Kid Trunks: Hey there! You're probably wondering where 18 is. Since Krillin couldn't handle their kid on his own she went to go help, and since the story had no one to give the disclaimer…

Kid Goten: We came to help!!!

Trunks: Goten! Why'd you have to interrupt me? I was doing just fine thanks!

Goten: But the Ultimate Life guy said we can both do the disk cleaner!!!

Trunks: It's disclaimer, and you can't do it if you can't say it right.

Goten: LAIR!!! I know what it is and I can do it perfectly too!

Trunks: Oh yeah? Prove it.

Goten: The Ultimate Life Form doesn't own Dragon Ball Z or GT or any of its characters. Both shows belong to Funimation, and copyright of these shows can and will result in jail time, so please don't sew. He's just a writer.

Trunks: (Sweat drops)

Chapter 6: A Narrow Escape

It had all started with a day of training.

Earlier she was training with her best friend, uncle and the boy she highly admired.

But now she was in the grasp of two killer androids from a screwed up future where most of the people she held close were dead. How did this come to be? Why couldn't she wake up from this nightmare? And most important of all, was she going to survive to see the tomorrow of this dark time called the present? "This looks really bad." Pan said to herself trying desperately to gasp for air. The tight grip 17 had around her throat made this task quite difficult. "If I don't think of something soon…" Just then it hit her. There was something. There was a way to get out of it. Krillin had shown her before.

"Well since Goku is off training with Uub, I guess it's just you and me." Krillin said to the 6 year old saiyan girl.

"So what are you going to teach me Krillin?" the young girl asked her curiosity bubbling. Krillin smiled and bent down to get to her eye level.

"I'm going to show you a move that's gotten me and Goku out of a lot of tight spots before. It's called the Solar Flare. This move will temporarily blind your opponents and give you an opportune time to either escape of get in a quick blow."

The flash back ended and Pan's eyes came upon the two androids once more. She had one shot at this, and if it didn't work…No! She couldn't think about it now. It was now or never. 17 held his free hand in her face.

"I guess this is the end for you." He said nonchalantly. Suddenly Pan held the backs of her hands to her forehead and spread her fingers apart. The last thing she saw was the look of confusion on her foe's faces.

"SOLAR FLARE!" There was a blinding flash of white light, and suddenly Pan felt the grip around her neck loosen. She hit the ground with a thud and rubbed her neck. She could hear voices from above her.

"DAMN IT!" one of them cursed. It was 17. Threw the light Pan saw both his over his eyes, trying to block the fierce glow.

"Where is she?" called 18 trying to block the light from her eyes as well. Pan didn't have much time. The effect would were off soon. She lowered her power level as much as possible and flew to where Trunks had landed. Once she got there she held a hand to her mouth and gasped. Trunks was in bad shape. Blood was pouring from his arm and there was also a bone sticking out from it. He was also out cold and barely breathing. Pan looked back at 17 and 18 who were still preoccupied by the distraction. She got his good arm over her shoulder and hoisted him up. He was heavier then he looked but that didn't matter. Still hiding her energy level she took off in the direction of Capsule Corp. with Trunks safe in hand.

Back at the battle sight the Solar Flare had worn off and the two androids were quite upset with their fault. "I can't believe that little brat actually managed to escape." 18 said with a hint of anger in her voice.

"It was pretty clever of her to pull off something like that." 17 said pretty impressed. 18 grew still madder at her brothers amazement.

"Stop applauding her and let's go after them. With her dragging Trunks along she couldn't have gotten that far." At this her twin bother smiled but shook his head.

"No." 18 looked at him flabbergasted.

"What do you mean no?"

"If we chase them down now we won't have anything fun to do later. We'll let them slide this time, but next time those two brats won't be so lucky." The male android said.

Back at the Capsule Corporation Bulma was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee. She was a bit worried about Trunks and Pan. Sure Trunks had always come home, pretty badly beat up, but had still come home. This time wouldn't be any different. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and the blue haired scientist looked towards the door. That was probably them now. Why had she worried before? There they were probably a bit scraped but there we home safe a sound. She opened the door and looked down at both the half and quarter saiyan.

Then again maybe not.

Pan's head was killing her. She could barely sit up and her injuries were so bad that she could hardly move. She tried to sit up when Bulma entered the room, but she was in too much pain to do so. "You don't have to get up. You should take it easy anyway." Pan nodded with a little difficulty and laid back down. Just then a thought crossed her mind.

"How is Trunks doing?" she asked feeling a bit guilty. She couldn't help feeling most of this was her fault. Bulma just smiled at the question.

"He'll be just fine. He is Vegeta's son. Besides I've seen him come back worse than this. I managed to get the bone back into place, and I treated most of his wounds. He should be ok within the next week." Pan sighed in relief. She was glad Trunks was ok. Bulma giggled at the sight. It was clear to her what Pan was happy about. Suddenly there was the sound of a door opening and both females turned to see Trunks at the doorway looking in. He was beat up pretty good, and his arm was in a cast once again. He wasn't wearing a shirt, due to his taped ribs Bulma wanted to avoid irritation to the wound. "Trunks I told you to stay in your room. You really need to get some…"

"Mom." Bulma looked at her son. "If you don't mind I'd like to talk to Pan. Alone." He added. He almost knew his mom would say, "Whatever you can say to her you can say to me." But to his surprise she didn't. She simply smiled and got up of Pan's bed. She walked towards her son and in the next few minutes she was out of the room. Pan and Trunks were alone now, and it took a few seconds before the silence could be broken.

"What did you come here to yell at me?" Pan asked coolly. She half expected Trunks to do just that. Instead however the young saiyan boy just stood there and stared at her. Pan wasn't sure of the expression. Trunks seemed to be looking threw her more than at her. She looked questionably at him. "Well?"

"Thank you."

Wait a second! Did she hear that right? Did Trunks just say thank you? She had disobeyed him and left Bulma alone. The androids could have went right to Capsule Corp. and killed her. She almost got Trunks killed not to mention herself. Why would her thank her? "Wait! What did you say?" Trunks just continued to look at her but spoke.

"You really saved my neck out there. If I went to it alone I would've been dead, but mom said you brought both of us back and she was able to save us both. So for that, I thank you." Pan wanted to cry. Not because of sadness but because of joy. She had gained Trunks graditude, and that was enough to make this nightmare better. Not by much, but a little. Trunks turned around. "I should let you get some rest." He went to walk out but Pan stopped him.

"Trunks?" she asked causing him to stop in mid step. "What was my dad like? You know, in this timeline." Trunks turned around to face her. A small smile came to his face.

"Your father was strong, really strong. He's the one that taught me about fighting and trained me to be a super saiyan. He was also like my best friend." Just then his face turned solemn. "I…I feel like it's my fault. It's my fault that he's gone." Just then Trunks heard something and looked up. Pan had her knees to her chest, and her face was buried in them. She was crying. Trunks looked crest fallen. He was sad enough about Gohan's death, but now he had his daughter crying in his room.

Why did all the bad stuff fall on him?

Trunks did the only thing he could think to do. He slowly walked over to Pan and sat down next to her. He put an arm on her shoulder which caused her to look at him. She was still crying however. "Even though he's dead however, I'm not giving up until I kill them. Both of them! Gohan wanted this time to be safe, and I'll keep that promise! No matter what it takes!" Just then Trunks gasped in pain. He felt a tight pressure on his arm, but when he opened his eyes he found Pan hugging him.

"Trunks…" she sobbed into his shirt. This broke the saiyan boys' heart. This girl had lost everything, and Trunks had been a jerk about it. His mother was right. He should've given her a bit more comfort instead of insults and arguments. Trunks still squinting in pain, took his free arm and put it around Pan and patted her head. He never had a crying girl in his arms before, so he didn't really know what to do.

"It'll be alright." He assured her while patting her head. "It'll be alright." Threw the crack in the door, Bulma smiled.

"They look so cute together." She said walking back down the hall to the kitchen.

17 and 18 weren't happy with their loss to Pan and Trunks. They considered it a loss because both survived. "We may have to wait for them to recover, but once they d they'll look for us again." said 17 to his twin sister who was sitting at the bus stop bench looking bored.

"Well what the hell are we supposed to do until then?" she asked. 17 held up his hand and fired a Ki blast at a nearby building destroying it. 18 rolled her eyes.

"You have any better ideas 18?" the female android just sighed and blew up a nearby building as well.

"Weeeeeee." She said sarcastically. 17 rolled his eyes.

"You are such a drama queen 18."

Trunks: Not bad, but it was kinda short don't you think Goten?

Goten: Yeah, but maybe he had other stuff to do too.

Trunks: Maybe, but I have other stuff to do too. I can't just sit here and do this all day, I'm hungry!

Goten: Me too! Me too!!!

Ubb: Then I can take it from here.

Trunks: (sighs) Finally! Food here I come!!! (flies off)

Goten: TRUNKS!!! Wait for me!!! (flies off)

Ubb: Alright then. Please R&R!!!