In Sickness and in Health

by: trunkslover1

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

A/N: This is a cute little story about how Trunks takes care of Marron...well I am not going to tell the whole story!!! Trunks is 31 and Marron is 27. Enjoy!

Marron's eyes opened and she instantly felt uneasy. She looked over at her husband who had just rolled over to face her. Apparently he had also had just gotten up. A flash of concern went into his face once he looked at her pale face.

"Mar? You don't look well." His voice was filled with concern.

"Thanks." Marron said sarcastically back to him. A flash of hurt went across his face at the snappy remark. "Sorry. Truth be told, I don't feel so nice either." Trunks leaned over and pressed his lips to her forehead in attempt to feel her temperature.

"You have a bad fever. Let me go call the doctor, okay?"

"Okay." She replied as she turned on the television in their room and closed her eyes in pain. Trunks came upstairs with a plate of cereal, an apple, and some orange juice.

"Here you go, babe. The doctor said he wants you over there in two hours. Okay, honey?"

"Mmhmm." Marron replied, eating her apple. Trunks sat down beside her and put his arm loosely around her shoulder.

"I've already called in to work telling them that I won't be in today."

"You have the conference today with Viejo Industries though."

"I rescheduled." Marron's brow was crumpled with worry, but Trunks smoothed it out with his fingers.

"How did I get such a sweet man?" She nuzzled into his neck and sighed.

"Mrs. Briefs?" Questioned the he doctor, as he entered the room. Marron looked up at him.

"Yes?"

"The test results just show that you just have a bad cold. All you need is plenty of bed rest for the next week or so." He shook a little brown bottle filled with a liquid. "Here is some medicine for you to take. It will help you feel a little better."

"Thank you." She replied groggily, forcing a smile. She gathered up her things and walked out to her husband in the waiting room. He quickly set down the magazine that he was reading on the coffee table and stood. His arm quickly went around her waist for support. She could tell he was concerned.

"What did he say?" The couple started to make their way to the car.

"It's just a bad cold." Trunks kissed the top of her head and opened her door. Her eyes were dull and Trunks was worried about her.

Marron sat at the kitchen island and Trunks was standing on the other side. Marron looked a little weak and Trunks thought of a way to help.

"How about I make you something to eat?" His eyes were bright.

"Eat?" Marron asked as she looked over at her husband, puzzled.

"Yeah." He said trying to convince her. "I could fix you something." Marron laughed at this statement.

"What's so funny?" Trunks stated.

"Trunks, honey, it's just that you aren't that good at the whole cooking thing." Looking at him with sweet truthfulness in her eyes. Trunks grinned and closed his eyes.

"This is true, but what if I just made you an old fashioned PB-and-J? It can't be too hard to mess up can it?"

"Sounds simple enough." Replied Marron. Trunks quickly started fixing her a sandwich. Trunks placed it in front of her and she ate it with a vigor that made even Trunks stare.

"I thought that only Saiyans could eat that fast!" Marron playfully hit his arm as she laughed at her wide-eyed husband. Trunks picked up her empty plate and started talking to her while he was cleaning up.

"So babe, are you feeling better?" He said, turning his back to her to wash the dishes.

"Mmhmm." She said putting her head in her hands on the countertop.

"So do you think you can make it to the banquet then?"

"Mmhmm."

"Darn." Trunks said expecting Marron to laugh or say something, but she didn't. "Mar?" He turned around to see she had fallen asleep. He silently picked her up and gently carried her up to their room. After he laid her down, she mumbled something indistinct as she drifted farther into her little dreamland. He stretched out beside her and put his strong hand over her protectively.

Marron awoke and a stream of sunlight hit her face. She moaned and turned over and saw that Trunks wasn't there. She lifted her head when she heard the noise of her door opening.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." Trunks stated.

"Hi," mumbled Marron unenthusiastically as she buried her face deeper into the pillows.

"Do you know that you slept for almost eighteen hours? It's amazing. I haven't slept that long in forever. Here is your breakfast. I am sure you're hungry after not eating dinner." Trunks was a true chatterbox, but Marron hardly noticed.

"Actually, I'm not really." She replied. Trunks looked at her and felt her head with his palm. All of the sudden, Marron leapt out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom. Trunks cringed at the retching sounds coming from the adjacent room. This. Was the morning routine for the rest of the week. Sometimes Marron would look like she was better, but she still end up over the toilet later.

"Come on Mar, let's go back to the doctor's office. This is obviously not just a cold." Trunks stated when she came out of the bathroom on the fifth day. Marron nodded and turned to get dressed. Trunks went to the car and placed a bucket in the front seat, just in case.

"I am sorry Mrs. Briefs, we performed the wrong tests on you. It's true that you had a bad cold, but there was something else." The young doctor said with a serious face, but she could tell a small smile was forming on the side of his lips.

"So what's the problem with her?" Trunks looked up at the doctor anxiously.

"Well," The doctor paused, "She's pregnant." Trunks' mouth hung open instantly while a smile grew on Marron's.

"Pregnant?" Trunks whispered, barely getting the words out. Marron laughed and hugged him. The doctor continued.

"Yes. Here are some brochures for you if you want them. I will schedule an appointment with a doctor who can meet your needs. So if you will wait here for a minute I'll return." The doctor left the room.

"Trunks! I'm pregnant! Can you believe it? You're going to be a father!" She looked up at Trunks' still shocked face, but his jaw had closed. "You're not happy?" She questioned, sounding hurt. Her arms withdrew quickly at his silence. His expression sobered and his brow furrowed.

"I have to go." He solemnly told her.

"Where?" She asked with pain and concern dripping from her voice.

"I don't know. I'll just fly somewhere. See you back at the house." He kissed her cheek and left as the doctor returned to the room. He started explaining the things she could do, but all she could think about was Trunks and the expression on his face.

Look for the sequel soon!

TL1