A.N. Okay so this is my first fanfic, so please be kind, and review. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but no flames. Btw, don't read this if you're easily offended by… Anything. There is language, Adult situations, Violence and some lemony, limey goodness. You have been warned.

Anyhoo, this is how I see it: I hated most of GT so we're just pretending that didn't happen. Also, I didn't really like teen Trunks at the end of Z, either… He was an awesome, cocky little badass when he was eight! Why did he grow up to be such a pansy? So, this is what I think Trunks would have grown up to be like. Also, people keep complaining about the age gap, so let's just pretend Pan was conceived right after Buu was killed. There we go, everybody happy? Good!

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or GT no matter how much I want to.

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Chapter 1: The Birth of Pan

Ages: Trunks - 8

Pan - Newborn

Bulla - 4

The phone rang…

There was a loud crash…

"GOD DAMN IT!" Vegeta cried before walking over to the phone. "HELLO, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!"

"Oh, Hay Vegeta. I don't think I've ever spoken to you on the phone before… Weird huh?" Came Goku's cheerful voice.

"Mmh, Yes… Uh huh… Weird… Now, would you mind telling me what it is you want, Kakarot?"

"Oh yeah, is Bulma there? Something kinda scary is happening, and Chi-Chi said I should call her."

"Well, if it's scary- as you put it. Don't you want my help?"

"It's not our usual kinda scary."

"What the hell are you talking about, Kakarot? What possible situation could you need Bulma for, and not me?!"

"Videl's having her baby…"

*dial tone*

"Vegeta…?"

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Trunks walked into the living room. "Dad, did you break that table?"

"Shut up, Trunks!"

"Ooh, moms gonna be piss- I mean annoyed."

"Like I care if your mother's pissed… I mean annoyed… It's just a table!"

"Well, how did you break it anyway? I mean, were you training, or…?"

"Look, just forget about the stupid table!" Said Vegeta, starting to get slightly embarrassed that the Prince of all Saiyans tripped and broke a table on his way to the phone.

"I heard a crash before I came in here. So, that must have been when you-"

"Trunks, I need you to go get your Mother." Vegeta said suddenly remembering why he was on the phone.

But, Trunks was too busy pondering how the table came to be in its now state.

"When I came in here you were on the phone. So, you must not have been training…"

"TRUNKS! Just go get your Mother. Tell her something important is happening."

"Kay Dad…" Trunks ran out of the room.

"And, don't tell your mother about the table!" Vegeta shouted after him.

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Trunks came back into the room pulling Bulma by the hand behind him.

"Okay, Okay, Trunks calm down. What is it?"

"Dad says it's important."

Bulma then looked up at Vegeta. "Veggie, what's going on?"

"Don't call me Veggie." Vegeta stated. "Anyway, Kakarot called and said that his brats mate is having her brat. And, that his mate wanted you to go to her."

"Oh my God, Videl's having her baby? Well, then hurry up guys, let's get going."

"What? I'm not going. I don't wanna be there."

"Yeah, me neither mom… I hate babies. They're all crying and smelling, and everyone won't shut up about how cute they are. It makes me sick." Trunks said full of disgust.

"Listen you guys. We are all going to go and welcome Gohan and Videls new baby into this world as a family. Whether you like it or not! Mostly, because I want Veggie to fly me there, and everyone who would be willing to babysit Trunks and Bulla is already at the hospital".

"I see your point, woman." Said Vegeta. "And, stop calling me Veggie!"

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When the four arrived at the hospital, they headed straight towards Videls room.

They entered to see a very tired, but ecstatic looking Videl holding a beautiful, but noisy baby girl. Gohan was sitting in an arm chair beside the bed looking down proudly at his girls.

"Awe… Is this her?" Bulma asked as she walked towards the side of the bed.

"No Bulma, this is some kid we stole." Gohan said sarcastically. "Of course this is her." He laughed, then turned to look at the baby proudly.

"My baby, Pan."

"Ourbaby, Pan." Videl corrected. "Here, Bulma… Would you like to hold her?"

Bulma gently took the little baby- all wrapped up in a big pink blanket- into her arms.

"Oh God, she's adorable… but, she's got some lungs on her." Bulma chuckled.

Vegeta stood leaning against the door frame, when he felt a sharp tug on his shirt.

"Daddy, Daddy, I wanna hold the baby."

"Bulla, you're too small to hold her." He said more softly than he usually would. "But, Trunks can hold her." He said looking up, grinning evilly at his son.

"Pfft… I don't wanna hold it. I already hate it! It won't shut up! What did I tell you? Nothing but crying and smelling…" Trunks scoffed, mimicking his dad's stance.

"I'll take his turn then." Bulla said eagerly.

"Come on, Sweetie… Your dad said you're too little. You can come over here and see her."

A huge smile appeared on Bulla's face as she stared at the tiny creature. "She's so small."

"And, fragile… That's why you couldn't hold her, Sweetie" Bulma explained.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Trunks looking over quite curiously. Then when he noticed he had caught his mother's attention, he sharply turned his head to face a corner in the ceiling.

"You know Trunks, if you want to hold her, you can." Bulma said slyly.

"I already told you, I don't wanna hold it." He whined.

"Trunks Vegeta Briefs! She's a she,not an it, and I think it would be good for you to hold her. So, here…" Bulma stood up and walked towards Trunks placing the baby carefully in his arms.

He just rolled his eyes and scoffed as she was handed to him.

Trunks scrunched up his face looking down at the still crying baby Pan, and sighed through his nose.

At least she doesn't smell. He thought. After that, she slowly stopped crying and opened her eyes.

Trunks was awe-struck by her huge dark eyes. He stared into them and a smile started to slowly grace his face.

"Wow Trunks, you got her to stop crying. That means she likes you!" Gohan chuckled happy that whatever had been bothering his daughter had seemed to subside for now.

Trunks said nothing, he just kept smiling and staring at her. She stared back, and let out a little giggle.

"Okay, Sweetie… I think it's time to let Pan see her Daddy now." Bulma said leaning down to take Pan.

"NO!" Trunks stated.

"What?" Bulma chuckled surprisingly.

"NO!" He repeated.

"Trunks come on give me the baby." Bulma said more sternly.

"NO! She's mine!"

Bulma straightened up in shock, and glanced around the room at the confused faces. Noticing that Vegeta was the only one not perplexed. She looked at him curiously...

"And, what are you smirking about Veggie? Think you can get her away from him?" She asked sarcastically.

"As a matter of fact… Yes I can." He replied in his usual smug tone.

Vegeta walked over to Trunks, bent down on one knee and looked his son straight in the eye.

"Your right, Trunks. She is yours, but for now she has to be taken care of by her family."

"But, I need to protect her." Trunks argued, looking desperately at his father.

"And, you will. But for now her parents need to protect her." He explained as he gently pried Pan from Trunks' arms.

Trunks reluctantly handed Pan over. Never one to pick a fight with his father, no matter how determined he was.

Having Pan in his arms, Vegeta walked over to Gohan and handed her to him carefully. Then he turned to give Bulma an arrogant grin.

"Smart ass." Bulma thought.

"I heard that woman."

"I meant for you to."

Vegeta smirked at her.

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The rest of the day passed by more or less uneventfully, and everyone headed home to let Gohan and Videl get better acquainted with the newest member of their family.

Back at Capsule Corp. Vegeta walked into the kitchen… Quickly followed by Bulma.

"So, we're just not gonna talk about it then?"

"About what?" Vegeta questioned as he opened the fridge, taking out a bottle of water.

"About our son attempting to steal a baby!"

"He wasn't gonna steal her… She's his." Vegeta scoffed as if it was so obvious.

"What the Hell are you talking about, Vegeta? How is she his? She's a baby… He's a child."

"Oh, for God's sake, Woman! You think you would know a bond when you see one!"

"A bond? They can't have a bond! I thought only mates could be bonded."

"Yeah, that's right." Vegeta stated.

"But, they're children. They can't be mates."

"Well, he's clearly chosen her, and from her reaction to him… I'd say she has chosen him. So, it's inevitable."

"Oh Wow!" Bulma said, in shock at the realization "I should probably go talk to him about it."

"Just leave him to figure it out on his own. You won't help, plus he'll probably not listen to you anyway."

"What do you mean?" She asked just as Trunks walked into the room.

Bulma narrowed her eyes and smiled at Vegeta.

"Trunks, Sweetie?"

"Yeah, Mom?" Trunks asked making his way to the fridge.

"I was just wondering… Why you didn't want to give Pan back to her dad earlier today?"

Trunks leaned into the fridge and pulled out a soda. He opened it and shrugged. "I dunno…" He took a drink and walked out of the kitchen.

Bulma turned an angry face towards Vegeta, who smirked victoriously.