Disclaimer: See chapter 1!

Authors Notes: From now on whenever I feel like writing and I can't think of anything else from any of my other stories, I'm continuing this. I'll think of it as my writers block eraser. Well here's the next chapter! It's shorter than the last but.oh well.

Summary: Vegeta and Pan have been having a lustfull affair behind their mate's backs. No love, just lust. They decided to end it because it wasn't good for them. A month later they wake up next to each other again.

Chapter 2: It's hard to hide guilt



Pan couldn't help but feel hurt at those words. He said it with such hatred and disgust.

1 Stay away from me

They echoed and repeated in her mind. She couldn't get it out, it stuck like gum on hair. The more you tried to pull it out, the worse it got.

"Pan-chan! I'm home!" Pan heard Trunks call from their front door.

She walked into the living room to be greeted by a very cheerful Trunks. She gracefully walked to him and he wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their lips met and each were enjoying each others' soft touches.

This isn't like Vegeta's kiss.warm and sensual and lustful at the same time. Sweet and tangy.What the fuck?! I'm comparing Vegeta with Trunks. Love and lust are two different things.

"Pan.are you okay?" Trunks asked full of concern.

"Uh.yeah I'm fine. Mind just drifted off a bit then.sorry." Pan replied nervously.

She pecked him on the cheek and ran into the kitchen to avoid further questioning. She leant against the cupboard doors and closed her eyes. The guilt was killing her. She couldn't tell Trunks though, that would be the worst thing to do. But she had to. If he truly loved her and she truly loved him she would tell him and he would forgive.but over time.

She opened the freezer door and pulled out a couple of ice cubes. She popped them into her mouth and walked back into the living room. Trunks was gone.

2 I should tell him now. No I shouldn't..wait yes I should. No.yes.ARGH!!!

Sweat began to form on her forehead and arm pits. Her stomach flipped, twisted and turned. She turned and ran for the bathroom.

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Trunks waited patiently outside the bathroom. He listened quietly at the heart wrenching sobs coming from inside the bathroom and the throwing up in between. His heart hurt to hear his mate like that, whatever was hurting her, he wanted to take it away and he wanted to take away all her problems in this world.

Soon the vomiting and sobs, just became small sobs and cries. Trunks didn't think he could take anymore. He lightly knocked on the door.

"Pan? Are you okay?" He asked softly.

"Trunks.I think I'm.I." Pan began, but she began to sob again.

Trunks opened the door slowly and peered in. She looked horrible. Her clothes were soaked with sweat and clung to her. Her hair was all messy, in clumps and matted down onto her forehead. She was as pale as a ghost and her eyes were bloodshot. She sat on the floor leaning against the toilet bowl. Her pale face was tear streaked.

"What's the matter?" Trunks asked full of concern as he rushed to her side.

"I..." She sobbed again.

Trunks held her and felt her clammy body shudder repeatedly. His heart broke. He wanted to torture whatever was hurting her this much. Pan's body soon stopped shuddering and she looked up at him. Instead of using words to tell him, she gently took his hand and placed it on her stomach. He understood.

"I'm.sorry." She said as she broke into another wave of tears.

"For what?" He looked at her gently.

"Isn't this a good thing, no, a great thing?" He asked curiously.

She shook her head violently, to say no. He wondered why it bothered her so much that she was pregnant. And why was she saying sorry? Perhaps she was scared?

"You don't have to be scared. I'm here. For you. Always." He comforted her gently as he held her and stroked her back softly.

"But." She started but he quieted her with a tender kiss.

"We'll tell the others when you're ready. Okay?"

Pan nodded slowly. Trunks looked at his mate thoughtfully. There was guilt and other emotions in her eyes. Was there something she was hiding?