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Thank you so much for reviewing, guys! I always look forward to your reviews! So thanks to animeprincess1452, Trugeta, Rika/Phoenix, and AnimeLuverGurlz!
To animeprincess1452: Thank you! I'm glad it's alright so far! I always value your good opinion!
To Trugeta: Yes sirree! She is! Glad the start was good, thank you!
To Rika/Phoenix: Chain's like Trunks when he was little? I hadn't noticed, wow! Thank you!
To AnimeLuverGurlz: Thank you, thank you! I'm glad I got a good opinion from you in the start! And here, I updated!
Okay...
Trunks tried to keep training with Vegeta and Chain in the GR, but he couldn't focus. It wasn't normal for Demi to get sick like that.
Demi was still lying on the couch in the living room. Bulma sat down next to her and placed a hand on her daughter-in-law's shoulder. "What's the matter?" she asked.
"I'm pregnant."
. . . . . .
Demi had sat in her love seat, staring out of the balcony window. She had been waiting for Trunks to get home from work. She leaned her head on the back of the love seat and sighed.
She needed to talk to Trunks. But she was worried about how he would react?
Demi glanced at the small clock on the table beside her. Nine forty-six. Late. She heard the door open and close downstairs.
Trunks quietly slipped through the front door. He removed his jacket and put it on the coat rack nearby. Oh man, he thought. Demi's going to be mad.
He ascended the stairs slowly, and made his way into the living room. He glanced around cautiously, until the familiar voice greeted him.
"Hi, honey. I missed you today." Demi smiled up and Trunks and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.
"I..., uh, missed you today, too," he replied uncertainly.
"Are you hungry? I can fix you something if you'd like."
"You don't have to do that," he answered.
They were both exhausted so they got into bed. Demi pretended to read for a minute. Then she set the book on her nightstand and glanced over to her husband. "Trunks?"
"What?" he mumbled groggily.
"Never mind..."
Trunks rolled over, draped an arm lazily around her waist, and snored loudly into her ear.
. . . . . .
"You're pregnant." Bulma smiled knowingly. She wrapped her arms around her daughter-in-law and pulled her into an uncomfortable hug. "That's great. Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Oh, I'm so happy! Finally!" Bulma clapped her hands together and grinned. "We'll have grandchildren! Have you told Trunks yet?"
"Not yet," she replied.
"Oh, well. It's alright! I can't wait, I'm so excited! I'm going to have a grandbaby!" Bulma stood up.
Trunks, Chain, and Vegeta were just walking through the door.
"Guys, guess what?" Bulma asked cunningly.
"You're ordering out after all?"
Bulma shot a sly glance over to Demi. Demi's response was indifferent. "I'm pregnant."
"What?" Trunks blurted out.
"You're what?" Chain wondered.
"Pregnant!" Vegeta snapped. "P-R-E-G-N-"
"You're going to be a mom?" She interrupted her father.
"Yes, she is. And you're going to be an aunt," Bulma chimed in.
"Wow! I am, aren't I?"
Trunks stared at Demi. "Are you sure?" he asked anxiously.
"I'm sure."
He leaned back and took a deep breath. He wasn't ready to be a father. He didn't know anything about babies. They cry a lot. He knew that. But the more he thought about it the more he started getting excited about the idea. He was going to be a parent!
"So, 'Dad,' how do you feel?" Chain grinned.
"Wow. I don't know," he replied vacantly.
Vegeta was stunned. He kept mouthing 'pregnant' over and over silently. Trunks and Demi were finally going to give him a strong little boy or girl who would become a great Saiyan.
. . . . . .
After Trunks and Demi went home, Chain dragged her father outside to watch the meteor shower.
She lay on her back in the grass, hands behind her head. "Wow, did you see that one, Dad?" she pointed.
"There is nothing extremely spectacular about 'shooting stars,'" he told her while sitting with his arms crossed. "They're simply meteorites entering the planet's atmosphere."
"But they're so pretty. Isn't it nice to get to enjoy something beautiful every now and then?"
Vegeta glared at his daughter who pretended not to notice, then looked back up.
. . . . . .
"Goku, this is so wonderful!" Chi-Chi moved closer to her husband and leaned back to look at the stars.
He hugged her close and smiled. When he held her like this she felt so protected and loved. She could just curl up and close her eyes with no worries. She smiled contentedly.
. . . . . .
Demi was kneeling uncomfortably with her head resting on the toilet seat. The bathroom was rank with the sweet sick smell of vomit.
Trunks was trying to give his wife as much space as possible, and tried to ignore the heaving sounds coming from the bathroom. It almost made him want to throw up. He swallowed hard and turned another page in the book he was reading.
When she was sure she was finished, Demi stood up and went to the sink. She washed her hands and rinsed out her mouth. She looked into the mirror and did a double-take. Was she broken out? She leaned in closer and inspected the tiny red specks on her cheeks and around her mouth.
"Oh my gosh!" She had vomited so hard that the blood vessels in her face had broken! It looked awful. She reached into the medicine cabinet, found her makeup bag and did what she could to cover up the red spots covering her face. Hopefully Trunks wouldn't notice.
She came out slowly.
"Are you feeling better?" Trunks asked her.
She nodded faintly and sat down beside him on the sofa.
"What happened to your face?" he asked without thinking.
She started crying. This was so embarrassing!
"Hey, it's okay. You're still pretty. It's barely even noticeable," he lied.
"I guess we'll have to tell everyone." Demi looked up at him.
"About your face?"
"No, stupid," she punched him playfully. "You know what I mean." She was dreading all of the 'Congratulations' and the obligatory questions that would follow: 'When will it be born?' 'Is it a boy or a girl?' 'Have you got any names picked out?'
Trunks could tell that Demi wasn't happy about the situation. And he sympathized. Demi and lots of attention didn't go well together at all. "I'll tell everybody," he promised.
A small smiled crept over her face.
"Yeah," he nodded. "The most important thing right now is for you to feel comfortable."
"You're wonderful." She wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes. He was so good to her. She loved him, and deep down she was happy that she would be having this baby.
So I hope this other chapter was satisfactory. Some of the things I wrote were taken out, but oh well! It's nice to have everything checked up! Review!
And again, thanks to my editor, the Great Gordon and His Amazing Festival of Fools, as he likes to joke!
Thank you so much for reviewing, guys! I always look forward to your reviews! So thanks to animeprincess1452, Trugeta, Rika/Phoenix, and AnimeLuverGurlz!
To animeprincess1452: Thank you! I'm glad it's alright so far! I always value your good opinion!
To Trugeta: Yes sirree! She is! Glad the start was good, thank you!
To Rika/Phoenix: Chain's like Trunks when he was little? I hadn't noticed, wow! Thank you!
To AnimeLuverGurlz: Thank you, thank you! I'm glad I got a good opinion from you in the start! And here, I updated!
Okay...
Trunks tried to keep training with Vegeta and Chain in the GR, but he couldn't focus. It wasn't normal for Demi to get sick like that.
Demi was still lying on the couch in the living room. Bulma sat down next to her and placed a hand on her daughter-in-law's shoulder. "What's the matter?" she asked.
"I'm pregnant."
. . . . . .
Demi had sat in her love seat, staring out of the balcony window. She had been waiting for Trunks to get home from work. She leaned her head on the back of the love seat and sighed.
She needed to talk to Trunks. But she was worried about how he would react?
Demi glanced at the small clock on the table beside her. Nine forty-six. Late. She heard the door open and close downstairs.
Trunks quietly slipped through the front door. He removed his jacket and put it on the coat rack nearby. Oh man, he thought. Demi's going to be mad.
He ascended the stairs slowly, and made his way into the living room. He glanced around cautiously, until the familiar voice greeted him.
"Hi, honey. I missed you today." Demi smiled up and Trunks and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.
"I..., uh, missed you today, too," he replied uncertainly.
"Are you hungry? I can fix you something if you'd like."
"You don't have to do that," he answered.
They were both exhausted so they got into bed. Demi pretended to read for a minute. Then she set the book on her nightstand and glanced over to her husband. "Trunks?"
"What?" he mumbled groggily.
"Never mind..."
Trunks rolled over, draped an arm lazily around her waist, and snored loudly into her ear.
. . . . . .
"You're pregnant." Bulma smiled knowingly. She wrapped her arms around her daughter-in-law and pulled her into an uncomfortable hug. "That's great. Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Oh, I'm so happy! Finally!" Bulma clapped her hands together and grinned. "We'll have grandchildren! Have you told Trunks yet?"
"Not yet," she replied.
"Oh, well. It's alright! I can't wait, I'm so excited! I'm going to have a grandbaby!" Bulma stood up.
Trunks, Chain, and Vegeta were just walking through the door.
"Guys, guess what?" Bulma asked cunningly.
"You're ordering out after all?"
Bulma shot a sly glance over to Demi. Demi's response was indifferent. "I'm pregnant."
"What?" Trunks blurted out.
"You're what?" Chain wondered.
"Pregnant!" Vegeta snapped. "P-R-E-G-N-"
"You're going to be a mom?" She interrupted her father.
"Yes, she is. And you're going to be an aunt," Bulma chimed in.
"Wow! I am, aren't I?"
Trunks stared at Demi. "Are you sure?" he asked anxiously.
"I'm sure."
He leaned back and took a deep breath. He wasn't ready to be a father. He didn't know anything about babies. They cry a lot. He knew that. But the more he thought about it the more he started getting excited about the idea. He was going to be a parent!
"So, 'Dad,' how do you feel?" Chain grinned.
"Wow. I don't know," he replied vacantly.
Vegeta was stunned. He kept mouthing 'pregnant' over and over silently. Trunks and Demi were finally going to give him a strong little boy or girl who would become a great Saiyan.
. . . . . .
After Trunks and Demi went home, Chain dragged her father outside to watch the meteor shower.
She lay on her back in the grass, hands behind her head. "Wow, did you see that one, Dad?" she pointed.
"There is nothing extremely spectacular about 'shooting stars,'" he told her while sitting with his arms crossed. "They're simply meteorites entering the planet's atmosphere."
"But they're so pretty. Isn't it nice to get to enjoy something beautiful every now and then?"
Vegeta glared at his daughter who pretended not to notice, then looked back up.
. . . . . .
"Goku, this is so wonderful!" Chi-Chi moved closer to her husband and leaned back to look at the stars.
He hugged her close and smiled. When he held her like this she felt so protected and loved. She could just curl up and close her eyes with no worries. She smiled contentedly.
. . . . . .
Demi was kneeling uncomfortably with her head resting on the toilet seat. The bathroom was rank with the sweet sick smell of vomit.
Trunks was trying to give his wife as much space as possible, and tried to ignore the heaving sounds coming from the bathroom. It almost made him want to throw up. He swallowed hard and turned another page in the book he was reading.
When she was sure she was finished, Demi stood up and went to the sink. She washed her hands and rinsed out her mouth. She looked into the mirror and did a double-take. Was she broken out? She leaned in closer and inspected the tiny red specks on her cheeks and around her mouth.
"Oh my gosh!" She had vomited so hard that the blood vessels in her face had broken! It looked awful. She reached into the medicine cabinet, found her makeup bag and did what she could to cover up the red spots covering her face. Hopefully Trunks wouldn't notice.
She came out slowly.
"Are you feeling better?" Trunks asked her.
She nodded faintly and sat down beside him on the sofa.
"What happened to your face?" he asked without thinking.
She started crying. This was so embarrassing!
"Hey, it's okay. You're still pretty. It's barely even noticeable," he lied.
"I guess we'll have to tell everyone." Demi looked up at him.
"About your face?"
"No, stupid," she punched him playfully. "You know what I mean." She was dreading all of the 'Congratulations' and the obligatory questions that would follow: 'When will it be born?' 'Is it a boy or a girl?' 'Have you got any names picked out?'
Trunks could tell that Demi wasn't happy about the situation. And he sympathized. Demi and lots of attention didn't go well together at all. "I'll tell everybody," he promised.
A small smiled crept over her face.
"Yeah," he nodded. "The most important thing right now is for you to feel comfortable."
"You're wonderful." She wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes. He was so good to her. She loved him, and deep down she was happy that she would be having this baby.
So I hope this other chapter was satisfactory. Some of the things I wrote were taken out, but oh well! It's nice to have everything checked up! Review!
And again, thanks to my editor, the Great Gordon and His Amazing Festival of Fools, as he likes to joke!