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Lucky Chance 13b

You could say I was stunned. Seeing my grandpa, my mother's father for the first time was...something. He wasn't quite what I expected though. Not the type of role model I'd want to look up to. What bothered me the most was I didn't know anyone who had been here when his rise to fame began. I'm guessing it started after grandpa Goku's battle with Vegeta. But everyone I know was occupied, too busy to notice. Bulma, father, and Krillin were in space, grandpa Goku was in the hospital, Vegeta wasn't even on Earth, and the others were dead. I blinked a few times, realizing something was flashing in front of my face. I finally focused back into reality and noticed Trunks waving his hand in front of my face.

"Hello?!" he called. "Earth to Pan. Are you in there? Paging Pan. Please pick up the green 'sane' phone." I shook my head of confusion and slapped Trunks' hand away playfully. "Good, you're awake."

"I never fell asleep," I murmured. Trunks looked at me skeptically.

"You okay?" he whispered. "You kinda dozed off when you mentioned your grandfather, Hercule."

"It's just...weird," I said back. "That's all." I checked my watch. "Well, it's getting late. I think we should head back. I don't even know where my other grandpa is."

"Goku?" Trunks was still a moment, as if searching for his ki. His eyebrows went down. "That's weird, I can barely sense his ki. It's...far away." I looked at him strangely.

"And you said I'm going insane!" I laughed. Trunks glared at me. "C'mon, I'm in the mood for something to eat."

"Ever heard of ice-cream?" he said with a smirk, pointing to the snack bar. I looked over his shoulder to it.

"Nope, but it sounds tasty!"

"Mom used to tell me about. She said as soon as the androids stuck, they just didn't have resources to be making dessert foods anymore." I brightened and dragged Trunks to the snack bars. My eyes lit up with I saw the selection.

"Wow! Look at it all!" I squealed. "I didn't know there was so many!" After browsing through the flavors, I picked bubble gum and Trunks picked cookies and cream. After paying for it, we sat down on a bench. Not even asking any more about the snack, I took a big bite, quickly regretting it. "YIKES!! IT'S FREEZING!!" I began jumping around like an idiot, pressing my hands to my head. Finally, I was able to swallow the whole bite of ice-cream. "Trunks!! Why didn't you warn me?"

"Because I didn't know," Trunks hollered, laughing like a moron. "But thanks for giving me a heads up!" In a fit of rage, I dumped half of my cone of ice-cream of Trunks' head. He let out yelp, but didn't stop laughing. Soon, I could keep up my glare and burst out giggle as well. I guess I'm not very good at glaring or staying mad at someone.

The day wrapped up and I spent the night at Capsule Corp. I just knew Trunks wouldn't let me live down the ice-cream incident. And just as I thought, he was retelling the story to his mother, word for word. I even threatened to dump freezing water on him at night when he was sleeping, but that didn't stop him. Now where can I get a barrel big enough to fit 10 liters of freezing, cold water? Luckily for Trunks, Bulma stopped me from following though with my water plan. We also told her about our encounter with Grandpa Satan. That night, I gave a little bit of thought as to what grandpa Goku was up to. Now that I thought about it, it was two days until the Cell games. Tomorrow, I had to do some serious training. I still wanted to know what was up with my hair. Silver streaks just don't appear everyday, y'know. Trying not to think about it too much, I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning...

"I don't think so!" I yelled to my opponent. I closed my eyes and concentrated. Eyes flickering open, I threw a punch in the air, feeling it connect with something. Then I heard a thud and cursing. Sighing, I offered my hand. "You're picking up in some of you dad's swearing habits." Trunks growled and took my hand.

"Dude, I almost had you," he muttered. "When did you get so strong? I can barely keep up with you without turning super saiya-jin."

"I drink my milk and hate my life," I muttered sarcastically. We were in the middle of a sparring session. Some how, I was actually able to keep up with and slightly surpass Trunks. We were about to start again when we heard a loud sound. "What the...?"

"Don't mind that," Trunks groaned. "Dad's been back for the past few days and he's been nothing but noisy." I blinked a few times. Without another word, I walked to the gravity room. "Pan, what are you doing?" I ignored him as I pressed the open button on the room. The door opened slowly, followed by yelling.

"Who in the fu-" Vegeta cut himself short when he saw me. "Oh, it's you, brat. Come for another beating?" I stared at him like a three-year old would, confused by him would even though I clearly knew what he was talking about.

"How's it going?" I asked calmly. He growled at me.

"Go away and don't disturb my training or you'll become one of my punching bags."

"I hope you know your taunts don't scare me," I said smugly. Vegeta stopped in mid punch.

"That wasn't a taunt," he muttered. "That's more of a prediction of the future." He resumed his train once more. I stood in the doorway, unwavered by his insults. He stopped and glared at me. "If you're gonna stand there like a moronic fool, then at least close the freaking door, for Vegeta-sei's sake!" I stepping in at his invitation and closed the door, much to Trunks' surprise, who was still on the outside.

"Can I talk to you?" I asked kindly. He ignored my for a moment, concentrating of his training.

"I don't talk, I fight," he growled. I half-closed my eyes.

"Fine by me," I whispered before lunging at him, fist drawn. As if predicting my moves, Vegeta blocked it and make a move to kick me. I jumped back and phased out behind him. I kicked his side and punched him jaw. He did a flip to avoid my next attack and fired a ki blast at me. Anticipating that, I deflected it and fired on of my own. He blocked and jumped forward with the smoke as his cover. He connected a punch in my stomach and jabbed my back. As I fell forward, I used my hands to propel myself forward, doing a front flip, out of danger. I appeared behind him once again, grabbed his arms in a lock, and put my knee on his back.

"Now can we talk?" I asked again, this time less kindly. He growled.

"What?" he snapped.

"Why do you hate your son?" I demanded, pulling his arms back to make him see I wasn't joking. He didn't say anything. Knowing it was a touchy subject, I gave him some time.

"Don't think that you and him can just show up and have my respect," he muttered. "You have to earn it."

"I thought he earned it when we beat Freeza," I spat back. "Your life long tormentor, defeated at the hands of your offspring. I thought that would have made you proud. Proud of that and the fact your son's a super saiya-jin at such a young age. Doesn't that mean anything?!" He was once again silent. Sighing, I gave up and released his arms. "Forget it. What do you know about being a father?" The last words I said with such a bitterness that I almost could have sworn that Vegeta flinched. With that, I left the gravity room to let Vegeta think about what I said. Trunks had been waiting for me outside and I motioned him to follow me, but I was suddenly stopped in my tracks when I heard some simple words.

"I am proud..." That made my heart stop for only a second. I smiled despite myself. I had gotten Vegeta to admit the one thing he would probably never say for another 100 years. Or maybe 7 if he was lucky...

"What's that mean?" Trunks whispered to me about what Vegeta said. I looked at him and gave him a quick kiss.

"Nothing..." I whispered back. "Nothing Vegeta wants to repeat right now."

That evening, we went to a steak house called Steak House Supreme for dinner. Bulma recommended it. After being seated, we heard a loud cheer from the other side of the restaurant.

"Happy birthday," they screamed. I sighed.

"I guess someone's here for their birthday," I muttered. Trunks rubbed my shoulder.

"Relax," he purred. "Wouldn't you want people to make a fuss about your birthday?"

"My birthday is in 7 months." The waiter approached us with a pad of paper.

"You ready to order?" she said in a thick southern accent. I looked down at the menu. Everything seemed so...un-filling.

"I'll have the Steak Supreme," I politely replied.

"That sounds good, same here," Trunks agreed. The waitress' mouth dropped.

"Are you sure?" she said in a shaky voice. "The monster is huge! Only two people have ever finished the entire thing without being sick." I stared at her.

"Two? Who?" I asked.

"Their photos were taken over there," the waitress pointed to a board labeled 'Steak Supreme Awards'. "We give out awards for people who finish the steak and take their picture to be honor for all time." I dragged Trunks over to the board and looked at the photos. To my surprise, it was grandpa Goku and Vegeta. Not together, of course. Goku's picture was of him when he was a lot young, with that big Son grin of his. In Vegeta's picture, let's just say he wasn't too happy to have his picture taken. I smirked.

"We'll take the challenge," I said smugly.

A group of people had gathered around to watch. I guess they needed to get out more. The waitress returned with two extremely large plates of steak. She placed one in front of me and other in front of Trunks.

"First one to finish the steak wins," Trunks whispered to me.

"You're on, lavender!" I replied. Immediately, we began eating. The spectators were shocked at how fast we could eat. Half of both steaks were gone in less than 5 minutes. It looked like Trunks was winning. Darn! He's probably got a bigger saiya-jin stomach. My next move shocked everyone, including Trunks. The last piece of steak was about as big as CD, but I managed to stuff in all in my mouth. The crowd went silent. I chewed for a couple seconds and swallowed. Some of the audience 'ooh'ed and 'aww'ed.

"I win," I chuckled. Trunks playfully slapped my back.

"Now don't get sick on us," he said sarcastically. He finished his steak in no time. Our waitress shakily walked up.

"You both finished...?" she asked. We nodded. There came an uproar of cheers. The waitress ran off and returned with a camera. "Say cheese!" I leaned and gave Trunks a kiss on his cheek as the picture was snapped. The waitress took the picture and walked off, returning with a copy of it. "This one's for you two. Congratulations!"

"I'm hungry still," I whined. The waitress laughed nervously, probably thinking I was joking or something. Trunks and I walked to the Steak Supreme Board and saw our picture there.

"Cute couple," Trunks laughed. I looked at the picture the waitress gave us.

"We'll have to make a scrap book for when we get married," I joked. Trunks chuckled nervously.

We got home around 10 PM. A part of me was feeling anxious because tomorrow was the last day to prepare for the Cell games. Gohan left a message with Bulma telling me that Goku was back and they were on Kami's Lookout. He didn't give anymore details than that. I wanted to go up and say hi, but decided not to. I guess I was being lazy or something.

The day was drawing closer. The false sense of peace was finally wearing out and fear was striking through all the hearts of the Z gang. Except Vegeta and Piccolo. I could only do everything to not think of it. I had to take small steps or I was going to stress myself out. I decided to sleep in a spare bed Baby Trunks' room, just to keep an eye on the little tyke. Even big Trunks decided to hang out there for awhile. I happened to have a book about horoscopes, so I was reading from it.

"Trunks, what's your sign?" I asked, lying on my stomach on the bed. Trunks looked from his baby self to me.

"Pardon? I didn't hear you," he murmured.

"You astrological sign. What is it?" I repeated. He pondered that a moment.

"Scorpio, I think." I looked through the pages of the book until I got to Scorpio.

"Alright then, Scorpio! It says here you keep many secrets of your heart to yourself and your compatibility sigh is..." I trailed off. That sign wasn't mine. Oh well. Horoscopes are a bunch of bull anyway.

"What's my compatibility sign?" Trunks asked, curious.

"Curiosity killed the saiya-jin," I growled. "Besides, you don't actually believe this stuff, do you? It technically doesn't apply to us since we're not based on stars, being part alien."

"Read yours at least." I sighed and flipped a few pages ahead to Sagittarius.

"Sagittarius! You can be a very fun person to be around and your attitude to life can brighten even the darkest rooms. But that is only the first layer. You have a Mellon-collie persona. Deep down...you're a very sad one indeed..." Again, I trailed off. So it was right after all. That seemed to fit me perfectly. Of course, the only thing wrong with it was the compatibility sign.

"Sounds like you," Trunks said with a smug grin.

"Wipe that grin off your face!" I joked. I put the book on the side table and got up, walking to the baby cradle. The baby inside giggled when he saw me. "Aw...you're so adorable as a baby, Trunks-kun."

"Am I really?" Trunks asked. He took a look as his past self and sigh. "If all goes well, he won't grow up the way I did." I put my arm around him and gave him a reassuring squeeze.

"Of course everything will go well," I whispered in his ear. "I promised you we'd both make it, remember? We're gonna see the first sun rise in our future of peace together." I gave him a light kiss. "Promise."

"It's a promise," he whispered.

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I couldn't believe how quickly time had passed. The next day quickly melted into night and before I knew it, the day of the Cell Games had arrived at long last. It was bad enough I was terrified for my own life, but now I was worried for the lives of my loved ones. Gohan, Goku, Chi-chi, Trunks, Bulma, everyone! I woke with a start that morning, bright and early. I had spent the night at Capsule Corp. again because Goku said he needed to take care of something and need me to stay and 'protect the others'. Yeah right. I saw right through his lie, but I wasn't about to object. He probably wanted to spend some quality time with Chi-chi and all. It was probably their last night together anyway. So I went down stairs, showered and ready for the tournament, and had some of Bulma's cooking, if could be called 'cooking'. Edible yes, but tasty no. Trunks was waiting, surprisingly with Vegeta. He flashed me a quick smirk, but it was hard to tell if it was a regular 'I hate you' smirk or 'I respect you' smile. I smiled back, not caring which way. Breakfast was quiet and quick. Once we were done, we said our farewells to Bulma and walked outside to assemble. Vegeta was a little later than us. I peeked back into the kitchen and over heard a part of their conversation.

"Vegeta, please take care of yourself," Bulma pleaded.

"I always do," Vegeta grunted. "I don't really need you to tell me that."

"I know, but please, don't do anything rash. I want you to come back in one piece." I caught a glimpse of Bulma taking a step forward and giving Vegeta a hug. He didn't even flinch. Then I heard a faint murmur, muffled by his shirt. "I love you, Vegeta." Vegeta's eyes soften slightly as he raised one hand and returned the hug. It was such a tender moment. I quietly crept back out to the front yard and waited. Vegeta soon joined our group again and took off ahead of us. I grasped Trunks' hand and flew with him, towards Cell's tournament grounds. Towards what might be certain doom.

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Eck! That took forever to get out onto paper and even longer to write on the computer. Thank god this is finally done. That's it for Journey to the Past. Stay tuned for Cell Games!! And once that's done, and Back to the future or whatever I called it is done, it'll be time for LUCKY CHANCE 2 the sequel!! EEEE! Yatta!