A/N:

Muahahahaha. So, I made everyone wait forever, and I'm sorry. But I've seriously been crammed with work and bills, it's all crazy. Stay young, because being an adult sucks. Seriously. Anywho, I just wanted everyone to know that this will be my very last chapter... Maybe. More than likely it will be, but there is a chance I might add a little epilogue in a few weeks or so. :)

And just so everyone knows, my upsates for my other stories will be taking a while, seeing as how my life is such a mess.

On with the story...!

Vegeta smirked at his son, his pride high and well in his dark eyes. He was staring at his son, words tip toeing to the tip of his tongue. Everyone was growing aggrivated, knowing that Vegeta was enjoying every second of this. The suspense was agonizing, but almost nessicary for a situation such as this one.

Marron was getting to her feet, her eyes avoiding everyone. It's time to reveal whether or not her biggest mistake was going to follow her to her death bed, or if it was something that could be forgotten. She would not give up her child, even if it turned out to be Trunks' baby. But it would break her heart, and many of those around her. Including the one man she had found herself smitten with.

Trunks looked down at Pan, her smile clearly fake and her eyes flooding with ounces of worry. He could feel her grip tightening on his hands. Though he was much bigger and stronger than Pan, he couldn't feel the tips of his fingers under the pressure of her grip. Trunks used his free hand to pull her closer to himself and whispered that everything was going to be okay. It seemed to loosen her up a little bit, but not as much as he would have liked. He, too, was worried, but he learned that all he could do was hope for the best. These past eight months have dragged on for what seemed like years. And today was the day he learned what the fate of himself and his relationship would be.

Bulma clenched her fists, but Bra beat her to the punch line, "Quit trying to play the role of dramatic effect, dad. Tell us the fucking name!"

Vegeta snapped out of his daze and stomped his foot, glaring at his daughter, "You watch your mouth!" He growled and turned his back, crossing his arms of his chest. "If you would like to hear the answer then you will show some respect to your father."

"Give us the damn answer!" both Bulma and Eighteen shouted in unision.

Vegeta's face turned tomato red, but he bit down on his own tongue, "Fine!" Vegeta motioned toward Uub and Trunks, telling them to both some a little closer. As the two did so, Vegeta gave his son a look. One that no one standing outside had seen before. "Trunks, you made a huge mistake, what you did to Pan. What you did has gotten the family name thrown to the dogs, and I've had to watch your mother fight off reporters everyday. It is a disgrace knowing that you were capable of doing such harm without violence, and I never want to see or hear of an act such as that one again. Am I understood?"

Trunks nodded, his face turning a light shade of pink from embarassment.

"Very well, then," Vegeta dropped his hands to his side. "You'll be glad to know that you're safe, and that I could not feel any of your energy signal in Marron's womb. Uub is clearly the father."

As weak as Marron was, she found the strength to jump back into the arms of her loved one, screaming and crying with joy. Looks of relief fell upon every face that had shown that day. Congradulations were passed around, tears were shed, and kisses were thrown left and right. Krillen and Eighteen found it to be the right time to make meet and greet with Uub's family, making plans for the baby and holidays.

Trunks and Pan sat down with Marron and Uub, helping them pick out names. The day began to calm down, and the excitment tugged away at Marron's enegry.

"I think it's time for us to get home," Uub said, folding the baby book and sticking it in his back pocket.

"Yeah, I'm a bit tired myself," Marron put her head against Uub's chest.

"You're right," Pan stretched and fell into the arms of her loved one, and she smiled up to him. "We should get home, too."

Trunks nodded and swept Pan off her feet, and kissed her forehead, "We'll see you guys later!" Trunks shouted to everyone, making his way towards the door. The whole family waved in their direction, bidding their farewells. Uub and Marron weren't too far behind.

Bulma smiled once the door shut and the two young couples were gone, then looked over to her husband, "So, when do you think Pan is going to find out?"

Vegeta pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning on and thought for a second, "I'd give it another month before she notices."

"Oh, alright," Bulma said, and turned back to the remaining guests.

TWO MONTHS LATER

"Pan, we already know the answer," Trunks groaned. "Is this seriously necissary?

Pan stomped her left foot and clenched her fists, "Of course it's necissary, Trunks!"

People from around the small drug store looked over in the couple's direction, stopping to watch the scene, much to Pan's dismay.

"What are you all staring at?" Pan shouted. "Mind your business!"

Trunks grabbed Pan and covered her mouth, "Pan, stop! You're going to get us kicked out."

She elbowed him in his gut and broke free of his grip, "Whatever. I can't believe I have to go through this all over again."

This time, Trunks kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to bring up how this happened or why it happened. It would only fuel her anger, and he was in no rush to get removed from another store because of her attitude. He watched silently as Pan grabbed numorous boxes from the shelf and put them in her shopping basket. People gave confused glances, but quickly turned away. They, too, weren't eager for another show.

Pan continued grabbing boxes, filling up her basket within seconds. She even stuffed a few boxes of condoms in the basket. Trunks' face turned red with embarassment. The people at the register were going to think that he was a nympho maniac or something. Before Pan noticed, Trunks began to tiptoe away from the isle, and towards the exit. He didn't get far before Pan was yelling for him to stop running away.

"This is your fault!" she shouted.

This time, an elderly woman whom was obviously an employee stopped and looked at Pan, "Listen here, little missy, you need to calm down or leave the store immediately."

Trunks began to panic.

Oh no.

Pan slowly turned her direction towards the elderly woman, "What did you say?" She spoke the words slowly, and monotoned. Her voice was revealing pure warning for this woman to back away.

But the woman didn't back down, "You are disturbing everyone in the store, so I suggest you be quiet or I will not hesitate to call the cops. Am I clear?"

Pan's eyes were now thin slits, glaring deathly daggers through the ignorant woman. She turned her body towards the lady, and unleashed what she had mentally warned the woman about, "Mind your business, hag! Unless you want me to rip every one of those frizzy grey hairs out of your head and shove them up your pruned ass then I suggest you shut up, and get away from me!"

The elderly woman scurried off, her wrinkled face as white as fresh printer paper. Trunks stood a few feet back, horrified. He knew that this was going to be on the news within twenty four hours, seeing as how he could hear the clicking of cameras and people were recording everything with their cell phones. It sucked to be in the public eye. Especially when your fiance was going nuts in a public drug store.

Trunks quickly pushed Pan to the register, paid for the many items she stuffed in her basket, and ran out of the store. He didn't wait for Pan, just picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He didn't even bother getting in the car. Instead, he took flight towards home. Of course, he instantly regretted doing so. Now he was going to see himself on the news as the freak CEO of C.C. flying. Great.

"You know, I can fly myself," Pan sneered.

"You're too slow," Trunks retorted. "And the last thing the media needs to know is that you can fly as well."

"Oh, like I give a fuck what the media says!" Pan screamed, giving one good smack to the back of Trunks' head. "This is all your fault that we're in this situation! You horny, careless jerk!"

"Yeah," Trunks laughed. "And I forced your legs open, didn't I?"

Silence.

Finally.

Once the couple arrived home, Pan quickly snatched her shopping bag from Trunks' grasp, grabbed a plastic cup from the kitchen, and made a mad dash towards the bathroom. Trunks sighed and sat down on the cold leather couch and put his head back to relax. When he heard the bathroom door open, he looked up. Pan couldn't have done it that fast. Before he could question, a box of condoms made connection with his face.

"Ow!" Trunks growled, a hand covering his face. "Pan, what was that for?!"

"Next time... USE ONE!" She screamed. Back in the bathroom she went.

SLAM!

Trunks stuck his tongue out at the spot where Pan was once standing and crossed his arms over his chest. He glanced up at the clock and smiled a bit. Two more hours until the kids got home. Gohan and Videl took them to Chuck 'e' Cheese for the day. Thank Dende for it, the girls would be scared shitless by now. Pan's moodswings here lately were getting crazy. It happened both times when she was pregnant with Roxy and Zita. It had never gotten this bad, though.

They started about a month after Marron's baby was born. (Uub and Marron had desided to name him Zachary) Then, Pan missed her period. She blew it off, saying that it happens to women who are under alot of stress. Well, two weeks ago, she missed another one and began to worry. The mood swings, the missing periods, the munchies - They all added up. Pan nearly had a heart attack at the thought of going through labor again. Trunks shrugged it off and looked down to the floor where the box of condoms had landed.

He examined the box and raised his eyebrows at the Trojans, "Hmm, Twisted Pleasure?" He pulled one out of the box and looked at the wrapper. Looking around, he ripped it open and began playing with the lime green colored condom. He laughed, feeling like he was back in fifth grade. That's when he noticed the size. "Does she really think these are going to fit?"

Trunks was interupted from his thoughts when the bathroom door swung open, and there stood Pan with the test in her hands. She made her way down the hall, and set the test on the entertainment center and set a timer for two minutes before taking a seat next to Trunks, "Are you playing with the condoms?"

A shade of pink graced his cheeks, "Yeah. I haven't used one in awhile..."

"So I've noticed," Pan leaned on him and smacked the condom from his hands. "Trunks, I don't want to be pregnant again."

Trunks wrapped his arms around Pan, annoyed with the lubrication that was stuck to his fingers, "We'll be alright, Pan. Everything will be fine. Even if you are pregnant, there isn't one bad thing about it." He tried comforting her.

Pan lifted her head and raised her eyebrows at Trunks' last statement, "Is that so, Mr.Briefs? Have you ever been through labor?"

Trunks laughed nervously, "Well, not exactly - Erm, no. But I could only imagine-"

"Ha!" Pan laughed. "Trust me, labor is one pain that no male nor female could even begin to imagine."

Trunks pulled Pan onto his lap, "Put it this way, Pan. I'm always going to be here, for better or worse. We're a family, married or not." Trunks planted a kiss on Pan's forehead. "Another baby can only bring us closer."

Pan smiled, nodding her head in agreement, "I guess you're right. Sorry about my crazy mood swings."

"I think I should start getting used to those again," That one earned a smack in the back of his head. He laughed, "But there is one good thing about you being pregnant."

"Really?" Pan was confused. "What's that?"

"Besides the fact that you get sex crazy all the time," Trunks' eyes shifted to Pan's chest. "They come back."

"You perv!" Pan jumped off Trunks' lap and crossed her arms over her chest. "So are you saying I'm flatchested when I'm not pregnant?"

Trunks recovered from his shock and stumbled over his words, "W-what? No! That's not what I meant at all, Pan! I swear! I just meant that -"

Ding.

Trunks stopped in mid sentance and looked over the the pregnacy test that was sitting next to the TV.

"Does that mean it's done?" Trunks asked.

Pan nodded, "Mhmm." She looked at Trunks one last time before walking towards the test, and plucking it from it's spot on the entertainment center. At first, her eyes were closed and her head was turned away from the pink and white stick of fate. She gave a pleading look to Trunks before he gestured his hand for her to look.

And she did so.

She stood there, her face emotionless and stern, giving away no answer for Trunks to read, "Well? Are you?"

Pan set the stick back down, looked at Trunks, and gave a nod, "Yeah. I'm pregnant."

The End.

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