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A big, appreciative thanks to everyone who reviewed, including Trugeta and animeprincess1452!
To Trugeta: Thank you very much! Yes, Vegeta is the best father! I can't think of another father who rejoices in the success of being able to dress their baby. And I am planning on having those guys train pretty hard, still!
To animeprincess1452: Well, here's what happens!
And now the next chapter...I hope I do well!
Trunks went ahead and served himself some of the food his mother had cooked for them. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. In fact, it was quite good, for once. He grabbed some seconds and proceeded to eat silently.
Everything was rather nice. Except for one thing...where was Demi? Had she gotten tied up in work again? Maybe she couldn't come...perhaps she didn't want to. No, that was a bit too far, of course she would want to come. She enjoyed seeing everyone else...even if he wasn't the one on her mind.
Then, Trunks's dwindling anticipation rose as soon as the doorbell rang.
Bra made her way through the living room and hallway to answer the front door. "Hi, Demi. Glad you could make it, we thought you might be too busy."
When Demi entered the room, the pressure mounting in Trunks's head did, as well. This wasn't going to be as easy as he'd thought. Every time he looked at her, he seemed to become more skeptical.
"Hey, Demi!" Goten greeted her.
"So you finally broke away from work, huh?" Pan said.
"Yes. How are you, Pan?"
"Good, thanks."
"Hey, Trunks." Demi greeted him. "You look very nice."
He nodded to her, and suddenly his anxious thoughts hit him like a brick. His stomach unexpectedly tightened and he could already tell his face was going warm.
Demi, with her own doubtful notions, interpreted his nervousness completely the wrong way. Is he upset at me? she thought. Did I do something wrong? Is he angry because I'm late?
Demi had arrived rather late because she'd received a phone call from the university just before she left. They'd made her an offer that she was rather excited about, and at the time she couldn't wait to tell Trunks. She thought he would be excited for her, as well. But now...
"Bulma, I'm getting very tired of having to hold the kid all day," Vegeta snapped, drawing Trunks and Demi's attention away from one another. "Take her."
Bulma frowned and took her daughter from Vegeta. At that moment, the young five-month old began to cry in displeasure.
"See? She only likes you, Vegeta," Bulma told him. "Now she's going to cry until you take her back."
"I refuse to hold her any longer. My hands must be baby-free if I want to eat," he retorted.
Chain began to cry louder. Bulma winced. "I can't hold her like this."
"I'll take her," Goku offered. He liked kids a lot, so he was more than willing to watch Chain for a while.
He held her in his hands securely, looking at her small face. "Hey, Chain!" He smiled at her. "What's up?"
Chain ceased her crying immediately, staring at Goku with her big, grayish- blue eyes. Then, she, too, seemed to smile. She waved her arms in delight.
"Well, she must be a man's girl," Bulma said.
"What?" Pan wondered.
"Bra used to be scared to death of any male when she was a baby," Bulma grinned. "Except her father, of course. But it seems Chain isn't. She's got to be the opposite, in fact! She must not like women too much. She's her daddy's girl, alright!"
Vegeta turned rather red at Bulma's remark on the father-daughter relationship between him and Chain before brushing it off and eating his food.
"Mom, was I really scared of boys when I was a kid?" Bra inquired, grinning.
"Oh, yes. Every time Goten came near you, you would begin to cry as if he were going to hurt you," Bulma laughed.
The afternoon proceeded, and everyone had finished his or her meal and serving of dessert.
Trunks continued to glance at Demi, staring into her dark brown eyes. He liked her eyes so much. They were the first thing about her he had ever noticed when he first saw her.
He thought back on what he was meaning to do. He had to talk to her about it tonight. But how was he supposed to do so? He didn't want to ask her in front of everyone. He had to wait for the ideal opportunity.
They had been sitting next to one another for quite some time, now. Trunks was terribly edgy. He was just a bit too sensitive to the warmth of her leg against his own.
She had been conversing casually with him, Goten, and Pan before she finally rose from her seat. "I'll be right back," she told them.
Demi headed for the kitchen immediately, closing the door behind her. She leaned her hands on the counter, hung her head, and sighed. She released one hand from the counter and put it to her forehead, scowling. She was going to hit something if she became tensed any further.
The door suddenly opened. Nervously, Demi stood up straight to face Trunks. Oh, perfect. That was all she needed, for him to see her irritated again.
"Demi...you okay?"
She nodded, and glanced away from him to the window. The weather still hadn't changed. In fact, if anything, it was getting darker and more drenched. She wanted desperately to escape out there where it was dark.
Trunks took in a deep, anxious breath and glanced behind him quickly to make sure no one was going to come in. This would be a good time, he thought. It's a bit awkward, but we're alone.
"Demi..." he began.
"Yes, Trunks?" Her words were spoken rather fast. She was sweating lightly.
"There's...something I've been wanting to ask you," he continued. "Something very...important..."
Demi listened intently, staring into his eyes, waiting apprehensively. She held her hands together tightly. Was Demi nervous, also?
The silence seemed to be unbearable. It was overwhelming! He stared at her, and put a hand behind his head. Why did he seem to think that she simply would not say yes to his offer? Oh, this was awful! He was so stressed and anxious!
"Demi...I know we've talked about this before sometimes. But...I want to ask you the way I should."
Kneel, he thought. And kneel he did. He lowered himself on one knee, looking at her with so much hope and doubt at the same time. He rapidly and rather awkwardly grasped her hand in his.
He had taken the first move...he'd knelt down like a gentleman. He was making a good impression, so he thought. All he had to do now was speak.
Demi clenched the chest of her shirt tightly within her fingers, wrenching and wrinkling it dreadfully. Her face was so warm and bright, and her heart was pounding furiously. She could barely breathe as she stayed in her spot, listening apprehensively for the words she thought were going to escape his mouth. Demi was so scared; she was terrified!
"Will you..." Trunks shut his eyes and sighed, then looked back up at her once more, and finally asked her. "Demi, will you please marry me and be my wife?"
At last, he had succeeded. This moment that he had been dreading for the longest time was suddenly gone in an instant. The only thing he worriedly awaited now was her answer.
Demi's mouth hung open and her dark brown eyes were wide. She swallowed, wondering how to actually respond.
This was so wonderful to her! She had always known he wanted her to marry him before. He had talked to her about it so often. And she wanted to marry him; she had always yearned to be by his side and support him with everything she had.
But now...were they so sure? This wasn't going as well as she desired. Darn it, why did she have to be given that offer today!
"Trunks...there's something you ought to know. I got a call today from the university, and they want me to go on a five-week trip to Europe so I can give a presentation."
"What?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "When?"
"Tomorrow," she replied. "Trunks, this is hard for me. But I think I should take this trip...and when I get back, we'll see how we feel about it. And then we'll work something out. Okay?"
Trunks stared into her lovely, dark brown eyes. She was serious about her decision. How disappointing! Yet she had made the wisest choice, he knew. Five weeks was quite a while, and, for half-Saiyans, they were both still pretty young and independent. However, he would wait for her to come back.
"Yeah, I think that's best," he agreed, ascending from where he kneeled, still holding her hand.
When he looked back at her uncertain and regretful expression, he more fervently agreed. "Yes, Demi, you're right. We should wait for you to get back to firmly decide on something we both feel comfortable with."
She smiled at this reassurance he gave her. He was so understanding, and understanding was the one thing Demi had needed so much in her life.
"Oh, and Trunks?"
He gave her his full attention.
"Don't tell anyone just yet. We should wait until we decide to start telling our friends about it, too."
He smiled and nodded. "Sure thing."
Well, I hope it was okay...I'm trying to do the best I can here. Review!
A big, appreciative thanks to everyone who reviewed, including Trugeta and animeprincess1452!
To Trugeta: Thank you very much! Yes, Vegeta is the best father! I can't think of another father who rejoices in the success of being able to dress their baby. And I am planning on having those guys train pretty hard, still!
To animeprincess1452: Well, here's what happens!
And now the next chapter...I hope I do well!
Trunks went ahead and served himself some of the food his mother had cooked for them. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. In fact, it was quite good, for once. He grabbed some seconds and proceeded to eat silently.
Everything was rather nice. Except for one thing...where was Demi? Had she gotten tied up in work again? Maybe she couldn't come...perhaps she didn't want to. No, that was a bit too far, of course she would want to come. She enjoyed seeing everyone else...even if he wasn't the one on her mind.
Then, Trunks's dwindling anticipation rose as soon as the doorbell rang.
Bra made her way through the living room and hallway to answer the front door. "Hi, Demi. Glad you could make it, we thought you might be too busy."
When Demi entered the room, the pressure mounting in Trunks's head did, as well. This wasn't going to be as easy as he'd thought. Every time he looked at her, he seemed to become more skeptical.
"Hey, Demi!" Goten greeted her.
"So you finally broke away from work, huh?" Pan said.
"Yes. How are you, Pan?"
"Good, thanks."
"Hey, Trunks." Demi greeted him. "You look very nice."
He nodded to her, and suddenly his anxious thoughts hit him like a brick. His stomach unexpectedly tightened and he could already tell his face was going warm.
Demi, with her own doubtful notions, interpreted his nervousness completely the wrong way. Is he upset at me? she thought. Did I do something wrong? Is he angry because I'm late?
Demi had arrived rather late because she'd received a phone call from the university just before she left. They'd made her an offer that she was rather excited about, and at the time she couldn't wait to tell Trunks. She thought he would be excited for her, as well. But now...
"Bulma, I'm getting very tired of having to hold the kid all day," Vegeta snapped, drawing Trunks and Demi's attention away from one another. "Take her."
Bulma frowned and took her daughter from Vegeta. At that moment, the young five-month old began to cry in displeasure.
"See? She only likes you, Vegeta," Bulma told him. "Now she's going to cry until you take her back."
"I refuse to hold her any longer. My hands must be baby-free if I want to eat," he retorted.
Chain began to cry louder. Bulma winced. "I can't hold her like this."
"I'll take her," Goku offered. He liked kids a lot, so he was more than willing to watch Chain for a while.
He held her in his hands securely, looking at her small face. "Hey, Chain!" He smiled at her. "What's up?"
Chain ceased her crying immediately, staring at Goku with her big, grayish- blue eyes. Then, she, too, seemed to smile. She waved her arms in delight.
"Well, she must be a man's girl," Bulma said.
"What?" Pan wondered.
"Bra used to be scared to death of any male when she was a baby," Bulma grinned. "Except her father, of course. But it seems Chain isn't. She's got to be the opposite, in fact! She must not like women too much. She's her daddy's girl, alright!"
Vegeta turned rather red at Bulma's remark on the father-daughter relationship between him and Chain before brushing it off and eating his food.
"Mom, was I really scared of boys when I was a kid?" Bra inquired, grinning.
"Oh, yes. Every time Goten came near you, you would begin to cry as if he were going to hurt you," Bulma laughed.
The afternoon proceeded, and everyone had finished his or her meal and serving of dessert.
Trunks continued to glance at Demi, staring into her dark brown eyes. He liked her eyes so much. They were the first thing about her he had ever noticed when he first saw her.
He thought back on what he was meaning to do. He had to talk to her about it tonight. But how was he supposed to do so? He didn't want to ask her in front of everyone. He had to wait for the ideal opportunity.
They had been sitting next to one another for quite some time, now. Trunks was terribly edgy. He was just a bit too sensitive to the warmth of her leg against his own.
She had been conversing casually with him, Goten, and Pan before she finally rose from her seat. "I'll be right back," she told them.
Demi headed for the kitchen immediately, closing the door behind her. She leaned her hands on the counter, hung her head, and sighed. She released one hand from the counter and put it to her forehead, scowling. She was going to hit something if she became tensed any further.
The door suddenly opened. Nervously, Demi stood up straight to face Trunks. Oh, perfect. That was all she needed, for him to see her irritated again.
"Demi...you okay?"
She nodded, and glanced away from him to the window. The weather still hadn't changed. In fact, if anything, it was getting darker and more drenched. She wanted desperately to escape out there where it was dark.
Trunks took in a deep, anxious breath and glanced behind him quickly to make sure no one was going to come in. This would be a good time, he thought. It's a bit awkward, but we're alone.
"Demi..." he began.
"Yes, Trunks?" Her words were spoken rather fast. She was sweating lightly.
"There's...something I've been wanting to ask you," he continued. "Something very...important..."
Demi listened intently, staring into his eyes, waiting apprehensively. She held her hands together tightly. Was Demi nervous, also?
The silence seemed to be unbearable. It was overwhelming! He stared at her, and put a hand behind his head. Why did he seem to think that she simply would not say yes to his offer? Oh, this was awful! He was so stressed and anxious!
"Demi...I know we've talked about this before sometimes. But...I want to ask you the way I should."
Kneel, he thought. And kneel he did. He lowered himself on one knee, looking at her with so much hope and doubt at the same time. He rapidly and rather awkwardly grasped her hand in his.
He had taken the first move...he'd knelt down like a gentleman. He was making a good impression, so he thought. All he had to do now was speak.
Demi clenched the chest of her shirt tightly within her fingers, wrenching and wrinkling it dreadfully. Her face was so warm and bright, and her heart was pounding furiously. She could barely breathe as she stayed in her spot, listening apprehensively for the words she thought were going to escape his mouth. Demi was so scared; she was terrified!
"Will you..." Trunks shut his eyes and sighed, then looked back up at her once more, and finally asked her. "Demi, will you please marry me and be my wife?"
At last, he had succeeded. This moment that he had been dreading for the longest time was suddenly gone in an instant. The only thing he worriedly awaited now was her answer.
Demi's mouth hung open and her dark brown eyes were wide. She swallowed, wondering how to actually respond.
This was so wonderful to her! She had always known he wanted her to marry him before. He had talked to her about it so often. And she wanted to marry him; she had always yearned to be by his side and support him with everything she had.
But now...were they so sure? This wasn't going as well as she desired. Darn it, why did she have to be given that offer today!
"Trunks...there's something you ought to know. I got a call today from the university, and they want me to go on a five-week trip to Europe so I can give a presentation."
"What?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "When?"
"Tomorrow," she replied. "Trunks, this is hard for me. But I think I should take this trip...and when I get back, we'll see how we feel about it. And then we'll work something out. Okay?"
Trunks stared into her lovely, dark brown eyes. She was serious about her decision. How disappointing! Yet she had made the wisest choice, he knew. Five weeks was quite a while, and, for half-Saiyans, they were both still pretty young and independent. However, he would wait for her to come back.
"Yeah, I think that's best," he agreed, ascending from where he kneeled, still holding her hand.
When he looked back at her uncertain and regretful expression, he more fervently agreed. "Yes, Demi, you're right. We should wait for you to get back to firmly decide on something we both feel comfortable with."
She smiled at this reassurance he gave her. He was so understanding, and understanding was the one thing Demi had needed so much in her life.
"Oh, and Trunks?"
He gave her his full attention.
"Don't tell anyone just yet. We should wait until we decide to start telling our friends about it, too."
He smiled and nodded. "Sure thing."
Well, I hope it was okay...I'm trying to do the best I can here. Review!