I'm between projects, so I decided to post a little something small to past time while we're polishing the third chapter of Stolen Miracles. Features a mid-pregnancy Pan and a loving Trunks, as well as some of the other members of the Son and Briefs families. TxP, GxB, and UxM with a dash of other pairings. Enjoy the shot.
New A/N: I decided to repost DoF as an ongoing fic, instead of doing a sequel. I'm also doing this to get rid of the notices I posted. Stay tuned!
Pan smiled in her sleep as a warm body wrapped around hers, large, hot hands caressing her round belly. A soft purr escaped her, and she snuggled back into the strong chest behind her, "Trunks-kun..." soft, warm lips pressed against her shoulder, humming with a deep chuckle, "Time to wake up, Pan-Chan, our families will be here soon." She groaned and touched his hand, "I'm not ready to get up. Your daughter is still sleepy."
Trunks laughed again, nuzzling her shoulder, "I'm sorry, love, but I have to disturb our princess's rest to get ready for the party." She sighed and tried to sit up. Her husband watched her struggle, smiling humorously. "Trunks-kun, help..." she whined, "You know I can barely move like this." He laughed and gently supported her so she could get enough leverage to roll out of bed. She slugged him in the arm, "ignoramus."
Pan stood, steadying herself on the headboard before waddling around the room to gather her necessary items for her morning shower. Trunks watched her, marveling at the beauty she naturally exuded. The presence of their imminent child only enhanced her perfection. Soft, wavy black hair trailed down her back in a loose ponytail, slightly curled at the end. Bangs fell messily over her thin, arched brows, highlighting her blue black eyes. She looked over at him, a small grin highlighting her small features. Everything about her, including height, was small, save for her eyes. They were large, inviting portals into her very soul. His eyes roved down lower, to the prominent bulge under her choice of pajamas, one of his shirts. The blue fabric rippled as their child awakened beneath her skin.
Pan smiled wider, placing a hand on the little ripples, "Hi, Hanora." A definite foot-like shape pushed against her skin, and she laughed, "Good morning to you, too, baby girl." She finished gathering her things and glanced at Trunks, "care to join me?" he smiled, "I thought you'd never ask."
(A/N: Hanora's name is, obviously, inspired by Gohan's name. )
*after a hot shower*
Pan dried her hair and put on a maternity dress. The fabric was lavender and slinky. The dress was a strapless sweetheart neckline with an empire waist, fitting snuggly to her swelling bust and falling loosely over her bulge to dangle around her upper calves. She braided her hair up and pinned it in an elaborate bun with a purple blossom pinned to the formation. She waddled her way down to the kitchen to start breakfast while her husband finished drying off and dressing. The pregnant Son-Briefs Vegeta woman found the makings for an all-out omelet and started mixing everything up in a large bowl. Knowing their appetites, she used two whole cartons of eggs, ten bell peppers, fifteen onions, and plenty of cheese, meats, and a touch of pepper and garlic to give the omelets a kick.
As she poured the last of the batch of omelets, warm arms wrapped snuggly around her curvy, gravid form. Pan laughed and laid her head against his shoulder, "I hope you like omelets, Trunks-kun, because I had a bad egg craving this morning." Trunks nuzzled her hair, "I'll eat anything you cook, Panny; you know that." She snickered, "I shouldn't have asked; the fact that you're half-saiyan should be enough of a testament." His hands rubbed her belly slowly, and several little nudges hit his palms.
"Oh, hello," Trunks turned Pan around so he could kneel and speak to their child, "good morning, Princess." The baby kicked rapidly in response to her father's voice, "We can't wait to meet you, baby girl."
There was only a little over two months left until Hanora's due date and her parents couldn't be any happier and anxious. Pan had chosen a home water-birth with her mother delivering the baby because, obviously, the news would be all over whatever hospital they chose. Between Pan's grandfathers and Trunks's mother, they had more than enough famous blood running through their veins. The birth of a child between the two would only stir up more chaos, so it was best to keep the event out of the news.
The doorbell rang, shattering the loving bubble that had formed around the soon-to-be family. Trunks pressed a soft, loving kiss against his wife's stomach and walked into the foyer to get the door, "Hey, Goten, imouto-chan, nephew."
Bra smiled softly as she cradled her seven month old son in her arms. Geta Son giggled at the sight of his uncle, reaching out eagerly. Goten wrapped an arm around his wife, smiling his usual grin, "are we too early?" Trunks rolled his eyes as he took his nephew in his arms, "It never ceases to amaze me how you always come here right after Pan gets done cooking a meal. Do you have a built in radar or something?" Goten laughed, scratching the back of his head sheepishly; a gesture reminiscent of his father, "Nah, Trunks, I just had good luck and timing."
"Uncle Goten? Bra-chan?" Everyone looked up as Pan waddled into the foyer, smiles taking over. Bra pushed past her brother, "Pan-chan, you've gotten so big!"
Pan laughed, "Isn't that what pregnant women are supposed to do?" the close friends hugged, though Bra jumped back as her niece started kicking with a vengeance.
"She just woke up and she's excited." Pan explained cheerfully, cradling her bump. "Awww, hi, angel!" Bra leaned down to kiss Pan's tummy, "so, you needed help preparing stuff for the reunion?" the quarter saiyan nodded, "that would be wonderful. Between Hano-chan kicking and your silly niichan, I haven't gotten much done. She's an active child and he's just distracting in his own way." Bra nodded, "yup, but you didn't grow up with him. Let's get this stuff set up and finished so there'll be a party for everyone to come to tonight."
"Can I eat while we do this? Hano-chan's hungry."
"*sigh*. Whatever you'd like, Pan-chan."
*Several hours later*
Pan finished artfully setting a table, humming quietly to the sleeping baby in her womb. She and Bra were nearly done with the tables, now they just needed the guys to set out the heavier heating equipment for the buffet. She sighed, staring at her tummy, "This would be so much easier if you were here already, Hanora." The baby did a roll, proving she actually hadn't been asleep, and Pan rolled her eyes.
"Need some help?" Pan turned around at the familiar voice, "Mama, Papa!" she waddled over to her smiling parents and hugged each of them.
"How've you been, Panny?" Videl asked, laying a hand on her daughter's stomach. "Great, the baby and I are fine, what with my husband pampering us day in and out." Pan and her mother shared a laugh, and Hanora kicked a little at the noise.
"Two more months... are you scared hon?" Pan shrugged, "I'm not sure yet, maybe I'll be able to answer that when I go into labor." Gohan wrapped her up in a warm hug, and Videl smiled at the sight. "Papa is grandma Chichi here, yet?" she asked softly, "I know she probably wants to fluster over me and Hanora."
Videl gasped, "You named her already?" she nodded, "Her first name is Hanora. It was inspired by Papa's name." Gohan chuckled and kissed the top of Pan's head, "I can't wait to meet her, Pan-chan."
*Before the party*
"Pan, you look so beautiful." Bra sighed, putting the finishing touches on Pan. The party was a pseudo baby shower for her and Trunks, rather than a simple reunion with their friends. Pan wore a spaghetti strap empire waist gown. It was a pale lavender, almost white, and low-cut in the back. The skirt fell gracefully over her stomach, draping to the ground and covering her toes, trailing behind her when she walked. Her hair hung loose down her back, save for a braid at her hairline, going all the way around her head. Her make-up was simple, nothing too drastic. Just a bit of pink gloss and mascara to enhance her glowing face. She forewent shoes, opting for bare feet once more.
"Niichan, I know you're outside the door, come on in and check out my master piece." Bra called teasingly.
"About time, imouto... chan..." Trunks trailed off, his eyes locked on the beautiful form of his wife. The glow she constantly exuded had been magnified tenfold.
Pan gave him a shy smile, "Trunks-kun, how do I look?" he took a slow breath, still bottling his utter amazement, "you look... wow, Pan-chan, you're... you're stunning." She beamed at him, "I'd hope so. She's kept me prisoner in here for so long." He took her hand, helping her to her feet, "let's get down to the party, everyone's waiting." She leaned into his side, letting him feel their daughter moving around within her. He placed a large hand on her bump and kissed her affectionately, "let's get out there, Panny." She smiled and allowed him to lead her down the stairs, out onto the patio where everyone waited.
"Oh, Pan-chan!"
"Trunks-kun!"
Pan laughed as the Z-Senshi showered them in greetings and well wishes for their princess. The reunion/shower was officially in full swing. Marron squealed over the sight of her pregnant friend, hugging her tightly.
"I can't believe you're finally making me an auntie! I thought I'd only get a niece or nephew from Bra." Pan laughed and pecked Marron's cheek, "Well, your wish has been granted." The two women hugged again, discussing baby plans.
"Can't keep your eyes off of her, can you?" Uub asked, amused.
Trunks tore his gaze away from his lovely wife, "huh?" Goten and Uub laughed at his confusion.
"Man," Goten teased, "your eyes have barely left my niece all night."
Trunks huffed, "She's gotten even more irresistible now that she's pregnant. She's just... Dende, she's glowing so much I can't help but watch her."
Goten laughed, nodding in agreement, "I felt the same way when Bra was pregnant with Geta. Pregnancy is a beautiful thing, huh?"
Uub nodded, "The girls were already irresistible beforehand, but there's just something about them carrying our child that's just hypnotic."
Trunks smirked, "and don't forget the overprotective instincts."
Goten chuckled, "Bra nearly maimed me because of that."
Trunks smirked, "I'd imagine she would. She is half-Vegeta after all, and she's never liked being coddled." The younger Son brother rolled his eyes, "please, Pan-Chan's the queen of non-coddling."
His lavender haired friend shrugged, "she's mellowed out with the pregnancy. She fought me at first, but now, she's always willing to snuggle. It's cute-" a small hand thwapped against the back of his head, "you're not supposed to tell my uncle and Uub about how the pregnancy has screwed over my hormones."
Trunks turned around and hugged Pan to his chest, "Why, Panny? Don't want them to know there's a big softie underneath that tough exterior?" she blushed and hid her face in her husband's chest.
"It's alright, Pan-chan, having a child changes you a lot." Bra spoke up, coming over with Geta on her hip. The small child gurgled softly, his blue eyes glowing with joy. "Dah!" Goten laughed and took his son, smoothing a hand over his soft, spiky hair. Geta laughed and wrapped his tail around his Papa's wrist.
Pan and Trunks watched, hardly able to wait until their own offspring arrived. Judging by the ultra sound, Hanora had a fluffy little tail that Pan couldn't wait to have wrapped around her wrist. Trunks kissed the top of her head and whispered, "Soon, that'll be us." She grinned and nodded, "two months."
Marron and Uub's three month old daughter, Amara, was on the other side of the party, with her grandmother, who was showing her off to Bulma, Videl, and Chichi. Marron left her husband's side to go retrieve her angel, and he watched her go with a soft smile.
"Awww, you're so cute, Uub-chan." Bra snickered, nudging him playfully. He blushed under his deep tan, looking away shyly. The group shared a laugh at his suspense.
*After the party*
"Be careful, Pan-Chan. These last two months are the most crucial in your pregnancy." Chichi said softly, kissing her granddaughter's forehead.
"Okay, Grandma, I'll be careful. Trunks hasn't let me lift a finger since I found out I was pregnant." Trunks poked in, "with much resistance and rebellion on her part." She hit him, "shut up, Trunks."
Chichi laughed, "Well, in that case, you should be fine. I'll see you in a while."
Bulma and Vegeta came up; with much reluctance on the Prince's part. "Oh, sweetie, I can't believe you're going to be a daddy," she squealed, pecking Trunks's cheek, "I just hope you're better at it than your father." Vegeta huffed indignantly, "I was a good father, woman!" Bulma rolled her eyes, "sure, after I had Bra." The two settled into an argument, leaving the couple with their eyes rolling.
"You'd better take good care of my baby, Trunks." Videl teased, nudging him playfully. "I will, Videl-Chan, don't worry." He smirked at his wife, "it's me you should be worried about, the way she abuses me-" Pan shoved him, "Stop being a baby, Trunks!" He stumbled away, laughing at her mild irritation. Gohan wrapped an arm around his giggling wife, "well, your mother and I are headed home. Call us if you need anything." Pan nodded, "Of course, Papa." They shared farewell kisses and hugs before parting ways...
*later that evening*
Soon, everyone was gone, and Pan was getting out of the shower and getting into her chosen pajamas, one of her husband's shirts. Trunks was dressed in a pair of sweats and no shirt. Pan waddled over to the bed and pulled back the sheets, yawning. Trunks helped her get settled comfortably before spooning behind her. She snuggled into his chest, purring softly at the comfort he exuded.
"I love you, Panny." He murmured, pressing his nose against her hair. It smelt like jasmine, strawberries, and white amber, her favorite shampoo.
(A/N: That scent is 'Secret Wonderland' at Bath and Body Works.)
"I love you, too, Trunks." she replied, overlapping his hands where they lay on her stomach, feeling their daughter relax into slumber for the night. "Good night, Princess." Trunks whispered, feeling his wife drifting away into the land of Nod. His own eyes began to droop as sleepiness claimed him, filling his mind with dreams of a beautiful little girl who looked just like his Panny...
And that's the end of my fluffy fic. I hope you guys enjoyed it, because I enjoyed writing it. Leave me some love.