by Walker of Shadows

Pan sat on the window seal of her parent's bedroom window and watched them sleep. As she watched, Pan felt her heart fill with grief. She wished more than anything that she could just once more have a talk with them like she did just over a year ago. To most people it would be easy for them to go and stop by for a visit with their families, but for Pan it wasn't. See Pan wasn't like most girls her age. She wasn't even like most living people on earth. Pan wasn't even living at all. She was part of the undead. Pan was a vampire.

She glanced at her wristwatch. It's almost time for me to leave, She thought to herself as she floated back from the window seal and then up to her old room. Pan silently pushed open the windowpane, knowing that it will be unlocked. As she did a small smile came to her face, as she remember fixing this window so it would not lock. Her best friend Bra and her would sneak out almost every night in the summer. She fixed the window so she could sneak in and out easier.

She pushed up the window and climb inside her old room. Pan slowly made her way around the room, tracing her fingers on each of her old possessions. Surprisingly, her parents have kept all of her old things in the exact same order that they were in when she had last in here. They even left her shirt and shoes that she would constantly dump on the floor, whither they were clean or not.

Pan walked over to her old bed and sat down on the edge of it. She glanced over at her nightstand and noticed a picture on it. Pan felt tears come to her eyes as she picked up the picture. It was of her best friends Bra and Marron, her Uncle Goten, her other friend Uub, her life long crush Trunks and herself. It had been taken about six weeks before she died. Pan wiped the tears away as she remembered that time.

~flashback~

Trunks, Marron, Pan, Uub, Goten and Bra all sat under the shade of their favorite oak tree in Satan Park. Their parents were enjoying their selves, remembering their younger days. When they were constantly battling to save the world. Uub sat with his back against the trunk. Marron sat between his legs with her back resting against her boyfriend's chest. Uub's arms were wrapped protectively around her waist. They both had their eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun on their skin.

Bra and Goten were quietly talking about this and that. Every now and then Pan watched as Goten would take Bra's hand and intertwine his fingers with hers. Or he would gently brush a stand of Bra's blue hair out of her face. When he did, Bra would blush slightly. It was plain to everyone who saw these two that they were in the early stages of love. Much to the dislike of Bra's father Vegeta. Whenever he saw the two together, Vegeta would begin muttering in the langue of the Sayjins. Every now and then the words "Kakarrot's Span," could be heard in his mumblings.

Trunks sat on the other side of the tree with Pan by his side. Trunks was busy going over papers from Capsule Corp. Pan was trying her best to help him, while wishing that she and Trunks were acting like her friends, hopelessly in love and not afraid to show the world. But somehow she knew that it would never happen. Trunks would always think of her as his other "little sister". As Pan and Trunks went over the papers. Marron suddenly groaned.

"What's wrong Marron?" Bra asked.

"My dad is coming over with that new camera of his. He thinks that it is the greatest invention on earth. He takes pictures with it all the time. The only way he stopped taking pictures at home, was Mom threatened to break it over his head if he didn't stop." Marron replied sitting up.

"Hey guys! How about a quick photo?" Krillin asked happily as he pulled the camera out from behind his back.

The teens groaned in response. "Aww come on Dad! We were enjoying doing nothing. Do we have to?" Marron asked.

"Yes! When you are older, you will be glad that you will have photos and memories of your friends."

Trunks looked up from his paper work and shook his head. "I don't know Krillin. I have a lot of work to do before Monday. I don't think that I have any time for pictures."

"I'll tell you what Krillin," Pan began, "If you only take one picture then we won't tell 18 that you were going around bugging people with you camera."

Krillin though the proposition over for a moment. "Okay, it's a deal. One picture and I will leave you all alone. Agreed?"

"I have a lot of work to do." Trunks began.

Pan looked over at him and gave him a puppy dog look. "Please Trunks. For me?"

Trunks looked at Pan and sighed. He could never resist when she gave him that look. No matter what she asked. "Fine, one picture and that is it!"

Pan smiled and stood up. She extended her hand to help him up. "Thank you Trunks-kun!"

Trunks muttered something under his breath and stood up with Pan's help. "So Dad, any certain way you want us to pose?" Marron asked her father as the six friends gathered in a small group.

Krillin shook his head and held up his camera. "Nope, pose however you like."

The teens nodded. Uub wrapped his arms around Marron's waist and rested his head on her shoulder. Goten bent down and allowed Bra to climb on his back, while Trunks and Pan stood side by side. Krillin pulled his camera way from his eyes and looked at Trunks and Pan. "You two could at least pretend that you like each other."

Trunks sighed and shook his head. Before Pan could reply to Krillin, Trunks scoped Pan up into his arms. "There, is that better?" he asked oblivious to the fact that Pan was blushing like mad.

Krillin nodded and held the camera back up to his eye. "Much. Okay, on the count of three. I'll take the picture. One.two.three!"

~end flashback~

As Pan gazed at the picture, her watch began beeping. She quickly put down the picture and shut off her watch before it could wake up her father. Pan then walked back over to the window. With one last gaze at her old things and her old life. Pan floated out the window and closed it behind her. She then turned and raced off towards West Capital City.

The night air was cool as Pan flew faster that she ever would have if she had of been alive. I guess being a vampire does have it's perks, Pan though to herself as she sped up a little faster. This was her favorite thing to do any more. She loved the feeling that she got from soaring across the sky. To most normal humans and her family, this night would have been pitch black. They probably could not have ever seen past their nose. But to Pan, it was as bright as day. She could see every shape and every shadow that moved. Yes, being a vampire does have its perks.

Before Pan reached West Capital, she stopped at the Capsule house that she stole from Bulma, when everyone was at her funeral. Pan smiled at the though of what her family and friends would have done, had they known that the casket that they were burring her in, was really empty and the girl that was supposed to be inside, watched them from the shade of a tree.

Pan unlocked the door and walked inside. She made her way to her room and quickly changed. Instead of her baggy jeans and ripped t-shirt with sneakers and trademark orange bandana. Pan came out of my room wearing a pair of tight black leather pants and a black baby doll shirt. Her normally raven colored hair was now streaked with highlights of blues, reds and greens. Pan put my sneakers back on and headed out the door. About thirty minutes later she arrived in West Capital.

West Capital was the second biggest party city of Japan, second only to Tokyo. It was a great place to go if you wanted to have fun, but it was a better place to go if you wanted to forget or be forgotten. Pan touched down just outside the city limits and pulled a capsule out of her pocket. She pushed the button and slammed it down on the ground, a few seconds later a black hover bike appeared out of the smoke. She pulled a helmet out of one of the side pouches and placed it on her head. She then climbed on it and started the engine. It was easier to make the people at the club where she was headed to believe that Pan was a rich person that it was to explain why she was flying. Pan drove down the street and stopped in front of one of the clubs.

Pan pulled her helmet off and climbed off of it. She then re-capsuled the bike and walked to the front of the line. Ignoring all of the shouts of the angry people that she cut in front of. "Sorry doll face. Back to the end of the line." the bouncer told me as she walked up to him.

"Aww, come on! I don't have to really go to the back of the line do I?" Pan asked in a sweet voice using her gift of suggestion to convince the bouncer to let her in.

The bouncer looked at her for a second. He had a blank look on his face. "You are going to let me in aren't you?" she asked, using her gift a little stronger this time.

The bouncer nodded slowly and pulled back the velvet rope. "Have a good time tonight and tell them that I sent you. They will let you into the VIP room."

Pan smiled and leaned up to the bouncer. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. As she backed off, she whispered into his ear. "In less than five seconds, you will forget that I was even here tonight."

The bouncer nodded and pulled the rope back into place. As soon as he turned his back to me, Pan walked inside the club. Hearing the shouts of the angry people complaining about how she got in and they didn't.

The club itself was filled with people all dancing and moving to the loud base line of the music that was playing. Pan didn't know whom the DJ was playing, and she didn't really care to find out. All Pan was interested in was finding her next meal. That was the one bad thing about being a vampire. She had a hunger that was almost as large as Goku's for food.

As Pan walked around the club, she could hear the beating hearts of everyone in the club. It was almost as loud as the music in the club. As much as Pan tried to deny her cravings, she needed and wanted what all vampires did, blood. Most of the time Pan was able to satisfy this hunger by eating normal human foods, but about once every month. Pan's hunger for blood got the better of her. She had no choice but to go and feed. As Pan looked around for her next meal, she noticed an handsome young man with dark brown hair and matching eyes, looking directly at her. Pan smiled at him and he smiled back. Perfect, looks like I have my next target. Pan thought as she began making her way through the crowd.

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The young man, who Pan had singled out, quickly spun around at the bar and took a deep breath. "Man, Trunks! I just found a hottie!" he said with a smile.

Trunks didn't looked up from his beer. "Good for you Cole. I hope that you have a good time tonight."

Cole sighed and patted his friend on the back. "Trunks, you need to get over this girl.it has been over a year. She's gone. I'm sure that she would want you to move on!"

Trunks brushed his friend's arm off of his shoulder. Wishing that he had never agreed to go along to this club with Cole. Ever since the day Pan died, Trunks preferred to be alone, and when he was alone, Trunks did one of two things. He worked at his job or he spent all of his time drinking. His bedroom floor was covered with empty liquor bottles.

"Don't you ever tell me what to do Cole! I am an adult. I can do whatever I feel like." Trunks replied as he drained his glass and ordered another beer.

Cole sighed and shook his head. "Fine, I'll see you later then Trunks. Just try not to get too drunk tonight okay! I don't want to have to drag your sorry butt home."

Cole then turned around and walked off towards the girl that he had spotted the instant that she entered the club. "Hello." Cole said as he met the girl halfway on the dance floor. "I'm Cole."

Pan smiled at him. "Nice to meet you Cole. My name's Yasha."

"Female demon huh? Should I be afraid?" Cole asked with a smile as he took Pan's hand and began dancing with her.

Pan smiled back. "That depends on if you make me mad or not."

"Well, then looks like I will have to make sure that I do everything in my power to please you." Cole replied as they began dancing to the music.

My Dende! I have forgotten how annoying boys can be when they try to seduce you. Pan thought to herself as Cole spun her around and pulled her close. "You are a good dancer." Cole told Pan as they danced across the dance floor

"Thanks." Was Pan's reply.

As she and Cole continued dancing, Pan noticed Cole kept glancing over at a certain lavender haired man sitting at the bar. Cole looked as if he were worried. "What's wrong with your friend?" Pan asked, hoping inside that the man who was at the bar was not the man she thought he was.

Cole looked over at the bar and sighed. "He's depressed because the girl that he was in love with died. I keep telling him that he needs to get over her but he won't listen to me."

Pan looked at Cole. "This girl must have been special to him if he has been morning her for a year."

Cole shrugged. "I have no idea. I never met her, but enough about my friend. I want to hear about you. What do you like to do? What is your favorite type of movies? Do you have any scary ex-boyfriends that I should know about?"

Pan laughed at Cole's comment. "Well, I love to hang out with my friends when I'm not busy. I love Romance and Sci-fi movies and no I don't have any scary ex-boyfriends that you should know about."

"Well, that's good to know. At least I know that I will live to see tomorrow."

Pan giggled. If I weren't a vampire with a conscious, you wouldn't live to see tomorrow, Pan thought to herself, then to Cole she said. "What time is it?"

"Almost midnight. You aren't going to become Cinderella when its midnight, are you. With the whole shoes and dress thing vanishing act are you? Not that I would mind if your outfit did vanish." Cole said with a cocky smile.

Pan smiled sweetly as she envisioned Cole's face as she ripped out his throat and ate it in front of him. "You sure know how to treat a lady don't you."

Cole nodded and blushed again. "I do try, Yasha."

Pan sighed trying to ignore the urge to jump of Cole and begin feeding. "I'm getting kind of bored with this. Do you want to go and grab a bite to eat?"

"Uhh.sure. Just let me go and tell my friend that I am leaving."

"Okay. Take you time."

Cole smiled sweetly at her and walked off to the lavender haired man. As soon as Cole began talking to him. Pan's suspicions were confirmed the man was Trunks. Pan quietly thanked Dende for the fact that no vampires had ki and he could not sense her, but there was on draw back to this lack of ki. She could no longer sense her friends or family. With every gift there is a curse, Pan thought sadly as she watched Cole talk with Trunks. A few seconds later, Cole walked back over to her. "All set. Ready to go Yasha?" he asked extending his arm to her.

Pan nodded and smiled. "Yep. Let's go. I'm starving."

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Trunks sighed and stood up. Cursing the Sayjin inability to get drunk. All he wanted to do was forget. Why couldn't people understand that and respect his wishes. Trunks turned around and watched as Cole walked out arm in arm with the girl that he had found. There was no doubt in Trunks' mind that tomorrow morning. Cole would do nothing but brag about the girl that he met and how he scored. Trunks smiled bitterly remembering how he had once lived that kind of life.

Flirting and sleeping with as many girls as possible. Looking and hoping to find the one thing that he was missing in his life. Someone to love him and someone to spend the rest of his life with. Sure he did get love from his mother, sister and even his father, but it still wasn't the same. Trunks craved someone to understand him for who he was. Someone who he could share his Sayjin heritage with and know that they would not run in fear.

It hadn't been until Pan died that he realized that he already had that person. He had just been too damn blinded to see her. Trunks walked out to his car and unlocked the door. He climbed inside. He was about to start the car when he noticed a small picture that he kept hidden in the car since it had been taken.

The picture was the same one as Pan had kept in her room. It was Trunks' favorite picture. He closed his eyes and remembered how good it felt to hold Pan in his arms. To him it was as if Pan had been made for him. Trunks bit back tears and quickly opened the glove box. He shoved the picture in it and slammed the door shut. It was too painful for him to remember about Pan. That's why he wanted to forget. So finally the pain would all end. Trunks closed his eyes tightly and leaned his head against the cool steering wheel. As the memories of Pan's funeral came back to him.



~flashback~

The mood of the funeral was bleak as all funerals are. Pan's family and friends stood around the casket and clung to each other for support. Bra sobbed on Goten's chest as Goten tried to hold back his own tears but failed. Gohan held on to Videl tightly as she almost collapsed in grief as they watched their only daughter be laid to rest. Chi-Chi could not stop crying as she held on to Goku, who for once in his life was not wearing his happy-go-lucky expression.

Bulma could not watch as the girl who had been like a second daughter to her was buried, placed her head on Vegeta's shoulder and cried. Vegeta in turn held on to Bulma tightly. Tears could be seen at the corner of his eyes as he watched the funeral. Marron and Uub were not there. Marron had come to the eulogy but told Gohan and Videl, she could not stand to see her best friend buried. So Uub, 18 and Krillin had helped her home and stayed with her.

Trunks was the only one at the funeral not crying. He just stared blankly as he watched the people that worked at the gravesite begin to fill Pan's grave. He fought every instinct to tell them to stop. That Pan wasn't in there. That Pan was fine and as soon as they got home, Pan would jump out and say "Gottcha!" She would tell them that everything was a joke and that she was fine. But somewhere in Trunk's heart he knew that as not true. Pan was gone forever. She would never come back.

Trunks stood motionless as one by one Pan's family and friends stepped forward to say goodbye to her. "There has to be some way to bring her back." he said suddenly.

Gohan looked up at him. "There's not Trunks. I would have already tried if there was."

Trunks shook his head. "No, there has to be a way to get her back. Surely the Dragonballs can help. All we have to do is find them."

"Trunks, there's no way to find them." Goten told his friend.

"There has to be. Damn it! Your father merged with them! He should be able to bring them back. Isn't that right Goku. You are part of the Dragonballs so wish them back or wish Pan back." Trunks said growing more hysterical by the second.

Goku shook his head sadly. "I've already tried. It won't work."

"Fine, then we will go off to find others. I'm sure that there are more Dragonballs than the ones here on Earth and the Black Star. How about on New Namck? There has got to be some there. If not, then I will look everywhere for them. All I need is a Dragonball locater. I can find them. I can bring her back."

Bulma walked over to her son. She gently took his face in her hands. "Trunks, there are no more Dragonballs. They are gone. There is no way to bring Pan back."

"No! There has to be. She can't be gone! She can't.be.gone" Trunks said as be broke down and began sobbing.

Bulma held on to her son tightly. "It's all right Trunks. Everything will be okay."

"No.it.won't. She's gone. It will never be okay. She's gone."

~End flashback~

Trunks sat up in the driver's seat and wiped the tears from his eyes. "It will never be okay." Trunks whispered to himself as he turned the key in the ignition and put his car into gear.

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Cole unlocked the door to his apartment and turned towards Pan. "Sorry about this. I didn't expect the restaurant to be so full at this time of night."

Pan smiled falsely as Cole walked into his apartment and held the door open for Pan. "That's okay. I completely understand." That you brought me here in hopes that you would be able to sleep with me tonight.

Cole smiled back and shut the door behind Pan and locked it. He then walked into the living room and put the two bags of food on the coffee table. "Feel free to help yourself. I'm going to go and get some plates and drinks. Any preferences to what you want to drink?"

"Soda if you have it." Pan replied as she began to pull the food out of the bags.

Cole nodded and walked out of the room and into the kitchen. Pan sighed and opened one of the Styrofoam containers. She sniffed the food and immediately recognized all of the ingredients in it, but was still clueless about what the food exactly was. Pan placed the food back down on the coffee table and turned attention to the kitchen.

He's been in there for a while, Pan thought to herself as she began listening for signs that he was still alive. Instead of hearing sounds from the kitchen, she heard sounds coming from the bedroom. As Pan listened more she heard singing. "I'm gonna get laid tonight!" Cole sang to himself.

Pan rolled her eyes and sighed. This jerk is worse than Trunks was with girls. She sighed and stood up. Her cravings for blood were getting stronger. She needed to feed and she needed to feed soon. She made her way to the bedroom by following Cole's singing.

The door to the bedroom was open and it was dark inside by human standards. The six candles that Cole was lighting produced the only light in the room. Pan knocked on the doorframe. Cole spun around and glanced nervously at her. "Uh.this isn't what you think it is." He said quickly.

Pan gave him a look. "Sure it's not."

Cole stood there dumbly; trying to think of something to say as Pan began walking towards him. The sound of Cole's heart pounding filled Pan's ears as she came closer to him. It was music to her ears as she began to let her vampire instincts take over. When Pan was within a foot of Cole she slowly allowed her vampire features appear. Her canine teeth elongated and became as sharp as daggers. Her eyes lost their brown color and became a slight golden red color.

Cole's eyes grew to saucer size as he watched Pan close in on him. "Who.what are you?" Cole asked as he backed up into the back wall of his bedroom.

Pan smiled at him. Reveling the length her canines had grown too. "I told you. I'm Yasha. A female demon, or as modern writer would call me, a vampire."

Cole gulped and Pan listened as his heart began beating faster. "What.what do you want from me?" Cole squeaked as Pan got close enough to place her hand on his chest.

"Blood."

"Blood?"

Pan nodded and began to use her gift of suggestion to calm Cole down. "I have to feed and you are the lucky one who I am going to feed off of. Don't worry, I'm not going to drink you dry and I'm not going to change you into a vampire. Dende help the world if I did. All I want is just a little of your blood."

"Will it hurt?"

"Only if you struggle and try to fight me after I being to feed. If you are a good boy, you won't even remember me and what happened tonight. All you will remember is getting drunk last night and dragging your sorry butt home."

"Why me?"

"Because you were the first one to notice me in the club tonight. Now hold still."

Pan stood on her tiptoes. She gently placed her lips on Cole's neck. He shivered as he felt the cold skin touch his neck. Cole silently wondered how a person could get that cold. In that instant Pan slid her canines into Cole's jugular. Cole felt an instant of pain and then it was gone. As Pan feed off of him, Cole began to feel dizzy. He was about to slide down the wall when Pan pulled away from him.

Pan wiped the blood from her mouth and looked at Cole. He had a glazed look on his face. Pan gently picked up Cole and carried him to his bed. She placed him in it after taking off his shoes. As she tucked the covers around him, Pan leaned down to his right ear. "You will forget everything about me, all you will remember is leaving the bar drunk and walking home. You will also do one last thing for me. You will convince Trunks to give up on the girl that he is morning over. She is dead. He should move on and be happy."

With that Pan stood up and turned. She quickly walked out of Cole's apartment and headed out on to the street. As soon as she was on the street, Pan took off into the night and headed back home to her Capsule house.

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Trunks parked his car outside of Capsule Corp. He got out of his car and headed into Capsule Corp. He was about to make his way upstairs to his room when he heard a loud cough. Trunks turned around to see his mother standing in the doorframe that connected the kitchen with the hallway. "Hello Trunks."

Trunks sighed. He did not need his mother's yelling right now. "Hello Mother." Trunks replied trying to escape.

"Where have you been?" Bulma asked.

"Out."

"Out where?"

Trunks sighed again. "I was at a club with Cole."

"You were at a club until one in the morning?"

"Mom, I have been out at clubs till way past one before. What is the problem with me staying at one tonight?"

Bulma looked at her son. She had never seen him so miserable before. His normally short mushroom cut hair was now long and tied back in a ponytail. His sapphire eyes that at one time had been full of life and excitement were now dull and lifeless. Even from where he was standing on the bottom of the steps, Bulma could sell the reek of alcohol on him. "I'm worried about you Trunks. You practically spend all of your time at work, not that I mind that because the company is doing better than it ever has before, or you are at a club. Trunks, we never get to see you any more. You are always gone."

"I'm thirty seven years old mother. I can do whatever I please. So stay out of my life!"

Trunks turned to walk up the stairs but was grabbed by the shirt collar and slammed into the wall opposite of the stairs. Trunks blinked and looked around for his attacker. Vegeta stepped into view. "You will not talk to your mother like that brat!"

"Since when do you care about her? All she is to you is something to bare your offspring!" Trunks shouted at his father.

Vegeta growled. He grabbed Trunks by the collar again and through Trunks into another wall, hard enough to leave a body imprint of Trunks. "You know nothing of you relationship with your mother. So keep your mouth shut brat before I use you as my personal punching bag."

"What does it matter anymore? That's all I have ever been to you, something for you to beat up. You have never once cared about me. The only person it seems that you care about is Bra."

Vegeta growled and slammed his fist into Trunks' face. Trunks fell to the ground and looked up at his father. A thin trail of blood trickled from his nose and now busted lip. "I told you to shut up brat. Now get upstairs before I hurt you worse."

Trunks spat blood on the floor and stood up. He then turned and walked upstairs to his room. When Trunks was gone, Bulma turned to her husband. "What is wrong with Trunks?"

Vegeta looked at her, his face stone cold as usual. "He wants to die."

"WHAT?"

"Quiet woman he will hear you." Vegeta hissed. "The brat has a death wish because his bonded mate is dead."

"Bonded mate?"

Vegeta sighed. He hated explaining his entire Sayjin history to his mate. "Sayjins bond with other Sayjins. Its what keeps us from trying to destroy the others of our race. There are three types of bonds, a family bond, a friendship bond and the strongest of all the bonds a love bond. The brat has been bonded with Kakarrot's grandbrat since she was born."

"Trunks was bonded with Pan?"

"He still is, just because a sayjin's mate is dead doesn't mean the bond is still not there. If a sayjin's mate does die the Sayjin will die also."

"What? I can't loose my baby boy also!" Bulma began sobbing.

Vegeta sighed and walked over to his mate. He wrapped wiped the tears from her eyes and hugged her gently. "Calm down woman. The brat is in more pain than you can imagine. All he wants is the pain to end. I would be the same way if anything ever happened to you."

Bulma smiled at her husband. She returned the hug and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I love you too Vegeta."

Vegeta muttered something incoherent under his breath. He then scooped Bulma into his arms and carried her up stairs.

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Bra closed her eyes tightly as she listened to Trunks storm into his room and slam the door shut. A tear trailed down her cheek as she listened to her brother throwing bottles against the side of the walls in his room. Why couldn't he see that he wasn't the only one hurting since Pan had passed away? Didn't he know that it was killing every member of the Z Fighters that she was gone? Even her father Vegeta wasn't the same because Pan died. Pan had been special to everyone. Not just him.

To Bra, Pan had been the sister that Bra had always wished for. Pan had always been there through thick and thin. Especially whenever Bra needed her, the most Pan was always there. A sob escaped from Bra as she began remembering Pan.

As it did, a pair of strong arms wrapped around Bra's waist and a small kiss was placed on Bra's bare shoulder. "It's okay Bra. We all miss her." Goten whispered in his lover's ear.

Bra rolled over and wrapped her arms around Goten's waist. Now letting the tears flow freely as she sobbed on his chest. Goten help Bra close and rubbed her back. She had been like this since the day that Pan was found dead.

According to the Medical Examiner Pan died from all her blood being drained from her body. No one knew how she was killed, but Goten suspected that it had something to do with Pan's old boyfriend Neal, who had disappeared since the last time that Pan was seen alive.

Goten looked down at his girlfriend. She was now sleeping peacefully. Goten smiled slightly and pulled the covers tighter around the two of them, careful not to wake Bra. The only time that she had a moment's peace was when she slept. Goten kissed Bra gently on the top of her head and closed his eyes. Not noticing the figure that sat on the edge of the window seal watching him and Bra.

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Pan watched as Bra and Goten slept peacefully in each other's arms. A smile came to her lips. She was happy for her two friends, but she also felt her heart break. She wished more than anything that she could tell them she was fine and alive, or at least partly alive. But she was afraid that if they knew about her. It would cause them even more pain. Pan knew she couldn't do that. They were in enough pain as is.

Pan backed away from the window and floated over to Trunks' bedroom window. Trunks was sitting on the floor of his room crying. Pan fought every urge to go to him and comfort him. It hurt her the most to see him in pain, but it was for the best this way. Trunks needed someone who was gorgeous and smart. Not someone who was an ugly duckling who had never become a beautiful swan. Pan kissed the tips of her fingers and touched the glass of Trunks' window. I will always love you Trunks, Pan thought to herself. With that Pan turned and left.

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Trunks sat at his desk at Capsule Corp. His fingers flying across the keys as he worked on the budget report. There was a knock at his door. Trunks ignored it. Hoping whoever it was would go away. A few seconds later the door to his office opened and Cole walked in. Cole had a small bandage on the right side of his neck. "Hey Trunks. Have a good time last night?" Cole asked sitting in a chair in front of Trunks' desk.

"Not as good of time as you had." Trunks replied coldly, wishing that Cole would leave.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Cole asked.

Trunks sighed. "Cole, I'm not in the mood to listen to you talk about how you got laid last night and that all I need to do is to get over the girl and find another."

"Girl? What girl? I didn't meet a girl at the club last night."

Trunks gave his friend a look. "I can see that she wasn't that good in bed. If she had been you wouldn't be trying to forget her. Now if you will excuse me. I have to finish this budget."

"Trunks will you at least listen to me for a minute. You need to get over this girl. Don't you see that it is killing you?"

"Good."

Cole shook his head. "Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

Trunks looked up at Cole and gave him a Vegeta like smirk. "I am my father's son."

"Fine! If this is the way that you want to be, then so be it."

With that Cole stormed out of Trunks' office. Trunks shook his head and went back to work. No one understood, no one ever would understand.

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Beep! Beep! Beep! Pan reached over and turned off her alarm clock. Pan slowly stood up and stretched like a cat, her bones popping and cracking. Pan then walked into her bathroom and splashed water on her face. Not bothering to look at herself in the mirror, since vampires had no reflection. Pan then quickly undressed and took a very warm shower. Enjoying the brief moment that she could once again feel warmth. After the shower Pan dried her hair and dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a dark green shirt. Pan then walked into her kitchen and began making breakfast for herself.

Outside the sun shone brightly, causing Pan to squint in the brightness of the sun. Pan sighed and closed the blinds over the kitchen window more tightly closed. Pan blinked a few times to re-adjust her eyes and went back to work fixing breakfast. The sun itself did not bother her like most people believe the sun bothers vampires. The only thing that was bothered by the sun was Pan's eyes and that was only because her eyes were now designed for night vision and daylight was too bright for her.

Pan turned back to her work and began pouring the pancake batter in the hot skillet in front of her. Pan smiled to herself, as she watched the batter slowly cook. Every time she made pancakes. Pan was always reminded of her Grandmother ChiChi, cooking pancakes for the family every breakfast that the entire Son family shared.

Pan could see it now. Her Grandfather Goku would be sitting at the kitchen table with a napkin tied around his neck. In his hands, he would have a fork and knife, ready to dig into the pancakes as soon as they touched the table. Her Uncle Goten would be right beside his father. Waiting eagerly for the delicious food that was filling the small house with its wonderful smell. Her father Gohan would be sitting at the table reading the morning paper and drinking his coffee. Her mother Videl would be right beside ChiChi, trying to help her out as much as she could.

Pan smiled sadly to herself and then sat down at the table in her kitchen. If what I am doing is right. Then why do I feel so guilty about not telling anyone that I am alive? Pan though to herself as she began eating her breakfast.

Once Pan was finished. She quickly washed the dishes and glanced down at her watch. It was almost time to go to work. Yes as odd as it sounded Pan did have a job. She had to. It was the only way other than stealing, for Pan to be able to pay for things. True working did cause Pan to run the risk of being discovered by her family and friends but Pan had no choice.

Once she was done with the dishes Pan grabbed her capsule bike and walked out of the house. She locked the door and then threw the capsule on the ground. In a second her bike appeared and Pan was on it. She raced off into the direction of Orange City and headed off for work.

Pan hopped out of her car and capsualized it as soon as she pulled to a stop in front of the Westfield Diner. Pan quickly walked inside and was greeted by her boss Yoko. "Tenshi! Good morning, how are you today?"

Pan smiled at the elderly lady. Yoko and her son Rowen owned and run the Westfield Diner. Yoko was the one who hired all of the waitresses that worked at the diner and Rowen was the cook. They took great pride in their job and made sure that the people who worked for them had all that they needed. "Good Morning to you to Yoko. How are things today?" Pan asked as she placed her stuff behind to the counter and tied her apron on.

"Ah, as well as can be expected. Not to many people here right now but in about an hour there should be more." Yoko replied pointing up to the clock that read eleven 'o clock.

Pan nodded and clipped on her nametag. She smiled to herself as she glanced down at the name written on it. Angel by day demon by night, Pan thought to herself as the door chimed and two customers walked into the diner. Pan put on her best smile and walked over to the table that they sat down at.

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Trunks shook hands and bowed politely to the Mayor of Orange City. They had just spent the morning in a meeting about trying to allow Orange City Capsule Corp. to build a manufacturing plant there. Finally after hours of debating Trunks was able to convince the Mayor to allow the plans to go a head.

Trunks was glad to be out of the meeting. The Mayor was a very good businessman and kept asking question after question. Saying that he had to ask them for the good of the people in Orange City. When in reality, the Mayor was asking because he had no clue what Trunks was talking about. Then add in the Mayor's slutty daughter trying to convince Trunks that they were made for each other. To say the least the meeting was hell on earth for poor Trunks

Trunks glanced at his watch. It was about twelve thirty in the afternoon and he was beginning to get hungry. I wonder what is good around here to eat, Trunks thought as he crossed a busy street. As if Dende was answering him, Trunks noticed a sign. "Westfield Diner? Hum, sounds interesting. I think I will give it a try."

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The door chimed for the five hundredth time that day. Pan glanced up from taking a customer's orders to see the last person on earth she wanted to see, Trunks Briefs. Pan's mouth fell open and she dropped her notepad on the floor. Trunks glanced around the room looking for a place to sit, when his eyes fall on Pan.

Trunks froze in place as he looked at her. Pan knew that he instantly recognized her. "Pan?" she heard him whisper.

Pan instantly turned around and run. "Pan! Pan wait!" Trunks shouted as Pan dashed into the kitchen where Rowen was cooking.

"Tenshi? What's wrong?" Rowen asked as he noticed she entered the kitchen with a panic filled face.

"An old boyfriend of mine is here. He spotted me and I don't feel like facing him right now. Our breakup was kind of messy." Pan lied.

Rowen nodded. "Hide in the alley out back. I'll take care of the punk."

Pan had to bite back a smile. She knew that there was no way Rowen was going to be able to "take care" of Trunks but it was still nice of him to offer. Rowen reminded Pan a lot of her Uncle Goten. Always standing up the help those who needed him. Pan gave Rowen a kiss on the cheek and hurried out the back door of the kitchen. Just as Trunks burst into the kitchen.

"Where is she?" he asked franticly. Trunks' heart was pounding. He knew that the girl that he had seen was Pan. She had to be. Everything was the same about her.

"You aren't allowed back here punk. Now get!" Rowen said stepping forward to shove Trunks out of his kitchen.

"Please, just tell me where the girl went and I'll leave." Trunks begged.

"Tenshi doesn't want to talk to you. So beat it pal, before I have to hurt you."

Trunks looked at Rowen. "Tenshi? Her name is not Tenshi her name is Pan. Now where is she? I have to talk to her!"

Rowen picked Trunks up by the collar. "I don't want to have to tell you again. Get out of my kitchen or I am going to pound you into fine dust!"

Trunks looked Rowen in the eye. He knew that there was no way Rowen would ever be able to land a punch on him, but he didn't want to cause a scene. "Okay fine. I'll leave!" Trunks told him.

Rowen placed him down on the ground. "If I catch you coming back into this diner looking for Tenshi. I will not hesitate to hurt you."

Trunks nodded and walked out of the kitchen and then the diner. He then quickly sprinted to the back of the diner. He wasn't going to give up that easily. But when Trunks entered the alley in back of the diner all he found was the Dumpster and a couple of boxes beside it. Trunks closed his eyes and tried to sense out Pan. But he could feel nothing. Trunks cursed under his breath and turned around. He walked quietly out of the alley. He knew that the girl had to be Pan. His only question was why was she hiding from him and why did she pretend to be dead for the past year.

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Pan pushed the pile of boxes off of her as soon as she was sure that Trunks was gone. Pan sighed and shook her head. She knew that it had been a bad idea to go to work in public. Now Trunks knew she was alive and she knew that he would stop at nothing to find her. She was going to have to take care of this problem herself.

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