by Walker of Shadows

The night air was cool as Pan slowly floated up to Trunks’ bedroom window. She paused at the window and closed her eyes. Slowly the lock on the window unlocked and the window slipped open. Pan knew that she had nothing to fear about security systems. Trunks had disabled all of them for his room. To allow him to sneak in and out of the house with out his mother’s knowledge. Pan bit back a smile as she climbed into Trunks’ room and crept over to his bed. She wondered how many girls would love to know they could sneak into Trunks’ room anytime that they wanted.

Pan stood at the foot of Trunks’ bed for a few moments. Just watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful so happy in his sleep. Pan felt a tear trickle down her cheek as she wished that she could lie down beside him and…Pan shook her head to clear the though. She didn’t have time for this. She was here on a mission to make the person that she loved most in the world forget her. Pan wiped the tear off of her cheek and walked to the side of the bed.

Pan knelt down beside the bed and waited till Trunks rolled over to her side in his sleep. Going against her better judgment Pan gently reached out and touched his face. It felt warm to her cold fingers. She gently pulled her hand away and leaned down towards Trunks’ ear. She could feel his warm breath on her neck and hear the rhythmic beating of his heart. It was like music to her ears.

Pan quickly shook her head and turned her attention back to the matters at hand. She had to make Trunks forget about her. “Forget Pan Trunks. She is gone to a better place.” Pan whispered in his ear wincing at how cheesy that sounded.

Trunks’ face scrunched up in his sleep as if he did not even want to think that Pan was gone. So Pan tried again. “Pan is gone Trunks. Let her go.”

Trunks shook his head in his sleep. “No…she’s not,” he murmured.

Pan sighed. This was harder than Pan though that it was going to be. She leaned down closer to his ear. “Pan is dead Trunks. Forget her. Move on with your life. There is no reason to dwell on the past!”

Trunks’ eyes flew open and he shot up straight in bed. In the process of doing this he grabbed onto Pan’s wrist. “I will not forget Pan and move on!” he hissed in a low angry voice Pan had only heard him used with the enemies he head faced over the ears.

Pan blinked and stood still for a few seconds. Hoping that Trunks would let go of her hand and go back to sleep, but that never happened. Instead he looked down at his hand and saw that he was holding someone else’s hand. A wave of confusion crossed his face as he followed the hand up the arm, across the shoulder, up the neck and to the face of Pan. His eyes grew larger. “Panny?” he whispered almost not believing what he saw.

At the sound of Trunks’ voice Pan panicked. She reeled back with her free hand and decked Trunks in the stomach. Trunks instantly let go of Pan’s hand and gasped for air. She took advantage of this and quickly raced over to this window. She leapt out of it and took off into the night sky.

Trunks growled and quickly jumped out of bed. He grabbed a tee shirt, and a pair of jeans. He pulled them on quickly and followed Pan out the window. He vowed that he would not lose her again like he had this afternoon.

Pan cursed under her breath as she looked over her shoulder. She had tried and tired to lose Trunks but she was still unable to. In a few hours it would be sunrise and then she would lose what little advantage she had over Trunks by being a vampire. Pan sped up a little and began to duck and weave in and out of any small patches of trees she could find. But for some reason Trunks stayed on her tail.

Finally she had reached her capsule house and hand no choice but to land. She had less than an hour before sunrise. Pan quickly touched down on the ground and began sprinting towards her house. Ten feet away from the door she was tackled to the ground. She struggled to get away from Trunks as he flipped her over onto her back and pinned her to the ground. “Why the hell do you keep running from me?” Trunks growled trying to get Pan to calm down.

“Let me go!” Pan hissed.

Trunks shook his head. “Not until you tell me where you have been for the past year and why did you make us all think that you were dead!”

“You really want to know?” Pan asked finally giving up her struggle.

Trunks nodded. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”

“I died Trunks. I have been dead for the past year.”

Trunks gave her a strange look. “No you didn’t. You are right here in front of me. You didn’t die.”

Pan nodded. “Oh yes I did.”

It was then that she let her vampire features slip on her face. Her eyes became a golden red color and she smiled at him, revealing her fangs. Trunks let her go and slowly backed away. “See Trunks. I told you. I did die a year ago. I was just reborn as a vampire. Now go away and let me live the rest of my immortal life in peace.”

“But how…why…when…?”

“You forgot who and what.” Pan replied sarcastically.

“I don’t understand.”

Pan sighed and let her face return to normal. She glanced at the horizon. She could see the first rays of the morning sun peaking over it. “I’ll explain everything inside. Come with me.”

“Why? Oh! Vampires hate sunlight makes them into dust. Gottcha.”

Pan shook her head and smiled in spite of herself. “You have been watching way to much Buffy, Trunks. Vampires don’t explode into dust when they are exposed to sunlight. We are just a little weaker in the sunlight because we are designed for night hunting. Now let me go so I can get up.”

Trunks nodded and let go of Pan’s hands. He helped her to her feet and she led him to her from door. After a few minutes of fumbling around in her pockets for her keys, Pan finally got the door unlocked and let Trunks inside. “I know it’s not decorated much but I like it.” Pan said as Trunks entered the house.

“Would you like something to eat or drink?” Pan offered as Trunks began looking around.

Trunks turned and gave Pan a strange look. “Um…” he began.

Pan laughed at the face Trunks was making. “I only feed on blood once a month Trunks. The rest of the time I eat like a normal Sayjin would. So I have real food for you to eat.”

“Oh…well then I’ll take a soda if you have one.” Trunks replied feeling a little sheepish.

Pan shook her head and walked into the kitchen. She headed to the refrigerator and pulled two cans of soda out of it. She entered the living room to find Trunks sitting on her couch. She tossed him one of the cans of soda. “Enjoy,” she said sitting down beside him.

Trunks nodded his thanks and opened the can. He took a gulp from it and turned his attention back to Pan. “So…are you going to explain how this happened and why you hid it from us all?”

“Still the same old Trunks. Too curious for your own good.” Pan said with a slight smile on her face.

Trunks shook his head. “No, I think that was you who was two curious for your own good remember Panny?”

“Maybe it was. I can’t remember. Anyway…to answer your question. I was changed into a vampire by my old boyfriend Neal.”

Trunks growled at the name. He knew that there was something odd about Neal when he first met him but because he was Pan’s boyfriend. Trunks wasn’t about to say anything bad about him.

“Neal had a thing for finding lonely young girls who were looking for anyone to love them. He would date them for a while, either feed off of them or turn them into vampires, then he would leave them high and dry. To fend for themselves while he went off looking for more girls to kill.” Pan continued. “I didn’t discover I was a vampire until I awoke three days later in a coffin in the funeral home.”

Trunks’ eyes grew large. “I bet that was a shock.”

Pan nodded. “It was. Luckily the funeral director had dealt with Neal’s girls as they had been called by the other vampires of the country. He helped me out and made sure that my family though that I was still dead, on my request of course.”

“Why? Why didn’t you want us to know that you were still alive? Why did you feel the need to hide this from us?”

“Because I wasn’t sure what was going to happen if you all found out that I was…not completely dead. I was sacred and I panicked. How else was I supposed to react?”

“You could have come to my mom and me. We would have found a way to make you Sayjin again. If you had just given…”

Pan held up her hand. “That’s what I didn’t want to happen. I wasn’t about to have my father breathing down your poor mother’s neck trying to find a cure when there may not even be one to be made. I wasn’t going to have Bulma feel like she had failed.”

“Mom wouldn’t. She wouldn’t have given up until she found a cure for you. I know she wouldn’t.” Trunks tried to reason with Pan.

“I know. I wasn’t about to take handouts. I’m a Son. We find a way to survive.” Pan snapped angrily.

“It wouldn’t have been a handout Pan. Mom considers you to be like a daughter to her. Bra thinks of you as her sister. Hell, even my father loves you and he hardly shows anyone that he cares about them at all.”

“And what about you?” Pan asked. “Do you think of me as your other little sister?”

Trunks turned away from Pan. “My feelings for you Pan are far from that of a little sister.”

“Let me guess. I’m the best friend right. You know what. Just forget about this. I shouldn’t even be talking to you about this. I should have already erased your memory that you saw me but no. I had to give in and tell you everything.”

Trunks looked back at Pan. “You were going to make me forget about you?”

“If that was what it took to get you to stop acting like you are. Then yes.” Pan replied.

“How do you know what I have been acting like?”

“I have been keeping tabs on all of you Trunks. I had to make sure that you were all doing okay without me. To make sure that me faking my death was the best thing to do.”

“The best thing to do? The best thing to do? Making everyone believe that you were dead was not the best thing to do. You completely broke everyone’s heart. My father even cried at your funeral.”

“I know. I was watching from the shadows.”

This caused Trunks to become enraged. “You were watching from the shadows and yet you did nothing! You should have come out then and there and told us that you were fine!” Trunks shouted standing up from the couch.

“Like you would ever understand what I am going through. Like you would ever care!”

“Believe me Pan. I care a whole lot more than you think I do.”

Pan shook her head and glared at Trunks. “Yes…I know. I’m your best friend. You missed me helping you flee from work.”

Pan pushed past Trunks and began heading for the front door. Before she got three steps away from Trunks. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back in front of him. “Let me go! You are no longer welcome in my house. So get out!”

“I’m not going anywhere Pan. Yes I did enjoy you helping me escape from work but not for the reason that you think. I enjoyed spending time with you because…”

“Because why Trunks?”

“Because I could be alone with you for at least one fleeting moment and not have to worry Gohan finding out about my feelings for you.”

“What has my father got to do with your feelings for me?”

“Trust me Pan. If Gohan knew some of the thought that I had about you. He would send you to a convent and skin me alive.”

Pan stopped her struggling and let Trunks’ words sink in. She glanced at him nervously. If she had been alive her heart would have been racing. Could be suggesting what she think he was suggesting. “What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean Pan? I am in love with you. I have been for years. I was just afraid to say anything because you are fourteen years younger than me. Do you know how bad your father would have killed me if he knew. I had been planning on telling you how I felt when you turned twenty, three years ago. But you brought Neal home and I lost my chance. Now I wish I had told you. You might still be alive if I had.”

Pan looked away from Trunks. Her eyes filled with tears. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. This could not be real. It all had to be a dream. She was about to tell Trunks when he pulled her close to him and forced her to look at him. Before Pan could think, Trunks’ lips were on hers.

All at once the world around Pan dissolved and exploded at the same time. His lips felt so warm and soft on her own cold ones. She instantly knew that all of the stories were wrong about Trunks being a good kisser. He was even better than the stories had said. Pan slowly wrapped her arms around Trunks’ neck. Allowing herself to be pulled closer to him and to kiss him back with as much force as he was kissing her.

Trunks in the mean time was in heaven himself. As Pan wrapped her arms around his neck he wrapped his around her waist. Amazed at how perfect that she felt in his arms, like she was made for no one but him. Her lips were almost like ice and Trunks was determined to try his hardest to warm them up. Trunks gently pushed his tongue against Pan’s lips and she willingly opened her mouth for him. With a growl at the back of his throat Trunks began exploring Pan’s mouth.

It seemed like hours that the two of them stood there exploring each other. Giving into feelings that had been denied for years. Slowly Trunks pulled away from the kiss when his lungs began screaming for oxygen. “Wow.” Pan whispered as Trunks rested his forehead on Pan’s.

Trunks smiled cockily. “So I take it you enjoyed the kiss?”

Pan nodded and kissed him again on the lips. “You could say that.”

Trunks returned the kiss and looked Pan. “Pan…I have a request to make.”

“What?”

“Let me find a way to make you Sayjin again. Just me. Not my mother or any of the other people at Capsule Corp. Then you will know that you aren’t taking any hand outs. It will be a gift from me to you because I love you.”

Pan pulled away. Her face filled with confusion. “Why? Why can’t I stay as a vampire and you as a Sayjin. None of my family has to know that I am alive…”

Trunks shook his head. “Fine you want to stay a vampire then make me one too.”

“What?” Pan shouted.

“Pan…I have been in hell for the past year. Every day I prayed to die so I could end all of the pain that came from loosing you. Now that I know that you are alive. I am not going to loose you again. Either you let me find a way to make you Sayjin again…or you make me a vampire. I’m not going to go anywhere without you beside me. So make your choice.”

Pan closed her eyes. To be normal again was something that she never allowed herself to dream about. She had already come to the assumption of being alone for the rest of her life. Now here Trunks was standing before her, telling her that he loved her. Giving her to option of being normal again or making him a vampire so that they would be together forever. It was a tempting offer. To have Trunks by her side every night, hunting in the darkness. Pan shook her head quickly to diminish the thought. She could not do that to Trunks. She could not allow him to feel the pain and suffering that she felt as she became a vampire. She loved him to much to allow that.

Pan turned back around and looked at Trunks. He had been watching her the entire time. Pan could see in his eyes the determination to be with her and the love he had for her. Pan slowly nodded her head. “I give you my permission to find a way to make me Sayjin again. Because I trust you and I love you.”

Trunks’ face lit up in a huge smile. He quickly walked over to Pan and kissed her deeply again. “I promise you this Pan. I will find a way to make you you again.”

“I know you will Trunks.”

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Days turned into months as Trunk began to search for a cure for Pan. Everyday he would spend every spare hour that he wasn’t in a meeting in the lab trying to find a way to help Pan. When he wasn’t there he was with Pan, trying to make up for the year that they were separated. Finding out what her life had actually been like while everyone thought she was dead.

Both Bulma and Vegeta noticed a change in Trunks. He looked happier and healthier that he had in the past year. Bulma wasn’t sure what was going on but she was happy that her son was finally acting like the person he once had. Vegeta was happy that his mate had finally quit bugging him about Trunks.

One day Trunks came to Pan’s capsule house like he had every day before. “Pan? You here?” he called walking inside and placing the boxes of pizza he had bought for dinner on the table.

There was no reply. Trunks shrugged and shut the door behind her. He assumed that Pan was working late at the diner and began to fox a salad to go along with the pizza. He was pulling the head of lettuce out of the refrigerator when he heard a small moan coming from Pan’s bedroom. Trunks thinking that something had happened to Pan burst into her bedroom, ready to attack. Instead of finding Pan dead or bleeding on the ground close to death. He saw Pan curled up in a small ball on the bed. She was covered with sweat and shaking violently. “Pan?” Trunks asked racing over to Pan’s side placing a hand on her cheek.

Pan tried to back away but she was too weak. “Go home Trunks. I’ll be fine,” she whispered to him, her voice full of pain.

Trunks shook his head, his eyes filled with worry. “I’m not leaving you Pan. Not ever. Now what’s wrong?”

“It…its been a month since I last fed on blood. My body is getting a little pissed at me for not giving it what it wants.” Pan replied.

“Then feed off of me.”

Pan looked at Trunks shocked. “Repeat that one more time. I could have sworn that you told me to fee off of you.”

Trunks nodded. “I did.”

Pan slowly sat up in bed and ignored the pain of doing so. This had been the longest that she had ever held out feeding off of blood before. Since Trunks came she had spent all of her nights with him, enjoying the first human company that she had had in the past year. Slowly falling more and more in love with him than she ever had been. Now he was standing before her wanting her to feed off of him. That was something she could not do and she told him so.

Trunks smiled at Pan and gently kissed her on the lips. “Pan…this is part of who you now are. If giving a piece of myself to you will help keep you alive then I will gladly give you every part of me that I can. This is just once a month that you will feed off of me. Wouldn’t you rather feed off of me and not some stranger that you have never met before?”

“I could hurt you.” Pan said weakly.

“Hey, you know what they say. You always hurt the one that you love.”

Pan glared at Trunks who smiled again at her. “Sorry. I’m not giving you a choice here Pan. You are going to feed off of me even if I have to force you to. And believe me, I will find a way to force you.”

Pan growled and nodded her head. “Fine…I’ll feed off of you. But I can’t get rid of the sinking feeling that I am some how going to loose all of the arguments that we have.”

Trunks kissed her on the lips again. “Only on the ones that I know I can win.”

Trunks stood up and pulled his t-shirt off. Pan was glad that she was no longer alive and could not blush as she watched Trunks reveal his sculpted chest. Otherwise she would be the color of a beet right about now. Trunks sat down on the bed beside Pan. She slowly leaned in and began kissing Trunks on the lips. She next slowly left a trail of kisses down his jaw and down to the base of his neck. She licked the place where his shoulders met his neck with the tip of her tongue. Smiling at the shiver that it caused Trunks. She opened her mouth and morphed into a vampire. Her fangs sank slowly into Trunks’ neck, not wanting to cause him any pain.

The bite stung Trunks a little at first but as Pan began feeding off of him, pleasure quickly replaced pain. Trunks moaned softly as Pan buried her fingers in his hair. Whoa! Trunks whispered in his mind.

He heard Pan giggle. I take it that you are enjoying this? she asked more herself than anyone.

Pan!? Trunks asked shocked.

Trunks laughed at Pan’s comment. It doesn’t matter. Technically you have claimed me as your mate by biting me on the neck. So you are now stuck with me forever.

Pan sighed and pulled away from Trunks. Instantly the two puncture wounds healed, leaving no scar. She morphed back to her normal face. “It’s kind of hard to stay mad at you Trunks. Something about your dead sexy hair and that killer smile. Makes someone forget why they are mad at you.”

“Oh really?” Trunks asked crawly closer to Pan and pinning her against the bed. “Then I will have to remember to give you one of my famous smiles the next time that you are mad at me.”

“Don’t push your luck mister!” Pan joked.

“I think I will push my luck anytime that I want to. After all I am the Prince of all Sayjins. I can do whatever I want!”

“I thought that your father was Prince of all Sayjins, or so he likes to remind us all the time.”

“Nope. He’s the king, I’m the Prince and Bra is the Princess. Now quit contradicting me. I am your Prince after all.”

Pan nodded and kissed Trunks on the lips. Gently playing with his hair the entire time. “That’s right. You are my Prince…my prince charming.”

“I love you Pan.” Trunks whispered giving Pan another kiss.

“I love you too Trunks. For now and forever.”

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Time sped past at the same pace as it always did, but for Pan it seemed to pass by faster than before. For once she was completely happy and at peace. She had a pretty good job, a man who loved her and immortality. What more could one ask for? But there was still something missing. Everyday Trunks would come to her home and tell her of the news that he had found out about the cure he was working on. It seemed that he was getting closer and closer to finding a way to make her normal again. But then one day things changed. Trunks became stuck in his formula. No matter how hard he tried. He could not figure out what to so next.

Trunks sighed as he pulled Pan closer to him on night. They were lying together on Pan’s couch not doing much. All around them were the presents Trunks had bought for his family and friends for Christmas, which was about three weeks away. He and Pan had spent most of their Saturday together wrapping them. They had taken a brake and cuddled together.

Pan turned over and looked at Trunks. “What’s wrong Trunks?”

“Nothing.” Trunks lied.

“Liar. What’s wrong? Problems at work?”

Trunks shook his head. “No…problems with the cure for you. I have no clue where to go next.”

“Don’t worry. You will figure it out.”

Trunks shook his head. “That’s the problem Pan. I can’t. I have been stuck in the same place for the past month and a half! I need my mom’s help to figure out what the last piece of the puzzle that I am missing.”

Pan instantly pulled away from Trunks and stood up. “No! You promised that it would only be you working on this. You aren’t going to ask Bulma for help!”

“Pan why the hell are you so against asking my mother for help. Don’t you think that she and the others deserve to know that you are still alive? If I can accept what you are I know that the others would too. Pan…they all love you just as much, if not more than I do.”

Pan shook her head and began pacing back and forth. “Why does everything that we do together have to wind up becoming a shouting match. Every since you found out that I was still alive all you have been doing is pressuring me to do things. Let me find a way to save you Pan. Feed off me to stay alive Pan.

“Every time I turn around you are asking me to do this and that! I have lived like this for a year. Watching from the shadows as everyone lives a better life without me in it!”

“If you think that Pan, then you haven’t been watching closely enough. Almost everyone you know was effected by you dying. It is slowly killing your mother and father. I haven’t seen Videl smile in the entire year that you have been gone. Gohan hardly ever speaks. He won’t even go to any of the gatherings that are held by my mom. Chi Chi acts like she is in a daze most of the time, muttering about how she knows that you will come back. Goku won’t even eat any more. That’s saying something right there. The only reason why your Uncle acts the least bit normal is because he has Bra and he has to be her strength to get her though everything. I could continue on with my family if you want me too Pan!” Trunks shouted a little louder than he meant to.

“You don’t understand. You can never understand.” Pan sobbed.

Trunks shook his head. “You are right. I don’t understand. All I know is that my life became a little more bearable when I found out that you were still alive. Your family will feel the same as I did if you allow me to tell them that you are alive. But I am not going to do anything without your permission.”

“I scared Trunks. I’m scared that they will look at me and see a freak instead of their daughter Pan. That my mom and dad won’t want me to be around them anymore. I could not live knowing that.”

Trunks walked over to Pan and stopped her pacing. He wrapper his arms around her and gave her a huge hug. “They won’t think that. I know Gohan and Videl. They will be thrilled that you are safe. Knowing Gohan he will try his hardest to help me out with this little project.”

Pan hugged Trunks back and looked up at him. “Christmas.”

Trunks gave Pan a blank look. “Huh?”

“You have until Christmas to find a cure for me. If you can’t…then we will tell everyone that I am a vampire and ask your mother for help. But I am warning you. You still have to keep up your progress. You can’t slack off to make me tell everyone that I am alive.”

Trunks raised his hands in the Boy Scout salute. “I swear to you that I will not slack off to try to make you tell everyone that you are still here.”

Pan laughed and smacked Trunks’ hand down. “You were never a Boy Scout so stop it.”

“I thought that it made me look like I was honest and sincere.”

Pan shook her head but did not reply.

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The festivities at Capsule Corp were calmed down from most years but it was still easy to tell that there was festivities going on. Ever since Pan’s death Bulma had scaled back her normal Christmas party to only family and friends. Yamcha and Puar were there, along with Tien and Chozu. Gohan and Videl were sitting on the couch quietly talking with Goku and Chi Chi. Bra and Goten were sitting in one corner of the room talking quietly to each other. From her place beside the Christmas tree with Vegeta, Bulma suspected that they were talking about something she knew she would love to hear. 18, Krillin, Marron and Uub were all missing because of Marron’s baby that was on the way. Marron was too sick most of the time to move so the four of them were having a small Christmas party at Master Roshi’s house. They had sent their presents for everyone later on that week.

The only person that seemed to be missing that should have been there was Trunks. Bulma had hoped that Trunks would come to the party. He has shown so much progress in the last few months that Bulma was sure that he would be there. But yet his usual chair was empty. “I wonder where Trunks is?” she asked her husband.

“He is upstairs in his room. Has been for the last few hours Woman. If the brat doesn’t want to come down and make merry. He doesn’t have to.” Vegeta grunted.

“I know. I was just hoping that he would come down and visit with us a least a little. I was hoping that he got over Pan’s death.”

Vegeta shook his head. “A Sayjin does not get over the death of his mate. There will always be a hole in his heart that can never be filled. It was that way with my father, it will be that way with me and it is that with my son.”

Bulma smiled at him. “I always knew that you were a big softy under that gruff exterior!”

Vegeta muttered something in Sayjin but did not brush Bulma away as she kissed him on the cheek. It was then that Bra and Goten stood up from their corner and walked to the front of the room. “Excuse me everyone! I have an announcement to make!” Bra began drawing everyone’s attention to her. “Goten and I are getting married!”

Goten glanced nervously over at Vegeta. “That is…if it’s okay with you Vegeta.”

Vegeta glared at Goten. “As sad as it might be. I would rather my princess marry a baka like you than some weakling earthling.”

Bra’s face lit up in a huge smile. She rushed over to her father and gave him a huge hug. “Thank you so much Daddy!”

It was then that everyone there began congratulating Bra and Goten about the upcoming marriage. They were so interested in asking them about it that no one noticed Trunks walk into the room with the black cloaked figure.

This was a bad idea Trunks. Can’t I go back home? Pan asked Trunks as he led her into the living room.

Trunks shook his head. No, we have come this far we will go the rest of the way.

“Ahem!” Trunks said clearing his throat loudly to get everyone’s attention.

“Trunks!” Goten called out. “Just the guy I wanted to see. I want to ask you to be my best man. There is no one else I would rather have beside me. Will you do it?”

Trunks smiled and nodded. “Of course. I would be offended if you asked anyone else. But that’s not why I am here. I have something to show you all.” Trunks said pointing to the hooded figure beside him.

“What? You have a Black Rider as a girlfriend?” Yamcha joked.

Trunks shook his head and smiled. “No, this is a present from me to all of you. I had some to give you all, but I figured that this one would be far better than anything I could buy you.”

“Well…give it is us.” Bra said a little afraid of what might be under the hood of the person.

Trunks looked at figure. “Remove your hood whenever you are ready to.”

Very slowly two small hands came out of the sleeves of the cloak and pushed back the hood, revealing the face of Pan. “Hello everyone.” she said quietly as the room went so silent a pin drop could be heard. “Merry Christmas.”

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