Authors Note: Just a brief note to thank everybody for the kind words, and Trunxgurl thanks for pointing that out to me, was completely unintentional, no pun intended, honest. I didn't even think about it actually I was just writing and thinking of a second name for her and that was the first thing that popped into my head, lol.

Anyway, on with the chapter. Please do review.

Caught Up

Chapter Eleven; Dr Braithwaite

Trunks was feeling irritated, extremely so. His restless hands twitched slightly as he drove him and Pan toward the doctor's. Being antsy about being late, Pan had wanted to fly. Of course it would have been far quicker, but common sense told Trunks it would not be a good idea. So now, here he was, face set into a frown, fighting back angry quips as Pan fidgeted in her seat and sent glares at him, approximately every two to three seconds.

He had to admit, as irritating as she was, sat there, sulking. Part of him was highly amused. She really was a spoilt brat. The typical I'm-going-to-stare-you-out-and-sulk-like-hell-until-I-get-my-way, kind of spoilt.

But he wouldn't relent. If she wanted him with her for this appointment, they would arrive by car like normal people.

From across the way Pan sighed. "You made us late."

Trunks snorted and shook his head slightly. "I made us late? As far as I'm concerned you did you fair share of time wasting this morning. But, sulk all you like Pan, it won't get us there any faster."

"How dare you try and pin the blame on me?"

Trunks snickered. "Just giving you a taste of your own medicine Pan."

She shifted in her seat and raised her fist toward his face. "How does a black eye sound?"

"Go ahead Pan, plant one on me," He shrugged, tilting his face to the side to give her better access. "But as I said before, it won't get us there any faster. Times like this require patience, if you have any."

She drew her fist back slightly ready to thrash forward and pelt him in the face but stopped. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. Starting a fight would in fact not get them there any faster, and as it was, she was sick of fighting.

Huffing slightly she crossed her arms and sat back straight in her seat, eye's fixed onto the road ahead as a comfortable silence ensued. She hated her current situation. Hated that she'd even dragged her sorry ass out of bed this morning to go to this ridiculous appointment, that had, unfortunately followed many a mishap.

She hadn't honestly meant to ruin his relationship. That's to say the thought never crossed her mind, she was just pissed. Meredith struck her as somewhat of bitch, and she'd reacted, natural response, no?

She'd had no idea of the consequences. And she was sorry, if only to make herself feel better. Trunks' opinion on the matter was rather irrelevant, after all, wasn't it all about hating him?

"Who do you think it will look like?"

Pan turned to face him and cocked a questioning eyebrow. "Huh?"

"The baby," He said tersely, as though stating the obvious.

Pan frowned and turned in her seat, inadvertently placing a hand on her hip. "Did you just call my baby an it?"

"Well what would you like me to say? We have no idea what the sex is," He began, taking his eye's off the road to look at her. She narrowed her own eye's slightly and he sighed. "I didn't mean to cause offence."

"Hm," She muttered, unconvinced.

Another small silence followed and Pan was beginning to doze slightly before Trunks spoke again.

"So? What do you think then?"

Pan groaned and slapped a hand over her face. "I don't know Trunks!" She snapped, lowering her voice to a whisper as she added. "Though I hope he or she looks more like me.."

It wasn't quite quiet enough though and Trunks took one hand off the steering wheel briefly to poke her in the side.

"I heard that Pan."

She laughed. "Do you want our child to be bullied?"

"Are you, Pan Son, calling me ugly?" He turned to her and pouted slightly, whilst fluttering his eyelashes.

She almost choked on her own laughter and found she had to look away. "I do so hope our child gets your intelligence, your very observant."

"So you are calling me ugly?" He asked again in mock horror, although it didn't last long and soon his face relaxed back into a smile. "I suppose your right. Not that I'm ugly of course," He corrected. "But, I hope our baby looks like you to," He finished as he gave her a thoughtful look.

Pan swallowed hard and fought the blush that threatened to creep onto her face. Had Trunks just actually given her a compliment without any crude implication? And was it just her or had they, even if for a brief moment, just been getting along?

Oh no. Now things were just getting to weird. After a day like this, Pan was going to need a long rest, and a strong drink, if that were possible.

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By some divine miracle they had actually arrived at the doctor's in decent time. And unlike so many visits before had been called and seen to rather quickly as well, good thing for Pan who hated the doctors anyway and was terribly impatient.

They now sat, alone, in the doctors room. Pan on the medical bench, undressed from the waist down, with a towel covering her. And Trunks beside her on a chair looking around at all the various pictures and posters in the room, seemingly not brave enough to look at the semi-naked girl next to him.

Or was it because, not long ago she'd threatened if he even dare try and peek she'd beat him into unrecognisable pieces.

"What's taking so long?" He asked, irritated and slightly antsy. He had no idea what usually went on at these things and was dying to know the progress of his child so far, even if it were still early days.

Pan opened her mouth to speak, but before she had chance the door opened and in stepped the doctor with a smile.

"Sorry to keep you waiting Mrs. Son," He looked across to Trunks. "Are you Mr. Son?"

Pan blanched and shook her head frantically. "No, sir. And it's Miss, we aren't married."

The doctor blushed slightly and chuckled. "I'm very sorry Miss Son, my mistake. Is he the father of the baby?"

"Yes I am," Trunks answered proudly, reaching out to shake hands with the man. "Trunks Brief's."

The doctor shook his hand eagerly then slowed, his eye's narrowing ever so slightly before he smiled.

"Ah yes, Mr. Brief's. President of Capsule Corp, if I'm not mistaken?"

Trunks nodded. "That's me."

From her seat Pan rolled her eye's. How was it possible that an appointment on the progress of her pregnancy happened to turn into a meet and greet with America's most wealthy. Who cared about Trunks' status when she had a baby in her belly?

The two continued to converse for a while before Pan, impatiently, cleared her throat and coughed loudly.

"Um, lady with a baby here," She said sheepishly.

Both men blinked for a second and looked to Pan as though she were some monster with two heads, before snapping from their daze.

"My apologies Miss Son, it's not everyday I get a celebrity in my office. But anyway, down to business," He took a seat on the other side of her and placed some papers onto his desk, one, Pan noticed, was a brief copy of her medical notes. "I'm Doctor Braithwaite, and I'll be over-seeing your progress for the coming months of your pregnancy. I will also, unless you choose otherwise," He laughed. "Be delivering the baby."

Pan nodded slightly, and like Trunks extended her hand to shake his.

"I though a midwife dealt with pregnancies?"

"That they do, yes. And if you choose during your pregnancy to switch to the care of a midwife you may do so," He explained, whilst typing some of her notes up onto his computer. "Unless of course, there are any risk factors during your pregnancy, such that may require a Caesarean section to be performed. That's my job."

Pan nodded again and looked to Trunks with a pale face. He was equally as white as the concept of risks flowed throughout their minds. Pan had never even thought that there may have been risks. And what if there were? What if she was destined to have a horrific pregnancy and childbirth?

God forbid she have an easy time. Her life was never quite that simple.

Feeling she would not rest easy unless she knew she swallowed hard and with a shaky voice asked. "What risks?"

Doctor Braithwaite turned his attention to her. "As with any pregnancy there can be risks. Diabetes, high blood pressure, multiple births, pre-eclampsia. If you do happen to develop any of these, full care of course, will be handled by myself. Don't worry yourself Miss, most women's pregnancy's run beautifully."

Pan felt little reassurance. She wasn't, after all, most women. There was nothing to say she wouldn't be in the small percentage of unlucky souls that encountered a problem.

Even her heritage did little to comfort her. She was only ¼ saiyan, and the first female of the species to fall pregnant. What if it did go wrong?

Beside her, Trunks seemed to notice her uneasiness and slowly reached out to place a comforting hand on her arm. Pan smiled faintly and turned back to the doctor, even though uncomfortable with the gesture, feeling no need push Trunks away.

"Shall we get on with things then? And find out how far along in the pregnancy you actually are?"

Pan nodded. She would just have to try and stay positive about things. It was either going to run smoothly and she have a healthy happy baby, or she'd encounter complications, either way, she was going to love this baby. Risks or none.

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Gohan had officially had it. What sort of decent man alienated his pregnant daughter, pissed off his wife, and ended up sleeping on the couch in the same day? A stupid one, of course. He sighed. Things really blew. For nearly a week now Videl had taken to ignoring him over the matter, and he was a little more than tired of trying to talk through it.

And if that weren't enough. She'd only gone and spoken to his parent's and pissed them of to!

So now he had an upset daughter, wife, mother and father. Although Goku, whilst away from Chi-chi's watchful eye had been rather understanding of his son, had still agreed with his wife in saying that it was Gohan's responsibility to go and apologise to Pan.

But how could he?

He'd - not in so many words - told his daughter she was a failure. How was he supposed to amend that?

And better still. How was he supposed to support his daughter through all this without slaughtering Trunks in the process? Because he'd thought about it. A lot. And had, whilst being alone, compiled quite a list of ways to torture the man for putting his only child in such a predicament.

Such as;

Castrate Trunks and make him choke on his own genitals.

Castrate Trunks and shove his genitals up his own ass before painfully blasting him into to tiny pieces and urinating on the remnants.

Dismember Trunks, starting with his genitals, very slowly, with a blunt knife, then feed him to some hungry jackals.

To name but a few.

For a usually mild tempered man, he could be very creative when he put his mind to it.

Not that it helped him much with regaining his daughters trust. Sighing he downed the rest of his coffee and flopped onto the couch to watch some TV. Maybe it would help him relax.

"Nuh-uh Gohan, hand it over," He cringed and looked across to his wife, who stood, one hand on hip, the other out-stretched in wait for the remote.

"But why not?" He asked incredulously.

Although a small miracle that his wife was even talking to him. He didn't see why he wasn't permitted to watch television. After all, it was him that paid the bills.

"Because," Videl began, narrowing her eye's. "I've just got off the phone to Bra. She says Pan had a doctors appointment today. Which means that you have the perfect opportunity to go and salvage your relationship."

Gohan raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

"It's a topic of conversation, and also a chance for you both to come to terms with this whole thing. Besides I would like to know how our daughter's getting on, wouldn't you?"

"I suppose so.." He mumbled in somewhat of a childlike manner.

Videl rolled her eye's and took a seat beside him, taking a different approach as she latched onto his arm.

"Please Gohan? For me?" She all but begged. "Go and make things right, it only takes one word, you know Pan, as tough as she acts, she still needs us. One word Gohan."

"But Videl," Gohan said melodramatically. "Sorry seems to be the hardest word.."

He paused for laughter, but none came.

"I'm serious mister, haul ass over to her apartment before I lose my temper."

And that was it. He caved.

"Fine, but I'm not making any promises to amend things. I'll do my best," He replied.

Videl smiled sweetly and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you."

Not the biggest of updates, but and update all the same. I really enjoyed writing this chapter, hope you like it. Please review? For me…