PAN yawned and looked at the clock beside her bed. Eleven a.m. and someone was banging on her front door. She threw her legs over and sat up grumbling as she eased up and off of her bed and walked down her hallway and to the front door as the doorbell began chiming. She threw the door open, almost taking it off the hinges. "What do you want?!" she yelled. Bulma jumped and Pan blinked blankly at her. She frowned, "Bulma?" And then her eyes narrowed seeing Trunks. "Trunks," she groused as Bulma walked into her home as did he. She slipped the door shut and crossed her arms across her chest. "Do you both have any idea what time it is?" she asked and then her eyes widened at the sight of Trunks standing in his disheveled shirt. "Why are you wearing those clothes?"

Trunks' patience was wearing thin, and he snapped, "I haven't slept much, and," he paused then roughly admitted, "You bought me soft shirts, they're comfortable." She gulped, and blushed madly when Bulma said, "She bought you clothes?! You don't even let me buy you clothes anymore!" Pan eased away from her door with a sigh, "Please come inside."

They walked into her home and over to her living room. Pan's wide eyes softened and she took a seat on her couch and said, "I'm sorry. Why exactly are you two here?" Trunks frowned at her and then slammed himself down into the loveseat across from her. His hands rested on his knees and he snapped, "I'll allow my mother to tell you." Bulma shook her head and said, "No, you need to tell her." Pan frowned and shook her head, "Trunks if you're angry with me for kicking you out you both need to leave. I don't have time for this."

Bulma gawked at her for her sudden rudeness. She crossed her arms and looked at Trunks. "What did you do?" Pan's brow furrowed and then her jaw fell slack. "You know?! How do you know?" He sat there stunned and shook his head. He rubbed his eyes and could only imagine how he looked. His hair was a mess, he was sitting before her in his eyes blood shot and he had a slight stubble beginning to grow along his jawline, he dropped his hands and Pan's brow wrinkled with worry. "Trunks…?" Whatever anger or hurt she had felt only hours earlier or even moment's ago, was nothing to the sudden worry she felt for him. And she rose from where she sat and eased over to him, she leaned down onto her knees and looked at him.

"Trunks what is wrong?" she asked softly. His heart stopped at her worry her concern and he sighed, resting his elbows onto his knees before he covered his face with his hands and then rubbed them down his face. He merely scoffed and shook his head. His eyes looked at his mother and he sighed. "First, I have to come clean. I came here, and you denied me, so I went to visit Bura and my mother," he covered his face and Pan took in a sharp breath at his admission. "So, you had to come with your mother," she began, "to confess that to me…?"

Pan jumped when his hands snapped around her shoulders and shook her, "NO! No," he exclaimed and he saw his mother blushing madly. And then he remembered why he was there. His hands loosened on her and Pan's head tilted up at him and she asked, "Then what is it?"

"I went to my mother's to blow off some steam and she was reviewing your charts from your physical so we reviewed them and-," he said and Pan asked, "Why would you be looking at them?"

"I don't know!" he snapped. She jumped again and nodded, "Okay-"

"What I'm trying to say is that you're," he gulped, and looked at her. She had no idea. She looked so patient, so calm, and here he was frazzled his nerves were shot and he cupped her face. With no sleep he felt as if he were going to tear up and yell at her again. Her hands covered his, "Yes?"

"You're pregnant," he said softly. He felt her change. "What?" She stiffened, and she stared at him, and then pulled her face away to look at Bulma who was nodding. "What?" she asked again. And she shot up and Trunks stiffened as she stood before him and turned to his mother. "What?"

"Yes," Bulma said. "No," Pan whispered and then Bulma nodded, "Yes."

"No," she turned back to Trunks and demanded, "I'm pregnant? You mean there's a little person in me?" Pan asked. "That little person is the size of bean," Bulma said. Pan felt tears well in her eyes and she couldn't stop them from falling. "I'm pregnant." Trunks stared at her as she cupped her still flat stomach and then she paused as her eyes rose to look at him, she gasped. "I'm pregnant with your kid! You," she touched her face, "we, omigoodness. We're pregnant!" she yelled. She went to him and touched his face, "I'm sorry!" He shook his head. "Are you okay…?" She fell to her knees before him once more and she smiled, "Yes. I'm okay, well, I'm not okay…? Am I okay?" She looked at Bulma and the aqua-haired woman nodded. "Yes, you're okay."

Pan took in a deep breath and said, "Trunks I'm sorry." He stared down at her and he paused before his eyes looked up at his mother and back down at Pan. "What for?" Pan's brow furrowed. "Are you okay?" she asked, she pressed her hand to his forehead and he caught her hand, irritated. "Why wouldn't I be?" he groused. "Well, I'm pregnant, with your child. Do you have any feelings at all about it?" Pan asked softly. Bulma watched her son roll his shoulders and look away from her, he pulled her hands away from his face and said, "After your ex-husband…I don't know how to feel about it." Pan eased away, looked at Bulma, and then laughed nervously. "Oh…I thought, well, never mind…" She moved away from him and said, "You're exhausted, you should go home."

"But Pan," Bulma began and Pan shook her head. "It's fine, it's okay. I," she felt emotion well out of her and she did her best to conceal her excitement, "I'm okay no worries. If Trunks doesn't want to eh, be a father, that's fine. I'm okay by myself." Trunks merely sat there and numbly stood up and as Pan walked to her front door to tell them to leave he followed after her. He pressed his hand against the door preventing her from opening it.

"If you think that I will not be a part of this child's life you're poorly mistaken," he growled. Pan's wide eyes blinked at him. "I merely thought-" she began. "That I felt sorry for you? Bad because he left you? No," he stated firmly, "that is my child growing inside of you and you are the first woman I know who hasn't lied to me about a false pregnancy or a child that isn't mine." Pan blushed in her embarrassment, she had offended him. She gulped and wrung her hands together, and murmured, "I'm sorry for doubting you."

He blinked and knew he was on edge due to no sleep and the sudden realization that he had gotten Pan pregnant. But damn it to hell if he didn't make her realize that he did in fact care about her. "Mother," he began, "you need to leave. And I will not be in at work for the next few days, neither will she." Pan gaped and Bulma smiled warmly as she eased over to the door and Trunks caught Pan and pulled her away as his mother went to leave. But before she slipped away she said, "Just know, a woman's body can handle anything. You know who your father is…" Trunks eyed her and pressed the door shut. Pan stared at him and he said, "Now, we are going to your bed," he listed, "and I am going to sleep next to you and when I get up you better still be here." Pan slowly nodded and said, "I live here. Where else am I going to go?"

"Enough!" She jumped and her wide eyes softened. Until her brow furrowed at the noise of something outside. "Do you hear that?" she pondered as she walked to her front door and slowly eased it open.

"BULMA get out of the way," Gohan ordered while Goku stood behind him, and she shook her head, crossing her arms across her chest. "Try and make me," she snapped. And just as Gohan touched Bulma's arm, his hand was smacked away. Bulma's eyes widened for a moment before she smiled at the sight of Vegeta's back facing her. She smiled and stuck her tongue out at Gohan. His eyes narrowed and he reached for Vegeta, saying, "I stepped aside when it came to your son, I will not do it this time." Vegeta eyed him and Bulma's eyes frowned. "What?" She looked at Gohan and Goku and realized something.

She eased out from behind Vegeta and stormed right over to Goku. Vegeta felt his stomach curl at her actions. She brought a hand up and caught Goku's ear. "You knew and you didn't tell me?!" she yelled and he winced. Gohan went to snap at her until she caught his ear too and yanked, his eyes went wide and she hissed, "You both knew, and didn't tell me." Gohan begged her, "Bulma, please, let go~o~o!" Bulma pinched harder, and forewarned, "If either of you ruin what is going on in there I will ruin the both of you, got it?!" They weakly nodded. She released them and Videl and Chichi made their presences known as Videl dropped Chichi. "What is going on?" Videl asked and Chichi's eyes widened when Pan's door slowly opened and she rushed the young woman.

Everyone went quiet as Chichi went to her. "Pan?!" she whispered, her hands cupped her face and she looked her over, "Where were you this morning, you never miss gardening with me!" Pan smiled for her and felt her heart ache, she murmured, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry. I was," she paused and her tears burnt her eyes, "it doesn't matter." A hand touched her shoulder and Pan smiled back at Trunks. "I was a little busy," she reasoned.

Pan smiled for them, and said, "If you don't mind, Trunks and I were enjoying our day off, together, alone," she added as his hand touched hers and hers squeezed his. She wasn't ready to tell them the news. She wanted to cherish it with him and she said, "If you guys don't mind. We would like to go back inside…" And with that she turned away and pulled Trunks with her and hauled him into her home. She sighed when she closed the door and rolled the bolt in place.