SO I'm going to be wrapping this story up real soon, and I figured I'd just pop out a new chapter again and then the last one perhaps tomorrow, or at least later this week. Speaking of popping out, yeah, Marron popped out that baby and gosh I wish I could have done a less stupid way of showing how each family member interacts with her but in the end I decided to go with this mushy-gushy mess. This story is really going down hill, it was supposed to be a light, funny romp through the TruMar field and ended up as this emotional-wreck. GET THE BEN AND JERRY'S OUT. All joking aside, please enjoy this chapter.
And yes, the name is a reference to Panty&Stocking, mostly because I wanted to stick with the naming scheme of the Briefs.
"Wow." Trunks said in quiet awe, as he held his newborn baby girl in his arms. "You know that saying 'no one's perfect'? Well, that theory has been disproven, she is just...perfect." Marron watched from her hospital bed with a content smile as the new father carefully examined their daughter.
"Well, I'm glad you like her, I lost the receipt."
"Haha." Trunks scoffed, rolling his eyes before gluing his stare back onto the infant as she began to stir. Her eyes opened slightly, along with her tiny mouth and out came a small squeak. It was as if that one sound caused the half-Saiyan's heart to melt. "Hi, baby girl. It's papa. Yes, sweetheart, you're the cutest baby ever and papa's not going to let mean old mama return you." The lilac-haired man said, in baby-talk. The plush little tail began to curl up and nudge Trunks's cheek. "Hey, knock it off, you little monkey, that tickles!" He said, giggling himself silly. "I guess this means she likes me back!" Marron grinned at the sight of him being so giddy.
"You're such a dork." She teased. Trunks opened his mouth to protest, but the woman had already changed the subject. "By the way, what are we going to name her?"
"I- you know, I have no idea." The man answered, then thought for a bit. "...maybe...Stocking?"
"Stocking Briefs..." Marron pondered for a bit, saying it over and over again slowly. "Hmm...sounds a little stupid."
"It's hard to avoid stupidity with that last name."
"That's true. And for some reason, you Briefs tend to be extremely attractive anyway, so you gotta give the average-looking people something to make them feel better about themselves!" The blonde snorted. "Stocking it is!"
"Excellent! Baby girl Stocking. Haha, I love it!" The half-Saiyan said with a laugh and returned to cooing at his daughter. "Just as much as I love you!" The small woman beamed with delight, she had never felt happier. Ever since she was a teenager, she had always dreamed of one day marrying Trunks and having a family with him. Of course, it hadn't gone quite as she expected; they weren't married, they had a baby unplanned, etc. But still, to her it was beautiful enough, and she couldn't ask for more. They were two friends in love, with a precious baby daughter whom they both loved and cherished. It was so beautiful, she wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. She wanted to freeze time and stay in this moment forever.
"My mother was right."
"Hm?" Trunks mumbled, clearly distracted by the baby. But Marron continued anyway.
"Having a baby with someone you love is a gift." She said softly, with a gentle smile. This time, the man looked up at her, with widened eyes. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Uh, who is it?" Marron called to the door, while maintaining eye contact with Trunks.
"It's the grandparents!" The voice of Bulma replied.
"And auntie!" Bra added on.
"I guess, I should go open the door." The lavender-haired man said quietly, a little flustered.
"Yeah, you should." The blonde agreed, in almost a whisper. Trunks stood up, handed the baby to her mother and opened the door. In shuffled the four new grandparents and an overly excited Bra.
"Hey, is this a party?" Trunks asked as he held the door.
"Congratulations, bud." Bulma replied, giving her son with a kiss on the cheek. She was carrying a bouquet of daffodils in one arm and holding Vegeta's hand with the other. The Saiyan gave his son a silent nod of approval and followed Bulma into the room to allow 18 and Krillin in.
"Congrats, Trunks!" Krillin exclaimed.
"Thanks, Uncle Krillin." Trunks chuckled as he bent down to allow the small man to ruffle his hair. Behind them was Bra, grinning like an idiot. She didn't even say a word as she pulled her brother into a noogie and entered the room, closing the door behind them.
"Hi!" Marron greeted them, cheerfully.
"Hi, sweetie, how are you feeling?" Her father asked.
"I'm great! Still a little drugged up but I'm much better." The new mother replied.
"Has Trunks been giving you a hard time?" Bulma joked.
"Of course."
"Did you guys come here to be annoying or see the baby?" Trunks huffed, folding his arms as he reclaimed his seat next to the bed.
"Both." Everyone, except Vegeta and 18, smugly replied, causing a vein to pop out of Trunk's head in irritation.
"Alright, who's gonna see her first?" The blue-haired grandmother asked.
"Quick, Marron, who's you're favorite out of everyone here?" The half-Saiyan prince asked in a fake-frantic.
"Oh, that's not funny, Trunks!" The blonde bickered, causing everyone to chuckle. "Let's just go around the room, clockwise, starting with Bra." Marron handed the baby to Trunks, who in turn passed her to Bra. The turquiose-haired woman fidgeted as she tried to adjust herself to a proper baby-holding position.
"What's her name?" She asked her brother.
"Stocking."
"Ah...hi, Stocking! It's me, you're auntie Bra!" The baby looked up at her aunt and blinked her large eyes. "Bet you've heard me yelling a lot already, do you recognize my voice?" The half-Saiyan giggled softly, while trying to hold back tears. "Augh! You're so cute, dammit! I can't do this, mom, take her!" She handed her to Bulma and wiped away her tears, then leaned against her brother's shoulder. Bulma smiled down at the baby and cooed.
"Aw, did you make auntie Bra cry? It's ok, she cries really easily." Everyone snickered at Bra as she rolled her eyes. "'Nana', is that what I should be called? I feel like 'grandma' is too old sounding. It's so nice to finally see you, sweet-pea! It seemed like just yesterday I was holding your father in my arms like this." Bulma looked up and smiled at Trunks, who returned the smile. "And your aunt, they were both so adorable, just like you." Tears began to form at the corners of her eyes. "Oh great, now I'm crying! Here you go, 18."
"Is this a normal human birthing ritual?" Vegeta muttered. "To pass the baby around the room like some sort of game?"
"Be quiet, Vegeta!" Bulma chastised through her tears.
"Lucky for you, I can't cry or I'll rust." Android 18 said as she took the baby into her arms. "It's me, your other grandmother. You can call me whatever, I don't care. First of all, that Saiyan tail is disgusting, but the rest of you is cute."
"Bite me, Toaster." Vegeta snarled.
"Secondly, please, be a good girl for your parents, they're very hard-working people, the kindest kids I've ever known."
"Aw, thanks mom." Marron said, placing her hand on her chest. "That's one of the mushiest things I've heard you say." The cyborg's face began to turn red.
"Ok, this is too embarrassing for me, it's your turn, Krillin." She said quickly, handing her husband the baby.
"Oh! Ok! Um...uh... hi baby! It's your grand-pappy!" Krillin laughed awkwardly, his bushy grey mustache concealing his smile. "You sure are one special girl, making so many people cry just from your adorable-ness. You're gonna break some hearts when you're older. And if some boys don't get the hint, tell them your grand-pappy is the strongest human on Earth!" Stocking looked up at Krillin with wide eyes and reached out her hand to touch his mustache. "Oh-ho! You're interested in my mustache? Aw, y-your hands are so tiny and cute- ugh!" The small man's eyes began to water, as he held her out to her other grandfather. "Now you're making me cry, how can you be so cute!? Here Vegeta!"
"Dad, are you jealous that you shaved your mustache now?" Bra asked snarklily, causing Trunks and Bulma to crack up at the memory of the Saiyan's ugly Freddy Mercury pornstache.
"No." Vegeta lied, then looked down at the baby. He took a deep breath in and blushed as he tried to hide his awkwardness. "Listen up, girl, you don't understand yet what it means to have a family. You don't understand yet just how lucky you are to have been born into this crazy family. I married into it, and let me tell you it was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. It was hard to be a father to your father. He was a little asshole. In fact, I wish you and your mother the best of luck, because he still is quite the asshole. But that's more or less my fault for being a crappy father. Nonetheless, I am 100% certain that he will be a much better father than I was, not even a wish on the dragon balls could make me half the amazing man he's grown to become. He's caring and kind when he wants to be and since you're such a cute motherfucker, he'll definitely be that way with you, he's... sort of a pansy-ass. Anyway, I hope one day when you're a teenager and you're going through a rebellious stage and giving your parents a tough time, remember how lucky you are to be in this ridiculous family. Realize they are doing the best they can, they could do a lot worse and that they...love you...a lot."
"D-Daddy...!" Trunks sniffled grossly. Vegeta looked up to see that both his son and Marron were in tears and everyone else who was crying before was crying even harder.
"W-why are you all crying?!" Vegeta blushed even harder, taken aback by the sudden emotion that filled the room.
"Vegeta, that was beautiful!" Bulma cried. The Saiyan heaved an embarrassed sigh, then handed the baby to her mother.
"I see what you mean by crazy family." Marron giggled, wiping away her tears as her, her mother and Vegeta watched in amusement as the others all joined together in an emotional, yet comical group hug.