Lucky Chance 10

Cell's power kept getting higher, almost without end. Finally, it stopped. But even if it had, he was still too strong for even grandpa. I had a feeling he wasn't done yet. There was probably another android left. It wouldn't be long before she was absorbed too. Not that I cared. If it wasn't Cell doing the absorbing, I wouldn't care less if the androids were killed. But I would have rather they die at Trunks' hands or mine.

"Grandpa, we have to do something!" I urged. "Cell's already too strong for us--" I was interrupted by another strong power.

"Tien!" grandpa yelled. "He's not supposed to be there!"

"He's going to get killed!" I cried. "Grandpa, we have to do something!" I sensed a shockwave of power from Tien. One after another, he kept attacking, keeping Cell back.

"He can't hold out much longer," Gohan yelled. "He'll burn out!"

"Cell is going to kill him!" I added. "Grandpa!" Tien's power was getting lower and lower with each attack. I feared for the worst. This wasn't supposed to happen. Cell's power got lower, but it kept getting higher after each attack. Finally, I felt Tien's power drop to almost nothing.

"Oh no!" tousan yelped. I bit my bottom lip and hoped that he was going to be okay.

"Grandpa," I whispered. "We have to go now. We don't have any dragonballs to wish him back."

"We wouldn't be able to anyway," grandpa muttered sadly. "He's already died once." Cell's power slowly began getting higher again. Suddenly, grandpa disappeared.

"Where'd he go?" tousan asked.

"To the battlefield," I replied. We waited a few minutes. At last, grandpa returned. He had Piccolo and Tien with him.

"Piccolo's alive?" tousan choked. Ojiisan said nothing and gave the two wounded fighters a senzu bean. Within a few seconds, Piccolo and Tien woke up.

"Wah..." Tien muttered groggily. "Where am I?"

"Are you okay?" grandpa asked. I breathed a sigh of relief that Piccolo and Tien were alright.

"Yeah..." Tien replied to grandpa. "Last thing I remember is fighting Cell. Did I win?"

"Nope," ojiisan laughed.

"But you held him off long enough for the androids to get away," I added bitterly. I didn't like the idea of aiding those heartless tin bots. I would have rather seen them rot in hell before I helped them. I suppose jiisan saw the glint of anger in my eyes.

"Don't worry, Pan-chan." he whispered to me. "Everything will get taken care of. We'll train, fight Cell, put an end to his android-absorbing tactics and you and Trunks get your revenge." I smirked.

It was another long wait until I sensed Cell again. He was blowing up whole islands now, probably trying to find and lure out the remaining android. I suspected it was that wretched bitch Juuhachi. I don't Cell would have gotten this strong by absorbing her alone, which meant Cell had taken Juunana first. I kept getting edgy every time he blew up another island, most likely full of thousands of innocent people. Dear Kami... I looked back at the large doors that concealed the Room of Spirit and Time and my beloved Trunks. Please hurry!

Just then, an air ship flew by and landed on the palace grounds. It was a Capsule ship, which meant only one thing.

"Bulma!" I cried and ran up to the ship. The blue-haired woman stepped out of the ship, her baby in hands. "I see you brought Trunks." I turned my attention to the little baby cradled in Bulma's arms.

"Say hello, Trunks." Bulma said in a baby-like voice. Baby Trunks giggled. I could help but grin at the frail child. It was hard to believe that this small baby was going to grow up into the man I was madly in love with. For now, I simply played with his chubby cheeks.

"You're so adorable!" I cooed. Trunks continued giggling at my touch. Bulma smirked.

"So Bulma," Grandpa started. "How come you're here?"

"What, no hello?" Bulma growled, slightly ticked at grandpa's greeting.

"Oh, hello," ojiisan laughed.

"I came to drop off some training clothing for you guys. By the way, you're missing two. Where are those bakas?"

"They already started train," tousan answered. "Speaking of which, they should be almost done." As if on cue, Popo-san appeared. We headed to the large brown doors. Very slowly, they opened, revealing a tattered and torn Vegeta in front and worn and tired Trunks behind him. The first thing I noticed about Trunks was his...his hair! It was so much longer than it usually was. It was crudely tied back with a piece of string, but a couple of locks of hair still hung in his face. Just a single look at him and I felt my knees go weak as I drooped to the floor. He was breath taking. I thought I was gonna pass out any minute.

"Trunks...T-trunks..." I tried to say. Dad was at my side within a few seconds and helped me up. Bulma, on the other hand, raced at Trunks' side.

"Holy crap! What's with the hair!" she shrieked. She gave it a firm tug to confirm if it was real. Trunks winced in pain for a second. "Why did your hair grow so long, but Vegeta's stayed the same?" Vegeta simply scoffed.

"Because, stupid," he muttered. "A full-bred saiya-jin's hair always remains the same, except when it's trimmed."

"Oh, so that's why my hair's the same," ojiisan said thoughtfully. I finally regained control and was at Trunks' arm in a split second.

"I...don't know what to say," I stuttered. "You look..." Again, I was at a loss of words. "Sexy!" I finally came up with the word, but quickly regretted it and covered my mouth. Trunks quickly turned a shade of red.

"Nice to see you too, babe," he casually said, trying to embarrass me. And it worked. I blushed just as quick as he did. "I missed you so much," he purred as he gave me a hug. For a moment, I forgot where I was and what was happening. All I saw was the sexy man standing in front of me. Without hesitation, I passionately kissed him. Obviously, by the gasps behind us, the group still wasn't prepared about me and Trunks. Especially Bulma, since that was the first time I had actually kissed Trunks in front of her.

"I don't believe it," she said aloud. "That's what I have to put up with?"

"Tell me about," Gohan sighed.

"Deal with it," Vegeta growled as both Bulma and Gohan. "They're probably verbally bonded." Trunks and I blushed. "He kept whining and whining, 'I miss Pan' and 'Is a year almost up yet?' Brat." If it was possible, Trunks' face got even redder.

"So...um," ojiisan said, I suppose trying to change the subject. "How'd it go? Did you surpass?"

"Well," Trunks replied. "We did get a lot stronger and nearly passed--"

"That's not important, brat!" Vegeta interrupted.

"Oh!" Bulma called. "I brought you two idiots some training armor. It's not quite the same, but I upgraded the style." She took out a capsule and popped it out on the ground. Out exploded a compartment of clothes. We quickly snatched up some armor and blue spandex, and changed into it. I thought I actually looked pretty good in the saiya-jin armor. The spandex was different. For starters, it was red. It didn't have long pant legs or sleeves. It was like a tank top with the armor over top and bikini bottom.

"Do you like it, Pan?" Bulma asked me.

"Yeah, it's great!" I replied cheerfully as I flexed my muscles.

"So what's the story with Cell?" asked Trunks.

"He absorbed an android," I whispered.

"Nani?!" Trunks yelped. "You've gotta be kidding me!"

"No joke," Piccolo grunted. "He got Juunana. Now he's looking for Juuhachi."

"No way..." Trunks seemed to daze out.

"Are you done yet?" Vegeta asked angrily. "I don't have all day. I'm going to go find Cell and deal with him myself." He wasted no time in blasting off in search of the monster.

"Listen, Trunks-kun," I whispered to him. "We gotta go now. For our training. You should probably go with Vegeta for now." He nodded.

"Take care," he said quietly. I gave him a quick kiss and let him go. He charged up slightly and blasted off after Vegeta. I stood there for a few seconds as he flew out of sight.

"Ready Pan?" ojiisan called from behind me. I slowly turned around and faced him.

"Yeah, let's go." I whispered. Popo-san led us to the grand doors of the Room of Spirit and Time. Very slowly, they opened, revealing a bright room. I looked at my grandfather, waiting to see what he'd do. He was still for a moment, almost like a statue. At last, he stepped into the room. I felt as if I had been holding my breath, waiting for him to move. I took a breath now and stepped into the room following grandpa. Now begun my year of hell without Trunks.