I woke up early today, the morning's first light ripping through my eyelids. My mind obediently opened my eyes and I flipped on my side to see my wife of now 3 years laying next to me in the bed. I smiled while I stared at the back of her head, her raven locks of hair falling about her pillow. Slowly and quietly I inched towards her body. I stretched my arm across her abdomen and placed my hand on her stomach. Barely noticeable, but still there, was a small bump. I smiled again, feeling the child's- my child's Ki through her belly already at two months. I was able to feel her slow and steady breaths with the rise and fall of her stomach. I didn't realize I woke her, but I knew I must have when she placed her hand on top of mine. She squeezed it and brought it to her face and began kissing where my wedding band was.

She rolled onto her back with my hand still grasped by her own. "Morning Trunks." She spoke softly, holding my hand on her upper chest above her heart. I gave her a smile and placed butterfly kisses along the side of her face. She giggled. I removed my hand from hers and rubbed her belly softly in circular motions. She looked down at the action and rolled her eyes. "You won't be expecting a Chibi-Saiyan for another 6 and a half months so you better be patient. I'm not going to squeeze this baby out for you before it's ready to come." she said, giving me a playful look. She rubbed her own belly a few times, and sat up on the side of the bed to get up for breakfast. Ahh, Pan's cooking is so much better than her grandmother's and that's saying a lot from a Saiyan who used to do nothing but eat Chichi's food!

Pan brushed out her hair and slid on her slippers on her way to the kitchen. I slid out from under the covers and got up from my side of the bed. Before entering the hallway I pulled a shirt over my bare chest and walked down the stairs in just that plus my boxers. Once I got to the kitchen area all I could smell was bacon and waffles. Mmmm…. She cooked the bacon so crisp and the waffle so golden, I swear she could be a Professional Chef! I came up from behind her and put my arm around her waist, feeling her bump again. I quickly cupped her butt cheek and squeezed it, getting a squeak from her and a giggle afterwards. "No, bad Trunks. Don't make me burn your bacon!" she said laughing. I felt sorry now. "Okay, okay! I'll stop." I said, almost choking about burnt bacon. Burning bacon is a sin!

*-.-*-.-*-.-*ABOUT AN HOUR LATER*-.-*-.-*-.-*

"That was delicious as always, honey." Trunks told me after cleaning his plates that were covered in food a few seconds ago. "I can tell you enjoyed it. Uh-oh, you might want to hurry so you aren't late for work!" I said after looking at my watch. "You have five minutes to get dressed and get to Capsule Corp.!" He just smirked at me and said, "No problem baby, I know how to fly." He jogged up the stairs to get ready. I just rolled my eyes. "That man will be the death of me!" I said, washing the dirty skillet and plate left on the table. I washed my hands of breakfast-grease and sat on the couch to watch the 7:00 News. "Thank you for tuning in for the 7:00 News with Henry Mallot." The T.V. narrator spoke in an annoying voice. "I'm Henry Mallot. Hello, and good morning everyone in South City. Today I have much news to tell regarding the National Bank. The workers are complaining about not getting paid enough for their-" Pan tuned the television and especially Henry Mallot as she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "Bye babe, gotta get on my way!" Trunks said, leaning down to kiss Pan as he stumbled to fix his knot of a tie. I reached up and helped him fix it. He winked at me and walked out the door, closing it before he shot off into the sky. I sighed, "This is going to be a long week." I told myself.

Me: So, that's it guys! I hope you liked and please R&R. Don't let me get Trunks to force you to do it! I can make him!

Trunks: No, you can't..

Me: I'm the author, so technically I can.

Trunks: You know, I'm still a person with rights!

Me: Yeah sure you are. To me you are only a fictional anime character under my control!

Trunks: What?! I'm an anime character?!

Me: Yep, just wait until I make you do anime things, then you'll realize the truth. ^-^

Trunks: Dear Dende… T^T

Me: I can also make you kiss me too if I really want. –mischievous face- :U

Trunks: O-o Please don't!

Me: Okay, maybe in the next chapter. You have to wait a while lover boy! :*

Trunks: Thank Dende that was close! I hope you have writer's block.

Me: NOOOOOOO CARMAAA! You big jerk, now I WILL have writers block! You Jinxed me!

Trunks: Haha, that's what you get!

Me: -.-"