Could This Be True: Chapter 11 - Changing Without a Thought
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The plot and OG charaters and history of OG characters are creations of entirely my own.

*Trunks POV*

When I returned home and reach for the doorknob, I could hear my mother and Bra talking. Their voices were low and they were talking fast, so I couldn't understand a word that they were saying. I stood there for several seconds and tried to tune into what they were saying. Finally, I sighed and gave up. I really was never the best at sneaking around or evesdropping, that was Pan's specialty. Mine was getting to hotheaded and going off on the nearest person and right now, for some reason I don't know, I was feeling hotheaded and I craved a fight.

About the time I decided I wanted to fight, Goten pulled the door open and without thinking I slugged him. Caught off guard, Goten was sent flying back into the house and crashing through one of the endtables. I heard Bra shriek as I flew past her and pinned Goten down. By this time mother started shrieking too and I was punching Goten in the face, trying to break every bone in there. I growled when I didn't hear any break, 'Kami, you really do have a thick skull Goten!'

Goten struggled against my hold and tried pushing me away. At first he wasn't fighting back but then he powered up to Super and started pushing me up. His teal eyes stared up at me and I noticed he hadn't tried to hit me. He was using Super as a defensive move, trying to use his energy to force me away a few inches so he could wiggle away.

I glared at him with my own ocean blue eyes and powered up to Super, then I slammed my forehead into the bridge of his nose. Hearing a successful crack, I grinned a wide and cocky smirk. Bra was screaming her head off and mother had left the room to go get my father. Slyly, I slipped in a few elebows and successfully cracked his jaw and crushed in his left cheekbone.

Before long, my father had pulled me off and drug me out of the living room and slammed me into a chair in the kitchen. I grinned as arrogantly as I could and crossed my arms, receiving a rough punch in the face from my father as he grumbled out, "Power down, now."

I abided and kept my arrogance in place, "Happy now?"

That comment got me another punch and I almost fell out of my chair, "Boy, what is wrong with you?" He fiercly glared at me and threateningly rose his power level.

"Heh, father I don't think you should be asking me what's wrong. Why don't you go tend to Goten, just as mother and Bra are?" I glared up at him and rose my power level equally to match his. This was a battle that I didn't intend on losing and I hoped that he knew I wouldn't back down just because he's my father or the so called 'Prince of all Saiyans'.

Surprisingly, he backed off. "Go to your room and cool off."

Obediently, I stood and walked out of the kitchen into the living room and up the stairs past Goten and his hoard of nurses; including my father. I snorted at the sight of them helping him, afterall Goten was a Saiyan and he should fend for himself, but something inside me felt bad for what I did especially since Goten didn't really do anything; he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. 'I'll apologize to him later and explain. He should understand,' I thought to myself as I walked into my room and layed across the bed.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TRUNKS?" My sister slammed the door off the hinges and screamed at me from the doorway, "Goten is laying in the hospital wing all intoxicated on pain killers," she swung her arms dramatically, "and I mean he's on ALOT of them! All because you were such a jerk and beat him up for nothing! How dare you! He didn't even do-ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?" She shrieked and stomped her foot dramatically. "Trunks you're such a JERK!"

I raised an eyebrow when she became quiet, "Are you finished?"

"AM I FINISHED? HOW CAN YOU EVEN ASK THAT!" Before I knew what was happening she had about fifty ki blasts heading my way and while I was distracted trying to deflect those away she kicked me in the jaw. Something cracked and I flinched. "NO I'M NOT FINISHED!"

Just as I was about to go Super and send her flying out of my room, someone pulled her off of me. "Bra, leave him alone." It was Goten, surprisingly. "I want to talk to him alone." He watched as she looked at him, puzzled, "Go downstairs with your mother, I'll be there in a bit. Okay?"

Bra nodded and looked back over at me, then to Goten before she finally walked out the doorway.

"What was all that about?" Goten asked quietly as he sat down in the computer chair across from my bed. His face was dashed with dried blood here and there. It looked as if he'd been ran over by a semi-truck.

I didn't know how to answer him or what to even say so I just simply shook my head, "I don't know why Goten. I really don't." I looked up at him with sad and tired eyes, "I just.. I'm so frustrated at everyone who is happy and everyone who is keeping secrets! I want her back, I want one chance to tell her that I didn't mean it!"

Goten nodded once, "Who knows when you'll get that chance though." He frowned a little, "I'm sorry that everyone has been keeping secrets, but it's best if you didn't know what they were saying. It would only frustrate you more."

'Wow, Goten sounds smart..' I thought to myself and had to fight back a smile. "Yeah, but it's not fair!" I knew I sounded like a whiny eight year old, but I didn't care. "If it's about me, I should know!" Grimly, I frowned and looked down at the hardwood floor, "I really screwed things up between me and Pan, huh? Maybe I shouldn't have ran from my feelings. She knows that I run away from everything when some emotion comes up that I'm scared of. She shouldn't have left... I shouldn't have said that to her..."

"Trunks, let's just forget about this. I mean, my face," he chuckled a bit. "But you really shouldn't worry about what they're saying, it's not that important anyways." He stood up and looked over at me with a sheepish grin, "C'mon, I think your mom is gonna start making dinner soon."

I nodded and stood with a grin, food sounded really good right about now.

*Pan's POV*

I watched as two Discennian's faught in the ship's arena and snorted in disgust, they wouldn't be able to keep up to par with a Saiyan. Smugly, I crossed my arms and reclined back in my chair and made myself look as bored as possible.

"Miss Pan?" A servant of King Duelca tried for my attention.

"Yes?" I answered without looking toward her. This was my way of starting over. I refused to show anyone respect if they didn't show it to me first. Thats the way I should have been on Earth, maybe they would have thought twice about just handing me over.

"King Duelca has requested your prescence in the community hall." From the corner of my eye I saw her hold out something to me, "He's requested, also, that you wear the robe of a Royal."

I nodded and turned to face her, "Thank you." Before I heard her speak again, I gathered the robe in my arms and spoke softly with a small gentle smile, "Where is the commuity hall?"

The servant girl smiled in return and began leading the way. We were halfway down the hallway when she stopped and gestured toward a door, "This is a changing room, you can change in here and then we'll continue on to the community hall."

I nodded and opened the door then closed the door behind me. The room was rather small, it had one full length mirror, a small sink, and a couple chairs. I draped the robe across one of the chairs and looked into the mirror. My hair hung down to my sholders and I wore a white tank top and pair of jeans, I looked like the same girl from Earth so how come I didn't feel like her.

Without another thought, I pulled my clothes off and slipped the robe on. It was much like a dress, but ones that you'd see back in the Medival times. It was a rusty red color trimmed in a gold yellow, with sleeves that reached mid forearm and the bottom of it covered my feet and drug the ground. I glanced up into the mirror, I looked like a beautiful princess from the Middle Ages. 'If only Trunks could see me, I bet he'd have a heartattack.' I frowned at the thought, Trunks had really never made any gestures that he thought I was beautiful or anything.

As quickly as possible, I folded my shirt and jeans and walked back out the door where the servant girl was. She cheerfully took my clothes, "I'll take these to your room after I show you to the community hall." With another cheerful grin she turned around and started walking, I reluctantly followed.

Something about the servant girl bothered me, it was like she wasn't really happy but was pretending so that others around her would feel more comfortable. My heart ached for her because I knew how that was. But she was such a pretty girl, she shouldn't be upset or sad. "Is something bothering you," I asked before I could stop myself.

The girl stopped in her tracks and turned to face me, "No, nothing at all." She smiled here, "What makes you think that?"

"Um, nothing." I smiled apologetically.

She smiled warmly, "Are you ready to go, now?"

"Yes," I nodded and waited for her to continue on.

"The community room is through those doors," she gestured toward two metal double doors to the left of us. "I'll be taking your clothes to your room, if you need anything else feel free to let me know."

I nodded again and walked through the doors and looked around quietly.