I Never Dreamed

By: AMCM74

Chapter 8

It was very late when Trunk walked through the door to Capsule Corps. After all he had been through in the last three days. Flying to America, meeting Devero, finding out he was going to be a father, flying back immediately, and trying to deal with Pan and her family. He didn't think he could handle one more event in his life until he had more then three hours of sleep in the comforts of his own bed.

That was until he looked up and saw his father staring at him.

"You have made your mother worry." Vegeta was standing right there in front of Trunks, arms crossed and a surly look on his features. Trunks looked to the ceiling and prayed that the earth would just swallow him up.

Vegeta saw the fatigue on his son's face, but didn't back off in the least. "Do you know what happens when your mother worries?" The Saiyan Prince demanded. "Of course not, so I will tell you how she reacts to your antics. She tells me! Repeatedly! I have been locked out of the Gravity room. Until I deal with what ever is bothering you, as a `'good father' should. She blames me for not taking more of an interest in your life." Vegeta fairly growled his next words "You will now tell me who she is now."

Trunks set his bags down and pulled off his trench coat in silence. He avoided looking his father in the face for several moments. It wasn't like Trunks to defy his father. He was hanging the trench coat in the front closet. Then the curiosity got to him enough to ask. "How do you know it was a woman?"

"I know because I am your father, and I have a sense about these things. Now do you dispense with your attempt at stalling? Or would you prefer I beat the information I want from you." Vegeta was aching for a fight, but then when wasn't he?

"Fine, I went to the United States to find Pan." Trunks sighed running his hand through the lavender hair. The last thing he wanted to do was fight.

Vegeta froze. The anger vanished to an unreadable expression "Did you find her?"

"Not there. She has been in Japan for the last two months." Trunks got a creepy feeling when he looked at his father. "Is there anything else?"

"No." Vegeta turned to walk away, but before he left he added, "Do not scare your mother again. Or you really will have to answer to me."

Trunks shook his head. That was way to easy. The sad part was he was too tired to press his luck.

Vegeta could feel his inside shaking as he walked back down the hall toward his room. He had sensed Pan's return those few months ago. Her ki was as distinguishing as a fingerprint to him. So highly trained, Vegeta could not help but tell the differences in it. He could kick himself now for not figuring this out before. Pan was pregnant with Trunks's baby. His blood would be mixed with Kakkarot's, but what did that matter anymore. His son would finally have and heir, an heir of Saiyan blood no less. There was another thing he liked about this situation. He finally knew something Bulma did not. A smug smile worked it's way on to the Saiyan Prince's lips. Tomorrow would be a better day indeed!

Pan stretched in her bed. Waking up was harder these days. If it were not for her hunger she would never leave her room. Her mind played over yesterday's events. She smiled with schoolgirl delight. It was like a fairy tale. Trunks rushing in like her knight in shinning armor, then carrying her off. He had even proposed. Pan giggled and hugged her pillow tight as she flipped to her back. At the sound of her laugh, she frowned. She hadn't actually giggled had she? It had been years since she had out grown that childish habit.

"Get a hold of yourself. You're a full grown woman, not a hormonally challenged teenager." Her head answered with, "Then why do you act like one around him?" She sighed. This was true. Everytime he touched her. No matter how angry she was she fell right into his arms. She was such a hypocrite. "It's settled then. Trunks is here by banished from touching me ever again." Some part of her brain that controlled reality was laughing madly at her.

"Pan, phone!" Videl walked in with the cordless. "I knew you were up. I am not sure who it is, but he has been calling every hour since seven A.M."

Pan sat up right. Seven A.M! Only one person she had ever met was so motivated. Pan grabbed the phone and held it close to her ear "Mark!" She smiled and nodded to her mother. As Videl left the room she wondered who this Mark was. Videl repressed the urge to put her ear to the door. Then wondered, more importantly what would Trunks say.

Mark Devero sat at a little corner table at an exclusive restaurant. "Pansy girl, I had to call and let you know. I am in Japan for the next few days. I wanted to see how things were coming along for you here." He paused listening to the tirade that flowed into his ear. No matter how serious she was, he found her anger comical. There was no way he could ever be angry with her. That had been proven time and time again. Not even when she had told him she was pregnant. It was a give that the child was not his. Mark had never gone that far with her. Never been give the chance truth be told. He had been devastated that she refused his marriage proposal. It was her decision to make, but after meeting Trunks Brief, Devero knew that it wasn't love that would win Pan's heart. It would be persistence. That was something Mark was unrivaled in.

As one of America's leading businessmen, he defiantly had enough determination. His only real competition was Trunks Brief. Sure he was her baby's father, but Devero was certain he could over come that obstacle. He wanted nothing more then to give Pan the life she deserved as his wife. If there was anything a man like Devero knew it was business. He was already investing in his new dream. Pan was tearing him apart for giving away her secret at the moment. That would have to be dealt with first. "I know I should have kept my big mouth shut. But what was I suppose to tell the guy? He wanted me to fire you, for cry out loud. Yes, that is what he wanted originally."

Looking up he saw a beautiful woman with blue hair moving toward him. Looking down at his portfolio, he saw the same woman in the picture before him. Next to it was the name Bulma Briefs of Capsule Corporations and a long biography under it detailing everything there was to now about her. Short, of course, her relationship with Goku and the dragon balls. "Listen Pan, my new business partner is here. I need to go. Can we get together later? Sure I have your home address. It was on the paperwork you filled out for Global. I will drop by and pick you up about eight tonight. You know I love ya, Pansy-girl. Later." Devero stood up as he hung up his phone with a flick of his wrist. He came to his feet to greet Bulma Briefs with a welcoming smile. "Mrs. Brief, so good of you to met with me on such short notice."

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything important." Bulma dropped her purse on the chair and shook his hand.

Devero nodded, and tossed her a rakish smile "Just the love of my life," Devero blushed a bit holding up the phone with a little wave. "But I get to spend time with her later. Let's see what we can accomplish today."

Bulma smiled. It was rare to see such a sweet act from a young man like Devero. Money and power tended to corrupt people into thinking they can buy anything. It was an ugly truth that Bulma had the misfortune of seeing first hand. Sitting down she replied "For Capsules newest stockholder, anything."

Once again I have to find a good place to stop and this cliffhanger had me enthralled. So I am sure you want to strangle me now. Trunks is going to have more then just Pan to worry about. Devero is in town, with his charm set on high, and Capsule Corps in his sights.