...kindness can thaw a frozen heart, even one that was frozen to begin with...

~The Lost Pages

*Back on Earth*

Trunks cursed himself and threw a machine to the floor, shattering it into a million pieces. "Fuck! Dammit, Pan! You never listen! What am I going to tell Gohan?"

"Tell me what?" Trunks turned around to see Gohan standing in the doorway, his arms crossed. "Trunks, where's Pan at?"

Trunks let out a heavy sigh. "I told her not to go.. She took the time machine when my back was turned... I have no way to find out where or when she went..."

Gohan's ki started rising. "You lost my daughter? How could you let such a thing happen?"

Videl suddenly rushed into the room, sensing her husband's ki. "Gohan, calm down. What's going on?" She placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Our daughter is in some other timeline and we have no way to get ahold of her!"

Videl gasped. "Is this true?"

Trunks slumped his shoulders. "Yes... I'm so sorry... I will get right to work on a transmitter to contact her. Just give me a little time."

"Time? My daughter could be dead! You want time?" He took a step forward but Videl pulled him back.

"Gohan, he may have made a mistake, but he is the onlly one who can fix it. Let's give him a chance." She sent a glare in Trunks' direction. "I will tell Bulma to come and help you. I'm sure the two of you can figure it out."

Trunks gave her a grateful smile. "Thank you. I promise, I will get her home as soon as possible."

As soon as Bulma showed up, she smacked him upside the head. "You idiot! Letting a helpless girl climb into a time machine and take off! You should have known she would try that!"

Trunks held the sidde of his head. His mother may be human, but she was stronger than she looked. "I know. I went full retard. Can we just get this started? I want to get her home..."

Bulma crossed her arms and sighed. "Everyone does... Chi-Chi is furious... You're lucky Videl is keeping her occupied... Your father on the other hand, Gohan is keeping him busy. I'm sure he wants to kill you..."

"I understand... I want to kill me too..."

Bulma flicked his forehead. "Let's get started, dummy."

Vegeta woke up with a start in the tank. The liquid was slowly draining and he was set on the floor. The door opened and he stepped out. Pan was asleep sitting up against the wall of the room. He tilted his heaad slightly in confusion. Why was she there?

Pan's eyes slowly fluttered open. She looked up at the prince and rubbed her eyes. "Oh, hey... You're finally out of there." She slowly stood up. A light blush crossed her cheeks and she turned around. "You should put on some clothes..."

Vegeta looked down at himself. He was only in a pair of boxers. He didn't know what the big deal was, but he proceeded to get dressed. "Why are you in here?"

Pan leaned her head against the wall. "I rushed in here after you were taken by the guard. You have been in here for a few hours. I was really tired after that episode I had, so I fell asleep."

Vegeta walked over to her after he was dressed. "That's right. What caused you to power up like that?"

Pan turned around. "I don't know... I think it was the way he blasted you. I can't stand seeing others get hurt. That evil freak is going to pay for that."

An idea popped into his head. "I wonder... What if your power is unlocked by others being harmed?"

Pan looked up at him. "I never thought of that. So what are we going to do, hurt people to try and bring out my power? I don't like that idea..." She looked down at the ground.

Vegeta could see that she truly cared about the well being of others, something he had never felt until just a few hours ago when he had stepped out in front of Pan. "I...understand... We will just find some other way."

Pan looked up at him in shock. Was he actually being sympathetic? "Really? You'll help me?"

Vegeta looked away from her with a light pink dusting his cheeks. "Let's just get back to training. And fix your hair. It looks like the head of a mop."

Pan gasped and quickly took her hair out of the hair tie. Just when she thought he was being nice, he had to go and insult her. She fixed the hair tie back in and rushed after him to the training room.

Vegeta didn't know what came over him. He had never agreed to help anybody unless requested by his father. Why was he helping a pathetic girl like her? What was this feeling that he felt in the pit of his stomach? It was irritating not knowing the reasons for his own actions...

Frieza watched as the girl left the room. "What is that girl? I have never seen a saiyan who acts like that over an injured comrad, less so one they have just met."

The king cleared his throat. He was determined to keep the secret safe. "I am not sure. She is strange, I must admit."

"Mmm-hmm. I will be keeping an eye on her from now on. Be grateful I don't see her as too much of a threat." He took his floating chair and left a worried king in the room.

"I'll have to get her to unlock her power. What happened earlier was amazing... She responded to the prince's injury... I will have to test this theory..."

The king called for one of his best warriors. The boy came into the room, his spikey hair pointed to one side. "Can I help you, your highness?" He gave a bow.

"Kakarot, I need you to wait for my son in the gravity room. I need you to neary threaten his life to the best of your ability. Do not kill him, just injure him enough to agitate our guest. If this works out, she will unlock her potential. Do you understand?"

Kakarot popped his knuckles. A smirk crossed is lips. "With pleasure."