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So sorry for not updating as fast as I hoped I would! My schedule got very behind...I was so busy! And my editor wasn't doing his job, on top of it...he did edit, though, just not when he got the chapter...
Well, for my super appreciative thanks to everyone who reviewed! Thank you animeprincess1452, Trugeta, DracoMalfoylover108, DBZAngelX, Samurai of Cherry Blossoms, and AnimeLuverGurlz! You're all excellent!
To animeprincess1452: Thank you! He is going to be in trouble soon...It should renew some of the respect he has for his wife, at least.
To Trugeta: Thank you! He'll have to be careful around her pretty soon. And yes, that's an excellent idea! A club of scared husbands! Mood-swings and cravings...Trunks will soon find out...
To DracoMalfoylover108: Thanks for the compliments! Glad I'm doing well!
To DBZAngelX: Thanks a whole lot for the compliment! Although I'm sorry I didn't get this posted sooner...
To Samurai of Cherry Blossoms: Most special thanks to you, I really appreciate being put on your favorites. I'm glad the story meets with your approval!
To AnimeLuverGurlz: Yeah, it's hard to think of anyone who'd want to eat that...And thank you! Here, I updated!
Here it is, then...
Bulma and Demi were drinking lemonade. They sat at the counter on stools, sipping (or Demi rather drowning down) their drinks.
You know, you should make an appointment as soon as possible," Bulma told Demi. "We don't want there to be problems with the baby."
Demi felt her stomach squirm uncomfortably. She had been worried about the baby ever since she found out she was pregnant. She finished off the last of her lemonade. "I'm nervous. I don't know...I know I shouldn't be, but I am...Mom?"
"Yes?"
"I know that, being rather skilled in medical care, you're acquainted with several doctors. Would you mind helping us find a good obstetrician? Someone who could properly help us monitor the baby, as it is a growing Saiyan."
"I do know a few doctors. And I understand completely that you're going to want someone who can keep up with your child. I'd love to help you."
"Thanks," Demi poured some more lemonade into her glass.
"But I know you've got to be exhausted, and right now the most important thing is for you to relax. Anything I can help you with, just let me know."
"I've heard about how some couple's relationships are...interrupted by the baby." Demi gulped down her lemonade. She wanted to be sure that her relationship with Trunks stayed the same and he didn't feel neglected or unimportant.
"I'm sure that you two will be fine, dear," Bulma promised. "But, don't be too surprised if you feel stressed out constantly. Carrying and then giving birth to a child is no walk in the park, especially when it's a Saiyan. It is exhausting."
Demi gave a small sigh. "I'm getting stressed out just thinking about it."
"My suggestion to you would be to take every opportunity to relax. Don't ignore what your body tells you."
They were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing. "Mom...Hello...It's me!" Bra appeared in the kitchen doorway. "Hey, guys! What's up?"
"How are you, honey?" Bulma smiled at her daughter.
"Pretty cool. I didn't think Demi was going to be here. How've you been?"
"Good, thank you," she replied.
"I hardly get to see you and Trunks anymore. We're so busy..." Bra leaned on the counter casually. "What's new?"
Bulma grinned as she stood from her seat and put the pitcher back into the refrigerator.
Bra paused. "Have I missed something?"
"Nothing much...Auntie Bra..."
"Auntie?" She straightened. "Demi! You're...!"
"Pregnant?" She grinned cunningly.
"Oh, congratulations! How sweet! You're going to be a mother!" The gleam in her eyes brightened. "And my brother is going to be a father! I'm so happy!" She took Bulma's empty seat at the counter quickly, then leaned forward. "Well? Do you have any names? Is it a boy or a girl? When is it due?"
"Not sure yet," Demi answered calmly. "But your mom agreed to find me a good obstetrician, provided Trunks doesn't mind. So I guess we'll know before too long."
Bulma gave another smile. She enjoyed helping her family, and now so when her son and daughter-in-law were going to need lots of advice and help from her.
Bra was thrilled. She was going to be an aunt! She simply couldn't wait to see her new nephew or niece.
. . . . . .
Pan set her head down on her desk and sighed. How much longer until she could leave? People seemed to enjoy making students wait in college. She thought about what she would do as soon as she was free. Maybe she'd stop to see her mother and father before going back to her apartment.
Class dismissed. Pan immediately headed out to Gohan and Videl's.
. . . . . .
Trunks landed in front of the house, knocked loudly on the door, and waited for Videl to answer. "Trunks! Gohan, get over here, we've got a visitor!"
Gohan came over. "Trunks! I haven't seen you in a long time. Too long, actually."
"Well, everyone's been really busy," he replied.
"Busy is right," Videl agreed, putting one hand on her hip. "Well, come in."
"Thanks." He stepped inside. "Is Pan here?"
"We haven't heard from her for a while," Gohan answered. "My guess is she's been busy with her classes."
"I was kind of hoping she'd be here for what I have to say..."
The sound of an approaching car turned everyone's heads. "You may just get your wish," Videl said.
Pan stepped in through the door. "Hi, guys. Trunks! How's it going? What are you doing here?"
"Hey, Pan. I was going to tell you all something. I do assume you want to hear about it." He put a hand behind his head.
"Well, yes." she said, putting her hands on her waist. "I always want to know what's going on."
Gohan nodded. "So what's up?"
"Well..." Trunks grinned. "It's Demi."
"Is something wrong with her?" Videl wondered.
"No, she's just going to have a baby."
"A baby!" they exclaimed in unison.
"Oh, it's so sweet!" Videl smiled. "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you and Demi! This is just so wonderful!"
"Congratulations," Gohan grinned. "Welcome to fatherhood."
He nodded. "Thanks."
"Incredible," Pan muttered. "Wow, you're going to be a daddy! You're going to have a little baby! A baby!" she repeated. "How cool is that? So, do you want a boy or a girl?"
"I, uh...guess I'm hoping for a girl."
"Oh, that's sweet," Videl said to no one specific. "And when are you guys expecting?"
"I just found out yesterday. So we're not that sure about anything, yet. But I'll be sure to let you know when we are."
"I just can't believe you're going to be a dad," Pan said.
"Yeah. Hope everything goes well for you," Gohan told him.
. . . . . .
Trunks arrived back at his apartment. He came inside, wondering if Demi was already home. "Hello?"
When he didn't receive an answer, he headed upstairs to find her in the living room. She was waiting for him. "Hello, sweetheart," she greeted.
"How did it go today?"
"I had a nice conversation with your mom. She gave me some good advice."
"I'm glad." He took a seat next to her.
"And while I was talking to her today, I asked her if she wouldn't mind helping us find a good obstetrician. Of course, I wanted to make sure you're okay with it before she does."
He nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. My mom knows some good doctors, and I'm sure she could find someone who would do a good job."
"And one more thing...I don't want to have an ultrasound to find out if it's a boy or a girl. You don't mind, do you?"
"I guess not, why?"
"Because I want to be surprised. You know, a little bit of suspense," she grinned.
He smiled at her. "You always amaze me."
"Is that a good thing?"
He wrapped his arms around her and leaned her forward to him. Holding her in his arms, he began to think on how things were going to change. And he was looking forward to every moment of it.
. . . . . .
That evening Trunks and Demi crawled into bed. They each grabbed a book to read.
Just as Trunks hit a very interesting paragraph in his book, Demi reached over and tapped him. "Hey, I'm kind of hungry."
"What?"
"I'm hungry, dear. Do you think maybe you could get me something?" she asked.
Trunks blinked. "Uh...sure. What would you like?"
"How about a glass of warm milk and some cucumber?"
"Okay. I'll be right back." He headed downstairs into the kitchen where he poured the milk and put it in the microwave to warm it. He took a cucumber out of the refrigerator and washed it off.
Trunks grabbed a small knife (so Demi could cut it) and took the food up.
She smiled and took the glass from him.
Trunks got back under the covers and picked up his book, trying to figure out where he'd left off.
Dem finished the glass of milk quickly. She examined the knife for a moment, and then set it on the nightstand. She bit into the cucumber, crunching noisily.
Trunks was going to be sick. Demi gulped down the cucumber in half a dozen nauseating bites. Listening to Demi chew set all of Trunks' nerves on edge. It was awful.
"Did you get enough to eat?" he inquired timidly.
"I think so. Well...Good night, honey."
"Good night..."
I hope the chapter was good. Review!
And not forgetting to thank my editor! So...here it is! Thank you! You're doing great!
So sorry for not updating as fast as I hoped I would! My schedule got very behind...I was so busy! And my editor wasn't doing his job, on top of it...he did edit, though, just not when he got the chapter...
Well, for my super appreciative thanks to everyone who reviewed! Thank you animeprincess1452, Trugeta, DracoMalfoylover108, DBZAngelX, Samurai of Cherry Blossoms, and AnimeLuverGurlz! You're all excellent!
To animeprincess1452: Thank you! He is going to be in trouble soon...It should renew some of the respect he has for his wife, at least.
To Trugeta: Thank you! He'll have to be careful around her pretty soon. And yes, that's an excellent idea! A club of scared husbands! Mood-swings and cravings...Trunks will soon find out...
To DracoMalfoylover108: Thanks for the compliments! Glad I'm doing well!
To DBZAngelX: Thanks a whole lot for the compliment! Although I'm sorry I didn't get this posted sooner...
To Samurai of Cherry Blossoms: Most special thanks to you, I really appreciate being put on your favorites. I'm glad the story meets with your approval!
To AnimeLuverGurlz: Yeah, it's hard to think of anyone who'd want to eat that...And thank you! Here, I updated!
Here it is, then...
Bulma and Demi were drinking lemonade. They sat at the counter on stools, sipping (or Demi rather drowning down) their drinks.
You know, you should make an appointment as soon as possible," Bulma told Demi. "We don't want there to be problems with the baby."
Demi felt her stomach squirm uncomfortably. She had been worried about the baby ever since she found out she was pregnant. She finished off the last of her lemonade. "I'm nervous. I don't know...I know I shouldn't be, but I am...Mom?"
"Yes?"
"I know that, being rather skilled in medical care, you're acquainted with several doctors. Would you mind helping us find a good obstetrician? Someone who could properly help us monitor the baby, as it is a growing Saiyan."
"I do know a few doctors. And I understand completely that you're going to want someone who can keep up with your child. I'd love to help you."
"Thanks," Demi poured some more lemonade into her glass.
"But I know you've got to be exhausted, and right now the most important thing is for you to relax. Anything I can help you with, just let me know."
"I've heard about how some couple's relationships are...interrupted by the baby." Demi gulped down her lemonade. She wanted to be sure that her relationship with Trunks stayed the same and he didn't feel neglected or unimportant.
"I'm sure that you two will be fine, dear," Bulma promised. "But, don't be too surprised if you feel stressed out constantly. Carrying and then giving birth to a child is no walk in the park, especially when it's a Saiyan. It is exhausting."
Demi gave a small sigh. "I'm getting stressed out just thinking about it."
"My suggestion to you would be to take every opportunity to relax. Don't ignore what your body tells you."
They were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing. "Mom...Hello...It's me!" Bra appeared in the kitchen doorway. "Hey, guys! What's up?"
"How are you, honey?" Bulma smiled at her daughter.
"Pretty cool. I didn't think Demi was going to be here. How've you been?"
"Good, thank you," she replied.
"I hardly get to see you and Trunks anymore. We're so busy..." Bra leaned on the counter casually. "What's new?"
Bulma grinned as she stood from her seat and put the pitcher back into the refrigerator.
Bra paused. "Have I missed something?"
"Nothing much...Auntie Bra..."
"Auntie?" She straightened. "Demi! You're...!"
"Pregnant?" She grinned cunningly.
"Oh, congratulations! How sweet! You're going to be a mother!" The gleam in her eyes brightened. "And my brother is going to be a father! I'm so happy!" She took Bulma's empty seat at the counter quickly, then leaned forward. "Well? Do you have any names? Is it a boy or a girl? When is it due?"
"Not sure yet," Demi answered calmly. "But your mom agreed to find me a good obstetrician, provided Trunks doesn't mind. So I guess we'll know before too long."
Bulma gave another smile. She enjoyed helping her family, and now so when her son and daughter-in-law were going to need lots of advice and help from her.
Bra was thrilled. She was going to be an aunt! She simply couldn't wait to see her new nephew or niece.
. . . . . .
Pan set her head down on her desk and sighed. How much longer until she could leave? People seemed to enjoy making students wait in college. She thought about what she would do as soon as she was free. Maybe she'd stop to see her mother and father before going back to her apartment.
Class dismissed. Pan immediately headed out to Gohan and Videl's.
. . . . . .
Trunks landed in front of the house, knocked loudly on the door, and waited for Videl to answer. "Trunks! Gohan, get over here, we've got a visitor!"
Gohan came over. "Trunks! I haven't seen you in a long time. Too long, actually."
"Well, everyone's been really busy," he replied.
"Busy is right," Videl agreed, putting one hand on her hip. "Well, come in."
"Thanks." He stepped inside. "Is Pan here?"
"We haven't heard from her for a while," Gohan answered. "My guess is she's been busy with her classes."
"I was kind of hoping she'd be here for what I have to say..."
The sound of an approaching car turned everyone's heads. "You may just get your wish," Videl said.
Pan stepped in through the door. "Hi, guys. Trunks! How's it going? What are you doing here?"
"Hey, Pan. I was going to tell you all something. I do assume you want to hear about it." He put a hand behind his head.
"Well, yes." she said, putting her hands on her waist. "I always want to know what's going on."
Gohan nodded. "So what's up?"
"Well..." Trunks grinned. "It's Demi."
"Is something wrong with her?" Videl wondered.
"No, she's just going to have a baby."
"A baby!" they exclaimed in unison.
"Oh, it's so sweet!" Videl smiled. "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you and Demi! This is just so wonderful!"
"Congratulations," Gohan grinned. "Welcome to fatherhood."
He nodded. "Thanks."
"Incredible," Pan muttered. "Wow, you're going to be a daddy! You're going to have a little baby! A baby!" she repeated. "How cool is that? So, do you want a boy or a girl?"
"I, uh...guess I'm hoping for a girl."
"Oh, that's sweet," Videl said to no one specific. "And when are you guys expecting?"
"I just found out yesterday. So we're not that sure about anything, yet. But I'll be sure to let you know when we are."
"I just can't believe you're going to be a dad," Pan said.
"Yeah. Hope everything goes well for you," Gohan told him.
. . . . . .
Trunks arrived back at his apartment. He came inside, wondering if Demi was already home. "Hello?"
When he didn't receive an answer, he headed upstairs to find her in the living room. She was waiting for him. "Hello, sweetheart," she greeted.
"How did it go today?"
"I had a nice conversation with your mom. She gave me some good advice."
"I'm glad." He took a seat next to her.
"And while I was talking to her today, I asked her if she wouldn't mind helping us find a good obstetrician. Of course, I wanted to make sure you're okay with it before she does."
He nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. My mom knows some good doctors, and I'm sure she could find someone who would do a good job."
"And one more thing...I don't want to have an ultrasound to find out if it's a boy or a girl. You don't mind, do you?"
"I guess not, why?"
"Because I want to be surprised. You know, a little bit of suspense," she grinned.
He smiled at her. "You always amaze me."
"Is that a good thing?"
He wrapped his arms around her and leaned her forward to him. Holding her in his arms, he began to think on how things were going to change. And he was looking forward to every moment of it.
. . . . . .
That evening Trunks and Demi crawled into bed. They each grabbed a book to read.
Just as Trunks hit a very interesting paragraph in his book, Demi reached over and tapped him. "Hey, I'm kind of hungry."
"What?"
"I'm hungry, dear. Do you think maybe you could get me something?" she asked.
Trunks blinked. "Uh...sure. What would you like?"
"How about a glass of warm milk and some cucumber?"
"Okay. I'll be right back." He headed downstairs into the kitchen where he poured the milk and put it in the microwave to warm it. He took a cucumber out of the refrigerator and washed it off.
Trunks grabbed a small knife (so Demi could cut it) and took the food up.
She smiled and took the glass from him.
Trunks got back under the covers and picked up his book, trying to figure out where he'd left off.
Dem finished the glass of milk quickly. She examined the knife for a moment, and then set it on the nightstand. She bit into the cucumber, crunching noisily.
Trunks was going to be sick. Demi gulped down the cucumber in half a dozen nauseating bites. Listening to Demi chew set all of Trunks' nerves on edge. It was awful.
"Did you get enough to eat?" he inquired timidly.
"I think so. Well...Good night, honey."
"Good night..."
I hope the chapter was good. Review!
And not forgetting to thank my editor! So...here it is! Thank you! You're doing great!