Ok, first I gotta say I've read like a thousand stories about Bra and Goten and I'm not sure about the age gap, sorry. Any who these are my ages:
Bra: 23
Goten: 31
Trunks: 32
Pan:22
Next is that most of this is completely OCC because I haven't watched DBZ for ages sob sob tragedy etc and I never usually watch GT anyway. But whatever
Nuf luff
Nattle (Spandex spider)
Enjoy…
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1 - Today and the Next Day….
Bra heaved a huge sigh. She clutched her slightly rotund stomach as she navigated around Goten's small, cluttered living room. 'Why am I here?' she asked herself for the tenth time. She had received a phone call from Goten a little over an hour ago, and she was still waiting for him. Bra sighed again.
"Hey you!" She said, affectionately poking her stomach, "where's daddy huh?"
Bra was two months pregnant with Goten's baby, and she was loving every minute of it, except for the morning sickness and weird mood swings. Goten had taken the news really well too, especially as the baby was an accident, and he was looking forward to being a daddy. 'Yep,' Bra thought constantly, 'life could not get any better if it tried.'
Bra heard a key in the lock and then the wait was over. The love of her life was home.
"Hey!" She grinned, walking over to him to give him a kiss.
"Hi Bra," Goten smiled, his expression guilty.
"What's happened then?" Bra asked, looking curiously at his expression, "what was that call all about?"
What was he supposed to say to that then? 'Yeah, everything's fine, oh yeah, before I forget, Paris rang me today and told me she was three months pregnant, isn't that great news?' Well, of course, because this was the kind of thing that happened every day. Goten closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them he'd find himself in his bed (preferably with Bra) and it had all been just a terrible nightmare. Goten cautiously opened one eye and found himself looking into Bra's aquamarine coloured eyes. He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head.
"Bra…" Goten started and struggled, "this is going to be a huge shock. Erm, you might want to sit down."
Bra moved slowly towards the couch, not taking her eyes off him. She felt butterflies in her stomach. Sitting down, she nodded at him, indicating that he could continue.
"Oh God, Bra, you're really going to hate me. Jeez, I hate myself. This is such a fuck up."
"Goten," Bra said in a no nonsense voice, "I'm not going to hate you. Now, tell me what happened."
"Bra, I," He faltered and closed his eyes. "Bra," He tried again, "Paris is pregnant with my baby and she said she's keeping it. Apparently she doesn't know about you and me."
Bra almost laughed as her system went into shock. Her mind raced to try to process the information. She stared blankly at him.
"Bra, please say something," Goten pleaded.
Finally, her mind started working again. 'How perfect,' she thought, 'he's been cheating on me the whole time, hasn't he? In a second he's gonna tell me he wants to split up with me.' She always jumped to the worst conclusions when she was in shock.
"How many months?" She asked her voice barely audible. She was buying time because she didn't want to hear the break up.
"She told me three; she got pregnant just before we split up by the looks of it."
"You're not joking, then," Bra said, thinking how stupid that sounded. What kind of sick twisted bastard would joke about something like that?
Goten shook his head. He didn't want to see her like this, hurt. He noticed her pale slightly when he confirmed that it wasn't a joke.
Bra fell silent as she looked back on their short relationship. She had been so sure that he loved her back. 'What if,' she found herself thinking, 'this baby thing is just their way of getting rid of me?' It was stupid but Bra was completely paranoid. She thought back to the times when he'd told her about Paris wanting to get back together with him – had he been longing to get back with her? Maybe he had only slept with Bra as a rebound situation type thing, and pregnancy was just one of the casualties along the way.
Goten had been watching her worriedly during her silence. He noticed the tiny tremors go through her as she held back sobs. He felt a tightness in his chest as she hunched over slightly in pain.
"Goten, I, I don't know what to say to you." She whispered brokenly. "I don't even know what I'm going to do with myself. How could this happen?"
Goten looked at her despairingly. "Please don't hate me Bra, it was beyond my control. I didn't want this to happen."
"Beyond your- BEYOND YOUR CONTROL?!" Bra exploded, forgetting her hurt for a minute. "You could have got protection, you could have thought, you could have done anything god dammit. How could I think you were different to any other man? You're all the same; your fucking brains are in your trousers! How could you do this to me?" She finished more quietly as her hurt came back. Bra started to sob.
She breathed in and stood up shakily and started making her way over to the door. "And for fuck's sake Goten, don't you dare follow me."
"Let me take you home Bra, to make sure you're ok." Goten said, feeling helpless.
"Oh no you don't. If you're that worried about me let me tell you that with the mood I'm in if anyone so much as comes within a metre's radius of me be it the Pope or even Jesus Christ himself, I swear I will tear them to pieces. So don't you even think of coming near me."
Bra wrenched the flat door open and left, slamming it shut behind her. Goten waited until he heard her car start up then got up to follow her. He was scared that she might crash her car in her anger or try to kill herself. He didn't know how upset she was. She did get home ok, but when she got to her room she cried like a baby. Huge sobs racked her body and it was then that Goten felt like the biggest asshole in the world.
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After an hour of straight crying, Bra had calmed down enough to call her best friend, Pan. Pan always heard everything first, be it a crush, a death or a pregnancy. Pan knew that something bad had happened because had her 'brave' voice on so she dropped everything to be there for her friend. You see, Pan had this schizophrenic personality: she had a complete motor mouth front, but she could be serious whenever she had to. This scared people off, because she seemed so unsympathetic and untrustworthy, (like you couldn't tell her anything because it would just end up as gossip), but Bra liked that about her; no one would ever think to question Pan about Bra's personal life.
When Pan got to Capsule Corp. she avoided Bra's parents by flying straight up to Bra's bedroom. She tapped on the window and Bra got up to open it for her.
"Thanks for coming Pan; I hope I didn't make you miss anything." Bra said in a small voice.
Pan brushed her apology aside. "I'm not missing anything," she assured her. "Now, what's happened Bra?"
Once again, Bra took in a deep breath, trying to hold back tears. "Pan, Paris is pregnant with Goten's baby."
"Oh Bra," Pan said hugging her friend. Bra clung to her and sobbed again. "That stupid scumbag." Pan rubbed her friend's back comfortingly as she cried. Pan couldn't really think of anything to say, it wasn't guaranteed that everything would go back to normal, and she couldn't be sure that everything would be ok.
"Don't cry Bra, he's a jerk if he did that to you. Still, at least he had the decency to tell you. Imagine if he hadn't told you until after the baby?"
"Pan, you're not helping," Bra groaned, still crying. "What am I going to do?"
"Bra, everyone's going to help you through this. I know it doesn't seem like it now but you will get through this. And Goten will help too, he's not going to piss off, he's not like that."
"But Pan it hurts so much." Bra told her. "I feel like I'm falling apart."
"I know, I know," Pan sighed, feeling so sorry for her friend. "You won't feel like this forever. You'll cope, I know you will."
Bra fell silent and hugged her best friend tighter. She had a feeling that it would last forever; she had loved Goten with all her heart. She still loved Goten with all her heart. Surprisingly she found herself wondering how Paris felt about all this. She wondered whether Paris loved Goten like she did. 'No,' she decided firmly, 'Paris was a cold, unfeeling person that got her kicks out of hurting others.'
"Don't leave me tonight Pan," Bra begged desperately. "I don't know if I would be able to cope."
"I'm not going anywhere," she promised. "I just have to go home and get my stuff. You try to sleep, you look really exhausted and you know its not good for the baby if you tire yourself out."
Bra nodded automatically and her friend left her alone to get dressed and went to ask Bra's parents whether she could stay over. When Pan left Bra got up and started changing into her pyjamas. She caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her eyes were swollen from crying. She had never felt so repulsive in her life. No man would want her now that she was having a child. Not that she really wanted anyone other than Goten, but she badly wanted to feel, well, wanted. She felt more tears fall but she continued to change regardless and climbed into bed where she could cry quietly into her pillow.
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Pan had found Bulma in the lab. Bulma was working on more capsules and seemed pretty absorbed in her work. Pan coughed lightly to get the woman's attention.
"Hi Pan," Bulma said, slightly surprised that she was there.
"Hi Bulma," Pan said, "Can I talk to you?"
"Erm… sure," Bulma said, confused, "what's up?"
"I shouldn't be telling this, but you ought to know. Bra and Goten split up today. Paris, Goten's ex girlfriend, got pregnant too."
"Oh dear, poor Bra," Bulma said, her eyes wide. "Where is she?"
"In her room, sleeping." Pan told her.
"Oh dear," Bulma said again, "I feel so bad. I thought she looked upset, but I didn't want to mention it. She was so happy this morning."
"God Bulma, what do you say to someone when the love of their life gets his ex girlfriend pregnant? I had no idea what to say and she was so upset," Pan said, rubbing her forehead.
"I know, but you managed to get her to sleep, which is more than I would have been able to do. Don't beat yourself up Pan. Thank God she has such a good friend." Bulma sighed.
Pan smiled slightly. "Don't, you're embarrassing me," she joked feebly.
Bulma smiled back. "I suppose she'll tell Vegeta and me tomorrow. I feel so useless. I just want to go up there now and be there for her. I hate to think of her putting up with it by herself."
"Well, she always has me," Pan told Bulma. "I just wanted to check if it was ok, but, can I stay over? Bra asked me to."
"Of course you can Pan, you know you're always welcome here. Just ignore Vegeta, he doesn't know what he's talking about."
"Thank you," Pan smiled.
"Ok? You can stay in the bedroom next door to Bra's, she'll know where you are if she wakes up."
"Cool, thanks Bulma;" Pan thanked her again, "I'm going home to get my stuff. I'll be back in about an hour."
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Pan had driven home as quickly as she could. Strangely, no one was in, so she had scribbled a note telling her parents where she was and what time she should be back. She packed her bags hastily and was back in the car within minutes. She didn't want to leave Bra by herself for too long. She had never seen Bra so low in the whole twenty two years she had known her, so she wasn't sure whether she was at suicidal risk or not.
When pan got back she went to check on Bra. Her friend was clutching an old teddy bear and was sleeping. Pan noticed that she had been crying again. Her heart went out to her friend. She didn't deserve to suffer like that. Suddenly Pan got a huge urge to kill Goten. In fact, she gladly would have done if it was her business, but it wasn't, so she didn't. Pan squeezed bra's hand quickly before she went to her own room to sleep.
It had gotten quite late but Pan wasn't tired. Her mind was on her best friend, her uncle and her unborn cousin. She wondered whether Bra would let Goten see the baby after it was born. She wondered what would happen when Vegeta found out that Goten had gotten not only his princess pregnant, but another woman. Pan thought of Chichi. In any other situation, the woman would love to have two more grandchildren, but Pan got the feeling that she wouldn't be so happy about the older grandchild. Finally though, it must have been a couple of hours later, Pan felt her eyes close and she drifted into a light sleep.
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Bra had not slept well. She had drifted in and out of sleep all night, but now she was fully awake, and it was only six o'clock. She had been tormenting herself with thoughts of Goten and was starting to feel sick. Suddenly, her sickness reached a peak and she had to get up and run to the bathroom. 'Of course I'm feeling sick,' she thought as she threw up, 'it's morning sickness.' When she'd finished she stood up shakily and went over to the sink to wash her face and brush her teeth.
"Good morning Bra?" Trunks asked from the bathroom doorway.
"Hardly," she replied flatly.
"What's up?"
"Stupid morning sickness. You think it's nice having to throw up?" Bra asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
"No, but you've been throwing up every morning and you've looked better than this," he commented, indicating her tear streaked face.
"I've been having stupid mood swings." Bra lied, and to her horror her eyes welled up with tears. She stood paralysed for a second, and then she slowly sank down onto the floor and wept. Poor Trunks didn't know what to do.
"I'll go and get mum," Trunks said, stricken.
"No, don't, I'm fine," Bra choked. "It's just hormones."
"Are you sure?" Trunks asked uncertainly.
"Yes, now help me up." Bra said. Trunks offered her his hand. She swayed as she stood, still a bit surprised by her break down. "Oh God, I feel sick."
Trunks quickly guided her to the toilet and she threw up some more. He rubbed her back and held her hair back; reminding her of the first time she got morning sickness when she was staying over at Goten's flat. He had done exactly the same thing. Bra finally ran out of things to throw up and Trunks picked her up.
"I'll carry to your room, you need to sleep more."
"Thanks Trunks," Bra said, genuinely grateful.
He left her in her room and she curled up under her duvet, all her loneliness and hurt returning to her. She felt guilty about lying to him when she had told Pan already. She didn't blame herself too much though; her family was so unsympathetic. Bulma was quite an airhead and got over things quickly and usually said all the wrong things, and her dad and brother would just go out and kill Goten.
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Pan had woken up too. She had been crash sleeping for most of the night and had woken up when she heard Bra run to the bathroom. She was going to go to her friend but Trunks had beaten her to it. She had eavesdropped on their conversation and had been disappointed when Bra put on a brave face instead of telling her brother what had happened. When Bra started weeping, Pan was going to go to her, but Trunks had handled it extremely well. Pan waited until Trunks had left Bra alone before going to check on her. She knocked softly on the door and let herself in.
"Morning Bra," Pan said. "How are you feeling?"
"Awful, I just threw up and had a break down." Bra moaned.
"Poor you," Pan said sympathetically, "you really don't deserve this."
Pan hugged her friend tightly and Bra clung to her again. "Stop it," Bra whispered, "You're going to set me off again."
"Sorry," Pan apologised, releasing her.
"What am I going to do?" Bra said mournfully. "I'm already sick of hurting. Literally."
"Just sleep it off, I get the feeling that you didn't sleep last night." Pan suggested.
"That'll be about right," Bra said. "Thanks Pan, for everything, I don't know what I'd do without you." Bra closed her eyes and drifted off into a doze. Pan smiled at her and left her to snooze.
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Pan walked into the kitchen and saw that Trunks was still eating his breakfast.
"Good morning poop head," Pan greeted with all the maturity of a grown woman.
"Hi Panny, I didn't know you were here," Trunks replied.
"Yeah, I got here quite late and I was with Bra most of the time."
"So you know what's wrong with her?" He asked, trying to keep his voice impassive, "Or is that classified?"
"Of course I know what it is, and no, it's not classified. She's just having mood swings." Pan felt like a lying monster, she hated keeping things to herself.
"Oh, Ok, she just looked so upset this morning I wondered whether she was covering something up…" Trunks watched Pan's expression carefully.
"Like what?" Pan asked. She was a brilliant actress.
"I dunno," Trunks shrugged, "I suppose she'll be ok by lunch time."
"Probably," Pan said.
"So…do you feel like a spar with me? I know it's early but it's good training." Trunks asked, finally letting her off the hook about Bra.
"Yeah! When am I not up for a spar?" Pan answered eagerly. "I'll have to borrow a T-shirt though; I don't want to mess up my nice one."
"That's fine, you can borrow one of mine," Trunks told her. "Get yourself some breakfast and I'll find you a t shirt."
Trunks left Pan alone in the kitchen while he went to get the t shirt. Pan helped herself to everything in the fridge and most of what was in the cupboards. When Trunks returned he stared incredulously at the kitchen.
"Mum, dad and Bra are going to be after your blood, how could you eat everything?"
"I got hungry," Pan replied defensively. "It's not my fault that I inherited my Grandpa's appetite."
"You tell that to my parents. I guess you're just lucky they like you, otherwise you'd be our dinner."
Pan shuddered. "Oops. Well, I'm gonna go and get changed. I'll be back in a second."
"Ok, the t shirt's in your room and I'll be warming up in the GR."
Pan got dressed quickly and did her best to tame her hair. Her hair was constantly a bother. It stuck up like her dad and granddad's hair and refused to be combed. 'Oh well,' she finally shrugged, giving up, 'Trunks has seen worse.' Pan pulled on her track pants and Trunks's overly large T shirt. It hung down to her knees but she didn't care, as long as she wasn't getting her nice t shirt dirty. Pan finally put on her fighting boots (she carried them with her everywhere) and went to check on Bra again.
Bra was sleeping deeply. Pan knew she was dreaming of Goten. Her face was strained and she mumbled 'Go' once. Pan sighed sadly as her friend whimpered in her sleep. It was unhealthy for a pregnant woman to get stressed, it led to all sorts of complications, fainting being one of them. Things like that could harm the baby too. Pan closed Bra's bedroom door again and wandered off to find Trunks.
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Trunks was warming up at 40 times earth's gravity. Pan watched him with an amused smirk on her face. She burst out laughing at him, it didn't look like he knew what he was doing.
"I hope you know what you're doing when you fight properly." Pan smirked.
Trunks crossed his arms, making him look like his father. "Of course I know what I'm doing. If it wasn't for me, well, future me, then you wouldn't exist."
"Oo-er, I'm shaking, how could I ever have thought of agreeing to this fight?" Pan said melodramatically.
"Hmm, someone's arrogant all of a sudden. Can that someone withstand, say, 150 times earth's gravity?"
"Course," Pan replied cockily as Trunks turned up the gravity. She faltered slightly as gravity pulled down on her arms and legs, but she flew up to face Trunks regardless. She could tell he was impressed, he knew that she hardly ever used the GR.
"You ready?" He asked, getting into a defensive crouch.
"Never readier," she replied, taking up an offensive stance.
"Good," Trunks said, and he promptly flashed in front of her and kicked her to the floor.
'Uuf,' Pan thought, 'how embarrassing.' She got up and flashed behind him and aimed a punch at his head. It ended up as a rather floppy slap.
"What was that?" Trunks asked confusedly, as he turned around to face her, "did you
just slap me?"
"Nope," Pan grinned and seized her opportunity, punching him in the nose, hard. Trunks fell back slightly, but stopped himself. Pan shot five ki blasts at him, one after the other. He deflected them easily.
"Come on Pan, I thought you'd be a challenge!"
"I'm just getting started," Pan replied.
"Good, 'cos you had me worried for a second," Trunks said, before he flew towards her and kicked her squarely in the stomach. She doubled up as saliva flew out of her mouth. She had entered her fight mode. Her eyes flashed aqua briefly as she flew straight at Trunks and head butted him in the stomach, sending him flying. He had noticed the quick flash of aqua but had dismissed it as a trick of the light. He didn't know whether women could turn super saiyan.
He regained his fighting stance and flashed towards her. She had anticipated his move and grabbed his leg as he tried to kick her. Grinning evilly she spun him around a couple of times then released his legs. As he went flying backwards again she used 'masenko' to hit him. As the smoke from the ki cleared, Pan saw that Trunks was surprised.
"I didn't know you could do Masenko," he said.
"My dad taught me," Pan smiled, "It's a nice trick isn't it?"
"Lovely," Trunks agreed, before he shot a ball of ki at Pan. She dodged it easily and flashed in front of him.
"Why don't you turn super saiyan?"
"Because it wouldn't be fair," He replied, knowing what would happen.
"Fine, if you won't I will," she grinned at him and turned super saiyan.
"Oh no, dear goodness, Panny the little girlie can turn super saiyan," Trunks gasped sarcastically. "Great performance but you made it obvious with your question."
"Oh go on then," Pan snapped, "spoil my surprise. You better not tell any one. I like surprising people."
"Don't worry, you're secret's safe with me."
"Oh Trunks, you don't know what that means to me." Pan said, putting her hand on his chest and leaning towards him, as if to kiss him. This confused to Trunks but he had always had a small crush on Pan so he obliged. As he leaned towards her, she grabbed him and flung him down to the floor with force.
Trunks was so humiliated. He lay on the floor groaning for a bit and eventually Pan flew down to check on him. She nudged him with her foot. Trunks grabbed her foot and slammed her down as she did so.
"Ha! Now we're even." He snickered.
"You dirty tramp!" Pan said furiously. Both of them made no attempt to get up.
"Well, I couldn't live with the fact that I got floored by a girl and didn't get her back, could I?"
"Oh yeah, Prince Vegeta in there would blow a gasket." Pan laughed.
"Hey, leave my dad alone," Trunks said indignantly.
"You're dad won't leave my dad or granddad alone, why can't I make remarks about him?"
"Because you're a third class mongrel. His words not mine."
"Ooh, no offence taken, I guess that means that you being floored is even more embarrassing. Royalty getting floored by a mongrel! And that mongrel is a girl!"
"Rub it in some more Panny, after I promised to keep your secret."
"Ok, I'm sorry Prince Trunks."
"That's ok mongrel," Trunks replied. They both grinned at each other.
Trunks heaved himself to his feet and helped Pan up. Pan smiled at him and rubbed her arm unconsciously. She felt a sharp pain in her arm as she ran her hand over a wound.
"Wow. How did that happen?" She asked.
"It's quite deep, it was probably one of those ki blasts, we'll assume I did it then."
"How could you?" Pan cried out jokily as she inspected her arm. "Some band aid will fix this."
"Here, I'll get you some."
Trunks lead her to the first aid room which was located oh so conveniently next to the GR. He mopped away the blood and tenderly stuck a band aid over the cut.
"Thank you, my knight in shining armour," Pan said in mock awe.
"You're welcome, I love helping out damsels in distress. Now, sorry Panny but I have to go to work, much as I'd love to spar some more with you. I need to stop off at Goten's first though; that's why I'm leaving so early."
"Ok Prince Trunks, I'll see you later, and for god's sake don' forget to take a shower."
"Yes mum," Trunks replied.
Pan rolled her eyes at him and he flew off to Goten's. She went back to her room to get clean clothes so she could have her shower.
- - - - -
Bra had woken up again. She felt a little better than she had before, but still felt pretty awful. She didn't feel much like doing anything so she lay in bed, feeling hollow inside. She rubbed her belly absentmindedly as she wondered briefly how Paris was coping. Now that she thought of it, Paris was carrying her baby's older brother or sister. Weird.
She wasn't sure how long she lay there but she finally summoned the energy to get out of bed, she padded over to the bedroom door, about to go and look for Pan when the door opened. Pan had chosen that moment to go and check on Bra again.
"Hey Bra," Pan said, surprised to see her friend up already, "you didn't sleep for long."
"Yeah," Bra agreed sleepily, "I couldn't really sleep with all this on my mind." She was speaking in her normal voice, so Pan counted it as process.
"Oh well, I'm sure you'll be ok with some food in your stomach." Pan said cheerfully.
"I'm not really hungry," Bra mumbled.
"Nonsense, of course you are," Pan said firmly. "Now, you go and run yourself a bath and I'll make breakfast." She pushed Bra bossily towards the bathroom. "It'll help you relax," she added.
Bra rolled her eyes in reply and started running her bath. Pan left her alone and went downstairs to find something that she hadn't eaten.
- - - - -
Pan had found a breakfast-type meal in the freezer. Ok, so usually eating an apple pie for breakfast was weird, but it was better than chicken nuggets or sweet corn. Pan stuck the apple pie in the oven and sat at the kitchen table waiting for Bra to come downstairs. When she did come downstairs, Pan almost had a heart attack. Bra usually wore designer clothes but today she was wearing a pair of navy track pants and a t shirt that Pan would never have guessed would be in her wardrobe.
"Bra! You're clothes!" She squeaked unwisely.
"What about them?" Bra narrowed her eyes at Pan.
"Nothing, they're just different to what you usually wear." Pan replied, quickly trying to make amends for her first comment.
"So? This is how you usually dress."
"Yeah, but I have no fashion sense." Pan admitted shamelessly.
"That's true," Bra replied, deciding not to take her argument any further.
Pan smiled at Bra and walked over to the oven to get the apple pie. She put it on a plate and gave it to Bra. Bra looked at it as if she had never seen an apple pie before.
"Why have you made apple pie for breakfast?" Bra asked slowly.
"I, erm, ate everything else." Pan blushed.
Bra felt laughter bubble up inside her and soon she was laughing. Pan stared wide eyed at her. For a depressed woman, Bra was sure taking things well. Or maybe she was just mad with grief. Pan put her money on the second option.
"Why don't you sit down and eat your breakfast?" Pan suggested worriedly.
Bra sat down, still laughing. Eventually she stopped and dug in. Pan watched on for a while before she spoke up.
"Bra, you need to tell your parents."
"No I don't," Bra replied quickly.
"They need to know Bra. I won't be here to help you all the time. I have to go to work."
"It's none of their business."
"Bra, I'm not trying to be horrible, and I'm not trying to take over your life but they have a right to know. They'll help you. Anyway, would you rather they found out from someone else?"
"Fine," Bra said reluctantly, "I'll tell them."
A silence fell upon the kitchen before Bra spoke up again. "Don't you ever get sick of looking after me? Last time I was bawling because I didn't want to tell Goten or my parents that I was pregnant, and now I'm crying to you again because I don't want to tell my parents that it's over between us."
"Of course I don't get sick of helping you; and this is nothing like last time. I'm really worried about you; it's a lot to handle in your condition."
"I'll live," Bra shrugged, before sighing sadly.
"Of course you will. You'll get over him and after that you'll be so busy with the baby you won't even have to think about him."
"Yeah, I suppose. It's just so humiliating. Only last month I was telling defending him saying that we were in love and now we've split up. Dad is gonna go into his 'I told you so' mode and mum's going to be hysterical and she never says the right thing."
"They'll be supportive." Pan insisted, "In the long run."
"Hm," Bra grunted disbelievingly. "That'll be the day."
- - - - -
Bra had woken her parents up and they were very curious as to why Bra was waking the up so early to talk. (Bulma was acting). Bulma suggested that they talked in the living room for more privacy. Now they were all seated rather uncomfortably in the living room staring at each other.
"So…what did you want to tell us?" Bulma asked.
"It's erm, about, er, me and Goten, Bra said steadily, not looking either of her parents in the eye, "and about Paris."
"Paris?" Vegeta asked.
"Goten's ex," Bulma explained.
"Yes," Bra paused, taking a deep breath, "well she's pregnant too. With Goten's baby."
"What?" Vegeta roared, standing up. "That dirty third class mongrel!"
"Vegeta, sit down. Bra, oh Bra, I'm so sorry. He's such a scumbag, he never deserved you."
Bra kept a brave face on. Vegeta growled to himself; he hated seeing his daughter hurt, despite how much he denied caring for her.
"Just give me the word princess and I'll kill him," he said, against his better judgement.
"No daddy," Bra shook her head, "you can't hurt him. I'm fine as I am now, I'm coping."
Bra looked utterly composed and unconcerned, Bulma noticed. She hated seeing her daughter keep her emotions to herself. She blamed Vegeta who had always told his children to never show their emotions, right from when they were babies. He frowned on crying, although he cried himself, to him it was a 'weakness'.
"Are you sure you're ok? It's big news to hear in your condition." Bulma asked worriedly.
"I'm fine mum," Bra wriggled uncomfortably, "honestly."
"Ok…I just don't want you to deal with this by yourself. I'm worried about you."
"Don't be," Bra replied, "if this is what happened then I don't need the stupid bastard."
"Language Bra," Bulma scolded automatically.
"I told you Bra, royalty such as yourself does not mix with the third class, like Kakkarot's brat." Vegeta scowled at his daughter, insinuating that she had bought this on herself.
"I know daddy, I'm sorry," Bra said miserably.
Vegeta shrugged with the side of his mouth, brushing her apology away.
"Ignore him Bra, anyone would be fooled; you seemed like such a wonderful couple."
"I know mum, I know." Bra smiled stiffly at her parents. "Don't worry about me ok? I'm going to hang out with Pan today; we both took the day off work."
"You can take off as much time as you need, ok sweetheart?" Bulma told her daughter kindly.
"And you stay away from Kakkarot's brat," Vegeta warned.
"I'll be fine daddy; I don't want to see him."
Vegeta grunted at her. Bra took this as his way of telling her they had no more questions for her – in other words, she could go.
"Vegeta, I'm worried about her." Bulma said, the moment Bra had closed the door behind her.
"You heard her woman," he scowled, "she doesn't need the brat."
"Oh please Vegeta," Bulma hissed, "did you really buy that? Do you think I would get over you in one day after hearing something like that?"
"No," Vegeta agreed sullenly, "but what do you propose we do? She's not going to come to us is she?"
"Well whose fault is that?" Bulma spat venomously.
"Yours," Vegeta smirked, "she's come crawling to me a lot more times than you would think."
"You little liar," Bulma growled dangerously.
"Think what you like woman," Vegeta said over his shoulder arrogantly as he got up to leave the room, "I know things about her that you wouldn't be able to handle hearing." He left the room, leaving Bulma gaping after him.
"How could she go to him over me?" Bulma asked herself out loud.
- - - - -
Goten's day had been as bad as Bra's. For starters, Trunks had paid him a visit in the morning, leading him to believe that Bra had told him. Goten had almost shat himself when he opened the door to Trunks. He needn't have worried though; Trunks only came to borrow a suit, seeing as all his were at the dry cleaners. He hardly mentioned Bra.
Secondly, almost immediately after Trunks had left, Paris had called. She wanted to go baby shopping with him. Goten, thinking it was the right thing to do, agreed, although he thought to himself that he'd rather eat a human flavoured ice cream with gherkin sauce on top than go.
Lastly, he had a visit to his parents' planned. Yep, he had all that on his plate. He had called in sick because he didn't think he'd be able to face work on top of all the other things planned. So, now he was stuck going out with a woman he didn't like, with a child he didn't particularly want, however horrible it sounded. Goten had decided, despite not really waning it, that he would be a good dad to the child, because it was the decent thing to do; after all, it wasn't the child's fault it's parents didn't get along.
Now, Goten was getting ready to leave. He had arranged to meet Paris at the entrance of West City Mall, located conveniently in West City, an hour's drive from his flat. Unfortunately for him, along the route was Capsule Corp, and he knew it would hurt him to go past. Despite this, he didn't take an alternate route, because he wanted to see if he could catch a glimpse of Bra, just to see how she was. He found his heart sink when he didn't see anyone at Capsule Corp, but at the same time he felt relieved. He felt even less like seeing Paris now.
After driving for an hour he eventually arrived at the mall. He spotted Paris immediately; she was definitely fatter and she was doing what she did best: flirting with a man. Heaving a huge sigh and bracing himself for a bad time, Goten parked his car and went over to greet Paris. She sent the man she was flirting with away when she saw Goten and squealed happily.
"Hey Goten! You look great!" She said as she tried to plant a kiss on his lips. He veered away from her and she ended up kissing his cheek, much to her disappointment.
"Hi Paris," Goten replied weakly not even bothering to smile, "how are you?"
"I'm brilliant, everything is so perfect," she gushed, her eyes shining. She linked arms with Goten.
"That's good," Goten said wrenching his arm away from her, "but please don't hold onto my arm, I er, bruised it when I was fighting."
Paris grabbed his hands instead, much to his horror. "Oh my poor baby, Goten you have to stop fighting so much, I don't want you to get hurt!" Goten gritted his teeth; it was going to be a long day.
- - - - -
Goten had originally planned to tell Paris that her child was a quarter saiyan, but by the end of the shopping trip he was so angry he decided to let her find out the hard way, ie, when the baby began to kick. Paris had dragged him around every baby shop in the whole mall (there were thousands of them) and had then decided to buy 'a couple of things' for herself. To make things worse she had made Goten carry all the bags and boxes, because it was to much strain on a pregnant woman's body.
Finally Paris had bought just about everything in the mall and had asked Goten for a lift home. On the drive home she had asked him is he wanted to come in for some 'coffee'. By this time, Goten was not even trying to conceal his anger so he had refused bluntly saying he'd rather be shaved bald and painted pink than have sex with her again. She had thrown a tantrum and had ranted about her needs for the rest of the journey boring Goten silly. Now, that she was gone Goten could look forward to going home and being on his own for –
"Shit!" Goten shouted as he drove towards his house. He had just remembered that he had to visit his parents. He sped backwards along the road he was driving on until he came to a place where he could get onto the road towards his parents house. He drove quickly and reached his parents' house in record time. As he parked, he decided that he was not going to deliver the news coated in sugar, oh no, he was in no mood for that.
"Hey mum, dad, guess what?" Goten said as he walked through the open back door into the kitchen.
"Goten! You're early!" Chichi said delightedly.
"Hi son," Goku greeted as cheerfully as ever. (The Son smile on his face as always too)
"Yeah, yeah, listen I have some news for you," Goten said impatiently, his mood getting the better of him. "You're going to have two grandchildren."
"Bra's having twins?" Bulma asked, a huge smile coming to her face.
"No," Goten replied and Chichi's smile faded.
"Well, what do you mean?" she asked uncertainly.
"Paris is pregnant too," Goten told them as if he was commenting on the weather. A shocked hush fell over the room at Goten's revelation.
"H-how can Paris be pregnant?" Chichi asked.
"For fuck's sake mum! We had sex and didn't use protection. How the fuck else would she get pregnant?" Goten snapped, letting out his anger on her. He knew it was wrong but he felt like he had no control over what he was saying.
"Son, Clam down," Goku said, not raising his voice, "we should talk about this."
Chichi and Goten ignored him and glared at each other.
"What about Bra?" Chichi asked through gritted teeth.
"Think mum, here's a big question. Imagine it: Dad get's another woman pregnant, what do you do?" Goten asked sarcastically.
"You've split up then?"
"No, Bra was overjoyed and is throwing a huge party tonight for the three of us, and I'm here to invite you." Goten replied, rolling his eyes.
"Will there be food?" Goku asked hopefully.
"Oh yes, by the bucketful, and it's all prepared by happy little elves."
By then Goku realised that Goten was being sarcastic. "So you got Paris pregnant?"
"Yes."
"And Bra's angry with you?"
"Yes."
"And that's a bad thing?"
"Yes!" Goten almost screamed. "How stupid are you?"
Goku looked hurt, but soon began to grin broadly. He slapped Goten on the back.
"I know what this is about! You're just taking your anger out on us!" Goku said surprisingly wisely. Chichi and Goten stared at him strangely.
"When did you get so smart?" Chichi asked rather bluntly.
"Hey!" Goku whined.
"Sorry dad, but she's right, you can be kind of… 'Dozy', to say the least." Goten said, smiling weakly. That smile became a grimace as Chichi's frying pan connected with his head.
"Don't ever swear at me again!" She yelled, hitting him again with her pan. Whack.
"Don't ever yell at me again!" Whack.
"Don't yell at your father!" Whack.
"These are for hurting Bra!" Whack. Whack.
"This one's just for luck!" Whack.
She finally stopped hitting him and he rubbed his head gingerly. "Thanks mum, I needed that."
"It's ok; I know how you must be feeling. I'm sure it was an accident. Now, who wants dinner?"
At the mention of dinner both Goten and Goku's stomach rumbled. Chichi rolled her eyes.
"Like father, like son."
- - - - -
That night, after a long day, both demi Saiyans went to their beds both alone, both hurting and both tired. Bra hugged her teddy for comfort; Goten hugged his pillow. Bra was feeling alone and unwanted; Goten was feeling angry and ashamed. Both of them sighed simultaneously and closed their eyes and fell asleep.
Aww! My babies! It's all too sad! I'm very bad for starting on a new story when I haven't even finished the first but I reckoned I was onto something big with this one. By the way don't expect the next chapter for a while; this one took me a week to write and another 3 days to type up. Phew, well please review!