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Thank you so very much to Trugeta, animeprincess1452, and Rika/Phoenix for reviewing! I appreciate it so much!
To Trugeta: Yeah, the only question is how hard it is to ask. Thanks! Hm, you have a very good point. I'll have to have them train super hard somehow. Thank you!
To animeprincess1452: The story has your attention? That's good! Thank you!
To Rika/Phoenix: It's true, Vegeta couldn't be bothered with it. But ice cream would be good for a meal! Chain seemed to like it, anyway. Glad you like the story so far! Thank you!
Now here's the chapter...I'm still hoping it proceeds to be okay!
It was afternoon. The weather outside wasn't as cheerful as Bulma had hoped, but this did not deter her one bit. Instead of a barbecue, she would go ahead and make it something that she could easily fix for an indoor setting.
Bra entered the kitchen, glancing at the recipe Bulma had chosen for a dessert. Four Layer Delight, with thin, crispy sweet bread crust, chocolate pudding, sweetened cream cheese, and whipped cream. I certainly sounded good. The only problem was whether or not her mother could successfully create it.
Deciding it was best not to comment on her mother's experience-lacking skills in culinary creations, she allowed Bulma the necessary space to begin. She sat back on the kitchen stool and watched.
"Um...Mom? When is everyone supposed to be here, anyway?"
Bulma glanced at the kitchen clock on the wall. "Very soon, I suppose. Unless, of course, Chi-Chi's having some trouble in coaxing Goku to break away from training and accompany her." Bulma smiled.
"Train? In this weather?" Bra looked out of the kitchen window to find that it was as dark as dusk with the heavy rainfall and cloud cover. "It's pouring out there! You'd think it wasn't midsummer with that weather. Who would train in that?"
"Goku, for one. And maybe even your father. Speaking of which, how long does it take him to get Chain dressed? What is he doing?"
Vegeta held out a small piece of cloth. He couldn't tell whether it was supposed to be dress or a pair of pants. And besides that...it was pink! Vegeta loathed the color pink.
Chain sat patiently, hanging over Vegeta's arm, waiting for him to pick her outfit.
He snorted in disgust. "No. I hate pink." He tossed it out to the back of the room to top off the large pile of other outfits.
"Black. There's a good, neutral color." Vegeta held out a small black one- piece. "You like black, right Chain?"
She simply stared up at him with her wide eyes.
"Yes, you do." He stood her up to begin dressing her, which he soon found to be no easy task. Were her arms or legs supposed to go through the small sleeve-looking things? "Why do they have to make babies' clothes so difficult?" he snarled.
After many minutes and quite a bit of effort, Vegeta had successfully put her one-piece on.
"Chain, do you realize what this means?" he grinned.
She stared at him blankly.
"It means I have finally proven to Bulma that I can do anything now! Including help with you! Come." He picked her up. "We will force her to eat her words, which she shall do when she looks upon you and the success of getting your outfit together."
Vegeta made his way into the hall just when Bulma came upstairs to check on them. "Oh, you got her dressed. Good. Now I need you to keep an eye on her for a while. I'm still trying to fix everything."
Vegeta's triumphant expression suddenly vanished. However, he wasn't able to protest at this because Bulma had already made her way downstairs to finish making the dessert.
. . . . . .
Videl searched through her closet, looking for something suitable to wear to the gathering. So far, she was having very little luck in finding an outfit that was proper for the occasion. Finally, she came across the very thing.
"This should do," she said, pulling out a pair of black pants and a white shirt. She went to the mirror and held them out before her to see. "Yeah," she smiled. "Gohan, what do you think?"
Gohan glanced over to where his wife stood. She showed him her choice of clothes.
"Yeah, that'd be good," he nodded. "I think that's a nice one for you."
"Good," she smiled, and began to pull her present shirt off to put the other one on. "Hey, is Pan getting ready?"
"You know Pan," he grinned.
"I'd better go and help her," Videl said. "She'll have trouble with choosing her clothes for certain."
Pan looked through her drawers reluctantly, glancing at the different pairs of pants and shirts. Why couldn't she just go in what she normally wore? A knock on the door caught her attention.
"Pan, honey. Can I come in?"
"Yeah," she answered, and Videl stepped inside.
"You doing alright?"
"I don't see why I don't just go in this?" she remarked. "I hate choosing outfits."
"Here, I can find something nice for you," Videl said, going through her drawers. She pulled out a pair of dark trousers and a black shirt. "Here, this will do." She handed the outfit to her daughter.
"What about my hair?" Pan didn't think her bright bandana would go well with what her mother had chosen.
"Here." Videl gave her a dark blue bandana. "Now hurry up, please. Your father and I are ready to leave." With that, Videl went back out to the hall, closing the door to Pan's room behind her.
. . . . . .
"Goten, are you ready, or what?" Chi-Chi called.
Mothers, he thought. "Yeah." He came downstairs and remained by his mother's side as she called up for her husband.
"Goku! Would you please come on?" She crossed her arms, staring at the top of the stairs, and tapped her foot in impatience. "Goku!"
"Be right there!" he replied.
"I swear. I finally manage to drag him out of training, and he still holds us up."
He rushed down the stairs, ready to depart for the Briefs', dressed casually in some black pants, a white shirt, and a brown jacket. "Okay. Let's go."
"Finally," Chi-Chi murmured, heading outside into the cold, wet weather. "Well, I think it's safe to say Bulma's probably changed the menu with this pouring down. Not exactly a nice time to go out and grill stuff."
. . . . . .
Demi sat on her bed, looking into the mirror, with a rather bland expression. She could never do anything with herself! Well, she had never tried to or cared about it before. She'd picked a simple outfit of some dark jeans and a gray-and-dark-blue shirt. But it wasn't good enough.
She tapped one foot on the floor while staring at her reflection. Finally, she sighed. "Forget it. I'll just go." She grabbed her black jacket and left out of her bedroom door.
She felt so guilty. Yesterday, she had been rather...unfriendly towards Trunks and she regretted it. As pressured as she had been, she shouldn't have let it get to her and affect her mood. She rather thought she had chased him out the room. Then, like the nice guy that he was, he'd turned right around and invited her to his home for a gathering this afternoon. She couldn't refuse his invitation.
Tonight, no matter how much the tension of work haunted her, she was going to make it a nice evening for her and everyone else.
. . . . . .
Trunks came downstairs and went into the kitchen at the scent that, for once, smelled delicious.
"Hey, Mom. How's it going?"
"Busy," she replied. She was standing at the sink, slicing some tomatoes, when she turned around and glanced at her son. She smiled. "Oh, my goodness! Don't you look nice?"
Trunks had pulled on a half-casual, half-formal blue shirt and some jeans that he thought would properly serve for the occasion he planned. However, he wasn't about to let anyone know about it. "Thanks."
At that moment, Bra entered into the kitchen, as well. "Mom, do you know where we keep the medical dictionary?"
Both Trunks and Bulma were rather surprised at this request. "Um...I think it's upstairs on the shelf in my room," Bulma answered. "Why do you want it?"
"I don't want it, Dad does."
"Is he hurt?"
"No. He says he might be able to distract Chain by showing her some pictures from in there."
Bulma sighed. "In Chain's room there are some books for her. Take them to your father, will you?"
"Sure."
"How on earth am I supposed to trust him with her?"
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"Trunks, could you get it?"
He nodded and went to the front door to answer it.
Chi-Chi, Goku, and Goten were the first to arrive, wearing some jackets to keep warm in the rain. "Hi, guys."
"Hello, Trunks!" Chi-Chi smiled.
"Hey, where's Vegeta?" Goku wondered.
"He must be in the library trying to watch Chain."
Goku immediately headed towards the library without another word spoken.
"I hear Chain is growing fast," Chi-Chi proclaimed while Goten waited for her to finish so he could talk with his friend.
"Yeah. My parents are pretty busy with her. Speaking of which, if you're looking for my mom, she's in the kitchen."
"Thank you." Chi-Chi headed for the kitchen door promptly.
"So, what's up?" Goten asked, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Nothing," Trunks replied.
"With you dressed up nicely? Come on." He grinned.
"Well, I'm sure as heck not going to tell you about it."
"Why not? You can trust me."
"Forget it, Goten," Trunks told him, grinning.
Right then, the doorbell rang once again. Gohan, Videl, and Pan walked inside, covering their heads with their hands.
As soon as the 'hellos' were said, everyone proceeded with mingling. Trunks, Goten, and Pan remained to converse while everyone else went off to see the others.
"Hey, Trunks, you look nice. What's the occasion?" Pan asked.
"He refuses to tell anyone," Goten said.
"Aw, come on. Can't we know?"
"No," Trunks told them more harshly.
"Please?"
"You're wasting your time, guys," he said.
Pan and Goten looked slightly disappointed.
Trunks would tell them eventually, as soon as he knew what Demi's answer would be. Right now, though, he wasn't about to let them know. He was first going to ask Demi about it...as soon as she showed up, that is.
There you have it! Review!
Thank you so very much to Trugeta, animeprincess1452, and Rika/Phoenix for reviewing! I appreciate it so much!
To Trugeta: Yeah, the only question is how hard it is to ask. Thanks! Hm, you have a very good point. I'll have to have them train super hard somehow. Thank you!
To animeprincess1452: The story has your attention? That's good! Thank you!
To Rika/Phoenix: It's true, Vegeta couldn't be bothered with it. But ice cream would be good for a meal! Chain seemed to like it, anyway. Glad you like the story so far! Thank you!
Now here's the chapter...I'm still hoping it proceeds to be okay!
It was afternoon. The weather outside wasn't as cheerful as Bulma had hoped, but this did not deter her one bit. Instead of a barbecue, she would go ahead and make it something that she could easily fix for an indoor setting.
Bra entered the kitchen, glancing at the recipe Bulma had chosen for a dessert. Four Layer Delight, with thin, crispy sweet bread crust, chocolate pudding, sweetened cream cheese, and whipped cream. I certainly sounded good. The only problem was whether or not her mother could successfully create it.
Deciding it was best not to comment on her mother's experience-lacking skills in culinary creations, she allowed Bulma the necessary space to begin. She sat back on the kitchen stool and watched.
"Um...Mom? When is everyone supposed to be here, anyway?"
Bulma glanced at the kitchen clock on the wall. "Very soon, I suppose. Unless, of course, Chi-Chi's having some trouble in coaxing Goku to break away from training and accompany her." Bulma smiled.
"Train? In this weather?" Bra looked out of the kitchen window to find that it was as dark as dusk with the heavy rainfall and cloud cover. "It's pouring out there! You'd think it wasn't midsummer with that weather. Who would train in that?"
"Goku, for one. And maybe even your father. Speaking of which, how long does it take him to get Chain dressed? What is he doing?"
Vegeta held out a small piece of cloth. He couldn't tell whether it was supposed to be dress or a pair of pants. And besides that...it was pink! Vegeta loathed the color pink.
Chain sat patiently, hanging over Vegeta's arm, waiting for him to pick her outfit.
He snorted in disgust. "No. I hate pink." He tossed it out to the back of the room to top off the large pile of other outfits.
"Black. There's a good, neutral color." Vegeta held out a small black one- piece. "You like black, right Chain?"
She simply stared up at him with her wide eyes.
"Yes, you do." He stood her up to begin dressing her, which he soon found to be no easy task. Were her arms or legs supposed to go through the small sleeve-looking things? "Why do they have to make babies' clothes so difficult?" he snarled.
After many minutes and quite a bit of effort, Vegeta had successfully put her one-piece on.
"Chain, do you realize what this means?" he grinned.
She stared at him blankly.
"It means I have finally proven to Bulma that I can do anything now! Including help with you! Come." He picked her up. "We will force her to eat her words, which she shall do when she looks upon you and the success of getting your outfit together."
Vegeta made his way into the hall just when Bulma came upstairs to check on them. "Oh, you got her dressed. Good. Now I need you to keep an eye on her for a while. I'm still trying to fix everything."
Vegeta's triumphant expression suddenly vanished. However, he wasn't able to protest at this because Bulma had already made her way downstairs to finish making the dessert.
. . . . . .
Videl searched through her closet, looking for something suitable to wear to the gathering. So far, she was having very little luck in finding an outfit that was proper for the occasion. Finally, she came across the very thing.
"This should do," she said, pulling out a pair of black pants and a white shirt. She went to the mirror and held them out before her to see. "Yeah," she smiled. "Gohan, what do you think?"
Gohan glanced over to where his wife stood. She showed him her choice of clothes.
"Yeah, that'd be good," he nodded. "I think that's a nice one for you."
"Good," she smiled, and began to pull her present shirt off to put the other one on. "Hey, is Pan getting ready?"
"You know Pan," he grinned.
"I'd better go and help her," Videl said. "She'll have trouble with choosing her clothes for certain."
Pan looked through her drawers reluctantly, glancing at the different pairs of pants and shirts. Why couldn't she just go in what she normally wore? A knock on the door caught her attention.
"Pan, honey. Can I come in?"
"Yeah," she answered, and Videl stepped inside.
"You doing alright?"
"I don't see why I don't just go in this?" she remarked. "I hate choosing outfits."
"Here, I can find something nice for you," Videl said, going through her drawers. She pulled out a pair of dark trousers and a black shirt. "Here, this will do." She handed the outfit to her daughter.
"What about my hair?" Pan didn't think her bright bandana would go well with what her mother had chosen.
"Here." Videl gave her a dark blue bandana. "Now hurry up, please. Your father and I are ready to leave." With that, Videl went back out to the hall, closing the door to Pan's room behind her.
. . . . . .
"Goten, are you ready, or what?" Chi-Chi called.
Mothers, he thought. "Yeah." He came downstairs and remained by his mother's side as she called up for her husband.
"Goku! Would you please come on?" She crossed her arms, staring at the top of the stairs, and tapped her foot in impatience. "Goku!"
"Be right there!" he replied.
"I swear. I finally manage to drag him out of training, and he still holds us up."
He rushed down the stairs, ready to depart for the Briefs', dressed casually in some black pants, a white shirt, and a brown jacket. "Okay. Let's go."
"Finally," Chi-Chi murmured, heading outside into the cold, wet weather. "Well, I think it's safe to say Bulma's probably changed the menu with this pouring down. Not exactly a nice time to go out and grill stuff."
. . . . . .
Demi sat on her bed, looking into the mirror, with a rather bland expression. She could never do anything with herself! Well, she had never tried to or cared about it before. She'd picked a simple outfit of some dark jeans and a gray-and-dark-blue shirt. But it wasn't good enough.
She tapped one foot on the floor while staring at her reflection. Finally, she sighed. "Forget it. I'll just go." She grabbed her black jacket and left out of her bedroom door.
She felt so guilty. Yesterday, she had been rather...unfriendly towards Trunks and she regretted it. As pressured as she had been, she shouldn't have let it get to her and affect her mood. She rather thought she had chased him out the room. Then, like the nice guy that he was, he'd turned right around and invited her to his home for a gathering this afternoon. She couldn't refuse his invitation.
Tonight, no matter how much the tension of work haunted her, she was going to make it a nice evening for her and everyone else.
. . . . . .
Trunks came downstairs and went into the kitchen at the scent that, for once, smelled delicious.
"Hey, Mom. How's it going?"
"Busy," she replied. She was standing at the sink, slicing some tomatoes, when she turned around and glanced at her son. She smiled. "Oh, my goodness! Don't you look nice?"
Trunks had pulled on a half-casual, half-formal blue shirt and some jeans that he thought would properly serve for the occasion he planned. However, he wasn't about to let anyone know about it. "Thanks."
At that moment, Bra entered into the kitchen, as well. "Mom, do you know where we keep the medical dictionary?"
Both Trunks and Bulma were rather surprised at this request. "Um...I think it's upstairs on the shelf in my room," Bulma answered. "Why do you want it?"
"I don't want it, Dad does."
"Is he hurt?"
"No. He says he might be able to distract Chain by showing her some pictures from in there."
Bulma sighed. "In Chain's room there are some books for her. Take them to your father, will you?"
"Sure."
"How on earth am I supposed to trust him with her?"
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"Trunks, could you get it?"
He nodded and went to the front door to answer it.
Chi-Chi, Goku, and Goten were the first to arrive, wearing some jackets to keep warm in the rain. "Hi, guys."
"Hello, Trunks!" Chi-Chi smiled.
"Hey, where's Vegeta?" Goku wondered.
"He must be in the library trying to watch Chain."
Goku immediately headed towards the library without another word spoken.
"I hear Chain is growing fast," Chi-Chi proclaimed while Goten waited for her to finish so he could talk with his friend.
"Yeah. My parents are pretty busy with her. Speaking of which, if you're looking for my mom, she's in the kitchen."
"Thank you." Chi-Chi headed for the kitchen door promptly.
"So, what's up?" Goten asked, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Nothing," Trunks replied.
"With you dressed up nicely? Come on." He grinned.
"Well, I'm sure as heck not going to tell you about it."
"Why not? You can trust me."
"Forget it, Goten," Trunks told him, grinning.
Right then, the doorbell rang once again. Gohan, Videl, and Pan walked inside, covering their heads with their hands.
As soon as the 'hellos' were said, everyone proceeded with mingling. Trunks, Goten, and Pan remained to converse while everyone else went off to see the others.
"Hey, Trunks, you look nice. What's the occasion?" Pan asked.
"He refuses to tell anyone," Goten said.
"Aw, come on. Can't we know?"
"No," Trunks told them more harshly.
"Please?"
"You're wasting your time, guys," he said.
Pan and Goten looked slightly disappointed.
Trunks would tell them eventually, as soon as he knew what Demi's answer would be. Right now, though, he wasn't about to let them know. He was first going to ask Demi about it...as soon as she showed up, that is.
There you have it! Review!