There was going to be a MarronxUub teen pregnancy fic in the works, too, but it got waylaid. I did some very light allusion to it in Angel's Fall, but where's the fun in that? Without further ado, the prompt.

Everyone was staring.

At least, that's what it felt like to the blonde daughter of Krillin as she entered the doors of OSH that morning. Having spent the previous night bawling her eyes out over the mistake she'd made on a similar night two months prior, as well as what that passionate mistake had caused, she'd made little effort to make herself presentable to face the masses. Part of her didn't care what anyone thought, the other part was freaking out, thinking that her carelessness with her wardrobe would cost her the secret she was now trying desperately to keep.

Marron Chestnut felt a threatening wave of nausea flow through her gullet, empty save for a few saltine crackers and several small sips of ginger ale, and she forced down a whimper, blinking back tears. She'd yet to have the 'calling card' symptom of her condition, and she desperately yearned for that not to change. Not now. Not while she was at school, where anyone could catch her emptying her gut and spread the word.

Marron Chestnut, resident A honor roll goody-goody… Pregnant…

Kami, why had she been so stupid? Uub asked her if she wanted to stop and she'd stupidly said no to his offer. Hell, he'd even told her that, if she said no, he wouldn't be able to hold back anymore. Now, thanks to her foolishness and hormones, she was now a basket case. A statistic. A pregnant teenager.

Uub… oh Kami, how am I going to tell Uub?

It had taken all her courage to go to a drug store in Blue Star City, she didn't want to risk anyone recognizing her as the friend of both Bra Briefs and Pan Son, find a few reliable brands of pregnancy tests, a gallon of her favorite fruit juice, and head to the nearest bathroom, chugging the juice as she went.

It was only after two months of her bladder filling faster than normal, being too tired to finish her homework at night, becoming dizzy and lightheaded in the shower, and, of course, missing her cycle twice that she decided to cut her losses and see if it was a simple scare. The scent of the salty sea air coming in with each wave outside of her beach-front home, once comforting and a soothing balm, had become a near-constant source of nausea spells for her. It, unfortunately for her, was no simple scare, but the real deal.

"No, no, no, no," Marron stuttered, staring at the four positive pregnancy tests lying on the counter of the sink in the 7-11 bathroom, "please, no, this can't be… no…" the blonde girl felt warm, heavy tears oozing out of her eyes, flowing down her cheeks in small rivers. Numb, she grabbed the tests and buried them all in the bottom of the trashcan and left the juice in the restroom, on her phone, searching for a nearby free-clinic.

"Maz?" Pan's contralto voice cut through the haze of reminiscence, "sweetie, what's wrong? You were walking down the hall like a zombie, you walked right past us."

"Yeah," Bra jumped in from her spot at Pan's side, "your cheeks are all puffy. You've been crying," she looked incredibly worried, "did something happen between you and Uub, Maz-chan?"

Not exactly… but exactly that, at the same time…

"I- uh…" the blonde trailed off, unsure of what to say, "I just…" she shook her head sadly, "I don't want to talk about it. Please don't ask me to." Her two friends nodded, and Bra reached out to squeeze her hand, "we're here for you, hon. Whenever you're ready, just call us or come by one of our places."

"We're here whenever you want to talk," Pan finished, "okay?"

"I know," Marron whispered, smiling weakly.

But there's nothing you can do to help me now…

I'm honestly considering making this into a fic anyway, but it's still mostly up in the air. I'm not too sure I could deliver it the way it needs to be delivered.