"Hey Bulla!"
The blue haired saiyan princess turned, a smile on her face before she even saw who had entered the room.
"Pan!"
Pan strode into the room, slowly pushing the door closed behind her. She smiled when Bulla stood to greet her. This had become normal for Bulla. Everyone's eyes automatically fell to her midsection. It had been almost four months now and her stomach was growing by the day, rounding and firm. Bulla's smile fell, and she brought a hand up to push a piece of hair behind her ear. Pan smiled even wider, beaming, and Bulla blushed crimson.
"You look great!" Pan flopped down on Bulla's bed, crossing her legs.
Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Bulla shook her head, cocking a sarcastic eyebrow "You're full of shit."
Pan rolled her eyes, "No really, I mean it. You know how they say pregnant girl have a glow?"
Bulla nodded, "Yeah?"
"It's true, Bulla."
Smiling, Bulla rolled her eyes and took a seat next to Pan. "I'm really surprised my dad let you in here, considering who your dad's related to."
Pan grinned, and a mischievous light flickered in her eyes, "He didn't, your mom did."
"Isn't he home?"
Pan grinned again, and shook her head, "Yeah, he just mumbled and went into the gravity chamber."
Bulla giggled, shaking her head. Though she knew her father would absolutely not budge, she also knew her mom was a force to be reckoned with. When Vegeta pushed, Bulma pushed with just as much force. Over the past few weeks things had died down considerably, however Vegeta still glared whenever he saw his daughter's swollen midsection.
"So, can I touch it?"
Bulla snapped back to reality, turning to face her young friend. "Can…what?"
Pan giggled, pointing "Your belly! Can I touch it?"
Bulla's smile was bright, and she nodded, "Of course."
Slowly, carefully, Bulla leaned back until she lay flat against the bed, her hair a striking contrast to her deep red bedspread. She pulled her oversized, plain white t-shirt up, exposing the globe that was all she knew of her child. With an awestruck smile, Pan repositioned herself on her knees facing her friend and reached forward placing both of her hands softly against Bulla's skin. She made a face and pulled away.
"You're sticky!"
Bulla chuckled, "Oh! Sorry! Yeah I just got back from an ultrasound."
Pan lit up, clasping her hands together with what Bulla could only interpret as a look of pure glee, "You saw the baby!?"
"Yeah! You wanna see?"
Pan practically leapt off the bed, "You have pictures? Where?!"
Bulla reached her hands out, motioning for Pan to help her up. Her friend grasped her fingers and tugged the swollen teen slowly to her feet. She tugged her shirt down, covering herself and hiding her stomach. She made her way to her dresser, and suddenly a puzzled look crossed her face. She pushed aside various foundations and powders, perfume bottles clinked together as she shuffled the items, searching. Finally, she sighed and pulled an envelope from beneath a bottle. She flicked the envelope open and pulled out a handful of glossy, black and white pictures. Thumbing through them, she glanced over her shoulder at Pan.
"This is weird...I was sure I had more…"
***
"Hey Goten!"
Goten glanced up from the television, recognizing Trunks' voice immediately. He flipped over, looking towards the door as his friend pushed it open, a huge grin on his face. Goten's lips curled up in a mischievous smile that matched the purple haired saiyans grin.
"What's up, Trunks?"
"I've got something for ya."
Goten looked puzzled as Trunks held up a handful of glossy paper, "What's that?"
Trunks lowered himself onto the couch beside his fellow saiyan, handing over his stolen prize. Goten's look of puzzlement only deepened, and he looked into trunks face, one eyebrow cocked.
"What's this?"
"Your son."
Goten found himself unable to tear his eyes away. Though they were hard to make out, he distinctly saw the form of a small face, and a tiny button nose. He sighed, the sight making him melt. He couldn't tear his eyes away from it. After a moment, he flipped to the next picture, this one showing the baby sucking its thumb, its face turned away. Still looking at this, he spoke sadly to Trunks.
"Vegeta still...?"
"Hates you, yeah..." the purple-haired saiyan's joyful smirk fell slightly at the thought.
Sighing, Goten dropped the pictures into his lap, pulling his hands up, running them through his hair. Holding his head in his hands, he sucked in a deep breath.
"What am I going to do, Trunks? I have to see her..."
Trunks shrugged, looking sad. He felt for his friend, though he had no idea how to help.
"I dunno dude."
"I want to see her so bad, Trunks. I don't even know what to do, or think anymore. She's all I have. She's all I think about. Trying to pretend like I don't love her only makes me want her more. I'm dying here, Trunks."
With a sad smile, Trunks placed his hand on Goten's shoulder, nodding slowly "I know, Goten...I know."
Goten was unbridled now, he threw himself into his words, choking back emotions, "She's carrying my son. She's everything to me. I never knew that day would turn into this. I never knew I'd fall for her. I was sucked into this, but I don't regret it for one minute. I just can't believe that after all that, and everything I've done for them, my dad and Gohan are acting like this."
Trunks pulled his hand away, his expression suddenly confused, "...Wait, What does this have to do with Goku and Gohan?"
Goten felt the gravity of the situation smack him in the gut so hard he couldn't catch his breath. What had he done?
'Oh fuck…' he thought to himself, slowly lifting his head to look at his friend.
"Trunks, I didn't...I wasn't supposed to say anything..."
Trunks looked away, towards the door, holding up a hand to silence Goten. With a gulp, Goten realized with horror that he had already gone too far. Trunks' voice was low and quiet when he finally spoke.
"They slept with her too, didn't they?"
Goten stayed silent, looking sideways at his fellow saiyan, afraid to speak, move, or even breathe. He felt the air grow heavy, and he sensed Trunks' power level rising slowly.
"I knew it. I fucking knew it." Trunks stood slowly, shaking his head. Goten followed, getting quickly to his feet.
"Trunks, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tell you...I-I was supposed to keep it a secret."
Again, Trunks held up a hand to silence him, "It's okay Goten. I've known for a while." Trunks paused, in thought. "Well, I suspected it at least."
"Why?"
Trunks shrugged, "I could smell them on her sometimes. They always stared at her while she was in heat, and...this is fucking bullshit!"
Goten dropped his gaze, looking down at the ground. He hated seeing Trunks like this. Surprisingly, he discovered he didn't feel a hint of guilt about the situation, however. He wanted his dad to suffer for what he had done.
"They used her! It isn't like what happened with you, Goten! I knew that was going to happen eventually. It was only a matter of time. But this is..." He stopped, shaking his head.
"Why?"
"What?" Trunks asked his best friend, quizzically.
"You knew I was going to...sleep with my best friend's sister?"
Despite his obvious anger, Trunks released a snort of laughter, "Goten, Bulla has had a crush on you ever since she could talk."
Goten's mouth dropped open, and his eyes widened. Hearing this was like a shot to the heart that only made him need her presence more. Somewhere, he was terrified that she didn't care for him like he did for her. With Trunks spoken words, all of his fears went out the window. Trunks blinked, looking taken aback.
"Wait...you didn't know?" The anger in Trunks' eyes flickering for a moment as a small, almost unnoticeable smirk crossed his face.
Goten shook his head, looking towards the floor, a smile spreading across his face once more. "I had no idea…"
