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Thank you so much, guys, for reviewing! It always makes me glad to see reviews! So here's to animeprincess1452, Trugeta, Rika/Phoenix, AnimeLuverGurlz, and DracoMalfoylover108! You're all great!
To animeprincess1452: Yes, she does feel awful. Quite a few anxieties. And thank you so much for the compliments!
To Trugeta: Yep! You were right! And yes, Vegeta will be proud! He'll have quite a few expectations for his young grandchild. So will Bulma, though probably not along the line of what Vegeta has. And I'm glad you're interested! Thank you!
To Rika/Phoenix: Hm, I see. Interesting. Anyway, yeah, not a real joy.
To AnimeLuverGurlz: Yes, poor Demi. She isn't feeling great at all. And here, I updated!
To DracoMalfoylover108, chapter 1: Thank you for the compliment!
To DracoMalfoylover108, chapter 2: It is liker her to get so excited, isn't it? And thanks a lot for the compliments!
Here you go...
Trunks awoke a little earlier than he would have liked. It was still dark outside. He glanced over to his alarm clock. It was only four twenty-two in the morning.
He rolled over onto his side and tried to go back to sleep, but the gagging noises from the bathroom kept him awake.
In the bathroom, Demi kneeled once again before the toilet, leaning over the bowl groggily. She groaned for a moment, and breathed in deeply, then gagged and threw up another stomach-full into the bowl.
Demi felt as if the vomiting would never stop. And what was worse was that the vessels in her face were breaking even more than before.
Finally, Trunks felt he could relax. The retching noises ceased, and he sensed his wife pass him by.
Demi made her way downstairs into the small kitchen. She closed the door behind her and leaned back, arms spread out to each side as she gripped the edge of the counter with her hands.
A few hours later, Trunks sat up in bed and glanced around. Demi wasn't in the room. He slipped out from underneath the bed sheets and headed downstairs without bothering to pull a shirt on.
He entered the kitchen and saw Demi making waffles. She turned and smiled sweetly at Trunks. "Good morning, honey. How nice to see you...awake."
Trunks was uncertain at first. "Good morning."
"Are you hungry? I'm making you some waffles with blueberries and whipped cream for breakfast."
Trunks grinned. It certainly sounded delicious. "Sounds good," he told her.
"Would you please do me a favor, then? Could you set the table?"
This was new. Demi had never asked for him to set the table for them in the mornings before. "Sure."
He grabbed the plates and silverware and headed out of the kitchen to set them down upon the small table in the next room.
When Demi finished cooking, Trunks immediately grabbed the waffles and topped them. He proceeded to eat with a true Saiyan's appetite, until he noticed Demi.
She had always had a large appetite. But this was ridiculous! She stuffed an entire waffle in her mouth, and then shoveled in some blueberries. Trunks felt sick watching her...
He tried to ignore it, he tried examining the tablecloth, he tried thinking hungry thoughts hoping to get his appetite back.
Then the telephone rang. Demi swallowed and stood up from her chair. "I'll get it. Hello?"
"Demi, how are you?" It was Bulma, and she sounded as cheerful as ever.
"Oh, pretty good," she replied.
"Glad to hear it. I was wondering if you wanted to drop by today? I'd like to talk to you. Just chat."
Demi thought for a moment. She usually wasn't one for chitchat. But maybe Bulma could give her some advice on her unexpected situation. "Okay. I'll be over there as soon as I finish breakfast."
"Wonderful. I'll see you then."
Demi replaced the phone and sat down with Trunks at the table. He had taken advantage of the lull and scarfed down as much of his meal as he could manage before Demi came back.
"That was your mom," Demi told him. "I'm going over there as soon as we're done."
He nodded. "Alright. I guess you don't mind, then, if I go ahead and pay a visit to the others while you're gone."
She blinked up at him and picked up another waffle.
"I just thought I'd go ahead and tell them about the baby," he said. He paused. Saying those words seemed so strange.
"Yes, that's a good idea," she mumbled through a mouthful of waffle, sprinkling the table with globs of blueberry and cream.
Demi and Trunks finished up and headed upstairs to shower and dress.
Just before Trunks left, he turned back to his wife. "Hey. Do you want me to drop you off?"
"Why?"
"I don't know...to keep you company." Trunks was a little worried. What if something happened to Demi or the baby?
"It'll save time if we go separately."
"Yeah, but..."
She grinned at him knowingly. "I'm going to be fine. I can still take care of myself, you know."
He stared at her for a moment. "Just promise me you aren't going to do anything...that's potentially dangerous."
"Oh, come on."
"Please promise me?"
Demi sighed. "I promise...you big dork."
He smiled at the small reassurance and kissed her on her forehead, then took off to meet the others.
Demi turned and looked at her car. Trunks hadn't taken it, probably because he thought she would be safer if she drove. She stared and shook her head. I'd rather fly, she thought. It's so much faster.
Up, up, and away. She took off for Bulma's.
Trunks decided to pay a visit to Goten.
He spotted the Son house, landed at their door, and knocked. "Hello."
Goku opened the door and smiled cheerfully. "Hi, Trunks!"
"Hey, Goku. Mind if I come in?"
"Sure. What's up?"
"I was hoping to talk to Goten if he's around. Actually, I wanted to speak to you and Chi-Chi, too." He sunk his hands into his pockets.
Just then, Chi-Chi came in from the next room. "Trunks! What a pleasant surprise! How are you?"
"Fine, thanks. Is Goten here?"
"He's just up in his room." She glanced up the stairs. "Goten! You have a visitor!"
Goten came down the stairs. "Hey, what's up? Long time no see," he said. "What have you been up to lately?"
"Actually, that's what I was going to tell you guys about," Trunks replied.
"Oh?" Chi-Chi placed her hands on her waist.
"What is it?" Goku asked apprehensively.
"Do you want the long version or the short one?"
"Why don't you give us the short one," Chi-Chi said.
"Well, Demi's pregnant."
Chi-Chi gasped.
"No way!" Goten exclaimed. "That's awesome!"
Goku was shocked. "Pregnant?"
"Congratulations! I bet you're proud!" Goten beamed.
"How wonderful, you're going to be parents!" Chi-Chi told no one in particular. "So tell me! Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?"
"We don't know yet," Trunks replied. "As long as it's healthy, I'm happy enough. But..." He grinned and put a hand behind his head. "I wouldn't mind having a girl."
"When are you expecting?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. I'll probably have Demi make some appointments. She won't be too happy about it, if I know her, but it's for the best."
"Well, let us know as soon as you figure out when the baby's due!" Chi-Chi smiled.
"Of course," he nodded.
Suddenly, Goku grinned widely. "Demi's Pregnant! Congratulations, Trunks!" He took Trunks's hand and shook it. "You're going to be father, that's pretty cool!"
. . . . . .
The doorbell rang, and Bulma moved toward the door to answer it. She smiled. "Hi, Demi! Glad you could make it! Come in."
Demi smiled at her mother-in-law. "Thanks for inviting me."
"How are you feeling today?"
"A little better. So, where do you want to talk?"
"Anywhere is fine," Bulma replied. "Chain and Vegeta are busy in the GR, so that'll give us plenty of time to talk." She led her daughter-in-law to the living room and they sat down.
"I've been wanting to ask you some questions," Demi said, "about the pregnancy."
"Sure."
"Well," she started, "the morning-sickness hasn't exactly been fun. It's a little embarrassing, but my face bleeds each time I get sick."
"That's perfectly normal, Demi."
She felt slightly reassured. "Yeah?"
"Sure. Chi-Chi and I both experienced that. It is a little embarrassing, at first, but it goes away soon enough."
"That's a relief." She leaned her arms on her legs and grinned to herself.
Bulma smiled. She could tell Demi was unsure. "Being pregnant requires a lot of effort, but it's such a nice experience. The joy of becoming a mother-to-be is so wonderful. And not just because of the new baby."
"I was wondering..." Demi started. "I don't really know how Trunks feels about all of this yet."
"Just talk to him. I'm sure he has plenty of concerns of his own."
"Are there any other side effects that I need to be worried about?" Demi asked nervously.
"Mood swings," Bulma said immediately. "Believe me, the mood swings are something to reckon with. One minute you feel just fine, and before you know it the smallest thing can set you off. All of the little things you used to be able to overlook will get on your nerves." She smiled in thought. "I remember when I was pregnant with Trunks. Boy, my mood swings really got to Vegeta. For once he was careful around me."
Demi grinned. She couldn't imagine Vegeta walking on eggshells because he was scared of making Bulma upset.
"Yeah, I could demand special treatment from him."
This caught Demi's immediate interest. "Special treatment?"
"I was treated like a queen. Or a princess, I should say. There were a few times when he even brought me breakfast in bed. Speaking of which, have the cravings started yet?"
"Um...I was feeling a little hungrier than usual at breakfast, but not any specific cravings," Demi answered.
"Expect strange cravings. I know Chi-Chi's cravings weren't too bad, she just wanted watermelon all the time."
"What about you?" Demi wondered.
"My cravings were weird. I really wanted to have hot sauce in my cereal," she replied.
Hot sauce in cereal? Yum. Just thinking about it made Demi's mouth water.
"Anyway, if you ever have any more questions, I'm always here," Bulma told her. "And I have a few questions myself. What are your plans?"
"Well..." Demi thought. Was she supposed to have a plan? "I'm a little bit anxious about seeing a doctor and I'm thinking about giving up training. I don't want to hurt the baby."
"I understand. Although your father-in-law might not. When are you going to see if it's a boy or a girl?"
"I don't think I want to know."
Bulma's eyes widened in surprise and disappointment. "Why not?"
"I'd like it to be a surprise."
She had been so excited about seeing the baby. But Demi was the mother, and had the right to keep it a surprise if she wanted. Bulma would just have to wait.
Hopefully this chapter was as good as expected. Review!
And not forgetting to thank my editor! Thank you!
Thank you so much, guys, for reviewing! It always makes me glad to see reviews! So here's to animeprincess1452, Trugeta, Rika/Phoenix, AnimeLuverGurlz, and DracoMalfoylover108! You're all great!
To animeprincess1452: Yes, she does feel awful. Quite a few anxieties. And thank you so much for the compliments!
To Trugeta: Yep! You were right! And yes, Vegeta will be proud! He'll have quite a few expectations for his young grandchild. So will Bulma, though probably not along the line of what Vegeta has. And I'm glad you're interested! Thank you!
To Rika/Phoenix: Hm, I see. Interesting. Anyway, yeah, not a real joy.
To AnimeLuverGurlz: Yes, poor Demi. She isn't feeling great at all. And here, I updated!
To DracoMalfoylover108, chapter 1: Thank you for the compliment!
To DracoMalfoylover108, chapter 2: It is liker her to get so excited, isn't it? And thanks a lot for the compliments!
Here you go...
Trunks awoke a little earlier than he would have liked. It was still dark outside. He glanced over to his alarm clock. It was only four twenty-two in the morning.
He rolled over onto his side and tried to go back to sleep, but the gagging noises from the bathroom kept him awake.
In the bathroom, Demi kneeled once again before the toilet, leaning over the bowl groggily. She groaned for a moment, and breathed in deeply, then gagged and threw up another stomach-full into the bowl.
Demi felt as if the vomiting would never stop. And what was worse was that the vessels in her face were breaking even more than before.
Finally, Trunks felt he could relax. The retching noises ceased, and he sensed his wife pass him by.
Demi made her way downstairs into the small kitchen. She closed the door behind her and leaned back, arms spread out to each side as she gripped the edge of the counter with her hands.
A few hours later, Trunks sat up in bed and glanced around. Demi wasn't in the room. He slipped out from underneath the bed sheets and headed downstairs without bothering to pull a shirt on.
He entered the kitchen and saw Demi making waffles. She turned and smiled sweetly at Trunks. "Good morning, honey. How nice to see you...awake."
Trunks was uncertain at first. "Good morning."
"Are you hungry? I'm making you some waffles with blueberries and whipped cream for breakfast."
Trunks grinned. It certainly sounded delicious. "Sounds good," he told her.
"Would you please do me a favor, then? Could you set the table?"
This was new. Demi had never asked for him to set the table for them in the mornings before. "Sure."
He grabbed the plates and silverware and headed out of the kitchen to set them down upon the small table in the next room.
When Demi finished cooking, Trunks immediately grabbed the waffles and topped them. He proceeded to eat with a true Saiyan's appetite, until he noticed Demi.
She had always had a large appetite. But this was ridiculous! She stuffed an entire waffle in her mouth, and then shoveled in some blueberries. Trunks felt sick watching her...
He tried to ignore it, he tried examining the tablecloth, he tried thinking hungry thoughts hoping to get his appetite back.
Then the telephone rang. Demi swallowed and stood up from her chair. "I'll get it. Hello?"
"Demi, how are you?" It was Bulma, and she sounded as cheerful as ever.
"Oh, pretty good," she replied.
"Glad to hear it. I was wondering if you wanted to drop by today? I'd like to talk to you. Just chat."
Demi thought for a moment. She usually wasn't one for chitchat. But maybe Bulma could give her some advice on her unexpected situation. "Okay. I'll be over there as soon as I finish breakfast."
"Wonderful. I'll see you then."
Demi replaced the phone and sat down with Trunks at the table. He had taken advantage of the lull and scarfed down as much of his meal as he could manage before Demi came back.
"That was your mom," Demi told him. "I'm going over there as soon as we're done."
He nodded. "Alright. I guess you don't mind, then, if I go ahead and pay a visit to the others while you're gone."
She blinked up at him and picked up another waffle.
"I just thought I'd go ahead and tell them about the baby," he said. He paused. Saying those words seemed so strange.
"Yes, that's a good idea," she mumbled through a mouthful of waffle, sprinkling the table with globs of blueberry and cream.
Demi and Trunks finished up and headed upstairs to shower and dress.
Just before Trunks left, he turned back to his wife. "Hey. Do you want me to drop you off?"
"Why?"
"I don't know...to keep you company." Trunks was a little worried. What if something happened to Demi or the baby?
"It'll save time if we go separately."
"Yeah, but..."
She grinned at him knowingly. "I'm going to be fine. I can still take care of myself, you know."
He stared at her for a moment. "Just promise me you aren't going to do anything...that's potentially dangerous."
"Oh, come on."
"Please promise me?"
Demi sighed. "I promise...you big dork."
He smiled at the small reassurance and kissed her on her forehead, then took off to meet the others.
Demi turned and looked at her car. Trunks hadn't taken it, probably because he thought she would be safer if she drove. She stared and shook her head. I'd rather fly, she thought. It's so much faster.
Up, up, and away. She took off for Bulma's.
Trunks decided to pay a visit to Goten.
He spotted the Son house, landed at their door, and knocked. "Hello."
Goku opened the door and smiled cheerfully. "Hi, Trunks!"
"Hey, Goku. Mind if I come in?"
"Sure. What's up?"
"I was hoping to talk to Goten if he's around. Actually, I wanted to speak to you and Chi-Chi, too." He sunk his hands into his pockets.
Just then, Chi-Chi came in from the next room. "Trunks! What a pleasant surprise! How are you?"
"Fine, thanks. Is Goten here?"
"He's just up in his room." She glanced up the stairs. "Goten! You have a visitor!"
Goten came down the stairs. "Hey, what's up? Long time no see," he said. "What have you been up to lately?"
"Actually, that's what I was going to tell you guys about," Trunks replied.
"Oh?" Chi-Chi placed her hands on her waist.
"What is it?" Goku asked apprehensively.
"Do you want the long version or the short one?"
"Why don't you give us the short one," Chi-Chi said.
"Well, Demi's pregnant."
Chi-Chi gasped.
"No way!" Goten exclaimed. "That's awesome!"
Goku was shocked. "Pregnant?"
"Congratulations! I bet you're proud!" Goten beamed.
"How wonderful, you're going to be parents!" Chi-Chi told no one in particular. "So tell me! Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?"
"We don't know yet," Trunks replied. "As long as it's healthy, I'm happy enough. But..." He grinned and put a hand behind his head. "I wouldn't mind having a girl."
"When are you expecting?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. I'll probably have Demi make some appointments. She won't be too happy about it, if I know her, but it's for the best."
"Well, let us know as soon as you figure out when the baby's due!" Chi-Chi smiled.
"Of course," he nodded.
Suddenly, Goku grinned widely. "Demi's Pregnant! Congratulations, Trunks!" He took Trunks's hand and shook it. "You're going to be father, that's pretty cool!"
. . . . . .
The doorbell rang, and Bulma moved toward the door to answer it. She smiled. "Hi, Demi! Glad you could make it! Come in."
Demi smiled at her mother-in-law. "Thanks for inviting me."
"How are you feeling today?"
"A little better. So, where do you want to talk?"
"Anywhere is fine," Bulma replied. "Chain and Vegeta are busy in the GR, so that'll give us plenty of time to talk." She led her daughter-in-law to the living room and they sat down.
"I've been wanting to ask you some questions," Demi said, "about the pregnancy."
"Sure."
"Well," she started, "the morning-sickness hasn't exactly been fun. It's a little embarrassing, but my face bleeds each time I get sick."
"That's perfectly normal, Demi."
She felt slightly reassured. "Yeah?"
"Sure. Chi-Chi and I both experienced that. It is a little embarrassing, at first, but it goes away soon enough."
"That's a relief." She leaned her arms on her legs and grinned to herself.
Bulma smiled. She could tell Demi was unsure. "Being pregnant requires a lot of effort, but it's such a nice experience. The joy of becoming a mother-to-be is so wonderful. And not just because of the new baby."
"I was wondering..." Demi started. "I don't really know how Trunks feels about all of this yet."
"Just talk to him. I'm sure he has plenty of concerns of his own."
"Are there any other side effects that I need to be worried about?" Demi asked nervously.
"Mood swings," Bulma said immediately. "Believe me, the mood swings are something to reckon with. One minute you feel just fine, and before you know it the smallest thing can set you off. All of the little things you used to be able to overlook will get on your nerves." She smiled in thought. "I remember when I was pregnant with Trunks. Boy, my mood swings really got to Vegeta. For once he was careful around me."
Demi grinned. She couldn't imagine Vegeta walking on eggshells because he was scared of making Bulma upset.
"Yeah, I could demand special treatment from him."
This caught Demi's immediate interest. "Special treatment?"
"I was treated like a queen. Or a princess, I should say. There were a few times when he even brought me breakfast in bed. Speaking of which, have the cravings started yet?"
"Um...I was feeling a little hungrier than usual at breakfast, but not any specific cravings," Demi answered.
"Expect strange cravings. I know Chi-Chi's cravings weren't too bad, she just wanted watermelon all the time."
"What about you?" Demi wondered.
"My cravings were weird. I really wanted to have hot sauce in my cereal," she replied.
Hot sauce in cereal? Yum. Just thinking about it made Demi's mouth water.
"Anyway, if you ever have any more questions, I'm always here," Bulma told her. "And I have a few questions myself. What are your plans?"
"Well..." Demi thought. Was she supposed to have a plan? "I'm a little bit anxious about seeing a doctor and I'm thinking about giving up training. I don't want to hurt the baby."
"I understand. Although your father-in-law might not. When are you going to see if it's a boy or a girl?"
"I don't think I want to know."
Bulma's eyes widened in surprise and disappointment. "Why not?"
"I'd like it to be a surprise."
She had been so excited about seeing the baby. But Demi was the mother, and had the right to keep it a surprise if she wanted. Bulma would just have to wait.
Hopefully this chapter was as good as expected. Review!
And not forgetting to thank my editor! Thank you!