Authors Note: Hey guys. You should personally thank Mina (listenserendipity) for this chapter, as without even knowing it, inspired me, so to speak to get it finished and up. She was very patient, and did not hound me, even after I told her I would update last Thursday (Sorry love, lol) I did mean to though, honest!

Plus, she's updated so quickly lately, and I felt like a total loser, so thanks!!

Please enjoy, and don't hate me to much for talking out of my arse, and for writing this chapter the way I did..


Caught Up


Chapter Twelve; Never Ever?

After a not so comfortable examination by the doctor, Pan had learned that she was approximately two months gone. She clutched her stomach and smiled softly. It was actually beginning to sink in. There was a tiny little person inside of her, a part of her, her baby. It all seemed so surreal at that moment and Pan found herself concocting images of her unborn child. Weirder still, in her mind's eye her child was the carbon copy of it's father.

A baby boy or she imagined it to be, with the exact same lavender hair and sky blue eye's that Trunks wore. And possibly the cutest little thing she'd ever imagined. She chuckled lightly and glanced at Trunks who seemed to be deep in his own thoughts, lazy smile kissing his lips. His brows furrowed so that the vague lines on his forehead appeared.

It was at that point she concluded it couldn't be all that bad having their child be like Trunks. Yes there was still a huge part of her that disliked him greatly, but the fact that he had been, so far, one hundred percent supportive, and more than willing to be a part of this had softened her just a touch.

He was growing on her, slowly but surely she was gaining respect for the man she hated.

"Well I think were about done here for today, do you have any questions you need to ask?"

Pan turned her attention to Dr. Braithwaite and shook her head no. She had all the information she needed and didn't think it wise to be neurotic and continue to press questions about possible risks and complications.

The doctor had assured her she was in perfect health. She need only see the pregnancy through.

"Um, I have a question," Trunks piped up, resting his hand on Pan's lap as he leant forward to address the doctor.

Pan frowned slightly, curiosity getting the better off her making her forget to remove Trunks' hand from her leg.

"Can she still have sex when she's pregnant?" Trunks asked, smiling up at Dr. Braithwaite expectantly.

Pan almost choked and coughed out loud, reaching toward her lap to grab Trunks hand which she squeezed as tightly as her strength would allow. Trunks let out a slight whimper and fought to retract his hand but Pan only squeezed tighter, leaning forward in her seat to hear the doctors answer to Trunks' bold and ridiculous question.

With a look of amusement, Dr Braithwaite laughed and replied;

"Why yes of course, unless Miss Son is feeling any particular discomfort as such then you can carry on sexual activity as normal," He explained with a nod of his head.

"Thank you," Pan said through clenched teeth, taking time to dig her nails into the back of Trunks' hand before she tossed it aside roughly.

She would most definitely be having words with him once this was over.

XXX

Appointment all done and dusted, Pan followed closely behind Trunks as they made their way to the exit, not before, of course, being stared out by what seemed like a thousand pair of eye's. What was with these people? Could they not mind their own damned business?

It seemed not, and on more than one occasion some brave person would step forward with a pen and paper and timidly ask for Trunks' autograph. Pan wanted to hurl. If only they knew the real Trunks. She was damn sure they wouldn't idolize him as they did now.

But maybe, just maybe all this attention would work to her advantage.

After all there was something to be said about the CEO of Capsule Corp. wandering through a medical centre pregnant girl in tow, and Pan was damn sure she'd read all about it in the following day's newspaper. And just how would they know she was pregnant, well, if the pregnancy medical book in her hand wasn't enough evidence, then she was sure Meredith might just have something to say on the matter.

The girl was bound to be pissed and the media would surely pay highly for such a story. A little compensation for a nasty break up perhaps?

Thank Pan's lucky stars her parent's already knew.

Once they'd finally reached outside, and Pan was sure no-one was in earshot of them she picked up her pace slightly and began to walk beside him, a dangerous smile kissing her lips.

"Something you want to say Pan?" Trunks began, outstretching his arms and yawning loudly.

She nodded and stopped walking, lacing a hand around his arm so that he followed suite.

"A-huh, as a matter of fact there is. But first.."

She retracted her hand from his arm, drew it back slightly and pelted him full whack on the back of the head, ears almost pumping steam as her face grew to a deep shade of red.

"Can she still have SEX when she's pregnant!?" She all but screamed. "What the hell sort of fucked up question is that!? What were you thinking!?"

Trunks swallowed hard and fought back the blush that threatened to creep it's way onto his face. In all honesty, he hadn't got a clue why he'd decided to ask the doctor that very question. It was just curiosity getting the better of him.

"I was just w-"

"-You were just wondering what Trunks?" She interrupted, hands gripping her small hips tightly as she took a defensive stance. "That I would just automatically jump into bed with you now that I'm having your baby?"

He laughed nervously and opened his mouth to speak but was stopped abruptly by Pan's hand crashing over it to silence him.

"Just because I'm pregnant does not make me any less desirable to other men you know. Besides, I am not that desperate. I'd become celibate before I made the mistake of sleeping with you again."

And with that said she shoved him hard in the chest and stalked away toward his car, face contorted into an angry scowl.

Trunks sighed and slapped a hand to his face. "Stupid.." He cursed running a hand through his hair before following Pan toward the car. Just when he felt he was getting through to her, he, once again, managed to make complete ass of himself and piss her in the most undignified way.

"Pan," He began softly, "I'm sorry."

There was, he knew, absolutely nothing he could say to make her forget about it. But then again it never hurt to grovel, he did still want very much to be a part of this pregnancy, and keeping on Pan's good side was a necessity for that.

She stood, back to him leant up against the passenger side door, arms folded across her chest.

"I don't want to talk to you Trunks, shut up."

He chuckled lightly and leant forward, resting his elbows on the roof of the car. "Would it make you feel better if I said it was a joke?"

She turned her head to the side a touch and glanced at him through her peripheral vision and huffed blowing a strand of hair from her face.

"Not a chance."

"How about you think of it as a compliment?" He was racking his brains now, trying, even if it be fruitless, to come up with any excuse whatsoever.

She turned to face him, eyebrow cocked curiously, but still wearing the same look of disgust.

"Your kidding right? You just embarrassed me into the next century and you want me to take it as a compliment. Your crazy."

He sighed. "Well it is. Kind of. I mean it's not that I think I can, but if given the chance, yeah, I'd do it with you again, pregnant or not."

Her lips twitched slightly giving Trunks the indication she was fighting off a smile, but instead she only raised her hand above the roof and stuck her middle finger up at him.

"That's what I think of your twisted and backward compliment Trunks. And to make it painfully clear to you. I will not be having sex with you anytime soon, so forget it."

"What about anytime later?" He joked, knowing his daring question was most definitely pushing the boat at and only serving to stoke her temper.

"Never," She said finally, stepping back from the car.

"Never ever?"

"Never ever."

Trunks laughed and pushed the button on his key fob, unlocking the car. "Okay, point made. How about I buy you dinner to make up for being a jerk. Indian?"

If there was anything within his reach he could use to soften Pan with it was food, ethnic food to be exact. Indian cuisine was some what of an aphrodisiac to her.

"No thanks. As tempting as that sounds I'll pass," She began with a shake of her head, "I've had about enough of you for today."

"Can I still drive you home?"

"No, I think I'll fly. I'll, um, be in touch if anything comes up."

And with that she took off into the sky like a speeding bullet, leaving Trunks to stand alone, defeated expression etched onto his face as he climbed into his car. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't get through to her. Unless, of course, she was purposely pulling herself away from him in fear of getting to close. It certainly seemed like something Pan would do, she was incredibly stubborn.

If she didn't want to feel something, she would use everything in her power to prevent it.

He would just have to step up his game. He just had to figure out how.

XXX

Gohan took a deep breath and rapped on the door. He was nervous, very nervous.

Never before in her twenty two years of existence had he managed to mess up so horribly. He always thought he was a good Dad, did the best for his daughter. But he couldn't have been more wrong, Pan herself, Videl, his mother and his father all thought he was wrong, so he concluded that he must be.

Therefore, under his wife's orders, here he was, stood at the door to his daughter's apartment fidgeting nervously and racking his brains for the best way to voice his apology.

After a few tense seconds, where in he hoped she just might not be home, Pan answered. Swinging the door openly harshly, scowl pressed on her lips.

"What do you want Dad?" She asked impatiently, running a brush through her wild hair. "I'm not in the mood to argue with you."

Gohan laughed nervously and scratched his head. "I didn't come to argue honey," He said.

Pan looked sceptical all the same and eyed him strangely as she stomped into the kitchen, leaving the door open in a silent invitation. Gohan sighed and stepped inside, this was not, going to be easy.

Following his young daughter he stopped at the kitchen door, leaning his weight against the frame as he watched her potter around, tossing teabags into two cups after flicking on the kettle.

"Did you come to tell me some more of what a failure I am? Of how I've messed up my entire life, 'cause believe me Dad I've said it to myself a thousand times over," She began, back still to him.

"Yes I should have been more responsible, and no Trunks isn't the best pick to father my child but I'm happy, and I want this baby, whether I have your blessing or not."

That was his Pan. Strong willed, strong minded and damned determined to make the best of any situation she encountered. And contrary to what she believed, he was proud of her. Very much so.

Smiling widely Gohan approached her, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Can you forgive an old man for his stupid mistake?" He asked tensely.

Pan looked directly into his eye's, as though testing the sincerity of his words.

"I don't know, you hurt me Dad. Besides, what kind of lame ass apology is that anyway?" She asked with a frown, although her lips were slightly curved to show she was amused.

"I guess your right," He laughed, "I am trying though. I've never really had to apologise to you before. Have never been stupid enough to upset you this much before. I'm sorry."

Pan sighed and ceased the stirring her tea. "I understand that your angry Dad. I would be to. Be it I were in your situation."

"I'm not angry at you," He sulked delving his hands into his pockets. "But Trunks, well that's a different matter. In time I plan to show him exactly just how pissed I am with him, he should have known better."

Pan's face contorted into a frown. "Always the mature approach with you isn't it?"

"And having sex with no protection is mature?" He countered. He was doing it again, he was countering her words and saying the wrong thing.

Pan wheeled around to face him. "I think we've established it was a bad move Dad, don't rub my face in it, what happened to your apology?"

As tempting as it would have been to take the time to really grill his daughter on being responsible and taking a little pride in herself, he held his tongue. Videl was right, Pan needed her parents now more than ever, he would just have to quash his curiosity, and his anger and continue what he came for.

"I said I'm sorry Pan. I shouldn't have said what I said, I don't think you're a failure, not at all, I'm extremely proud of you actually," He smiled, itching to pull her into a hug but fearing she would refuse. Instead he just continued on. "I can't say I'm exactly happy about all of this, but I'm here, if you need me. Your mother to."

Pan seemed to consider this for a second before she dumped her tea into the sink, along with her cup.

"I suppose it'll have to do, you'll just have to buy me dinner to make up for your shocking efforts," She smirked, "If I eat packet noodles again I think I'll go crazy."

It wasn't yet completely resolved, but still it was a step up from the previous day. He'd not lied. He wasn't happy, but for his daughter, he would put aside his anger and support her through this, even if he did think he was to young to be a grandparent.

"You've been surviving off packet noodles?" He asked after a short silence, watching with amusement as Pan pulled open her cupboard doors to reveal her stash

"There two for one down at the store, beggars can't be choosers," She joked, slipping past him into the front room where she slipped on her shoe's.

"I'm thinking soup for starters, then maybe a nice mixed grill and fudge cake for dessert, what do you think, can your wallet handle that?"

Gohan laughed to and headed toward the door, waiting as Pan slipped on a jacket.

"I don't think I have much of a choice do I-"

"Pan?" The door burst open and in stepped Trunks, panting heavily, work blazer long discarded as he'd chosen to fly not drive. In one hand he clutched filled with food.

Everything seemed to stop in the instant he arrived and Pan saw her father's fists tighten dangerously at his sides. Trunks, beside him had noticeably paled and was keeping one eye locked on Pan, as though silently begging her to keep the situation under control, the other fixed on Gohan in case he decided to make any sudden movements.

"What are you doing here Trunks?" Pan asked calmly as she approached the two men. She was fighting hard not to laugh, the scene really was rather funny. If she didn't know better she would have expected both men to suddenly draw there guns and begin a shoot out.

"I um, brought you dinner," He said sheepishly, holding up the bag for her to see.

"I told you I didn't want you to buy me dinner Trunks. I meant it."

"I know but I wanted to surprise you. For the best part, we had a good day right?"

"I think," Gohan began, stepping toward the younger man eye's flashing angrily. "You've had enough enjoyment from my daughter, don't you?"

"I didn't come for a fight Gohan," Trunks defended, stepping back. As terrified as he was of this man, he was not going to back down, Gohan had to learn to understand and accept the situation as it was.

"Perhaps you should have thought about that before you took my daughters innocence," Argued Gohan, anger rising as he edged closer to Trunks.

Pan jumped in and placed a hand on her fathers chest. "Daddy, stop," She warned, eye's pleading with his own. She was angry at Trunks herself but by no means did she want to see her father attempt, and probably follow through and kill Trunks.

Trunks who seemed not to notice this small act on his part scoffed. "Innocence?" He almost laughed out loud. "Let me assure you Gohan. Pan is no virgin.."

Pan who was about to cut in, bit down on her lip hard. She turned her attention to Trunks, and for the second time that day, struck him hard around the face, this time with a closed fist, connecting with his left eye.

"Just when I think you can't get any lower, you keep on proving me wrong," She spoke coldly, reaching out swiftly to catch a fistful of his shirt before he stumbled backwards. "You're vulgar Trunks. Get the hell out of my apartment before I match your right eye to your left."

She let her hand fall from his shirt and stepped back.

Trunks, who's head was pounding like a drum reached up and touched a hand to his eye. She'd certainly got him good, felt like a cracked eye socket under his fingers, most definitely a black eye at the least.

"I'm s-sorry.." His voice was hoarse, and for once in his life he couldn't find it within himself to simply turn his words into another joke. Simply laugh it off and carry on, he'd pushed to far now, not only had he insulted her, he'd embarrassed her in front of her father, who at that moment looked very much as though he wanted to put Trunks' head through a wall.

Pan stepped up to him again, eye's narrowed as she gazed into his own, Trunks could only stand deathly still, to dumbfounded at his own stupidity to argue his case anymore.

"If you want your name on that damn birth certificate then I suggest you give me the space I need to figure this out. I'm trying to see you as a decent person but I'm having a hard time," She told him, "Leave, please?"

"If we could just talk alone then-"

"Did you not hear what she said?!" Gohan yelled, hands shaking at his sides as he tightened them into fists. "Leave. Now, before I decide to step in, because believe me I would take great pleasure in killing you right now. I can't for the life of me figure out how the hell you plan to father this baby, you're the most irresponsible and downright stupid person I know. What happened to you? You're like a carbon copy of your damn father. Your selfish, conceited and I can't honestly think of one person I'd hate more to be the father of my daughter's baby..go home, leave Pan be.."

Trunks looked up, seemingly embarrassed and nodded. He wouldn't argue, or fight, what good would it do? Piss Pan off even more, or just get him a severe beating, that's what.

What a mess it all was. The gods certainly were not smiling down on him that day.

Shoulders slumped, defeated, he nodded and turned his back on the two, his morale severley wounded.

"I'm sorry again Pan, for what it's worth," He mumbled, quickly exiting her apartment.

Gohan turned towards his daughter and smiled softly, reaching out to place a tentative hand on her arm, but she simply shrugged him off, eye's cast toward the ground reflecting a painful mixture of both anger and hurt.

"If it's okay with you," She began softly, slipping off her jacket. "I'm going to stay home, I'm not hungry anymore."

Gohan sighed, fighting the urge to run after Trunks and follow through with his previous threat. It was still quite clear the two weren't particularly close, but it was also clear that Pan was counting on her baby's unlikely father to step up and come through as a reliable source of support for both her and their child.

He was not doing as such. Only hurting her further every time he messed up.

"He's an asshole Pan. He doesn't deserve to be forgiven, or liked for that matter. People like him never change, you and I both know that. I'm sorry it had to be him sweetie, I really am."

Fighting through Pan's resistance, Gohan pulled her into a tight hug, feeling his heart wrench as she buried her face into his chest and gripped his shirt tightly. "Me to.." She replied.