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Sorry I couldn't get this updated sooner. I was running on my editor's schedule, and with him free time is something he doesn't have often. Thank you to everyone who has been reading, and most of all to you people who have been reviewing, for I seriously could not be prompted to update without your valued feedback! So thank you to animeprincess1452, Trugeta, Ladii Chocolate, Chibi Goten-chan, and Spring Rain of Harusame!

To animeprincess1452: The torture does begin, sooner than Trunks realizes! Luckily for him, his wife doesn't have a frying pan of doom...as of now. He ought to be praying it stays that way...

To Trugeta, chapter 7: Yay, you've returned! Waves back Yes, Demi's catching onto his thoughts here. Watch out Trunks!

To Trugeta, chapter 8: I'm so glad that you enjoy the Vegeta-Chain scenes, because I do enjoy writing them! You made my day! Thanks! Oh, about the fpod...fill me in on what you meant by that, will you, please? (Nervous here!)

To Ladii Chocolate: Hello again, too! Thank you for that compliment, it makes me feel so good about how I work! Oh, yes, I've decided on names, most assuredly! Anyway, Trunks will catch up to his wife soon enough in thought-hearing. It's only a matter of time...

To Chibi Goten-chan: Oh, yes, it's hell! But Demi's not exactly having fun, either. Anyway, sorry for not updating sooner...

To Spring Rain of Harusame: Thank you so much for the compliment! Oh, you think so with Vegeta and Chain? Well just wait until you read this chapter! My editor did some stuff, and I got such a kick out of it! He really is great! Anyway, I'm sure you'll like this chapter. Enjoy!

NOTE: Before I start, this one chapter is done in...is it called POV...? Anyway, I usually don't write like that, but my editor changed it to be that way, and I just loved it!

For all of you who loved the Vegeta-Chain scenes...enjoy this chapter editor and me whipped up!

Hm. What am I doing? I'm waiting for Chain – the slave driver – to come back. 'Get me something to eat!' or 'Clean up my mess!' or 'Find something for me to do!' It's driving me insane! I swear the very next time she tries to tell me what to do, I'm going to have to give her a little old-fashioned discipline – Super Saiyan style.

But so far she's been playing it safe. Lucky for her...But I have a sneaking suspicion that it's only a matter of time...

Yeah, the brat will probably tell on me, and if she does Bulma will undoubtedly side with her daughter. But no big deal, I just have to make sure that Bulma never finds out. And since she's out of the house I figured that gives me a sporting chance.

So I'll just wait...

Right on time. Here she comes sashaying into the room, arms folded and scowling like a...like a...bi...uh...a...bi--g fat brat.

"What are you doing in here?"

I'll just play it cool...pretending not to notice the tone in her voice, I interlace my fingers behind my head.

"Well, since you're not busy, I think it's time you got me some lunch, pudgy. And hurry up, too, because I've got the worst headache and seeing you lounge around on your lazy rear is making it worse."

The brat turns on her heel to leave, but she's not going anywhere. Not with my fingers wrapped around her throat, the little weasel. I toss her into the air and catch her by the ankle the second before her head spills into the floor. Who's the boss now? Huh?

"Oh no..."

That's right. I don't have to say anything. I'll just carry her off. She's wriggling like a worm on a hook...a worm on a hook...I like that. She starts to say something, but I cut her off, "Worms don't talk, so keep it shut!" She pouts for a second but she's smart enough not to open her mouth again.

Chain's staring anxiously. She looks so stupid strung upside down...it makes me want to laugh, but I keep a straight face. She better start saying her prayers to Kami or whomever she thinks might be able to help her...

Trunks and Demi finally found time for rest. Enjoying the silence between them, they marveled at the view below where the city lay just below the mountainside.

Demi thought to herself as she stared out over the landscape. She was feeling so...nice. Even though her stomach hadn't grown at all yet, she could feel the life growing inside of her, and it was just nice. She put her hands over her stomach...

Trunks glanced at Demi from the corner of his eye, and then stood up and started toward her. "Are you sick again?"

"Nope, I feel just fine."

With a tone like that, Trunks knew she wasn't masking another one of her sickness bouts. 'Boy, she's in a good mood,' he thought.

Demi grinned at him, reached her arms up, and pulled him into a hug. Trunks took advantage of the moment and kissed her.

Then he moved one of his hands down and touched Demi's thigh.

"Hi, guys."

Trunks scowled in obvious disappointment, and Demi straightened. Goten was standing right behind them.

"I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?"

"Of course not," Demi pouted, shielding her scarlet face.

"How did you get in here anyway?" Trunks asked with a spiteful tone.

'Boy, he sounds like his dad now...' "Uh," Goten hesitated, "You wouldn't answer when I knocked, and your front door was unlocked, so..."

Demi stood up abruptly and left the balcony.

Goten smirked over at his friend. "So, how's it hanging?...Stud!"

"Wouldn't you like to know?...We've been keeping busy. We picked out a room for the baby."

"Right on. Hey, speaking of which, have you picked out any names at all?"

"Names?"

"Yeah, names, anyway since you haven't I thought I'd just tell you that 'Goten' is a pretty obvious choice but don't overlook it because it has a noirish windblown stranger mystique going for it, and –"

"Don't even think about it, honey," Demi shouted from the doorway.

Trunks smiled nervously in the direction of the stern voice, then back to his friend. "Yeah, Goten, you know, these things take planning, and uh...But yeah, we'll keep Goten in mind, okay bud."

Goten nodded approvingly.

Demi suddenly reappeared. "Would you like something to drink, Goten?" she smacked, pouring on the syrup.

"No thanks...I'd actually better be running along. I just wanted to swing by and bug you guys."

"And we appreciate it," Demi said, grinning her most plastic grin.

He whispered, "How long has she been like that?"

Trunks just shook his head.

This is the most fun I've had in years. Chain is crying like a little girl and I didn't even do anything. All I'm doing is dragging her by her hair at Super Saiyan Three for a few hundred thousand kilometers and she's totally breaking down. And from the looks of things she wet herself...

"What's the matter 'prin-cess'? I'm just trying to take you to my favorite restaurant. Don't you like the food here?"

We stop at a little Sushi place I know. It's not a good Sushi place. The Sashimi here is never fresh and it smells like a fish market in the middle of the Sahara.

"Sit down."

She starts to say something about being sorry.

"SIT DOWN." She sits. "Hey, chef, whip us up a plate of your best Sushi. What's that? Last Thursday was a good catch. Great. Actually, forget about the Sushi, she doesn't like all that rice and seaweed. We'll just take an extra-large helping of your best Sashimi. Oh, I've already eaten. Thanks."

Since Sashimi is served raw it only takes them a minute to get the food out, and my God does it stink. It's obviously old. I can see fat little worms pushing around in the mess. "Come on Chain, you said you were hungry. Eat up."

"Please, I'm so sorry."

"Worms don't talk honey, they just eat. SO EAT!"

Absolutely, the most fun I've had in years...

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