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Oh, I haven't updated this one in a heck of a long time! I hope you guys will forgive me! (If it's a bit of an excuse, I did do a lot of research on pregnancies to keep the story more realistic!) But I'm so sorry!

Now, for a super appreciative thanks to every single one of you readers! And an even bigger thanks to you reviewers, since you're really the ones who make all my writing worth the effort! It's always nice to know that there are people who like my works! So here is my thanks to Trugeta, animeprincess1452, and AnimeLuverGurlz!

To Trugeta: Thank you so much! I can always count on you to leave an encouraging review. Thank you! Yes, you're certainly right. But the pregnancy is only the beginning of his worries, we can all depend upon that!

To animeprincess1452: Thank you so much! I can truly always look forward to your reviews. You really do always keep me in a writing spirit! Yes, poor Goku. He has a bit of a time towing the line for his wife.

To AnimeLuverGurlz: What can I say to you? You've made all of these last five chapters fun to write when you leave your reviews! I only hope I haven't lost you due to the terrible job in updating...Well, hope you get to read this chapter! I am going to try and update more on this story.

Hope you enjoy...

Bulma had just finished doing her hair and makeup for the day. She was planning a visit to her son's, hoping to speak with him...and his wife.

She pulled a white jacket over her dark blue dress and grabbed her purse before heading downstairs. A famished Chain, who cradled her empty stomach, met her at the foot of the stairs. "Mom, I'm so hungry," she moaned.

"Well, what do you want me to do? You know you don't like my cooking," she replied.

"I don't know...I'm just hungry!"

"Why don't you ask your father to get you something?" Bulma suggested.

"Okay..." The demi-Saiyan went into the kitchen where Vegeta was looking through the refrigerator. He pulled out a carton of milk. "Dad, can you get me something to eat?"

"Have some milk."

"That's not enough. I want something to actually eat."

"Go ask your mother," he told her.

Chain headed back out to the foyer where Bulma was at the door, just about to leave. "Dad said to ask you, Mom."

"Just go back in there and tell him you want him to find you something," she answered. "I'm sure he can do just that for you."

"Oh, okay."

Bulma shook her head. They never grow up...

"Hey, Dad, can't you just find me something from the cabinets?"

He glanced down at her from the corner of his eye just as he finished off his fifth glass of milk. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You're a big girl. You can find it yourself. At least go and take it up with your mother. I'm busy."

Slumping over, the much-confused Saiyan girl went back to Bulma.

"Chain, not again..."

"You guys keep on telling me to go to one another. I don't know what to do," she shrugged.

"Listen. Go back in there and be demanding. Be stern with him." The Briefs woman lightly punched a fist into her palm. "Threaten him or something."

"Like you do?" Chain wondered.

"Sure," Bulma nodded.

"Alrighty."

Finally I can leave, Bulma thought, and rushed for the door before Chain could come back with another 'you-take-care-of-her' message from Vegeta.

Chain stomped into the kitchen, fists clenched, frowning. She stood before Vegeta and put her hands on her hips. "Dad."

He didn't take the trouble to answer her as he gulped down his seventh drink.

"Hey, I'm talking to you," she snapped. "Don't you dare ignore me." She crossly pointed a finger at him, much like her mother usually did.

He glanced down at his daughter from the corner of his eye without even lowering his half-empty glass. She was acting strangely...

"I'm hungry and I want something to eat, and you're certainly not too busy to pay me some attention. Now if I don't get some breakfast, I'll make you sorry."

Vegeta stared blankly at Chain, unaware of his milk mustache. He wasn't sure whether to laugh or take her seriously.

When he didn't respond, she took her threat to a more severe level. "Now. Unless you want me to tell Mom."

She wouldn't dare! Or would she...? What did Bulma tell her this time? Curse that woman... "Do you want some cereal?"

"That's more like it. Plenty of milk, too, please." Chain had adopted a high-and-mighty tone, which greatly annoyed Vegeta. He just had this feeling that somehow Bulma was behind this...

Trunks was beginning to wonder whether or not he might actually be cursed? It was absurd at how bad his wife's morning sickness was. Was she going to have this the entire nine months?

Stress was really beginning to pile up on Trunks's shoulders. But he had to keep his cool...

Demi wasn't exactly delighted at how sick she was, either. She wished to Kami that it would all be over soon. She regained her composure and gathered the strength to face Trunks once more.

She stepped out of the bathroom and put a hand to her forehead.

"Feeling better?" he inquired softly.

"Yeah..." She looked up at him. "What are we going to do about this?"

"About what?" he asked.

"About the new baby," she replied, folding her arms. She knew they would have to start making preparations for their little one. It would need diapers, clothes, a crib, and so forth. "We need to start planning for it, you know."

"Oh, yeah." He gazed down to the floor. "I hadn't thought about that. Just the fact that we're going to be parents made me forget about the details."

"Well..." She sat down beside him on the couch, putting her hand on his. "It's something we can't avoid. Why don't we think about where it's going to stay?"

Trunks looked up in thought. Where was it going to stay...?

"We have one other bedroom," his wife told him. "It's a little full of junk, but we can clear that out and then decorate it for our child."

"Sure. I think that's a good idea," he nodded. He was not at all averse to finally throwing all of that junk away...

Demi smiled. "We can start soon, too. The sooner the better, that's what I think."

Just then, their doorbell rang. Trunks stood from his seat and headed over to the speaker panel on the wall. He pressed the small button to speak into it. "Yeah?"

"Trunks, it's me," Bulma answered.

"Oh, Mom. We weren't expecting you. Hold on." He pressed the button for the front gate to unlock it.

"What's your mom doing here?" Demi wondered. "She usually calls before coming over."

He shrugged, and soon a voice from downstairs called out to them. "Guys!" Bulma came upstairs and smiled at her son and daughter-in-law. "There you are. I just thought I'd drop by to see you both."

"Yeah. Hi, Mom..." Trunks greeted her uncertainly, setting a hand behind his head.

"Hello, son. And Demi. How are you?"

"Fine thanks," she replied slowly. "Er, would you like...anything...maybe...? A drink or something?"

"That would be splendid," she replied sweetly. "How about some ice tea?"

"Okay." Demi got to her feet. "I'll just make some for us, then."

"Why doesn't Trunks make it?" Bulma grinned at him with that look in her eyes.

"Huh?"

"You don't mind, do you? After all, you can do a favor for your wife while she's pregnant. Right?" She smiled pleasantly at her son as she clutched the strap of her purse.

"Yeah...sure..." He made his way to the kitchen where he began to look for some tea bags. Where did Demi keep them, anyway?

Bulma turned back to Demi. "Well, now that it's just us girls, I thought you'd like to talk."

"Alright." She sat back down on the couch, and her mother-in-law joined her.

"So, how have you been? I hope Trunks has been taking good care of you."

"He's doing an excellent job," she grinned. "He's been very good to me."

"Good," Bulma answered almost crossly. "So, Demi, I talked to Chi-Chi the other day and discussed a small subject with her. I wanted to surprise you, but I thought maybe you'd like to take some time off."

"Time off from what?"

"Just some time off. I was thinking that we could have an outing once in a while. What do you think? Would you like that?"

A frequent outing...Demi pondered the idea. It could be fun, but that all depended on whether or not Bulma was talking about shopping and such. Heaven knows Demi was not a shopper...But then, she had to shop sometime. She needed to get everything for the baby. "I'll think about it and let you know."

"You do that," Bulma grinned. "And take your time, there's no pressure. The idea is to let you have some relaxation in the first place."

"But how often are we talking about here?"

"Well..." she put a finger to her chin in thought. "I was thinking along the line of at the end of every month. Of course, if you have a different schedule..."

"I don't. I shall certainly think about it. It's very nice of you to offer, Mom."

"Don't mention it. Ah." She gazed up just as Trunks brought them the glasses of ice tea. "Thank you." She took a sip.

"Thanks, honey," Demi took her glass.

"Anything else?" he asked with a slightly sarcastic tone.

"What?" Demi glared up at him. "Don't you speak that way to me. You be nice when your mother is here, do you understand?"

Trunks was taken aback. What was wrong with Demi...? "Yes..."

"Since you asked, though, you can get me something," she grinned cunningly. "An ice cream float would be nice. With whipped cream and sprinkled on top. Got that?"

"Yes, dear," he replied cautiously.

"Oh, and perhaps a cherry, too," she suddenly smiled. "If it's not too much trouble, of course, honey."

He headed back to the kitchen, wondering about that sudden behavior. What was that all about...?

There's the next chapter. I hope it was good! Also, perhaps you all could leave an opinion for me on whether I should do something for thoughts, like other writers. Such bold or italics...Only you guys can tell me. Review!