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Her Prince	By : HollyHK Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Trunks/Pan Views: 1714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

For the next month, life was flawless for Pan. She rarely came home to her parents, for she and Trunks were inseparable. Gohan, Videl and Bulma were delighted at their apparent relationship; Vegeta, however, remained stunned that his blood had fallen for his previous enemy's granddaughter. Pan and Trunks now spent their lunch breaks together by visiting various restaurants throughout the city. She and Bulla had come closer as well by shopping together on Saturdays.
Their lovemaking was perfect. Pan could not get enough of the feeling of opening her eyes to see her naked, sleeping prince. She had gotten so used to falling asleep to his warm body, she could not sleep in her own bed at her parents' home, for her world now revolved around her career and the love of her life.
On a simple, casual day, Pan stepped through her employer's doors and clocked in at the tiny machine on the second floor. She rode the elevator down to the ground and walked over to her desk. Only two minutes after she started paperwork, a middle aged man walked quickly through the open glass doors.
"Hi! Welcome to Capsule Corporation! How may I help you?"
"I have an appointment at nine with the CEO, regarding a business deal," the man said proudly.
"What is your name sir?" she asked, politely.
"What!? You don't know my name?" The man was taken aback.
Pan raised her eyebrow. "No, I don't. I've never seen you before."
"How dare you, you little brat!" He was enraged. "My computer business is more popular than Capsule Corporation!"
"… Brat?" Pan's eyes teared up.
"The name is Chin Sagu. I demand you to sign me in!"
Pan sulked. "Hold on, I will call him…" She picked up her phone like normal routine and pushed Trunks' room number button.
"Capsule Corporation, this is Mr. Briefs speaking!" He said happily.
"Chin Sagu is here for his appointment at nine…" she murmured into the phone.
"Pan? Are you okay?" He stood, concerned.
"No, I'm not."
"I'll be right down." And he hung up.
Almost instantly, Trunks appeared in the receptionist area, first noticing Pan fighting back tears. Mr. Sagu put on an enthusiastic smile. "Ah, Mr. Briefs! It's wonderful to see you!"
"What did you do to Pan?" He turned to him, angry.
"I did nothing, sir! She merely wasn't doing her job!" He yelled in defense.
"Refused to do my job!?" She stood, tears falling from her eyes, pure rage in her eyes. "You're the one that walked through these doors and put me down just because I didn't know who you were!"
"Excuse me?" Trunks' eyebrows lowered to the man. "Sir, let's discuss this in the other room."
With that, Mr. Sagu followed Trunks to the conference room. Pan broke down at her desk and cried hysterically. Why would she cry at the name 'brat'? She was Pan, not a baby! It was out of her control when more tears fell from her eyes. She silently prayed no one would come in and see her like this. She had tried to stop crying but the tears and emotion would not stop. She wrote a small note to Trunks and left it on her desk. She took her purse and walked to the bathroom in an attempt to calm herself down.
She grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser and sat on the floor for a few moments as she dabbed her eyes. She finally found the strength to stand and washed her face. She sniffled one last time before she corrected a small smudge of her makeup.
Pan opened the door and found Trunks standing there, waiting on her. Pan's heart melted at the sight of him and felt relief swell inside of her. "Where's Sagu?"
"I took care of him," he smiled. "He won't be back."
She sighed. "Was his offer not high enough?"
"No. His price was fine. He just messed with my favorite receptionist."
"I love you," she mumbled.
He placed his finger underneath her chin and gave her a soft kiss. "I love you too. I have a new job for you."
"What?" her eyes widened.
He flashed a smile while he held up the remainder of her belongings that she left behind at her desk.
Pan and Trunks had decided to drive in his car on their lunch break. He had considered a promotion for her within the past two weeks and he decided to upgrade her career as his personal assistant. Her new job consisted of assisting him with his paperwork, asking her opinion on offers, and taking care of basic amenities, like re-filling the coffee machine during business meetings and re-stocking the small snack bar.
"Where would you like to eat today?" Trunks turned to her, smiling.
"I'm actually in the mood for a foot long egg salad," she replied, giggling.
"That actually sounds good." He turned onto First street and stopped at the red light. Never did he feel he would see the day where he would treat Pan to lunch. The news of their relationship had yet to come to the Capsule Corporation with the exception of Bulma, who was retired and rarely appeared in the company. He still had to cope with his father's shocked expressions that fix on him every time he had come home from work; he believed Vegeta felt some sort of shame of his son falling in love with Kakarot's granddaughter. Like adapting to the lives of earthlings, he would adapt to this too; All he needed was several years to come to terms.
He chuckled to himself, thinking of his father as he pulled into the parking lot of the small Submarine sandwich shop. When the couple exited the sports car, Pan locked arms with the CEO and walked in; the smell of the delicious food hypnotized her. They got behind the short line of those placing orders.
Another worker appeared from the back and smiled at Pan and Trunks. "Welcome! How may I help you today?"
"I want a foot long egg salad, add pickles, bacon and extra mayonnaise please," She smiled. Trunks blinked in her direction, though she seemed unfazed.
"What can I get for you sir?" The worker turned to him.
"I'll have a foot long teriyaki chicken sub, please," he nodded.
Pan watched the lady pull out the freshly toasted bread from the oven. The worker reached over and opened the container of egg salad. The smell of it drifted underneath Pan's nose. Suddenly, she felt a wave of nausea. Covering her mouth, she turned to Trunks. "On second thought, I'll have what you're having."
With that, she ran to the bathroom.
"Pan! Wait!" Trunks yelled, confused.
He turned to the dumbfounded cook. "I'm so sorry. Make that two teriyaki subs."
He dashed out of the line and followed her to the bathrooms. His eyes widened in horror when his ears filled with the sounds of violent vomiting and gagging, as though she was choking. It had lasted for several minutes and he was unsure of what to do, with the exception of allowing his worry to grow. "Pan! Honey! Are you okay!?" Relief coming to his face, he heart the toilet flushing and the sound of water running. About a minute later, Pan slowly walked out of the bathroom. "Pan…" He offered his arms to lean on, cautious.
"I'm fine, Trunks…" Pan wiped tears from her eyes. "I don't know what happened. I guess I shouldn't eat any more donuts for breakfast." She weakly laughed.
Trunks blinked at her in concern. "Do you still want to try to eat here?"
"Definitely," she smiled. Confused, he escorted her to a table by the large windows, keeping an eye on how she acted.
"What do you want to drink?" He asked her.
"Just water would be okay," She observed the look on his face. "Trunks, I'm fine!"
"I know… I'm just worried about you."
She laughed with a little more energy this time. "Just go get our food."
This made Trunks smile; nothing could bring his Pan down. "All right."
As Trunks approached the counter, Pan began feeling cramps in her lower stomach. Of all the times to have stomach pain, she had thought. She smiled at all the symptoms that seemed to hit her. Not only had she developed the stomach flu, she was ready to start her…
She paused. Her mind automatically started doing the math. Her period ended a week before the ball, which was the eighteenth of August. Her period was due to start around the ninth, and it was the thirtieth of the month of September. She was almost a month late! She immediately dismissed the sudden lack of menses to the stress and sudden change of her environment; it was a mere coincidence.
Trunks came back with the subs and drinks on a tray. Pan ate carefully, cautious that her body would reject it. Instead, her body happily welcomed it. She scarfed it down before Trunks was halfway done. He simply watched her with his mouth agape.
"That was delicious. It really hit the spot," she said confidently. She sipped on her water and looked out the window.
"You sound so much like Goku," Trunks laughed.
"Ha ha, very funny, Trunks," She chuckled with him. "Oh! By the way, we are out of Styrofoam cups. I will make a quick run to the supermarket." She gave Trunks a quick kiss on the cheek. "I will be back to work in plenty of time."
Trunks raised an eyebrow as he watched her exit the restaurant and fly away. "Boy, is she acting weird today. The shipment of cups just came yesterday."
Pan landed in front of the doors to the local supermarket down the street from the Capsule Corporation. She walked through the double doors and walked down the aisles to find the cups. She found the largest package available and picked it up effortlessly. While walking to the cash register, her eyes wondered and saw the sign 'feminine care.'
"Well, I might as well buy some tampons while I'm here," she said cheerfully. "It will start any day now."
She walked down the aisle north of her and picked up a box. She looked to the top shelf unconsciously and saw a line of pregnancy tests.
"This is stupid," she murmured to herself. "I'll prove myself wrong."
With that, she picked up a test.
After a beautiful night of lovemaking, Pan waited until her prince was asleep. She picked up the small bag of goods she privately purchased earlier that day and quietly sneaked into the small bathroom downstairs. She silently shut the door behind her.
She reached into the plastic bag and pulled out the small box that she spontaneously purchased earlier that day. She froze momentarily, staring at the packaging. “Pan, you’re a dumb-ass.” She removed the test and followed the exact instructions. The two minutes of waiting time was grueling. She paced back and forth in the small space, biting her lip and rocking back and forth when she stood. She then sat on the toilet with her head between her legs, moaning at the nausea that lightly creeped inside of her. She could not believe she had wasted her money and time doing something she felt was unnecessary. "This is stupid," she had said again.
She finally stood once she felt it had been two minutes, confident of the results and walked over to her test. She picked it up, determined to shut the nagging feeling up. All she saw was a very dark, pink, unmistakable +.
Pan was wrong.
"P-Positive….?" Her mind went numb as she dropped the test in shock. She fell backwards into a sitting position on the floor against the wall. "It's…. positive?"
Her brain was flooded with millions of questions, all of which she had asked out loud. "How am I going to tell Trunks? My parents? His parents? What am I going to do? I'm only seventeen. Will Trunks leave?" She then felt a fluttery movement, followed by a small push in her lower stomach. She gasped. "Oh, my gosh." Her eyes widened in horror, staring at the test that fell face-up onto the floor a foot away from her. Her chin trembled in fear. What in the hell was she going to do?
When she finally found the strength to stand after the stunning revelation, she collected all of the stray stuff and hid it in her pajama pockets. She shredded the pregnancy test box and instructions and threw them in the trash can. She ran her fingers through her hair, staring at the remnants of what had changed her life forever.
She walked out of the bathroom, knowing that her soul was paralyzed into a numb state. Pan finally looked forward to see where she was going and saw Vegeta standing in her path.
"Who did you sneak into my home?" He asked, angry.
"What?" She was scared. "I don't know what you're talking about. I just went to the bathroom."
"Don’t play games, you fool. Who is it!?" He shouted, peeking inside the empty bathroom.
Pan's eyes widened, afraid and clueless. Naturally, she continued to step back until the wall interrupted her cowering. Vegeta closed in on the teenager with a murderous glare, but then suddenly took two steps back, his snarl turning into a look of shock and disbelief. "It can't be!"
"What?" Pan lowered her eyebrows. Vegeta's eyes rested on her stomach. Confused, she followed his eyes then gasped. "No, Vegeta, no!"
"Trunks…" he was froze. "How could it have a power level this early!?" Pan helplessly watched Vegeta suddenly melt in horror. “What the hell have you done!?”
"I'm sorry, Vegeta…" she found her voice. "I didn't know you would be able to…" Her hand unconsciously lied on her stomach. "I just found out myself. Please don't tell Trunks, Bulma, or my parents, please! I'm not ready to tell them yet!"
"No!" Vegeta snarled. "Don't you understand? While Bulma was pregnant with Trunks or Bulla, I could not sense any energy above the typical human until after they both started walking!"
Pan blinked. "What does that mean?"
"This… baby…" his voice tripped. "It's strong. Very strong."
"Meaning… it's okay in there?" She smiled, hopeful.
"It may be okay, Pan, but I doubt you will be."
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