Pan walked into work with a happy sigh and when she walked into the lab and Bulma smiled at her. "How was your time off?" she teased and Pan smiled for her. "Perfect," she replied easily. She and Trunks had spent the last few days in her home, an oasis away from their jobs and the city. They discussed how they would raise the child growing inside of her and Pan said to Bulma, "Ready to work today?"

Bulma arched a brow. "I'm not sure, it's rumored your resigning," Bulma snapped and Bulma reasoned with her. "I understand why you would resign, but really Pan I expected you to at least work through half of your pregnancy." Pan shook her head. "What are you talking about? I'm not resigning from anything!" she exclaimed and Bulma eyed her before producing a single sheet of paper. "You're sure?" she asked and Pan whisked the paper away from her and read over it.

To Whom it May Concern:

As of this week I will be putting in my two weeks notice so that I may spend time preparing for my upcoming marriage. I am truly sorry for any trouble that this may cause and will remain a beneficial factor throughout the Capsule Corporation. If needed, my contact information is as follows.

Pan crushed the paper in her hands and Bulma saw her eyes flash with anger. "Pan, " Bulma began and Pan's mouth blew smoke as she said, "I will take care of this now." Bulma said, "I'm sure he has the best intentions." Pan's neck cracked as she challenged, "He did this without my knowledge…" And Bulma said, "He only sent me the rough draft. He wishes for you to personalize it."

And Pan turned away to head over to his office. She fumed as she walked into the elevator and heard a voice say, "Son Pan?" Her hard eyes looked over at the man beside her and saw him nervously laugh. "Are you having a," he gulped, "bad day?" She snapped, "I am now." And he eased off of the elevator and she continued the ride upstairs.

When the doors opened she walked over to Trunks' secretary and she smiled for her until she could practically feel Pan's ki feel angered and dangerous. Pan forced a painful smile and asked, "Is he busy? I need to speak with him." The young woman stammered, "He, he was on a phone ca-call just a moment ago." Pan nodded and turned to his office and walked inside without another word.

Trunks' head rose at the sight of Pan at his doorway and watched as she slipped the door softly shut while he was still on his phone call. "Yes, yes, the next opening branch will open within the year. I was just at the location a few weeks ago to make sure all building plans were on track." He nodded and said, "Is there anything else? No, okay. Thank you." And he set the phone aside and smiled up at Pan, but he saw a smile upon her face that revealed she was perturbed.

"Is everything okay?" he pondered. She lifted the paper in her hand and said, "What is this?" She tried remaining calm and she tried to figure out why he would do something like this without her knowledge. He looked at the paper and knew what it was and said, "I thought you would have wanted to raise our child." She gaped at him and said, "And I can't work while I'm doing that?" He paused to see her anger and he arched a brow. "I merely wanted something for my child that my mother could not give me." Her eyes widened, "Like what?!"

He eased back and leaned back against his desk. "I wanted more time with her," he reasoned and she felt her anger spark more. "Your mother was always there for you," he said. "She was able to see you off to school and was able to provide time for you," he reasoned. "I want the same for ours." Pan shook her head. "I am going to continue to work," she challenged and a nerve in his jaw ticked. "What?"

Pan stood straight and said, "I will not quit my job just because I am pregnant, or married to you." And she said to him then, "You mother continued to work because she was the C.E.O. and owner of a fortune company. Moreover you should understand how she felt when she sacrificed her time for her family to come here and work day in and day out as your father has never worked." His eyes darkened and the past few days of happiness with her were thrown out as he said, "Do not speak ill of my father."

Pan threw the paper towards him and said, "I decline." And did not touch the topic another moment before she turned away and went to leave him.

But he followed after her, and his hand stopped the door she had opened, knocking it firmly shut once more. "You cannot decline, you will not work, and you will marry me, and you will take at least a leave of absence," he said firmly. "You just assumed I would marry you and quit my job just to birth you a child?!" she exclaimed. He sternly said, "It is not good for a pregnant woman to be working." Her eyes went wide and she said, "Just because I am pregnant with your child does not mean you get to start controlling my life!" He arched a brow, and countered, "Actually, I own your job. So yes, I can control it." And her shoulders rolled back and she shot a pointed finger at him. "No, you don't. Your mother does!" she yelled.

Trunks felt himself stiffen as she whipped away and went to leave his office without being dismissed. He stood and as he darted across the office, so quickly, so human eye could track him, she whipped around and faced him not backing down as he caged her against the office door. His fingers spidered the glass and Pan did not back down as she attacked him with her words, "Maybe you were right. You can't handle an actual relationship. It takes two people to marry Trunks," her head bowed for a moment, "I will not allow you to control me."

And with that she turned away, her bouncy hair whipping him in the face and she socked a solid hand into the door letting it break away and she exited his office. His secretary stood there stunned and Pan said, "Take it out of my check you heathen." And with that she flicked her pony tail over her shoulder and left him. His hands fell to his sides and he opened and closed them into rock hard fists. "Take my calls."