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That morning Trunks awoke to find that Demi had already woken up, and had probably gotten herself ready for the day. He knew that when that woman was awake, she stayed awake.

He made his way downstairs into the kitchen, where Demi was just making breakfast, and was already filling up his cup with coffee. "Good morning. Sleep well?"

"Yeah. Thanks." He took a sip and then gazed back up at her. "How about you?"

"I assume you mean before my morning sickness came on again." She gave him a sarcastic grin.

Trunks sympathized. "I'm sorry, honey."

"So...Are you going to be able to stick around this afternoon so we can finish cleaning the baby's room?"

It was then that Trunks remembered he had planned to pay a visit to Gohan. He was hoping to ask him some questions about what was going on lately. "I kind of had some plans for this afternoon..."

"What do you mean you 'kind of' had plans?" She shot him a sharp glance and put a hand on her waist.

"If you must know, I was going to call on Gohan."

"What for?"

'Oh, good. Now she's getting suspicious...' "Well, he is a good friend, and we haven't seen each other for quite some time."

"You saw him just last week," Demi frowned.

"But it wasn't really much of a visit. I just dropped by to tell them the news," he told her, hoping she'd buy his excuse.

Demi rolled her eyes up to the ceiling. "You are so pathetic, Trunks. But whatever. Go ahead and visit him if you want to. I'll just stay here...by myself."

Trunks sighed as he unexcitedly anticipated the start of one of her rants. 'She's always got to make a big deal out nothing,' he thought.

"What?" Demi suddenly rounded on him with a stern expression.

He blinked at her, confused. "I didn't say anything..."

"Don't you tell me that," she shook a spatula threateningly at him. "You and your little sarcastic remarks. You ought to know better, mister."

Now Trunks was even more suspicious. He just had to know if she really was reading his mind. He only hoped that Gohan would be able to tell him about this...

. . . . . .

Chain approached her father with another demanding look. She held a small pizza box in her hand, which she gave to him. "Here. Make me some lunch. Just put that in the oven."

Vegeta frowned. "Put it in the oven yourself."

"I do lots of things for myself. Can't you just go ahead and do this for me? You're not busy right now."

"I am busy. Now scram!" He pointed toward the door.

"Want me to tell Mom?" Chain smirked. She knew how to get him to obey her commands.

Vegeta growled at his daughter before ripping the box open in anger. He took out the pizza, tore away the plastic cover, and then threw it in the oven.

"Turn it on," she said, gesturing to the buttons.

Vegeta, murmuring curses, did so, and then looked back down at his daughter. "Anything else, brat?"

"Nope, that's it," she told him smugly before leaving the kitchen.

As soon as Chain was gone, he felt free to show his anger, clenching his fists. He wasn't going to allow this to go on any longer. He would just have to 'discipline' her the hard way...

. . . . . .

Gohan was looking through all of the books on the bookshelves, searching for an encyclopedia, when the doorbell rang. He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and called out to his wife. "Are you going to get that, hon?"

Videl came gracefully down the stairs and headed over to the front door. She opened it and smiled at her guest. "Trunks. Nice to see you. Won't you come in?" She stepped aside and politely held the door open for him.

"Hi, Videl. What's up?" Trunks stepped in.

"Oh, Trunks." Gohan glanced over to his friend. "What brings you?"

"I managed to break away and I thought I'd drop by for a minute."

Videl smiled at the two men and turned. "I'll just be upstairs." She ascended the staircase and went to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Gohan looked back at Trunks. "So, what brings you way out here?"

"I wanted to ask you about something, actually."

"Sure, Trunks." Gohan moved toward the couch and took a seat, and Trunks sat over in one of the chairs across from him. "Oh, by the way, how's Demi doing lately?"

"Fine. At least to her, I think. That's actually what I was going to ask you about...She's been a little off lately. I think it might be the pregnancy, but I don't know. Yesterday and this morning her mood just kind of...fluctuated."

Gohan understood; he knew it all. "She's going through the mood-swings, huh?"

"Mood-swings?"

"When women become pregnant, their hormone levels tend to surge, and it creates a wide range of effects. I believe that the mood-swings are caused by this high hormone level." Gohan glanced upstairs nervously before lowering his voice to a whisper. "They're a real nightmare."

"Yeah," he gave a small laugh. "Also, um...I think Demi is reading my mind. Especially yesterday and this morning it seemed like she was in my head."

"You guys couldn't hear each other's thoughts before?" Gohan wondered.

He thought for a moment, thinking perhaps they did and he just hadn't realized it. "Maybe. But not word for word. It was more of a general knowledge of what was going on through the other person's head...if we really were hearing each other, that is." Trunks leaned forward with his arms on his legs.

"Chances are you were. When a Saiyan seals a marriage or bond of loyalty with his or her partner, the two can hear each other's thoughts."

"So I was actually hearing her think before?" Trunks seemed fascinated at the prospect.

"Or you had a general understanding of what was going on, like you said," Gohan replied. "My guess would be that now she might be starting to hear your thoughts more clearly."

Trunks seemed just slightly nervous at this. He frowned.

"Don't worry about it, though," the demi-Saiyan grinned. "You'll be able to hear her thoughts, too. Just don't expect to be able to learn as quickly as she does. After all, she has a young Saiyan inside of her to help the ability develop faster."

"Yeah..." Trunks sighed.

"Just tell me one thing." Again Gohan glanced upward nervously before whispering. "Does Demi have a frying pan?"

"Sure, I guess," he replied, puzzled.

"Not those type. I mean...a frying pan of doom."

Trunks' eyes widened as he caught on. He swallowed nervously. "Oh...No, I don't think she does." He shook his head.

Gohan slapped a hand down on Trunks' shoulder. "You are a lucky man, my friend. I wish I had been able to say the same about Videl. Just be glad that Demi doesn't have one."

But Gohan had failed to predict his headstrong wife, who was listening into their conversation with her bedroom door ajar. She grinned malevolently. 'That will all change,' she thought. 'Never underestimate word-of-mouth, my husband.'

. . . . . .

Demi had just finished straightening the bookshelf up against the wall. She gave it one last shove to make sure it was flush, and then let herself relax.

She took a look around and grinned in satisfaction. Yes, this was a perfect setting for the little one. Right beside the door was a bookshelf where all of its baby books could go; in the corner was the rocking chair she'd rested in yesterday (it would be good to rock the baby to sleep in); on the opposite wall was a dark brown dresser where they'd put the clothes; and away from the window was an empty space, reserved for the crib they would buy.

Demi brushed her hands off and headed out to the hall, where Trunks had just come in. "Hey. Guess what, I got the baby's room finished," she told him.

"That's cool," he nodded. "But Demi, don't you think it might have been a bit too much for you?"

"Here we go again," she sighed. "Look, if I can carry a Saiyan inside of me, I can certainly move some furniture. You don't have to be that worried."

Trunks looked away. Maybe he was too concerned...she hadn't hurt herself, anyway.

"Anyway, how'd it go with Gohan?"

"Pretty good. I just..."

Demi grinned and placed her hands on her waist. "Why are you always so suspicious, why don't you just ask me if you think I'm reading your mind?"

Trunks looked up, slightly surprised.

"Don't worry about it, it's not a bad thing. As a matter of fact, it might be very helpful for the both of us."

He thought about it, and the more he did, the more he had to agree with his wife. Gohan had said that he would probably be able to hear her thoughts too, eventually. He was looking forward to these next eight months...

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