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Thanks a whole lot to everybody who reviewed! Big thanks to animeprincess1452, Rika/Phoenix, and Trugeta!
To animeprincess1452: Well, arguing over when to have the wedding can get to anyone...Thank you!
To Rika/Phoenix: Thank you! Yes, it seems Demi doesn't enjoy figuring out the little minor details. Well, actually, it's more obvious than that, but oh well!
To Trugeta: Thank you! It served them well...I suppose so when I think about it! I'll have to bear this in mind. Thanks!
Now then, the chapter...I hope it's okay...
"Alright, Vegeta. She can watch. But I don't want her doing anything dangerous!" Bulma snapped.
"Dangerous? You truly believe I would expose my daughter to something dangerous?"
Bulma raised one eyebrow at her husband before turning and heading back to the house. Vegeta grinned triumphantly. "Okay, Chain. As you are officially six months old, your mother has agreed for you to have some exposure to your Saiyan heritage at an early start. So pay attention to your father and you will one day achieve my levels."
He went into the GR and turned the gravity up, taking care not to turn it too high for his young daughter, who was already fascinated in the many tools she saw lying around.
"Now, then." He set her down on the floor where she sat up and watched him. "The first thing is warm-ups."
Chain watched curiously as Vegeta got to his feet and hands at the opposite end of the chamber. However, before he could start on his pushups, Goku came through the doorway, smiling cheerfully. "Hi, Vegeta!" He waved.
"I take it back. The first thing is a contributed twit."
Goku looked down at the young baby at his feet. "Hey, Chain! What'cha doing? Is Daddy showing you how to be a big, strong girl?"
Chain blinked once at the Saiyan that kneeled by her side. Goku grinned at her.
"Try not to distract the child, Kakarot. I am endeavoring to instruct her in achieving great levels!"
"Sure, Vegeta. Listen to your dad, Chain. He's got great advice to offer."
As if she already understood what he was talking about, the young baby turned her head to her father, who started on his pushups at normal speed so she could properly watch him.
"Of course you can go faster," Vegeta told her. "Like this." In what seemed to be only a few seconds Vegeta completed his one thousandth pushup. Of course, he could have gone on, but he thought it might be too long for the attention span of a six-month old.
"Now, then. Once you have warmed up you can begin more proper training. Weights are an excellent way to strengthen your biceps and triceps. Observe." He picked up several tons of weight and lifted them over his head.
Chain seemed entranced in what she was witnessing. She almost seemed impressed, as a matter of fact.
"Hey, Vegeta, isn't the gravity a bit low for actually training?" Goku asked, and began to turn it higher.
"Kakarot, you fool! You'll make it too high for Chain!"
But already Goku multiplied the gravity by 600. Panicked, Vegeta went to grab his young daughter, whom, to his surprise, was perfectly fine.
She smiled up at her father just when he was about to grab her and rush out of the room. "Already she can tolerate it?" he wondered.
Chain turned to the weights Vegeta had set down near her and pulled off one of the fifty-pound weights. She proceeded to bang it on the floor happily, playing innocently with the thick disc-shaped equipment.
Goku managed to utter a 'Wow' at the sight of the young baby enjoying her first training session.
Vegeta suddenly grinned. "I knew she was a Saiyan!"
Just then, Gohan and Pan came through the doorway to the GR, looking around casually. The gravity didn't deter them one bit once they felt it hit. However, the sight of Chain playing with the fifty-pound weights contentedly in the gravity did.
Gohan and Pan stared wide-eyed at the sight before them. Finally, they shrugged at one another and proceeded to warm up before the actual training.
"Alright, Chain. I need the weights back," Vegeta said. "If your mother sees you with those we'll both have a trip to the incinerator." He grabbed the weights from her and picked her up. "Well, I think you've done well for your first day. You can come back to watch tomorrow. Kakarot, take her back to Bulma."
"Um, alright." Goku took Chain and exited the chamber.
Suddenly, Goten ran in the room, panting, sweating lightly down his forehead. "Sorry I'm late. Let me catch my breath before we start."
Soon, Goku returned, followed shortly by Trunks and Demi.
Each of the fighters paired with a training partner; Trunks with Goten and Goku with Vegeta. Gohan was, of late, encouraging and instructing his young daughter to achieve her level of Super Saiyan. Demi and Pan sparred while Gohan watched with a proud grin on his face at Pan's ever increasing level of strength.
Ever since the last challenge they'd faced against the demons, each of the fighters had pushed their limits. They were so poorly prepared last time that they realized just how important it was to keep training, just in case.
Already, in just their six months of endless and strained training, both Goten and Trunks had ascended to Super Saiyan two.
Demi, as well, believing that Ultra Demons had different levels of ascension just as Super Saiyans did, worked hard to get to the next level. She had sometimes woken up in the middle of the night at her home and constantly trained, trying to break past the dam, hoping to make it to Ultra Demon Two.
They had trained tirelessly it seemed, endeavoring to reach their maximum potential.
Right now, Demi and Pan were in a speed-attack, hitting one another repeatedly as well as rapidly switching to defense now and then.
Pan thrust her foot upwards towards her sparring partner's stomach, but was caught around her ankle and slammed backwards.
Before she could hit, Pan set her hands out before her and balanced herself briefly, then flipped back to face the other trainer once more. She held her hands out towards the woman before her, and then sent her fist towards her.
Demi caught it in mid-plunge and knocked it away, stepping backwards in order to tempt Pan forward even more.
When Pan aimed a double-fisted blow to Demi's side, the defensive fighter blocked it with her knee. She then stretched her leg out farther and kicked Pan downwards, knocking her to the ground.
"Great job," Gohan told her. "Your speed and your strength are a lot better than last time, Pan. I'm really impressed."
She stood back up and grinned, panting. "Yeah, but I still couldn't beat her."
"Well, Demi is a bit older than you are, Pan. She's trained longer."
"But Pan is certainly improving at a fantastic rate," Demi commented. "She's got remarkable potential. She's nearly ready for Super Saiyan."
"Really? You think so?" she smiled.
Demi shrugged, which, Pan knew, was her way of saying 'Yes.'
. . . . . .
While they weren't busy training for the grater part of the day, Chi-Chi and Bulma were still giving suggestions to the couple.
"Have you decided on a color theme?" Bulma asked.
"Dark red and white," Demi told them in a low tone. She figured that they would be asking her more questions than they already had, so she'd reluctantly taken a bit of her time to decide on some of these things.
"Dark red, that's good!" Chi-Chi said. "But white as in bright white or a creamy color?"
"Does it matter?" Demi asked, leaning on her hand again.
Trunks put his arm around her to reassure her somewhat. "What would you pick?" he asked, trying to lift the stress off of his fiancé.
"Well..."
"Cream," Bulma said.
"Yes, cream is good. It's a more subtle and less blinding color," Chi-Chi agreed.
Subtle, Demi thought. Maybe they have the right idea, after all. She nodded to them in approval.
"Great, cream color. So, anything specific you want to have as a bit of a decoration?"
"Huh?" Demi looked up.
"Well, people do a few things for weddings as decoration themes. You know, put flowers around, perhaps. I know sometimes they have birds at the reception as eye-catchers."
"Birds?"
"Yes, like maybe doves or swans," she told them.
"I've also heard of people having waterfalls at their reception," Bulma remarked. "They bring in large artificial waterfalls and have a lot of nice plants around. I saw a picture of it, anyway."
"Yeah, Mom, a waterfall might be going a bit too far," Trunks told her.
"Well, no rush, you guys," Chi-Chi said. "You have plenty of time to think about it. Speaking of time, did you pick when you specifically want to have your wedding?"
"I haven't," Demi answered.
"Well, if you're okay with it, I was thinking February," Trunks said to her.
Demi was a bit surprised that he was thinking ahead on this, as well. It was certainly helpful, though.
"February," Demi thought. "It's still kind of winter, I suppose. Sure, I like that."
"Oh, yes! February is definitely a great month!" Chi-Chi agreed. "That's Valentine's, after all."
"Yeah, but we're not going to have the wedding on Valentine's Day," Trunks assured them. "Sometime before or after."
This was something Demi could fully agree on and feel comfortable with. February, it was. All they had to decide after that was what day.
Well? Is it...um...alright? I picked February because...why did I? Oh, yes! It's my parents' anniversary, that's why! Review!
Thanks a whole lot to everybody who reviewed! Big thanks to animeprincess1452, Rika/Phoenix, and Trugeta!
To animeprincess1452: Well, arguing over when to have the wedding can get to anyone...Thank you!
To Rika/Phoenix: Thank you! Yes, it seems Demi doesn't enjoy figuring out the little minor details. Well, actually, it's more obvious than that, but oh well!
To Trugeta: Thank you! It served them well...I suppose so when I think about it! I'll have to bear this in mind. Thanks!
Now then, the chapter...I hope it's okay...
"Alright, Vegeta. She can watch. But I don't want her doing anything dangerous!" Bulma snapped.
"Dangerous? You truly believe I would expose my daughter to something dangerous?"
Bulma raised one eyebrow at her husband before turning and heading back to the house. Vegeta grinned triumphantly. "Okay, Chain. As you are officially six months old, your mother has agreed for you to have some exposure to your Saiyan heritage at an early start. So pay attention to your father and you will one day achieve my levels."
He went into the GR and turned the gravity up, taking care not to turn it too high for his young daughter, who was already fascinated in the many tools she saw lying around.
"Now, then." He set her down on the floor where she sat up and watched him. "The first thing is warm-ups."
Chain watched curiously as Vegeta got to his feet and hands at the opposite end of the chamber. However, before he could start on his pushups, Goku came through the doorway, smiling cheerfully. "Hi, Vegeta!" He waved.
"I take it back. The first thing is a contributed twit."
Goku looked down at the young baby at his feet. "Hey, Chain! What'cha doing? Is Daddy showing you how to be a big, strong girl?"
Chain blinked once at the Saiyan that kneeled by her side. Goku grinned at her.
"Try not to distract the child, Kakarot. I am endeavoring to instruct her in achieving great levels!"
"Sure, Vegeta. Listen to your dad, Chain. He's got great advice to offer."
As if she already understood what he was talking about, the young baby turned her head to her father, who started on his pushups at normal speed so she could properly watch him.
"Of course you can go faster," Vegeta told her. "Like this." In what seemed to be only a few seconds Vegeta completed his one thousandth pushup. Of course, he could have gone on, but he thought it might be too long for the attention span of a six-month old.
"Now, then. Once you have warmed up you can begin more proper training. Weights are an excellent way to strengthen your biceps and triceps. Observe." He picked up several tons of weight and lifted them over his head.
Chain seemed entranced in what she was witnessing. She almost seemed impressed, as a matter of fact.
"Hey, Vegeta, isn't the gravity a bit low for actually training?" Goku asked, and began to turn it higher.
"Kakarot, you fool! You'll make it too high for Chain!"
But already Goku multiplied the gravity by 600. Panicked, Vegeta went to grab his young daughter, whom, to his surprise, was perfectly fine.
She smiled up at her father just when he was about to grab her and rush out of the room. "Already she can tolerate it?" he wondered.
Chain turned to the weights Vegeta had set down near her and pulled off one of the fifty-pound weights. She proceeded to bang it on the floor happily, playing innocently with the thick disc-shaped equipment.
Goku managed to utter a 'Wow' at the sight of the young baby enjoying her first training session.
Vegeta suddenly grinned. "I knew she was a Saiyan!"
Just then, Gohan and Pan came through the doorway to the GR, looking around casually. The gravity didn't deter them one bit once they felt it hit. However, the sight of Chain playing with the fifty-pound weights contentedly in the gravity did.
Gohan and Pan stared wide-eyed at the sight before them. Finally, they shrugged at one another and proceeded to warm up before the actual training.
"Alright, Chain. I need the weights back," Vegeta said. "If your mother sees you with those we'll both have a trip to the incinerator." He grabbed the weights from her and picked her up. "Well, I think you've done well for your first day. You can come back to watch tomorrow. Kakarot, take her back to Bulma."
"Um, alright." Goku took Chain and exited the chamber.
Suddenly, Goten ran in the room, panting, sweating lightly down his forehead. "Sorry I'm late. Let me catch my breath before we start."
Soon, Goku returned, followed shortly by Trunks and Demi.
Each of the fighters paired with a training partner; Trunks with Goten and Goku with Vegeta. Gohan was, of late, encouraging and instructing his young daughter to achieve her level of Super Saiyan. Demi and Pan sparred while Gohan watched with a proud grin on his face at Pan's ever increasing level of strength.
Ever since the last challenge they'd faced against the demons, each of the fighters had pushed their limits. They were so poorly prepared last time that they realized just how important it was to keep training, just in case.
Already, in just their six months of endless and strained training, both Goten and Trunks had ascended to Super Saiyan two.
Demi, as well, believing that Ultra Demons had different levels of ascension just as Super Saiyans did, worked hard to get to the next level. She had sometimes woken up in the middle of the night at her home and constantly trained, trying to break past the dam, hoping to make it to Ultra Demon Two.
They had trained tirelessly it seemed, endeavoring to reach their maximum potential.
Right now, Demi and Pan were in a speed-attack, hitting one another repeatedly as well as rapidly switching to defense now and then.
Pan thrust her foot upwards towards her sparring partner's stomach, but was caught around her ankle and slammed backwards.
Before she could hit, Pan set her hands out before her and balanced herself briefly, then flipped back to face the other trainer once more. She held her hands out towards the woman before her, and then sent her fist towards her.
Demi caught it in mid-plunge and knocked it away, stepping backwards in order to tempt Pan forward even more.
When Pan aimed a double-fisted blow to Demi's side, the defensive fighter blocked it with her knee. She then stretched her leg out farther and kicked Pan downwards, knocking her to the ground.
"Great job," Gohan told her. "Your speed and your strength are a lot better than last time, Pan. I'm really impressed."
She stood back up and grinned, panting. "Yeah, but I still couldn't beat her."
"Well, Demi is a bit older than you are, Pan. She's trained longer."
"But Pan is certainly improving at a fantastic rate," Demi commented. "She's got remarkable potential. She's nearly ready for Super Saiyan."
"Really? You think so?" she smiled.
Demi shrugged, which, Pan knew, was her way of saying 'Yes.'
. . . . . .
While they weren't busy training for the grater part of the day, Chi-Chi and Bulma were still giving suggestions to the couple.
"Have you decided on a color theme?" Bulma asked.
"Dark red and white," Demi told them in a low tone. She figured that they would be asking her more questions than they already had, so she'd reluctantly taken a bit of her time to decide on some of these things.
"Dark red, that's good!" Chi-Chi said. "But white as in bright white or a creamy color?"
"Does it matter?" Demi asked, leaning on her hand again.
Trunks put his arm around her to reassure her somewhat. "What would you pick?" he asked, trying to lift the stress off of his fiancé.
"Well..."
"Cream," Bulma said.
"Yes, cream is good. It's a more subtle and less blinding color," Chi-Chi agreed.
Subtle, Demi thought. Maybe they have the right idea, after all. She nodded to them in approval.
"Great, cream color. So, anything specific you want to have as a bit of a decoration?"
"Huh?" Demi looked up.
"Well, people do a few things for weddings as decoration themes. You know, put flowers around, perhaps. I know sometimes they have birds at the reception as eye-catchers."
"Birds?"
"Yes, like maybe doves or swans," she told them.
"I've also heard of people having waterfalls at their reception," Bulma remarked. "They bring in large artificial waterfalls and have a lot of nice plants around. I saw a picture of it, anyway."
"Yeah, Mom, a waterfall might be going a bit too far," Trunks told her.
"Well, no rush, you guys," Chi-Chi said. "You have plenty of time to think about it. Speaking of time, did you pick when you specifically want to have your wedding?"
"I haven't," Demi answered.
"Well, if you're okay with it, I was thinking February," Trunks said to her.
Demi was a bit surprised that he was thinking ahead on this, as well. It was certainly helpful, though.
"February," Demi thought. "It's still kind of winter, I suppose. Sure, I like that."
"Oh, yes! February is definitely a great month!" Chi-Chi agreed. "That's Valentine's, after all."
"Yeah, but we're not going to have the wedding on Valentine's Day," Trunks assured them. "Sometime before or after."
This was something Demi could fully agree on and feel comfortable with. February, it was. All they had to decide after that was what day.
Well? Is it...um...alright? I picked February because...why did I? Oh, yes! It's my parents' anniversary, that's why! Review!