A/N: Woah! Two chapters in one day? Is it Christmas? Nope. I'm just feeling extra author-y today :)
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"I don't get it Trunks," I muttered into the pillow at his darkened silhouette, now setting on the edge of my bed with his head in his hands. I hadn't returned any of his drunken kisses, I hadn't really wanted to. That was a shocker even to me. I jumped slightly when he sighed.

"I don't think she's the one for me Ten," it was all he said and it got my heart pounding. His eyes peered over his shoulder and locked with mine, "I don't think she's the one." He almost growled it that time.

Seriously, I was getting sick of his mood changes. I was going to suggest hormone pills just as he swiped away a few tears. I rolled my eyes, almost disgusted with the way he was acting, "Trunks, you've just got cold feet, I mean the wedding is a month and a half away—"

"It's in three days…" he interrupted me.

My onyx colored eyes widened, "Three days? When did it change?" I propped up on my elbow staring at the back of his head carefully. I thought I was going to vomit my heart out.

"She thinks she's pregnant…" his voice was hoarse and hollow.

I didn't know when I had started crying, but I wiped my eyes with the backs of my hands quietly and let out a sigh, "Man," I didn't know how to sound like a friend. I didn't know what to say, "That's got to suck…" I let out a soft chuckle.

He only made a gurgling noise. It sounded like a mixture of disgust and confusion. I almost grinned. They'd already messed their life up together, thank you Kami for karma.

"Goten, I don't love her!" he heaved a soft whine and fell back on the bed, almost crashing the back of his head into my face.

I just stared blankly down at him, "Well obviously if you didn't love her, you wouldn't have asked her to marry you," I pointed out wittily. Just for good measure I added, "And if you love someone you should be with them no matter what," I cocked an eyebrow, as if to emphasize my point.

He groaned and dragged the pillow from under my elbow and covered his face and mumbled dully inside of it, "I'm just thinking it's a little rushed is all, I mean, this discussion happened a few nights ago when I brought up getting a pre-nup," he looked back at me, "Ya know, a marriage agreement that if she and I ever divorce she gets nothing of my inheritance unless we have a child." His own hues turned to stare at the ceiling for a few moments.

"Did she just come blurt it out?" I pried, I didn't really know what I was getting myself into, but curiosity couldn't hurt.

He sighed, "No, not then. It's like she had been dropping subtle hints, but I just didn't want to realize she might be," he squeezed his eyes shut, "She told me just now. Before she left, err; well actually before the party ended. We announced it right there and spontaneously decided to get married in three days, rather than a month or two—"

"Month and a half," I corrected him.

He sounded like he wanted to die. It was like a strangled sob that racked his body. He dry sobbed for a few moments, and then I awkwardly patted his shoulders. He cried harder then. I frowned, a line creasing in between my eyebrows. Trunks was acting a whole lot weirder than usual. I mean, sure we had our hands down one another's pants and quite a few situations where either of us was face first in a pillow, but this was beyond that weird. He came in here whining and complaining about Marron, desperately making out with me, and now he was crying his heart out.

I almost grinned. Almost.

"Trunks," I tried to soothe him, "Why don't you just…" I frowned; I couldn't tell him to tell her not to have the kid. I sighed softly and pulled his much tanner frame against me. He instantly wrapped his arms around my shoulders and buried his face in the crook of my neck. I shuddered. He wrapped his leg lazily over mine, I bit my bottom lip.

"Goten, can I sleep with you?" his voice was hoarse from crying.

I nodded numbly and traced small circular patterns on his back, listening to him sob over some silly girl. I almost wanted to tell him the perfect person for him was right here, holding him. I sighed to myself and rested my cheek on the top of his head, moments like these made me not hate him as bad anymore. "Trunks, just marry her," I croaked, my heart literally felt like it was breaking. I couldn't believe I just said that to him.

Trunks inhaled, it felt nice against the skin of my throat, and I shivered. He nodded, "O-okay. If you think so…" But he didn't make an effort to move. He didn't crawl off me and say thanks for helping him. He just laid there, breathing in my scent and driving me crazy.

I curled a fistful of his purple locks in my fingers and his lips met mine halfway. He growled and pinned me, I merely smirked against his lips. He always was more fun when he was angry. I bit his bottom lip roughly and he let out a strangled moan that he clumsily covered up with another growl. I grinned again. I did love teasing him and he would be lying if he said he didn't love my teasing.

Trunks whined and ran his free hand down my side and held my waist in a firm yet soft grip. I groaned against his lips and he smirked. I hated it when he turned the tables on me. He sighed against my half-open mouth and released my hands, not like I couldn't have pried his off mine anyways, and fell limp against my chest.

I chuckled, he was goofy. I shoved him off top of me and peered at him sideways, he was grinning at me. I rolled my own onyx colored eyes and turned my back to him, "Go to sleep…"

I didn't see the way his eyes traced the muscle cuts in my back. I didn't see the way he wiped a tear. I didn't hear his thoughts willing me to take back what I said. But I did feel him scoot up behind me and place his forehead in the center of my back. His arms wrapped around my middle, and that's the way we slept.