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Okay, now the chapter...
Trunks was unsure how to comfort his wife (or deal with her, for that matter). Her morning sickness seemed to be getting out of hand. It made him nauseous just thinking about it.
He sat on his bed for several minutes, thinking about the baby. He still had trouble grasping it. I was just too remarkable to be true. He had such pride and love for his wife, for she was a strong and caring woman. She would soon become a strong and nurturing mother.
A few minutes later, Demi came in from the bathroom. She had already showered. Her damp hair fell in front of her face and the smell of lotion lingered upon her skin. She was wrapped in a dark red robe.
He smiled at her. "Good morning, my beautiful wife."
"Good morning. Are you working today?"
Trunks paused. He had forgotten about work. There were so many things going on that it had slipped his mind. However, this was an important time for him and his wife, thus he decided to take a break and spend some time with her. "No," he replied.
She smiled. It would be nice to have him home for the day. "Well, then, I'll just get ready and make you breakfast."
While Trunks showered and dressed, Demi was in the kitchen making him his morning meal. She was in the middle of fixing him some sweet homemade cinnamon bread. But she wanted something else. She would still make Trunks his own breakfast, but she had other plans...
Warm, moist, cinnamon bread with maple glaze spread generously over the top. Trunks helped himself and glanced up at Demi. "Aren't you eating?"
"Yes, but I'm going to make myself something else." She opened up a large box of cream of wheat and poured it into a bowl, then mixed it in with a serving of milk.
Trunks thought nothing of it, at first, thinking she was going to cook it as she usually did. But he was mistaken. She took the bowl of raw cream of wheat and cold milk to the table, sat down, and began to eat.
Once again, the horribly uncomfortable feeling returned. Raw cream of what? Sick...
Demi paused. She swallowed her mouthful and headed into the kitchen. She looked through the refrigerator for a moment, until she found what she was looking for.
Steak sauce? She poured it into her bowl, stirred it up, and then took another bite. Much better, she thought. It's tangier this way.
Trunks couldn't take it anymore. His appetite was gone, but he didn't want to seem rude so he remained at the table, trying not to watch as Demi slurped up her...breakfast. He hoped that these odd cravings were only temporary...
. . . . . .
Bulma was excited. Having a grandbaby was going to be wonderful. For so many years she'd heard Trunks say the same thing over and over. "I don't want any kids." But at last she'd gotten her wish.
Chain came into the room and approached her mother. "What's up?"
"Oh, I was only thinking," she replied. "What's up with you?"
"Dad and I are taking a break from training." She joined Bulma on the sofa. "So what were you thinking about?"
"I was thinking about the new baby. Aren't you excited?" she smiled.
"Yeah, I guess. I don't know much about babies," Chain shrugged.
Bulma gave a small laugh. "Babies are so sweet and lovely. You'll like it, I know you will."
"Hey, Mom, what was I like as a baby?" Chain asked curiously.
Her mother grinned. "You weren't as fussy as your brother and sister were. And you seemed to get along better with boys than girls. Bra had quite a time babysitting you, but it was much easier for Trunks."
"What did I like to eat?" she beamed.
"You would eat just about anything."
"So what do you think this baby will be like?"
"You can never tell. Babies begin to develop their own personality rather quickly." Demi will have quite a time with such a demanding husband and a child. I hope my son is taking good care of her. I would have liked to have someone to be there for me.
"See you, Mom." She jumped down from the sofa and went to search for Vegeta.
Bulma was still thinking. That boy had better tow the line. I can't imagine how rough things are going to get for Demi. She needs to take it easy.
She had an idea. Grinning, she reached for the telephone and began to dial for the Son residence. First she was going to speak to Chi-Chi, and then she would inform Demi...In person...
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Goku was biding his time within the living room, waiting for Chi-Chi to finish fixing him his soup. At that moment, the phone rang. He picked it up. "Hello?"
"Goku, it's Bulma. Let me speak to Chi-Chi."
"Sure, Bulma. Hang on a second."
He handed the phone to his wife. She spoke into the receiver politely. "Hello? Oh, hi, Bulma. I haven't talked to you in quite a while. How have you been?"
Goku eyed the cooking pot hungrily while Chi-Chi continued her conversation.
"Yes, he dropped by just yesterday and told us. Congratulations."
He carefully took up a cloth and lifted the lid to see how it was coming along. It smelled fantastic. When would it be finished?
"Yes, Gohan called yesterday when they found out. It's going to be quite an exciting time...I didn't get that. You want to talk about what?"
Goku carefully took up the ladle sitting on the counter. While Chi-Chi was distracted, he might be able to take a test bite of the soup. Just to see if it was done, of course.
"Sure. I think that would be fun. I'll let you tell her. Alright, thanks Bulma. Bye." She wheeled upon her husband violently. "Keep your hands off!"
He jumped and dropped the ladle. "I was just making sure it didn't have too much salt," he told her nervously.
"Get out of my kitchen," she snapped, pointing toward the door sternly.
Goku pouted. He shot her one last childish glance.
"And do not come back until you've learned some manners," she said crossly. "If you're going to act like a child, you're going to be treated like one."
Goku closed the kitchen door quietly behind him, not daring to upset his wife any further. He released the handle and sighed, glancing out of the window. "I wonder how Goten manages to evade his mother so easily..."
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