Author's Note
This is a PanxTrunks story, but it is a little slow starting up. First bit may seem more Goten, but it will change. No one is together with anyone in the beginning.
Set after the Grand Tour. Everyone except Goku is alive.
Pan is 15
Bra is 17
Goten is 28
Trunks is 29
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any characters or variations of DBZ. I only own my OCs and I promise there will not be very many of them.
Chapter one: The Message
Pan glanced down at her phone rereading the strange text message from Goten.
*She left*
'Who was he talking about? She who?' she thought. She finished grabbing her book bag and going to look for Bra. "Hey Bra." Bra smiled at her saiyan friend.
"What's up Pan?" They started walking to the exit of the school.
"I got this strange text from Goten, here" she handed Bra her cell.
"She who? Maybe he sent it to you by mistake. Call him real quick"
Pan took her phone back and called her uncle. She was shocked to hear him sob out hello on the other end of the phone. "Goten! What's wrong?... Okay, we'll be right there," Bra stared eyes wide waiting for the recap. "Paris dumped him for real this time, and he's in pretty bad shape"
"I'll text Trunks, where is he at?"
"Mount Paozu"
The girls headed toward Bra's car in the parking lot
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Once the girls arrived, they found Goten in a pile of tissues at the dining room table. Chi-Chi was stroking his back trying to get him to eat. 'Wow, he isn't eating. This is bad' Pan thought.
"Goten what happened?" asked Bra.
Goten looked up at the girls his eyes red and puffy. "Paris…she left me. She said I didn't make enough,,, money that I was too childish to waste anymore time with" he responded returning his face to the table.
"Uncle Goten, she's wrong. You have a great personality! It reminds me of Grandpa's."
"Yeah, and no one ever feels like you're a waste of time. You are too much fun to be. She was no fun!"
"I was starting to look at rings" said Goten in a soft voice.
"Goten, you are just getting to the age when you want to settle down. Paris wasn't the right girl plain and simple. Don't get me wrong she was a fine young lady, but putting you through this proves she isn't the one," declared Chi-Chi as she placed a bowl of stew in front of Goten.
"Maybe if I get a new higher paying job, she'll come back"
"No Goten, don't think like that. You deserve better that her"
There was a knock at the door. Pan rushed to answer it. She found Trunks still in his business suit looking worried. "How is he?" he asked.
"Not good, he won't even eat"
"That's awful, do you know what happened?"
"She told him he was childish and didn't make enough money" Pan told him as they entered the house.
"Hey Goten," Trunks tried to get his friend to look up, which he didn't, but a mumble resembling a hey was heard from the face down Goten.
"Trunks why don't you take Goten out and meet some new people tonight" suggested Bra trying to make clubbing and bar hopping sound appropriate in front Chi-Chi.
Chi-Chi still caught on. "No! My son is getting to the point he is looking for a wife not a hussy!" Pan couldn't help but laugh at her grandmother.
"Don't worry mom. I don't want to get back out on the dating scene… I just want to wallow," announced Goten.
There was a loud bang on the door. Pan ran to answer it again. This time it was her Great Grandfather the Ox King. "Pan you look so grown up! You must have to fight the boys off with a stick."
"Not really, are you here because of Goten?"
"Yes Chi-Chi called me"
"Come on in, he just announced that he wishes to wallow"
Everyone greeted the Ox King as he entered into the dining room. He sat at the table with Goten. "So you wanna wallow huh?" Goten nodded still face down on the table. "That's a shame. I just met a really great girl that is just your speed"
"Dad what are you talking about?"
"I met a sweet girl that I think could be wife material for Goten. That is if he's willing to meet her"
"Not right now grandpa, I'm too sad"
"She's coming to Satan City in two weeks, how about I have you meet her then?"
"Okay," Goten said finally pulling his head up to play with the bowl of stew in front of him.