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My sincere and appreciative thanks to all readers and even bigger thanks to everyone who reviewed! Your encouraging feedback is always something that I look forward to and value, so here are my thanks to Trugeta, Spring Rain of Harusame, and animeprincess1452! You're all magnificent!
To Trugeta: Is it that bad for me to leave everything on a suspenseful note? It's like I said, I do this to encourage me! I don't like having to put my readers in suspense! #sees that fingers are crossed# Anyway, glad that you've been looking forward to finding out if the baby's a boy or girl! Thank you!
To Spring Rain of Harusame: Yessirree! The little one is surely going to grow to be proud of his/her heritage, just as the others did. And I'm so glad that you liked the chapter; that makes me feel so good about my hard work! Well, here you go, you can finally find out about the baby! Thank you!
To animeprincess1452: So glad you enjoyed the chapter! It makes me so happy! Yes, it would seem that Trunks is going through quite a time, too. Thank you! Hope you like this chapter!
I hope you all like everything, then!
Although somewhat unwilling to stray from his wife's side, Trunks knew that, as the new father, it was more than expected of him to at least tell his parents of the recent news. He made his way over to the telephone on the wall, where he promptly picked it up off the hook and started to dial for his parents'.
After several rings, Bulma answered on the other line, sounding quite sleepy on this early Saturday morning. "Hello..."
"Hey, Mom, you might want to get over here pretty soon."
At hearing the manner in which his last statement had been spoken, she was immediately awakened from her drowsy state, and her tone almost immediately rose. "What? What is it, Trunks? Has something gone wrong?"
"No, but I just thought that you might want to meet your new grandchild."
'My new grandchild?' "My...?" Trunks suddenly heard an overjoyed shriek on the other end of the line, which caused him to hold the phone out at arm's length (he'd already had his share of loud shrieks, thank you). "We'll be right there, Trunks! Thanks for calling!"
He couldn't even utter a 'You're welcome,' so he found out when he quickly realized that Bulma had already hung up on him.
At that, he headed back to the seat beside Demi's bed, who was holding their young newborn closely in such a tender, possessive manner. And she had every right to be possessive, at that, for she was the one who had worked so hard to bring the little one into the world. Thirty-six hours in labor!
Her once silky, midnight-purple hair was now oily and all in tangles, rather adding to her shattered appearance. She had taken advantage of this finally quiet moment by catching up on her sleep while simultaneously giving the baby a chance to nap.
The young infant rested its head on Mother's chest, tiny fingers curled into a ball and arms tucked cozily beneath the blanket Bulma had brought earlier. Trunks simply could not believe that this small, pink, wrinkly baby was his own, that he was the father of this newborn. He grinned, and then yawned loudly before shutting his heavy eyelids in weariness, feeling sleepier than he could ever remember...
It was a while later that Bulma, Vegeta, and Chain arrived, each one eager to finally be introduced to the newest addition to the family (although the Royal Saiyan was not about to let this show). They approached the exhausted trio with respectful quietness, and Bulma whispered, "Hi, guys. Well, where's my grandbaby?"
Chain pushed her way in front of Bulma and stood on tiptoe, hoping to catch a curious glimpse of her nephew or niece, when she saw the little bundle in its mother's arms. "Is that it?" she asked softly.
As nobody answered, an uncertain silence filled the room, and, at last, a heavily sleeping Demi opened her tired eyes to gaze over at familiar faces. She kept her infant close to her chest as Trunks caringly helped her to sit up against her pillows.
"How are you feeling?" he inquired gently.
She hung her head in obvious exhaustion, and sighed faintly. "...Tired..." she whispered.
Bulma then saw the small bundle stir, apparently somewhat agitated as it sensed the new people within the room. It clung closer to its mother, hiding its tiny face behind little arms and whimpering.
After a couple of hushed minutes, everyone turned their heads toward the door when Bra and Goten came through, the former clearly quite thrilled at the news that her brother's child was finally born. She rushed over to the small gathering, and then halted the moment she noticed the baby.
Sensing other strange people, it started whimpering more audibly, and Trunks offered to take it so as to allow Demi to relax. He picked the little one up, cradling it carefully in his arms, and both Bulma and Bra smiled.
"So, Mom, what do you think of your grandson?"
She wiped a joyful tear away before looking back up. "I think I want to hold him, that's what. Give him here." Trunks handed him to her, and Bulma couldn't help but smile.
"Grandson?" Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "So, it is a boy, then?"
Trunks nodded.
Vegeta grunted and turned his back on the others, then, being sure that they were paying no attention, smirked. 'Yes!'
After Bulma had held him for a while and let Chain take a closer look at her nephew, Bra insisted on having her turn to hold him. Like Bulma, she just couldn't help but smile at the sight of a sleepy yawn. "Oh, he is so cute! So, 'Dad,' you got a name for him or what?"
"Yes. We've decided to call him Trainer."
"Trainer Briefs," Goten muttered, and then nodded in approval.
"You know, 'Grandfather' still hasn't held Trainer," Bra said, and turned to Vegeta, whose eyes immediately widened when he found that she'd already shoved the Saiyan baby into his arms.
He tensed when he saw that Trainer looked like he was ready to cry; his little eyes couldn't be shut tighter as he scowled. Suddenly, his upset expression turned into a tiny yawn and he settled back comfortably in the Saiyan Prince's arms.
The others stared in stunned silence, each of them at a loss for words, and Bulma was the only one to recognize the subtle, nearly too-small-to-see smile...
Finally, Demi spoke up. "Well, I think he needs to take his nap, now..." she told them in a (even for her) low, raspy tone.
Trunks took his son back and handed him to Demi, and everyone said their goodbyes before the visitors finally left them to take that desperately needed nap...
And there it is! I hope you all liked the chapter! This one took me about three days to write, believe it or not, and that was a long three days...Let me know what you all think and please review!