A/N: I wrote this story a little over two years ago and I still haven't come up with an ending…hmm…I should've kept it on my other account…oh well, a little too late for regrets, right?

Antics of Love

Chapter 11

About 8 months later…

Goten, as acting vice president of Capsule Corp. had earned enough money with in the first week to buy a house just the right distance away from both their parents but not too far away. Pan and Bura are in their third trimester together and their mates, well their mates are alive to say the least.
"Bulma, do you need any help?" Pan asked as she walked into the kitchen.
"Oh dear you look like hell." Bulma noted.
"I'm sure you looked the same after waking up just to puke up your dinner." Pan said sarcastically as she took a seat on the barstool across from Bulma.
"You haven't even gotten to the hard part yet." Bulma smirked.
"Woman! Where's my food?" Vegeta demanded as he entered the kitchen.
"You're going to have to wait. I'm cooking for three sayians here, one of which is 8 months pregnant the other one has all the symptoms of being pregnant, and you who is just stubborn." Bulma bitched.
"I said I'd help you." Pan offered weakly with a yawn.
"No, you need to go lay down on the couch." Bulma demanded.
Pan was about to protest when she felt nauseated again, "Maybe that would be a good thing." She said before leaving the room.
"Hi Pan!" Goten said cheerfully.
"Don't talk right now." Pan said grumpily as she walked right past him.
"Oh Pan, wait up." Bura requested groggily.
"Hey man." Goten announced as he held up a little pink bottle.
"Yup." Trunks staggered as he basically chugged the contents of his own bottle.
"Thank Kami their pregnancy is almost over." Goten said relieved.
"Tell me about, the midnight snacks, morning sickness, and grouchiness is really getting to me and Pan's even worse!" Trunks said as they entered the kitchen.
"Trunks, you have a phone call." Bulma said as she handed the phone to her son.
"Hello?….yeah….I can't…..my fiancée is 8 months pregnant, that's why….I understand that….but….yes…..fine….I'll be there….fine, I'll tell him." Trunks hung up the phone a little harder than he intended to.
"Did you really have to break the phone?" Bulma asked a bit taken.
"Goten, we have to fly to the States for an important meeting with that new company that we've been interested in for the past 6 months."
"That's great!" Goten said happily.
"No!!! You guys are not! I repeat you are not leaving us like this!" Pan yelled from the living room.
"Yeah! What Pan said!" Bura yelled.
"Damn, maybe we should go talk to them." Goten suggested.
"Yeah, you're right." Trunks agreed.
"I don't see you moving." Goten noticed as he stared straight ahead afraid to move.
"I don't see you moving either." Trunks said getting agitated.
"On the count of 3."
"Just go!" Vegeta snapped.
"You go!" Trunks snapped back. After his words set in his head, he figured that he'd much rather take his chances with Pan.

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"Do you really have to go? What if the baby is born and your still in the States?" Pan pouted.
"I'll only be gone for two weeks."
"One."
"Two."
"One."
"One and half."
"One."
"Fine, one week." Trunks caved as he continued to pack his things in his suitcase.

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"Why!" Bura yelled. They returned home so that Goten could pack his things.
"Because, this new company is Capsule Corp.'s competition, we can either merge or be out of a job. Then Trunks, Pan, you and I can raise our families on the streets." Goten answered with a slight smirk.
"Fine, but you're not going to be gone for 2 weeks! I don't think I'll be able to hold it in for that long."
"You can stay at your parents' and keep Pan company, and we're only a thought away from each other if that were to happen."

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"So, how long are you allowed to be gone for?" Goten asked Trunks as they met in the lobby of the airport.
"One week, you?" Trunks replied.
"Same, but if the baby decides to pop out, then I have to be back at that very moment."
"Babies just don't pop out." Trunks smirked.
"Now boarding flight 301." A mechanical voice announced over the loud speakers.
"Alright," Trunks began as he knelt down to Pan belly. "Don't you come out till I get back, k?" with that he gave the unborn child a kiss. "I love you Pan." He said as kissed her softly on the lips.
"One week." Pan said softly.
"One week." Trunks repeated before he and Goten boarded the plane.


A/N: That the end of this chapter. Sorry if it's not what you excepted, you'd think after a few weeks, maybe months, I'd be able to write something better. I promise next chapter will be better, Marron's in it. I promise the plot WILL THICKEN!!!
Until next time….I'm outty!