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To animeprincess1452: Actually, the name is Trainer, as in 'One who trains in fighting,' for his parents do have high expectations for him. But I am still very glad that you like it, and even more glad that I got your good opinion, for it is my intention to please all readers! Thank you very much, you made me so happy!
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And now for the chapter! Read on!
Several days later, and the doctor had finally consented for Trunks, Demi, and their son to return home, which didn't fail to make the new mother and father quite glad (and thankful). Four days recuperating and seeing friends in the hospital were enough for Demi, and they were obviously more than enough for her husband.
At last, they were able to return to the familiar setting of home, which comforted and relieved them greatly. They entered through the front door, Trunks towing a sleepy Trainer in his car-seat/carrier while Demi followed suit.
She glanced around in the foyer as she took her white jacket off and hung it on the nearby coat-rack, noting at how everything looked very nice. For the past few days, Trunks had spent some hours in thoughtfully straightening everything up for Demi, and he was quite satisfied to see the subtly pleased expression on her face.
First thing after Trunks set Trainer down, Demi knelt before the car-seat/carrier and began to take off the security straps. Even he was slightly surprised as to the relationship between his wife and her baby; this woman who had once been so hard apparently had no quandaries in freely showing affection to her little one. "Hey, there, honey. You ready to see your house?" She picked him up carefully and smiled. "Come here, sweetie. You're my handsome boy..."
"I thought I was your handsome boy," Trunks joked, only to receive a playful punch in the chest.
They headed upstairs to the second level where the bedrooms were located, and first thing Demi went to Trainer's now completely furnished room to help him get used to the new environment. Holding him close with one hand placed on the back of his little head, she took a seat in the rocking chair – the very one she'd rested in at the experience of her first energy-drop – and allowed him to acclimatize to his new surroundings with the consoling knowledge that Mother was there.
Trunks slowly entered the doorway and watched them for a minute; they both looked so content, and such a scene was enough to make anyone feel soft. However, it didn't take long for Trainer to ruin the mood, as he started to whimper once more.
"What is it, sweetie? Are you hungry?" Demi muttered, and Trunks left to give her a sense of privacy while she nursed her 'sweetie.'
Sometime later that evening, Trunks found the time to relax in the living room, lost in an interesting science article Bulma had recommended, when Demi came in from the hallway, holding Trainer caringly. She took a seat at the couch, and, as expected, her husband couldn't help but stare while she cosseted their infant.
She paid such attention to him it was hard to think that she had time for anything else. Trunks didn't mind, though. In fact, he found the sweetness in her manner to be very alluring, and was turned on by it...
It wasn't long before the parents were able to lull Trainer into a sense of sleepiness, and Demi smiled fondly. "I think he's ready to go to bed, dear..."
Trunks nodded and accompanied them downstairs where they went to place Trainer in his crib. Demi planted a doting kiss on his tiny forehead. "Good night, sweetie. Have sweet dreams." She turned to her husband. "You want to say goodnight?"
"Yeah." He took the infant within his strong hands and grinned. "Goodnight, little dude. And please, sleep really long." He set him down in his crib, where he tucked him underneath soft blankets and set a toy next to him, then slipped out with Demi and quietly closed the door behind him.
"You've got to be tired, hon" he told her, and she nodded.
He put an arm around her waist and accompanied her to the bedroom, where they changed into their nightclothes and quickly fell asleep in each other's embrace...
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Later that night...
Trunks awoke most uncomfortably to the one sound that was always capable of setting his nerves on edge, and that was the shrill cry of the baby. Trunks, unwilling to rise at this hour of the morning (2.43 to be exact), turned over in his sleep in attempt to ignore his son's cries, placing his hands on the warm, smooth skin of his wife's shoulders.
It was only several minutes later when Mother decided that it was best to check on Trainer, and she slipped out from her husband's possessive embrace to make her way toward the door and down the hall.
Sensing that he no longer had a desirable someone to hold, Trunks groaned and sat up in bed, running his fingers quickly through his hair. He found that the bedroom door was left ajar, and, somewhat reluctantly, he headed out to the lit hall.
There was Demi, walking the floor, whispering soothing words to a whimpering infant and patting him on the back as he hugged her closely. She shot her husband a brief glance, and he joined them.
"What's the matter?" he inquired, and she sighed.
"He's just in a grumpy mood and wants some attention, that's all..."
He placed his hand on Trainer's head. "Are you just grouchy, little dude? Is that your problem? Why don't you give him to me and you go catch up on your sleep, dear?" He held his hands out to receive his son.
"I can stay up for him."
"No, give him here; you've had a long day." He took the little one and cradled him gently in his arms, letting Demi head back to the bedroom to sleep.
"You just like to make trouble for us..." Trunks murmured, and he continued to pace the floors from where his wife had left off.
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Three months later...
Trunks, Demi, and Trainer were all in the shopping center, browsing at groceries, as they needed to refill the kitchen cabinets for their Saiyan appetites. For the most part, Trainer was fairly quiet, sitting in his car-seat/carrier and gazing up at passing shoppers and interesting foods while Dad allowed him to play with his car keys, and Mom browsed around for ripe nectarines.
An impatient Trunks tapped his finger on the handle of the cart, a bored expression drawn over his face, when a small clatter on the floor caught his attention. He glanced downward and groaned in aggravation. "Hey, little dude, what'd I tell you? Quit throwing my keys away..." He knelt to retrieve them, and Trainer held his small hands out expectantly.
Trunks sighed, shaking his head. 'Why I let him have his way I know not,' and he gave the keys to said baby.
Just then, two familiar voices greeted them, and Trunks turned to see Pan and Videl Son with shopping baskets in hand. "Hey, Trunks, how's it going?"
He grinned. "Hi, guys. We haven't seen you two for a while, what's up?"
"Well hello there, Trainer," Videl said, smiling at the infant. "And how are you? Are you helping Mommy and Daddy shop?"
"Wow, he's getting pretty big," Pan commented, and then snapped her head up to look at a smirking Demi.
"Yes, he is," she said, directing her proud smirk at her son. "He's turning into a young man, aren't you?"
Trainer seemed to return the look as he shook Trunks' car keys excitedly at all the attention.
"What a cutie," Videl complimented. "He's beginning to look like his father."
Trunks raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," she told him, nodding. "He looks a lot like you."
He placed his hands into the pockets of his dark blue jacket, averting his gaze. "Never noticed..."
"Oh, you just wait," she said before she headed off and dragged Pan along with her. "He'll end up to be a spitting image of his father, depend on it..."
After mother and daughter left down the next aisle, Trunks looked up questioningly at Demi. "I don't know...Does he really look like me?"
"I think so," she folded her arms. "He's got your mouth and those handsome little eyes."
Trainer smiled at another one of Mom's grins.
"I just don't think he looks like me," the skeptical father shook his head, keeping up with his wife as she pushed the cart down the next aisle...
And there you have it! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, and please let me know and review!