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Thanks a whole lot to everyone who reviewed, including animeprincess1452 and Trugeta!
To animeprincess1452: Yeah, you can depend on Goku to figure things out, so to speak...Thank you!
To Trugeta: Well, we can expect Chain at least to enjoy training when she gets older! And we'll see if Demi can keep her cool or not. Thank you!
Now here's the chapter...I hope it's satisfactory...
It was late evening, and everyone had trained as if they were preparing for a marathon fight.
"I think you did great," Trunks panted, putting his arm around his fiancé.
"You...too," she nodded, wiping her brow with a towel.
Pan collapsed into a chair. "I feel like an old, worn out shoe," she said, wiping her forehead.
Their levels were increasing dramatically; it wasn't very hard for anyone to tell, especially Goku and Vegeta, who constantly encouraged the others to keep up their hard training.
"Water," Trunks said. "I'll bring some for you guys."
"Okay, and after that, I have to go home to catch up on my sleep," Demi told him.
"What for?" Goten wondered.
"I have to get up early tomorrow, for one," she replied. "I've got a lot of things I need to do."
"Oh, yeah," Pan nodded. "You're going to visit the shopping center, aren't you?"
Demi scowled as her 'Yes.' Pan knew that she didn't enjoy shopping, but she had to look for a few wedding accessories and her gown. Bulma and Bra were going to accompany her to help her find her way around and give her some tips. And, naturally, being the groom, Trunks was going along, as well.
"Well, I hope you have fun," she said, despite the fact that she knew Demi wouldn't.
. . . . . .
"Okay, Vegeta. Now I'm putting my trust in you to take of our baby girl," Bulma said, clutching her purse sternly. "If I come home and find that anything has gone wrong, you will regret your carelessness."
"I know how to take of her," he snapped back.
"And you know –"
"Yes, feed her only the food you showed me when she's hungry and nap time is at twelve-thirty. No playing with anything dangerous, and so forth."
"Good. Have fun, dear." Bulma suddenly smiled sweetly as she, Bra, and Trunks left to get Demi.
Vegeta looked down at the child in his arms. "Now the question is how to keep you entertained."
Chain blinked at him.
"Alright, let's see." He went back into the house, closing the door behind him and looking for the first thing to distract her. The first thing that entered his mind was that she might be happy for a while if he let her play with some weights again.
He went up to his bedroom and searched through the closet. "I know your mother has kept some of those tiny little weights around for years. Aha!" He picked up a metal weight that was a mere ten pounds and handed it to Chain.
Immediately, she smiled, grabbed it, and waved it back and forth in her hands.
At that moment, the doorbell rang, and Vegeta and Chain went to answer it. At the door was none other than Goku, smiling with his famous Son grin.
"Hi, Vegeta! I thought maybe you might want to train!"
"Sadly, it isn't possible. Bulma left me in charge of watching the dependent offspring while she goes shopping." He put a harsh emphasis on the word 'shopping' as if it were a type of immoral act.
"Oh. You're baby-sitting, huh?" Goku asked. "Hey, I'd be happy to help out!" He beamed.
Vegeta scowled, until he finally answered. "Fine. But only because I don't like children and want her off of my hands. You're in charge of feeding and putting her down for a nap, and I'm in charge of keeping her entertained."
"Just entertaining her?" Goku wondered after he walked inside.
"Well, it can be rather difficult, Kakarot," Vegeta told him rather insincerely. "Fortunately, you get the easier jobs."
"Oh, okay!" He smiled.
Vegeta and Goku went into the living room, where Chain was set down on the floor and the weights were put next to her. Contentedly she picked it up and banged it lightly on the carpet.
. . . . . .
"This is my favorite store!" Bra told Demi. "I've been looking around a lot at wedding stores since you and Trunks were engaged, and I think this one is the nicest by far."
Demi, arms crossed, followed her guide into the store to glance around. There were a lot of wedding dresses on display, but most of them were your typical wedding dress with fancy, lacy skirts, annoying veils, and so on.
The woman behind the counter approached both Bra and Demi. "Can I help you?" she asked politely.
Demi was about to say 'No,' when Bra spoke up. "Yes, we want to see the most fashionable wedding dresses you have. Whatever's in style!"
"Certainly," the woman replied.
Demi sighed and put her hand to her forehead. I can deal with this, she thought, trying to calm her temper down.
The employee led Bra and Demi into the back where there were many gowns hung out on display.
"I think this one would be good for you," the employee told them, showing them a rather frilly dress with short sleeves.
"Oh, I'm not marrying, she is," Bra told her, pointing to her future sister- in-law.
Demi held her hands together tightly, trying to keep them from reaching out and ripping one of these dresses to shreds.
"Oh. Well, what about this one?" she showed them a wedding dress that stopped at the chest with a skirt that was definitely less full than the others they had browsed at.
"Yeah, Demi! That one looks really great!" Bra told her. "It would be really nice for you!"
"No."
"What? Come on. It would really flatter your figure!"
"No!" Demi wrenched the dress out of Bra's hold and threw it to the ground, panting.
Bra turned slightly scarlet. "Is there any type of style you prefer?" she wondered, handing the dress back to the woman helping them.
"Something simple. No lace, no flowers, no little patterns, just simple," Demi told them in a tone that clearly said 'I don't want my time wasted with these other stupid gowns.'
The employee was thinking for a moment, trying to remember if they had anything of that nature, until Bra spoke up nervously. "Maybe we should look in a different shop."
At the other end of the shopping center, Bulma had dragged Trunks into another wedding shop where silverware, tablecloths, napkins, cakes, and other accessories lay out.
"Trunks, look at this! What do you think?" She showed him a crystal punch bowl with a dipping spoon and little glasses.
He stared at it for a moment, wondering how he should answer, until one of the employees advanced towards them. "Good afternoon! Is there anything I can help you with?"
"We just need some simple, general items for a wedding. The color theme we'd picked was dark red and cream."
"Excellent! Have you picked some tablecloths, yet?"
Bulma and Trunks shook their heads.
"I have just the thing," she said. She took them over to a table set up on display, and pointed out the dark red tablecloth. "This is a nice simple pattern here, as you can see."
"Oh, that is nice!" Bulma exclaimed. "Trunks, what do you think?"
He looked at it for a moment. It was definitely simple. The subtle pattern that the woman told them about was just a small, glossy thread design of some flowers that reminded him a bit of a tapestry. They blended in very well. "Yeah, Mom. I like this one. I'm sure Demi won't mind it."
"Great! We'll take this one," Bulma said.
"Wonderful. You know, it would be very fashionable to choose also the cream color you wanted as another tablecloth for mixed in design. Or you can use it for the other tables, too."
"Lead the way!" Bulma told her.
. . . . . .
"Are you tired of playing, now?" Vegeta asked the young baby, who started to whimper in a fussy way. "Hungry?"
Chain ceased her whimpering as soon as she heard this word.
"Yes, you're hungry. Kakarot, you get to feed her, now."
"Okay. Come on, Chain, let's go get some eats!" He picked her up and took her to the kitchen.
"Some 'eats?'" Vegeta wondered at this immature sentence.
Goku set Chain down in her highchair. "Okay, now what would you like to eat?" He opened the cabinets to browse at the jars of baby food. "There's carrot flavor, plum, squash; hey, why not try them all!" He took an armful of jars over to her, grabbed a spoon from one of the drawers, and proceeded to feed her.
. . . . . .
"What about this one, Demi?" Bra inquired. She held out a long sleeved wedding dress.
Demi scowled even deeper. "No. How many times do I have to tell you I just want it to be simple? Just plain!"
"I don't really know of any dresses like that in the wedding department," the employee assisting them stated.
"Try this, Bra. Where do you shop for plain clothes?"
"Oh, I can show you my favorite store for that!" she told her excitedly.
Bulma and Trunks seemed to be having quite a bit of luck in their hunt. Bulma eyed a set of silverware. "These are nice!" she said, showing them to her son. "They're not too fancy. Do you like them?"
"Yeah, sure," he agreed. "We can have those."
"Great. And some napkins! I like these, what do you think?" Bulma held out some cloth napkins of a cream color.
"Sure, those are good."
"Alright! Now, let's see. We have the tablecloths, the drink set, silverware, napkins, candles, ribbons, flowers...I think that's it! Anything else we want we'll probably have to see a wedding coordinator, or something."
Trunks and Bulma paid for the items they'd found and headed out, bearing the large packages.
"Now, then. Where are those two?" Bulma placed her free hand on her waist impatiently.
"Now, this is what I was talking about," Demi said, holding out a white, short sleeved dress with a long skirt that started from right underneath the chest. "Yeah, I like this one. It's the best."
"Excellent," Bra nodded. "You know, this was surprising. I always thought you'd actually enjoy shopping."
"I beg to differ," Demi told her shortly.
. . . . . .
"Do you ever stop eating?" Goku asked with wide eyes as he helped Chain devour her twenty-eighth jar of food. "Don't tell me you want another one!"
Chain reached out for the twenty-ninth jar with her small hands.
"Oh, dear! I'm glad I don't have other children to worry about," he remarked, opening the next jar.
Finally, when Chain was finished eating, Vegeta alerted his fellow baby- sitter. "Alright, Kakarot. Now she needs to go down for a nap."
"Oh, good."
"Chain, guess what time it is!" Vegeta grinned a bit sadistically.
Chain, who wasn't thrilled about naptime, started to fuss, whimpering in her protest.
"Come on, Chain. Even I like naps!" Goku said, picking her up and taking her upstairs.
As soon as he set her down in her crib, she looked up at him with wide, glazed eyes that pleaded for his permission to stay up a while longer.
Goku's expression seemed sad and sympathetic. "I'm sorry, Chain. But your Daddy knows best. Now please try to get some sleep."
She started to wail and grabbed at the bars of her crib.
"Oh, my!" Goku sighed.
. . . . . .
"We're home!" Bulma called.
"Where's Dad?" Bra wondered.
"He'd better be taking care of Chain! Otherwise, he's a dead man!" she snapped.
Goku appeared in the doorway. "Hi! I see you're back."
"Goku, what are you doing here? And where's Vegeta and the baby?" Bulma inquired expectantly.
"I tried to help with putting her to sleep, but she wouldn't go to bed. So Vegeta had to come up and try to put her down. He came up just a few minutes ago."
"Just a few minutes ago?" Bulma screamed. "Her bed time was supposed to be long before just a few minutes ago!"
She ran up immediately to Chain's bedroom, opening the door in a panic, and suddenly stopped.
Vegeta was sitting in a chair, holding Chain in his arms, and both of them were fast asleep. Bulma grinned.
Bra, Trunks, and Demi soon appeared in the doorway, and none of them could help but smile at the sight before them.
Goku soon followed, and grinned, as well. "See? He's a great father."
"Yes." Bulma closed the door and faced the others. "Anyway, Demi. If you want to see what Trunks and I picked out, you're welcome. We found some really cute stuff!"
Suddenly, Demi frowned and slapped her hand onto her face. "Dang. I forgot."
"Forgot what?" Goku asked.
"Oh, no," Trunks muttered, remembering that he'd forgotten, as well.
"You forgot something, too?" Bra asked, setting her hands on her waist.
"We didn't get the wedding rings."
So, um...hope it was alright...Review!
Thanks a whole lot to everyone who reviewed, including animeprincess1452 and Trugeta!
To animeprincess1452: Yeah, you can depend on Goku to figure things out, so to speak...Thank you!
To Trugeta: Well, we can expect Chain at least to enjoy training when she gets older! And we'll see if Demi can keep her cool or not. Thank you!
Now here's the chapter...I hope it's satisfactory...
It was late evening, and everyone had trained as if they were preparing for a marathon fight.
"I think you did great," Trunks panted, putting his arm around his fiancé.
"You...too," she nodded, wiping her brow with a towel.
Pan collapsed into a chair. "I feel like an old, worn out shoe," she said, wiping her forehead.
Their levels were increasing dramatically; it wasn't very hard for anyone to tell, especially Goku and Vegeta, who constantly encouraged the others to keep up their hard training.
"Water," Trunks said. "I'll bring some for you guys."
"Okay, and after that, I have to go home to catch up on my sleep," Demi told him.
"What for?" Goten wondered.
"I have to get up early tomorrow, for one," she replied. "I've got a lot of things I need to do."
"Oh, yeah," Pan nodded. "You're going to visit the shopping center, aren't you?"
Demi scowled as her 'Yes.' Pan knew that she didn't enjoy shopping, but she had to look for a few wedding accessories and her gown. Bulma and Bra were going to accompany her to help her find her way around and give her some tips. And, naturally, being the groom, Trunks was going along, as well.
"Well, I hope you have fun," she said, despite the fact that she knew Demi wouldn't.
. . . . . .
"Okay, Vegeta. Now I'm putting my trust in you to take of our baby girl," Bulma said, clutching her purse sternly. "If I come home and find that anything has gone wrong, you will regret your carelessness."
"I know how to take of her," he snapped back.
"And you know –"
"Yes, feed her only the food you showed me when she's hungry and nap time is at twelve-thirty. No playing with anything dangerous, and so forth."
"Good. Have fun, dear." Bulma suddenly smiled sweetly as she, Bra, and Trunks left to get Demi.
Vegeta looked down at the child in his arms. "Now the question is how to keep you entertained."
Chain blinked at him.
"Alright, let's see." He went back into the house, closing the door behind him and looking for the first thing to distract her. The first thing that entered his mind was that she might be happy for a while if he let her play with some weights again.
He went up to his bedroom and searched through the closet. "I know your mother has kept some of those tiny little weights around for years. Aha!" He picked up a metal weight that was a mere ten pounds and handed it to Chain.
Immediately, she smiled, grabbed it, and waved it back and forth in her hands.
At that moment, the doorbell rang, and Vegeta and Chain went to answer it. At the door was none other than Goku, smiling with his famous Son grin.
"Hi, Vegeta! I thought maybe you might want to train!"
"Sadly, it isn't possible. Bulma left me in charge of watching the dependent offspring while she goes shopping." He put a harsh emphasis on the word 'shopping' as if it were a type of immoral act.
"Oh. You're baby-sitting, huh?" Goku asked. "Hey, I'd be happy to help out!" He beamed.
Vegeta scowled, until he finally answered. "Fine. But only because I don't like children and want her off of my hands. You're in charge of feeding and putting her down for a nap, and I'm in charge of keeping her entertained."
"Just entertaining her?" Goku wondered after he walked inside.
"Well, it can be rather difficult, Kakarot," Vegeta told him rather insincerely. "Fortunately, you get the easier jobs."
"Oh, okay!" He smiled.
Vegeta and Goku went into the living room, where Chain was set down on the floor and the weights were put next to her. Contentedly she picked it up and banged it lightly on the carpet.
. . . . . .
"This is my favorite store!" Bra told Demi. "I've been looking around a lot at wedding stores since you and Trunks were engaged, and I think this one is the nicest by far."
Demi, arms crossed, followed her guide into the store to glance around. There were a lot of wedding dresses on display, but most of them were your typical wedding dress with fancy, lacy skirts, annoying veils, and so on.
The woman behind the counter approached both Bra and Demi. "Can I help you?" she asked politely.
Demi was about to say 'No,' when Bra spoke up. "Yes, we want to see the most fashionable wedding dresses you have. Whatever's in style!"
"Certainly," the woman replied.
Demi sighed and put her hand to her forehead. I can deal with this, she thought, trying to calm her temper down.
The employee led Bra and Demi into the back where there were many gowns hung out on display.
"I think this one would be good for you," the employee told them, showing them a rather frilly dress with short sleeves.
"Oh, I'm not marrying, she is," Bra told her, pointing to her future sister- in-law.
Demi held her hands together tightly, trying to keep them from reaching out and ripping one of these dresses to shreds.
"Oh. Well, what about this one?" she showed them a wedding dress that stopped at the chest with a skirt that was definitely less full than the others they had browsed at.
"Yeah, Demi! That one looks really great!" Bra told her. "It would be really nice for you!"
"No."
"What? Come on. It would really flatter your figure!"
"No!" Demi wrenched the dress out of Bra's hold and threw it to the ground, panting.
Bra turned slightly scarlet. "Is there any type of style you prefer?" she wondered, handing the dress back to the woman helping them.
"Something simple. No lace, no flowers, no little patterns, just simple," Demi told them in a tone that clearly said 'I don't want my time wasted with these other stupid gowns.'
The employee was thinking for a moment, trying to remember if they had anything of that nature, until Bra spoke up nervously. "Maybe we should look in a different shop."
At the other end of the shopping center, Bulma had dragged Trunks into another wedding shop where silverware, tablecloths, napkins, cakes, and other accessories lay out.
"Trunks, look at this! What do you think?" She showed him a crystal punch bowl with a dipping spoon and little glasses.
He stared at it for a moment, wondering how he should answer, until one of the employees advanced towards them. "Good afternoon! Is there anything I can help you with?"
"We just need some simple, general items for a wedding. The color theme we'd picked was dark red and cream."
"Excellent! Have you picked some tablecloths, yet?"
Bulma and Trunks shook their heads.
"I have just the thing," she said. She took them over to a table set up on display, and pointed out the dark red tablecloth. "This is a nice simple pattern here, as you can see."
"Oh, that is nice!" Bulma exclaimed. "Trunks, what do you think?"
He looked at it for a moment. It was definitely simple. The subtle pattern that the woman told them about was just a small, glossy thread design of some flowers that reminded him a bit of a tapestry. They blended in very well. "Yeah, Mom. I like this one. I'm sure Demi won't mind it."
"Great! We'll take this one," Bulma said.
"Wonderful. You know, it would be very fashionable to choose also the cream color you wanted as another tablecloth for mixed in design. Or you can use it for the other tables, too."
"Lead the way!" Bulma told her.
. . . . . .
"Are you tired of playing, now?" Vegeta asked the young baby, who started to whimper in a fussy way. "Hungry?"
Chain ceased her whimpering as soon as she heard this word.
"Yes, you're hungry. Kakarot, you get to feed her, now."
"Okay. Come on, Chain, let's go get some eats!" He picked her up and took her to the kitchen.
"Some 'eats?'" Vegeta wondered at this immature sentence.
Goku set Chain down in her highchair. "Okay, now what would you like to eat?" He opened the cabinets to browse at the jars of baby food. "There's carrot flavor, plum, squash; hey, why not try them all!" He took an armful of jars over to her, grabbed a spoon from one of the drawers, and proceeded to feed her.
. . . . . .
"What about this one, Demi?" Bra inquired. She held out a long sleeved wedding dress.
Demi scowled even deeper. "No. How many times do I have to tell you I just want it to be simple? Just plain!"
"I don't really know of any dresses like that in the wedding department," the employee assisting them stated.
"Try this, Bra. Where do you shop for plain clothes?"
"Oh, I can show you my favorite store for that!" she told her excitedly.
Bulma and Trunks seemed to be having quite a bit of luck in their hunt. Bulma eyed a set of silverware. "These are nice!" she said, showing them to her son. "They're not too fancy. Do you like them?"
"Yeah, sure," he agreed. "We can have those."
"Great. And some napkins! I like these, what do you think?" Bulma held out some cloth napkins of a cream color.
"Sure, those are good."
"Alright! Now, let's see. We have the tablecloths, the drink set, silverware, napkins, candles, ribbons, flowers...I think that's it! Anything else we want we'll probably have to see a wedding coordinator, or something."
Trunks and Bulma paid for the items they'd found and headed out, bearing the large packages.
"Now, then. Where are those two?" Bulma placed her free hand on her waist impatiently.
"Now, this is what I was talking about," Demi said, holding out a white, short sleeved dress with a long skirt that started from right underneath the chest. "Yeah, I like this one. It's the best."
"Excellent," Bra nodded. "You know, this was surprising. I always thought you'd actually enjoy shopping."
"I beg to differ," Demi told her shortly.
. . . . . .
"Do you ever stop eating?" Goku asked with wide eyes as he helped Chain devour her twenty-eighth jar of food. "Don't tell me you want another one!"
Chain reached out for the twenty-ninth jar with her small hands.
"Oh, dear! I'm glad I don't have other children to worry about," he remarked, opening the next jar.
Finally, when Chain was finished eating, Vegeta alerted his fellow baby- sitter. "Alright, Kakarot. Now she needs to go down for a nap."
"Oh, good."
"Chain, guess what time it is!" Vegeta grinned a bit sadistically.
Chain, who wasn't thrilled about naptime, started to fuss, whimpering in her protest.
"Come on, Chain. Even I like naps!" Goku said, picking her up and taking her upstairs.
As soon as he set her down in her crib, she looked up at him with wide, glazed eyes that pleaded for his permission to stay up a while longer.
Goku's expression seemed sad and sympathetic. "I'm sorry, Chain. But your Daddy knows best. Now please try to get some sleep."
She started to wail and grabbed at the bars of her crib.
"Oh, my!" Goku sighed.
. . . . . .
"We're home!" Bulma called.
"Where's Dad?" Bra wondered.
"He'd better be taking care of Chain! Otherwise, he's a dead man!" she snapped.
Goku appeared in the doorway. "Hi! I see you're back."
"Goku, what are you doing here? And where's Vegeta and the baby?" Bulma inquired expectantly.
"I tried to help with putting her to sleep, but she wouldn't go to bed. So Vegeta had to come up and try to put her down. He came up just a few minutes ago."
"Just a few minutes ago?" Bulma screamed. "Her bed time was supposed to be long before just a few minutes ago!"
She ran up immediately to Chain's bedroom, opening the door in a panic, and suddenly stopped.
Vegeta was sitting in a chair, holding Chain in his arms, and both of them were fast asleep. Bulma grinned.
Bra, Trunks, and Demi soon appeared in the doorway, and none of them could help but smile at the sight before them.
Goku soon followed, and grinned, as well. "See? He's a great father."
"Yes." Bulma closed the door and faced the others. "Anyway, Demi. If you want to see what Trunks and I picked out, you're welcome. We found some really cute stuff!"
Suddenly, Demi frowned and slapped her hand onto her face. "Dang. I forgot."
"Forgot what?" Goku asked.
"Oh, no," Trunks muttered, remembering that he'd forgotten, as well.
"You forgot something, too?" Bra asked, setting her hands on her waist.
"We didn't get the wedding rings."
So, um...hope it was alright...Review!