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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 8

"What is this…?" His deep, concerned voice mumbled.

"I have no idea, Goku. I have no idea."
Goku stood behind King Kai in the other world, holding onto his shoulder gently, racking his brain for answers as he observed Pan’s devouring of the ribs in a way that he had never saw his granddaughter before. Although he went by Vegeta's teachings of the saiyan race, he had never experienced life on his native Planet for he was too young to remember, therefore he was left feeling helpless against this potential threat, and unable to assist his granddaughter and his comrade's son.
“Goku… tell me what you’re thinking,” King Kai’s tone was monotonous.
His pupil sighed. "Gohan was born with a tail, and I felt his power when Chi-Chi was pregnant… but this baby is less than half saiyan and its power level is rising every day!" Goku gradually rose his voice. "Damn it!"
He let go of King Kai's shoulder and slammed his fists into the ground underneath him. Cracks developed several feet as he continued to hit in such emotion.
King Kai turned around, throwing himself back to dodge the large, growing cracks. When Goku ceased, he merely sat on his legs, appearing to stare at his work, only he was in a trance. "Goku, there's nothing you can do. I know you're worried, but Pan is your granddaughter. She'll make it through this."
Nostrils flared and eyebrows lowered, Goku looked to his mentor and slowly nodded. "Thanks, King Kai…” He stood up. “Sorry about that…"
King Kai shone a convincing smile to his pupil, hoping that his advice to Goku was right. He felt the fear of the unknown vibrate from Goku's aura. Even the dead did not know everything in the case of Pan's baby. Just like the remainder of his loved ones he had left behind, all Goku could do was wait and see what the future held.
"Papa! No!"

"I'm sorry, Pan, but you have to tell her yourself."

"But…"
Trunks wrapped his arms around Pan in consolation; Gohan and Videl were greatly urging Pan to visit her grandmother to reveal the news. The beautiful, young woman's eyes widened with great dismay at the thought of her grandmother's reaction.
"It would seem tacky and a tad childish if we did this for you, Pan. You always wanted to grow up when you were younger. Now it's time to do adult things," Videl explained in a serious tone.
Pan looked at Trunks, who appeared clueless on what to say. Pan felt a small kick in her stomach, which lifted her spirits at a considerable level. She stood from the table and smiled, hopeful. "Mama, papa… would you at least come with us?"
Gohan and Videl looked at each other, considering their daughter's proposal. Videl's face slightly soured; though Chi-Chi was one of the sweetest women she had ever met, it was hard watching her mother in law during one of her tantrums, which she knew she would throw at this news. Her father pursed his lips, knowing exactly what Videl's thoughts consisted of. Though he recalled his mother's excitement when she learned of Pan, that reaction was unlikely in her granddaughter's case.
But Gohan was willing to take that chance. "If it will make you feel better…. Yes."
Pan smiled from ear to ear. Trunks nodded in approval as he stood up with her. Videl placed the leftover dishes in the sink to clean for when she returned. Gohan removed his slippers from his feet and instead put his polished work shoes on. Videl quickly placed her pink sandals on her feet as she watched Pan and Trunks walk out the door. Her parents ran after them and jumped into the sky.
Pan's long, dark hair waved and danced in all directions as she flew; her eyes were focused on the beautiful scenery ahead of her. The sky was the boldest and the brightest of blue, as the trees below her were shades of green and brown. It was as though she was flying in a painting. Large, white clouds rested around the sun, which was directly above her.
Though Gohan, Videl and Trunks were behind her, Pan’s fear remained of Chi-Chi's reaction. She loved her only grandmother dearly, yet she feared of what was going to happen. She felt as though her gut was suddenly weighed down with a heavy rock as she thought of each of the scenarios. However, she smiled, for she already conquered one fear today.
Though the flying adventure seemed short, they landed in front of the Son household's door. Pan's face instantly matched the harsh, brutal terror that had been building inside of her. She took a deep, shaky breath as she watched her parents land behind her. Biting her lip, Trunks wrapped his arm around her shoulders and together, they walked closer to the door. Hesitant, Pan quietly knocked. She whimpered when Trunks raised his eyebrow and knocked on the door somewhat louder than her.
Goten answered the door, smiling from ear to ear. "Pan! Trunks! Come in!"
Trunks choked on his own breath, unaware that Goten was at his mother’s home on this day. Goten greeted Gohan and Videl as Pan and Trunks quickly entered the residence through the door, avoiding eye contact with him as they found Chi-Chi at the dinner table, sipping on hot tea.
"Hi, everyone!" She smiled sweetly. "Oh, Pan. You look so radiant today."
Pan's cheeks flushed a deep red. Trunks smiled nervously as Gohan walked forward between Pan and Chi-Chi. "We came here to tell you something."
Chi-Chi's smile fell from her face. "What's wrong?"
Goten said nothing as he watched the small group.
"Pan… care to explain?" Videl folded his arms.
"Uh… I…" Pan looked at her family and Trunks nervously. "Well… See… it's like this…"
"Are you being bullied at the Capsule Corp?" Chi-Chi guessed, eyeing Trunks.
"No, not exactly…" Her voice trailed off. "Grandma… I'm… Er…"
"What is it?"
"I can't do it, papa…" She whispered to her father, hopeless, as she sunk into a chair across from her grandmother.
"Do what?" Chi-Chi's forehead wrinkled.
"Pan, we followed you here to make you feel more comfortable. Tell her," he pushed.
Trunks swallowed hard as he met with Goten's glare.
"Grandma…. I'm…." Her face twisted with her internal agony. "I'm pregnant! Okay? I’m pregnant…"
She cowered immediately by placing her face between her knees, bracing for screams of anger and disappointment. She had counted to twenty yet not the first sound was made; she could hear the birds chirping miles away from the home. Pan slowly lifted her eyes to her grandmother and her uncle, only to meet Goten’s intense glare that had rest on Trunks. Chi-Chi, though, looked as though all of the breath had left her body. When Pan’s face fully appeared to her view again, her small cup of tea had slipped from her fingers and shattered all over the table in front of her. The steaming liquid had elegantly dripped from the edges, onto the elderly woman’s lap, yet she paid no mind, while her stare was fixed on Pan. "…. What?" Pan burst into tears. Trunks had quickly rushed to her side and took her into a tight hug for support. He then felt the burning of Goten’s gaze that he had continued to inflict on his previous friend, feeling the heat of the uncle’s blood beginning to boil inside of him. "He's…?" Chi-Chi pointed to Trunks.
Gohan nodded slowly, feeling the concern swell inside of him. Goten rushed forward and grabbed Trunks by his shirt.
"Hey, what are you—" Trunks was cut off.
"You sick bastard.” Goten yanked him off of his niece and shoved him through the front door.
“Goten!” Chi-chi had shouted.
"Uncle Goten! No!" Pan ran through the broken door in an attempt to stop them. Gohan was instantly behind her, while Videl and Chi-Chi silently decided to follow them. Pan witnessed her uncle rip his shirt off in anger while walking to his victim. "You sick son of a bitch! You impregnated my niece!? You know how old you both are!?"
"It wasn't my fault, Goten!" Trunks leapt to his feet.
"Like hell it wasn’t! You knew exactly what you were doing when you touched her!" Goten screamed, a vein visibly popping out of his neck. Trunks's eyes widened as he removed his jacket, prepared to defend himself.
"Goten!" Gohan yelled in an an authoritative, commanding voice. "Knock it off!"
"Guys! Please don't do this!" Pan pleaded.
Not hearing what his brother or niece had to say, Goten charged at his new enemy, throwing him several punches, all of which Trunks dodged. All of the punches that Trunks threw, Goten dodged.
"NO!" Pan screamed.
Goten levitated into the air and sent a powerful power blast towards Trunks, who slapped it away from him. "Goten, let's talk about this!"
"No!" He screamed to him.
"… Have it your way," Trunks mumbled to himself as he levitated into the sky above the house, charging towards Goten, landing a hard hit to his jaw. Goten kicked the lavender haired warrior in his abdomen and the strong impact sent him several feet away.
"Stop this!" Pan shrieked to the two young men, rapidly reaching a hysterical state.
"Pan… please calm down," Videl attempted to console her.
She ignored her mother and turned to Gohan. "PLEASE papa! Please, please stop them!"
Trunks felt a sting at his ribs. He flew quickly to Goten and punched him in the stomach, only to disappear, reappear behind his opponent and lace his fists together. He held them high in the air and slammed him in the back. Goten landed on the ground in a pile of mud and rubble. He quickly sat up, brushing blood away from his lip, enraged more than he had ever felt. He jumped back into the sky, ready to attack Trunks with everything that he had. Gohan had all he could take. He quickly powered up and re-appeared in Goten's path. "Goten, stop."
"Stay out of this."
"She's MY daughter. I never attacked Trunks over this and I have no plans to, therefore you shouldn't either. No matter how badly you beat Trunks for what he did, that isn't going to keep them away from each other or take this baby’s existence away. They've had this bond since the moment they met and there's nothing any of us can do about it."
"I don't CARE about the stupid bonding bullshit! Get out of my WAY, Gohan!" Goten emphasized his order.
Gohan hovered closer to his little brother's face. "Back-talk me again... I dare you."
"Boys! Stop!" The men in the air heard Chi-chi scold. "So help me Dende, if I knew how to fly, you two would be in so much trouble!"
Pan gripped the shirt that rested over her chest, and all that she remembered was her eyes closing and entering into what felt was sleep.
"See what you two have caused!?" She recalled Chi-Chi screaming to her sons as she ran to her granddaughter's side.
"Oh, no! Pan!" Pan heard Trunks's voice slowly closing in.
"PAN!" her mother's voice sounded close to her face, yet it began to echo as she drifted into unconsciousness.
She felt as though she was in a familiar place; she recalled the soft, comfortable place her body lied. The smell of her sweet perfume filled her nose as she felt her body roll over. When she was certain she had the strength, she opened her eyes and discovered that she had been returned to her parent's home, in her former bed that always welcomed her when she was not staying at the Capsule Corp.
"Oh, my poor, sweet, darling Pan! Where is she!?" the quarter saiyan heard a familiar, masculine, confident voice. Oh, great. She felt her heart do double flips when she realized that the source of the voice was indeed her grandfather, Hercule Satan. Oh, Dende… I should have been afraid of his reaction the most, she thought. I know he'd embarrass me in front of Trunks, and I'm not even in there!
Still feeling weak, she decided to face the large window and covered herself with a thin blanket. The thick, yet comfortable air coming in through this window enveloped Pan's face, tickling her cheeks. I think I'll pretend I'm asleep.
"Pan!?" Hercule's voice echoed in her bedroom. "Oh, my darling Pan!"
The balding grandfather rushed to her bedside, quickly pulling a small chair from her desk and sat, taking her hand.
"Dad, she's fine. She just fainted. She will come to, soon," Videl attempted to assure her panicking father.
"Who's the punk that got my darling Pan pregnant? Where is he? I will deck him a good one for even looking at my Pan!"
"Dad…" Pan heard her mother whine. She decided to slowly roll over, pretending to open her eyes. "Grandpa…. I'm fine."
Hercule's eyes lit into pure joy, smiling from ear to ear. "Oh, Pan! Thank goodness you're all right!" Pan sighed, smiling as she slowly sat up. "Is it true?"
"What?" Pan's eyes felt as though they were as big as dinner plates.
"Is it true… am I going to be a great grandpa?" Hercule repeated.
Pan closed her eyes, pursing her lips, slowly nodding.
"Oh, Pan! How could you do this to your grandpa!? This has to be some trick of yours, right? One of those American April Fool’s jokes, right?" Pan said nothing. "RIGHT?"
"Dad, let her rest," Videl persuaded him as she grabbed a hold of his arm.
Hercule huffed at his daughter, then nodded as he stood. "All right, but we're talking later, little lady!"
After he left the room, Pan scooted her body back and leaned against her headboard. She attempted to pull her knees against her chest, only to be interrupted by the small bump that seemed to have grown since she had fainted. Pan's lungs quickly filled with air as her throat emitted a gasp.
To her disappointment, her door was knocked on again. She slowly looked up to discover Trunks standing in her doorway. He had a light scrape on his face that was covered with a small bandage. His clothes were ripped and his hair was a mess, but he wore his perfect smile. She smiled in return, letting the feelings of ecstasy fill her as she jumped out of her bed, ready to run over to embrace her beloved, and smother his exquisite face in kisses. His smile turned into a look of terror when he realized that the size of her stomach had doubled since she had fainted! Confused, she looked down and saw that her stomach had morphed into a small, round shape. Her eyes widened, slowly stroking her hand over this discovery.
"Trunks…" She whispered. "What is this…?"
He shook his head, asking the same question.
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