Possibly the last one, takes place towards the end of her pregnancy with Hanora. Features an overprotective Papa Trunks who doesn't want Panny lifting a finger while she's so far along in her pregnancy.


Pan's POV

"Trunks, I do not need a babysitter! I'm nine months pregnant, not an invalid child!" I hissed, crossing my arms and glowering at my husband. "Panny, what if you go into labor while I'm at work?" He asked softly, "if you're here by yourself, who's to say that you won't have to have the baby all on your own?" I growled softly, "I can get to a phone, smart one." He rolled his eyes at me, "Panny, you can't use your ki, and you're heavily pregnant. I'm not saying that it's impossible for you to reach a phone, but it would be pretty difficult." I held up my iPhone, "I have a cellphone, now leave me be." The stubborn oaf shook his head and smiled at me, "Your father's off today, so he'll be staying with you. Love, you look flushed." I growled and looked away, "Apparently, arguing with you is making my blood pressure skyrocket. If you don't want my blood pressure to go up, then I suggest you let me have my way and stop being an overprotective ignoramus." His arms were suddenly around me, and I pushed against him, cursing the loss of my ki. If this had been under normal circumstances, I would've sent him flying through a wall.

"You know I don't like it when you use your strength against me like this. It's hardly fair, considering I have no strength to speak of right now." I said dully, shrugging away from him. "Panny, you know Dad said that all your strength needs to be focused on supporting our daughter." My eyes rolled skyward, "you still can't just overpower me whenever you please. If I don't want you hugging on me, then I don't want you hugging on me. I'm mad at you, and you can't change that for now, so just go to work and leave me alone." His face fell, and I waddled away from him, "That's what you get for not taking my opinion into consideration before you made any decision pertaining to my wellbeing. What am I? Your incubator?" He groaned, "Panny, it's not like that at all-"

"Then don't disregard me like this. I'm your wife and the mother of your daughter. I deserve some say in this." I knew it was the hormones talking, but I was just too annoyed with him to care anymore. "Go to work, I don't want to talk about this anymore." Trunks leaned down to kiss my forehead, but I leaned away, "Go, you'll be late." He heaved a sigh, "I'm doing this for the safety of our daughter, Panny. I don't know why you're being so stubborn." I snorted derisively and left the room, "See you when you get off work, Trunks."

*later*

The doorbell chimed, and I pushed myself up from the sofa and went to go answer the door, grumbling to myself as I carefully sat my snack down on the coffee table; this snack consisted of fried shrimp, wasabi sauce, mushrooms, lettuce, horse radish, and bell peppers, topped with green goddess salad dressing. While it looked disgusting, it tasted amazing. Note to self: Get some duck sauce from the fridge; I quickly undid the lock and opened the door. My father stood on the other side, an anxious glint in his eyes.

"Oh," I mumbled, "it's my babysitter. Joy." I turned and waddled to the kitchen to get my duck sauce... Oooo and some grape jelly wouldn't hurt either. Stupid cravings!

I huffed and returned to the living room with my prizes. Papa had made himself comfy on the other sofa, and was currently watching Wheel of Fortune.

"You're seriously going to listen to my insensitive husband and stay here with me until he gets off work?" I asked incredulously as I plopped on the sofa and began pouring duck sauce and grape jelly all over my snack. Mmmm, I wish I had some baked pita chips... darn kid making me want all this crap!

"Well, of course. It's not exactly a good idea for you to be by yourself at nine months pregnant. At this point, the baby could come at any time."

I shrugged, "So what? I can take care of myself, thank you. I don't need body guards."

Papa raised a brow, "So you could protect yourself easily if, oh, I don't know, armed kidnappers broke into the house to use you as a bargaining chip to blackmail Trunks?" I pouted at him, "That's not fair, and you know it. You know I don't like people being so overprotective of me."

Papa moved over to sit next to me and gently stroked my hair, "Your pride has always had a habit of getting the best of you, Panny." I rolled my eyes and picked up my bowl, "I know... it's something I need to work on." He laughed and kissed my cheek, "Why don't you just relax. It'll be like you don't have someone watching your every move, I swear."

I growled softly, "In that case, get away from my food." He furrowed his face at my snack, "That's food?" I nodded and took a bite, "don't blame me; blame your granddaughter. She loves this stuff."

Inside my womb, Hanora gave a quick roll and nudged against my skin repeatedly, as if backing me up. I watched my skin ripple and stretch with her motions, smiling slightly. Papa followed my gaze and chuckled, "What do you want to do today, Panny?"

I shrugged, "I'm not leaving the house like this, that's for sure." My hair was all over my head, my skin was flushed from my argument with Trunks... and this morning's appointment with the porcelain god, and I was dressed in a pair of Trunks's sweat pants and a pink t-shirt that read 'Del-Rio'.

"Alright, how about a board game?" I beamed, "That'd be awesome. We have Life upstairs in the cupboard down the hall from our bedroom." Papa laughed and headed upstairs. I balanced my feet on the coffee table; cringing at my grapefruit sized ankles, and continued to devour my snack. Maybe this babysitter thing wouldn't be half bad...

*the next trial*

"No way in hell," I seethed, "is there any way I'm staying here with Vegeta. I thought you didn't want me to wind up having to have the baby on my own. Having Vegeta here is the same as being here alone. He'll go in the backyard and train, and I'll end up laid out on the floor in the laundry room, giving birth to our daughter in a pile of our dirty clothes! I refuse; this is cruel, unusual punishment! I plead the Eighth!"

Trunks chuckled, "Hun we live in Japan; you can't use the Eighth Amendment to get out of my father watching you." I wailed, "You hate me! I knew it all along! You hate my guts! I'm going to my mother's!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes, "Like I give a f-" Bulma elbowed him in the stomach, "our granddaughter can hear you," she smiled at Pan, "come on sweetie, I'll take you to your mother's," she shot a glare at her husband and son, who both wore matching smirks, "you don't have to stay with my unobservant oaf of a husband."

I heaved a sigh of relief and snatched my bag up from the couch. There was one of Trunks's shirts inside, because I knew I'd be taking a nap within an hour of getting to my mother's, and I wanted to be comfortable, "Thanks, Aunt Bulma."

Aunt B hissed something at Vegeta that made his smirk fall, and a flash of horror appear in his eyes.

"Woman," he bellowed, "you wouldn't dare deprive me of-" this time my husband covered his mouth, "impressionable ears in the womb, Dad."

Bulma smirked playfully, "I will if you keep smirking like a fool," she wrapped an arm around my shoulders, "come on, darling, let's get you over there. You look pale."

I shrugged, "retarded blood pressure. It happens when your husband does things to you that make it skyrocket or drop, like telling you his father is going to be your babysitter for the day."

*at the Son abode*

"You're kidding me. He was about to let Vegeta watch her? There's no way that ignoramus is watching my babies." Mama wrapped her arms around me protectively, and I rolled my eyes towards the ceiling.

"Yes, your son in-law is crazy, so I brought her over here so she could have some female company... or company in general, because we both know that Vegeta wasn't going to stick around and watch out for her." Aunt B finished her tea and kissed my forehead, "I've got some errands to run, so I'd better get on that."

"Bye, Auntie B." I called after her, and then hauled myself up and headed over the fridge, "You wouldn't happen to have anything deep fried, smothered in whip cream and strawberries, would you?"

My mother answered with a groan of pure frustration, and I smirked and pulled the door to the fridge open.

Oh, the joys of being pregnant. I can eat whatever I want, and no one can say anything!


This was originally going on A Dash of Fluff as an outtake, but I decided to switch it over to PMoF because the UxM drabble isn't coming along so well. Enjoy the read!