Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of it's characters and sadly, I'm not making any money for writing this.

Author's Note: Hey all! Yay! I updated this really quickly, huh? Yeah, you guys can thank Winged Angel for that. I held up my end of the deal. *grins* Ok, I know the ending of the last chapter was extremely predictable. But don't worry-I have much more planned for this fic than the traditional 'Trunks knocks Marron up, so they get married'. It's gunna go much deeper than that!

Anyways, big hugs to my beta Aerith, as always and I hope everyone enjoys the chapter!

December 6th (still)

Trunks looked at me for a moment without saying anything. I was about to ask him if he heard me when his face broke into a smirk.

"Very funny, Maz. You really shouldn't joke around like that." He ran his fingers through my hair nonchalantly and rested his head on my shoulder.

I placed my hand on his chin and directed his eyes towards mine. "I'm. Not. Joking." I nodded my head slowly to give more emphasis to what he thought was a joke.

His eyes widened ever so slightly and he stood up somewhat quickly. "I think I'm going to be sick." With that, he walked very quickly into my bathroom where I could hear him actually throwing up.

Yeah, some father he'll make.

The nagging little voice in the back of my head, (What's it called? My conscious?), made a very good point. 'If it is his child...'

Trunks had better hurry up; I think morning sickness mixed with a bad ordeal of truth at night equals vomit and a sore throat.

After he was finished and after I was finished, he sat down on my bed and stared off into space with a vacant stare for about five minutes or so.

"You're really serious, aren't you?"

Gee, ya think? I sighed. "Yes Trunks, I'm very serious." I sat down next to him and allowed my head to fall into my waiting hands.

"But... how can you tell? I mean... has it even been long enough for you to miss your, ummm...cycle?" He blushed slightly and I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

"Trunks... don't you listen to anything? I told you; I've been on birth control for a really long time. I don't remember the last time I had my 'cycle'."

"Well... if you're on birth control... then how could you get pregnant?"

Lets see; I climbed on top of myself and started going away. Guys can be such morons.

In reality, I hadn't given it much thought. However, I did have two things that would support me in my argument. "Well, the X I took may have rendered the pill useless. That, plus the fact that Damien may be (here's hoping he is) sterile, means that the pill could have just never worked and I've never given it much thought."

He stood up and paced my room for a moment, obviously engrossed in thought. Watching him made me tired, so I lay down on my side and watched him from there.

I guess I'm getting lazy, huh?

"I think we should do another test. The last one may have been a fluke." He looked at me and I could see the desperation in his eyes. He was clutching at straws.

"I am NOT going back to a doctor's office. I already did that once this year." I shuddered again.

He walked over to the bed and sat down next to me. "Well, Mazzie, if you are prego, then you'll be seeing a doctor a lot more from now on." He was smiling and I got the feeling that he found my doctor-phobia amusing.

Shit... I hadn't thought of that.

After a moment of frantic thinking, I came to a conclusion for his problem. "Then go to the store and buy a home pregnancy test."

He stood and grabbed his keys off my dresser. "I'll be back in a few." He turned to walk out my door, but then turned back around and gave me a quick kiss on my lips.

Did I ever mention that he could be a great guy? No? Ok, well... he has the ability to be a good guy... every once in a while... when he's not being an ass.

He walked back through my door and tossed the bag with the test in it unceremoniously next to me after mumbling something along the lines of 'damn expensive piece of plastic...'

I walked into my bathroom, hiked up my skirt and took the test. I swear, I have never taken an easier test or one that was more important to my future.

I set the little thingy on the counter and walked back into my room where Trunks had taken my place on my bed. He looked up at me and I felt my insides turn to slush from his eyes.

Sitting down next to him, I let him pull me into his arms while we waited. We had a while; those things take about an hour to two.

I closed my eyes and next thing I knew, I was asleep.

I woke up and looked at the clock: 8:46 pm. I rolled over and found that Trunks was no longer in my bed.

I forced my exhausted body to stand and wandered into the kitchen where Trunks was (surprise, surprise!) sitting at the table.

He looked at me and forced a small smile, if that's what you could call it; it was really more of a corner of his lips curving up very slightly.

I didn't smile back, but walked to the table and sat down next to him, resting my head on his sturdy shoulder.

"So... Am I a mommy?"

He sighed. "More importantly...to me, anyways... Am I the daddy?"

A/N: Hey again! Ok, I was gunna post this earlier, but I think I'm getting either A) Mono or B) Strep... *sighs* All I know is that the little gland in my throat is swollen and my throat is killing me (severely). I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter and please please review. I was gunna do reviewer thank-you`s, but like I said, I'm not feeling very well.

2nd A/N: I started a new fic; it's a Marron/ Gohan ficcy. You can find it under my profile thingy. Oh, and I'm just waiting on the beta for Time and Reason and then the next chapter will [Finally] be up.

That's all and thanks for reading (more thanks if you reviewed *smirks*)

~Cassi