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Thank you so much, guys, for reviewing! Thank you animeprincess1452 and Trugeta!
To animeprincess1452: Thank you! Yes, when planning a wedding is already complicated enough, simple accessories seem to work best. And thanks a lot about the thing with Vegeta and Chain! Those are always sweet moments...
To Trugeta: Thank you! I'm glad I seem to update well, at least! And thanks a lot on the scene with Vegeta and Chain, I couldn't help but put it in...the idea came and I couldn't leave it out...And Demi, yes. Plenty of stress to go around, there.
Here's the chapter, then...
Gohan, while waiting for Demi and Pan to finish up their sparring round, was also watching Chain from the corner of his eye for Vegeta. She was rolling a small three-pound weight around. It was the only thing Bulma allowed her to play with as far as training equipment went.
"You doing okay there?" he smiled when the bar rolled over to his hand. He rolled it back to her and she caught it clumsily, picking it up happily.
Demi was suddenly hit rather hard in her nose. She countered the hit and crashed her fist into Pan's jaw, where she automatically grasped it in the jolt of pain.
"Can we take a break, now?" Pan asked.
Demi agreed, and quickly crossed the room to head to the kitchen for a drink of water. Trunks and Goten were finishing their drinks just as she and Pan walked through.
"Our five minutes is almost up," Goten told Trunks, glancing at the clock on the wall. "We should get back to work."
Demi had already finished drinking down her enormous glass of water, when she filled it back up once more.
"See you, guys," Pan said.
When everyone had completed their long, strenuous training for the day, Demi casually asked Trunks if he wanted to go to her house for just a while.
"Sure," he said. "But I have to be back kind of early. I really need to catch up on my sleep. This training isn't allowing for much time for rest."
When they made it to Demi's home, the two of them found that they were rather hungry from their long day of training. Demi told him she could cook something for the both of them.
"I only hope your skills are better than Mom's," he said to her from where he sat at the counter, waiting patiently.
"This can't be too hard," she said, glancing at the several boxes of pizza she pulled from the freezer. "You stick them in the oven and let them cook for a certain amount of time. Hey, do you want a drink, or something?"
"Maybe some milk," he told her.
She poured him a large glass of milk, and handed it to him. What she didn't expect though was, in his constant teasing, for him to grab the glass while her hand was still on it and start to drink it down, making it seem almost as if she were holding it to his lips, herself.
"Come on," she said to him. "Let go."
He finally finished and grinned at her. "Thank you," he told her.
She frowned and took the empty glass to the sink.
When the first pizza had finished cooking, they started to help themselves to some of the slices. On the table, Trunks noticed that his mother, from her last visit, had left a jewelry catalog behind.
When he finished eating and Demi took their plates to the kitchen, he took the opportunity to open it up and glance at the different rings. Suddenly, he noticed that one of them had a small star drawn beside it with a marker. It was a silver ring with three small diamonds across the top.
"Are you sure you had enough to eat?" Demi asked him from where she leaned in the doorway.
"Yeah," he replied. "I think so."
"Are you looking through that catalog?" she inquired, going over to sit beside him and glance at it.
He nodded. "Did you mark beside that?" he asked her.
"Yeah. What about?"
"Is that the ring you want? I mean, I know you don't like jewelry too much, but is that the ring you were wanting?"
"I suppose. I don't really care, just as long as it's simple. But, yeah, I think that one is okay," she nodded.
"Then I'll go ahead and get it for you. If that's the one you like, you can have it."
She nodded. "And, uh, I still haven't found a ring to get you."
"I'm not picky. Just as long as it's simple, too."
"Okay, well, I have one in mind, then."
"Oh, and by the way. Have we chosen the day in February when we want to marry?" Trunks asked.
"No. Trunks, why don't you just go ahead and choose when you want that? Because you know me; I'll never pick if I have to decide."
"If you're sure," he shrugged.
. . . . . .
"Bra!" Bulma called through the house. She'd just stepped in with some large packages under her arms. "Bra, could you come here, please?"
Her daughter came down the steps from her room and stood before her, holding her young sister in her arms. "What is it, Mom?"
"Could you help me, please? I have all of these packages. I got Trunks and Demi some wedding presents, and I took the liberty of picking out my outfit for the wedding. I also got your father and Chain something, but I thought you'd want to choose your own dress."
"What about Trunks? Has he picked out what he's going to wear, yet?" Bra took some of the boxes from her mother with a free hand while Chain was held in the other.
"No. I wonder if he's ever going to. Someone needs to talk to him about that." She put the remaining boxes on the table in the dining room. "I'll do it later, though."
Bra went looking through the packages immediately, until she happened to come across Chain's little dress. "Oh, how cute! Chain, look, this is what you're wearing for your big brother's wedding!" She held out a little, white, lacy dress before the child.
Chain's eyes went wide as though she were thinking 'I hope I don't have to wear that.'
Vegeta, who was hungry and desired for a meal to be cooked for him by none other than his wife, decided to greet her politely for the occasion. "Hello, Bulma." Suddenly, he saw the mounds of boxes on the table, realizing what they were for. "Goodbye, Bulma."
"Hold it right there, mister! I want you to try on this tuxedo I got you."
Vegeta growled and clenched his fists. Why did he have to be put through all of this?
Then, Trunks entered the room. "Hey, guys. What's all of this?"
"Don't go looking through anything, please," Bulma said to him. "There are presents in there for you."
"Presents?"
"Yeah," Bra told him in tone that said he was a bit clueless. "Your wedding presents. You know, for you and Demi?"
"Oh. Well, thanks." He placed a hand behind his head. Then, he noticed Chain's small dress. "Well, you were busy picking out clothes, I see," he remarked.
"Speaking of which, aren't you going to get your outfit?" Bra grinned slyly.
"What?" Trunks suddenly turned scarlet.
"Don't tell me you're going to appear at your own wedding wearing your normal everyday clothes!"
"No, of course not. But I...don't know of anywhere to find something."
"That's perfectly alright," Bulma told him. "I took the liberty of checking around at some shops, and I know of quite a few stores that are selling exactly what you're looking for."
"Great, well, I have to go. I need to pay a visit to Goten." He headed out the door. "See you, guys."
Bulma broke away some of the straps holding the boxes shut. "I'll just have to drag him out to look for an outfit tomorrow, myself, I guess."
. . . . . .
Chi-Chi was out in front of the house, hanging up some washed clothes to dry, when she noticed Trunks walk up along the path. She turned back and smiled. "Well, look who it is. How are you, Trunks?"
"Pretty good. Say, is Goten around? I have something I need to ask him."
"He should be inside somewhere." Chi-Chi straightened out one of the sheets she hung over the wires. "Go on in."
"Thanks." He made his way through the front door until he found Goten sitting on the couch, talking on the phone, seemingly deep in an important conversation.
He glanced up at Trunks, and said, "Hey, I got to go. Call you back." He put the cordless phone back on its hook and glanced up to his friend. "Hey, what are you doing here? How's Demi?"
"I haven't talked to her today. Listen, there's something kind of important I have to ask you."
. . . . . .
Videl opened the front door of their home and smiled at the visitor. "Oh, Demi. How are you?"
She shrugged, a sign she was doing well. "Look, I need to talk to Pan, if she's not too busy." Demi leaned on one leg and placed a hand on her hip.
"Of course. You can come in, if you like."
"No, thanks. I'll just wait here." She put some of her long bangs behind her ear.
"Okay. Hang on, I'll get her." Videl left the door slightly ajar while she went back into the main room of the house.
Soon enough, Pan appeared at the door. "Hi. I didn't expect to see you. What's up?"
"Well...I've got something very important to tell...actually ask you." Demi rubbed one of her arms, slightly nervous.
Pan listened intently for the question to come at her; she was curious at what Demi could possibly have to ask her that was important.
. . . . . .
"Are you serious?" Goten asked rather loudly, taken aback.
"Who else did you think I was going to ask?" Trunks wondered.
"I don't know. I guess I kind of forgot about that. But...I mean...are you serious about this?"
"You think I'm not?"
Goten thought for a moment; finally, he sighed and nodded. "Sure. I guess I can be the best man."
"Good. Well, I got to hit the bricks." Trunks exited the home and took off abruptly.
Chi-Chi came in carrying the empty laundry basket. "Hey, what was that all about?"
"Nothing," he replied anxiously.
. . . . . .
"Thanks," Demi gave a small smile. "You have no idea how nervous I was about this."
Pan laughed nervously. "No problem."
"Okay, then. See you." Demi left down the path a ways before taking to the air.
When Pan saw that she was gone, she suddenly snapped back to where she was. She went into the house to her father, who was reading, and smiled down at him.
He looked up at her. "Hey. What's up? You seem glad about something."
Pan's smile widened, until she couldn't help but say to him in a rather loud, excited manner, "I'm going to be the bride's maid!"
Well, I hope I've done okay. I've noticed in my last chapters and stories I had a lot of spelling errors. Have to work on that...Review!
Thank you so much, guys, for reviewing! Thank you animeprincess1452 and Trugeta!
To animeprincess1452: Thank you! Yes, when planning a wedding is already complicated enough, simple accessories seem to work best. And thanks a lot about the thing with Vegeta and Chain! Those are always sweet moments...
To Trugeta: Thank you! I'm glad I seem to update well, at least! And thanks a lot on the scene with Vegeta and Chain, I couldn't help but put it in...the idea came and I couldn't leave it out...And Demi, yes. Plenty of stress to go around, there.
Here's the chapter, then...
Gohan, while waiting for Demi and Pan to finish up their sparring round, was also watching Chain from the corner of his eye for Vegeta. She was rolling a small three-pound weight around. It was the only thing Bulma allowed her to play with as far as training equipment went.
"You doing okay there?" he smiled when the bar rolled over to his hand. He rolled it back to her and she caught it clumsily, picking it up happily.
Demi was suddenly hit rather hard in her nose. She countered the hit and crashed her fist into Pan's jaw, where she automatically grasped it in the jolt of pain.
"Can we take a break, now?" Pan asked.
Demi agreed, and quickly crossed the room to head to the kitchen for a drink of water. Trunks and Goten were finishing their drinks just as she and Pan walked through.
"Our five minutes is almost up," Goten told Trunks, glancing at the clock on the wall. "We should get back to work."
Demi had already finished drinking down her enormous glass of water, when she filled it back up once more.
"See you, guys," Pan said.
When everyone had completed their long, strenuous training for the day, Demi casually asked Trunks if he wanted to go to her house for just a while.
"Sure," he said. "But I have to be back kind of early. I really need to catch up on my sleep. This training isn't allowing for much time for rest."
When they made it to Demi's home, the two of them found that they were rather hungry from their long day of training. Demi told him she could cook something for the both of them.
"I only hope your skills are better than Mom's," he said to her from where he sat at the counter, waiting patiently.
"This can't be too hard," she said, glancing at the several boxes of pizza she pulled from the freezer. "You stick them in the oven and let them cook for a certain amount of time. Hey, do you want a drink, or something?"
"Maybe some milk," he told her.
She poured him a large glass of milk, and handed it to him. What she didn't expect though was, in his constant teasing, for him to grab the glass while her hand was still on it and start to drink it down, making it seem almost as if she were holding it to his lips, herself.
"Come on," she said to him. "Let go."
He finally finished and grinned at her. "Thank you," he told her.
She frowned and took the empty glass to the sink.
When the first pizza had finished cooking, they started to help themselves to some of the slices. On the table, Trunks noticed that his mother, from her last visit, had left a jewelry catalog behind.
When he finished eating and Demi took their plates to the kitchen, he took the opportunity to open it up and glance at the different rings. Suddenly, he noticed that one of them had a small star drawn beside it with a marker. It was a silver ring with three small diamonds across the top.
"Are you sure you had enough to eat?" Demi asked him from where she leaned in the doorway.
"Yeah," he replied. "I think so."
"Are you looking through that catalog?" she inquired, going over to sit beside him and glance at it.
He nodded. "Did you mark beside that?" he asked her.
"Yeah. What about?"
"Is that the ring you want? I mean, I know you don't like jewelry too much, but is that the ring you were wanting?"
"I suppose. I don't really care, just as long as it's simple. But, yeah, I think that one is okay," she nodded.
"Then I'll go ahead and get it for you. If that's the one you like, you can have it."
She nodded. "And, uh, I still haven't found a ring to get you."
"I'm not picky. Just as long as it's simple, too."
"Okay, well, I have one in mind, then."
"Oh, and by the way. Have we chosen the day in February when we want to marry?" Trunks asked.
"No. Trunks, why don't you just go ahead and choose when you want that? Because you know me; I'll never pick if I have to decide."
"If you're sure," he shrugged.
. . . . . .
"Bra!" Bulma called through the house. She'd just stepped in with some large packages under her arms. "Bra, could you come here, please?"
Her daughter came down the steps from her room and stood before her, holding her young sister in her arms. "What is it, Mom?"
"Could you help me, please? I have all of these packages. I got Trunks and Demi some wedding presents, and I took the liberty of picking out my outfit for the wedding. I also got your father and Chain something, but I thought you'd want to choose your own dress."
"What about Trunks? Has he picked out what he's going to wear, yet?" Bra took some of the boxes from her mother with a free hand while Chain was held in the other.
"No. I wonder if he's ever going to. Someone needs to talk to him about that." She put the remaining boxes on the table in the dining room. "I'll do it later, though."
Bra went looking through the packages immediately, until she happened to come across Chain's little dress. "Oh, how cute! Chain, look, this is what you're wearing for your big brother's wedding!" She held out a little, white, lacy dress before the child.
Chain's eyes went wide as though she were thinking 'I hope I don't have to wear that.'
Vegeta, who was hungry and desired for a meal to be cooked for him by none other than his wife, decided to greet her politely for the occasion. "Hello, Bulma." Suddenly, he saw the mounds of boxes on the table, realizing what they were for. "Goodbye, Bulma."
"Hold it right there, mister! I want you to try on this tuxedo I got you."
Vegeta growled and clenched his fists. Why did he have to be put through all of this?
Then, Trunks entered the room. "Hey, guys. What's all of this?"
"Don't go looking through anything, please," Bulma said to him. "There are presents in there for you."
"Presents?"
"Yeah," Bra told him in tone that said he was a bit clueless. "Your wedding presents. You know, for you and Demi?"
"Oh. Well, thanks." He placed a hand behind his head. Then, he noticed Chain's small dress. "Well, you were busy picking out clothes, I see," he remarked.
"Speaking of which, aren't you going to get your outfit?" Bra grinned slyly.
"What?" Trunks suddenly turned scarlet.
"Don't tell me you're going to appear at your own wedding wearing your normal everyday clothes!"
"No, of course not. But I...don't know of anywhere to find something."
"That's perfectly alright," Bulma told him. "I took the liberty of checking around at some shops, and I know of quite a few stores that are selling exactly what you're looking for."
"Great, well, I have to go. I need to pay a visit to Goten." He headed out the door. "See you, guys."
Bulma broke away some of the straps holding the boxes shut. "I'll just have to drag him out to look for an outfit tomorrow, myself, I guess."
. . . . . .
Chi-Chi was out in front of the house, hanging up some washed clothes to dry, when she noticed Trunks walk up along the path. She turned back and smiled. "Well, look who it is. How are you, Trunks?"
"Pretty good. Say, is Goten around? I have something I need to ask him."
"He should be inside somewhere." Chi-Chi straightened out one of the sheets she hung over the wires. "Go on in."
"Thanks." He made his way through the front door until he found Goten sitting on the couch, talking on the phone, seemingly deep in an important conversation.
He glanced up at Trunks, and said, "Hey, I got to go. Call you back." He put the cordless phone back on its hook and glanced up to his friend. "Hey, what are you doing here? How's Demi?"
"I haven't talked to her today. Listen, there's something kind of important I have to ask you."
. . . . . .
Videl opened the front door of their home and smiled at the visitor. "Oh, Demi. How are you?"
She shrugged, a sign she was doing well. "Look, I need to talk to Pan, if she's not too busy." Demi leaned on one leg and placed a hand on her hip.
"Of course. You can come in, if you like."
"No, thanks. I'll just wait here." She put some of her long bangs behind her ear.
"Okay. Hang on, I'll get her." Videl left the door slightly ajar while she went back into the main room of the house.
Soon enough, Pan appeared at the door. "Hi. I didn't expect to see you. What's up?"
"Well...I've got something very important to tell...actually ask you." Demi rubbed one of her arms, slightly nervous.
Pan listened intently for the question to come at her; she was curious at what Demi could possibly have to ask her that was important.
. . . . . .
"Are you serious?" Goten asked rather loudly, taken aback.
"Who else did you think I was going to ask?" Trunks wondered.
"I don't know. I guess I kind of forgot about that. But...I mean...are you serious about this?"
"You think I'm not?"
Goten thought for a moment; finally, he sighed and nodded. "Sure. I guess I can be the best man."
"Good. Well, I got to hit the bricks." Trunks exited the home and took off abruptly.
Chi-Chi came in carrying the empty laundry basket. "Hey, what was that all about?"
"Nothing," he replied anxiously.
. . . . . .
"Thanks," Demi gave a small smile. "You have no idea how nervous I was about this."
Pan laughed nervously. "No problem."
"Okay, then. See you." Demi left down the path a ways before taking to the air.
When Pan saw that she was gone, she suddenly snapped back to where she was. She went into the house to her father, who was reading, and smiled down at him.
He looked up at her. "Hey. What's up? You seem glad about something."
Pan's smile widened, until she couldn't help but say to him in a rather loud, excited manner, "I'm going to be the bride's maid!"
Well, I hope I've done okay. I've noticed in my last chapters and stories I had a lot of spelling errors. Have to work on that...Review!