"Mommy, he's waking up!"

"What?"

Pan jumped from her seat on the couch and collapsed to her knees next to the cot that was seated directly in the center of the living room. There lay Trunks, bruised up and slowly stirring in his unconsious state. It was already late at night, almost Roxy's bedtime, and he's just now waking up. Pan grabbed a wet rag from the kitchen, and began dabbing at the dried blood on his face. Needless to say, her father showed no mercy on him.

Pan waited until Trunks' eyes opened before she began peeling off the bandages and medical tape. Trunks winced with every touch she made, but kept calm. She began disinfecting the wounds on his body, and cleaning the blood away. Pan was making no eye contact with him, but Trunks was watching her, and loving every minute of it. Kami must like him or something, because there was no other reason Pan would still be here with him. Or talking to him for that matter.

Her face was so focused, full of worry. Even though Trunks was half saiyan, he still enjoyed being taken care of by the one who drove him crazy with love. Her hair was whisping in front of her dark eyes, covering the damage he had done the other night. Seeing even a small glimpse of what he had done was enough to make him look away. The one single time he showed any kind of anger, it just had to be on Pan. No matter how many times she told him that she forgave him, it wasn't enough. There was always going to be something eating away at him, screaming and yelling at him for what an idiot he was.

Pan's stare caught his attention. Trunks looked back up to her as she placed a bandage on his cheek, sticking her tongue out a little while doing so. She smiled, satisfied with herself before making eye contact with Trunks.

"It's about time," she said. "Now you wake up a little bit, I'm going to tuck Roxy in for bed."

She turned her head and gathered Roxy into her arms, "Tell Daddy goodnight, Roxy."

Roxy leaned down and gave Trunks a tender kiss on the cheek, "'Night, Daddy!"

Pan smiled and stood to her feet, and walked quietly up the set of stairs as to not wake up her other child. Roxy was already half asleep by time Pan had made it to their bedroom. She had her thumb tightly secured in her mouth, her big eyes now small slits. Pan kneeled by the small, pink Dora The Explorer bed, and tucked Roxy under her covers. She reached under the bed, and pulled out Roxy's nighttime sippy cup, and laid it next to her pillow.

"Goodnight, sweetie," Pan kissed her cheek.

Roxy just nodded and let her eyes shut.

Pan stood up and checked on Zita before making her way back down the stairs.

She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and watched her ex husband. He was just laying there, a dazed look on his face, and Pan couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of butterflies in her stomach. Everything felt so right when he was home. A new warmth swept over her house, caressing her broken heart. Over the days, Pan has been forgiving him a little more with each passing hour. Trying to resist him was impossible, and he was so determined, and Pan could see how hurt he was being seperated from his family. What made everything better was that he didn't stay with Marron.

Maybe, now, everything will fall back into its rightful place. The brutal beating Trunks recieved less than twelve hours ago was enough punishment in her eyes. Roxy and Zita were both screaming with fear, and Bra was trying to rush them into the house. The whole scene was a disaster.

"Dad, STOP!"

Pan jumped in front of Trunks' unconsious body, holding her arms a few inches from her sides. She felt stupid for not doing it sooner, but it was going to happen eventually. Gohan stared at her angrily, ready to push her out of the way but couldn't bring himself to do so.

"The kids are terrified, Dad!" Pan pointed to her kids who were screaming for their father. Pan was struggling to keep herself from crying. "I think that's enough."

"Why would you stand up for him, Pan?" Gohan's hair drifted from a bright, golden flare, back down to it's original color. "After what he did to you, why?"

"Mistakes happen," Pan let her arms rest. "And what makes you any different? Look at your grandkids, dad."

A look that Pan couldn't identify struck her father's face as he stared over at Roxy and Zita. Bra was a full grown adult and was having trouble keeping the kids back. Zita was struggling against Bra's hold and Roxy was kicking her legs and screaming for her to let go. Pan was able to tell what he was feeling now. The same feeling Trunks had felt for the past weeks. Shame.

"You need to leave, Daddy," Pan dropped down by Trunks' side. "I'll call you when I can bring myself to talk to you."

It was an emotional day, and everything felt so unreal.

But the marks covering Trunks' body and the tear stains that lingered on Pan's cheeks showed the reality of the days events.

"Hey."

Trunks' voice broke Pan's train of thought, "Hey."

Pan smiled softly and closed the remaining distance between herself and the cot, and took a seat by Trunks, "Feeling any better?"

Trunks laughed, "No, not really." He smiled and lifted his bandaged hand softly stroked Pan's hair. "But thanks for everything, Pan."

The night went on faster than the day, much to Pan's disappointment. Being with Trunks tonight was almost like meeting a new friend. They caught up on everything, talked about whatever came to mind, laughed, joked, and felt something the two hadn't felt in their marriage in what seemed like months. They felt complete happiness. It didn't take long before the two reached their bed. Trunks ignored the injuries, and was able to take Pan into his arms the way he had done on their wedding day, and carried her away.

Three Months Later

"Ouch!"

Pan flinched and jumped away from the stove. The bacon was sizzling and popping grease in every direction. Pan rubbed her arm and bit her lip. She tried to ignore the shouting and yelling in her house while trying to keep her attention on the stove. Trunks and the kids were playing in the living room. Roxy was already trying to fly, and Trunks was teaching her well. Pan could see the house plants blowing over from Roxy's energy being released.

"Hey babe," Pan poked her head around the corner and looked to Trunks. Roxy drifted to the ground with an ungraceful thud. "Would you mind doing that outside? You've already ruined my house plants."

"Sure," Trunks smiled at her, and turned back to Roxy. He picked her up and put her over his head, pretending like she was an airplane. "Roxy, you're flying!"

"Look mom!" she screamed as they swerved towards the front door. She held out her arms. "I'm a plane!"

Pan crossed her arms and leaned in the kitchen doorway as the two made their way outside. Her perfect family was finally back together. All of the past mistakes had been erased, and Trunks was back to being the best father and husband anyone could ask for. Pan wanted so desperately to hang on to this moment and never let it go. She looked towards the floor and watched as Zita danced along with her cartoon. She was bouncing up and down, holding steadily to her sippy cup.

Laughing to herself, Pan started back up on breakfast.

After another twenty minutes of cooking, a loud and cheerful breakfast, Pan was seated in the living room alone, watching tv and doing crossword puzzles. Zita was fast asleep on the floor with her Elmo, Roxy and Trunks was passed out on Roxy's bedroom floor. The house was peaceful, at last. It had taken forever, and weeks of couples theropy, but life was finally in its place. Trunks had proposed again on the last day of theropy, and Pan had gladly accepted.

As different as everything was now-a-days, it felt better. There were no more secrets, no lies, no gaps between the two, and they hadn't fought once for over a month. But something had been eating at Pan for a little over a week. Something she wasn't able to put her finger on.

During the first week or so of Trunks and Pan trying to work things out, Gohan had called and apalogized. He even sat down with Trunks and made peace. Same went for Goten and her mother. But Pan hadn't heard from someone in a long time. No obsene texts, no messages, no letters or calls. Nothing. Marron had not tried to contact Trunks in any way. As much of a relief it was, it still bothered Pan. There was no reason behind this.

She didn't want to say anything to Trunks. They had both desided to leave everything in the past, and pretend like it never happened. As hard as it was for her, she agreed. And it made things easy on them. Some days, she didn't even think about it.

Pan continued to scribble into her book and ignored the television blaring. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and nibbled on the tip of her pencil, trying to figure out a word. She was completely oblivious to the current events that were being screamed into the t.v., until she heard the one name that has been crossing her mind often lately. Her head shot up from her book when Marron's name was being shouted into a microphone.

Sure enough, there was Marron trying to get through a crowd of people. She looked troubled, and different. Her hair was tucked under her hat, she was wearing baggy clothes, and big sunglasses. Pan set her book down and turned the volume up and watched closely. Microphones were being shoved into Marron's direction, and her hand was over her face in an attempt to be invisible. That was clearly not working.

"Ms. Chestnut, is it true?"

"Marron, how do you feel about his recent engagment to Pan Son?"
They pronounced Pan's name like it was a disease.

What?

The camera changed direction, and was now focused on a female reporter, "We've just gotten an inside tip that Marron Chestnut is, indeed, pregnant with none other than Trunks Briefs' baby." She turned and pointed to Marron who was fumbling for her car keys in her purse. "Get a close up," the reporter whispered. The camera shot down to Marron's stomach, which was bigger than usual.

Pan's mouth was slightly agape as she stared at the screen before her. Marron was pregnant, with Trunks' child.

There was a lump in Pan's throat, and tears brimming the corners of her eyes. As if she hadn't caused enough problems, she was pulling something like this? There was no way that was Trunks' baby. Pan was snapped from her thoats when she heard foot steps from the staircase. She hurried and shut the television off, and looked towards the stairs. her amrs were crossed over her chest as she stared into the tired eyes of a soon to be dead man.

Trunks stretched his arms and yawned, not able to register that Pan was shooting him death glares. That is, until he got to the edge of ths couch.

"Pan, are you okay?" he asked.

Pan swallowed hard, "No, Trunks, I'm not okay."

Trunks stood infront of the couch, completely unaware of the situation, "Why?"

Pan took in a deep breath and stood two inches away from him, her arms never leaving her chest, "I'm going to ask you a question, Trunks, and I want to know the answer. The honest, truthful, answer."

Trunks' look of concern was faultered into worry as he nodded.

"When you and Marron had sex, did you use a condom?"

Omg, I'm soooo sorry that took so long.

I have major writers block.

I was hard to write this and I'm sorry that it's rushed. Life has gotten so busy!

Hope you can forgive me.

Lady Loser.