Pan brandished the wedding ring he left behind. What if he never came back? What if she died without confessing? What if...the eternally unanswered question. What if?
Shortly after Trunks left, he got a sudden sinking feeling something bad would happen. He started to head back when he got a call on his cell phone. He was on the verge of tears for what he said to her. He couldn't cry. He shouldn't. He wouldn't! He never cried. He only cried when one of his loved ones died. Maybe that's why he was on the verge of tears...
"Hello?"
"Trunks, it's Gohan, Get back here as soon as you can."
"Why?"
"Just get down here. There was a drastic change in her condition."
He blinked back tears. "Alright, I'm on my way."
He walked back into the room, and gasped. This was not what he had expected. She was sitting up with her feet dangling the edge. She was dying when he left...but suddenly better? He knew no one called upon Shenron; there'd be a sign. So this was natural or it was Dende. Dende, possibly.
"Pan, y-your ok?"
She blinked and held out an open palm. She had his ring sitting on it. He looked at her and carefully picked it up sliding it back onto his finger. She looked away cautiously. He knew all too well she was hiding something. Just what is another story.
"My dad ran some tests. He said I should be ok. They aren't sure what it was, but it had some bad effects. I'll be released in three days. I need to make sure to take my medication every night. That's about it."
"Pan, I-I-I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't mean to hurt you the way I did. All I wanted was to show you that I still trust you even if you lied to me."
"I understand." She was smiling now. Now he was very curious.
"Why are you smiling?"
"Stay calm, and don't faint on me. Ok?"
"Umm...ok..."
"My dad checked it, despite the horrific effects of whatever I had, the baby survived. So, you, my friend, are going to be a daddy in five months."
"I don't get it. He said 'she was four months pregnant'."
"He wasn't sure until he checked it."
THREE MONTHS LATER
She was, as usual, sleeping when he got ready to leave for work. She always was asleep anymore. He smiled at her and left the room to get something she had asked for yesterday. He sat it on the table and left for work. By the time she had woken up, he was gone. She woke with a start and panted a bit. The least she wanted to do was scare her husband.
She looked around the room. It was dark out. Storming, actually. She had always loved the rain. It worked wonders on her no matter how bad she felt. She slipped on some clothes and went out into the pouring rain. Trunks would kill her if he saw what she was doing. She went into the middle of the field and tilted her head towards the rain. She'd always loved the rain.
Trunks got back over two hours later and saw her running around in the rain. He smiled at his wife's immaturity, and walked over taking her hand and kissing it. She looked at him curiously and asked why she was out in the rain. Shivering she tried to avoid answering. He looked her in the eyes and she smiled.
"After you left I couldn't sleep. My dad always let me play in the rain. It seemed to calm my nerves."
"Yeah, well now your not just worrying about your health."
She looked down absently and looked back at him. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it, you'll be fine. Lets go inside before you catch Pneumonia. Ok, honey?"
She nodded and he led her inside. He sat her by the door and covered her in his jacket. She was shivering extremely hard now. He pulled her into a hug so she would calm down a bit.
"You really need to get your act together, Pan, or we'll be raising another version of me at that age."
"And, we don't want that, do we?"
He was leaving for work when he noticed she was crying. She woke up and looked over at him. He looked back, and sighed.
"You alright?"
"I'm fine."
"That's good. I have to go; I'll be out until nine. Can you survive that long?"
"I can try. I'll call you if anything comes up, ok?"
"That'll work." He kissed her forehead and left.
An hour later, you could hear the man yelling at his secretary. At Capsule Corp. She was getting unnerving. She was strictly warned not to bother the conferences. He smiled and looked over at Trunks, who was trying hard not to fall asleep.
"Mr. Briefs, congratulations."
"What do you mean, Mr. Thayne?"
"Your now the father of a baby boy. Would you like to see him?"
"May I please leave?"
"Sure. Tell Mishuki I said hello."
He ran through the hall and skidded to a halt. He stopped at the nurses station, the nurse, Mishuki, smiled and lead him to her room. He sat by her bed smiling from ear to ear. She looked at him curiously.
"Congratulations, Honey, you're a daddy." She whispered taking a lock of his hair and playing with it.
"And you're a mommy. How's T.J.?"
"Sounds good," She whispered before passing out.
He stayed by her bedside for a total of three hours. She kept drifting in and out, but it was normal for what she just went through. Even so, she still had that radiance to her that made her look like an angel. A Fallen angel. Her ebony hair fell slightly past her shoulders. He picked up her palm and kissed it. After doing that he walked away.
He thought it was very odd that she wasn't healing as quick as she should. On top of that she was early, by two months. It wasn't induced, it was completely natural, but why was she two months early? The baby was fine, despite the under development. Pan, however...
"Trunks?"
"Hey Bra, what's up?"
"Mom told me you were here."
"What of it?"
She jammed her palms into her pockets. For being 24, she had a lot of spunk. She had her blue hair up into a ponytail, and was watching him intently. Bra watched as Gohan made his way over to them through the over-crowded-beyond-capacity hall. He was still counting tiles, when Gohan did get over to them.
"Trunks?"
He looked up and saw he was crying. Or trying not to. "Yes?"
"We...um...we..."
"What?"
He sighed. "We lost Pan, she slipped in, and never woke up." He laid a hand on his shoulder. "It's ok, I'm absolutely certain that Pan can be brought back. It was only fair."
"But she was only back for three days...she had a lot more to live for."
"Trunks, do me a favor, don't go and commit suicide."
"Why shouldn't I?"
Bra slapped Trunks, and looked him in the eye. "Look, Trunks, you may be in sorrow, but you have a son to raise, now, there is nothing at all that you can do to change that. DO NOT DIE!!!"
"Trunks, I can guarantee you she fought it every second." Replied Gohan.
Trunks started coughing and Bra stared at him. "You moron, you forgot your medication, didn't you?"
"I Cough did no such cough thing!"
She jabbed him in the arm and ran off down the hall weaving through the hall. "I'm going to get your medication, before you die too!"
When she got to the house she looked for a key, then she remembered the password to override the security locks. When she was finally in, she walked around. The place was cluttered. Very cluttered. She worked her way up to the bedroom, and on the top of the dresser sat his medication, but underneath it was a letter. Due to her—curious nature—she read it.
Mr. Briefs,
Mr. Thayne has informed me that you are in need of medical help. You are not allowed back to the Capsule Corporation until a physician has checked you. If you have a medical disease you must take your medication, unless you do not need it. Mr. Thayne, and some other employees' have come to the agreement, that if your mother can help you, that you are allowed back. Until further notice, you are under house arrest.
Mrs. Baleen. —December 11.
"Today is January 19th, so he had to have been checked...or else he wouldn't have been at work. But then why is he there if he's not taking his medication?" she asked herself.
She grabbed the bottle, pocketed it, and walked around some more. She was curious to see if she had any more mail lying around. She found another letter on the pile, only this one was to Trunks from Pan. No mail, no address. That meant it wasn't meant for his eyes. She read the part that was on the front saying To My Beloved. There was no note, but in the envelope were some pictures of some happy things they did. There was a suicide note inside, but it was addressed November nineteenth. She grabbed her jacket and hastily ran to the door.
By this time, Trunks was a very light white. Gohan was worried, but he was aware Bra was on her way. She ran through the hall skidding to an abrupt halt handing him the bottle. Reading the prescription, he gave him the dosage, which knocked him out.
Bra paced the room. Swiftly, he remembered where he was. Bra looked at him and started cursing. He covered his ears ignoring his little sister's reaming.
"Trunks, do you want to die???"
"Actually, sissy, I do now."
"I don't want you to go. You're my brother, I'm your sister. You want to die it happens naturally. Don't dare commit Hari-Kari on my watch!"
"Bra, shut up. You've never lost someone dear to you!"
"Yes, I have."
"Oh, Really?"
"My Three year old son."
"You—had a—son?"
"Yes," she looked away. "Nicky, his father killed him."
MUAHA! CHAPPIE THREE! Chapter 4 will be ahead a few years, so don't kill me. REMEMBER IT'S A ROMANCE/ANGST.