Trunks stretched in his old bed and then, the memories of last night invaded his mind. He groaned, felt his face was still swollen and his groin was tender, from Bura's attack. He sighed and rolled himself out of the bed and rummaged through his small office bag for a capsule of clothes. He looked over to the clock and saw it was already nearly ten a.m. and he dressed in merely jeans and a shirt, revealing he was too tired to care about his state of dress, plus they were more of the clothes that Pan had provided him.
He walked out of the room with a stretch and into the kitchen where he found his father drinking a cup of coffee and Vegeta reached another cup out to Trunks. Trunks nodded his thanks and walked through the living room where he could just barely hear his mother tinkering in her lab.
"Mom?" he called as he walked down the steps and found her frowning over paper work. He sipped at his coffee and pondered, "What are you working on?" She looked up, and over her glasses and leaned back into her chair. She shrugged, "Nothing much. Pan's records."
"Records?" She nodded and said, "She's been coming to see me for her yearly physicals since she was a teen, and now that we have this," she hooked a thumb at a piece of equipment, and said, "it's a lot easier. But her levels are off the charts, so I'm running another data entry and then it'll be finished." He walked over to her and leaned over, bracing himself at the edge of the desk as he looked over the papers.
"She was supposed to come over today to go over her physical with me," Bulma said. "But Gohan said she's still sleeping," she murmured. She looked over the paper work and Trunks asked, "Why did she ask for a physical?" Bulma made a face, plugged in another date entry, and then the printer went off and printed another set of papers, and she offered an answer, "She was feeling under the weather, I offered one." He nodded and eased off the desk and looked around the lab until he stopped as his mother gasped.
"That can't be right," she whispered. He went to her and his brow furrowed with worry. "What? What is it?" He saw his mother turn back to her computer, looking over Pan's hormone levels before back at the print out and then flipped up the front page. His mother murmured, "Well I'll be damned." His anxiety skyrocketed at his mother's words. He forced himself to remain calm as he watched her closely. "Well, she's pregnant," Bulma said as she looked over Pan's charts. Trunks' eyes widened, but he did his best to remain calm and collected. "What?" He rose from the table and looked over the papers with his mother. She nodded and double checked. "Yup, it's pretty recent she's only just seven weeks along," she said. "I wonder who the father is, after all, Bura said Pan's been pretty rowdy with her most recent man. Hm…do you know who he might be?" She continued to look over the charts and nodded, then said, "She's doing well, pretty healthy." He took a small step away and pulled his hands up counting. Bulma arched a brow at how quiet her son suddenly got. She looked at him and then her eyes widened seeing his eyes widen as his hands slowly dropped. "Trunks," she began. And he looked at her and nervously laughed as her jaw fell agape. "I…" She yelled, "You do know who the father is?!"
He asked in return, not offering an answer just yet, "What did she say about him?" Bulma arched a brow and thought. "Well, she said he's tall, with blue eyes, he's loaded and that Pan knew him before she slept with him. Always a plus for her." She thought and tapped her finger against her chin as she tucked the clipboard underneath her arm. "Oh! That she let him into her home which is a big no no in her book," then her brow furrowed, "come to think of it I'm surprised you haven't run into him with how much you've been over…at…her…place…"
He nervously smiled and she screamed, "Trunks Briefs!" She chucked the clipboard at her son and he barely dodged it, throwing his arms up to cover his head. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" she exclaimed. She smacked her hands into his chest and then she gasped. "Omigod! She doesn't even know! You know before she does! What have I done?!" And then she gaped like a fish. "And you don't know!" she exclaimed. He frowned. "Know what?" Bulma shook her head and repeated, "You don't know, how hard it is for her to get pregnant!" His eyes widened and a thought struck him, it was one of the reasons why her husband had left her.