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Summary: Trunks has been having difficulties in his marriage since day one it seems, while Pan has been growing into a mature adult. What happens when a surprise is sprung on Trunks and the only person he can confide in is none other than Pan?

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Chapter 1: Changes

He had always loved her, in that brother-sister sort of way. She was always following him and his best friend around everywhere they went. When she was younger, it was cute to see her with her eyes lit up and a smile broad across her features. She was always ready to embrace what the two older men wanted to do. As time went by and she grew older though, he noticed her demeanor change, it was not an obvious change though. Subtly she began pulling away from the men, realizing that their age differences also interfered with their common interests - at least, at her age - so she grew less attached, had cliche conversations with the men, and by the ripe old age of eighteen, was fully dependent on herself. His name was Trunks.

She had always looked up to him, in a sense that he was like her hero. He must have grown a little bit tired of her constant energy - after all, there was a seven year age difference between the two of them - and he would always tell her when it was time to go back home to her mommy and daddy when she got a little too hyper. Yet, as he got older, he realized that she was no longer a child, that she, too, was getting to be the same age he once was when the two of them would play and laugh together. Sadly, her feelings toward him changed on the day he asked her to be the flower girl in his wedding. He was only nineteen years old then, and she was only twelve, and she hesitantly accepted. After his marriage, of course, that was when she realized they were in two different worlds. Her name was Pan.

From age twelve until eighteen, she grew up. She finally let go of what the faerie tales in those story books she read deceived her into believing what reality truly was, what love truly was. During her transition into adulthood, she experienced so much heartbreak, but she was able to repair her heart fairly well. It gave her a sense to be strong, to not let her feelings always get the best of her in a relationship, to be wary of the people she chose to trust.

She truly was not like a lot of other girls, yes, she had quite some dating experience, yet she never fully gave herself to any one man. She knew her limits, she knew right from wrong, and she knew not to just give away her dignity to every man she met, in fact, she never gave it away to anyone at her young age. She was waiting, waiting for the right person to come along - that is, if he even existed.

He wasn't always perfect, in fact, marriage might have been his biggest mistake. He knew he was young when he was married, but it felt right in that moment. Some days he would wake up and regret his marriage, but then realize that he had to make it work, he was not going to give up at any costs. After all, she was the first woman that he fell in love with.

He was like your typical man, sexually driven. He knew that what had attracted him to his wife was her slim body and shapely bosoms. However, in time, realized that looks was not what it was all about. When he came to this realization, it was because his blond bombshell of a wife was throwing their brand new dishes all over the kitchen floor after he had decided to take over his family's business.

So, this is where it starts. This is how two regular people with two regular lives end up colliding and creating something unfathomable. It is not your typical cliche romance, so if that is what you are wanting or expecting, then read no further, close this book, or put it right back up on the store shelves, because in the real world, life is not a fairy tale, there is no such thing as a happy ending.

Just look at Pan, look what happened when she thought life was a fairy tale, it hit her in the face like a ton of bricks. Sadly, the same thing happened to Trunks. He is now living in a harsh reality, confused as to what he will do with his life from here on out. So, let's get this started, let the story speak for itself as you skim through these pages.

"Trunks! Hey Trunks!" a deep voice beckoned from outside of the house. The man who was projecting himself was none other than Goten, Trunks' lifelong friend. He generally acted as though he were a jester and that he never took life too seriously. He was a very laid back young man, yet a hard worker at the same time. What had scared him the most though about Trunks was that even though the two had been friends since what seemed childbirth, Trunks was never one to express his feelings, he always kept his world a secret. "Are you up there?"

Lavender hair shone from the window that Goten was looking up at. It was a Saturday morning, and the last thing the married man wanted to do was wake up at the crack of dawn and go fishing with his best friend. Groaning, he forced himself out of the bed and peeked out the window; the sun was rising and every shade of orange and yellow beamed straight into his eyes. The aging man glanced down at the woman that was laying in the bed still sound asleep.

"Come on, man, we can't waste the day away!" Goten yelled as he waved his arms rapidly in the air in some feeble manner to make his friend hurry up. Sighing, he knew that there was truly nothing he could do in order to make him get ready any quicker. The man was somewhat impatient though. "The fish are all going to leave the lake if you go any slower!"

Trunks chuckled at the way his friend was reacting. It baffled him to believe his best friend still did not understand he hated going fishing. Yet, the lavender haired man still found an old t-shirt in his closet with some camouflage shorts. This was, of course, the typical male fishing outfit.

Right as he opened the bedroom door to leave, his wife shifted in her sleep. Trunks could not help but stop and hold his breath for a moment, knowing that if she woke up he would hear nothing but endless yelling and screaming at the fact that he was spending time with his best friend in lieu of his wife. He watched her meticulously, hoping and praying she would not wake up, and as she rolled over to face him, her eyes fluttered opened slightly.

"Baby?" She inquired curiously, seeing her husband standing before her with a questioning look upon his features. "What are you doing?"

"I have some work I have to do in the office, Marron, but don't worry, I'll be back." He whispered. He cautiously approached his wife and lovingly caressed her face - like he did when he had first kissed her - and quietly gazed as she drifted back into sleep.

Releasing a breath he did not know he was holding, he finally was able to make it out of his bedroom. As he walked downstairs to meet Goten, all he could think about was how his relationship with his wife had been built on nothing but lies. He tried to block out the memories and thoughts, but to no avail did it work by the time he reached his friend.

"You okay?" Goten asked quietly, knowing how Marron could be sometimes. Even though Trunks was not open about his relationship to Goten, Goten had witnessed a few of her outbursts in the past. Trunks nodded his head in reply and it was apparent that he did not want to speak about what was on his mind. "Well, are you ready to catch some fish?"

As the two men made their way down to the fishing docks with their fishing poles, they carried on with cliche talk, like how the weather was, and the typical how are you with an answer of fine. Sadly, their relationship as friends had been taking a turn like this for the past year, and neither of them knew how to strengthen it back to its regular bond.

The lake shone bright as the morning sun beamed on it; its glimmer reflected off the faces of the two friends, and a fish hopped out of the water as if to tease them. As they sat at the edge of the dock with their feet hanging over, they cast their lines out in hopes of catching a big one.

"Hey Trunks, do you see that in the water?" Goten asked, pointing to a figure about fifty feet away. Trunks hummed yes in reply as he, too, was gazing at the figure that was quickly approaching them. Squinting his eyes, he noticed that it looked like a person, swimming on their back and basking in the warm summer heat. "It's a girl."

The figure in the water they identified as a girl finally was close enough in sight that they recognized who it was. It was none other than Goten's niece, Pan. Her raven hair beamed brightly in the sun as her brown eyes sparkled when she noticed to two men. She slowly swam up to the two and pulled herself up on the dock in order to talk with them in a casual manner.

"What are you two old men doing around here?" She asked coyly, nudging the two of them in the shoulder. Pan always was full of spunk and that spunk is what gave her such a friendly and warming personality, she practically had tell me your life story written blatantly on her forehead because of what was in her heart. When that happens to someone, it's like a piece of their heart just withers away into nothingness and you've got no one that will listen to you.

"Trying to get away from the women in our lives." Goten joked. Goten had been dating a girl Paris for years now, and it was strange that the two of them had never insisted upon getting married quick. He was just the type of guy who did not want to rush into things, he did not want to end up like his best friend after all. "How about you? Looks like you're getting older too!"

"Well, I'm not as old as you two!" she exclaimed. She pushed herself off the dock quickly and glanced off into the horizon. "Tell me if you see my mom, she's got me under close watch."

"Why is that? Aren't you seventeen now?" Trunks asked.

"Actually, I'm eighteen and I'm going to be nineteen in less than a month. Way to keep up with the times Trunks, I guess it's just difficult for you though, you're losing your memory 'cause of your age."

Trunks eyed her curiously before pushing her back into the lake. The young woman screamed before her body made harsh contact with the water. As she came up for air, she promptly gave Trunks a very rude gesture with her hands, only causing Trunks to laugh. Huffing, she swam back up to the dock - only this time she did not climb up - and glared at the two men.

"You're horrible!" she squealed. Just as Trunks opened his mouth to retort, a voice in the distance distracted Pan. It was none other than Videl, Pan's overprotective mother, crying out for her daughter because she had been missing for the past twenty minutes. Rolling her eyes, the raven haired girl forced herself to let go of the dock and began swimming away from the two older men. "Well, it was nice seeing you two! We'll have to catch up some other time."

Not even a moment later, someone else was heading in their direction, only this time, it was Trunks' father, Vegeta. Vegeta was a very strict man in his policies and always demanded perfection from his son and daughter. However, he knew that his daughter would probably never come close, so he generally relied on Trunks for a majority of things. The two were inseparable at times, with Trunks confiding a majority of his issues to his father. It took the two men to realize that the short stature man was standing in front of them, yet when they did, each of them stood alert.

"I need you two back at Capsule Corporation, it is urgent." the aging man stated tritely. Brown eyes met blue eyes as the two men both had fear in their eyes. Before either could respond, Vegeta had already flown off into the sky, shooting off like a rocket. With haste, Trunks and Goten hurried after the Saiyan Prince in order to find out what exactly was going on.

They touched the ground softly and entered the double doors to Capsule Corporation. Each of them seemed antsy and nervous about what Vegeta had prepared for them. The thick voice of Vegeta resounded down the hallway and the men followed to where it was coming from. As they approached the door where they heard Vegeta's voice, each of them took a deep breath before entering.

"Bulma, you are not going to decide what they do. I am in charge of this portion of the company, so please do not interfere with me!" The enraged older man yelled. Bulma, his blue haired wife, was in tears at her husband's outrage and forced herself not to cry. Angrily, she ran out of the room, passing right by her son and his friend without a thought to say anything to either of them.

"Dad, what-" Trunks began.

"Get in the space ship." Vegeta barked. He watched as the two men scurried onto the ship in a hurry, afraid to see what would happen if they waited a second longer to embark. Vegeta stalked onto the ship, glaring at each his son and the son of Goku. "I need you to pay close attention, you understand?"

"Yes." the two responded in unison.

"I know you both know of the destruction of Planet Vegeta, yet what you do not know is that Frieza's minions had stolen some family heirlooms from the planet years before it was destroyed. With the technology that Bulma has invented, we were able to track down these minions and the specific family heirlooms that were pilfered. Now, I know you are the President of Capsule Corporation and believe I have no right to tell you what to do, but this is urgent son, you must go out and retrieve these heirlooms, they are very powerful and magical."

"What can they do?" Goten asked out of curiosity. As a response he received a glare from the Saiyan Prince himself. Gulping down his pride, he conspicuously began whistling as if he never asked the question in the first place.

"Trunks, Goten, will you two be able to complete this mission?"

The two Saiyan Warriors nodded their heads in reply. Though, Goten seemed somewhat apprehensive about it. He never really trusted Vegeta, and this mission of his somewhat scared him. However, Trunks stood tall in stature, prepared to take on whatever would come before them.

Vegeta walked off the space ship, knowing that Trunks and Goten were preparing to launch, and smirked proudly up at his son messing with the gadgets on the ship. He knew that nothing could deter his son, that is, nothing except his good-for-nothing wife. Sighing, the aging man left the room just as the ceiling was opening for the ship to take off.

"Are you ready Goten?" Trunks asked, eager to go on their new mission. His friend nodded in reply, and not a second later they shot off into the sky at super-speed.

"Those two are in for a rude awakening." Vegeta murmured under his breath as the space ship disappeared in the sky. He had turned around to head for his bedroom when none other than Marron herself was standing in front of him with a distraught look upon her features. With no concern in his voice at all, Vegeta asked the typical question. "What is wrong with you?"

"I can't believe you! Why did you make him leave?!" She exclaimed. Marron's fists punched the older man's chest as fury washed over her. Her blond hair fell into her eyes as tears from from them. It did not take too much time for the woman to lose all of her strength and fall into the arms of her father-in-law. "He cannot leave, I had to speak with him today. I had to tell him something that has been eating me alive. Please, let me take a space ship out to stop him."

Vegeta's gut instinct was to ignore her - as usual - and forget that she had even come up to him and speak with him. Yet, something was different in her demeanor, and she even smelled different than usual - that was not Trunks' cologne on her, was it? - as he eyed her curiously. Accepting her wishes, he found a small pod that was somewhat slower than the space ship Trunks and Goten had embarked on minutes ago.

"Their first stop is in less than an hour, I'm setting the coordinates for Trunks' and Goten's ship, do not touch anything in the pod." Vegeta stated as he pushed various buttons in the pod and then gestured for Marron to step into it. "And don't worry about getting home, the coordinates are also set to go back to Earth once you go back in the pod."

"Thank you so much Vegeta." she said and hugged him. He initially tensed up from the hug and pushed her off him quickly. Realizing Vegeta was not affectionate with other people, the blond sat in the pod and watched as the door closed slowly, she was leaving planet Earth for the first time in her life and she was not in the least frightened about it, she was more worried about what was in the back pocket of her jeans.

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"We have not been out on a serious mission like this together in years, have we?" Goten asked. He leaned back in the comfortable chair and propped his feet up on the console. Trunks pushed his friend's feet down quickly, noticing a small malfunction in the auto-pilot.

"No, we sure haven't. It's good though, just you and me enjoying ourselves with no worries of our women. I mean, it's not like they can hop a pod and catch up with us even if they wanted to, they're both technologically incompetent." Trunks said with a chuckle. Truth be told, he was more than happy to be away from Marron for a while, her antics were beginning to frustrate him.

"I know what you mean bud, Paris and I have been going through some rough times. She's really pushing for us to get married, and I just don't know, I want to make sure that she's the one for me, you know?" Trunks nodded his head in agreement with Goten, knowing full well what he received as a punishment for moving to quickly in a relationship.

"Just hang in there man, I know what you mean exactly."

Trunks pushed himself out of the pilot's seat and rushed over to the refrigerator due to his stomach growling immensely. The refrigerator probably took up at least a fourth of space on the ship - this of course, was due to the typical Saiyan appetite. As he opened the fridge, his eyes widened at the sight of all the food that it contained. Goten, too, noticed this and immediately jumped from his seat.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Goten asked eagerly.

"Oh yeah."

Ten minutes and two full stomachs later, the men were sprawled on the two single beds feeling utterly miserable. Trunks allowed a burp to escape his lips and Goten couldn't help but let some gas pass. As the two men - with the mind-set of eighteen year old boys - laid on their beds, they came to the conclusion that they should not consume that much food again in a short period of time.

"Dude, you stink." Trunks said, wafting his hand over his nose for some air. Goten's reply was merely some more gas.

"Sorry, beans will do that to me."

The space ship jolted slightly and the two men shifted in their beds uncomfortably with a groan. It was their first stop of the journey, they had to add more fuel to the space ship due to the fact that the ship lost most of its fuel from take off. Pushing themselves from their beds, Trunks and Goten peered out the window to see where they had landed for their additional fuel.

"Ah, Planet Kaisai. The inhibitants here are very hospitable." Trunks noted as he watched the Kaisains fill up their fuel tanks. Knowing it was going to be a while, he began laying back down on the bed so he could fall asleep on his full stomach. Soon, he was sound asleep with pleasant dreams about the lake from this morning.

-

"Trunks! Hey Trunks!" Goten exclaimed. He shook his friend hard in order to wake him up. As soon as the lavender haired man opened his eyes, he saw the distressed look on his friend's face. He furrowed his eyebrows questioningly and pushed up from the bed with a start.

"What is it?" Trunks asked, sounding slightly more awake than he expected. Without saying a word, the raven haired man pointed toward the window, opposite of Planet Kaisai. Letting out a gasp at what he saw, Trunks approached the window in disbelief, there was a pod heading toward them that read, Capsule Corporation on it.

"Who could it be?"

They received their answer fairly quickly as the pod window finally faced them. It was Trunks' deranged wife, Marron. Shaking his head, he paced across the space ship, hoping that the Kaisains would hurry and fill the fuel before the pod could reach them. To his dismay, the pod had landed on the ship and just as the door opened to reveal Marron, Trunks held a breath in.

She stepped off the pod, her eyes were puffy and she had fresh tears on her face. Confusion was on Trunks' face as he glanced at her with his head quirked. With a sob, she pulled out a piece of paper from her back pocket, what she had been dreading to do from the moment she begged Vegeta to allow her to go see Trunks, her husband, the man she was supposed to be with forever.

"What is babe?" he asked, his hands gently carressing her arm. She flinched away quickly, afraid of his touch, afraid what he might do after she presented him with some devestating news. Trunks did not like the way she was acting one bit and he wanted to know what was going on in her mind right now. "Come on, you can tell me anything."

"I cannot do this anymore Trunks." she whispered loud enough only for him to hear. Glancing down at the papers once more, she felt more assured in what she was about to say. "Our relationship has been nothing but a lie, and I cannot stand to keep living this way. I have cheated on you countless of times and I cannot go on like this, I have found someone else, he loves me."

Trunks' eyes widened in shock; this was the last thing he expected to hear from his wife.

"I am so sorry. But, these past six years have just been a burden on me. Please, I need to be free from it, I need to be free from you." and then, she did it. She pushed the papers into Trunks' hands - the divorce papers. Swallowing hard, Trunks was not about to sign away his marriage, instead, he grasped her shoulders firmly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, almost begging.

"Get your hands off me!" she cried, forcing him to let her go. She shoved him against the wall and picked up the closest object - being a remote control - and smacked him in the mouth with it. Anger washed over the beautiful blond and instead of trying to fight off the emotions, she hit him again, causing his lip to bust open. As much as Trunks wanted to fight back, to restrain her, he knew he couldn't, he knew all he could do was accept the abuse.

"Marron!" Goten yelled. He approached Trunks and guarded him with his own body. Glaring at the woman, he snatched the remote control out of her hand. "He did not do anything to you, it was your idea to even get the divorce. Do not lay another hand on him or we will leave you here on Kaisai to die."

Shaking, the blond-haired woman came to her senses. She buried her face in her hands and began to board the pod. However, before she reached it, Trunks gently took hold of her arm.

"Is this what you really want? You want me to sign these papers?" he asked, his voice quavering.

"Yes." was her only reply as she stepped onto the pod and left without another word.