AN: Happy holidays! Finally got chapter 6 of this story up. Took a while and I apologize for that. Hopefully it doesn't disappoint. :)

Chapter Six: Fragments of a Past

Passionate kisses scattered upon heated flesh as lust heightened; the scent of arousal, heavy and heady, filled the room as wet skin connected with wet skin time and again. Moans muffled against shoulder blades, nails scratched and scraped, leaving burning red welts in their wake. Teeth sinking in, hips arching and thrusting. Faster and harder the bodies moved as completion was just within reach. One final push, one final groan, and the seeds were planted. Limbs entwined, contented sighs expelled, and as Morpheus took hold, the future is cemented by their connection to the life that was created.

"It was just one night, Pan. One night. I thought you understood that."

"I did… I do. But…"

"No! There is no but. It was a one-night stand that never should have happened at all. But I got drunk and so did you. That's all there is to it. A drunken mistake."

Pain flashed for a nanosecond leaving him to wonder if he imagined it.

"Trunks, listen to me…"

"No! You listen to me, Pan. It was nothing more than a one-night stand! Stop trying to make it into something that it's not. I can't be with you. Not now, not ever."

"Trunks, please…"

"Pan! Stop! Just stop it. Nothing you say can change my min…"

"I'm pregnant."

Simple and to the point, not even shouted. But that one statement, two words, was anything but simple. If anything, it made things more complicated.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"Is it… is it… mine?"

Silence rang loudly for a few moments. Then a sharp "thwack" was heard as palm met cheek.

"How dare you. How dare you even ask that question, Trunks! You were the first and only one I've slept with. What? You think I can't control myself so much that I'd spread my legs for anyone? Do I look like a fucking whore to you?!"

"I didn't mean it like that, Pan. I swear I didn't. It's just that it was only once…"

"It only takes once, you asshole."

And that was the beginning of the end of something beautiful.

"You're what?!"

"I'm pregnant."

"How? Who?"

"I think you know the how, Bra, and the who."

"Oh. Oh my…! But… but you're so young, Pan. And I didn't even know that the two of you were together like that. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Cause we're not."

A moment of silence reigned over the room as the meaning behind the words sunk in. Shock wasn't the right word to describe what Bra was experiencing.

"But…you're pregnant."

"I'm well aware of that."

"…"

"You don't have to be together to be pregnant. You just need to sleep with one another."

"So, this…child…was created out of lust and not… love?"

"…Guess you could say that."

"Oh…but, Pan…to spread your legs like that…how could you?"

"You knew how I felt about your brother, Bra."

"Yeah, but still. Are you going to keep it?"

"Of course I'm keeping it! It's my child, Bra. I'm not going to murder him or her."

"What…what does my brother have to say about all this?"

"He asked me if it was his."

"Oh." Another moment of silence. "Is it?"

A flash of hurt flickered across Pan's face at the question before she schooled her expression.

"Of course it's his. I'm not the type to sleep around."

"Just making sure, Pan. Don't take any offense."

"Whatever, Bra. Whatever."

And that was the beginning of the end of a wonderful friendship.

"Pan, honey, please be reasonable about this. We're only thinking about you."

"Momma, no! I'm keeping the child."

"Pan! You will cease this foolish notion of yours. You're not old enough to be caring for a child. You could barely care for yourself."

"That's not true, daddy, and you know it."

"Young lady, if you could be trusted to take care of yourself, then we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place, nor would we be holding this conversation."

"Daddy, you're not being fair."

"I don't have to be fair. I'm your father."

"But…"

"Either you get rid of it, or you can walk out that door and don't come back."

"Gohan!"

"No, Videl. She needs to learn that mistakes have consequences. She wants to keep the child, she can do it on her own."

Pan looked pleadingly at her mother to no avail. Glancing once more at her father, she wiped her eyes dry and climbed the stairs.

And that was the beginning of a broken family.