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Pan 23, Trunks 33.

Chapter 3: Visit from an Old Friend

"T-Trunks?!" Pan couldn't believe who she was seeing at her door. She hadn't seen Trunks since her wedding day but he hadn't changed a bit.

"Hey, Panny." He had been the only one who used that nickname for her. It was a childhood name and it brought a slight smile to her face to hear it again even though her life situation was making her feel light-years older than she already was.

He surprised her when he stepped through the door and embraced her in a bone crushing hug.

"I've missed you so much, Panny. I'm so sorry about Uub."

"Were you there for the funeral?" Pan asked. She hadn't been paying much attention of anyone that day, having been lost in her own thoughts and grief so she wouldn't have noticed if he had been there.

Trunks released her from the hug and walked her over to the couch. "No, I'm really sorry about that. I was away on business and hadn't even heard about the accident till I came back and that hadn't been until after the funeral. He was my friend and I couldn't even…had I known…" Trunks let out a long sigh. "I'm so sorry, Pan."

He looked so guilt stricken and Pan just sat there still stunned he was there and felt bad that she couldn't even cry over the loss of her husband when Trunks was sitting there by her. She just stared at him blankly and felt numb all over.

"Why are you even here, Trunks?" She hadn't wanted to sound rude but she couldn't help it. He shown up out of the blue after so many years.

"Well…" He sighed and placed his hands on his knees. "I've actually been trying to come up with an excuse to come over and see you. But after the call I got from Gohan and when he told me what's been going on with you, I decided it was best to just come over."

"Hold on! My father called you?!" Pan stood up, furious. Her father had no right going behind her back and talking about her to other people, even it was just Trunks.

"He's worried about you, Pan," Trunks told her.

"That doesn't make a bit of a difference, Trunks! I'm not a child anymore and Dad doesn't have a right to call everyone he knows just because he thinks I'm not behaving the way I'm supposed to!" she snapped back.

"Pan, Gohan tells me you hardly eat and barely go out of the house anymore and you sleep the day away. That's not healthy and it's so unlike you."

The tone in his voice was comforting but it just made Pan angrier and something inside her snapped and she lashed at Trunks with a fury.

"You don't even have the slightest idea what I'm going through, Trunks! NONE OF YOU UNDERSTAND'S A THING! I lost the man I LOVED, the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with! He's DEAD and nothing can ever bring him BACK! NOT THE DRAGONBALLS! NOTHING! And nothing can ever go back to the way it was before! I can't go back to the way I was before, not without him!"

Pan had turned and in a fury had walked away. She just couldn't believe her father would go this far and call Trunks to try and lift her spirits and Trunks! He was supposed to be her friend so why didn't he understand?!

Just as she had reached the stairway, she felt Trunks grab her arm and spin her around to face him. "Oh no you don't. We're not thr—"

"LET GO OF ME! You don't understand anything, Trunks!" she screamed, her voice sounded full of wrath and hatred towards the man in front of her and she tried to fight free from him but he just grabbed both her arms tightly and pulling her up closer so they were facing each other.

"No, Pan! It's you who doesn't UNDERSTAND! Uub was the one who died! Not YOU!" His eyes pierced into Pan's. "Do you really think this is the way he would have wanted you to live? Grieving yourself sick!"

Pan couldn't take it anymore and she got lose from Trunks' grip and started beating her fists against his chest and throwing profanities at him, calling him every name in the book and Trunks just stood there and took it. She wanted to yell at him some more but nothing was coming out and what he just told her was sinking into her heart as she collapsed to floor and broke down sobbing.

"It's all my fault," she said, looking at Trunks as bent beside her. "I'm supposed to be one of the strongest warriors and I couldn't evening save him!" Her sobs grew heavier and she couldn't say anymore and for the first time, she felt completely vulnerable and the realization and finality of Uub's death was starting sink into her system.

Trunks wrapped his arms tightly around her and rocked her to and fro. "Oh Panny, shh…it wasn't your fault. It was an accident and that's no one's fault. You shouldn't blame yourself, Uub would have never wanted that, shh…shh…" They just sat like that for a while as Pan cried in his arms and didn't stop till she was run dry.

When Pan had finally calmed down, Trunks picked her up and carried back the couch and sat down with her. Pan had curled herself into a ball and rested her head on Trunks' lap like she done so many times as a little girl.

They sat there in silence as Pan stared at the many books on her father's shelves and thought about how her life had been like since her husband's death. Trunks, being the kind and wonderful friend that he'd always been, just rubbed her shoulder softly and remained silent.

"Trunks?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for lashing out at you like that, for saying all bad things to you. I didn't mean it…"

"Hey." He turned her over gently so she was now facing him. "There nothing to be sorry about, Pan. You were hurting and needed to get it out and I didn't think anything of it so don't worry about it, okay."

Pan sniffled and nodded. "Thank you."

"No problem. Now tell me, when was the last time you gone out and done something?"

Pan shrugged. "I don't know, I went out to hillsides today but if you're talking about really going out somewhere than that would have been four and half months ago," she told him.

Trunks looked at her shocked. "You mean you've cooped yourself in this house for almost five months!"

Pan nodded solemnly.

Trunks sighed deeply as he ran a hand through his hair. "It's no wonder why your father called me." Pan looked at him annoyed but he ignored it and continued. "Go and get dressed."

"What?"

"Go get dressed, I'm getting you out of this house for tonight."

"Trunks, please, I don't feel like go—" his Vegeta like glare shut her mouth real quick.

"Don't make me drag you upstairs and dress you myself, Pan. I will if I have to."

That made her shoot off the couch real quick and run up the stairs and into her room. There was no chance in hell that she was going to get out this, so she just sighed in headed to her bathroom to get ready.

Down stairs, Trunks was sitting on the couch and grinning like he had just won a poker game.

I know what you probably thinking it was short, right? Have no fear the next chapter will be posted soon! Eeee! The Trunksie-Kun is finally here! *doing a dance jam on my bed* Anyways, what do you think so far? Leave a review and tell me :D