Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon ball Z.

Quick A/N: Okay I forgot ages

Pan: 18

Trunks: 25

Goten: 24

Bra: 18

Jeremiah: 20

Anyways enjoy…

Chapter 1

2 years later...

Pan parallel parked in front of her Tokyo apartment building. She had the same convertible her parents had given her. She got out not bothering letting up the top or locking her car door. She was in a hurry.

Pan peered over her Hollywood style sunglasses at the afternoon sky and saw that the sun stood high. Pulling the glasses over her forehead and her bangs she let them rest atop her perfect straight black hair. Swiftly, she smoothed out her black tank top and denim mini that displayed her tan, slender legs perfectly. Pan quickly covered the short distance to the outside door.

She dug through her purse hastily, looking for her hidden keys.

"Pan, Pan! Will you wait a second?!" she heard her boyfriend call as he slammed his own car door.

"Gotcha." She said out loud placing the key in the hole and letting herself into the entryway of the apartment building slamming it behind her.

Pan stormed up the stairs to their apartment, muttering curses when she heard the door open quickly behind her.

"Dende Pan, will you please slow down and let me explain?" Jeremiah called after her taking the steps two at a time but not being able to match her Saiyan speed.

Jeremiah was Pan's boyfriend of about 6 months now even though they had known each other for the past 2 years. He treated her like a queen, always glamoring her up with anything she wanted and he spoiled her. Gorgeous was the least you could say about him. He had jet black hair that fell below his forehead and into his dark blue eyes and his body was what most guys would kill for. His lady killer smile and personality was what had finally won Pan over.

Not anymore, she was through with him.

She reached her destination, not even fumbling with the keys and took the doorknob and twisted it, causing the lock to snap from the strength and let Pan into their apartment.

She headed straight for the bedroom and went in the closet grabbing her old backpack. She was throwing whatever clothes and items she could grab and fit into it and it wasn't long before she had heard the door open behind her and she heard Jeremiah enter the room.

"Pan, it wasn't what it looked like." Jeremiah sported the famous phrase.

"Yeah Jeremiah, it didn't look like you were sticking your tongue down that whore's throat!" Pan said sarcasm and venom spitting from her words.

"I was… giving her mouth to mouth resuscitation. She was choking on pretzels." Jeremiah thought of a quick lie.

"How believable is that? I wasn't born yesterday and I believe that I can tell the difference between choking and making out and she didn't look like she was about to die."

"Pan…"

"If you're going to cheat on me Jeremiah, don't be an idiot and do it in a wide open place like the mall!"

"But Pan…"

"I don't want to hear it okay? I'm done with you Jeremiah, got it?"

"Pan, I love you! Everybody makes mistakes!"

"Haha," She took a second to laugh with fake amusement, "I know, but you made one too many. Goodbye Jeremiah." She zipped up her bag and began to walk out of the door, but Jeremiah stopped her, throwing himself on his knees in front of her. Pan rolled her eyes, he was so dramatic.

"Pan, please don't leave me! Where are you going to go? I need you, you need me!"

"Lets get this straight, I don't need you Jeremiah and obviously you don't need me so lets end this now, it's been nice knowing you." Pan gave him a quick smile and walked around him and out of the apartment.

Her nosy neighbors were looking outside their doors at them, watching the scene unfold.

'You've got to be kidding me.' Pan thought as she heard the heavy footsteps behind her.

"Pan, please…" He reached out and grabbed her arm spinning her around. She glared at him and yanked her arm from his grasp.

She didn't bother to reply just kept walking out of the door into the afternoon glow.

She got inside her car, throwing her backpack and purse in the seat behind her. Before she could close her door he had grabbed her handle and wouldn't let it budge.

"Let go of my door." She gave him a fierce glare.

"Listen to me."

"Let go of my door or I swear to Dende you will regret it."

"No."

Pan gave him a smirk and stepped out of the car in front off him.

"Thank…" Before he could finish his sentence Pan had her knee temporarily attached to his groin. She heard a scream of excruciating pain.

Pan got back inside the car, locking her doors behind her, and pulled on her seatbelt placing the key in the ignition. With a little farewell wave, she revved the engine and took off down the road.

"I think its time to give grandma and Goten a visit." She spoke to herself.

ChiChi's House…

Pan could see her grandmother's house as she drove closer.

Her hair blew behind her in the wind and her sunglasses were now perched on her nose.

Was she ready for this? Could she face her family now? How would she explain her sudden disappearance only leaving behind a note?

'It's too late to turn back now.' she thought as she pulled into the driveway; she would have to face them sooner or later.

Pan got out of her car and closed the door. She pulled her sunglasses onto the top of her head again, admiring the house that she hadn't seen in a little over 2 years. It looked livelier somehow since the last time she had saw it. She couldn't bring herself to look at the house just a little ways down, her parent's home.

She walked up to the doorstep, memories flooding her mind and hesitated before ringing the bell. She waited patiently smoothing herself out before she heard the door creak open.

"For the last time, I don't want your freaking cookies!" She heard a woman yell from the inside.

Pan was surprised by the outburst.

"Gran…grandma ChiChi?" Pan asked, still a little shocked.

The door swung open full force.

"Panny, Panny is that you?" The woman looked her up and down as Pan did the same. Her grandmother looked slightly older now; more wrinkles covered her ivory complexion.

"Yeah." Pan gave a sheepish smile. The woman through her hands around Pan's neck throwing her into a bear hug.

"Oh my Dende you grew soo big. I missed you soo much Pan you have no idea. I couldn't stand the thought of you being gone along with them, and then I realized that you left because of us and I'm sorry I put you through that even though it was your parents that were lost and I didn't support you. I never loved you any less I promise." ChiChi was talking fast, mumbling into Pan's shoulder as if she was a figment of her imagination and would disappear at any moment. Pan could feel her grandmother's tears smearing into her bare shoulder.

"It's okay grandma, it's not your fault. I don't blame you for anything." Pan felt a tear slip.

Pan started to laugh.

"Grandma, will you stop crying? Where's Goten?"

ChiChi wiped her eyes and began laughing too. "He's around here somewhere. Enough about him, tell me about yourself, where have you been the past forever? Why did you decide to come back? " ChiChi begged, pulling Pan inside the house and into the living room in a swift motion.

"I decided to go to Tokyo for a while, you know to clear my head, try to forget as best I could. I came back because I wanted to see you guys." She finished her explanation with a smile. There was no need for her to know about Jeremiah, not like Pan would ever see him again.

Just then Pan heard the back door to the house open.

"Mom where are you? I wanted to… Panny?" Goten had a look of confusion on his face.

"Hey Uncle G."

"What are you doing here?" The question came out ruder than expected.

"Just a visit." Pan had shrugged it off.

"Ohh well give me a hug then!" Goten ran over and put her in the second bear hug of the day.

Pan realized how happy they seemed, the happiest she had seen them in a while and she couldn't help but smile.

"Are you going to stay here with us Pan?" Her grandmother asked anxiously.

"Actually the city life has had its affect on me, I think I'm going to move down to West City, you know find an apartment and a job. I have some money saved up."

"Where the Briefs live?"

"Somewhere around there." Again Pan shrugged.

"Well you're always welcome here." Her grandmother gave her a warm smile.

"I know." And Pan returned it.

"You can stay in your old room."

"Thanks. Has everything been alright with you guys?" Pan asked a hint of worry in her voice. They seemed too happy.

"Physically, everything's fine, Goten helps with the children's dojo in Satan city and I mostly stay around here and do housework. Mentally, the memories never fade but you just have to kind of deal with it and move on." ChiChi dared not mention worrying about her only granddaughter, the girl seemed tensed as it was.

After chatting a little while longer, Pan went up to her room, taking the newspaper her uncle had picked up out of the city with her. She wanted an apartment and a job as quick as possible.

'Note to self: Remember to thank Jeremiah.' She thought as she flipped through the job ads, circling interesting jobs.

If it weren't for him, she would have never been here. This was the first time she was truly happy in while.

Pan couldn't help but wonder, when would she have came back, if she ever did. Would it be when she was got married or had children?

She circled the last one before closing the newspaper and curled up in her bed and fell fast asleep.

2 weeks later…

Pan had found her apartment and signed the lease. It was a small studio on the outskirts of West City. She hated the look on her grandmother and uncle's faces when she told them about her moving. They we're starting to catch up with each other and Goten even tried the puppy dog eyes to make her stay. It didn't take her long to settle in.

But today she was most nervous of all. Today was the day that she would interview for her job as a secretary for the president of Capsule Corporations. She didn't know how many times she had looked in the mirror today but she wanted this job and she had to look flawless.

When she had reached the Capsule Corp. front entrance, she felt her hands go clammy. The front secretary had let her in telling her a list of directions that Pan couldn't follow. She nodded anyways figuring she would find it on her own, she figured it couldn't be that hard to find the president of this place.

The building was like a maze, sending Pan every which way. She closed her eyes and counted to ten to calm herself, still walking aimlessly through the halls when she hit a wall.

"What the fu…" Pan began to rub her forehead, 'Where did that wall come from?'

"Are you okay?" Pan opened her eyes to see a man's hand sticking out in front of her face.

"I ran into you?" Pan asked bewildered, taking the man's hand and lifting herself up with his help.

"Yeah sorry about that, it was my bad." she saw the man smile guiltily.

"Its okay, it was my…Trunks?" Pan asked stunned when she saw his short, lavender hair, "What are you doing here?"

"I own this place. What are you doing here?"

"I came for an interview."

"What position?"

"Are you the president?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I came to apply to be your secretary." She replied with a grin.

A/N: I guess this one is important

Kay so I really didn't like this chapter that much, but I went over it like a bazillion times and tried to take out stuff or add stuff to make it better because I know people are counting on me to make it worth their while. I ask for reviews NO FLAMES please, they do nothing but hurt my feelings and bring me down.

Pan's personal life is kind of out of the way now and I will be writing about her and Trunks now. Watch out for Jeremiah (he'll be back later on… I think)

Let me get this straight to everyone:

Trunks, Pan and Goku didn't go on the Dragon ball hunt.

Trunks and Pan only know each other because she and Bra are friends.

Response to the people who reviewed: Thank you bunches :). They all made me smile (except one). Hope you like this chapter just as much as the first and if you didn't I'm extremely sorry but I tried.

Okay and I have something to say,

Last chapter I asked nicely that no one flame me and guess what I got?

A flame:)

Yeah and I wasn't happy about it, you can go read it if you want, it talks about how crappy my stories are and how I should stop writing and blah blah…but it said no offense and there was plenty taken with the fact that you basically told me I sucked (hints the name 'yousuck') that you decided to sign. Thanks for the review anyways though :)

I just wanted to let you know that I could care less if you think my stories are crap because obviously other people think they aren't.

And that's all I have to say. Thanks for listening :)