First off: I'm not going to apologize for this. I'm fully aware I write a lot of these, but these are one of the topics I like writing about-especially when I have writer's block or am having a hard time-or bad days, which for some reason, I've been having a lot of.
I also want to say I debated on putting this back up. This is a rewrite of my very first story like this under the DBZ category. Surprisingly enough, it was popular. If you don't want to read it, fine, but plz don't bash or flame me. I'm working very hard on fixing this up so the grammar's better-& I'm trying to slow down. I've changed the 1st chapter quite a bit.
Trunks is a Daddy! He just doesn't know it yet. What will he do when he finds out? Will he take responsibility or no? He is, after all, only 19. But of course, he does-& his life changes. He loves being a dad.
However, you have to take the good w/the bad. The bad is his daughter's past dealing w/her mother & her friends.
But now because of Trunks & his family, his daughter is finally safe for the 1st time in her life.
I DO NOT OWN DBZ OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS! I ONLY CLAIM THE STORY & CHARACTERS I CREATE!
Four Years Ago:
A fifteen-year-old Trunks and a fourteen-year-old Goten were running through town, avoiding their parents:
· Vegeta and Goku were doing nothing but training—and pushing the boys to train harder.
· Bulma wanted Trunks to go shopping with her.
· Chi-Chi wanted Goten to do nothing but study.
The boys just had to get away.
They ran until they turned a corner and smacked right into two girls:
One girl had dark blonde hair, dark blue eyes, dark brown cat ears, and a brown cat's tail.
The other girl had light purple hair and magenta eyes.
"I'm so sorry!" The girl with light purple hair panicked.
"No, don't be. We're the ones who weren't watching where we were going." Trunks and Goten protested right away.
"Well, you certainly got that right." The blonde replied with a smirk.
"You weren't watching where you were going either; you were thinking about that club—and bitching how you couldn't get in." The purple-haired girl stated.
"Club Cha-Cha is the hottest club West City right now! I can't believe they wouldn't let me in! I mean: don't they know who I am?!" The blonde exclaimed, throwing a fit.
"We haven't been there in a few weeks. Maybe we should go there to avoid our parents." Goten whispered to Trunks.
"Right." Trunks agreed.
"Good luck getting in. That guard wouldn't let us in worth crap." The blonde spat.
"Who is it today?" Goten asked, scratching his head.
"Yamcha, I think." Trunks replied.
"Well, that'll be easy." Goten stated.
"Yep." Trunks replied.
"Yamcha? Wait. You know the guard?" The blonde asked, watching Trunks.
"Yeah; he's a family friend. All the guards who work there are. Well, we're sorry for bumping into you. Let's go, Goten." Trunks replied before instructing.
"Are you sure your mom won't come looking for you?" Goten asked, following Trunks.
"I'm sure; she's still not talking to Aunt Tights—again. What about your mom?" Trunks asked, looking back at Goten.
"No, she won't step foot in clubs; she hates the noise, people, drinks, and no proper lighting. Why aren't they talking, now?" Goten answered and then asked.
"So, everything—basically. Because Mom gave her money to start up some fashion business or whatever. But instead, she bought and runs the club. Can we help you with something?" Trunks explained before asking as he and Goten narrowed their eyes behind them. The girls were following them, listening in on their conversation.
"You know the owner of Club Cha-Cha?" The blonde asked, interested.
"Yeah; she's my aunt. And yes, I can get in whenever I want." Trunks answered, folding his arms, annoyed.
"Hi, I'm Daisy Cota and this is my best friend, Plum. And you two are? Oh, come on; it's rude not to introduce yourself after someone else already did. Don't leave us hanging." The blonde, Daisy, introduced her and her friend before telling the boys.
"I'm Goten Son." Goten replied, watching the girls. Plum seemed nice enough, but he didn't trust Daisy; she seemed shady.
"Trunks Briefs. Do you want something?" Tunks replied and then demanded.
"Do you think you could get us into that club—please?" Daisy asked, pretty much begging him.
"What are you?" Trunks asked, noticing the ears.
"I'm a Nekodian. What are you?" Daisy answered and then countered.
"We're half Saiyan and half human." Goten answered.
"Oh, cool." The girls marveled; they had heard of Saiyans but had never seen one before.
"Uh-huh. Well, are you two coming or not?" Trunks asked, walking away.
"Wait. You're going to get us in?" Daisy asked, running to Trunks.
"Yeah—if you can keep up." 'If it gets you to shut up.' Trunks answered and then thought to himself.
"Are you planning on running or flying? Beca—" "It wouldn't be fair to Plum, who is human, yes? She wouldn't be able to keep up with us. No, we're not going to run or fly. You just have to keep up with our walking pace. Also, I wouldn't bother speeding away; there'd really be no point because you can't get in without me, right?" Daisy started as they all started walking. However, Trunks interrupted her.
Fifteen Minutes Later:
"You two again. I told you earlier, you weren't getting in without a ticket or payment." Yamcha told Daisy and Plum, not noticing Trunks or Goten.
"It's fine, Yamcha; they're with me." Trunks stated, annoyed.
'You seem thrilled.' Yamcha telepathically spoke to Trunks.
'I know her type; this bitch wouldn't leave Goten or me alone until I got her in. She overheard us talking—because they were following us. Goten and I need to hide from our parents for a bit. And if it gets at least the blonde away from me; she's with me. Once she leaves though, she's out until she can pay to get in or whatever.' Trunks replied.
"Ok. Go on in. Trunks, tell your mother hi for me!" Yamcha called with a smile.
"Not on your life! It's already bad enough she knows I come here. If she knew I'm here instead of shopping with her now—I'll be a dead boy. And you for letting me in." Trunks replied, causing Yamcha to lose the smile, and slowly turned around, suddenly afraid.
"Well, you're in. Go do whatever you need. Nothing in here is free—no matter who I am to the owner; I can only get in. Once you leave, you can't come back in unless you have a ticket or can pay. See ya." Trunks told the girls before going off in a different direction.
That was the beginning of a tumultuous relationship that would only last eight months.
All they did was fight because Daisy was a bitch and was just using him. She also tended to bite, scratch, hit, and even kick him.
Of course, Trunks always defended himself. However, he never once laid a finger on her because he knew how that would end.
So, they finally broke it off.
Of course, after a month, Daisy wanted something and came crawling back to Trunks, begging her to forgive and take her back.
He was smart and did not.
Three Years, Two Weeks, & A Day Ago:
Trunks, Gohan, and Goten were headed to Yamcha's for a party he was throwing.
When they got there, the boys were shocked to see what kind of party it was.
It was, what Yamcha called, a "One-Night Stand or Hookup For One Night" Party.
Yamcha had recently been dumped by his girlfriend of six months and had been taking it pretty hard. This was just a way for him to forget, move on, and possibly get back at the "bitch" who broke his heart.
"Hey! You three made it! I'm so happy! Come in!" Yamcha drunkenly exclaimed, wading/wobbling through all the people, splashing beer.
"Hey…" The three greeted in that unsure tone.
'Well, he's sauced.' Trunks telepathically told Gohan and Goten.
'Yep.' The other two agreed.
"It's about time you three got here! Now it's a party! Come on! Have something to drink!" Yamcha drunkenly/enthusiastically yelled with a giant smile.
"Yamcha, you know we don't drink outside of our homes." Trunks stated, watching Yamcha.
"I do." Gohan stated, looking at Trunks and his brother.
"Mass amounts?" Goten asked, narrowing his eyes.
"No. Mom and Videl would kill me." Gohan answered.
"Exactly." Goten and Trunks replied.
"Oh, come on! Your mommies, daddies, or ball and chain aren't here; they don't have to know! And hey: it's not like nothing bad is going to happen; you're here with good, ol' Uncle Yamcha! You can just stay here the night! Now, here! Drink!" Yamcha yelled, shoving shot glasses of tequila at the three; he was not taking "no" for an answer.
"I suppose… What's the worst that could happen?" Goten asked, taking the shot.
"Famous last words." Trunks mumbled before taking his shot, followed by Gohan.
Four Hours Later:
8 tequila shots, 4 cans of beer, who knows how many captain and cokes, & other unknown alcoholic shots later:
~Warning: Mild Sexual Encounter With Strong Language~
"Fuck, Trunks! You got bigger and more aggressive in the past few months! I love it!" Daisy yelled as Trunks pushed her up against the wall and fucked her hard and fast.
"Just how many guys have you fucked since we broke up? You're so loose, two or three dicks could fit inside you." Trunks grunted, pulling Daisy from the wall and threw her on a bed.
"Fuck you! Hehehe!" Daisy yelled before drunkenly giggling.
"What do you think we're doing now?" Trunks asked, thrusting his cock at a rapid pace into her dripping pussy.
"Feeling like Heaven." Daisy answered, holding onto Trunks.
"If that's what you want to call it. Now, shut up." Trunks growled.
That went on for about half an hour before Trunks exploded inside Daisy and the two passed out.
Gohan only had that one shot and a few beers; he found Goten and took him home—unwillingly.
Goten lost count of what he had, so Gohan had to cut him off.
Both thought Trunks had gone home because they hadn't seen him in a while.
The Next Morning:
"AHHHH!" Trunks and Daisy woke up, both severely hungover. As soon as they saw each other—naked in the same bed with dried cum stuck to Daisy's thighs, they screamed bloody murder.
"What the hell?! What are you doing in my bed?! Your bed?! This is my bed!" Trunks and Daisy screamed at each other, scrambling to gather their discarded clothing.
"Actually, it's my guest bedroom bed. Get cleaned up, dressed, and head home. And Trunks… I don't care how you do it, but sober up before you go home, or your mother will kill both of us." Yamcha stated, looking at the two before leaving.
"How the hell could you take advantage of me like that?!" Daisy snapped.
"Me? You hold your liquor better than me! I don't even know how much I had to drink anymore! For all I know you could've spiked something I was drinking! God—I'm gonna have to get tested for STDs." Trunks fired back before mumbling, striking a nerve with Daisy.
"Excuse me?! I DO NOT HAVE A STD OF ANY SORT!" Daisy yelled, throwing a vase at Trunks's head.
"Hey! Stop throwing shit at me! How am I supposed to know that—or even believe you?! How many men have you slept with before and after me?! God! I never want to see you again! I don't want anything to do with you ever again! Leave me alone and stop following me everywhere! What? You don't think I don't notice you creeping around corners and such wherever I go except home?! I'm half Saiyan; I can sense when someone is following and watching me! We are done! We have been done for the past few months! Get it through your head! I don't want to be friends with you either! All you want from me is my money, for me to get you something, or to get into somewhere! I've told you before, I'll tell you now, and I'll always keep telling you for as long as you come around, I'm not going to be used anymore!" Trunks yelled, shocking Daisy.
"Fine! Fuck you too! If I end up pregnant because of you, you'll never see the child! But I sure as hell will call for child support!" Daisy yelled, running away. But not before Trunks got his two cents in.
"If you do become pregnant—if you already aren't, and I'm proven of that child's father; I will fight for some kind of custody arrangement!" Trunks yelled after Daisy.
Trunks got sober, went to a clinic, and got an STD test for every STD under the sun. They all came back negative.
A Week & A Half Ago:
"Hello?" Trunks asked, answering an unknown number.
Typically, Trunks doesn't answer unknown numbers, but this one won't stop calling.
"Yes, hi. Can I speak with a Briefs, Trunks?" A woman on the other end asked.
"This is he. Who may I ask is calling?" Trunks asked, suspicious.
"My name is Grace Halling. I'm a scientist calling on behalf of testing half-breeds. I'm not trying to sound offensive or anything, but your name came up under our registry as half human and half Saiyan. Is that correct?" The woman, Grace Halling, calmly explained and then asked.
"Yes. What do you want?" Trunks answered and then asked, still suspicious.
"Yes, of course. I can tell you don't trust me or something. I'm just calling to see if you'd be willing to participate in my study. All I need is a few samples: blood, saliva, ear wax, hair sample. That kind of stuff. Of course, you'll be paid for your participation: $50.00. Saiyans are the only beings we don't have. Would you be willing to come to the new Hadley Clinic in downtown West City?" Grace calmly explained and then asked, sounding desperate.
"When?" Trunks asked, raising an eyebrow.
"In an hour?" Grace answered as a question.
"Can I bring friends?" Trunks asked, tapping his finger.
"Of course. Are they like you?" Grace asked.
"Yes, they're half Saiyan and half human." Trunks replied.
"They may come with if you wish. However you feel most comfortable." Grace replied.
"Ok. See you in an hour." Trunks replied before hanging up before another word could be said.
Trunks ended up only taking Gohan; Goten was grounded for getting an A- on some test he studied for nonstop. Chi-Chi knows; she studied with him to make sure he was studying and not wasting time. Not an A+. Not even an A. An A-. Oh, the shame.
They both participated in Grace's "study" and got $50.00 each.
They were told they would get the results as soon as they had them.
Current Time:
June 1st:
Around 11:45 AM:
Trunks graduated with a two-year degree in business three days ago—and today was his nineteenth birthday.
So, because of those two major things, Bulma took it upon herself to throw a barbeque party for her favorite son.
"Congratulations, Trunks! Happy birthday!" Everyone cheered, popping streamers and poppers.
"Thank you!" Trunks happily thanked everyone after opening all his gifts: both birthday and graduation.
"Thank you, Mom and Dad for throwing this party!" Trunks and Bulla happily thanked their parents.
"Oh, no; don't thank me. This was all your mother; I didn't want all these people at my house." Vegeta huffed.
"Either way, thanks!" Trunks thanked again with a smile.
Several Hours Later:
Around 4:00 PM:
The day went on like any other party of Bulma's:
· Trunks, Gohan, and Goten were hanging out, talking.
· Bulma was happily watching her son, thinking about how mature he's become.
· Vegeta was trying for his wife and kids, but he was still complaining.
· Bulla and Marron were trying to get Pan to be more girly.
· Goku was stuffing his food with food, embarrassing Chi-Chi—who just wanted to have a nice time.
· Videl was talking to their newest female member, Veah.
· 18, being the loving wife she is, was berating Krillin for not winning the big cash prize at some place they went a few days ago. And Krillin was taking it.
· Piccolo was watching his surroundings.
· Tien was conversing with Chiaotzu.
· Yamcha was standing in the corner, texting some girl he met at the grocery store.
· Master Roshi was ogling women from afar.
· Yamcha brought his new friend, Daku, but he left about half an hour or so ago to go to work. Bulma was thankful for that because that man gave her the creeps.
All was typical fun and games until some woman in a suit showed up. She had shoulder-length light blond hair and green eyes.
"May I help you? This is family and friends only." Bulma informed the woman, walking over to her—Vegeta and Trunks right behind her.
"Oh, this won't take long—I hope. I'm looking for a Trunks Briefs." The woman replied, watching Bulma, Vegeta, and Trunks.
"I'm Trunks Briefs; what can I do for you?" Trunks asked as the rest of the gang walked over.
"Are you familiar with a girl by the name of Daisy Cota?" The woman asked, looking directly at Trunks.
"Good, God! Can't we ever escape that girl?" Vegeta asked, pissed off while Bulma stood behind him, growling with her hands clenched in front of her.
"Yeah, I know her; we dated and broke up years ago. What about her?" Trunks answered and then asked.
"She's dead." The woman answered.
"What do you want with my Trunks; he didn't do it! No matter how much he didn't like someone like her, he would never!" Bulma exploded, becoming very defensive of her son.
"Mom, relax." Trunks told Bulma, stepping in front of her.
"Oh, no. No. No. I know he didn't do it; she died of an overdose. Although, her friend helped her along with it. I'm here for a different reason—kind of involving Daisy. But maybe I should explain who I am first. My name Kurumi Pom, and I'm with Child Protective Services." This woman, Kurumi Pom, explained, confusing Trunks, Bulma, and Vegeta.
"What do you want with my son?" Bulma demanded, becoming defensive again.
"My associate, Grace Halling called you last week; she told you she was conducting a study on half breeds. You were asked to donate your DNA via blood work, a cheek swab, hair follicles, and ear wax for $50.00?" Kurumi asked, becoming a bit confused by the ear wax.
Bulma was about to say something, but Trunks answered first.
"Yes, I was. But by your tone; I'm guessing she wasn't conducting any study. Can you explain what's going on?" Trunks sternly asked, getting looks from his parents and Bulla.
"We needed your and a few other men's DNA to match to Daisy's to daughter. And—it just so happens that your DNA is the one that matches. Saiyans, you said? Do you Saiyans have any—non-human features?" Kurumi asked, trying not to offend anyone.
"Why would you ask that?" Trunks, Bulma, and Vegeta asked right away.
"The little girl has cat ears, presumably from her mother. But she also has what looks like an ape tail—presumably from her father." Kurumi answered.
"Yep… There's no doubt that the child is Trunks's." Bulma sighed, remembering Daisy as Trunks sank to his knees.
"You didn't know?" Kurumi asked, looking at Trunks.
"No; she never told me. The last time we talked was after we had drunk, unprotected sex at some party. We fought the next morning and she swore that if I got her pregnant, she would never let me see my child—but she would file for child support. I never got any call, so I figured she either never became pregnant. Or if she did, it wasn't mine." Trunks answered, shocked, sitting there, kind of staring off into space.
"How could you be so irresponsible? That bitch was nothing but a slut! How could you not be more careful?!" Bulla yelled, smacking Trunks over the head; she was pissed off.
"Ow! Ow! Will you stop that?! God! And if it weren't for the fact that she said this little girl's DNA matched mine—and that she had an ape tail, I'd still wonder if the child was mine!" Trunks yelled, pissed off, blocking his sister's hands.
"Mom, Dad; do something!" Bulla yelled, upset, stepping away from Trunks.
"So, this little girl; she's what, two?" Trunks asked, standing up and looked at Kurumi.
"No. Well, yes, but no. She's two years, five months, a week, and a day old. She'll be three on December 24th." Kurumi calmly answered.
"Are you sure she's mine? That party I went to, I remember was in May. If she were pregnant with my child, the child would've had to be born at the end of January or beginning of February. I remember when my mom was pregnant with my sister." Trunks asked and then explained.
"You're smart. Yes, according to pregnancy and birth records, your daughter should've been born between February 5th and February 10th. However, there were some complications with Daisy's pregnancy, and she gave birth a month, one week, and five days early." Kurumi explained, watching a shocked Trunks.
"What kind of complications?" Trunks asked, regaining his composure.
"Well, I suppose the big reasons would be that despite being told not to, Daisy went zip-lining; that's when she went into labor. When she was on her way to the hospital, she was in a car accident. I guess, she ended up giving birth in the front seat of the car she was in. And then she let her extremely drunk friend cut the umbilical cord with a broken piece of mirror. Unfortunately, Daisy has records of her smoking pot and drinking throughout the pregnancy as well. So, I'd have to say that all of those reasons are the cause of the complications." Kurumi explained, looking through some papers.
"Oh, my… What the…? How…?" Trunks was so angry; he couldn't think or speak straight.
"Trunks, calm down. Everything is going to be ok." Bulma told her son, hugging him from behind.
"How the hell could she do that?! What the fuck was wrong with her?!" Trunks finally snapped.
"Well, at least we'll have firewood." Bulma sighed after Trunks punched a tree so hard, it fell over.
"Sorry." Trunks apologized, walking over after moving the tree.
"Oh, no; don't apologize to me. Daisy wasn't a well woman." Kurumi sincerely told Trunks.
"Ok… So, with all of that crap, how is the girl? What kinds of side effects does she have? You can't tell me that with all Daisy did while pregnant, that this child doesn't have any side effects." Trunks asked, watching Kurumi.
"She's a bit slow and has breathing problems. She was in the NICU for a little over two months to give her lungs time to develop properly. For the most part, her lungs are normal sized, and they work, but she can't be overexerting herself. The doctors say her heart is fine, and there's nothing wrong with it. What they really mean is there's nothing they can do about it. Don't panic. The same rules that apply to her lungs, apply to her heart; she isn't to overexert herself. If she overexerts herself, gets overwhelmed, panics, her heartrate speeds up—and it speeds up faster than normal people. I don't know if that has to do with either Saiyans or whatever Daisy was, but that's what we've noticed. And as unfortunate as it is, she panics a lot. It's actually so bad that she's been legally diagnosed with Anxiety: basic and social. She does have panic attacks—and they get so bad to where she can't breathe." Kurumi explained to a very shocked Briefs family.
"What do you mean she's "a bit slow?" What does that mean?" Bulla asked, confused.
"She doesn't catch onto what a two-year-old should know. She's almost two and a half. By then, most two-year-olds know how to walk, speak up, and use a little toilet. You can't blame the child, but she can't do any of those yet. It's amazing she can sit up and eat (to a point) by herself. But again, it's not her fault. It would be asinine to even think about blaming her for something that's out of her control. With that said, she can talk; she just doesn't. Or if she does, it comes out more as a mumble. X-rays show that there's nothing wrong with her knees, but for some reason or another, she can't seem to bend her knees. Or again: she doesn't get the concept. So, her legs, no matter what she's doing, her legs are always straight out. She can stand up, but only for a few seconds before falling backward. With eating, she can pick crackers, sandwiches, and other foods up, but she can't grip silverware." Kurumi explained, hoping she answered Bulla's question.
"Haha. Hi. I know I'm not part of this—and I mean no disrespect, but what does a two and a half year old to be so anxious about?" Yamcha asked, butting in.
"You're right; this isn't your place." Vegeta growled at Yamcha.
"She was severely abused. Before anyone asks; I'll tell you she was severely abused by Daisy and several of her friends: women and men." Kurumi answered, shocking everyone even more so than before.
"What do you mean severely? She's two." Trunks asked, staring at Kurumi.
"If you have to ask, you don't want to know. The short version: she ended up in the ER multiple times when neighbors called police complaining of a baby screaming at all hours of the night. She's been in with multiple fractures, broken bones, bruised tailbones, ribs, etc., and bruises. Mom was smart; she claimed she'd turn her back for a few seconds and the baby was on the floor. Or she had this friend, who is no longer her friend, who did the deed. CPS never had to be called. That or they had never been called. Not until about four months ago. Daisy died three months ago after we started our investigation. We seized the baby from her friend's house a few hours later. Does the name Plum ring a bell?" Kurumi explained before asking.
"She was one of Daisy's friends—until she wasn't for some reason or other. Why?" Trunks asked, narrowing his eyes.
"She was trying to kill the baby. When she was arrested, she claimed she was trying to save her life by killing her; she wanted to end her suffering. We may have believed her had it not been for the pentagram she painted on the floor with her own blood. Police and my boss got there just as she was about to put the baby in the center. After that failed, she told us she injected Daisy with whatever, took her baby, and was planning on sacrificing her for something or other. Something about bring some cell back from Hell or something like that. Police got their evidence and removed the pentagram. Anyway, after all that, Plum stabbed herself three times in the stomach; she was just released from the ER and is in prison, awaiting her trial. But I should get to why I'm here." Kurumi explained, looking at her notes again.
"Why are you here?" Bulla asked, fearing the answer.
"I know you didn't know about her, but you are the little girl's father; you do have parental rights if you want them. I have a picture of the girl if you're interested in seeing what she looks like before I continue—and you make a decision." Kurumi answered, watching Trunks before letting him know.
"Yeah; let me see a picture, please." Trunks replied, watching Kurumi.
Kurumi didn't reply; she just looked through her folders until she pulled out a picture of the little girl:
· She had fair skin
· Long chocolate-brown hair
· Trunks's blue eyes
· Dark tan cat ears
· A brown ape tail
You could see bruises on her arms, legs, cheeks, forehead, and neck.
"Oh, the poor thing. But she's still so adorable. What's her name?" Bulma cooed before asking, looking from the picture to Kurumi.
"Unfortunately, I can't disclose any information unless it's directly to the father—if he wishes to know." Kurumi honestly explained.
"What's her name?" Trunks asked, looking away from the photo.
"Her name is Miyuki—just Miyuki; Daisy never gave her a last name." Kurumi answered.
"Aww! Such a cute name for such an adorable little girl! What are you planning?" Bulma asked, looking at her son.
"What can I do?" Trunks asked, watching Kurumi.
"Well, that's why I'm here. I have several forms for custody arrangements. For legal purposes, I have to ask what you want." "Can I keep her?" Kurumi calmly but firmly informed Trunks before he interrupted her.
Trunks honestly didn't care about the adoption or foster process; he wanted a daughter. So he asked about keeping Miyuki, getting a smile from Bulma—and causing Bulla to freak out.
"No! You can't let him keep her!" Bulla screamed.
"Biologically, he's Miyuki's father; I can't stop him if truly he wants her. All he has to do is sign one page, saying he wants custody." Kurumi calmly told Bulla.
"Trunks, please don't sign those papers. If you love me, you won't sign those papers. Mom, Dad: please don't let him sign anything, and bring her here! Just think: that's Daisy's kid you're talking about; you hated her! And there's not enough room here!" Bulla cried.
"Then I'll move and find somewhere else to live; I want my daughter. I'll sign whatever I have to to get her. Fuck! If I had to fight in court or whatever; I would. Please, give me what I need to sign." Trunks snapped at Bulla before calmly asking Kurumi.
"And what are you talking about Bulla? There's plenty of room here; we have three spare rooms. I think we get that she's Daisy's child; she gave birth to her after all. However, she's also Trunks's child, making her my grandbaby." Bulma told Bulla as Trunks signed what he needed.
"What is wrong with you today?" Vegeta asked, looking at his daughter.
"Ok, you're all set." Kurumi told Trunks with a smile.
"When can I come get her?" Trunks asked, looking at Kurumi.
"My associate, Coast Peer will bring her up in just a little bit. Also, Brook Bell will be here as well. Sorry. Brook Bell is a physical therapist who often works with us. She will give you options or show you what you need to do with Miyuki's legs, hips, arms, and all that good stuff." Kurumi explained, watching Trunks with a smile.
"How can you be alright with this?! He was sixteen when he got her pregnant and seventeen when she had the baby! Not to mention she was in her twenties! If Goten were to get me pregnant you would have a heart attack!" Bulla yelled, causing a scene.
"That's enough, now! One: you're only twelve, so you had better not be having sex. Hell, you shouldn't even be thinking about having sex period! You're lucky we're even letting you date Goten—not that we have much a choice, seeing as you two are connected mates. Two: she was in her twenties, yes. That's the point: she was in her twenties; she was the adult and knew what she was doing! Three: Was Trunks a stupid idiot and make a mistake? Yes, he did. But he's taking responsibly of that mistake. And by no means, is that girl a mistake. I want to get that out in the open before anyone hits me over the head. Keep your attitude up, Little Girl, and you'll be grounded and won't be able to see Goten for a very long time! Do I make myself clear?!" Vegeta angrily exclaimed.
"Yes, Sir." Bulla mumbled, pouting as she went to find somewhere to sit.
"Is this the right place?" They heard a male ask from behind their fence.
"Yep; I see Kurumi." A female voice answered.
"Great. How do we get in?" The male asked, annoyed.
"If I had to guess, I would say the open gate." The female spoke in a bored tone.
Before you knew it, a woman with shoulder-length silver hair tied in a high ponytail and brown eyes and a man with short black hair and red eyes walked into the yard.
"This is the correct place this time, right?" The male asked, looking at Kurumi.
"Yes, it is. Jeez… I get turned around, lost, and end up at the wrong place one time. Brook, Coast: this is Trunks Briefs—Miyuki's father his family, and friends. Trunks and family: these are my associates, Brook Bell, and Coast Peer. Where is Miyuki?" Kurumi introduced everyone before asking.
"Why? He wants her?" Coast asked, shocked, watching Trunks.
"That's why Kurumi asked us to bring Miyuki to them. If the parent doesn't want their child, they fill out the paperwork, and the child stays with us." Brook told Coast, annoyed.
"I should've asked someone else to come with." Kurumi moaned, rubbing her forehead.
"Maybe he didn't see the paperwork. Maybe he didn't get a choice." Coast insisted.
"Hey!" Kurumi exclaimed, becoming pissed.
"Sorry. I meant no offense." Coast mumbled an apology
"Stop! Do you have the paperwork for adoption or foster care?" Trunks asked, looking at Coast, shocking and confusing Kurumi.
"Yeah. Here. It's all filled out. All you have to do is read it over, make a decision, and sign some papers." Coast gladly replied, handing Trunks already filled out paperwork.
"Thank you." "Wha—" Trunks thanked before causing Coast to start asking when he stacked the pile of paperwork and ripped them in half: foster on the bottom and adoption on the top.
Trunks then put those on top of each other and tore them in half again. And so on and so forth until they were medium-sized square pieces.
Coast was so shocked or angered that he couldn't speak.
"Now, we have more stuff for a fire. I already knew what the other two options were before Miss Pom told me. No, I didn't ever plan on being a teen father, but shit happens—clearly. However, that being said, I've wanted kids since I was fifteen—at least one. I didn't want to hear any other options; I want my daughter. And that's that. If you have something you want to say: don't. I don't want to and won't listen to it." Trunks calmly told Coast after (with Bulma's help) got the pieces of paper in a bag.
"I'm leaving." Coast grumbled, turning away.
"We'll be out after a bit." Brook told Coast, not even looking back.
"I won't be there; I'm walking." Coast angrily informed.
'What the hell is his problem?' Trunks, Vegeta, and Bulma, thought to themselves, watching Coast leave.
"Wait! Where's the baby?" Kurumi called, frustrated.
"Kurumi, relax; I have her. And she's sleeping. You said if she was asleep not to wake her. She was awake for a little bit. However, all she did was fuss and scream; she did not want Coast picking her up—at all. I got her to calm down and she was out like a light." Brook told Kurumi, holding a car seat.
"Ok… Go ahead and set her down. Just so you know—so it's not a surprise: Miyuki is very shy because of all she's went through. And half of her tail is missing. With how it looked, it looked as though someone tied something tightly around it and it fell off. She was lucky she didn't become septic or anything like that." Kurumi explained after instructing Brook.
"Here we are." "Mmm!" "Oh, I know. It's ok. You're going to be living in a safe place from now on." Kurumi told Miyuki after waking her, and she started fussing.
As soon as Kurumi had Miyuki firmly in her arms, Bulla ran into the house; she was so frustrated, she didn't know how to control her emotions.
She was jealous of a two-year-old, and she didn't know why…