First note, did I really make it that obvious? They are her parents... Pan is the Visionary, but nornally the mate is younger (but not in this case), so Saiyan Chik... I'm sorry you were confused, I made that difficult to understand at first glance. All of everyones questions will be answered soon though. I'm trying to draw this out, but in a good way. :) so anywho, READ ON!

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Mai: 21

Trunks: 16

Goten: 15

Pan: 14

Bra: 13

Chapter 4: Inner Demons

Everyone battles their inner demons, but only some choose to show it on the outside.

Another sleepless night occurred for Mai. She sat up in her comfortable mattress, turning on the bedside lamp on the right nightstand. She guessed that she was lucky, tonight she could've awoken screaming from one of her many nightmares. She quietly jumped from her bed to the floor, and opened up the travel bag to find a journal with the writing, "Son-Brief Family." written on the front. It looked well older then it was, for the crusted remnants of debris on it.

She sat back on the bed, indian style and opened the book carefully. On the inside of the front cover, was a well preserved picture. Taken outside of a beat up Capsule Corp. It showed a young lavender haired man in what looked like blue Sayian armor, kissing the cheek of a woman with long black hair holding a little girl of about three. 'They looked so happy back then.' She thought.

The first entry immediately followed onto the next page.

Twelve days since the androids defeat.

The world was still scarred with the eighteen year terror they reigned upon us. what is left of any news station, is reporting that small groups of people are emerging from their underground homes, finally seeing the light for the first time as of late.

My only wish for the Eternal Dragon I have heard so much, is for our families to see the world we have strived for so long to save. I have the feeling that they would all be very proud.

- P-Chan

Mai flipped the decaying page over to the second entry, as she was engrossed in the words that she had read so many times.

Four years, six months since the androids defeat.

Today is one of the best days of my life... Again. Not only is it my little girl's seventh birthday, but in the next four months, I will become a father once again! Soon we will all go over to C.C. to celebrate with mom, hopefully without burning the cake.

Soon, school will return to session. And Mai will have a little brother to take care of. The world is in pretty decent shape, but I have a nagging feeling that it won't last of too much longer.

- T. V. B.

She thumbed over the last sentence, knowing that her father's fear eventually came true. She turned her head to the left, to see blaring red digital numbers flashing back at her; 3:45 am. She exhaled harshly wondering if she'll ever get back to sleep. As she was about to close the journal, a small black and white picture fell.

"Thirty one weeks" it said. Mai flipped it around with her fingers to see the outline of a little baby boy. Toshiro's sonogram picture. 'I always wondered how that was never lost.' Smiling at the memories of her teenage brother, she set the book on the side table, and fell back asleep.

Hours and hours later, there was a loud knock on the bedroom door. It came and went as the noise continued on the doors all down the hallway. "Get up you lazy bums, its time for breakfast!" Bra hollered. How in the hell could she be so energetic in the morning hours? Mai sat up in the bed, hair amessed as she looked once again at the clock.

10:15. She scowled, throwing the covers up and getting out of bed. Having to look semi-presentable, she brushed her long hair out and put it in a pony tail. Clad in navy blue t-shirt and black sweat pants, Mai left her room. She never thought much of leaving her room in pajamas before, so she didn't think much of it now.

Goten came down around the same time as she, mumbling almost incoherently, "I'm not a freakin morning person."

"Nobody is either, but Bulma and Bra apparently." She replied back yawning.

It was sometime before Goku and ChiChi arrived as well, making the group complete once again. A huge plot of food was placed on the table, and both Goku and Vegeta tried to dig in, but not before their mates made sure to get their own food.

Then it was the kids turn as Trunks and Goten grabbed it by the plates. Gohan grabbed a plate or two, placing them on the counter for Videl. Pan and Bra rushed through small portions, Bra grabbing the last three eggs before her brother. All while Mai just sat there, seemingly trapped within her mind.

"Eat up!" Exclaimed Bulma, snapping the trance. But all she grabbed was a small plate of food, and nibbled on its contents.

ChiChi noticed her hesitation, and asked if everything was okay. "Is your food not any good?" She continued.

Mai looked up at everyone staring up from their food to her, making her quickly shake her head. "Its wonderful. I was just thinking about stuff." There was no way she would ever think the food was gross, especially since Bulma and Mrs. Bunny cooked it.

Goku raised his eyebrow in question. "Like what?"

"Home." Was all she said. It wasn't exactly a lie, but her thoughts were being pulled different directions, on whether she should tell them. And what she should tell. Any slip could very well erase any chance of her existence.

Pan was the next to speak up, pulling some of her hair behind her ear. "It can't hurt to hear what happened to your home, can it?"

Again, Mai shook her head. "There's some things I cannot tell anyone. At least not yet."

That afternoon, Gohan and Videl went to a doctors appointment, leaving the four teens on the training field. But Mai didn't train, she needed to clear her mind some. Meditation helped her father, so why not her? Pinning her hair up, and fixing her sweatshirt, she adjusted her breathing, and focused. Hearing dulled slowly, senses sharpened. The way she breathed changed once again, as she settled into a rhythm.

It was all in vain though, as her mind could not rest, settling on a bad memory left on a loop. It took a certain Namekian to pull her from the current that became her mind, by pushing her back into the ground. "Your ki started jumping too high for my liking, get a grip." He said. She gasp for breath, trying to regain her composure as everyone rushed over to them, wondering what happened.

"Hello, Piccolo. What are you doing here?" Pan asked curiously. That was a good question... what was he doing all the way out here?

He crossed his arms over his chest answering stubbornly, "none of your business, now where's Vegeta?"

Huffing in frustration, Trunks just replied to him, rolling his eyes "Follow me." They all flew back to the house as Trunks pondered why everyone needed to talk to him. "Dad!" He yelled.

Soon he came out from a window to see the children and Piccolo. "Brats," he started. "Leave, go play or get some food." Everyone either nodded or cheered.

"We need to talk, Vegeta. About your visitor."

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