Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ or anything that goes with them.

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I wasn’t sure how long I had been waiting for, but my patience was wearing thin. I thought I had seen a shadow moving around through the bit of doorway I could see, but I wasn’t sure. So I floated here with my arms cradling my breasts as I tried to relax enough to figure out what my mind was trying to whisper to me. ‘Don’t worry Pan, if the door get stuck there’s all ways the emergency handle.’ I tried to conjure up an image to go with the gruff male voice, but all my mind gave me was dull lilac hair, cigar smoke, and a cat which made no sense. Opening my eyes, I looked down to see a red handle. Grasping it, I pulled on it, waiting. Growing frustrated when nothing happened, I tried to twist it. The green liquid immediately began to drain from the tank, leaving me cold and wet.

She felt the small ball of anxiety loosen a bit when the door opened and nothing leaped out to get her. Stepping out carefully, she looked around the blindingly white room, wondering why everything looked familiar and yet other at the same time. ‘Déjà vu? Isn’t that what it’s called?’ Searching for clothing, she found one lab jacket and one dark blue jacket with a symbol on each sleeve. Tracing the two “c,” she slipped it on and quickly buttoned it all the way. Frowning, she looked at herself in the mirror as the warm material felt odd against her bare skin. “It’s only suppose to barely cover me, so why does it all most hit my knees?” she whispered to herself. Her confusion deepened as she tried to make sense of her statement, but nothing came to mind.

Slowly walking to the open door, she peeked her head around the corner, seeing nothing but a white hallway with the same “c” logo in the center of the floor. (Sorry, but think Resident Evil hallway with the umbrella logo) Walking cautiously down the hallway, she paused at the intersection looking and listening for anything. The voices she swore she had heard before were gone, and nothing was down here. “I wonder if anything’s alive.” Her own voice made her jump, fear sending her heart racing. Taking a wet strand of hair back, she slowly began to make her way down the hallway.

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Trunks’s eyes shot open as the sudden surge of power broke his meditation. Tracing it quickly, he realized that his patient was out of the tank and walking around. Cursing, he grabbed his sword from the ground beside him while running towards the main building. He was all ways thankful that his mother let him have the back meadow as his own, for training or meditation, but now he was berating himself for being so far away when something bad might happen.

Stopping himself against the door jam, he let his power flow through the halls, seeking his quarry. Cursing himself soundly once again, he realized that he had stopped tracking her in his mad dash for Capsule Corps. Strapping his sword on, he stepped into the artificial lights while silently making his way towards the labs.

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I couldn’t help but shudder as something swept over me. I knew it was looking for someone and the fear that rose over me, dropped me to my knees. Clenching my eyes shut, I huddled against the wall, trying to make myself as inconspicuous as possible until the thing left. Opening my eyes, I saw a hazy figure against the far wall. I wanted to be afraid, but somehow knew that I was only looking at a version of myself. She was very beautiful, and I could tell just by looking at her that she was angry with my cowardice. A soft brown tailed flicked behind her for a moment before settling around her waist as she continued to scowl at me. She hung there for a minute before sliding back to wherever she came. I knew it was stupid, that I was hallucinating from my injuries but the sight of my Saiyan side made me feel better.

‘Saiyan side? What’s a Saiyan?’ My mind tried to work out this puzzle while I walked silently down the hallways. I had no idea where I was, what was once familiar was now all different and I knew I was lost. I froze as a loud clang rang up ahead of me followed by feminine cursing. Backing up, I look the left instead of the right before beginning to jog. I was about halfway down the corridor before I turned around right in time to run into fleshy wall.

We both went down with me on top of some guy. I caught a glimpse of the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen, and a shinning sword. I leapt straight back, hanging in the air for a moment as anger coursed through my veins. Watching him carefully stand up, we both eyed each other warily. I could feel something gathering around him slowly, he was trying to do it so I wouldn’t know, but how can you not feel something like that? The hallway grew heavy with whatever he was calling up, and I didn’t like it. He was threatening me, I knew it, I had to do something. I felt a ball of heat begin to grow inside of me. Grabbing my hair, I clenched my eyes shut while a voice inside my head screamed for his blood. “STOP IT!” I screamed while shoving a hand out at him. A ball of white lot shot out and sent the man flying back. He crashed through the back wall while I stood there in shock and horror. Looking down at my hands, I felt a little of the heat recede. Not knowing but trusting whatever was guiding me, I exited through the closest door possible and began to run.

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Sorry for taking so long to update, but I've had some serious writers block. On a slightly different note, I went back through the entire story and update it, so now everything should flow a little bit better. My apologies for not doing that sooner. Anyways, if you can't tell by this short chapter, Pan has amnesia. I'm not quite sure how long it should last and all that, so if you don't mind, tell me what you think in a review. I will try and make another chapter soon, but no promises. Also, if you want to see something in the story, then tell me. If it works, I'll do it, if not then I'm sorry but no.

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