Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love Through Time ❯ Part One: The Past ( Chapter 1 )

Here's the next part of my first story. I don't own any of the DB/Z/GT character, if you still don't get the drift. Any comments, suggestion or whatever, you can email me anytime you want. Or you could always click that little review button down there.

I'd like to thank all those who reviewed my first chap. It made feel really good. Sorry if I've only updated now. So busy with the school and I'm studying in a German school when I can't still speak very good German. Anyway, here's the story…

Italics means thoughts of the characters

Part One: The Past

8 ½ months ago

Trunks looked down at Pan and took her hands in his. He didn't notice the waves making their way on their feet as they stood barefooted on the sand in the beach he leased for the night or the starry sky or the soft wind rushing by them. All he noticed was the woman in front of him.

Pan looked inquiring at him. Trunks was still amaze at how beautiful his girlfriend was. It was just like yesterday when he used to baby-sat her when her parents were out. It was hard to believe that the girl, that tomboyish, plain-looking girl had turned out to be a ravishing beauty. Her midnight black hair framed her heart shaped face, her dark eyes sparkling with life and love just above her pert little nose and full, sensual mouth. She used to be as thin as a stick and as curvy as one, but now, with her black, low cut strapless dress that barely reached her knees, you wouldn't believe it was the same girl. The dress (courtesy of Bra, of course) hugged every curve of her body. She had caused a stir back at the restaurant when they ate before going to the beach. The men, no one excluded, gazed longingly at her as she walked in with an air of pride while the women cast her annoyed looks.

"Trunks?" Pan asked when he still didn't say a word.

Trunks snapped out of her daydreaming and looked straight in her eyes. He had been waiting for this day a long time now. It might seem a little fast but he wasn't taking any chances of her getting away from him. It still surprised him that the woman he had been looking for and dreaming of being with for the rest of his life had been right under his nose, only realizing a couple of moths ago, right after she returned from her finishing school in Switzerland. She was everything he'd hoped for and more. Not only does he really love her but also with marrying her, the company's prestige would grow more.

"My dear Pan," Trunks started. "You have been blessing to me and I thank Dende for giving you to me. You are everything I want and more. That's why," he took a velvet box from his pocket and kneeled down, oblivious that his pant was getting wet, "want to ask you this very important question. Pan, my love, will you marry me and grow old with me and be my mate?"

Pan stood still in front of him while he slid the ring in her finger. It was beautiful and, obviously, expensive. The big diamond in the middle stood out from the other smaller diamond that stood around it. When it was set she felt her eyes misted with tears and she looked over him.

The wind teased his purple hair; his blue eyes showed his love and nervousness. Who would have thought that Trunks Briefs, president of Capsule Corporation, would be nervous while proposing to a woman?

Trunks took her silence and teary eyes as bad a sign and he looked at her worriedly. He spoke her name anxiously and Pan's head comes up from her silent observation. She looked down at him and saw he was looking straight at her.

Trunks is asking me to marry him! What should my answer be? Of course I should say yes! I love him and he loves me. This is what I want. What I always wanted.

Pan threw herself at him and pressed her lips in his. Trunks wasn't anticipating this reaction and fell on his back with Pan on top of him.

"Am I to take that as a yes?" Trunks asked when he was able to free his mouth.

"Yes, you fool," Pan answered, laughing.

Trunks laughed too and rolled so Pan was now laying on the wet sand and he was on top of her. His laughed dwindled down to smiles and he leaned down and touched her lips with his. Pan reacted swiftly, parting her lips to let his tongue thrust inside her mouth. Her tongue was there to meet his and she pulled his body closer to hers. They felt their Ki had risen to a higher level. But before anything got out of hand the waves hit their entwined bodies, sending them out of their passion filled senses.

"Hmm… Trunks? Don't you think it's best if we get up from here?" Pan asked. "It's not exactly dry down here and, as you could see, I'm all wet."

Trunks chuckled and stood up, taking Pan with him. Pan tried to repair the mess in her but to no avail. Her was now plastered to her face, her lips puffy with all the kissing; giving her the look of a woman who was just made loved to.

Trunks still smiled at her. "You look adorable in rugged way"

"Shut up," Pan muttered under her breath. "Just wait what daddy says about this. By and by, what time is it?"

Trunks looked at his watch and horror filled his eyes. "It's past 2"

Pan groaned when she heard that time. Gohan had allowed them to go out today only after 12. There's going to be a lot to pay when he finds out.

"Maybe we should go home now," Pan said.

"Maybe you're right," Trunks replied.

They tried to fix themselves as best as possible one more time before powering up and flying towards the Son house (as in Son Gohan's)

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Gohan woke up with a start. He sat up abruptly and tried to determine what kind of Ki it was and from whom. He crossed out power up when he realized it was a passion raised Ki. He relaxed a little bit when he realized there was nothing to worry about. He feels this kind of Ki every night, but it doesn't hurt to be a little wary. But when he found out the owner of the energy he stood up, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent and started to dress as soon as possible, his own Ki rising up deadly high. Videl, sleeping peacefully, felt the bed shook a little bit and woke up. He saw her husband dressing up and had had a fair guess how that came about.

"For God's sake, Gohan calm down!" Videl said, coming up beside him. "Those two are old enough to know what they are doing."

"Trunks is dead," was all he growled before he went down.

"Somebody help me," Videl prayed silently before grabbing a robe and going after him.

As if her prayer was heard Goku and Goten came knocking at the door before Gohan had a chance of flying away.

"What's happening here?" Goku asked. "I felt Gohan power up."

Goten looked around and realized someone missing.

"Uh oh. That late?" Goten asked Videl.

"Yeah," Videl answered.

Goku eyed his oldest son warily. "Gohan, Trunks is a very responsible man. You know he'll protect her with his own life. Not that Pan couldn't do that."

Goten cleared his throat. "Dad, I think you misunderstood what my brother's getting upset at."

Goku scratched his head. "And what does he really mean?"

Goten whispered something to his father and Goku finally understood.

"I see," he said. Then he turned to Gohan. "What's so bad about that? I mean he's a man and she's a woman, just like Chi-Chi and me, you and Videl or Goten and his girlfriends."

Videl's face bloomed crimson at the topic. Gohan's cheeks were a bit red too while Goten just looked at them, amused.

"Dad!" Gohan exclaimed, dragging his father at the corner, well out of Videl's hearing. "This is hardly the time to discuss it."

"But it's true. Wouldn't you want to have grandchildren?" Goku asked innocently.

Goten, with his sensitive Saiyan ears, heard what his father said and burst out laughing. Videl looked at him inquiringly.

"You don't want to know," was all Goten said when his laughter subsided.

Videl sighed and sat down on the sofa. Her father-in-law and brother-in-law were there so she wasn't worried anymore that her husband's going to blast off the house and hunt down the couple. As much as she admired and loved her Gohan, sometime he could be such a stubborn man. And a very protective father at that. Gohan and his father were still discussing something when Videl saw Goten's head perked up and looked inquiringly at the door.

Videl got tired of guessing. "What?"

"They're here," Goten answered.

Gohan and Goku finally felt the two Ki just outside the house. Gohan rushed to the door and opened it. Trunks and Pan stood there, kissing.

Goten cleared his throat loudly to get their attention. They finally realized they have an audience and when they turned their heads they stood face to face at the enrage Gohan. Trunks saw the deep scowl on his face and the murderous gleam in his eyes and he buried his face in Pan's hair.

"I'm a dead man," Trunks mumbled.

"Don't be absurd," Pan said lightly, but she stole a look at her father.

Videl looked at Trunks' disheveled profile and the even more disordered Pan. She smiled at them sympathetically.

"Would you two care to explain why you came home very late, and in this state nonetheless?" Gohan asked calmly, though his eyes were shooting fire.

"Dad, it's not what it seem," Pan tried to explain. "We… ah… took a swim at the beach Trunks leased this night, perfectly normal."

Gohan sniffed a couple of times before saying anything. "And with your clothes on, I guess."

Cursed Saiyan senses. They're as sharp as one couldn't imagine.

"I know you know nothing happened dad. You would have sensed it," Pan said reasonably.

"That's beside the point," Gohan said. He turned his attention on Trunks. "Touch her before you two get married and I'll promise I'll make you pay. I won't kill you because Pan would kill me then but I promise you will pay dearly."

Trunks swallowed hard before he replied, stammering, "Uh… y… yes… sir."

Goten, in the background, chuckled. Trunks gave him an annoyed look for not helping him out from his brother. Pan saw the look and she put her hand in Trunks' shoulder and giving them both a warning look.

Videl saw the ring in her finger. She squealed and hugged her daughter happily. Gohan, Goten and Goku looked at her as if she had lost her mind while Trunks smiled at the mother and daughter.

When Videl's hug eased a bit Pan looked at Trunks and said, " I told you she'll know soon. You can never get pass anything on a mother."

"What's all this about?" Goku asked.

"What do you mean?" Goten asked.

Gohan kept quiet, looking intensely from his daughter to his wife to Trunks and back again. Then he noticed what has got his wife all happy about. He threw a disgusted look at Trunks but was deeply happy that his daughter was happy.

"You treat her well. If you don't, you'll answer to me. I will personally make your life a living hell, " Gohan growled before coming up his family and hugging them in happiness.

"What did you know, " Goten said under his breath. "Trunks took the plunge."

"What?" Goku asked. "Will somebody explain to me what's happening here?"

"Trunks and Pan's getting married," Goten answered his father.

Goku smiled widely and slapped Trunks in the back. "Welcome to the club."

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"Wow! Trunks and Pan's getting married?" Bra exclaimed in wonder. "I'm surprised."

"Well, I'm not at all," Bulma said. "I'm so happy for you two."

"Oh, my Panny's getting married," Chi-Chi said, sniffing now and then. "My little granddaughter has turned into a wonderful, brilliant, beautiful woman."

"Oh, gosh grandma, you didn't have to paint me in such a way," Pan said, smiling.

"I, for one, agree with you Chi-Chi," Trunks said, taking Pan's hand and kissing the back of it.

"Well, if you ask me, Trunks does not deserve you Pan," Bra said. "What you saw in my disgusting brother still beats the hell out of me."

"You're his sister. Of course you're not suppose to see that," Pan teased. "It's mine to see. Besides, his good looking and nice and generous and many more."

"Eww… that's totally disgusting," Bra screeched.

Trunks and Pan smiled at each other. They sat in front of the whole gang in the living room of the Briefs mansion, bombarding them with question.

"When's it going to be?" Krillin asked.

"Where's it going to be?" C18 asked.

"How's it going to be?" Yamcha asked.

On and on they go on until finally Bulma ushered the newly engaged couple to get ready.

"We're going to be having a press conference today at 4 PM in the Capsule Corporation Headquarters. We need to get there soon."

"What press conference? What for?" Pan asked.

"Why, to announce your engagement of course," Bulma said, a little confused at Pan's questions.

"Oh. Do we have really have to?" Pan wined.

"Come on, honey. We have too. For the company's sake and our parents'," Trunks replied.

Pan thought hundreds of reason while they should not go and have a press conference, all reasons valid. But one look at Trunks' pleading eyes and all those reasons disappeared.

"All right, let's get ready."

Trunks smiled at her and kissed her lightly in the mouth.

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5 months after the engagement

"Kakarott, you're going to have to talk with that grand brat of yours," Vegeta said as he threw a punch in Goku's way.

Goku blocked the punch easily and threw one of his own. "What for?"

Vegeta blocked it too and kicked him in the side. "You could be dense, you know that. And dumb."

"Now I understand what you mean," Goku said, countering his kick with a Ki blast. "You want me to talk to Pan about her engagement with Trunks and about those publicity things that hates and loathes and about the fact that she had completely change her personality. An of course also the fact that she's becoming cold and insensitive when it comes to that son of yours."

Vegeta blocked the Ki blast and sent him one a lot stronger. "You do have a brain in that thick skull of yours."

"It doesn't take a whole lot of brain to notice that," Goku replied. "It take's a lot of sensitivity and caring. But anyway, Pan wouldn't listen. I know she won't. But I'll try."

"Do it. Before it's too late," Vegeta said and sent him his Big Bang Attack.

Goku lay on the floor, panting from their sparring in Vegeta's gravity room. "You bested me this time, Vegeta." (I'm tired of always reading Goku besting Vegeta in their sparring matches. So sue me.)

"Hmp!" Vegeta growled. "Just speak with that brat, understand? And be tactful. She might think we're against her and Trunks."

"Yes, Vegeta," Goku said, giving him the famous Son smile. "If I didn't know better, you really like my granddaughter."

"Just do it!" Vegeta boomed before storming out of the room.

True, he likes and respects Kakarott's grand brat. He never knew anyone, aside from his wife and daughter, who could stand up on him the way Pan did. She did a lot of pranks on him when she was a kid, pranks that he wouldn't have tolerated if it were another who did it. The fact that Bra was involved with most of it didn't count. He told her one time when she was 14 years old that she was a lousy excuse for a Saiyan when she interrupted him while he was training. She was looking for Bra that time. He blows up at her when she told him dead straight she was as Saiyan as he is. He invited her in for a spar and she gave him a spar only Goku could give him.

She was never coy, never simpers and is a great fighter. A true Saiyan, if he has any say about it. More Saiyan than her idiot of an uncle or even his own lazy son. But something was swallowing up her spirit. She had become an epitome of gentleness and feminine. She just stood there while the others swallow her up and be miserable.

And of course, being the daughter and only child of the great Gohan and Videl, one of the model citizens of the world, she was expected to be just like them. She never bothered before. But after that damn galaxy tour she had started to change, probably to catch the eyes of his son or maybe because of her old classmates or suppose to be friends, he wasn't sure. It was barely noticeable to the others, probably because they've been wishing and hoping for a long time that she'd turned into a proper young woman, worthy of being Gohan and Videl's daughter, but he noticed, and obviously Kakarott noticed too. Little by little her spirit dwindled down. Now she's always aware the media was behind them. She became reserve and prim and cold.

Vegeta growled. Since when he had been aware of this stuff happening around him. He only has one mission and that is to become stronger than Kakarott.

The brat doesn't interest me that much. It's just a shame that one of my most deserving people get to be treated like that. She does not deserve it. If it were I in her place I would have blown everyone off, public or not.

Then he thought all the time Bulma had dragged form one function after another, following the etiquette she drummed, pushed and shove in his brain. He smirked to himself.

That was different. I did all of that but I still didn't change. That's one thing I'll never let that woman do. Beside, I think she likes me the way I am. What would she do if I change and there's no one to keep her awake all night? She'll be bored to death.

He went and looked for his wife.

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"Hi grandpa," Pan said, smiling as she saw her grandfather walked in their house. "Had a good spar with Vegeta?"

She sighed a little bit as she looked at all the papers around her. The papers, of course, have something to do with her approaching wedding. It is supposed to be the wedding of the century. Over a thousand guess were invited, all important on their own. Half of those guess she haven't even heard of before. She looked again dejectedly at the mess around her.

I wish I could go out and do some sparing, just to have some brake with this hectic planning for a couple of minutes.

Goku read her thought. "Come, let's have a spar. You haven't been training for a long time."

Pan smiled at him. "I can't grandpa. I need to get this fix as soon as possible." She looked again at the mess then made her decision. "Hell, I could do this later. Come on then grandpa."

Pan took Goku's hand and they flew at the mountain behind their house. When they landed they quickly get down to business. Goku was already tired from his sparing with Vegeta but not tired enough to fend off all of Pan's attacks. It stood in reason because she was lagging from her training. He said as much when they were finished.

"How could I train?" Pan asked incredulously. "I have been very busy with all the preparation."

Goku found his opening at the topic. "Pan, I wanted to talk about all of this."

Pan frowned a little bit. Her grandfather was serious, and when he's serious something was really wrong. "What you want to talk about?"

"About you taking a big step of your life," Goku answered.

"I don't understand," Pan said.

"Let's just say everyone takes steps in their lives and most of them takes it willingly. I just want to tell you you're taking a very big step and I want you to take it willingly. Not because of other because it's not their life, but because you wanted to. You're answerable to yourself because it's your life you're holding in your hands.

And that should not ever change what you are. You're unique, one of a kind. Taking a step doesn't require you to be another person."

Goku looked at her and took her hands in his. Pan was looking at their hands, thinking deeply at what her grandfather told him.

"Sweetie, you use to do stuffs you wanted to do, not what others wanted to do. I just hope you're doing all of this for yourself. I love you so much and I want you to be very happy."

Pan thought about it for a long time.

Am I doing this for myself? Or am I doing this for the others?

Pan looked at her grandfather, smiling brightly at him. "I know what I'm doing, grandpa. I'm going to be happy. I know I will. I love him and he loves me and nothing's going to come between us, not the media or the company or anyone."

Goku smiled back at her but there was sadness in his eyes, which Pan didn't saw. Pan said goodbye to him, going back to the house and finishing her work. Goku watched her flew away, a concerned look on his face.

"I wish I could believe that Pan. I wish you could believed that Pan."

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Pan lay on her bed, thinking about her grandfather's words. It doesn't make sense to her. It confuses her that her Goku even thought of her doing something she didn't want. She loved Trunks, always have and always will. She had been doing everything since she could to make him hers since after the galaxy tour.

Come to think of it I was really different before I found out I liked Trunks. I used to be a terror, never backing up on anything. Heh, it branded me as a loose cannon. But that was the time of my life I had most fun.

Then there was her family and friends. She remembered an incident when she was fourteen year-old girl studying in an exclusive private school. It was one of the reasons why she changed. It had hurt her so much and that hurt changed her.

Pan turned on her side and looked at the picture on her side table. It holds two frames, one with the picture of her family and one with her friends. She smiled a little bit. They were the reason she was doing this, being the belle of the public. She didn't want them being ashamed of her so she tried, desperately, to be what they all wanted.

Her grandma Chi-Chi and her father wanted her to finish school with good grades so she spent a lot of her free time to study to become a straight 'A' student, which she did. Her mother wanted her to act femininely and to refrain speaking her mind out so the people wouldn't comment anything negative about her so she became Ms. Congeniality. Her friends wanted her to be there when they needed her, so she gives them her spare time to be a friend. The world wanted her to be perfect and so she tried with all her might to be the person they wanted to see, to know and to believe.

"That's the price I pay to be Gohan and Videl's daughter," Pan whispered to herself. "And now I have to pay a price to be Mrs. Trunks Vegeta Briefs."

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Bra and Pan sat on the floor of Pan's room, looking at wedding magazines and choosing what wedding gown Pan should wear and the bride's maid gowns. Marron was coming over later to give her say, since she is one of the bride's maids. Bra was her Maid of Honor.

"This one's totally beautiful Pan," Bra said, showing her the picture.

Pan looked at it and crossed it out. It was not her type. More like Bra and Marron's type. It was too revealing for her, too… modern. "It's very beautiful."

"You don't like it at all, I know. That's like the fourth wedding gown I showed you that you've refused," Bra said exasperatedly. "I wish Marron's here now. Maybe she could persuade you this is the style."

"You know it's not my stuff," Pan replied, giving up her pretense and flipping the pages of some of the magazines. "It might be yours, but it's not for me."

"Hmp! Whatever!" Bra scoffed.

Before Pan could say a word they were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. The person didn't wait for any answer and entered the room.

"Goten!" Bra squealed, scrambling to her feet and running to hug her boyfriend.

Pan groaned at their display of affection. They hugged and kissed as if they haven't seen each other for years. The last straw was when Bra traced Goten's lips with the tip of her tongue.

"Guys, you're pathetic," Pan said, braking up their little embrace.

"Oh, hi Pan," Goten said when he was able to free his mouth to talk.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Bra asked.

"Just checking on Pan," Goten answered.

"Checking on me, please. Probably sensed Bra's here," Pan said. "Don't you guys think it's time you come out clean. The family's going to be happy to find out you two are together."

Goten and Bra had been going out for a good half year now without telling anyone. Pan had guessed their relationship, so did Trunks, because they're the closest to those two.

"It's not the family we're keeping this secret from," Bra argued.

Pan smiled at that. "Do you honestly think Vegeta haven't found that out yet? With he being the closest to you? Just look at him when Goten's around. He always on guard at those time."

Goten paled at that piece of news. There's nothing he doesn't like avoiding than making the Prince of Saiyans angry. "You sure?"

"He's not going to try and kill you, you know," Pan assured them. "You've bonded, remember? It means that when he kills you, he kills Bra too. And you both know he'll never do anything to hurt his Princess."

"I forgot that," Bra mused. "Maybe we should come out clean about this, I am tired of watching my moves every time there's someone around."

"Maybe. The idea appeals to me," Goten said.

"Of course he could still make his point, you know. Vegeta could still beat you up pretty bad without hurting Bra," Pan added innocently, but her eyes are dancing with laughter.

"Pan! Stop scaring him," Bra said. She turned to him. "We only have a problem with dad. I can handle dad."

"You sure you would like to do this?" Goten asked fearfully.

"Maybe you should ask Trunks about this coming-out-clean-to-the-parents part," Pan suggested. "He did had a hard time with our dads."

Hard time was not enough to describe what Trunks had gone through with Gohan and Vegeta. Gohan beat him up pretty badly when he found out he was dating his precious little girl. Vegeta got his turn when he was informed of the bonding of his bloodline with Kakarott's bloodline. That didn't sit well with the Prince and told his son so physically. The two stop hounding them when they realized how serious they were.

"I'll keep that in mind," Goten said. "By the way, found a wedding dress yet?"

"She don't like any of the dresses I showed her," Bra said in disgust. Then a gleam came into her eyes. "I know, we could go to New York today. There's a fashion show there today. A wedding gown collection."

"Oh joy!" Pan groaned. "This will be like very… exciting!"

Bra narrowed her eyes at her. "Sarcasm doesn't suit you, Pan. Not when you're going to be the first lady of Capsule Corporation."

Pan groaned again at that reminder, which made Bra giggled and Goten snickered.

"Okay, make you a deal here Bra," Pan started. "Choose some wedding gowns, then you show it to my mother and Bulma. If you three got a wedding gown you all agreed to, that's what I'm going to wear."

Bra paled at that. "But Pan, you'll never find a wedding gown then."

Bra, Bulma and Videl have all different style and rarely agreed at when it comes to style. Pan knows that, everyone knows that.

"Okay, I'll just take what you and Marron agreed to, to stop these endless search," Pan conceded.

Bra smiled happily at her.

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Trouble actually started just a few more days before the wedding.

Everything was prepared, all participants' clothes and accessories are all ready, Trunks' suit was already made and Bra and Marron found a wedding gown for Pan. They reserved the Cathedral months ago and the reception was taking place at the best hotel in the place. The food and drinks were already ordered, enough to feed thousands of people and a small group Saiyans. Everything was going smoothly, that was aside from the bride and groom.

Trunks smiled courteously at the people surrounding him. They were people of importance here to celebrate his up and coming marriage to Ms. Pan Son. They were businessmen, politician and other prominent families. There were also some famous people, movie stars, models and singers. They were all hanging down on every word he says as if he was a messiah come alive, hoping for the young president to actually notice them.

Across them his future wife-to-be stood. Pan stood across the room taking to with Goten and some of her friends from college, totally unaware of him. It looked as if he was paying attention to what one of the person of his group, a model or something, was saying but he was actually watching her intently, seething inside. It makes him mad to have her treat him so, as if he didn't matter to her at all. It didn't matter that it was he who had wanted her not to make scenes in public or show anything that would hurt the family name. He's just sick and tired of her unresponsive response. It feels as if she didn't really care at all. Sometimes he thinks he was going to be making the biggest mistake of his life in a week.

Trunks' attention was forced to go back to the red haired woman in front of him. He smiled at her as if he heard everything she said. She was a beautiful woman, but not beautiful enough to be compared to Pan, in his opinion. If only she'd get jealous or something he might not be doubting where they stood or what her real feelings for him.

Trunks move a bit closer to the redhead, enough to make them look intimate but not enough to make any rumors fly. He plastered an interested look on his face as he watched Pan at the corner of his eyes, hopeful of a reaction.

Pan smiled at Goten as he cracked up one of his hilarious jokes; not really aware that the joke was a lame or that some of her friends from university were flirting a bit. She was only aware of the redhead who clung on Trunks' every word and almost, by the looks of her, wanted to clung on him.

Move away slut before I blast you to the other dimension.

Pan growled inwardly when she realized she was not allowed to do that to anyone, much less in public. Stupid, stupid rules. Always have to watch your entire move and word that comes out of your mouth to pass to this society.

Goten looked at her with an air of amusement, watching his niece and his best friend make each other jealous. They were, as far as he could tell, already boiling inside seeing each other in the company of the opposite sex. But it was barely noticeable, both trying to hide what they really feel from the public. He hoped they would resort this later when they were private, but he guessed they wouldn't. They were much too afraid and reserve to discuss the mater.

Goten sighed. They've grown farther away from each other than closer. I wonder when they're going to realize it?

Trunks seethed inside. No reaction came from his so-called fiancée. What's wrong with her? Why is she like this? But he doesn't have any answer to his question. She's been giving me the cold shoulder lately. Even when we're all alone she's being reserve. She doesn't like being touched aside from the proper way, as if we're not getting married or something. God damn it, if only she'd response…

Then an idea came to his head.

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"Come, Pan. I want to take you somewhere," Trunks whispered to her.

"Where? And how is it special," Pan asked.

"Trust me," Trunks said.

Pan nodded at him and they made their way out of the party, careful not to make the guests find out their going. When the coast was clear Trunks took her hand and they flew away, him guiding her. Then they landed in front of a house Pan didn't know to whom belong.

"Where are we?" she asked him.

"This," he said gesturing with his hand, "is going to be our house. Don't you like it?"

Pan looked in awe at the beautiful house in front of them. It was not very big, certainly nothing like Capsule Corp. but it was really nice, a two-story detached house. It doesn't have the look of modern, plain houses but more like classical and artistic type.

"Oh Trunks, I love it!" Pan said.

Trunks smiled at her and showed her the house. Pan looked through it in awe, loving every detail of it. Then they came in to the master's bedroom. It was plainly the largest room in the house. A king sized bed stood at the middle, with two tables at it's side. The lamp at the corner, heaving some romantic sense dimly lighted the room. Trunks took Pan's hands in his and looked straight into her eyes. He slowly leaned down and captured her mouth with his, assaulting hers with passion he'd been keeping inside. Pan responded automatically, though deep down quite reluctantly, and she kissed him fully. But she'll never let this go too far. She'd guessed he showed the house to her to give himself an excuse for her to drop her belief of remaining a virgin till their wedding. But it's not going to work, with the media in her uppermost mind. And the fact that her family might get a bit disappointed with her if she does it.

Pan stopped the kiss when Trunks hand wandered down her breasts.

"I think I should go home," Pan said. "Mom and dad must be worried now, specially if they found out I didn't go home with Goten."

It was a lame excuse, they both know it. Trunks' rage was near the border but he acted the gallant fiancé, not letting Pan realize how close he was from braking this goddamn engagement. He flew her back to her house, not touching her anyway and they both parted with a lot of thoughts in their mind.

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"I think I'm going to be making a mistake in four days time."

Bra looked at his brother incredulously. "What?!"

"I said I think…"

Bra cut him. "I heard that." She glared at him. "You're not telling me you're going to back out now that there's only a few days left, are you?"

Trunks sighed gravely, sitting heavily at one of the couch that occupies the living room. Bra sat at the floor, apparently doing some of her work or something else.

"I honestly don't know," he answered.

Bra suddenly smiled. "I see then. You're having a wedding blues, am I right?"

"No. I think it's far more serious than that," he replied.

Bra looked at him worriedly, but she guessed he needed a sympathetic ear at the moment. And maybe find out what was bothering him. After all of their differences they are still siblings.

"Want to tell me about it," Bra asked when he didn't say a thing. "I might be able to clear out something since I am Pan's best friend."

Trunks looked at sadly. "I don't know what's wrong. Everything is actually fine and perfect. Too perfect. And I'm begging to hate every minute of it."

Bra was surprised to hear that from her brother. Who would have thought he felt that way? He and Pan looked really good together. They have been friends even before they were going out. Pan had done nothing but be the perfect partner to him, to be there when he needed her and live up to the family's honor. She said as much to him.

"You don't understand, do you Bra? How would you feel if Goten were to watch by as men after men flirted with you without showing even a hint of jealousy? What would you feel if he goes on with your relationship as if nothing was going to happened, even though problems are abound? How would you feel if every time you him in more than a proper way he act as if your touch is repulsive, or that what you're doing is not only wrong but a mistake." Trunks stopped talking.

"I guess I never thought of that, probably because we're not like that," Bra said after a while. "There must be a good reason for this to happened."

"Bra, please don't get me wrong here. I love Pan very much, and the fact that I do really love her makes this more complicated," Trunks said. "That's why, even though I'm blabbering here about my doubts I still am going to go through with the whole thing. I know it might not seem right but what choice do I have? Maybe it's just now and it would change after we get married."

"I don't know about this, Trunks. Its way out of my knowledge," Bra replied sadly. "But I'll try and make Pan see about this."

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It was Goten who put the idea of going to the future.

"Why does it have to be like this?" Pan complained sadly. "It started out really fine."

Pan paced at her room, throwing a pleading look at the bed's direction. Goten was lying there, having gotten dizzy by Pan's pacing.

"How do you honestly expect me to answer that when I don't know what has been happening?" Goten replied.

"You saw it last Saturday. That bitch was all over him and he didn't even have the courtesy to discourage her, not that I think he was being shrew or something. Then he goes there and shows me this house were going to live in once were married and tried to seduce me," Pan answered.

"How do you think he should react, with you surrounded by your friends from Uni. They were mostly male, if you didn't notice. And he's probably worried that you're not returning his feeling, which is why he tried to seduce you. If you haven't notice, you guys rarely had had time alone together."

"You're right, I didn't notice that," she mumbled. "But it doesn't justify him not discouraging that slut from hanging on him. Goddamn it, why does it have to be this difficult?"

Goten was probably the only one who knows her true nature, aside from her grandpa Goku. Bra might have guessed but she truly have no idea how smart mouthed she could be because she'd be horrified. And Pan doesn't have the stamina to go through a lecture from her on decorum.

"Honestly Pan. If you'd just say something about this to Trunks everything would have been okay," Goten said. "You guys should lighten up with each other, specially now that there are only four more days till your wedding day."

Pan growled. "As if I didn't know that. It's easier said than done, what with us in the center of the public's eyes. Sometimes I think I might blow from all the pressure. I think I'm doubting myself if I could go through with this."

"You would feel much better when you discus this with Trunks instead of me."

"Yeah, and he'd think I'm a jealous woman who couldn't handle to see him with other women. His job sometimes requires for him to entertain them, if you didn't know. And that I'm a fickle woman. But just a little proof that we're really going to be okay being husband and wife would really help me a lot."

Goten stood up and threw his hand in the air in frustration. "I give up. You're stubborn. You never knew when to give up. Why don't you try and use Bulma's time machine and see what the future holds for you." With that he went away.

Pan thought about what Goten said. She knows he didn't mean the last words he said but it was appealing to her. She could use the time machine and see the future. How easy could that be?

"Pan, you're such a dumb ass. Why didn't you think of that sooner?" Pan said to herself.

She decided to go on with that the next day.

So here she was, standing in front of the time machine. It was not yet too late to back out. She still has a choice. Don't go and have this growing doubt inside of her till the day of her wedding, or go and find out if she wasn't going to be making a mistake at all.

She went inside, her resolves firm. She looked at the controls and found the time setting display. She set it to three years to the future, a time she thought was able to show her if this marriage of them would work. After she set the time she barely had the chance to sit back when the time machine suddenly shook violently. She couldn't strap the seatbelts to herself because of the shaking and was tossed around the room. Before the shaking stopped she hit her head really hard on the wall. It was bleeding very hard. The shaking stopped and she crawled to the controls to see if she reached her goal. The LCD showed the same year as she was before and cursed herself violently for her stupidity. Now she has the whole gang on her head for doing this. Bulma and her father's going to kill her as soon as they found out what she'd done. She was still worrying about that when she passed out from weakness and lack of blood and from the bump on her head. She passed out, not noticing the two letters blinking with the year on the LCD. It blinks AT, Alternative Timeline.

"Bulma, here's the part for the time machine so you could complete it," Gohan said, handing her a box.

"Thanks a lot Gohan," Bulma replied. "At last my inventions going to work."

"Did you tell everyone that it still has some problems after we said it was clear?" Gohan suddenly asked. "I wouldn't want anyone using it."

"Don't worry, I checked it earlier. No one's been there. And I threatened everyone from going near that thing."

"I guess your right."

So guys, what do you think? Kinda boring with and long, I know. But I'll get better, I promise. This is my first fan fiction ever. As I said, pleasseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee review.