Trunks sighed warily as he entered the darkened house. He had spent another long day at work and wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep. He made his way through the hallway and towards his room. When he had almost reached it, he was surprised when the light in the hallway was switched on and he saw his mother standing there.

"That's not what I mean. All you seem to do is work and sleep. I'm worried about you," she said in a concerned tone of voice.

"I'm fine." Trunks repeated this time with a bit of a snap in his voice. All he wanted was to go to bed and sleep.

"No," Bulma said simply. "I think you're taking this situation with Pan to hard."

"And how am I supposed to take it, mom? One of my best friends died." Trunks snapped at her.

"We'll bring her back as soon as we find the Dragonballs." Bulma said, remaining calm.

"And when are we going to do that. We've looked all over for Goku, and can't find him anywhere. We can't use the dragonradar, because it's gone. Look, I just want to go to bed." He brushed past her and entered his room.

After preparing for bed, he laid down. He let his mind drift and slowly fell into a deep sleep.

"Where am I?" Trunks asked. He gazed around himself in shock. He was in an open meadow, with a stream gently running through it. The sky above him was a dazzling blue without a cloud in sight.

"You're dreaming," A familiar voice answered him from behind. He spun around and gazed upon a familiar figure.

"You, at a loss for words? What has the world come to?" She asked with a teasing grin.

"It's kind of like an astral projection." Was her reply. He started to ask her more questions, but she held up a hand to stop him. "Let's just say you're mind is here, but you're body is safely tucked at home in bed."

Trunks still had questions, but decided not to ask, and just accept it. After all, he had been missing her and now had an opportunity to see her, even if it was only a dream.

"Two weeks, is that how long it's been here? It's been a lot longer for me. Time is different here.

"Well, force yourself," she said dryly. "Anyway, I've been learning some new fighting techniques. The stuff that Negla has been teaching me is really amazing. She's already taught me so much, and she has a lot more she's going to teach me."

"Yep. She's so much like your father. You wouldn't believe it. So what have you been doing."

"Have you seen my family, are they all right. How are they taking all this." She asked him.

Trunks felt guilt at her question. He had promised to take care of them for her, but had been so wrapped up in his own grief he hadn't even seen them. "No, I'm sorry. I haven't seen them since the day that you died."

"What did you expect. They love you and you went and did something stupid. You just had to go and play martyr, didn't you." For the first time, Trunks lost his temper. He had felt such guilt over not realizing what was going to happen. The signs had been there that she knew something, but he had ignored them. And he couldn't forgive himself for that.

'Look," she said, ignoring his outburst. "I have to go. Would you do me a favor?"

"Go to my house and get there's two letters in my desk. Get them and give the one to my parents to them and read the other one, okay."

The next morning Trunks woke up early and left before anyone else was awake. He flew quickly to Gohan and Videl's house. He saw an open window and crept in, careful not to make any noise.

Trunks found himself in the kitchen of their house. He checked to make sure that no one was awake and crept down the hall to Pan's room.

He got to her room and quietly opened the door. He ducked inside and eased the door shut. Going over to her desk, he opened the top drawer and looked inside. To put it kindly would to say it was a mess. Papers and other items were shoved inside. It was impossible to locate anything in there. Quickly pulling them out, he ruffled through the papers.

He finally found the letter he was looking for and sighed in relief. All this breaking and entering stuff was starting to wear thin on his nerves. Walking over to the door, he eased it open and was just about to ease through when he heard it.

"I'll be there in a minute." Trunks heard Goten called to his brother, down the hallway.

"Damn." He said, ducking back into the room. I should have just gone to Gohan and told him to look in the desk in the first place, a little voice in the back of his head said. And if he wanted to know how he knew? Another voice asked. What are you going to do, tell him that his dead daughter told you to in your dreams? You'd be locked in the loony bin within a week. Shouldn't I be, the other voice answered. I'm setting here arguing with myself. "Shut up," Trunks told both the voices.

He could hear the footsteps as they came closer to the stairs. Not wanting to risk getting caught, Trunks did the only thing he could do, dive into the closet. How does Pan always seem to get me in trouble, he asked with a sigh.

When he was sure that who ever had went by was gone, he opened the door a crack and peeked out. When he was sure it was safe he crept silently out and jumped out the window. After he was gone, he couldn't help smiling at himself. He had actually broken into his best friend's brother's house. And it had been kind of fun.

He settled himself under the tree and opened the letter addressed to him. He was surprised at the contents.

Dear Trunks, If you're reading this, I'm probably dead. Which is a good thing considering the fact that if I wasn't dead and had realized that you had gone through my stuff, I would kill you. Well, I know you, and I know that you're feeling guilty, right? Well, stop. Right now. You know me, once I have my mind set, no one can change it. That's one of the reasons I went on that trip with you and Grandpa Goku. And everything always seems to work out. If I hadn't done what I did, then lots of people would have been hurt. I couldn't live with the guilt of that, and you couldn't of either. So, even if you had stopped me, people would have been hurt. I was just narrowing down the amount. So, get over it, okay. You have more important things to worry about right now. Like where the hell my Grandpa is. Now get over it, and get to work. Sincerely, Pan

Trunks couldn't help smiling to himself. The note sounded so much like Pan. He wondered how she had known about her Grandpa, but then shrugged it off. After all that happened, this shouldn't surprise him too much. Pulling himself off the ground he started flying home. He clutched the letters close to his chest as he headed home. He had work to do.

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Trunks arrived home a few minutes later. But unlike when he left, he had a huge smile on his face. He entered the house and went straight to his mom's lab. "Mom, are you in here?" he called into the room.

Trunks followed the voice and saw his mother's feet sticking out from under a machine. When he got by her, she rolled out from under and sat looking at him, hesitant about what his attitude would be like after the previous night. Trunks noticed her look, and immediately apologized.

"Mom, I'm sorry about last night. It was rude of me to take my frustration out on you." Bulma noticed the difference in her son's expression and a smile lightened her face. She wasn't sure what had happened to cause the change that had come over her son, but what ever it was, she was grateful.

"Yeah, did you ever finish the new Dragonball Radar that you were working on?" He asked her, glad that she was forgiving him for his attitude the night before.

"Yeah, I just finished it this morning." Bulma said, walking over to where it was laying on a table. Trunks looked at the device that appeared to be a high-tech watch.

"Yes, I'm sure it will work." Bulma snapped. She hated it when anyone doubted her work. "All you have to do is push this little button on the side to turn it on." She told him.

"Thanks," Trunks told her. With a quick kiss on her cheek he was rushing out of the room with it in his hands. "I'll be back as soon as I find Goku." Trunks called over his shoulder as he raced out of the room.

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Gohan was getting ready to leave for work when he heard someone calling his name. Looking up into the air, he noticed someone flying towards him. He smiled when he recognized Trunks.

"Hi," Gohan called towards him. Trunks landed near Gohan and immediately noticed the circles under his eyes, as if it had been a long time since he had slept well. "What's up?" he asked.

Gohan saw his name on the front and immediately recognized Pan's handwriting. "What's this?" he asked in amazement.

Dear Mom and Dad, If you are reading this than I know that something happened to me. I just want you to know that I was expecting this to happen. There was absolutely nothing that you could have done to prevent it, so stop thinking about maybes. I had to do this. You always taught me to do what was right, and this was the right thing to do. I know you are sad and feel responsible, but you shouldn't. Just know that I'll be back soon and I love you both very much. Love, Pan

Gohan felt tears stinging his eyes. He missed her so much, and the house seemed so empty without her. He missed all the noise she would make and all the trouble she would create. Pan had filled the house with laughter, something that he really missed lately.

"Thanks," he told Trunks in a gruff voice. "I'm going to go show this to Videl."

Trunks just nodded, he didn't know what was in the note, but it had really helped cheer Gohan up. "Is Goten here?" he asked.

"Yeah, he's inside." Gohan said, glancing back down at the note. Trunks went with him up to the house and called in for Goten. A few seconds later, Goten came out dressed in casual clothes.

"What?" Goten asked standing up straight at the serious expression on Trunks face.

"Come on, we've got to go find your dad." Goten started to ask him more questions, but instead just smiled and rushed off to pack. This is going to be fun, he thought to himself.

Chapter 3