fic in honor of her, she died of a form of blood cancer, where Pan has cancer. It never happened because my other fics were more demanding at the time, but I did write one scene for it before I had to let it go. It's a wee bit depressing, but cancer's never really been a happy subject matter, has it?
Videl cringed as she heard the all-too-familiar sounds of retching coming from her daughter's bathroom, but steeled herself against the wave of worry and sorrow that threatened to wash over her. The concerned mother opened the door to Pan's bedroom and walked inside, frowning at the overturned bowl of soup on the floor beside her daughter's bed. As she stooped to clean it up, she heard Pan coughing through the bathroom door, and then the sound was masked by the running faucet as the young Son rinsed her mouth out.
The chemo therapy had hit the quarter saiyan especially hard, despite her alien genes. By the third round of treatment, the once vibrant and carefree girl had become a shadow of her former self. Deathly pale and skinny, barely able to keep even broth down, let along actual food. Her hair was thinning out but, despite all of this, Pan somehow always managed to have a smile on her face, even though her body was wracked with near-constant pain.
"Mama?" her raspy contralto voice called, "I'm sorry about the soup—"
"Don't worry about it, sweet pea," Videl reassured her precious little girl, "it's nothing your grandmother's special stain remover mix can't fix. Come lie down, you need to rest."
"Mom, I'm fine," Pan insisted, shuffling out of the bathroom, "I can be up for a little while. It's getting boring, just staying in the bed all the time." She unconsciously raked a hand through her hair, wincing when she accidentally dislodged a small clump of her hair, "Crap. I've got to stop doing that."
"Rest is more important than curing your boredom, Panny," the weary woman placed the empty soup bowl on the tray, "sleep—"
"Cures cancer, I know," the young Son girl looked irate as she crossed her thin arms over her chest, "but honestly, Mom, how do you expect to get better if all I'm going to do is lie in this bed, eat the same, plain broth, read the same books, and watch the same old shows and movies every day?"
(A/N: TFiOS reference/quote. *squeal*)
"So I'm not allowed to worry about you? Is that it?" Videl's voice was sharp, "I am so sorry if the fact that I, your mother, am worried about you is such an inconvenience for you."
"It's not like you to worry," Pan's voice became soft, and she stared down at her toes, "it was always Papa's job to worry, and now you… it's just weird, and I don't like it." She tossed the clump of hair she'd dislodged into the trash can in her bathroom, "I'm not used to this."
"Honey…" Videl murmured, looking at her daughter imploringly as she held the tray, "no one was expecting for you to catch a cold, let alone get cancer. It's a bit surprising for all of us."
"I guess it doesn't help that I'm the only quarter saiyan in existence and Bulma has nothing else to go off of," Pan played with the sash of her robe, "I'm three quarters human, if any one of us was going to get sick, it was going to be me. It's only logical. I've always been stuck in the middle like that, a bit too alien to be completely normal, and too human to be a saiyan. That's probably why I couldn't reach super saiyan, too."
"Panny—"
"You know I'm right, Mom," the Son girl's voice was quiet, but completely firm, with little to no argument in her tone, "I guess I'll just lie down, now. I'm getting sleepy just standing here." For a brief moment, Videl saw a flash of hopelessness and pain in her daughter's eyes before she hid it with a brittle grin.
"Alright," the mother looked almost desperate to stay with her daughter and comfort her, but she knew that Pan would never accept it, "sleep well, Panny."
It was in that moment that Videl wished, deep down inside, that Pan wasn't so much like her, that she wouldn't hide her emotions from everyone because she didn't want to be seen as weak. She hated that trait in herself, it made her relationship with Gohan, in its early stages, so difficult at times. However, when she saw it in her daughter, she absolutely loathed it. She knew firsthand how hard it was to keep everything bottled inside so no one could see how she really felt, and it wasn't easy or painless in the least.
"Pan," she found herself speaking as she grabbed the doorknob to pull the door shut behind her, "you know you can tell me anything, right?" Videl heard Pan's breathing hitch slightly, and then, when she responded, her voice sounded choked, "I know, Mama. I love you."
"I love you too, Pan-chan." The moment she shut the door, Videl heard the muffled sound of her daughter's sorrow and began to weep for not only herself, but her precious, brave little girl who didn't know how to share her burden with others.
Most of these are GhxVi and family fluff between Gohan, Videl, and Pan, as you can see. That was, and still is, my thing.