A Broken Life, A Broken Family

By: LonesomePan-Chan

Chapter 15

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When Beau managed to get us both out of the Police station, without getting hurt by the media, we made our way to my grandparent's house. On the way I began having contractions. Real contractions that hurt!

"Beau, Beau, Beau," I breathed trying to get his attention as I practiced my breathing exercises. "I think I'm do, GOD!" I actually screamed the last grabbing at his arm, and the side door.

"Shit Pan," he said with feeling, telling the driver to head to the hospital. "Look at me Pan, and keep breathing," he soothed me calmly trying to calm me… which wasn't working; instead it was getting me magnificently irritated.

"FUCK," I said with feeling as I found the bottom of the dress the police given me, wet. "My water broke," I said in disbelief. Funny I had wanted for the longest time to get the baby out of me, but now as I looked down at the wet part on the dress, I was so scared I wanted to keep it in me.

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"Beau!" I screamed grabbing his hand nest to my bed. I smiled as he timidly gave me his hand, and let me squeeze as hard as I wanted. Once or twice he had made a sound in his throat when I had had tow huge contractions. I was in labor, the doctor had informed me with a damn smile.

"Beau go call Trunks, it's his boy to, and he had asked me to be a part of his life," I gasped real fast not caring about his feelings or anything else that wasn't to get the baby out of me! He looked at me for a real long time irritating me even further. What was it with me, I was getting angry way too fast.

"If that's what you want," he said letting go of me hand, and walking out the room to find Trunks, who had been waiting outside from the first step I placed on hospital ground. I barely thought about him, when I remembered the promise I made him.

"Panny?" Trunks asked as he entered the room hurriedly coming to my side where Beau had originally sat at. Beau didn't come in, I noticed later.

I groaned loudly feeling waves of pain overwhelm me, and I grabbed at the sheets, and found Trunks' hand. I held on for dear life. Trunks keep a firm grip on my hand like Beau, but strangely I felt better with Trunks there by my side.

Everything after carried out smoothly, so the doctors told me after. I had screamed and clawed at Trunks, and after a few hours I had a boy. But that wasn't it! The doctors started screaming something, and they all positioned the way they did when my boy was being extracted out. Trunks had my boy in his arms.

The pain didn't go away, and I wanted to scream, 'drug me drug me god dammit!' but I didn't many points for me. They told me to push, and I did what I was told, for once. I pushed as hard as I could, and felt the pain, and wanted whatever was left inside that they wanted out, out! It hurt and hurt, and I was afraid I would faint, but I didn't and for that I was so grateful.

Another baby came out. I was dazed, and smiled as the drugs finally took me away, and I could sleep. I was so exhausted I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

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Trunks' POV

Pan just stopped moving. The line connected to her, went flat and she died before my eyes. The doctors ran around placing the second baby in a cradle made for him, and went to try and revive Pan. I was pushed to the side, as they all crowded around her. I carried my boy to his brother, and placed him down in an extra crib right next to him.

I was in shock, and watched as they tried without flourish to revive Pan. She couldn't be dead, I wouldn't accept it. The doctors and nurses stepped away from her body shaking their heads sadly in my direction. I shook my head, and ran to her side pushing the medical staff out the way. I didn't notice I had been crying until tear fell on Pan's face, as I stood above her.

I pushed at her chest, and breathed life in her mouth, for I don't know how long, but she began to breath, and the machine line wasn't flat. And I cried in joy as she opened her eyes lazily smiling up at me dreamily, before falling asleep once again, but this time it was just a sleep, just a sleep for rest from the day to wake up the next.

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I woke up to hear a nurse talking to Trunks. They wanted names for the babies, to put on the certificates.

"Miss, Pan is the one who'll answer those questions for you, I cannot say what their names will be, since she's the one who carried them for so long," Trunks tried to explain, and it sounded like it wasn't the first time, because he was irritated.

"Trunks," I called him over, making my eyes open forcefully, and look at him. "You choose, I never got around to think about the names," I said closing my eyes because it was too bright.

"Pan?" he asked looking over at me, "thank god you're okay," he smiled broadly, before saying the next,

"I cannot name them Panny, I really think you deserve to name them, I don't deserve to for obvious reasons," he said coming to sit next to my bed. I opened one eye and looked at him, trying to let him know I was going to start getting annoyed.

"Okay, okay," he raised his arms in peace.

"What do you mean you don't deserve it!" started the annoying nurse. "You are the one who save her in the delivery room, not the doctors that had given up, how don't you deserve to name your own children after you revived their mother," she practically screamed at Trunks. I had my eyes open wide, staring at Trunks in disbelief he had saved me, hell yes he earned the naming of our children.

"I'll be right back Pan," he said standing and leaving the room with the babbling nurse. I stared after them; I had died and couldn't remember a damn thing about dying. Maybe when you die their nothing anymore, just black all around, and peace.

Trunks came back minutes later, carrying two babies in each arm. They were two boys, with light skin, but they didn't look at all the same. They were fraternal twins. They both had jet-black hair, but one had streaks of purple, and the other had it solid black. Their eyes where both blue, but the one with jet-black hair had them darker (ocean deep blue) than the other, which were sky deep light blue.

"This is Goku," he lifted the one with jet-black hair, and ocean deep eyes higher so I would know that's Goku. "And this is Vegeta," he lifted the one with streaked hair, and sky deep eyes. "What do you think about the names?" he asked wanting to have my approval. I nodded happily.

"I wouldn't have thought of anything better," I smiled raising my arms to take the boys. He walked near my bed, and gave me Goku Jr. first, then Vegeta Jr. They are so cute.

"Goku looks more like your family, that's why I thought to name him like your grandfather… Goten was my first choice but Goku was the rival of my father Vegeta, which Vegeta Jr. has the features of," Trunks tried to explain. I nodded understanding what he meant. Goku Jr. looks like my grandfather Goku. Vegeta Jr. looks like his father Vegeta.

"I get it," I told him, cradling my boys. "How long was I out?" I asked.

"Not, long 2 days, you were in severe condition but you got better, and they told me you were definitely going to survive," he said smiling, he looked tired. "Beau couldn't be in here with you because he's not family, or the father, and since you are being protected from any kidnapping attempts he couldn't find a way to come in. He went home to take a shower, saying he'd be back in like 30 minutes."

'Poor Beau,' I thought remembering yesterday. "Is Goten here?" I asked up at Trunks. He nodded.

"Yeah, him and your grandparents, but none of your siblings are here, they don't know what's happening," he said watching me play with my sons. I have sons.

"I'm a mother," I said it out loud and it felt weird. I turned to Trunks who was looking at me. "I'm a mother, of two boys," I don't remember when I started to cry, but I realized I was, when some of my tear fell on Goku Jr's, and Vegeta Jr's heads.

"I need you to know something, Trunks," I tried to stop crying, but couldn't. I couldn't' believe I was a mother, and I already love my sons so much, and I'm scared of that love. Funny I'm scared to love. But I love the both already, while the truth is I don't love Beau in that way. Never have, he's a friend and I care for him, but I don't love him, like I do my babies, or Trunks…

"Before I met my grandparents, and coming here I lived in LA, California in the US. My dad beat on me one day, when I was about 15. We were on the street so everyone could see, but no one tried to stop him. Then you came Trunks, you and your sister came, and helped me. I went to the hospital, but then I got out of there because I didn't want to be questioned remember. And you talked to me outside the hospital, saving me from another guy. Then I left, and you couldn't find me."

I looked Trunks straight in the face, and found him starring at me with a silent horror imprinted in his face. I don't know what I had expected him to feel, but I didn't think it would have been horror instead of anger. He stood there for the longest time, and I half expected him to just walk out of the room, and not come back, well just to see his boys. I waited and waited, but he didn't walk out.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" he asked not exactly angry, but not mad either.

I shrugged, "I never saw the necessity to tell you," I responded truthfully.

"Ah, shit!" he said with feeling. "Tell me if you don't want me around, for their lives. Tell me and I'll leave, I've done too much harm to you, and you who have passed through all that shit, and there I went and made it all worse, tops getting you pregnant," he said sitting on the chair and leaning on the bed. "Tell me you don't want me around and I'll leave you alone," he said truthfully. "I don't want to hurt you again Pan, I don't want to do that ever."

"I want you there for their lives Trunks, I would never take away their father from them, that be like taking my anger at them, and I don't have any anger left to give you Trunks. I meant it when I said I forgive you."

"Thank you Pan," he said taking one of my hands into his two hands, and squeezed gently. "I promise I'll try never to hurt you again," when he looked up I could tell he meant it, because his eyes showed a fierce determination, and only his strength and will power were the only things keeping him from crying.

"Now, that that's' settled when can I go home?" I asked kissing each of the boy's on their heads. Trunks smiled.

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"Trunks I think it's my turn to spend time with Pan," Goten knocked at the door, pocking his head in, and looking at Trunks. He saw me up, with the boys and his smile became wide with joy. "Pan, good to see you up," he strolled in the room, coming around my bed, and hugging me when he was close enough.

I looked to Trunks, and back to Goten confused, I had thought they hated each other. As if reading my mind Trunks answered. "Goten and I work together now, we made peace and left the past behind us… I promised myself to grow up and change, and I am," Goten nodded, and looked down at the boys.

"What are their names?" he asked curious looking from Trunks, to me.

"This is," I motioned to Goku (Jet-black-hair) "Goku Jr.…. And he is," I motioned to Vegeta (Streaked-jet-black-hair) "Vegeta Jr."

"Good choice, my dad is going to be thrilled," Goten smiled happily, he seemed more kicked back, relaxed. "The doctor says you'll be able to get out of the hospital today, but you'll have to rest, and recover strength," he paused looking nervously around the room. "Theirs no needles in here right?" he asked looking back to me.

"It's a hospital, Goten," I laughed turning to the door as I saw a police officer enter the room, with Beau behind him. "Hey Beau," I greeted smiling broadly. Then looking back to Trunks who sat next to my bed, with one of our child's hand in his big one. Shit I bet it didn't look good.

"I think your time is up Mr. Briefs, it's my turn to stay with Pan, now," he said coolly coming to my other side and sitting on a chair available. Goten backed away giving me eye contact saying he wasn't going to get involved, and fast walking to the door.

"We aren't taking turn any more Mr. Ambler. Pan's awake and she not in serious condition any longer," Trunks sent back calmly. I paled. I didn't want to fight right now.

"She wasn't in serious condition when she was in the coma, not one of life and death," Beau shot back, keeping his cool.

"She was in a 'coma'," Trunks' emphasized 'coma' trying to get an obvious point across. I looked down at both Goku Jr. and Vegeta Jr. and decided to stop this before it got too far.

"Alright, alright stop this, you two sound like little kids arguing," I sighed hugging the boys closer to me. They smelled good. "If they," I motioned to the boys, "because of you two, I'm going to be royally pissed, and neither of you will be coming near me," I stated glaring at them both.

"Sorry, sorry, you're right, I'm sorry Pan," Beau apologized to me before looking over at Trunks but not saying anything more. I sighed what could I do if they didn't like each other, hug and kiss?

"I'm sorry you had to hear that Pan," Trunks also apologized to me, and stared back at Beau head on. I sighed giving up; we stayed like that for the longest time. Me playing with the babies, and both Trunks and Beau locked in an eye battle it seemed.

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"Pan Son?" asked a blue haired and eyed middle-aged woman. She walked into my empty hospital room, looking around for me. I sat up, having been laying down trying to think, and catch up to everything that had been happening.

"That's me," I said looking directly at her. What were Bulma Briefs, Trunks' mother, and founder of Capsule Corp. here to see me? She wasn't alone though right behind her, entered my once big boxing idol, Vegeta. He looked much younger than I knew he was, and so did his wife somewhat.

"Can we speak with you?" she asked looking almost timidly. I looked at her suspiciously, and nodded silently, looking over to my sleeping babies, secure in their little beds next to me, so I could reach them easily.

They entered the room, closing the door behind them. Vegeta looked at me like if he was sizing me up… I hated when guys did that. I stared at him full in the face looking strong and defiant even if I was the one in the hospital bed. He seemed to approve after a while, when he finally looked away to the cribs.

"Pan… May I call you by your first name?" she asked shakily. I nodded waiting for her to go on, "Thank you, well we are Trunks' parents… I'm Bulma Briefs, and that's Vegeta." She pauses annoying me to no end!

"Please Mrs. Briefs take a seat, you as well Mr. Vegeta," I said politely, realizing Vegeta Jr. was awake and looking around. Goku was happily asleep after his breast-feeding. I reached out and picked up Vegeta Jr. bringing him in my arms. Bulma made a noise in her throat coming to sit next to me closer to the baby. Vegeta looked at Vegeta Jr. with a proud glint in his eyes, but he didn't try to get closer, instead he relaxed against the far wall.

I looked at Bulma's energized eyes, and knew instantly she wanted to hold the babies. I smiled at her, "do you want to hold Vegeta," once I said his name out loud Vegeta made a grunt of surprise and Bulma squealed nodding, with a 'yes please!'

"What's his whole name?" she asked taking Vegeta Jr. gently from my arms.

"His name is Vegeta Briefs Son, even though Trunks and I aren't together I let him name them in my gratitude for what happen. Goku Briefs Son, is in the crib asleep," I said looking over to Vegeta for his reaction.

"My son is an idiot to have let you slip just like that," he said before walking over to the other crib, and looking down at Goku, with what looked to me like caring eyes. I didn't know Vegeta much, but I could tell he didn't give out compliments often, and he was soft to anybody.

"Can I?" he asked me, about to reach for Goku. I nodded watching as he carefully picked him up supporting all the right areas, and cradling him gently. Bulma giggled from my other side.

"You know, Vegeta never carried our children when they were infants. And now look at him he asked you if he could," she smiled as Vegeta sent her a glare. "We're getting old, we didn't think we would get any grandchildren the way our children can't keep a lasting relationship longer than 1 week," Bulma explained playing with Vegeta Jr. who was giggling his heart out.

"He does look like Kakoraut, a lot," Vegeta commented. I looked at him questionably. "Your grandfather, Goku," he cleared up. "He was my boxing rival, he never went big, and because he didn't like the publicity, but he was the best I ever sparred against; we were equals in the sport."

"Good to know boxing runs in my family, somewhere," I smiled turning my attention away from them to the door where both Goku and Chichi entered.

"Mrs. Briefs, Mr. Vegeta, it's good to see you face to face when it's not a matter of business," Chichi said as she entered the room. Goku followed behind and looked around the room smiling his usual smile.

"Hey Vegeta, Bulma," he greeted before coming to my bed and leaning over to give me a hug, and kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad you're okay Panny," he said before letting go, and looking at the babies. Chichi followed his example.

"I compliment your granddaughter Kakoraut, she is a extraordinary woman," Vegeta nodded to Goku. I blushed pink smiling at Vegeta, before Goten walked in and looked around at the family reunion.

"A party was planned and I wasn't invited?" he joked. "We're here to take you home Panny," the doctor gave us the okay, note.

"So let's move this party to my house," Bulma offered. I didn't know about that but we all agreed, and left the hospital a little after.

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Author Notes: What you think? I did this in a rush and isn't my best work, but I managed to get the chappie out sooner. Review please.