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A big thanks to all of you who reviewed! Thank you Trugeta, animeprincess1452, and Rika/Phoenix!
To Trugeta: Yes, indeed! Not only that, but it was pretty stressful for them. Thanks!
To animeprincess1452: Here, I've updated!
To Rika/Phoenix: Yeah, the news was broken! Well, knowing a parent like her, she probably would have!
And the chapter...it's where everything starts to get slightly chaotic...I hope, for that sort of thing, it's all right...
It had been quite a while since everyone had heard about Trunks and Demi's engagement, and a lot had happened. Both Bulma and Chi-Chi wanted to help plan the wedding, for one.
"Oh, you should have it in the spring," Chi-Chi told them, rather excited while she glanced through some wedding magazines. She stared at a particular picture of a garden-set reception.
Demi leaned her head in her hand, scowling, and sighed in aggravation. This wasn't exactly her cup of tea...
Chi-Chi continued. "That's such a romantic season, you know. It would be so lovely."
"Or you can have it in the summer!" Bulma suggested while looking through a jewelry catalog, particularly glancing at the rings. "You could throw a nice outdoor party, then, it would be perfect weather!"
Trunks tried to calm his irritated fiancé down as much as possible, holding her hand nervously in both of his, hoping she wouldn't explode. One thing he definitely hadn't expected to come from her was how easily irritable she was. He had learned that not too long ago.
"Trunks, I appreciate your mom and Chi-Chi trying to help us out, but I might not make it without destroying a large, inanimate object. I thought we'd already agreed on this!" She'd told him, pacing around.
"Please, Demi, Mom means well," he told her. "She's just excited and wants to help plan this out. Try to be patient."
Demi had simply growled in her anger, grasping her face with her nails.
And now here they were, going through the exact situation Demi had told him she didn't like.
"Oh, the summer is far too hot," Chi-Chi told Bulma. "Spring is best, then it's just comfortable, not too hot or cold. Think about it, too, with all the flowers blooming it would be wonderful!"
"Well, if you're planning on having an outdoor reception, especially at evening since the wedding itself is going to be in the day, summer is more ideal."
Please, Demi, keep calm, Trunks thought to her, still holding her hand, sweating.
"Spring evenings are nice, too!"
Finally, Demi growled, slamming her fist on the table loudly, nearly cracking it, and stood up abruptly. Trunks released her other hand in his shock. Oh, no...
"That's it!" she yelled. "You know what, I'm just going to have the wedding in winter! How's that?"
Chi-Chi and Bulma stared at her, stunned. Finally, they gave some sign that they'd heard her. "Um, that's good, too, I guess," Chi-Chi said.
"Yes, winter is good."
. . . . . .
Bulma, Trunks, and Bra sat in the living room, discussing the wedding plans. Well, Bulma and Trunks were, at least. Bra was simply listening to their discussion. Vegeta was in the kitchen at this moment, keeping an eye on Chain who had found plenty of distraction in some safe cooking utensils Bulma allowed her to play with.
"I was only suggesting to her," Bulma told her son. "I wasn't trying to force her to have the wedding in summer. She can have it whenever she wants."
"I know, Mom. I don't mind. But Demi isn't truly the type who likes to worry about little details. We agreed with each other that we wanted to have the wedding and the reception afterwards and that we wanted to keep it simple. And we told you that, too."
"I don't know, Trunks. But I rather wonder. I mean, how is it a wedding without all of the wonderful details?" she asked.
"Demi and I don't mind not having the details."
Suddenly, a voice from the kitchen caught their abrupt notice. "Bulma, come here, you have to see this!"
Curious, Bulma, Trunks and Bra made their way to the kitchen where Vegeta stood with a proud grin on his face. He motioned for them to watch carefully and then turned to his young daughter. "Okay, Chain! Show Mother your trick!"
Chain smiled and picked up a large knife, tossing it out across the room where it stuck a spot of wood where there...might have been a target sign Vegeta had stuck up there with some tape at some point earlier.
"Bull's eye!" he cheered. "That's my girl! Use your Saiyan strength!"
"Vegeta!" Bulma screamed, wrenching the next knife out of her daughter's hand and picking her up in that protective manner. "Are you crazy? How can you let Chain play with knives! Don't encourage her to do things like that!"
"She's going to be good with a sword," Trunks grinned.
"That goes for you, too, mister!" Bulma snapped. "Bra, would you please watch your sister for a while?" She asked, putting a fatigued emphasis on her 'please.'
"I guess," she said, taking her baby sister in her arms and exiting the kitchen to look for one of Chain's books.
Bulma still scowled at Vegeta.
"What?" he asked.
"I rest my case." Bulma rolled her eyes.
Trunks glanced at his watch, and then looked back up at his parents. "Well, Demi and I were going to visit Gohan and Videl this evening for some dinner. I'd better get going so I can pick her up."
"Alright. Have a good time," Bulma said and left the kitchen.
"So, I heard Demi picked when she wants the wedding," Vegeta proclaimed.
"Yeah, you could say that. Did Mom tell you?"
"No, I heard for myself," he replied, hinting at how Demi seemed to have told the entire city about it.
"Mm-hm." Trunks raked his fingers down his face in his embarrassment, and then looked back up. "I do understand somewhat, though. We agreed that we wanted just a simple wedding."
"And if she changes her mind?" Vegeta narrowed his eyes in skepticism.
"Well, then she can have a nice one, too. After all, we've got the money for it. Besides the family inheriting Capsule Corporation, Demi's put aside her money pretty well, too. We're not worried."
"Yes," Vegeta remarked sarcastically. "All you have to do is wait, Trunks. What you thought didn't matter at first is going to be a major priority soon enough. You and she are going to be fighting about your discretion in almost everything, whether it's now or after you're married. And I'm not necessarily talking about money. It's the little things that get to you, just bear that in mind."
. . . . . .
"Hey, guys!" Pan greeted them cheerfully as she opened the door. "How's it going? I'm glad you guys could come! I wanted to know if you picked out the wedding date yet!"
Trunks and Demi walked through the door and Pan closed it behind them. "Well, not the specific date, but we decided we wanted to have it sometime in winter," Trunks replied.
"That's great! I wanted to suggest autumn or winter to you both, anyway," she said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Really?" Trunks smiled.
Just then, their host and hostess came into the foyer to greet them.
"Hi, guys! It's good to see you."
"It's really nice of you to come," Videl told them. "We really were hoping we could spend an evening together as a little celebration for you both. Come on in. Can I get you some drinks?"
"Yeah, a soda would be nice," Trunks proclaimed gratefully.
"Maybe just a glass of water," Demi requested. Trunks thought about what his father had said. This request had certainly confirmed her careful conduct.
"So are you guys getting everything successfully planned out?" Gohan asked.
"Sort of," Demi said with a slightly annoyed appearance lingering over her features. She remembered that afternoon, and it had been very aggravating.
"Yeah, she made an on-the-spot decision that she wants the setting to be in winter," Trunks joked, putting his arm around her tightly to tease her. She frowned at him in an amused manner.
"Winter, huh? Any specific time?" Gohan led them into the living room where they sat down on the couch.
"No," Demi answered. "We're still thinking."
"Right on."
Gohan and Pan sat back in their individual chairs and Videl returned from the kitchen with the drinks for their guests.
The evening went on until everyone was invited into the dining room for a large dinner Videl had prepared. It was a very delicious dinner, as well.
Suddenly, Trunks paused in his eating. One thing he definitely hadn't expected from his fiancé was her appetite. Boy, she could eat! He knew she was half-Saiyan, but still, that seemed to be a pretty good serving right there. He hadn't truly noticed this before.
She had already finished her fourths when she politely asked for another serving, holding her plate out for Videl to refill.
Trunks looked up and involuntarily his eyes went wide. Boy, not only could she eat, but she could drink pretty well, too! She drowned down her glass of water and, as she had been politely offered, refilled it herself with the large pitcher on the table.
Now this was awkward. No one else seemed to notice how quickly and how much she was eating. Was it just him? Videl, Gohan, and Pan were lost in their own meals. They took what seemed to be little or no notice of how Demi had suddenly become as hungry as a wolf.
Trunks decided to ignore it and finished off his food. Politely, he turned to his hosts and requested another helping.
"Sure," Pan smiled, serving him his seventh plateful.
Demi stared at Trunks. He'd already finished his sixth helping and he wanted more! He wasn't eating like a Saiyan; he was eating like a starved Saiyan!
Finally, when everyone had finished off the entire dinner Videl had made for them, they were asked if they wanted dessert or coffee.
Demi agreed almost immediately. Coffee and dessert sounded nice. Man, a big dinner and she still had room for dessert?
"Trunks? Would you like something?" Videl offered.
"Sure, I'll have some coffee and dessert," he nodded, releasing his gaze from his future wife.
My gosh, Demi thought. Does his stomach ever get full? He just finished several generous helping of dinner and he wants coffee and dessert! This is beyond me.
When they managed to devour the last crumb of the dessert, they spent the remainder of the evening in the living room, still talking.
Finally, Trunks looked briefly at his watch. "I think Demi and I should be going now."
"Okay, guys. See you later," Pan said.
They led their guests to the door to see them off. "Drive safe," Videl waved.
"Thanks for coming!" Gohan called.
"Thank you," the couple said. "We had a very nice evening, and we really enjoyed it."
However, Trunks was still wondering if Demi truly ate like that all the time. Maybe it was just he, though. After all, no one else had noticed.
Demi buckled herself in at the seat beside her fiancé. Was Trunks always so voracious at meals? "Are you taking me home first, or do we need to stop by your house for something?" she inquired.
"I'm taking you home," he answered.
Suddenly, while he was starting his car up, the thought hit him. It had been just like his father mentioned. He was noticing little things about his future wife that he hadn't before. He wondered how long it would last...
Well, I hope I did okay...I'm trying, at least...Review!
A big thanks to all of you who reviewed! Thank you Trugeta, animeprincess1452, and Rika/Phoenix!
To Trugeta: Yes, indeed! Not only that, but it was pretty stressful for them. Thanks!
To animeprincess1452: Here, I've updated!
To Rika/Phoenix: Yeah, the news was broken! Well, knowing a parent like her, she probably would have!
And the chapter...it's where everything starts to get slightly chaotic...I hope, for that sort of thing, it's all right...
It had been quite a while since everyone had heard about Trunks and Demi's engagement, and a lot had happened. Both Bulma and Chi-Chi wanted to help plan the wedding, for one.
"Oh, you should have it in the spring," Chi-Chi told them, rather excited while she glanced through some wedding magazines. She stared at a particular picture of a garden-set reception.
Demi leaned her head in her hand, scowling, and sighed in aggravation. This wasn't exactly her cup of tea...
Chi-Chi continued. "That's such a romantic season, you know. It would be so lovely."
"Or you can have it in the summer!" Bulma suggested while looking through a jewelry catalog, particularly glancing at the rings. "You could throw a nice outdoor party, then, it would be perfect weather!"
Trunks tried to calm his irritated fiancé down as much as possible, holding her hand nervously in both of his, hoping she wouldn't explode. One thing he definitely hadn't expected to come from her was how easily irritable she was. He had learned that not too long ago.
"Trunks, I appreciate your mom and Chi-Chi trying to help us out, but I might not make it without destroying a large, inanimate object. I thought we'd already agreed on this!" She'd told him, pacing around.
"Please, Demi, Mom means well," he told her. "She's just excited and wants to help plan this out. Try to be patient."
Demi had simply growled in her anger, grasping her face with her nails.
And now here they were, going through the exact situation Demi had told him she didn't like.
"Oh, the summer is far too hot," Chi-Chi told Bulma. "Spring is best, then it's just comfortable, not too hot or cold. Think about it, too, with all the flowers blooming it would be wonderful!"
"Well, if you're planning on having an outdoor reception, especially at evening since the wedding itself is going to be in the day, summer is more ideal."
Please, Demi, keep calm, Trunks thought to her, still holding her hand, sweating.
"Spring evenings are nice, too!"
Finally, Demi growled, slamming her fist on the table loudly, nearly cracking it, and stood up abruptly. Trunks released her other hand in his shock. Oh, no...
"That's it!" she yelled. "You know what, I'm just going to have the wedding in winter! How's that?"
Chi-Chi and Bulma stared at her, stunned. Finally, they gave some sign that they'd heard her. "Um, that's good, too, I guess," Chi-Chi said.
"Yes, winter is good."
. . . . . .
Bulma, Trunks, and Bra sat in the living room, discussing the wedding plans. Well, Bulma and Trunks were, at least. Bra was simply listening to their discussion. Vegeta was in the kitchen at this moment, keeping an eye on Chain who had found plenty of distraction in some safe cooking utensils Bulma allowed her to play with.
"I was only suggesting to her," Bulma told her son. "I wasn't trying to force her to have the wedding in summer. She can have it whenever she wants."
"I know, Mom. I don't mind. But Demi isn't truly the type who likes to worry about little details. We agreed with each other that we wanted to have the wedding and the reception afterwards and that we wanted to keep it simple. And we told you that, too."
"I don't know, Trunks. But I rather wonder. I mean, how is it a wedding without all of the wonderful details?" she asked.
"Demi and I don't mind not having the details."
Suddenly, a voice from the kitchen caught their abrupt notice. "Bulma, come here, you have to see this!"
Curious, Bulma, Trunks and Bra made their way to the kitchen where Vegeta stood with a proud grin on his face. He motioned for them to watch carefully and then turned to his young daughter. "Okay, Chain! Show Mother your trick!"
Chain smiled and picked up a large knife, tossing it out across the room where it stuck a spot of wood where there...might have been a target sign Vegeta had stuck up there with some tape at some point earlier.
"Bull's eye!" he cheered. "That's my girl! Use your Saiyan strength!"
"Vegeta!" Bulma screamed, wrenching the next knife out of her daughter's hand and picking her up in that protective manner. "Are you crazy? How can you let Chain play with knives! Don't encourage her to do things like that!"
"She's going to be good with a sword," Trunks grinned.
"That goes for you, too, mister!" Bulma snapped. "Bra, would you please watch your sister for a while?" She asked, putting a fatigued emphasis on her 'please.'
"I guess," she said, taking her baby sister in her arms and exiting the kitchen to look for one of Chain's books.
Bulma still scowled at Vegeta.
"What?" he asked.
"I rest my case." Bulma rolled her eyes.
Trunks glanced at his watch, and then looked back up at his parents. "Well, Demi and I were going to visit Gohan and Videl this evening for some dinner. I'd better get going so I can pick her up."
"Alright. Have a good time," Bulma said and left the kitchen.
"So, I heard Demi picked when she wants the wedding," Vegeta proclaimed.
"Yeah, you could say that. Did Mom tell you?"
"No, I heard for myself," he replied, hinting at how Demi seemed to have told the entire city about it.
"Mm-hm." Trunks raked his fingers down his face in his embarrassment, and then looked back up. "I do understand somewhat, though. We agreed that we wanted just a simple wedding."
"And if she changes her mind?" Vegeta narrowed his eyes in skepticism.
"Well, then she can have a nice one, too. After all, we've got the money for it. Besides the family inheriting Capsule Corporation, Demi's put aside her money pretty well, too. We're not worried."
"Yes," Vegeta remarked sarcastically. "All you have to do is wait, Trunks. What you thought didn't matter at first is going to be a major priority soon enough. You and she are going to be fighting about your discretion in almost everything, whether it's now or after you're married. And I'm not necessarily talking about money. It's the little things that get to you, just bear that in mind."
. . . . . .
"Hey, guys!" Pan greeted them cheerfully as she opened the door. "How's it going? I'm glad you guys could come! I wanted to know if you picked out the wedding date yet!"
Trunks and Demi walked through the door and Pan closed it behind them. "Well, not the specific date, but we decided we wanted to have it sometime in winter," Trunks replied.
"That's great! I wanted to suggest autumn or winter to you both, anyway," she said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Really?" Trunks smiled.
Just then, their host and hostess came into the foyer to greet them.
"Hi, guys! It's good to see you."
"It's really nice of you to come," Videl told them. "We really were hoping we could spend an evening together as a little celebration for you both. Come on in. Can I get you some drinks?"
"Yeah, a soda would be nice," Trunks proclaimed gratefully.
"Maybe just a glass of water," Demi requested. Trunks thought about what his father had said. This request had certainly confirmed her careful conduct.
"So are you guys getting everything successfully planned out?" Gohan asked.
"Sort of," Demi said with a slightly annoyed appearance lingering over her features. She remembered that afternoon, and it had been very aggravating.
"Yeah, she made an on-the-spot decision that she wants the setting to be in winter," Trunks joked, putting his arm around her tightly to tease her. She frowned at him in an amused manner.
"Winter, huh? Any specific time?" Gohan led them into the living room where they sat down on the couch.
"No," Demi answered. "We're still thinking."
"Right on."
Gohan and Pan sat back in their individual chairs and Videl returned from the kitchen with the drinks for their guests.
The evening went on until everyone was invited into the dining room for a large dinner Videl had prepared. It was a very delicious dinner, as well.
Suddenly, Trunks paused in his eating. One thing he definitely hadn't expected from his fiancé was her appetite. Boy, she could eat! He knew she was half-Saiyan, but still, that seemed to be a pretty good serving right there. He hadn't truly noticed this before.
She had already finished her fourths when she politely asked for another serving, holding her plate out for Videl to refill.
Trunks looked up and involuntarily his eyes went wide. Boy, not only could she eat, but she could drink pretty well, too! She drowned down her glass of water and, as she had been politely offered, refilled it herself with the large pitcher on the table.
Now this was awkward. No one else seemed to notice how quickly and how much she was eating. Was it just him? Videl, Gohan, and Pan were lost in their own meals. They took what seemed to be little or no notice of how Demi had suddenly become as hungry as a wolf.
Trunks decided to ignore it and finished off his food. Politely, he turned to his hosts and requested another helping.
"Sure," Pan smiled, serving him his seventh plateful.
Demi stared at Trunks. He'd already finished his sixth helping and he wanted more! He wasn't eating like a Saiyan; he was eating like a starved Saiyan!
Finally, when everyone had finished off the entire dinner Videl had made for them, they were asked if they wanted dessert or coffee.
Demi agreed almost immediately. Coffee and dessert sounded nice. Man, a big dinner and she still had room for dessert?
"Trunks? Would you like something?" Videl offered.
"Sure, I'll have some coffee and dessert," he nodded, releasing his gaze from his future wife.
My gosh, Demi thought. Does his stomach ever get full? He just finished several generous helping of dinner and he wants coffee and dessert! This is beyond me.
When they managed to devour the last crumb of the dessert, they spent the remainder of the evening in the living room, still talking.
Finally, Trunks looked briefly at his watch. "I think Demi and I should be going now."
"Okay, guys. See you later," Pan said.
They led their guests to the door to see them off. "Drive safe," Videl waved.
"Thanks for coming!" Gohan called.
"Thank you," the couple said. "We had a very nice evening, and we really enjoyed it."
However, Trunks was still wondering if Demi truly ate like that all the time. Maybe it was just he, though. After all, no one else had noticed.
Demi buckled herself in at the seat beside her fiancé. Was Trunks always so voracious at meals? "Are you taking me home first, or do we need to stop by your house for something?" she inquired.
"I'm taking you home," he answered.
Suddenly, while he was starting his car up, the thought hit him. It had been just like his father mentioned. He was noticing little things about his future wife that he hadn't before. He wondered how long it would last...
Well, I hope I did okay...I'm trying, at least...Review!