She was running down a black corridor. Door lined the sides of the walls, and above her stars glistened. She was reaching for the one ahead of her, the man she loved. Yet to no avail she could catch him, his face a distant memory. Yet she still had to hold on, still had to continue on. Because if she didn't, she knew she'd lose more than just him.

"Damn, that bitch sure is strong." Echo cursed and glared at her reflection in the mirror. In the corner was the dark-haired girl, still running through the blackness. Grasping for something that would soon be lost. "It will not be happy." She mused and snapped her fingers, the mirror shattering. "Now to go and finish my work." With that the proclaimed queen strutted out of the chamber and went to stand in front of Trunk's room.

Echo sighed and knocked on the door again. What was taking that Sayian so damn long? She really needed to learn more about Pan, so it would be easier to imitate her when the time came. Not to mention she had a splitter headache from the silly girl… Echo.

Suddenly a snap filled the air and Echo looked up to see a man standing over her, a metal pole in his hands. Feeling her neck she realized it was broken. Damn. Now she would need a new body.

Trunks was about to walk out to meet Echo when he realized that he had forgotten to change clothes. Pulling the shirt over his chest, he checked his reflection in the mirror and jumped. In the mirror was Pan.. running toward him. Growing bigger and bigger as she approached, until he was looking nose to nose at her.

"Pan!" He yelled and the girl in the mirror tilted her head.

"Do I know you?" She asked, then Trunk's noticed something. This Pan had blue eyes, a bright aqua color that shined like the sea back on earth. Then she disappeared.

"Pan!" Trunks said and banged on the mirror, sending lines scissoring across the glass. He stopped and looked at his deformed reflection. "Pan?" Asked the twisted lips.

Echo stood up and glared at the man. Then she flung her hand through his chest, ripping out the blasted heart.

"FARRAH!" She screamed and immediately the woman was at her side. Then she was covered by her demon's cloak and whisked away.

Trunks ran out into the hall to see a bleeding man lying on the floor. It looked as though something had ripped through his chest. He knelt down and the man grasped his shirt.

"Venezuela…" he whispered and with that fell silent, head lolling to one side. Venezuela?

The lights shined in her eyes and she squinted. Out in the daylight at last. Was this what she was running for? She tilted her head and looked at the shape nearing her. A twisted face looked back in surprise. "Pan?" It asked and her words spilled out. She went through the motions and then the face disappeared. She was no more, she wasn't there anymore.

Trunks knelt in the hall, grasping his pounding heart. He felt dizzy and sick. What was wrong?

Alarms blared and nurses rushed over to the chamber. A beeping filled the air again and the woman stood up. Palms up, smirking.

"Finally." She grinned, revealing sharp teeth. With a snap she was clothed in black, a crown upon her head. "From now on there is no Echo, no Farrah, no Pan. There is only Esmeralda." Looking down at the body of the red haired girl at her feet she snarled, kicking the lifeless body.

"Venezuela, of course you had to take the best body for your own uses. Do not fret dear; I shall make use of this silly body. With it I shall rule the universe, when all you wanted was a silly man."

There you go those you sent me PM's saying UPDATE UI! Now review and i will give you another chappy in a few days. Almost done with this story :)...