I had to write this chapter twice, cause my computer lost it, but that was okay. I liked this one. It was very-- peaceful. Enjoy.
Every year, Bulma threw this huge Christmas party at the Capsule Corp. ballroom. All of her friends and family were invited, as well the entire CC staff. The press usually found their way past Vegeta and snapped pictures for newspapers and tabloids. So, basically, anyone who was anyone was there.
I dragged Bra and Pan with me to every maternity clothing store for miles around until I found something halfway decent to wear. It was this little black dress that had some kind of material that made my bulge look smaller. And then we went to find some cute shoes to match. "But no heels. They'll kill my feet."
As we were getting ready, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom. "Goten," I whined, "look how big I am. Everyone there's going to be all tiny with their little red dresses and their boobs popping out and their cute high heels. I'm lucky I can still see my feet."
"Aw, come on Mar, you're not that big. And plus, it's not your fault you're pregnant. I'm sure you didn't just wake up one morning and think to yourself ' I think I'm going to get pregnant today', did you?"
"No." And it was true. I didn't plan on getting pregnant that early at all. Sure, I wanted children, just under different circumstances and after 'Ten and I were married.
'Ten leaned in close as he adjusted his jacket. "Let me tell you a little secret. You already know you're going to be the most beautiful person there, but what you don't know is that I think a pregnant woman is the most wonderful thing in the world."
I smiled. "That's sweet baby. Come on, let's roll."
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I was right, everyone there was thin with short little dresses.
The ballroom was decorated with gold, red, and green and looked absolutely beautiful. Bulma had always out done herself.
"Goten, are you sure I look okay?" I asked, tugging on his hand and feeling lost. Because I had always been so short, and 'Ten so tall, it became a joke how lost I looked next to him.
"You look fine! Just trust me, you look perfectly…" His mouth gaped open and cut off the rest of his sentence. I looked to what had caught his attention.
Trunks had just walked in with the most beautiful girl ever on his arm. She was tall, taller than him, with perfect waist-length, white blonde hair and a tiny red dress that clung like a second skin but didn't look slutty. She also had a flat stomach.
"Son Goten!" I exclaimed. "I thought you were a little more mature than that, let alone married to me!"
Trunks waved as they got closer. "Hey Sons! Wow Mazzie, you look great! You're getting so big!" He looked over to his anorexic date. "This is Kim. Kim, you know Goten, this is his wife, Marron. She's the queen of nicknames; we have like ten for her."
Kim outstretched her hand and I took it reluctantly. "It's so great to finally meet you, Marron. Trunks and Goten have told me so much about you. Congratulations on the baby."
"Thanks," I said with my fake smile. "How long have you been with Trunks?"
Trunks grinned. "Since July," he noted proudly.
July? That means he was with her when we-- Oh man. That meant that we'd be hurting more than Goten in the process of telling the truth.
"July? Wow Briefs, that's like a record for you," 'Ten joked.
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"Do you think she's close enough to him?" I asked sarcastically as I watched Kim wrap her arms around Trunks as they danced.
'Ten laughed. "Someone's a tad bitchy tonight. She is a little… clingy, though."
I stood up from where we had been sitting drinking non-alcoholic beer. Goten agreed that as long as I couldn't drink, he wouldn't either. Damn non-alcoholic beer. Seriously, what's the fun in that? "I'm going to go ask him to dance so she'll stop trying to molest him." I gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Have fun. But don't expect me to stay away from her. That red dress is doing her some good tonight," he murmured, leaning back to find her.
I gave him a playful smack before leaving.
"Hey Briefs, time to dance with the pregnant lady," I chirped, pulling him away from his big-breasted bimbo.
Trunks flashed Kim a smile. "I'll only be a minute. It's the pregnant lady," he said in way of an apology. We stepped onto the dance floor. "So what do you think of Kim?"
"I think you should have told me. I only found out about her because Bra and Goten told me. And you were with her in July! When we… when we… you know!" I hissed.
"I know, I should have told you. But she's been in Europe since August, and I couldn't find a right time to tell you," he explained. "This is just going to hurt her so much, and I don't know how to tell you. I know you probably wouldn't understand---"
"You dumbass!" I yelled. "I wouldn't understand? I have to tell my husband his baby might not be his! This is going to be a thousand times harder for me than you. All you did is donate some sperm. I ruined a marriage!"
He motioned for me to be quiet. "I'm sorry. It's just going to be hard for me. I really like her, you know?"
"Do you love her?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.
"I'm not sure. It's hard. After that night we had, she got a job offer for a modeling job for five months in Europe. I told her to take it, so I could sort this mess out without her. That's why you haven't seen her around. She just got back about three weeks ago. I've just been trying to forget what happened, Mar, I really have," he said softly.
I smiled as the song ended and I pulled away. "Thanks for the dance, Trunks. Just promise me you'll tell Kim when I tell Goten so they won't find out from each other." That would be the last thing I needed.
"Of course. You take care of yourself and that baby and especially that husband of yours. Every second you spend with him could influence his decision later," Trunks advised.
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. You go have fun with your girlfriend. I'm going to go and dance with my husband. Who knows when the next time he'll be able to fit his arms around me will be," I joked, letting go of his hand.
He waved. "You'll be fine. Just remember that boy loves you too much to do anything stupid. And if you really want to know, you're going to make it, Marron. You are a strong one."
Too bad I couldn't believe him.