A/N: TopazDragon98: Yes, a prison warden job for our mighty Vegeta :p Trunks and Pan fan 4ever 333, Super Pan-chan, V-ChanLSSJ, SweetenedSky, Katie-pan-chan, Dbzlover500, lunartoeternalbluecomplete, LiliersChan, Thank you for your continued reviews! XxSassyGirlxx I'm glad I got a new laptop too haha thanks! Power9987 When I first read your review I thought you said you liked the story until that chapter, then I finished reading it haha thank you so much! TP4Life, your name says it all haha here you go. I love my Goten. His troubled soul deserves a happy ending too, no?

:*: My Haven :*:

Normalcy. That was all that Trunks wanted. Something familiar, somewhere safe, someone he could go to. He thought that of all people, Pan would be his warmth, his haven, but now he found himself fleeing from her. Accelerating faster and faster away from the numerous problems he caused to those he cared about most.

Seeing her face for the first time in six months, he wanted nothing more than to pull her into him, smell her hair, touch her soft, warm skin. But she wouldn't let him near her, because of their unborn child.

Panic set in. Unborn child... He felt like he was in a nightmare, the kind where no matter how hard you try to run, you weren't going anywhere.

She revealed her secret to him, and his heart jumped into his throat. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. All five of his senses shut down. His blank eyes could no nothing more but fixate on her abdomen. He didn't hear the words she said when her lips began to move. For him, the world just stopped. His feet finally took the reins, carrying his numb, stupefied body away from its final source of affliction.

They led his emotionally exhausted body to his truck, lunging him into the driver seat, waiting for him to gain any ounce of alertness to put the key into the ignition and accelerate. Escape to somewhere he knew, someone who could comfort him, somewhere he could find any drop of himself from six months ago.

He had nowhere to go.

That realization struck him hard as he rested his forehead against his steering wheel, closing his heavy eyelids as his thoughts slowly began to resurface one by one.

I'm so tired.. I've been on a plane for hours, thrown into a completely different time zone.. jet lag... Sleep, I just want to sleep, and wake up to the way things used to be... Before I sold out my own mother. Before Pan got preg-

He slammed on his brakes in the middle of the vacant street, thrusting his door open just in time to lurch his head out, heaving any and all food and fluid from his stomach. He panted in between episodes until they finally became less violent, less frequent, then stopped altogether.

He slunk his body against the doorframe of the truck, his chest rising and falling with every long, slow breath.

He couldn't go home, Goten was... different now. He was more guarded, not to mention that he had been ignoring Trunks for the past four months for reasons formerly unknown to him. He began to think it was related to the preg- No, he couldn't even think about that word. He began to think it was related to Pan's condition. That's better.

He couldn't go back to his old room at his parent's house. His mother would be there, waiting for the news that she wanted to hear.

He closed his heavy blue eyes once more, taking in the bitter cold night air. He had one place left to go.

"Trunks! Hey man, it's great to see you! I gotta say, I wasn't expecting a personal visit from you. Which must mean..." Goku's chipper expression darkened with concern as he took in Trunks' appearance, then remembered everything that the young man had to come home to. The poor guy looked as if he was about to fall over. "Come in, come in. Let's talk."

Trunks removed his jacket and hung it over the kitchen chair he slid himself onto. Just last year on Christmas everyone was in this cozy house, eating, laughing, opening gifts. He frowned even more as he thought about how different Christmas would be this year.

That was also the time Pan found out about her mother's illness. Now she was preg-, now she was expecting... Trunks rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, as if trying to rub the thoughts, the words, the images from his mind.

Goku twisted open two bottles of beer, setting one in front of each of them as he joined him at the table. "What's on your mind, Trunks?" Goku was worried, as was Chichi as she made a silent entrance, standing back near the counter to listen. Neither of the boys were aware of her presence.

"Did you know?" Was all Trunks could think to ask. His head was rested on his fist as his free hand gripped his beer, taking a swig here and there.

Goku exhaled through pursed lips. He had a pretty good idea as to what the frightened young man was referring to. "She barely told us a week ago at Thanksgiving. She looked as terrified as you do about now."

This made Trunks feel worse. "She was at her parent's house... I saw her and I couldn't breathe... I saw it and I couldn't move, couldn't think... I just..." Trunks groaned in frustration. "I just fucking walked out without saying anything! I left her there, alone, again..."

Chichi made her presence known now, pacing to the young man's side with a comforting hand to his shoulder. Her and Goku could both see he was really beating himself up over everything he was going through.

"Trunks, you're young, you're scared. It's completely natural. When I announced to Goku that I was pregnant for the first time, he was so excited. He took it like I had just told him he was getting a new car." She smiled sweetly at her husband.

Trunks wasn't sure why she was telling him this, but if she had meant to make him feel like shit was above him on the chain of reverence, she had succeeded.

"But when Gohan found out Videl was expecting," he paused to chuckle with his wife as the two shared a flashback. "That man was a wreck! You gotta remember they were only twenty years old at the time, both in college, both barely getting by financially as is. He looked like Bambi did when her mother got shot. Very quiet, he closed himself off from us, even from Videl as he worked in his mind the way he does. Brilliant kid I tell ya. He wasn't regretting the fact that he wasn't more careful, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to give his little girl the things he never had, the upbringing that she deserved."

"That tightness you feel inside of you, it's not regret." Chichi began. "It's fear. This is a whole new world for you and Pan. You're feeling fear of stepping into the unknown, fear of not being able to provide for someone you and Pan are about to fall hopelessly in love with."

Trunks was quiet for a moment. He was so glad he decided to come here. They were right. He was feeling a fear unlike one that he had felt before. He was relieved knowing that it wasn't regret now. He loved Pan, he couldn't imagine being with anybody else. They just fit so well together, and now they were bringing a being into this world, one mixed with just the two of them.

They were both young and in college, but so were Gohan and Videl, and Goku and Chichi. He no longer had a job waiting for him after college, no financial security to provide for them, but he would do just as Gohan and Goku did, and work from the bottom up.

"I can't thank you two enough. Sorry for coming in so late." He glanced over at the clock, noting it was only around nine pm, but a little late for a spontaneous visit.

"What're you sorry for? We missed you. Glad you came to us. If you need a place to stay, Goten's room is open. We also have the couch." Goku offered. Physically the young man looked worn, but he could see just a tad more life in his eyes now.

Trunks thought for a moment. "Thanks, Goku. I would accept your offer, but now there's something I need to take care of."

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Gohan was seated in his living room, once occupied by Pan who had a very brief visit from Trunks just over an hour ago. He hated seeing his daughter like this. Scared, upset, crying, it really takes a toll on a parent. Videl set her steaming cup of tea on the coffee table in front of them and curled into his side, both of them feeling useless in this situation.

"I think she's asleep now. I stood at the door for almost two minutes, didn't hear a sound."

Gohan sighed. He remembered how it was when he found out Videl was pregnant. It took him a couple days to grow accustomed to the idea, but he never walked out on her, left her alone, left her to cry by herself.

Videl could feel him grow tense beneath her. "Gohan, whatever you're thinking just stop. He's going through a lot. He'll come around. And if he doesn't, then I grant you permission to kick his ass." She chuckled, kissing him softly on his jawline.

His muscles relaxed as he kissed her back. "Fine. I give him 6 more hours max."

Videl took a sip of her tea, then spread a blanket over her and her husband as they both selected a movie from the pay-per-view channel. As the introductory credits ceased, a familiar tune jingled from the kitchen. "Honey, isn't that your phone?"

Gohan heard it too. "Yeah, be right back." It was the ringtone he had set for family members. He glanced at the screen, his body growing tense once more once he saw the name. "Hey." He listened as the voice on the other end spoke. "Yeah, I'll leave the door unlocked."

xXxXxXx

As promised, the front door to the Son home was unlocked. Trunks quietly let himself in, locking it behind him, and made his way towards the stairwell. Gohan and Videl were still awake on the couch, curled up underneath a blanket watching a movie. Trunks shyly waved his hand, receiving a grin from Videl and a simple head nod from Gohan, then made his way up the stairs.

He couldn't get over how much of a home-like feeling this house had, he had always envied Goten and Pan for that. The low volume and the flickering light dancing on the walls from the television in the living room just added to the effect.

He paused in front of her door, his fingers sliding against the wood as he stalled.

'Just remember, Trunks. Every second, minute, hour, and day you spend hesitating, just adds to every moment that she spends alone, and scared.' Chichi had told him just before he left.

He wouldn't make her wait anymore. She had spent six months carrying this secret to herself, he wanted nothing more than to ease her worries and see her smile again.

He closed the door shut behind him, using the small amount of lighting from the window to guide his way to her bedside. She always slept on the right side of her bed. He squatted down to his knees, and watched her in her sleep.

Through the minimum visibility he had, he could make out her face, just two feet away from his. He brought his hand to her hair, her soft, dark hair that he had longed to touch for six months. She didn't move.

His hand combed down her neck, across her collar bone, and to her chin, his thumb caressing her cheek.

Through the darkness, he heard a panicked gasp as she pulled away. "Who's there?!"

He laughed softly. "It's me."

She leaned away from him to reach her lamp switch, the light finally revealing what they had both yearned to see for so long.

Her puffy eyes remained on him, afraid that he would be walking out on her again.

He remained on the floor, his arms resting on the bed as his hands toyed with each other nervously. Now it was his turn to speak while she sat there in shock. "I'm so sorry..." He began, her eyes fell from his, her concerns coming true.

He's regretting that this happened... He's regretting this child inside of me... Maybe it was because she had six months to adjust to him, but she no longer felt regret for keeping him, or for getting knocked up. She was warming up to the idea of being a mother, especially after seeing how excited her mother and father were.

"I went to your grandparent's house after I left here... Pan, I was scared to death, still am. But after talking to them, I realized that we have made the luckiest child alive. Look at our families, sure we have some loose screws here and there, but damn no matter what happens, we'll have someone to turn to, someone to help us if we fall short somewhere." Trunks reassured not only her, but himself.

No matter what happened with either of the situations he was in, he had help.

"If she feels like she can't come to us for something, she can always go to Grandpa Vegeta, or Great Grandpa Goku-"

"She?" Pan's smile spread into a grin as her concerns diminished. He seemed so excited about this, talking about their child in the long run. From the content of his discussion, he was unsure of himself as a parent, as was she, but like he said, their child had a lot of loving family members he could count on.

"She, yeah, it's a girl, right?" Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure why he assumed it was a girl.

"Trunks, I can't wait to tell your son that you called him a girl." She laughed as his face hit the mattress, coming back up with a grin that met his hopeful eyes.

"Can I come near you yet?" He asked coyly.

"I've been waiting for you for six months, why make me wait longer?"

Finally, he stood to his feet and slid next to her. Their foreheads rested against each other as they took in each others scent, smoothed their palms against each other for the first time, then he took her mouth in his.

He wasn't sure what the rules were with sex and pregnancy, besides, they were in her parent's house. All he needed tonight was his bare chest pressed against her back, his legs tangled with hers, his nose pressed against her hair.

His hand smoothed up and down her side, cautiously avoiding her stomach. Hesitating to make contact with his son.

He laid there in the dark for minutes, just caressing her clothed body underneath her shirt. As her mere presence lulled him into accepting sleep; promised him that this wasn't a dream, she'd be here in the morning; his hand made its final move, smoothing over her stomach and resting there for the remainder of the night. After six long disastrous months, he was finally home where he wanted to be with the love of his life and his unborn son. His haven.

xXxXxXx

A/N: This chapter was kind of short, but I figured I'd get it out there before some of you died from waiting.

Fade into You by Mazzy Star, my inspiration for the TP reunion. :) Good, mellow song.

Sigh. I need a Trunks in my life. Just without the knocking me up part.