Chapter Thirty: Home

A day after they were allowed to return home and the whole 'baby' thing was still new to our boys. A week after and they we're still completely clueless. A month after- and not only were they still deathly afraid of changing dirty diapers, but they were both completely exhausted from all their 'little demons' midnight feedings.

Luckily for them- Bulma had started coming over a couple of times a week to help with the baby and make sure that 'her boys' were getting their naps. Usually they were so exhausted they did actually wind up just sleeping-usually. (Naughty naughty boys, the doctor is going to kill you!)

Trunks and Goten now knew that parenting was a hell of a lot different than they thought that it was going to be. Being responsible for some one other than themselves was a completely new concept to them and it was definitely going to take some getting use to. It was definitely weird.

Sure- Trunks had kinda experienced while he was pregnant and all but- on second thought it was completely different. The baby had eaten every thing that had, slept when he had, and was the cause of all of his piss ass moods- but he was on the inside! Sure he kicked but he sure as hell didn't cry! Not that Trunks minded- he understood that was the only way his baby could get across what he needed- but after you hadn't slept in 3 days it's hard to be logical.

***The Next Morning at 3:47am***

"WWWWAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"

"Jesus Christ Goten the boy definitely inherited your lungs."

"What the hell?"

"Nothing dear. I should have known that it was far too early for me to even make an attempt at being funny. Go back to sleep love."

"Right."

"WWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

"Don't worry I'll get him."

"No Trunks let me. You have to go back to work next week so I need to get use to doing it any way."

"Okay."

Goten quickly got up and headed to the nursery.

Goten had Truten in his arms rocking him back and forth. When that didn't work he checked his diaper. Dry. That left only one thing.

"SSSh. It's alright Truten. I'm here. Sssshh come on sweet heart lets go down stairs to the kitchen and get you some dinner kay?" Goten then proceeded to take his son down the hallway and then downstairs to the kitchen.

Almost at the kitchen Goten took a moment to admire his gorgeous son. It was so hard to realize that this little angel was part of him. Of course it would have been a little better had he not looked like Trunks clone. He had lavender fuzz in a thick mini mop all over his head- he had the same nose- and blue eyes- but it was still to early to see if he would grow out of it or not. All babies have blue eyes when they are born. 'Maybe they will look more like mine when the gets a little older?' Goten silently hoped.

Once to the kitchen Goten quickly prepared several bottles to please his son's appetite. After they were ready he tested the temperature on his wrist and was about to turn around to give Truten his second feeding of the night when-

"I'll feed him."

"Trunks? What are you doing up? GO BACK TO BED!"

"Nah it's okay. I wanna." Trunks said. Taking the bottle from Goten and picking up Truten and placing him in a perfect cradle in his arms. (Well maybe there is some hope for our boys yet. They might just figure this whole 'baby' thing out.)

"I still think you should go back to bed."

"Nope. I missed you and-'my baby boy' to much."

"Trunks?"

"Yes love?"

"When did you get so mushy?"

A/N Well ahem. I am just gonna quit promising that I will update. I will just say that this story will be ending soon. and that the next chapter (which is not the last) will be updated soon. Also. if you just cant get enough Truten. Evil Berry Butt has been writing a story called 'Fuzziness' in which. I happened to have. writtenachapterin.

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