Pan knocked on the door before her and when her father opened the door his eyes widened at the sight of her. She looked, well, terrible. And he stepped aside and forced a smile for her. "Honey, how are you?"
"Tired," she complained as she stepped into his home and her mother's home cooking made her stomach turn. She was in the time where she was experiencing morning sickness. What people didn't tell you though was that morning sickness was poorly named because it would hit a pregnant woman whenever. She followed her father further into the house and eased over to the dining table and her mother saw her and she watched her mother's eyes widen.
"Pan! You look terrible!" she exclaimed and Pan raised her hand. "I'm fine, really, I just came to talk to dad for a bit." Gohan's brow furrowed and Pan said, "Can we speak in your study?" Gohan knew it was important if Pan did not want her mother to hear and so he motioned her to follow him and Pan lifted her up from the chair and walked after him. When they reached his quiet office space, and he shut the door he asked, "Is this about Trunks?"
Her eyes closed and she touched her stomach and braced herself. "Daddy, I'm pregnant," she said softly and Gohan felt his heart drop. He felt anger for a moment, that Trunks would have gotten his only daughter pregnant and then he saw the worry in his daughter's eyes when she reopened them. She was frightened by what he may say, and he sighed as he reached for her. He pulled her close and he knew then that she was scared, and for some reason she was alone. It was rare for her to come to him and Pan felt her eyes fill with tears.
"Where is he?" Pan cried and held onto her father and said, "I was upset with him, and I said so many wrong things…and, and, he had a woman in his home…and I just, I'm lonely and I'm feeling miserable!" Her words were garbled, but he understood every one of them and he pulled away as his anger sparked. "Trunks had another woman?" Pan nodded, but shook her head after. "Bura already told me that she works for him, I misinterpreted, but I don't even know how to speak to him…or what to say…and, we fought over petty stuff."
Gohan asked, "How long have you been away from him?" She wiped her face and said, "It's been three weeks." His eyes widened. Almost a month, a month?! He forced himself to take in a deep breath and he said with a small smile. "Well, for now, stay here with us. You don't need to be alone tonight. Go wash up so your mother doesn't worry," he reasoned. Pan smiled for him. Her father always knew what to say to make her feel better. And the turned away and left his office and Gohan sighed heavily when she left.
He walked over to his desk and stared down at the phone, before he picked it up and dialed a number. This was going to be a conversation that would test him. A voice called out to him, "Hello?" Gohan took a seat and asked, "Trunks, I only need to know one thing." Trunks arched a brow at the sound of Gohan's voice. He knew by the tone of it, Gohan knew Pan was pregnant. "Very well," he said. Gohan pushed his glasses upon the top of his head and he said, "I know my daughter can be stubborn, but I need to know, are you going to leave her alone during this time?" He paused and when Gohan heard no response he added darkly, "Because no money in the world will take that child away from her, and I will never allow you to set eyes upon it." Trunks felt himself shudder at Gohan's threat and he gulped. "Am I clear?" Trunks stammered out, "Y-Yes." Gohan felt a smile curl his lips then as he said, "Then you need to fix this and be the man she thought you were. Or so help you, I will sick your father on you."
And with that he set the phone down.
Trunks heard the click from the other side and his heart had officially stopped. He closed his phone and looked up at his mother and her worried look bore into him. "Are you okay?" she asked and he took in a deep breath and gulped, "Gohan just threatened me." Her eyes widened and he heard his father call, "Then you royally fucked up. It's really hard to piss him off." Vegeta poked his head into the kitchen and he asked, "What did you do?"
Trunks felt his heart stop as he remembered what his own father had said. He will marry you… And then he saw his father's expression darken and Trunks didn't answer soon enough. Vegeta walked further into the kitchen and Trunks gulped once more. "Dad," he began as he held up his hands and Vegeta clasped the post of the chair behind Trunks and reeled him to lean back. "What. Did. You. Do?" he demanded.
Trunks held his hands up and smiled nervously. "We got in a fight, we haven't made amends," he reasoned. "That's all…!" Bulma eyed him, "Is that why you haven't been around her for weeks?" Vegeta's eyes went wider, "You mean to tell me you haven't seen Pan for weeks?!" Trunks bit his tongue and then his father slammed his chair back down to the floor and Vegeta caught the collar of his son's shirt and hauled him over to Bulma and pointed at her. "Call, Kakkarot, NOW!" She jumped and fumbled with her phone and Trunks' grasped his father's forearm and braced himself.
"Chichi? Hi, could you possible, eh, send Goku our way? Vegeta wants to talk to him, yeah? Thanks," Bulma said with a nervous smile. And suddenly Goku appeared beside Vegeta and he smiled. "What's up guys." Vegeta's expression darkened and he caught Goku's arm and said, "Your son's home, Gohan, we need to go there now." Goku shuddered at the look in Vegeta's eyes and he listened and Bulma exclaimed, "Not without me you don't!" Trunks struggled to get away from his dad until all too quickly they were standing in Gohan's kitchen and Videl screamed while Pan's hair flew up in surprise.
"AHGKKK!" Videl screamed and Gohan jumped with shock before his shock was replaced with anger when he saw Trunks. "Trunks," he began and Vegeta stopped him. "No Gohan, this is between your daughter and my son, you will not interfere." And as Gohan went to get closer to Trunks, Vegeta shoved an open hand into his face knocking him away. "Vegeta!" Bulma exclaimed.
Vegeta dragged his frazzled son to the dining table and slammed him down into a chair across from Pan and her hair finally fell into place. "Fix it. now," he ordered. "It's not that simple," Trunks began and Pan rose from her seat and touched Vegeta's arm. "Vegeta," she began with a sad smile. "Please, it's alright." He shook his head and growled, "I may have left him behind, and not been there, but I'll be damned if he makes the choice to be away from you. He will not leave you alone as I did to Bulma." Pan's eyes widened as did Trunks' and Pan felt tears begin to fall from her eyes and she reasoned with Vegeta, "Please," she whispered. "It really was my fault. There was no…communication…and I said such hateful things." She hiccupped back a sob and excused, "I'm sorry, it's the hormones…" Trunks felt her words chip away at his heart. He had been so busy in his pride and wrapped up in his own petty pain to realize that he should have known Pan would blame herself.
And she looked terrible, but as she wiped away her tears, she joked weakly, "And really I didn't know that pregnancy would be so difficult, and exhausting. He was right to think that I should leave work." And her mother yelled, "You're pregnant?!" Pan jumped and Videl whisked over to her pushing Vegeta out of the way as she looked over her daughter. "That's why you've been sick every day?!" Pan stiffened and smiled weakly. "Yes." Videl cupped her daughter's face and she said the one thing that made everything feel better. "What a lucky child!" Pan's eyes blinked at her and Videl looked back at Vegeta and Bulma and then over at Gohan. "We're going to be grandparents, all of us!"
Trunks heard her words and then he asked, "Pan, I need to speak with you privately." Pan gulped and looked down at him with wide eyes. He eased his father's hand off of his collar and reached for her. She stared at his outstretched hand and swallowed hard before she took his hand and he pulled her with him to step outside. "Excuse us," he called over his shoulder.
They stepped out onto the back porch and Pan slipped her hand away from his and stared at the broad expansion of his back before he said, "I'm sorry…" It was a whisper and Pan shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. You were right," she said and Trunks shook his head and looked at her. "It doesn't matter if I was right or wrong, I purposely hurt you," he groused and he ran his hands through his hair and sighed and Pan noticed then that he looked frazzled and rough and he sank into a chair beside him, and she stepped up to him. Trunks stiffened as she curled her arms around him and she held him to her. Her head lowered and she pressed her lips to the top of his head.
Trunks did not remember the last time he had been held like this. Not since his father had held him during Majin Buu. He felt tears burn his eyes and then Pan took his hand and forced him to cup her stomach. He could feel the heartbeat pounding through his hand and she whispered, "Forgive me." He turned his face into her and rubbed it against her and said gently, "I left you alone." He lifted his head to look up at her and she smiled so sweetly that he heart felt as if it were going to burst. "I missed you," she admitted as she leaned her head down and kissed his lips.
He said against her lips, "Gem means nothing to me." Pan smiled and said, "I know. She told me. She called me after I left." His eyes widened and he pulled away. "Then why-"
"It doesn't matter," she said as she kissed him again. His lips met hers above him and his hands reached up to cup the back of her head, holding her to him. And then they felt eyes on them. Trunks pulled away and Pan looked over and saw her furious father and Bulma and Videl's smiling faced looking at them through the glass window of the door and then Trunks felt himself stiffen at the sight of his father. Vegeta's eyes were glossy, and hard, reminding him of what may happen if Trunks were to walk away from Pan again. Pan's hand caught Trunks' hand and she said, "Come home with me."