Just a few things first!
1. Goku didn't die during the Cell games and Buu happened earlier than he did in canon.
2. Pan is Goku and Chi-Chi's daughter. Why? Because I can.
3. This is obviously a Trupan fic with Bulla x Goten, Gohan x Marron as side pairings. If you don't like those couples then don't read the fic- it's that's simple!
4. This story will contain abuse and drug use.
5. This is my only time saying this- I do NOT own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT, or Dragon Ball Super.
One- The Beginning of Something
"Trunks," Bulma huffed, aggravation clear in her voice as she glared at him. "Can you at least pretend to be enjoying yourself?" She asked.
Fourteen-year-old Trunks didn't budge from his spot against the wall where he was sulking. His arms were crossed over his chest tightly as he avoided his mother's glare. "Dad gets to skip these lame-ass parties, why can't I?"
Bulma chose to ignore the swear word and let out another huff as she placed her hands on her hips. "Your father isn't the one that will be running this company one day- you are," she told him. "Try to socialize a little," she said before she walked away.
Trunks followed her with a glare and as soon as she was out of his sight he headed over to the table where Goten was sitting. His best friend had several plates of food laid out in front of him and he seemed to really be enjoying himself.
"Goten, let's go," Trunks said.
"Go where?" Goten muffled between a mouthful of food.
"The arcade-" Trunks glanced at his watch. "It's only 7, it doesn't close until 8:30."
"We're not supposed to leave," Goten said, swallowing some food. "Last year when we ditched the Christmas party my Mom got so mad."
Trunks rolled his eyes, "come on, Goten."
"No way-" he shook his head. "I'm staying here-" he pointed to the table- "safe and away from being whacked with a skillet."
"You're no fun," Trunks said before he turned to storm out of the ballroom. He didn't care if his mother got mad or not, he wasn't staying to socialize. The ones that would always try to talk to him were nothing but suck-ups anyway because they knew that one day he would be their CEO- but that was still years away.
Trunks neared the threshold to take him outside when a soft voice stopped him.
"Where are you going?"
Trunks turned his head as he looked at ten-year-old Pan. "Did Bulla play dress up with you?" He asked. She was wearing one of Bulla's dresses. It was a long-sleeved dark red dress that reached just past her knees. She had on black stockings but she seemed to be wearing her combat boots which made Trunks snort. Her shoulder-length dark hair was still a mess around her shoulders.
"Yeah," Pan let out a heavy sigh. "I told her it was my Christmas present to her."
Trunks let out a snicker as he walked out of the ballroom and into the cold night. It was a few days before Christmas so it was cold outside but as long as he kept his Ki going, he would be alright.
"You didn't answer my question," Pan trailed behind him. "Where are you going?"
"I'm running away," he muttered.
"You're going to the arcade," Pan accused.
"Why do you ask if you already know?"
"Can I go with you?"
"Goten just told me that he was scared of your Mom beating him with a skillet, so it's probably for the best that you don't," Trunks said as he opened up the iron gate before shutting it on her. Pan pouted and he chuckled as he reached over to ruffle her hair. "Why don't you go play with Bulla and Marron?"
"Bulla and Marron are playing dress-up," Pan muttered.
Trunks cracked a small smile, "sorry, Panna. You can't come this time. I'll take you to the arcade another day, I promise. Now get inside before you get cold," he said before he turned to walk away. The further he got away from the party, the better.
The arcade wasn't too far away from Trunks' house, at most it was a ten-minute walk. Most stores were getting ready to close down since it was the day before Christmas Eve. Trunks passed an alley when he felt the hair on the back of his head rise. His eyes glanced to the side and he saw a shabbily dressed man leaning near the entranceway.
"Are you one of the Brief kids?" The man asked.
Trunks didn't answer and turned his sight forward. He was used to people wanting to take advantage of him because of who his Mom was. Thankfully, he was a Saiyan, so creeps like that man didn't scare him because he could take him down.
The man didn't speak again, but Trunks kept his guard up as he walked further away. Soon, he felt the man disappear and he let out a small breath of relief.
"What a creep," Trunks said as he continued on towards the arcade.
Pan let out a sigh as she watched Trunks walk away. It wasn't fair that he got to sneak off while she was stuck being bored. She didn't want to play dress-up with Bulla and Marron, Goten was too busy stuffing his face. Gohan was able to stay home because he was studying for an upcoming test and her Papa was even able to stay home.
Several minutes passed and Pan continued to lean on the gate. Maybe she should follow Trunks anyway, that would teach him to not leave her behind! But then, she would get into trouble by her Mom or Trunks would too and she didn't want that.
Pan jumped at the shouts and she watched as a middle-aged man rushed through the nearby streets. He seemed to be searching for something and Pan took in his worn clothes. Wasn't he cold?
The man spotted Pan and she could see that looked rather sad. "Excuse me," he called to her with a trembling voice. "Have you seen a young boy pass through here lately? He's probably a few years older than you. He's grown so much this year-" he trembled, "he's almost as tall as me. He has dark green hair and red eyes. We got into a fight," he said, now crying. "I just want to find him before it gets too cold."
"I'm sorry," Pan said, feeling bad for the father. It must be tough for him to be so worried about his kid. "I haven't seen anyone pass by here, though. Maybe he went to the park nearby?"
"Oh?" The man's head shot up. "Which way is that? I'm new around here."
"I can show it to you," Pan gave him a soft smile as she opened the iron gate. It wasn't that far away and she would be back before anyone even knew she was missing. She had to help this father find his son, it was the right thing to do.
"You are so kind!" The man wiped his eyes. "May I ask what your name is?"
"Pan," she said as she closed the gate. "Son Pan."
"Son Pan," the man repeated slowly. "What a nice name," he said quietly. "I have a feeling that Yurino will really like you once you two meet."
Pan smiled, "let's go find him."
Trunks was almost at the arcade when his phone started to buzz. He glanced down and saw that it was his Mother calling and cringed. He was half tempted to just ignore it, but that would make her wrath greater.
"I'll be home in a little bit," Trunks said as he answered the phone.
"Is Pan with you?"
The question startled Trunks and he blinked in surprise. "What?"
"Is Pan with you?"
"No, I left her at the front gate and told her to go inside, why?"
"She's missing!" Bulma exclaimed and Trunks could hear the panic in her voice. "Wait a minute-" she told Trunks, "I'm watching the security footage from the front gate. I see you walking with her and you shut the gate on her."
Trunks' heart started to pound as he turned away from the arcade and started running back to the house. "I told her to go in!" He told his Mom.
"Wait-" Bulma said again. "I'm fast-forwarding it a bit. She stayed outside for a while and- oh my kami," her voice trembled. "No."
"What is it?!" Trunks asked as he ran faster.
"Some man-" Bulma said and Trunks could hear her barking orders to nearby security guards to look around the area.
"Mom!" Trunks yelled. He was feeling sick and somehow he knew who had found Pan. "Is the man old looking? Does he have shabby clothes on?"
"How do you know?" Bulma asked with a gasp.
"Dammit!" Trunks yelled. "It's my fault!" He swallowed the lump in his throat.
If only he hadn't ignored that man then maybe he wouldn't have gone to Brief Manor and found Pan. He probably thought she was his little sister or relative of some sort! Pan was strong and capable of handling herself, this much Trunks knew but it still didn't stop his worry and guilt.
"Trunks-" Bulma huffed, she sounded like she was running too. "I got the security guards out. Come home right away and we'll find her."
"No," Trunks said. "I'll find her!" He promised. "It's my fault she's missing," he said before he hung up the phone.
He had to think! Pan was smart enough to not follow just anyone there had to be a reason for it. What was nearby that the man could have used to get her to follow him? The school and library were nearby but he doubted Pan would go to those- plus, they were closed. There were restaurants- maybe the guy offered to buy her food?
A jolt ran down Trunks' spine making him stop. Something was telling him to go right. That was in the direction of the park nearby. He let out a shaky breath. Was this the way to Pan? His body seemed to know it and without a second thought, Trunks followed it. He was going to save her.
The park was empty and Pan was feeling cold. She couldn't explain it but as she walked with the older man, she couldn't help but feel odd, like something wasn't right. Now they were in the park and it was empty.
"I guess Yurino isn't here," Pan said, trying not to sound fearful. She now realized how dumb it was for her to follow a stranger.
"No," the man said. "But he will be."
"That- that's good," Pan swallowed. "I'm going to head back now-" she took a step back. "My family will-"
"You said your last name is Son, correct?"
Pan didn't answer but her eyes widened. Did he remember that?
"So your father, is he the Son Goku?"
Pan felt her stomach drop and flutter a little. Was this man a fan of her Papa's or an enemy. She shouldn't have followed him!
"Let's see," the man continued. "Son Goku is your father and you were at Brief Manor. You must be very close to the Briefs, I mean, after all, don't you share something very in common with them?"
Pan's heart felt like it was going to explode. She wasn't sure what the man was talking about. What did her family have in common with the Briefs? They were family friends- had been for years and years!
Pan took another step back as her body started to shake, "I really need to go now."
"No-" the man said as he pulled something out of his coat- "you don't."
Pan was frozen with terror as she looked at the gun that was pointing right at her.
"I told you, Yurino would love to meet you. I wasn't lying. He's quite a lonesome boy and needs a friend to play with."
Pan opened her mouth to speak but nothing would come out. She was trembling so badly that she was afraid she was about to fall and she had to blink back her tears. She shouldn't have followed this man.
"You asshole!" A flash of lavender swept past Pan and she gasped as Trunks kicked the gun out of the man's hand before punching him in the face. He fell to the floor, seemingly knocked out.
Trunks turned around then and ran to Pan and grabbed her shaking shoulders. "Are you okay?! What were you thinking, huh?"
Pan sniffed, ready to defend herself but nothing came out except for a sob. Trunks wrapped his arms around her and let Pan cry into her chest as she held onto him tightly. She had been so scared and frozen! What would have happened if Trunks hadn't come?
She opened her blurry eyes and screamed. "Trunks!" She shrieked as she pointed to the man behind them.
Trunks moved just in time as the gun went off and Pan felt him jolt in her arms. She screamed loudly as Trunks let out a gurgled grunt. Blood was coming out of his mouth but he held Pan tighter and let out a growl. His body was becoming hot and Pan cried as she looked up at him- he had just gotten shot!
Trunks' hair was glowing and his eyes were becoming teal. Blood dripped out of his mouth as he gritted his teeth together in a snarl.
In the distance, sirens were going off and coming closer.
"Hear that?" Trunks snarled with a pant. "They're coming for you-" he told the man.
The man took a step back like he realized that his plan was going horribly wrong. He looked at Pan, who felt a tremor of fear wash through her. There was something about that man that was different!
"Yurino really would have loved to meet you," he said quietly.
Without speaking another word, the man cocked his gun and placed it on his temple. Pan let out a strangled yell and Trunks moved her head quickly so it was against her chest. His hands, which felt warm and wet covered her ears but she could still hear the echo of the shot.
Trunks fell down to the ground as he descended just a moment later and Pan followed him. "Trunks!" She cried as she grabbed his shirt. She couldn't see where he was shot at but his left arm fell from her side and she could see that it had blood pouring down it. "I'm so sorry!" She sobbed.
"Hey," he said gently, his right arm still holding her tight. "Don't you dare look behind me, okay?"
"I won't," Pan promised as she trembled.
"I think I'm in shock," Trunks mused but he gave her a smile that made Pan cry even more. "But I'm glad you're okay," he said.
Just then, screeching tires pulled up with several cops. Bulma and Chi-Chi both stumbled out of the cars and towards them and Pan felt herself shaking even more as she cried more.
Pan didn't know it at the time, but that night marked the beginning of something terrible.