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Sorry for the late update...well, some of you know that the server on this site was broken yesterday, so! Now to thank my reviewers, Trugeta, Rika/Phoenix, and animeprincess1452!
To Trugeta: Ah, yes, finding houses is always fun...and stressing. Thanks a whole lot for the compliments!
To Rika/Phoenix: Boy, I wish it would rain on our grill days over here. We're in the middle of a drought...
To animeprincess1452: Yes, a car is certainly grand! Thank you so very much!
Here you are, then...
Vegeta had been sitting in the kitchen all day with Chain in his arms, following a busy Bulma around, hoping she would take her from him.
"Bulma –"
"Not right now, Vegeta..." She bent down on her knees and looked up into the cabinets under the sink with a wrench in her hand.
"Bulma."
"What on earth keeps on breaking this disposal?" she wondered, examining the pipes from a closer angle.
"Bulma!"
"In a minute, dear," she told him patiently as if he had just now asked for her.
Vegeta frowned in displeasure, glancing at Chain. "What in heck am I supposed to do with you?" She stared at him blankly before he suddenly had an idea.
He grinned ambitiously and went over to the side of the counter. He opened one of the drawers, reached in quickly, and pulled out a clean dishtowel, which he then folded and set on the edge of the counter. Next, he placed Chain down with her head set on the pillow-towel and grinned successfully. "Now, then, just stay there while I get something to eat and your mother works."
"What?" Bulma looked up and yelped in her fright of the position Chain was set in. She came out rapidly from under the counter and grabbed the young baby, holding her closely in that protective manner, again. "Vegeta! What are you thinking?"
"I put a towel down for her head, didn't I?"
"You set her right on the very edge of the counter where she could have fallen off!" Bulma screamed angrily. "That's the last straw! From now on, you will not spend any time with her! I'll find someone more responsible to watch her while I'm working!"
"Yes, dear," he replied, all the while congratulating himself mentally on finally becoming Chain-free. If only it would last longer...
At that moment the phone rang. Vegeta stared at Bulma, expectant for her to answer it.
"No sir!" she told him strictly. "I'm watching the baby, so you can answer it!"
"Bulma, you already know I hate that machine!"
"Well, then, we'll just go ahead and let it ring, won't we?" she said, closing her eyes in a smug, superior manner.
Vegeta growled and picked the phone up off of the hook violently. "What?"
"Is Trunks Briefs available, please?" came a female voice.
"No."
"Oh. In that case, you can give him a message that he just got the apartment and, as soon as he fills out some paperwork, he can move in as soon as he wants. Thank you!" She hung up immediately along with Vegeta.
"Well, who was it?" Bulma inquired with a firm voice.
"Just that girl."
"What girl?"
"The daughter of the owners of the apartment," he told her.
"And? What did she say?"
"They got it..."
"Really?" Bulma smiled in delight and excitement. "They got the apartment? That's wonderful! We can't forget to tell Trunks as soon as he comes home!"
Vegeta only grunted.
. . . . . .
The doorbell suddenly rang and caught everyone's attention from the meal they were working on. "Goku, could you please get that?" Chi-Chi asked him.
He quickly finished up the last of his large meal and went to the front door to open it. Standing there was a young man with a large box held in his arms.
"This is the Son residence?"
"Yeah," Goku answered.
"I have a delivery for...Chi-Chi?" he thought back on the name.
"Oh, that's my wife. I can take this, though." Goku took up the box with one arm.
"And the shipping fee has already been paid, so have a nice day, sir!"
"Thanks." He came inside and closed the door behind him, bringing the box with him to the table. He set it down beside the chairs.
"Oh!" Chi-Chi smiled. "That must be the wedding present!"
"From both of us?" Goku wondered.
"Of course. And there's also a few gifts that Goten got them, I think."
"Say, where is he, anyway?" he inquired.
"I think he went to hang out with Trunks and Demi for a while. He said he'd be home soon."
. . . . . .
"Say what?" Goten asked as he, Trunks, and Demi came through the front door. Bulma glanced behind her to the approaching trio.
"I'm serious, it really happened," Trunks told him.
"Well, you guys are back," Bulma said, standing up from her seat with the baby sleeping in her arms. "I have something important to tell you."
"What's that?" Trunks inquired.
"You got a call today, and you also got the apartment," she grinned cleverly.
"We got it?" Demi asked, hoping she'd really heard Bulma right.
"Yes ma'am. You got the apartment, aren't you excited?"
"Yeah...But when am I supposed to move in?" she wondered.
"Just you?" her fiancé asked.
"You can move in, too," she told him, and then added something that hit him hard. "After we're married."
Bulma grinned with a sly satisfaction.
"What? Why?"
"Because, one: I said so, and two: it's the proper thing to do. I don't have a real home, so I can move in and get the apartment furnished for you, and then in February when we're married we can start living together," she answered.
"Sure," he said, looking away with a red color rising in his face. He understood...completely...
"Well, when are you going to move in, then?" Goten asked.
"Don't know," Demi replied. "I still kind of have to get furniture and all of the basic things I'll need."
Bulma paused in hesitation before speaking up. "Um...let me know as soon as you start to move in," she told her nervously.
"Yeah, sure," Demi replied.
. . . . . .
Paperwork for the apartment was the least of their worries; moving in was what posed the real problem, as there was nothing of their belongings to truly bring in, yet. It was still a couple of months before Demi and Trunks married, and he needed most of his things at home.
Demi had brought in her needed items: Blankets, pillows, cooking utensils, clothes, and more. She had bought new things since the fire and they were now all here. But besides what she already had, there wasn't much else.
Demi pulled out a pile of plates wrapped in protective paper from one of the moving boxes and started to sort them out for cleaning and then putting away. Suddenly, a ring at the doorbell turned her attention.
She went over to the window and opened it, leaning out to see who was there. Gohan and Videl were below at the gate, waving. She waved back and motioned that they could come up.
When they did, she found they were carrying a large box with them. They greeted her and then set the box down before her.
"What's this?"
"Your wedding gift," Gohan told her.
"Uh-huh."
"Open it!" Videl said.
"Right now?"
"Yes, now. You'll see why when you open it..."
Demi pulled the flaps of the cardboard box open and stared inside past the protective foam packaging to find a rim of curved wood. She lifted it out from the white foam pieces to find it was a large chair.
Actually, it seemed to be two large chairs that were formed together in the S-shape of the back-support. In one curve of the S was a seat, and in the other curve was another seat.
"Well, do you like it?" Videl asked hopefully.
"Definitely. It's really neat. It's great for the apartment, too. Thanks, guys."
They nodded. "It's a..." Videl started, and paused, trying to remember the name.
"A love seat," Gohan finished. "They were rather popular in the Eighteen- hundreds."
"Yeah, I thought that's what it was. Well, thanks a lot, I really like it. And I know where I want to place it." She carried the seat over to the sliding glass doors that led to the balcony and set it off slightly to the side.
Videl smiled in her joy and approval; with the seat set there, they could have a good view of the mountainsides and city beneath them.
Gohan and Videl weren't the only ones to visit Demi during her busy hours. Pan also came over to help some and present her own gift. She handed a box to her with a small and hesitant grin.
"Oh, you brought your gift too, huh?" Demi opened the cardboard box to find that Pan had bought her a silver stereo with radio, CD, and cassette player.
"Yes!" she exclaimed. Pan smiled in her relief. "My gosh, I can't believe you got me a stereo. Thanks."
"Glad you like it, I was rather nervous, to be honest," Pan said to her.
The afternoon seemed to be when everyone was giving their gifts to her because they came in handy for the new apartment. Chi-Chi and Goku arrived not too long after Pan had helped Demi put away another set of dishes.
"Grandpa!" Pan exclaimed. "Grandma!"
"Oh, again, huh?" Demi remarked.
The gift from Chi-Chi and Goku turned out to be a beautiful antique vanity stool with curved legs and a white leather seat.
As the afternoon proceeded, the rest of the presents were brought in. Goten was next to visit, bringing her a television with a DVD player and some DVDs thrown in.
Afterwards, Bulma and Vegeta stopped by with something she hadn't expected to receive, at all.
"Come on, Vegeta, hurry up!" Bulma called. Her husband came up the stairs, carrying a large, dark brown, fancy dining table with one hand.
"Oh, my gosh!" Demi exclaimed, examining the actual length of the table.
"Nice, isn't it?" Bulma asked.
"What did you get me?" she asked in more disbelief than actual wonderment. She took the table from Vegeta and set it down in the dining room.
Bulma grinned as she stared at the table's new position. "Okay, Vegeta, please get the rest of the stuff," she requested of an angered Saiyan.
"The rest?" Demi and Pan wondered.
"Of course! There's eight chairs to go with this, and I also got you a new living room table and chair, and a new bed since yours was caught in the fire."
Pan was stunned and speechless, and Demi was immensely relieved and grateful for everything Bulma had done. So much that she ended up shocking her with words she never thought she would hear. "Thanks, Mom."
Bulma paused, her eyes widening and her mouth falling open slightly. Demi...had called her...Mom? She knew that Demi's biological mother had not always been there for her before dying, and her family history was anything but memorable. In a way, Bulma was the only mother Demi might ever have again...
Kind of a sappy thing there at the end...Um...I hope it was alright. Review!
Sorry for the late update...well, some of you know that the server on this site was broken yesterday, so! Now to thank my reviewers, Trugeta, Rika/Phoenix, and animeprincess1452!
To Trugeta: Ah, yes, finding houses is always fun...and stressing. Thanks a whole lot for the compliments!
To Rika/Phoenix: Boy, I wish it would rain on our grill days over here. We're in the middle of a drought...
To animeprincess1452: Yes, a car is certainly grand! Thank you so very much!
Here you are, then...
Vegeta had been sitting in the kitchen all day with Chain in his arms, following a busy Bulma around, hoping she would take her from him.
"Bulma –"
"Not right now, Vegeta..." She bent down on her knees and looked up into the cabinets under the sink with a wrench in her hand.
"Bulma."
"What on earth keeps on breaking this disposal?" she wondered, examining the pipes from a closer angle.
"Bulma!"
"In a minute, dear," she told him patiently as if he had just now asked for her.
Vegeta frowned in displeasure, glancing at Chain. "What in heck am I supposed to do with you?" She stared at him blankly before he suddenly had an idea.
He grinned ambitiously and went over to the side of the counter. He opened one of the drawers, reached in quickly, and pulled out a clean dishtowel, which he then folded and set on the edge of the counter. Next, he placed Chain down with her head set on the pillow-towel and grinned successfully. "Now, then, just stay there while I get something to eat and your mother works."
"What?" Bulma looked up and yelped in her fright of the position Chain was set in. She came out rapidly from under the counter and grabbed the young baby, holding her closely in that protective manner, again. "Vegeta! What are you thinking?"
"I put a towel down for her head, didn't I?"
"You set her right on the very edge of the counter where she could have fallen off!" Bulma screamed angrily. "That's the last straw! From now on, you will not spend any time with her! I'll find someone more responsible to watch her while I'm working!"
"Yes, dear," he replied, all the while congratulating himself mentally on finally becoming Chain-free. If only it would last longer...
At that moment the phone rang. Vegeta stared at Bulma, expectant for her to answer it.
"No sir!" she told him strictly. "I'm watching the baby, so you can answer it!"
"Bulma, you already know I hate that machine!"
"Well, then, we'll just go ahead and let it ring, won't we?" she said, closing her eyes in a smug, superior manner.
Vegeta growled and picked the phone up off of the hook violently. "What?"
"Is Trunks Briefs available, please?" came a female voice.
"No."
"Oh. In that case, you can give him a message that he just got the apartment and, as soon as he fills out some paperwork, he can move in as soon as he wants. Thank you!" She hung up immediately along with Vegeta.
"Well, who was it?" Bulma inquired with a firm voice.
"Just that girl."
"What girl?"
"The daughter of the owners of the apartment," he told her.
"And? What did she say?"
"They got it..."
"Really?" Bulma smiled in delight and excitement. "They got the apartment? That's wonderful! We can't forget to tell Trunks as soon as he comes home!"
Vegeta only grunted.
. . . . . .
The doorbell suddenly rang and caught everyone's attention from the meal they were working on. "Goku, could you please get that?" Chi-Chi asked him.
He quickly finished up the last of his large meal and went to the front door to open it. Standing there was a young man with a large box held in his arms.
"This is the Son residence?"
"Yeah," Goku answered.
"I have a delivery for...Chi-Chi?" he thought back on the name.
"Oh, that's my wife. I can take this, though." Goku took up the box with one arm.
"And the shipping fee has already been paid, so have a nice day, sir!"
"Thanks." He came inside and closed the door behind him, bringing the box with him to the table. He set it down beside the chairs.
"Oh!" Chi-Chi smiled. "That must be the wedding present!"
"From both of us?" Goku wondered.
"Of course. And there's also a few gifts that Goten got them, I think."
"Say, where is he, anyway?" he inquired.
"I think he went to hang out with Trunks and Demi for a while. He said he'd be home soon."
. . . . . .
"Say what?" Goten asked as he, Trunks, and Demi came through the front door. Bulma glanced behind her to the approaching trio.
"I'm serious, it really happened," Trunks told him.
"Well, you guys are back," Bulma said, standing up from her seat with the baby sleeping in her arms. "I have something important to tell you."
"What's that?" Trunks inquired.
"You got a call today, and you also got the apartment," she grinned cleverly.
"We got it?" Demi asked, hoping she'd really heard Bulma right.
"Yes ma'am. You got the apartment, aren't you excited?"
"Yeah...But when am I supposed to move in?" she wondered.
"Just you?" her fiancé asked.
"You can move in, too," she told him, and then added something that hit him hard. "After we're married."
Bulma grinned with a sly satisfaction.
"What? Why?"
"Because, one: I said so, and two: it's the proper thing to do. I don't have a real home, so I can move in and get the apartment furnished for you, and then in February when we're married we can start living together," she answered.
"Sure," he said, looking away with a red color rising in his face. He understood...completely...
"Well, when are you going to move in, then?" Goten asked.
"Don't know," Demi replied. "I still kind of have to get furniture and all of the basic things I'll need."
Bulma paused in hesitation before speaking up. "Um...let me know as soon as you start to move in," she told her nervously.
"Yeah, sure," Demi replied.
. . . . . .
Paperwork for the apartment was the least of their worries; moving in was what posed the real problem, as there was nothing of their belongings to truly bring in, yet. It was still a couple of months before Demi and Trunks married, and he needed most of his things at home.
Demi had brought in her needed items: Blankets, pillows, cooking utensils, clothes, and more. She had bought new things since the fire and they were now all here. But besides what she already had, there wasn't much else.
Demi pulled out a pile of plates wrapped in protective paper from one of the moving boxes and started to sort them out for cleaning and then putting away. Suddenly, a ring at the doorbell turned her attention.
She went over to the window and opened it, leaning out to see who was there. Gohan and Videl were below at the gate, waving. She waved back and motioned that they could come up.
When they did, she found they were carrying a large box with them. They greeted her and then set the box down before her.
"What's this?"
"Your wedding gift," Gohan told her.
"Uh-huh."
"Open it!" Videl said.
"Right now?"
"Yes, now. You'll see why when you open it..."
Demi pulled the flaps of the cardboard box open and stared inside past the protective foam packaging to find a rim of curved wood. She lifted it out from the white foam pieces to find it was a large chair.
Actually, it seemed to be two large chairs that were formed together in the S-shape of the back-support. In one curve of the S was a seat, and in the other curve was another seat.
"Well, do you like it?" Videl asked hopefully.
"Definitely. It's really neat. It's great for the apartment, too. Thanks, guys."
They nodded. "It's a..." Videl started, and paused, trying to remember the name.
"A love seat," Gohan finished. "They were rather popular in the Eighteen- hundreds."
"Yeah, I thought that's what it was. Well, thanks a lot, I really like it. And I know where I want to place it." She carried the seat over to the sliding glass doors that led to the balcony and set it off slightly to the side.
Videl smiled in her joy and approval; with the seat set there, they could have a good view of the mountainsides and city beneath them.
Gohan and Videl weren't the only ones to visit Demi during her busy hours. Pan also came over to help some and present her own gift. She handed a box to her with a small and hesitant grin.
"Oh, you brought your gift too, huh?" Demi opened the cardboard box to find that Pan had bought her a silver stereo with radio, CD, and cassette player.
"Yes!" she exclaimed. Pan smiled in her relief. "My gosh, I can't believe you got me a stereo. Thanks."
"Glad you like it, I was rather nervous, to be honest," Pan said to her.
The afternoon seemed to be when everyone was giving their gifts to her because they came in handy for the new apartment. Chi-Chi and Goku arrived not too long after Pan had helped Demi put away another set of dishes.
"Grandpa!" Pan exclaimed. "Grandma!"
"Oh, again, huh?" Demi remarked.
The gift from Chi-Chi and Goku turned out to be a beautiful antique vanity stool with curved legs and a white leather seat.
As the afternoon proceeded, the rest of the presents were brought in. Goten was next to visit, bringing her a television with a DVD player and some DVDs thrown in.
Afterwards, Bulma and Vegeta stopped by with something she hadn't expected to receive, at all.
"Come on, Vegeta, hurry up!" Bulma called. Her husband came up the stairs, carrying a large, dark brown, fancy dining table with one hand.
"Oh, my gosh!" Demi exclaimed, examining the actual length of the table.
"Nice, isn't it?" Bulma asked.
"What did you get me?" she asked in more disbelief than actual wonderment. She took the table from Vegeta and set it down in the dining room.
Bulma grinned as she stared at the table's new position. "Okay, Vegeta, please get the rest of the stuff," she requested of an angered Saiyan.
"The rest?" Demi and Pan wondered.
"Of course! There's eight chairs to go with this, and I also got you a new living room table and chair, and a new bed since yours was caught in the fire."
Pan was stunned and speechless, and Demi was immensely relieved and grateful for everything Bulma had done. So much that she ended up shocking her with words she never thought she would hear. "Thanks, Mom."
Bulma paused, her eyes widening and her mouth falling open slightly. Demi...had called her...Mom? She knew that Demi's biological mother had not always been there for her before dying, and her family history was anything but memorable. In a way, Bulma was the only mother Demi might ever have again...
Kind of a sappy thing there at the end...Um...I hope it was alright. Review!