Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Here Without You ❯ Chapter 3

The miles just keep rolling as the people either way to say hello

"Mr. Briefs we have landed in Osaka sir." The attendant stated. I look up at her, and smile.

"Thank you." I tell her as I get up to exit the plane. Osaka had always been Pan's favorite city for some reason and for the life of me, I cannot figure out why it is. It could perhaps be the beauty of the city that has her so entranced.

I am here in the city and I have no idea where to even start looking for her, I mean she may not even be in the city at all. I mean I know not to get my hopes up, I know I'm probably bringing myself up for disappointment, however I feel as if she is here somewhere, but where?

I take a deep breath and decide first things first, check into a hotel room. I decide to use cash only, I really do not want the locals buzzing on the fact that I am in their city. I grab a taxi.

"Where to sir?" The cabdriver asked.

"The nearest Hotel." I tell him.

"Right away." The driver stepped on the gas pedal and zoomed in and out of traffic, he stopped at one of the most prestigious hotels in Osaka.

I get out of the taxi, handing him my fare. I look at the hotel and walk inside of it. I go up to the front desk. "May I help you?" The woman behind the desk asked me.

"I want a room." I tell her.

"Name?" She asked, however it took me awhile to comprehend what the word meant.

"Excuse me?"

"Your name, what is your name; I cannot give you a room unless you give me your name."

I couldn't say Trunks Briefs, I'd have the media here in no time, no it's got to be an unknown name. "It's uh…" I look at a picture of some birds, "Jay…" I stop I need a last name.

"And your last name?"

"Jay…uhm…I look around. I notice she is writing with a felt tip marker. Jay Markesan.

"Alright, Mr. Markesan." What type of room would you like?

"A single will do just fine I don't plan on staying to long." I tell her. That was the truth as soon as I found Pan or found out she was not actually there I was gone.

"Well you will be in room 123A, the bellhop will take up any luggage you have."

I smile, and say. "I have all my belongings in capsules."

"Oh, well then here is your key and checkout time is 9am." She says as I head to my room, I enter the room it was a quaint single, with a bathroom and a bed. A TV sat in the corner. Not to my usual standards, but then again I always go the penthouse and presidential suites.

I grab a phonebook to look up some other hotels, Damn, I should have asked it there was a Son Pan, wait she would not be using her real name she be using an alias of some sort. What name would she use, she might use her mother's name of Satan, I will try it, and I call up the front desk.

"Front desk, how may I direct your call." The woman asked.

"Yes, this is Jay Markesan in room 123A I was wondering if you had a guest here with the name Son Pan."

"I'll check, my computer don't show anyone by that name." She tells me.

"Can you check, Satan, Pan Satan."

"There was a Pan Satan, who had checked in two months ago, she had left however last Sunday."

"She did, do you know where she went."

"I can't divulge that out to anyone, I'm sorry sir." She apologizes and hangs up.

I hang up my end.

I hear this life is overrated but I hope it gets better as we go

Pan was here, however she had left. If only I could feel her Ki, Pan why are you wearing a Ki blocker don't you know I'm trying to find you? I shout to her, frustrated.

I open the phone book; I turn it to the yellow pages and start dialing up hotels, motels, bed and breakfasts, inns, and lodges. No one has had a guest with the name Son Pan, or Pan Satan or had they had a guest fitting her description.

She was not in the city any longer; she was not anywhere to be found. However, I was determined, determined to find my one true love, no matter how long it took, or what I had to do.

I pick up the phone; I am calling my private Investigator. He is the one who spy's on other companies and what not, he's a good friend, I'm sure he'll find Pan in no time.

"Hello, PI Stephenson speaking." He answers his phone formally

"Stephenson, Trunks Briefs, I need a favor."

"Mr. Briefs, what kind of job do you need done."

"Do you know how to find people?"

"It all depends who I am looking for."

"The girl I love had left, I need you to find her, and I will pay you anything."

"This girl, who is she."

"Her name is Son Pan, she's seventeen years old, about 5'1" and weighs about 98 pounds, she has black hair and eyes."

"Seventeen?"

"Just find her; I'll email you a picture of her." I open up the laptop I had brought; I log on and send a few pictures of her to him. I had some pictures of her in my computer already.

"Wow she's a looker, no wonder you want to find her."

"Just find her, please."

"I'll try my best Mr. Briefs."

"Thanks." I hang up the phone, I hope he comes through; not having Pan around is slowly killing me.

Author's notes: Will Pan is found. If so will she still share the same feelings she did when she left.