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My most sincere thanks to everyone who is reading, and especially to everyone who is reviewing! Your reviews continue to keep me motivated! So here is my great thanks to Trugeta, Spring Rain of Harusame, animeprincess1452, Wala, and Ladii Chocolate!
To Trugeta: Why thank you! Yes, it is good to know that the tables finally turned for Trunks, as he was dealing with quite a lot before he could hear his wife's thoughts. Glad to know you liked the chapter, and I hope you enjoy this one, as well!
To Spring Rain of Harusame: That is true; you don't really see too many female Saiyans! And Vegeta is proud, but that's what makes him Vegeta, no? Thank you!
To animeprincess1452: Thank you so much! You make me so happy with those compliments! And well, about the names, I just thought Grandfather seemed to suit Vegeta a bit more, but that's just me! You're right, what's in a name? Well, I hope you enjoy what happens next, for I think you'll be pleasantly surprised!
To Wala: Thank you! Glad you enjoyed the chapter, for I did work hard on it, and spent nearly two days on it. And about that...I believe that in that case, one gene would probably be dominant and make the child either three-quarters Saiyan or human...most likely Saiyan. But just one thing you should know...Demi's other half isn't human. Anyway, thank you for reviewing! #waves# Come again!
To Ladii Chocolate: Thank you! And that's a rather interesting idea about them arguing telepathically! I'll definitely have to think about that one! Thanks again!
Well, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Read on!
Bulma was seated at the couch, legs crossed and reading one of her books, when the doorbell rang. She promptly closed her book and set it down, heading over to the front door to greet her visitors. "Well, hi there, guys. You made it," she smiled, and stood aside to let her son and daughter-in-law enter.
Trunks nodded to her while he held Demi by an arm securely. She was already in the last term of her pregnancy, and it was over obvious. Her stomach had grown significantly large, and was as round as could be. She wore a pair of dark blue pants and a large white sweatshirt; with her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, Demi had truly abandoned her lovely-young-woman look for a more maternal appearance.
"Good to see the two of you," Bulma told them. "How's everything been for you guys?"
"Fine," Trunks replied. "So, are Bra and Goten here yet?"
"Oh, Goten's somewhere in there," she answered, glancing past the living room. "I think Bra went to get a drink, I'll go check on her. In the meantime, you guys just go ahead and relax and I'll be right with you."
"Sure thing," he nodded, and accompanied Demi to the living room. They entered in a rather untraditional manner, Trunks still gripping his wife's arm tightly to help her along. They halted when a voice greeted them.
"Hey, guys, what's up?" Goten, who came in from the next doorway, gave them a small wave.
"Hi," Trunks answered. "We haven't seen you in a while."
"Yup. So how are you two doing?"
"We're good." They went over to the couch, where Demi slowly and cautiously lowered herself into a sitting position with Trunks' assistance. Finally, she was seated comfortably, and sighed in exhaustion. 'Carrying this kid is tiring...'
"Do you want me to get you something to drink, hon?" he inquired after having heard her last mental comment.
She nodded, and Trunks headed for the kitchen to bring her a glass of ice tea. Demi yawned tiredly while she slouched lazily on the couch, her stomach rising up like a hill before her.
"So," Goten grinned down at her, "how do you feel?"
She thought for a moment before finally answering. "Kind of like a beached whale..."
Goten gave a small laugh. "Well, you look nice, anyway."
"Oh, take a hike." She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and closed her eyes in fatigue. She was feeling very tired and unattractive lately, but a lot more patient, as well. The knowledge that her little one was due any minute was almost always on her mind, and inwardly she was very excited.
Trunks, too, was frequently aware that the baby was ready to be born. It was, even for a Saiyan, bizarrely active, and kicked like crazy, keeping the couple on their toes day and night.
Goten put his hands into his pockets and glanced over to the hallway. "I wonder what's taking everyone. I'll be right back." He exited the room, and left Demi to sit by herself, eyes closed, savoring the moment of silence.
Soon after, Chain and Vegeta came into the room, and both father and daughter noticed the very pregnant woman on their couch. "Hi, Demi." Chain approached her, grinning at the sight of the fully grown stomach. "Wow, you've gotten big."
'Wow, I never knew,' she thought sardonically. "Yeah, it happens sometimes..."
Vegeta stared at his daughter-in-law with a serene expression. The woman certainly had grown large, it was more than apparent (a yelling-in-your-face apparent), and from what he'd been forced to hear, his grandchild was going to arrive at any given moment.
"So, when is he due, huh? Is he going to come sometime soon?"
Demi raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think the baby's a 'he,' Chain?"
"Nothing. But I want it to be a boy," she grinned.
"Well, believe it or not, the baby is several days late. So whenever it decides to come, it'll come."
"Cool."
Trunks, Bulma, Goten, and Bra all came through the door carrying their own drinks, and Bra smiled at her sibling. "Demi, look at you. You certainly have changed since the last time I saw you. Mom was right, you've grown. But don't worry, you're still as beautiful as ever," she joked.
"Mm-hm." She took the glass of ice tea Trunks handed her and sipped it silently.
Sometime later, everyone helped themselves to the barbequed meal that the woman of the house had prepared. They all ate in silence, for nothing interrupted a Saiyan's meal. Except...
Demi suddenly set her food aside and, after quite a bit of effort, sat herself up straight. Only a concerned father-to-be and husband took notice in this. "Demi...?"
"Fine. Just not hungry," she told Trunks before he could throw out the most obvious question.
He decided to take her word for it; after all, his food was calling him, and he was more than happy to finish up his large serving.
Demi, however, wasn't feeling too hot. Her stomach was sensitive, a little stretched and painful, and every time she tried to sit up it only seemed to ache more. She set a hand over her balloon-like tummy and breathed quietly.
Everyone started to catch up on old times; Bra and Demi had been busy in conversation (well, Demi wasn't really conversing – just allowing Bra to chat away), while Bulma watched Chain, and Trunks and Goten discussed politics.
Demi tried to listen to Bra as best she could. It wasn't that she was bored by the topic (much), but rather the fact that the pain in her abdomen was increasing. She shifted uncomfortably and started breathing again.
However, it wasn't going away. On the contrary, the pressing pain was growing, and becoming worse. Steadily it rose, and gradually it seemed to press into her, and she was becoming worried. Scratch that, she wasn't worried, she was now certain!
Bra stopped short in her sentence. "Demi?"
The pregnant woman closed her eyes and began to breathe heavily, supporting herself with her hands. The breathing caught everyone's attention, and they all grew deadly silent, watching her in apprehension.
Vegeta and Goten were frozen in horror, while Bulma, Bra, and even Chain were mildly hoping that –
"Okay...okay...alright..." she told herself, trying to remain calm as the pressing intensified. "Oh, okay," her murmurs got louder. "I think it's...it's..."
"Contractions!" Trunks suddenly shouted, and rushed over to his wife, nearly knocking over a simultaneously thrilled and concerned Bulma. "You feeling okay? You're alright?"
"Just..."
"Oh no," Goten muttered in terror, while Bra leaned over to her sister-in-law comfortingly.
"Okay, got to be calm," Trunks told himself, brushing his bangs back. "Not worried. No, no, what do I do? What do I do? I need help!"
'What the devil is he doing?' she wondered, still breathing heavily.
Vegeta was suddenly reliving the last three experiences he'd had with Bulma. Aggravated woman in labor plus a dreadfully nervous father didn't go well together, this much he knew. The boy had to get a grip now!
Finally, Bulma raised her voice over her son's and spoke up to everybody present. "Okay, everyone just needs to stay calm. Trunks, you carry Demi and take her to the hospital, now. Vegeta, make sure your son keeps his cool. And Bra...call everyone."
Nodding, the young woman reached over for the phone and immediately started to dial for Gohan's residence while Chain stayed behind Bulma and Goten paced like any worried male would...
"Okay, I got you, come on Demi, we need to go, now!" Trunks put one arm under her legs and another around her back, lifting her up and running out the doorway, nearly bumping his wife's head into the frame.
"Careful!" she snapped, while Vegeta followed them closely, a deadly scowl on his face from the way his son was behaving.
"Bra, can you catch up with us?" Bulma asked, pulling her white jacket on as Chain glanced from one person to another in perplexity.
"Yeah," she nodded swiftly.
"Good. And you," Bulma grabbed a horrified Goten's hand, "you're coming with us..."
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