This a three part one-shot about the trials and tales of a teenage pregnancy and all of the joyful happiness and heart wrenching pain it can blossom. It switches from 1st to 3rd POV so it may become difficult to read. This is completed and will probably follow a biweekly update schedule. But enjoy none the less and remember to review.

All characters are owned by Akira Toriyama (keep an eye out for this name again later) and Toei Animation. This is all non-profit and for the pure fun of fanfiction.

"Though the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore." By: Of Monsters and Men 'Little Talks'

Happy Reading!

To Love What's Left Behind

It was like any other Sunday night. It was nearing 6 o'clock and dinner was being set. My mother was preparing a feast for an army as my father entertained our guests. It was still a foul word to me to call my brother a guest in this household. Even after all these years later, even after his marriage, the birth of his child… Gohan was a guest in our house. Sometimes I miss him just being my big brother. Not someone's husband and father. That's awfully greedy of me to think, but feelings are what they are.

As I continue to stray from conversation I keep my eyes glued to my video game. I glance over every now and then to my four year old niece piecing together a puzzle. Even though I'm greedy in wanting my brother I still love that girl. When Gohan and Videl go to work we babysit her. Pan and I play every day when I get home from school. Some days we train and some days we just play child-like games. I don't mind even though I probably look pretty silly being seventeen years old and playing tag with a toddler.

I continue to shoot the new upgraded gun on my game as I hear my mother bustle in the kitchen then call everyone to the table. "You coming?" My brother asks. I answer, "In a minute."

Apparently a minute was far too long as my dearest mother came stomping out to the living room. "Goten!"

"Goten!" I mock. I find it funny; she doesn't.

"Seriously Goten, when I say come and eat I don't mean take your sweet ass time getting to the table," she spits. I turn my game off and follow her to the kitchen. She continues to mumble how if I were studying like I was supposed to I would've been the first one to sit down. But who besides Gohan enjoyed studying?

I sit down as a plate is placed before me. My mother mixes my 'milkshake' and sets it down. "Special treatment?" Videl asks joking with me. Ever since I was little I've always enjoyed her company.

"Maybe," I say. Before I could get a chance to explain mother takes the stage.

"Goten isn't quite filling out like Gohan did at his age so I decided to start making him protein packed shakes."

I lay my face in my palm embarrassed. Was that necessary?

I feel Videl eyes on me. "You certainly have gotten taller. Almost as tall as your brother," she says, "You're just not getting wide enough."

My father switches the focus, "ChiChi is just paranoid and makes him drink that stuff." My mother glares at him as I mouth 'thank you' for diverting the attention from me to him. He may not have been there for the first seven years of my life but over time we grew very close and my dad knew me like he could read my mind. He just smiles in return and continues to ignore my mother's tongue lashing. I've noticed over the years he has very selective hearing.

As Gohan helps Pan handle her silverware he asks me, "So how are you and Valise?"

"Great, it'll be one year next month since we started dating."

Valise was one of the finer things in life. We never argued; never. She was care-free, sweet, and very lovable. Sometimes a bit of an airhead but we got along great together. If this wasn't love then I don't want to know what it is. The feeling I get with her is indescribable. I just want to be attached at the hip with her all day and night. And I knew my family could tell I really was in love. My mother always asked why I couldn't find a girl who's never had a boyfriend before; she married her first boyfriend. But I tell her Valise and I had bad past relationships and so now we can appreciate the one that's blossomed between us. Mom is still getting used to her.

"Impressive. How come she's not here tonight?"

I sigh, "She's been sick. She hasn't been in school for a few days now."

Videl makes a sad face, "Poor girl, I hope she's ok."

Our dinner continues as peacefully as it could amongst a family of Saiyjins. Conversation is limited. I concentrate on my less than appealing Weigh Protein shake as the phone rings. My mother puts her fork down, "Who would call at this hour?"

"I'll get it," I say bringing my drink with me over the phone on the wall. I pick up the receiver and say, "Hello?"

"Goten?" It's Valise.

"Hey Valise, what's up?"

"I have something really important to tell you."

My mom grabs my attention, "Goten, tell her you'll call her back later. We're in the middle of dinner."

"Can you tell me later? I'm kinda in the middle of dinner." My mother calls my name once more as a warning to hang up the phone.

"No this can't wait," she says. I get a very nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Goten," I love when she says my name, "… Goten, I'm pregnant." Suddenly it feels like my name was never said.

As a reaction my fist clamps shut shattering the glass in my hand. Glass digs into my skin as my white knuckles are bared. Blood begins its deadly descent from my clenched fist to the floor. My heart it rapidly beating threatening to leap out of my chest and my breath has become abnormal. Valise calls my name once more bringing me back to reality, "Goten, are you there?"

I know my whole family is looking at me shocked wondering just what the hell is going on. I look at my brother and father. They look concerned for me; yet so does my mother. How could I ever tell her this? Even though she got on my nerves sometimes she was the strongest woman in my life, the woman who raised me, taught me right from wrong, who made me a dreamer, who I am today. How could I break this news to her of all people? I knew she would be furious with me; disappointed in me. I could already see the steam spray from her ears, her screeching yells and maybe even claw my eyes out. Which fear I feared more I could not say.

Valise calls my name once more and I ask in a rush turning away from my bewildered family, "Valise, can I meet with you right now?" She says 'yes' and I hang up the phone. "I gotta go," I tell my family and rush for the front door.

My mom stands from her seat, "What about your dinner?"

"I don't really have an appetite anymore." I say no more and rush out of the house and quickly take to the air. I fly as fast as I can to try and confirm this horrifying news. I'm only seventeen, jobless, and still a high school student. Why would God throw such curveball at me?

I hear my father's strong voice call my name, asking me to slow down. I try my best to out run him but he's just too fast for me. Within seconds I feel his arms wrap around my chest, "Goten calm down please."

I struggle, "Let me go, I have to get to Valise."

I try to pull away once more but my struggle is in vain. His grip is tight and iron like. "Goten… please talk to me so I can help you."

I stop trying to wiggle my way free. Once he felt me relax he releases me. Maybe he would understand, maybe even help me. Before I speak he pulls a white cloth from within his shirt and grabs my bleeding hand. He ignores the gore of my shredded palm and pulls shards of glass from it. Then he gently wraps up my hand with the cloth and wipes my blood on his pants.

"Gross," I mumbled.

His insanely percept hearing picked up on my statement, "Not really, technically it's my blood too. Now tell me what's wrong."

I sigh in defeat and look into his eyes, "I did something really bad Dad. You're going to be so disappointed in me." I feel his hand on my shoulder and encouraging me to go on, "Dad… Valise is pregnant. And it's mine."

His hand falls from my shoulder. I didn't want it to but it did. I look up into his eyes and see a warm smile. Did nothing upset this man?

"It's ok," he tells me, "We can work this out. Everything is going to be ok."

"How can you say that?" I ask. I'm not angry but surely confused, "Dad, I'm a full time student with no job. How can I possibly support a baby?" I can feel tears brim my eyes. I've faced some of the most vile and evil creatures the universe has ever had the displeasure of harboring but this little person that has yet to be born and who has only recently acquired a heartbeat scared me the most.

Now both of his hands rest on my shoulders and I look into my father's eyes shaking. He says, "We'll worry about that later. You need to talk this out with Valise. But I want you to promise me that you'll always be there for her and your baby."

That statement took me by surprise. Maybe he really did understand what was going on. "I promise I will dad but I'm scared to tell Mom. She going hate me, maybe even throw me out of the house." Salty water begins to lightly leak from my eyes. I can't believe I'm crying right now.

"Listen to me Goten," I do as he says, "You stay at Trunks' house tonight and I'll tell your Mother ok?"

"Really?"

"Yes. I've been married to her for a long time; I know how to handle her. When it's safe to come home I'll have her call you."

I love my father; he's always there to save me. I ask, "Still having trouble with the phone?"

"I just can't figure that thing out!" he laughs scratching his head but become serious turning around. We hover in air sensing the same Ki signature. "Your brother is coming; you better get moving."

Before I leave I wrap my arms around him in embrace, "Thank you Dad," I whisper.

"You're welcome. Now stop worrying, we're gunna' get through this."

I let him go, take one last look at him and continue north to Satan City where my lover resides.

Goku drifted back toward home to meet his eldest son. It was only a few minutes later they met.

"Dad, what's going on? Is everything ok?"

Goku was hesitant to tell him what exactly happened but realized it was only right to do so. Gohan was a major player in Goten's life and had every right to know. Plus everybody was bound to find out anyway.

"Gohan," Goku says, "You cannot tell your mother but Valise is pregnant." He studies Gohan shocked reaction.

He suddenly becomes angry, "I warned him Dad! I told him to just wait until he was married!"

"I know Gohan but it's obviously too late for that. He's going to see her right now. You can talk to him when he gets back ok?"

Gohan had his fists clenched in bold anger with his younger sibling. "Talk? I doubt there's going to be any talking."

"What do you mean?"

"Dad, you don't understand how serious this is! I told him all about what could happen if he had sex before he was ready! This was back when he first started dating Valise!"

Goku held his son by the shoulders, "You need to calm down. We'll work this out. I do understand how serious this is and the detriments of it but it's too late now. If Goten is man enough to create a life he'll have to man enough to raise it."

Gohan relaxed his tense body listening carefully. Goku continued, "You're his big brother; don't turn your back on him when he's going need you the most. I'm going to tell your mother tonight and prepare her to talk to him."

"He's got a lot of growing up to do."

A rising nervousness accumulates in my chest as I tap on the window of an apartment building. I see her inside getting out of bed and walking toward me. She must not be too far along, she isn't showing. But I'm sure once she does this will be all too real.

She opens the window, "Come in."

I do so gently stepping onto her floor. I remove my shoes and sit on her bed. She sits beside me hands folded obviously nervous as well. What do I say? How do I fix this? I don't think this is something that can be fixed or mending but something I must adjust and change for. The thought of bringing another life into this world scares me. I want to tell myself I can handle this but I'm not sure if I can. Can I be a seventeen year old father? And a good one at that?

I look at her hands as she fiddles with them. She bites her lower lip with heavy lidded eyes. As I look at her I realize I'm not alone in this. How could I just think of myself? Valise was the one who was going to be carrying this baby for the next nine months and help me care for this child with for the next eighteen years. That's an awfully long time. She must have been just as petrified as me.

I grab her hand and smile. I don't feel like smiling but I want her to know I'll be there for her every step of the way. "We can do this."

"I'm scared Goten. How will I ever tell my parents?"

My smile fades somewhat, "We'll tell them together ok? I'm not gunna' leave you hanging. We're in this together." Why did I just say that? Her parents were very rich and very important people. Her father was a top of the line surgeon and her mother was one of the countries best of the best lawyers. They could do some serious damage including forbidding us to see each other, or even worse, make Valise get an abortion. Even though a baby was the last thing on my teenaged mind, I wouldn't want any harm done to it now that I've accepted it.

She is silent so I ask, "Have you seen a doctor yet?" she shakes her head no. "Do you know how far along you are?"

"Maybe two months."

I suck in a deep breath and rise to my feet. I grab her hand and pull her up to stand. "Let's go tell you parents right now."

"Are you crazy? Right now? I too afraid to tell them right now!"

"We have to tell them before you start showing. We can't keep this a secret forever."

She relaxes and smiles at me, "You never considered getting rid of it did you?"

I'm somewhat shocked by her question. Not that she read me so well but that she knew neither of us would opt for that. We were going to make it, together.

"Never," I say, "I love you Valise. You're everything to me. And God gave us this baby for a reason. I think this baby will bring us closer than ever before."

"Oh Goten, I love you too."

"And after the baby is born and we graduate school I want you to marry me. I'll save up some money and buy you the most amazing ring I can find ok?"

Tears were in her eyes and she never looked more beautiful to me. "Yes of course I will!" her arms wrap around my neck and I feel her lips on mine. I enjoy the sweetness of the kiss.

A knock sounded at the door and we both turn around in shock. There stood her mother; the door ajar. My words are caught in my throat and I stutter. How long had she been standing there? How much had she heard?

"Mother?" Valise asks as she walks into the room and hugs her daughter.

"Oh Valise, you don't have to be afraid to tell me anything sweetheart," she pulls away still holding onto her daughter, "Even though I think your both a little young I am happy for you."

She hugs me next. She's much shorter than me but her short brown hair reminds me of Valise's long hair. I can tell where Valise gets all of her good looks. "You'll be a great dad," her mother says to me, "I don't think I could picture my Valise with anyone else."

She lets go and turns to Valise, "Let's go tell your sister. Then we can talk to your father," she looks at me, "It may not be the best idea to be here when we do. Valise will call you later. I'm sure her father will want to speak to you."

I say 'ok' and kiss Valise goodbye before putting my shoes back on. Her mother stops me before I jump out the window; they know of my special abilities. After a year of getting to know the family it was only right to let them in on my secret, but not my whole history and lineage.

She pecks me on the cheek, "Congratulations."

I thank her and take off into the night and head to Capsule Corp.

Gohan and his little family left hours ago. The women kept pestering them asking what was wrong with Goten. Why did he run out? Where did he go? What happened? But neither Goku nor Gohan answered only saying that they would find out in due time. The memory from only a few hours ago played across his eyes. Gohan just looked into his father's eyes saying 'good luck'. Goku was gunna need it.

"I just understand what could be so wrong that Goten leaves in the middle of dinner and doesn't come home. He has school in the morning."

Goku didn't answer. He just sat in the bed, the quilt covering his long legs. Hands folded in his lap as he continued to listen to his wife staring at the oh-so interesting blank wall.

"I just don't understand. And you're sure he's ok?"

"He'll be fine."

ChiChi finished brushing out her hair and lay in bed with her husband. Goku loved her long black hair, especially when she let it down. Even after all these years she was still beautiful in his eyes.

ChiChi laid back resting her head on the pillow, "So anything new?"

'It's now or never I guess.' Goku looked up to the ceiling as if he were in thought, "Eh, nothing really. I found a new training ground, Pan is learning to fly, Gohan said he might want to do some training this week, Goten got his girlfriend pregnant, and we might go camping this weekend."

ChiChi sat straight up, "What did you just say?"

"We might go camping this weekend?"

ChiChi grabbed a fistful of black hair and pulled, "Goten got what pregnant?"

Gohan and Videl both jumped up into sitting positions in their queen sized bed. A loud crash and more screaming could be heard from his parents' house. "I guess Dad broke the news to her."

Videl was already out of the bed, "Come on Gohan, we better go make sure everything is ok."

"You mean make sure we're not digging a plot for my father tomorrow morning?"

Even though the situation was serious she smiled, "Same difference, let's go."

They quickly got changed and hustled to get outside. They opened their front door and rushed around the corner. They stopped in their track as they saw Goku jump out of the kitchen window; pots, pans, kitchen table chairs, and even knives followed him with vicious speed.

"ChiChi, please calm down!" Goku yell but she apparently could not hear him over her own screaming. She must have run out of furniture to throw out the window because soon she was chucking plates and bowls. Goku knew she would be even angrier if she broke all of her dinnerware so he tried his best to catch and stack all of them. He kept yelling at her to 'stop!' and 'calm down!'.

Videl tugged on Gohan sleeve, "You should go inside and stop her."

"Your right." Gohan ran past the kitchen window dodging porcelain and silverware and ran into the home. He snuck up behind his mother grabbing her from behind. "Gohan put me down this instant! This isn't a laughing matter!" Gohan began walking out of the house to where the other two stood.

ChiChi kept yelling, "Do you know what your brother did? I'm going to ring his neck when he gets back home! That's probably why he didn't even bother to come home!"

Goku placed a stack of plates and bowls on the ground, "Don't you see?" he yelled.

ChiChi was silent. Goku never ever yelled or talked back to her. She was stunned, "Wh- What do you mean?"

"Goten didn't want to come home because he knew you were going to act like this! Don't you find it wrong that he's too scared to come to his own mother for help?"

ChiChi looked down at the ground, "I never saw it like that."

Goku walked over to her and hugged her. She returned it pushing her face into his broad chest. Goku continued, "I never said he was right but Goten needs us right now. He knows he made a mistake but he's willing to do whatever it takes to make it right."

ChiChi looked up to him, "He said that?"

"Yes. I know you're angry with him but there's no point to be. If he's ever needed us before its right now." His wife still looked up to him listening. "He's scared ChiChi. He cried."

She backed away with hands on her chest, "Oh my poor baby. Where is he? I have to call him."

Gohan had is arm around Videl's shoulders, "He's at Capsule Corp. staying the night there. But don't worry mom; all of us are gunna' be there for him. As a family."

"So her mom wasn't upset at all. I was nervous she was gunna' stop Valise from seeing me or even worse…"

Trunks and I sat on the floor of his room discussing everything that's happened tonight. Trunks is my best friend, he has been for as long as I can remember. I could tell him anything. Sure I could tell Gohan too but he's my brother and would surely scold me, maybe even think less of me. But not Trunks. He was my friend and never judged me. Tonight he was most certainly my biggest supporter.

"Wow man, that's crazy. I can't believe your gunna' be a dad! So only your dad knows?" Trunks asks me.

"Yea but by now I'm sure he told my mother and Gohan. And Gohan probably told Videl." I bury my face in my palms, "I'm dreading the conversation I'll be having with my mother."

"That's tough man. I know how your mom can be but I'm sure over time she'll calm down and except it."

I look him in the eyes, "But you don't understand. What if she throws me out of the house? How am I supposed to be a homeless father?" Father. That word was still so foreign to me still.

"Come on, you know you're always welcome here. Plus my mom loves you. And I'm sure Valise's parents would house you."

I had totally forgotten about the other talk I would be having with her father. He was a pretty demanding and intimidating guy. Plus he's incredibly smart; he may even give Gohan a run for his money. What was I to expect from that upcoming and inevitable conversation? I'm a pretty independent guy but I think I'm going to need Valise to hold my hand through this.

"I don't even wanna' think about her parents right now. Her and my parents haven't even met yet."

Trunks laughed, "Guess their gunna have to meet now."

"You're not funny."

A knock emitted from the other side of Trunks' bedroom door. It was Bulma. "Trunks? Is Goten in there with you?"

"Yea Mom, come in," he shouted back.

She opened the door with a phone in her hands cupping the receiver. She motioned me to come to her, so I did. "Your mom is on the phone. She told me," she said, "And I'm a little disappointed in you but you know you can always come to me if you ever need anything right?" I nod 'yes'. She pecks my cheek, "Congrats kid. And good luck, you're gunna' need it."

I take the phone from her hand as she backs away and closes the door. I turn to Trunks, my eyes begging for advice. He motions me to talk into the phone. I know I can no longer keep my mother waiting. I suck in a deep breath in attempt to relive my nervousness and say, "Hello?"

"Goten… It's me."

I already knew who it was. I didn't know what to say so I say nothing and wait.

"You're father told me everything. I know you were scared to tell me but you don't have to be. Honey I'm your Mom; you can tell me anything."

"I know you're disappointed in me. I'm sorry mother, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." I can feel my voice cracking from raw emotion. Great; now she's crying too.

"Oh Goten I love you, you know that. I knew you would eventually grow up and have children of your own but that's the thing. You're still growing up. I just never thought you would be so irresponsible but son," she pauses as if in thought to carefully choose her words, "You don't have to be afraid to come to me or tell me anything. I know you're scared, and so am I, but you have your whole family here for you… especially your Mama."

Tears finally leak from my eyes hearing my mother call herself by my old nickname for her. As a child I called her Mama for the longest time. But as I reached puberty 'Mama' lingered from my vocabulary.

"Thank you Mom. I know I'm still young but I'm gunna' try to be the best Dad I can possibly be. I'm not gunna' leave Valise no matter what. I even asked her to marry me when we graduate from school. And Mom… thank you… for everything."

"Come home Goten. Please?"

I agree, tell her I love her, and hang up. I thank Trunks for the pep talk and for his hospitality. We say our goodbyes and I head home.