Just to clear something up: Trunks isn't the best man in the wedding because Gohan's Goten's brother, and I just figured family would come first. Enjoy.

"Marron! Come on, Ronnie, wake up!" Bra yelled.

I opened my eyes and groaned. "What time is it?"

"Five. Don't you know what today is?"

I jolted up and looked around. Then I remembered why there wasn't someone next to me in the bed. "I'm getting married today!" I squealed. I jumped out of bed and bounced into the kitchen. "Hi Mom."

She gave me a nod in return and finished helping Chi-Chi with breakfast. Pan was at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal. My apartment had been invaded by pajama people.

"How long have you guys been here?"

"Since four. We figured you might need some help getting ready," Chi-Chi said. "Pancakes?"

I nodded, and she stacked a Saiyan-style pancake plate up for me. I dug in. "Do you guys have all your stuff here?"

Mom nodded. "And they were already setting up the island when I left. Your father has everything under control over there, so all we have to worry about is you."

"And my boys. They're over there helping Krillin too, and if I know Goku and Goten, they're fooling around and raising hell over there," Chi-Chi added.

"Nah, not 'Ten. He's too excited to raise hell. He told me last night that was nervous and excited and he really couldn't wait," I said.

Pan raised an eyebrow. "When did you talk to him last night? I thought he left yesterday afternoon to get ready for the bachelor party."

"Oh he did," I mumbled through my pancakes. "He called me after it was over."

Bra laughed. "He called you after his bachelor party? After he most likely saw a stripper?" (Chi-Chi gasped.) "After he had beer and bonded with males? Boy Mazzie, you have him whipped."

"I do not have him whipped. He just wanted to check and make sure things were okay. He is not whipped," I insisted. Then I looked up. "He's whipped, isn't he?"

Four heads nodded.

~

Mom tried to get everyone ready quickly and calmly, but of course, that didn't happen. So she got herself ready in record time, (not that it takes much to make my mother look like a million zenni) and locked us in my bedroom.

She started working on my hair, and she wouldn't let me anywhere near a mirror.

"How do I know you're not totally screwing up my hair?" I asked.

"You'll just have to trust me. Oh, and remember, if you look bad, I look bad."

I smiled and looked down at my hands. "Mom, do you think marrying 'Ten is the right thing to do? I mean, what if this is wrong?" What if I'm having Trunks' baby?

"I knew something was wrong. You've been very jumpy over the past couple of months. What's going on?"

I took a deep breath. Now or never Ron. "What happened, Mom, is something you can't tell anyone. Not Daddy, not Goten, not Bulma, not Chi-Chi, not Videl, not anyone." She nodded. "Okay. A couple months ago, 'Ten and I had Pan stay the weekend with us. He thought it would be fun to invite Trunks and Bra over and have our own little party. Well, we hung out until like, six in the morning. And then the next morning, I woke up in the living room and everyone was sleeping, but Trunks was gone. So I got up and looked around, and found him on the balcony. And he kissed me."

"Wait," she interrupted. "That's why you've been so jumpy? If you would have just told Goten, I'm sure he would've understood that it was Trunks' fault."

"No, that's not the end of the story. I was trying to attempt to work things out with him, and I went over to his apartment one night. He told me he still loved me, and we… I--"

She gasped. "You didn't."

"I did," I whispered.

"Marron. I don't believe you, of all people, would ever do something like tha--- wait. What about the baby? Is it Trunks'?"

"I don't think so. I've been talking to Vegeta about the Saiyan father-child bond, and he said that even with an unborn child, the father can feel a bond. It's subconscious, so you don't really know it's there. If the baby wasn't 'Ten's, he wouldn't feel any more excitement than Trunks is. But 'Ten's ecstatic. So I'm figuring the bond is there somewhere, and maybe I didn't screw up so bad." I fingered the hem of my shirt. "Or maybe I did."

Mom picked the curling iron back up. "You screwed up kid, that's something you can't deny. But if this whole Saiyan thing is right, then maybe you have a little weight lifted off your shoulders. Are you going to tell him?"

"Eventually, yes. I promised myself I would. I didn't want to ruin the entire wedding. I know how much this means to him. It wouldn't be fair to tell him now." And it wouldn't. The wedding meant so much to him. He was just so excited, so happy. He had told me the night before that his life was in a perfect place at that moment. Who was I to ruin that?

~

Four hours later, Mom announced she was done and let me look in a mirror. And she had truly outdone herself. I looked so--- well, not to brag, but I looked pretty damn good.

"Mom, do you know how much money you could make if you did this professionally?"

She snorted. "There's an image."

I laughed. "No, but really, thank you. You did an amazing job."

"That husband of yours is going to be on the ground when he sees you. We'll have to have the senzu beans on hand."

"Do you really think so?"

She opened the door and cleared her throat. Pan, Bra, and Chi-Chi were all gaping at me. "If they do that, what do you think Goten's going to do?"

I smiled. Then I got a good look at Pan. Before that day, I had only seen Son Pan in a dress twice. And twice before, she had amazed me. But when we picked out her dress that day, I had no idea that eighteen year-old Pan would look like a full-grown, gorgeous woman.

"Holy Dende Pan, you look so beautiful!" Even if she had complained that pink wasn't her color, I could tell, deep down, it was.

"Thanks, but pink's not really my color." See what I mean?