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A/N: Sorry for those who wanted another chapter but heres the epilogue. :)

Epilogue

Eight Years later

The soft pit pat of footsteps could be heard coming closer to their door.

Trunks groaned as Pan pulled away from their fervent kiss. He pouted and she sat up on the bed pointing towards the door.

They turned their heads as the door handle flew open and a blur of lavender hair attacked Trunks, running into his arms. She buried her head in her father's neck as the tears streamed down her face.

"What's wrong?" He cooed as he rubbed her supple hair that was dressed in curls.

She turned and pointed towards the door. There her seven year old brother, Vegan and her six year old cousin, Goken came running into the room, wearing guacamole face masks, fake vampire teeth and holding play swords in their hands.

You could hear the plastic swords drop with a clink on the ground as they saw who was in the room.

"Hey mom!" Vegan said as he tried to hide his crystal blue eyes with his black hair. He knew he was in deep trouble.

Pan stood hands on her hips waiting for an explanation. Vegan turned to his little sister and threw her a death glare. She always knew the perfect moment to get him in trouble. Cami stuck out her tongue as her small five year old hands wiped away the tears.

Pan lifted her eyebrow as expertly as Trunks, earning a smirk from her mate.

"Explain." She simply stated and that was enough to make any of the boys in her family cower.

"I'd rather not," he mumbled but the way his mother looked at him made him change his mind, "She was in my room… AGAIN! I'm tired of her going through my stuff so I kind of thought I would scare her away. Goken helped me!" he said pointing to his cousin who was trying to sneak from the room.

"What me!" The black haired boy screamed in shock at his name.

Trunks was trying hard not to laugh along with his daughter.

"I think your mom is looking for you Goken."

"Thanks," He said and he turned to his cousin, whispering "Good luck!", and ran in the direction of Bra and Goten's wing of the castle.

"So basically you did this to yourself to scare her?" Trunks asked slowly.

"Yeah we were supposed to be the bogeymen." Vegan said and he smacked his forehead when he realized how stupid his plan sounded. Now his hand was covered in guacamole and he groaned.

This time the built in laughter escaped. "So you covered your face in guacamole?" Trunks asked again as he swiped some off the boy's face.

"Yeah." He replied dumbly.

"Go clean your face. Your hair is turning green." Pan said as she picked up a lock of his hair with a smile on her face. The sight in front of her was very comical and a camera would have been nice at the moment.

"I'm not punished!" He said as hope shimmered in his eyes.

"Nope," Pan said but quickly added, "but Grandpa Vegeta does need a sparring partner for tonight." The smirk on her face and the look on the young boy's was priceless.

"No way!" He cried eyes wide.

Pan nodded.

"Mom that's not fair!"

She pointed toward the door with her index finger letting him know it wasn't up for further discussion. He gave her a pleading look at which she ignored and he trudged from the room.

Pan turned to her daughter who stared at her innocently with chocolate eyes.

"I thought I told you stay away from his room?" Pan said.

"I thought he stole one of my dollies." She tested her mother as she jumped from her father's arms.

"Nice try." Pan said as she bent down to her daughter's height.

Her daughter was a spitting image of Bulma only sporting lavender hair and dark brown eyes.

"You have to stay out of his room. You know he doesn't like it when you go in there." Pan scowled.

Pan could have sworn she heard a "That's why I do it." come from her angel but shrugged it off.

"Run along, Grandma Bulma wants you for more etiquette lessons." Pan said as she scooted along her daughter, "Stay away." She warned.

With a very reluctant nod and a kiss on the cheek, the little child skipped away. Her daughter hated etiquette lessons and Pan knew it all too well. Even when she had started at the age of 20, she still whined like a baby when Trunks forced her to go. Cami reminded Pan of herself in so many ways.

"That was a rough punishment…for both of them." Trunks whispered in her ear as he snuck his hand around her waist.

"No it wasn't." She said as she turned to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I only got training with him when I tried to kill someone." Trunks said matter of factly as he thought back to the times so many years ago when he had beat up Greg and earned a trip to the gravity room with his father. He shuddered thinking about it.

"Yeah well Vegeta's older now."

"And that stops him because…" Trunks said trailing kisses along her jawbone.

"He won't kill him. Vegan's strong." Pan breathed out at the soft kisses. All these years and his kisses still blew her away.

"True." He was now making kisses down to the spot on her neck where he had marked her almost eight years ago.

They heard a sharp intake of breathe.

"Do you guys have to do that every time I walk in a room?" Their son screamed as he covered his eyes with his hands. "It's sick!"

"Yes?" Trunks asked ignoring his statement.

"What time does Grandpa want me there?" His hands still covered his eyes.

"Seven o'clock but don't keep him waiting too long, you know how impatient he is."

"Okay father." And the boy darted from the room. They heard a muffled "Making out and sparring! They obviously don't want me to live until my 8th birthday." Before his voice and footsteps were out of hearing range.

Pan chuckled to herself and looked into her mate's eyes.

"I love you." She whispered pulling him close with her arms that were still secure around his neck.

"I love you too." And he snuggled his lavender hair into the crook of her neck.

Greg

The last eight years had been hell for Greg. Sure he was a beloved king who led his planet into many treasures and fortunes. They were known to be some of the best warriors of all but that didn't make him happy. Only one thing had truly made him happy and that was something he couldn't have.

He stared off in space as his concubines left the room and his wife entered. He wouldn't dare call her his mate. She was nothing more than a showpiece, a centerpiece in the big palace.

Pan was supposed to have been his. Sure his wife was beautiful, the prettiest of the lands, but to him nothing compared to Pan's beauty. At first Pan was nothing but a pair of legs, something to enjoy for the night, but only in those couple of weeks he had grown to love her even at her cruelest.

He wished that he would have never let her go. That night eight years ago was still so vivid in his head. He had let her go for what he thought was his and her own safety. He was lucky he had only survived with a rough beating from Goten.

Ever since that night he had not stopped thinking about her. Even as his wife gave birth to his children, he wished that he would have experienced that with Pan. He wished she would bare his children and not that Prince Trunks'. Sure he could have gotten her back but the threat Goten imprinted in his head with his roundhouse kick was still fresh in his mind.

After the first year of misery, he knew it would never end. He realized that his life would be filled with thoughts of only Pan.

A/N:

That's it,

I'm done. Finished. Over with.

I really didn't like how I finished off the epilogue but for some reason I couldn't think of anything better. I guess I have some good news though…

I'm thinking about writing a sequel to this. It will kind of be the Prince's Prize only it will be G/B instead and you will get to see the secrets behind their relationship that I didn't tell you in the story. Do you like the idea?

I would do responses but I'm lazy and but I will thank you: Phantasom, trunks lover, bullagirl, dutchangel1979, VvxLuvsSusake4everxvV, liveforDBZ, and SG1203 for reviewing on my last chapter. I appreciate you all. You really did give me inspiration. :)

Review please!

I really need you guys to review about the sequel idea. If I write it, it'll be up within 2 weeks. If I don't write it, I will probably wait and get a little further in To Mend A Broken Heart and then start another idea I have.

So yeah what I do depends on you.

So go review!

Jazzyfizzler and The Prince's Prize out.