" Once So Blue"

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball GT.

Rating: R

Warnings: angst, sap

Summary: The night before Pan leaves for college in the states, she admits her feelings to Trunks, causing the two to spend a night of passion together. The next day, Pan leaves for college, leaving Trunks a note. Five years later she returns.

Authors note: Pan is 23, Trunks is 34, Bra is 22, Marron is 29

"Once So Blue"

Chapter 3

"Bra, Marron, meet Derek," Pan said, sweeping her hand towards a man. He was not bad looking, some women would even consider him handsome. He had sandy brown hair and green eyes. His figure was not muscular but it was not fat or out of shape. He seemed very nice and respectful of women and Marron found she liked him before he even spoke one word.

"Who is he?" Bra asked bluntly.

"He's my fiancé, Bra," Pan answered.

This came as a major shock to Bra and Marron. They thought Pan was in love with Trunks.

"Hello Bra. Hello Marron," he said, shaking each one's hand.

"Hello," Bra said rather disenheartenly.

"Hey kiddo!" Derek said happily, picking Mariko up and spinning her around, causing the girl to laugh joyously. Pan smiled the antics of her fiancé and daughter.

"Marron and I need to speak with each other alone for a minute, Pan, may we use you kitchen?" Bra asked, pulling Marron by the sleeve of the blonde's shirt.

"Okay, it's the first door on the left," Pan told them, hugging her daughter.

"Thanks!"

"Marron! She has a fiancé. A fi-an-cé. What are we going to do?" Bra asked frantically.

"I don't know. I thought you said Pan wouldn't move on," Marron retorted.

"I was wrong," Bra answered sadly.

"It's okay," Marron said, trying to comfort her teal haired friend.

"We have to get my brother and Pan together! We have too. I know Pan loved him, she probably still does," Bra reassured herself.

"How do you propose we get them together?" Marron asked.

"First we have to bring Pan back to Japan and work from there."

"What about Trunks?" Marron enquired, "I think he'll notice her fiancé and. . . . Mariko."

"We'll just have to work around that, now, won't we," Bra replied with a smirk resembling her father's.

"Finished yet?" a voice asked, catching the attention of Bra and Marron. That voice was that of none other than Son Pan.

"Yes," Bra answered, smiling innocently.

"Alright, come on girls. Derek is going to watch Mariko, meaning we have a free day to catch up on things," Pan said, pulling out her car keys and jingling them in Marron's face.

Bra and Marron looked at each other then Pan. "Okay!" they both said simultaneously.

~--~

"Remind me to never take you two to a mall in New York ever again," Pan said, gripping the steering wheel of her Isuzu Rodeo, which was filled to the brim with shopping bags from various stores. Most of the bags were filled with clothing or other accessories to an outfit.

"Sorry Pan, but temptation was too much. I had to give in. Look at all the nice stuff I got," Bra chirped happily.

The old childhood friends had been shopping nonstop for five hours now, between driving from clothing store to shoe store and driving on the bus streets of New York, the girls had yet to really talk to each other.

"So Marron, did you and my uncle ever get hitched?" Pan asked, looking at Marron through the rear view mirror, her dark eyes shining with mischief.

"Yes," Marron answered happily, showing Pan the ring Goten had given her they day of their wedding.

"I'm happy for you. I'm sorry I wasn't there."

"Don't worry. My wedding went well."

"Good to hear," Pan answered.

"What about you, Bra, has any lucky man caught your eye?"

Bra blushed slightly. Marron smiled, "It seems she's taken a interest in Uub, but she won't make a move on him."

"So it's Uub now. I remember when you use to have a big crush on Uncle Goten," Pan said dreamily.

Bra's eyes widened and Marron looked intrigued, "When was this?"

"When I was sixteen and she was fifteen. She use to talk about her and Uncle Goten getting married and having kids. She even talked about what the kids would look like."

Bra blushed even more, "Shut up Pan!"

Pan and Marron started giggling.

Bra hated it when Pan and Marron made fun of her. They always managed to get her on the most embarrassing subjects. Bra figured it was time to turn the matter of conversation back toward Pan. Bra could tell Pan was making conversation to avoid potential questions asked by she or Marron. Bra was about to change that, she had questions of her own for Pan, and Pan was going to answer them like it or not.

"Pan, why didn't you come back when you were suppose to?" Bra asked, keeping her blue eyes on Pan, cutting off the giggling fit immediately.

Pan frowned and looked as if she was sad.

"Yeah Pan, why didn't you?" Marron asked from the back seat.

"I don't know. . . I guess I didn't want my family to know I became pregnant and had a child. I didn't want them to think I was a hussy."

"Pan, you're 23 years old. You're an adult. You are allowed to make your own decisions. They wouldn't think you were a hussy," Bra reasoned.

"I'm sure my grand parents would have no problem with it, but what about my parents. I know they would be disappointed in me."

"If they shun you for having a child then they are blind. Mariko is beautiful. No one could disapprove of her," Marron said, putting her head on the back of the driver's seat.

A silence followed Marron's comment. While Marron went through one of the shopping bags, Bra was brooding.

'I have to bring Pan back to Japan. I know Trunks has got to be the father of Mariko. The resemblance is uncanny. I still need to ask her though,' Bra thought, looking from the wind shield to Pan.

"Pan, can I ask you an important question?"

Pan looked at Bra out of the corner of her eye, "Okay shoot."

"Is Derek. . . . . the father of Mariko?" Bra hesitated very lightly.

Marron stopped sifting through her shopping bag and listened. This was important information.

Pan's lips pursed into a very thin line, a trait she had inherited from her mother.

"Derek's is Mariko's. . . . . adopted father not her biological father," Pan answered, keeping her eyes on the road.

Now it was time for the undeniable question. The question that could break down the wall and unveil Pan's mystery feelings for Trunks, if any were left.

"Who's her biological father?" Marron asked quicker than she meant to.

A heavy silence filled the vehicle. The tension was so thick, Marron could have swore she could slice through it with a knife.

"I'm not. . . . sure if I would like to discuss this at the moment," Pan answered slowly in a thoughtful and protective manner.

"Cut the crap, Pan, Trunks is the father. I know it," Bra stated bluntly.

Pan's eyes widened and a flush came over her cheeks, "How can you tell?"

"Please, the blue eyes, the lavender hair, the facial structure. The resemblance is there. You'd have to be blind, if you thought any one else was her father," Bra declared, sounding exactly like her mother.

"Come to think of it, Mariko does look a lot like Trunks, but she also looks like Pan," Marron said from the back seat.

"See even Marron sees it and if I can see it without you telling me, I know Trunks will be able to tell," Bra confirmed.

"And so would my Dad," Pan said weakly, "If he found out, he would murder Trunks. Besides Trunks probably has a girl friend or something else and wouldn't want me to come back and interfere with his life," Pan said, a sad tone tracing her voice.

"So. . . . . how did it happen?" Marron asked curiously.

A blush formed on Pan's cheeks, "The party that night before I left. I took Trunks outside and told him my feelings. After that we went to his room and you know. . . . . " she trailed off.

"You liked Trunks and you didn't tell me or Marron this! I feel insulted. I am your best friend, you're suppose to tell me these things," Bra joked.

Apparently Pan didn't catch on to the joke, "There are some secrets you don't tell, not even your best friends."

"I was joking, Pan," Bra said, rolling her eyes.

Marron could tell this was a sensitive subject for Pan and she tried to ask her next question as gently as possible, "Pan, did you love him?"

"Yes," was the simple reply.

Bra felt her heart rate quicken. 'There's a chance!' she thought hopefully.

"Do you still love him?" Marron asked. This was the question they had been waiting to ask since Bra and Marron arrived in America. They could only hope they would receive an answer they liked. A long silence followed this question. One could tell Pan was choosing her words carefully.

"I. . . . loved him. I still do in a way. You never forget your first love. But I have Derek now. As I am sure Trunks has someone to make him happy."

Marron let this answer sink in, but Bra had something else to say.

"That's where you're wrong Pan. Trunks never dated a single person after you left."

"He could be waiting for someone," Pan reasoned.

'Yeah waiting for you,' Bra thought, staring at the passing buildings. Some were stores, others apartment complexes. All full of life. Something Trunks appeared to be missing.

"Do you intend to return?" Bra heard Marron ask.

"Maybe," Pan answered.

"There's no maybe about it, Son Pan. You are going back to Japan. The whole reason we're over here is to bring you back," Bra said commandingly.

Pan smiled at the demand in her friend's voice, "I'll have to ask Derek about it but I'm sure he'll be all for it."

"He better, because you're going back, come hell or high water," Marron told the already grinning Pan, causing all three women to burst out laughing.

~--~

"So you want to go back to Japan?" Derek asked.

"Yes, I need to see my family and my friends," Pan said longingly.

Derek smiled, "If that's what makes you happy then I'll gladly comply."

"Thank you!" Pan shouted joyfully and hugged him as tight as she could.

"Pan. . . . can't. . . . breath," Derek choked out.

Pan dropped Derek, "Oops sorry guess I don't know my own strength," she said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head like a certain Son Goku.

Helping Derek up and smiling the brightest she had in years Pan said, "I'll call Bra and Marron and tell them I'm going home."

"Mommy, where are we going?" Mariko asked her mother.

Pan smiled and looked out the window of the plane, the ocean rolled under them, looking smooth and beautiful. The sun shimmered on in the waves, causing the reflected rays of light to look like liquid diamonds.

"We're going home, Mariko, we're going home."

Chapter 4
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