[AN: Hi guys! This was a story that I actually wrote a long time ago. While I'm trying to get Second Chances to actually work as a story, here's a fanfic to pass the waiting time. Besides, I want to get this story out there before Dragon Ball Super comes out and renders this all non-canon.

This story isn't exactly...perfect, and the structure may be a little weird, but I still had a blast writing it. It's really centred around one thing, and you'll know what it is when it comes up.]

Videl drove her ship into the school's drop-off area. All around her, she could see the anxious faces of dozens of other mothers, sending off their sons and daughters for their first day of school.

Videl was also anxious. But not for the same reasons the other parents.

She set her ship into park, walked outside and opened the passenger door. There, sitting eagerly in the back seat, was little 6-year old Pan.

Videl tried to calm herself as she told her daughter, "We're here. Are you ready?"

Pan nodded. Like all children, she was excited for her first day of school. She could finally learn and grow up.

But Pan wasn't like normal children, and that's what had Videl so nervous. Despite all the months of coaching and lessons, Videl couldn't be sure if Pan remembered how to act like a normal child. A child that wasn't ¼ alien.

Her and Gohan had spent a lot of time and effort into explaining to Pan how to pretend to be normal. It wasn't because they wanted to stifle who she was. They just didn't want her to hurt anyone. She was much stronger than the average 6-year-old girl. If she couldn't control herself, she could hurt the other children very badly. Videl just hoped Pan had matured enough to be able to control her own strength in front of the other children.

She guided Pan out of the ship and put her backpack on. "Now, be careful. School isn't like at home. Always follow the teachers' instructions. Try to make some friends."

Then she added, in almost a whisper, "And remember, Pan-"

"Don't show the other kids how strong I am," Pan finished. They had told her so many times that she could recite it.

Videl breathed in relief. At least Pan remembered. "Yes," she told her. "It's very important you act like everyone else. You're a very special child, but the other kids might not understand. They could be scared of you."

Pan nodded in understanding.

And then the moment came. The moment when Videl would have to leave Pan to walk into the gates on her own. She wasn't sure if she could do it. No one had explained to her how difficult it was – that moment when you had to let your child go, to a place where you couldn't protect them anymore.

"Videl!" someone called.

Videl turned around, and it was Bulma, with Bra holding her hand.

Their presence made Videl feel a lot better. At least she and Pan weren't going into this alone.

"I wasn't sure if I would see you," said Videl. "There are a lot of parents here."

"Of course I'd see you!" said Bulma. "We have to stick together, after all."

Now Pan and Bra stood side-by-side as Bulma said her final words to them.

"I know you'll be able to do this," Bulma told them. "But remember, if you're unsure of anything, go find each other. You two are in this together, and you have to help each other."

And she waved them off. Together, Pan and Bra entered the gates of the school alone. The sight of her baby girl leaving her was enough to make Videl teary.

"Hey, it's OK to cry," said Bulma, noticing Videl's expression. "The first one is always the hardest."

"I'm just…so worried about them," said Videl. "As if school wasn't hard enough with what they have to do."

"Trunks managed," said Bulma. "And Goten. Even your husband got through it. It's just school."

"I hope they'll be OK," said Videl.

Bulma held her arm. "They'll be fine. They have each other."

[AN: This story was written before Resurrection F, so Bra's age might not be EXACTLY canon. In this story, she's a few months younger than Pan. She gets conceived shortly after Battle of Gods]