I'm standing here, looking out the window of my bedroom in Capsule Corporation. I try and keep my face hidden from view as the students begin to pile out of the school buses. I release a sigh as I close the curtains once again. I glance behind me and smile. I begin sauntering towards Trunks as he rests calmly in the bed. I carefully try and shield my mind as I begin to scheme for the entire day. Hopefully, I will be able to keep him away from my classmates.

No harm done.

Right?

I curl up to Trunks and sigh as I rest a little longer. The baby kept both of us up all night, and we are both extremely exhausted.

I'm so grateful.

Trunks declared a day off. He's here at home with the baby and I. And our child is sleeping in his crib beside our bed, soundly.

I close my eyes and release a sigh. Now, all I have to do is make sure to stay up here with my baby and hubby for the rest of day. I'd then make sure my classmates and professor left before I could breathe easy—simple right?

Trunks' cell phone rang on the lamp stand beside our bed. I heard him groan before starting to wake. My hand grabbed his as he tried to reach for the phone. He peered down at me, his eyes still foggy with sleep. I shook my head side to side.

"Just ignore it," I whispered.

The phone stopped ringing.

He turned back to the phone as it silenced itself, then back to me before nodding his head in agreement. I smiled as I felt him lying back down. Sleep seemed much more desirable—especially with how rare it was now a days.

His phone began to shrill once more.

Before I could stop him, he reached over and grabbed it. He flipped it open and held it to his ear, his voice still cracking from being unused.

"This is Mr. Briefs."

I heard muttering on the other end of the phone line before Trunks sat up once more. I sat up too as he began to leave the bed and head towards the closet. I released a frustrated sigh as I watched him quickly zip up his pants, button, then finally tuck in his shirt. I gave him a look of annoyance as he glanced over to me. His eyes almost seemed regretful; he leaned his head to one side, his chin and ear holding the phone steady. His fingers fumbled with his work tie before securing it in place. Finally, he shifted his phone before shrugging on his work jacket.

I continued glaring at him. I slowly lowered myself back to the bed, my eyes glued onto his form while he retreated to the bathroom. So much for a day-off…

He walked back into the main room after combing his hair into place. Turning off his phone, Trunks gave me a regretful smile. "Sorry Pan. Emergency. I promise I will be back within the hour."

I gave him the silent treatment. My eyes continued staring at him.

He returned this by weakly smiling and buttoning his suit jacket closed. "I'll be back soon Pan."

Yeah, right.

So I waited. And waited. And waited.

I turned to his side of the bed. My eyes peered the rumpled sheets. The spot he once occupied had become cold… and my annoyance in him not returning continued. That was when I made my decision. I gritted my teeth and sat up. Glancing over, I noticed the baby was still soundly sleeping.

Good.

I stood up and neared the closet. I picked out a few articles of clothing, making a mental note of how these same clothes won't be able to fit me in a few months. Sad. I quickly pull on some pants and a shirt with a jacket before glancing back to my baby. Still sleeping. I smile and quickly run to the bathroom. My eyes widened in horror. My hair was completely rumpled. I quickly ran a comb through my silky black locks.

My fingers lightly touched the dark circles under my eyes.

Yep. I look like crap.

I mentally scoff before setting the brush down. I pulled my hair back and tied it securely. I pulled the jacket's hood over my head. I nodded with a smile. Hopefully I would run into no one BUT my husband—who is more than likely being held hostage in the office.

As I quickly ran down the flights of stairs, I neared the living room (where my mother-in-law resided), and I asked her to keep an eye on little Vegeta. Of course she obliged. I just know she's out to spoil that little child.

I began to turn down a couple of hallways before heading towards the business part of the building. I nodded to a couple of security guards, who stopped me in mid step demanding I gave them some ID. No need. I simply removed my hood, and their lips were filled with apologies. Access through this building is sometimes a joke. I never carried my "official" Capsule Corporation card.

I began going down the winding passageways. My eyes skimmed through windows noticing many scientists experimenting on new machines. No husband. No tour groups.

Okay…

So I began to go towards the west wing of the business. My eyes caught a few more scientists animatedly talking about their newest discovery. I inserted myself into their conversation, "Have any of you seen Mr. Briefs earlier today?"

One from the group, I don't even remember the name embroidered on his name coat, quickly stated, "Yes, yes! He was fascinated with my discovery as well! Granted half of the laboratory went up into flames during its discovery—"

"Do you know where he is now?" I asked trying to redirect the conversation.

The man nodded pointing down the south halls, "He headed towards the offices. Last I saw, he was talking to a tall, tan man in a black suit."

I paused. I turned back to the scientist, "Did this suited man have any people with him?"

"Why… I do believe so. I think there was a group of students not far behind him, and a few adults as well."

My eyes closed in horror. "Thank you!" I exclaimed as I turned down the south hall and began running. Loud machines drowned the absent chattering of the scientists out. I ran, and ran, and ran. I neared the last few halls of the south wing when something hit me. Why was I running toward the group of people I was trying to avoid? I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples.

I sighed.

Trunks, were ARE you?!

You know what? Screw it. I'm going back to my room and will give Trunks the silent treatment for the rest of the week! I'm sick and tired of this. Nor do I want to become busted about being a student at school. I abruptly turn around and released a heavy sigh. I don't know if it's the hormones making me so moody, but I sure as hell don't like how this day is going.

And the door behind me opens. I still stood in place, completely frozen and unable to move.

"And as you can see here this… Ah! What a surprise!" I felt my shoulder quickly grabbed, and I turned my head. I looked up and saw Trunks' jovial expression, "Good to see you down here! Come with us! There's a group from your old high school visiting the Capsule Corp. grounds for their Economic class."

I glared up at Trunks, "Joy."

"Everyone!" exclaimed Trunks. I could just hear the smile in his tone. He grasped my shoulders and turned me around. I purposely kept my head low so the hood covering my head would shield my eyes. I used my hand to lower my hood. "This is my lovely wife," proudly proclaimed my husband.

In any other situation, my heart would have melted.

Not now.

I was slowly counting down the seconds until I KNEW I would explode… or abruptly run out of the room.

Time to change tactics.

Before Trunks could state anything else (and after almost everyone in the group "gasped"), I turned back up to my husband, "Trunks," I whispered. He looked down, "I need to get back to the house. I'm… I'm…" I desperately needed a good excuse.

I smelt something rancid.

My stomach lurched.

Perfect.

"—I'm starting to feel nauseous again."

I internally smirk.

Perfect excuse!

"I'll see you back at the house," I stated as I began removing his hand from my shoulder.

His grip of me became tighter. "Is the morning sickness really that bad Pa—"

"Morning sickness?" asked one of the female students, "You're going to have a baby?"

"Baby?"

"BABY!"

"Oh gosh! Mister and Misses Briefs are going to be having a baby!"

"So exciting!"

"You're really going to be a father?"

"Good luck…"

"This is incredible!"

"Does the press know?!"

Oh no…

I visibly began to back away from the students as they began to crowd closer and closer to me. I tried keeping my eyes averted from them and kept as close to Trunks as possible.

'TRUNKS!'

I mentally hissed at my husband showing my physical discomfort. Now I really DID feel like throwing up.

He looked back down at me. "Pan? Are you okay?"

Oh… shi—

I broke out of the protective grasp my husband had on me and ran out of the room desperately looking for a trashcan… or a toilet… which ever I could reach first. Thank God for small miracles.

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Dejectedly, I sat in the hallway by the laboratory toilets. Fortunately, I made it to the toilet. I smile at the irony as I lean my head against the wall and look to the ceiling.

Why does my life suck so much?

And why does it always go against me?

With a large sigh I closed my eyes and lowered the hood to my jacket. I'm a little surprised the morning sickness just hit me, especially since I've been pregnant for a little over two, possibly three months (well, that's what the doctors said). I was kind of hoping for a peaceful and calm pregnancy rather than the hellish one I experienced with Vegeta Jr. I don't even want to think about it.

Calming myself down, I rested my head in between my legs.

I heard a door open.

I closed my eyes as I tried to calm my breathing. I would not let the wave of nausea hit me again…

The person walking into the room paused beside me before sitting down on the cold tiled floor. I didn't dare look up to see who it was. I began to feel sick all over again. Must I always be tortured so?

I seriously am considering getting my reproductive organs cut out of me after this baby is born.

"Why?"

Ah, Trunks.

"You found me," I replied dryly as I kept my head in between my legs.

"It wasn't that hard considering you're my wife."

Yee-friggin'-haw.

"Good for you," I sarcastically replied.

He placed a hand on my shoulder, "I know this is hard for you, Pan, but I know you can do this!" He wrapped one of his arms around my shoulders in a protective side embrace. We must look extremely awkward sitting there, like two idiots. I, a young pregnant woman with her head in between her legs, and Trunks, the CEO of an enormous science and technology empire, both of us sitting on the floor side by side.

"Trunks," I asked finally bringing my head up to look straight forward. I could feel his eyes on me.

"Yeah?"

I smile wryly, "When did this become complicated?"

"You think this is complicated?" he countered.

I gave a small laugh, "If this isn't complicated, then I don't know what is."

He laughed along with me. And then a comfortable silence invaded the room. We stayed like that for a good twenty minutes. No one was around, and no one saw us in such a state. I was on the verge of tears and throwing up again while my husband rubbed his eyes and sighed from exhaustion.

"We need a vacation Trunks," I finally said breaking the silence.

I turned to look at him.

His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned his head against the wall. "I second that."

"Where, when and how long?"

"Somewhere far away, tomorrow and how about forever?"

I giggled and give him a playful punch in his chest. I know he can't feel it. He returns my humor with a chuckle.

"So, what's going to happen now?" I asked leaning into his embrace.

He paused as one of the doors entering the hallway opened. A small group of secretaries scuttled by animatedly talking amongst each other before one turned to look at us. Her stare of amazement quickly caught the attention of the other women.

'We should give them our meanest glare, Trunks.'

He glanced to me with humor in his eyes before turning up to the astonished women. I gave the women my dirtiest look.

"Is there something you need ladies?" questioned Trunks' strong voice. Oooh. He sounded agitated! Nice.

Not even two seconds passed before the women turned around with pale faces and zoomed out the door. When the opposite door finally clicked closed, Trunks and I burst into laughter. It felt nice. Just like before I knew the true danger of the saiyan men. I wiped away a tear that fell from the corner of my eye—I can't believe I'm crying from laughter! Must be the hormones!

Finally, after several seconds, we recollected ourselves and released a few sighs. Trunks shifted beside me, and I turned to see him stand. He gave me an apologetic smile, "I need to head back to the office Pan. I'll see you later tonight."

He patted my head before turning to leave.

But he didn't leave.

My hand reached out, and tightly latched onto his wrist. He paused and looked down at me. My eyes pleaded for him to stay. "Just for a little while longer…"

His lip twitched before he sat down in his previous spot once more. I grinned widely and lightly patted his thigh.

"Ready to stare down any other unsuspecting employees?" I glance at the door, "I can sense some coming our way."

Glancing down the hall, he nodded his head and re-wrapped his arm around me.

"Ready when you are," he replied with humor in voice.

The door opened.

Ready…

Set…

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