"Can I hold her now?" Bulma asked, looking at Vegeta.
"Yeah, fine." Vegeta replied, slowly handing Bulma the sleeping toddler.
"She really is a cute little thing. I remember when Marron was that small. Although, she wasn't even a year and a half when she was that small. Nor did she have that much hair." 18 stated, watching Miyuki.
"Yes, she is. I don't care who her mother is or was; she's still Trunks's baby girl: she's still my little grandbaby. But knowing who her mother was—I'm so glad she looks more like our family. Sure, I see Daisy here and there, but I mostly see our family." Bulma replied with a smile.
"I'm sorry, but who exactly was Daisy? I know she was Miyuki's mother, but I see more of Trunks and your family in her." Veah asked and stated, confused.
Veah was the newest female member of the group; she was a nineteen-year-old Venarian with strawberry-blonde hair and light green eyes. Her fiancé was an Arien named Martin; he's fighting a war against space invaders who are trying to take over Mars.
"That's right: you weren't around back then, were you? Trunks and Goten met Daisy and her friend, Plum a few years ago when they were fourteen and fifteen. It started with Trunks getting them into my sister's club—which is no longer owned by her. After that, they started a relationship. I didn't like her from day one, but I loved my son and wanted him to be happy. And—I had to let him figure things out for himself. And he did after a few months. Great. However, she became kind of stalkerish after that and came around, begging him to take her back. Their relationship was toxic: all she did was use him to buy her things and get her in places. After some time, we didn't hear from her. So ,we thought, "Finally. She's gone and out of our lives." I thank God I have a smart son and that he never took her back. Clearly, she found a way back in—and it wasn't by playing fair. She had to get him drunk to do so. Yes, he got himself drunk first, but she only made it worse. Trunks knows better than to overdrink. He also knew better than to drink somewhere other than home—Yamcha. Sorry. Trunks only got drunk because Yamcha threw the party, was stupid drunk, and wouldn't let up on Trunks, Goten, or Gohan. Before you ask, Goten and Gohan lost sight of Trunks at some point and thought he went home because they know how he is. So, between the time they last saw him, until they left, was when Daisy got to him. Thank you; I thought so as well. Her skin is a bit fairer than mine, but darker than Daisy's; she was very pale. She has her mother's ears, chin, and forehead. She has her father's eye color, cheeks, nose, bangs depending on how they're parted, and eyebrows. With me, she shares my eye shape and color. With Vegeta, she shares his nose. I'm not sure on the hair color—but if I had to guess; I'd say it's a mixture of her parents' hair colors: Trunks's violet hair, and Daisy's dark blonde hair. And with how dark it is; I'd say that's the Saiyan gene. I'm not sure why this one little piece of hair sticks up like this. All I know is she's so adorable." Bulma answered Veah, explaining a good chunk.
"Oh, I see. I'm sorry." Veah apologized.
"No need to apologize. Trunks has Miyuki now; that's all that matters. I know this is horrible, but I'm so glad Daisy is officially gone and out of our lives. I want to say I'm sorry she died because unless we're at war with someone, I never want to wish someone dead. But that woman… Use my son—and then severely abuse his daughter—my granddaughter? Trunks is one thing: he can take care of himself. But this little girl: she couldn't even defend herself." Bulma explained, protectively holding Miyuki.
"That bitch got off easy; she deserved so much more than she got at the end—her and her psychotic friend. Don't ever feel any kind of sorrow towards her. Not after all the shit she put that girl or her father though—our blood." Vegeta firmly told Bulma, trying not to snap and yell.
"Wow. I'm kind of surprised you didn't go off the deep end." Yamcha mumbled.
"I heard that." Vegeta growled, turning around.
"Take Miyuki for a minute. … Not now—either of you! If either of you wake Miyuki up—so help me God. No one needs this right now! So, knock it off!" Bulma snapped at Yamcha and Vegeta, standing between the two after having Chi-Chi take Miyuki.
"Fine." Yamcha grumbled, walking over to a tree—that was still standing. At the same time, Vegeta went back to watching his wife, granddaughter, and son.
"Thank you." Bulma thanked Chi-Chi, taking Miyuki back.
"No problem." Chi-Chi replied with a smile.
Ten Minutes Later:
Things finally started calming down—to a point:
· Trunks finally stopped shaking in anger. However, now he was sitting inside with his head between his knees, crying.
· Piccolo was still sitting on the ground, in shock. The others decided to let him be because they didn't know how he would react if they tried to touch or even talk to him.
· Bulma sat at a table with Miyuki—next to Chi-Chi and 18.
· Vegeta and Goku were simultaneously watching Bulma, Miyuki, Chi-Chi, 18—and Trunks.
· Videl and Veah were talking while Goten and Gohan talked.
· Marron, Bulla, and Pan were bored out of their minds.
· Krillin, Tien, Chiaotzu, Yamcha, and Master Roshi were patiently waiting, feeling the light breeze on their faces, and watching the sky—or women.
"I wonder what happened." Chi-Chi sighed, watching Miyuki sleep in Bulma's arms.
"I don't know. But whatever it was couldn't have been any good. I mean, Piccolo, who is usually stoic, serious, and unmoving, is still sitting in the middle of the yard shocked or something. And Trunks is still extremely upset." Bulma replied, sighing as she tucked some hair behind Miyuki's hair.
"So much so that he's sitting in the house, crying." Vegeta added, drinking something, watching Miyuki's legs.
"What?" Bulma asked, shocked; she hadn't known her son was crying.
"You didn't know?" Vegeta asked, somewhat shocked.
"No. What the hell happened?" Bulma asked, becoming frustrated.
"I don't know. But there's some good news." Vegeta replied.
"What's good news?" Bulma asked, watching her husband.
"The girl's knees: they're bent—and kicking." Vegeta stated, pointing to Miyuki's legs.
"Oh. So they are. And they're not swollen or anything." Bulma stated, feeling Miyuki's knees.
"Mmmm… Waaahh! Ahahaha!" Miyuki woke up, crying.
Just then, Trunks walked out.
"I'll take her." Trunks told Bulma as calmly as he could be.
As soon as Bulma handed Miyuki to Trunks, she latched onto him and calmed down; she figured out who her daddy was. She was slowly starting to trust him—trust that he wasn't going to hurt her and was going to keep her safe.
"What?" Trunks asked when he noticed everyone staring at him.
"Nothing. It's just you're really good at that—and you've never been a parent before." Yamcha replied, kind of shocked.
"Oh…" Trunks started.
"But it's a good thing; he's going to need to be if he's going to raise that little girl." Chi-Chi spoke up, watching Trunks with a smile.
"I think she knows who I am; I think she trusts me. Not to mention; I did help with Bulla a little." Trunks replied, holding Miyuki's hand as he held her; she calmed him down quite a bit.
"Nonsense; you helped with Bulla a lot." Bulma corrected with a smile.
"How old is she again?" Tien asked, looking at the family.
"Umm… Miss Pom said she was two years, five months, a week and a day (8 days) old. And she will be three on December 24th. Why do you ask?" Trunks answered, being specific before asking.
"I was just wondering. She seems so—small." Tien replied, watching Miyuki.
"I suppose you're right. But Miss Pom did say she was born early. I've heard that children born early like Miyuki was, are smaller." Trunks replied, thinking about it all.
"And it doesn't help with all that woman did while she was pregnant with Miyuki; she probably stunted her growth." Bulma sternly added.
"It's so nice to have a baby around again." Chi-Chi changed the subject, dropping hints to Gohan and Videl; she wanted more grandchildren.
· Marron was now fourteen.
· Bulla was now twelve.
· Pan was now eleven.
"She's not exactly a baby; she's two and a half. With that being said: boy, did you dodge a bullet? You don't have to change any diapers." Yamcha corrected Chi-Chi before speaking to Trunks.
"Actually, because of her situation, Miyuki is still in diapers. Not to mention: a lot of two and a half years olds are still in diapers. Hopefully, it'll go quickly, but I don't mind changing her diapers. I wouldn't have minded changing her diapers had I known about her before." Trunks corrected Yamcha before continuing to explain.
"Honestly—and please don't take offense to this: I thought you never wanted kids." 'Like your father.' Yamcha told Trunks before darkly thinking to himself.
"I'm not offended. I have no reason to be because you're right; I never wanted kids before. I never wanted kids until I—until I met Daisy. No, I didn't exactly want to be a teen father—or have kids with her. But both of those have been tossed out the window—and there's really nothing I can do now. If you dare say anything about adoption or foster care, you'll regret it. I've heard stories of foster care. Yes, I know there are some good ones out there, but a good chunk of them are bad. I don't want to risk it. As for adoption—no. Just no. I know it's only been almost two hours or whatever, but I know I wanted Miyuki before I saw her. And now that I have her, I couldn't imagine my life without her. So yes, I know there are technically other options. But for me, there aren't." Trunks replied, further explaining things to Yamcha.
"Ok. I was just wondering." Yamcha defended, earning glares from Vegeta before he went inside to use the bathroom.
"Mom, can Marron, Pan, Goten, and I go shopping for a little while?" Bulla asked, bored out of her mind.
"Don't you want to stay here and hang out with your brother on his big day? And get to know Miyuki? You know; you'll have a celebration like this when you graduate and all that? And you know we still love you like we always have? Just because Miyuki's here now, doesn't mean we don't love you any less. You know that right?" Bulma asked, looking at her daughter.
"Yes, Mom; I know all that. We're just bored. Besides, we know you guys: once Uncle Piccolo recovers, you'll shoo us away anyway so you can talk about what's going on because you won't want us to hear—even though we're old enough. I love you, Dad, and Trunks—and even Miyuki is warming up to me. But I'm bored." Bulla honestly replied.
"Fine—but ask your father when he gets back as well." Bulma firmly told Bulla.
"Yay! Thank you!" Bulla excitedly thanked Bulma, hugging her.
"And Trunks… I'm sorry for I acted towards Miyuki earlier." Bulla apologized to Trunks.
"It's fine, I guess." Trunks sighed, holding Miyuki—whose stomach started growling.
"What's going on out here?" Vegeta asked, walking out.
"Oh, Daddy! Can I go shopping with Marron, Pan and Goten?" Bulla asked, looking at Vegeta with the big pouty, puppy-dog eyes.
"Is it ok with their parents? If it is: fine, you can go. But if they say no: you can't go either. And you're certainly not going shopping alone with Goten." Vegeta sternly told Bulla, crossing his arms as Piccolo came back to reality.
"Can they go?" Bulla asked Krillin, 18, Chi-Chi, Goku, Gohan, and Videl.
"Yeah, but make sure Pan's back by 8:30." Videl told Bulla with a soft smile.
"Same goes for Goten." Chi-Chi strictly added.
"I guess same goes for Marron." 18 and Krillin agreed.
"Thank you!" All three girls shouted as Goten mumbled. He was no fool and knew what he was going for; he was going to be the bag carrier.
"Would you like something to eat now?" Trunks asked when he felt and heard Miyuki's stomach growl again.
"Mmmm." Miyuki made a noise, indicating she was hungry.
"What would you like?" Trunks asked, taking her to where the food was again.
Miyuki didn't know what anything was—or even how to communicate, so she just placed her face in Trunks's shoulder.
"You don't talk much, do you?" Yamcha asked, about a foot or two away from Trunks and Miyuki. This got Vegeta's attention; he walked over and smacked him over the head.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" Yamcha demanded, holding his head.
"Of course, she doesn't talk much; she's a scared little girl who was badly abused!" Vegeta exclaimed as quietly as possible.
"Hehehe…" Miyuki giggled a little, getting everyone's attention.
"What's funny?" Krillin asked, confused.
"I'm not sure." Trunks replied, looking at Miyuki with a small smile. She was giggling; it was magical music to his ears. It was the first time he got to hear her giggle.
"I think I know. What do all little kids think is the funniest thing ever?" Bulma inquired, walking over to Yamcha.
"I don't kno—Ow! Now, what was that for?" Yamcha once again yelped, holding his head, once again, causing Miyuki to giggle.
"How can she think that's so funny if she was abused like that herself?" Yamcha questioned, still holding his head.
"Oh, relax Yamcha; you're fine. Almost all little kids love when adults get "hurt." She probably knows you're just fine. And you have to admit; it's nice to hear her giggle—even if it's just a little bit. Also, whacking you over the head like that was not even close to the abuse she suffered." Bulma calmly told Yamcha before becoming severe, watching her grandchild.
"I guess… I'm sorry, ok? But why does it have to be me?" Yamcha mumbled an apology before asking, annoyed.
"Oh, I can rectify that." 18 insisted, smacking Krillin over the head, causing Miyuki to giggle some more.
"Ow! Why did you have to go and do that?" Krillin exclaimed, holding his head.
"Ok… That's enough of that. No offence or anything; I just need to get Miyuki to eat something." Trunks told everyone, looking at all the food.
"Right. Well, what I used to do for you and Bulla, was break some things into small pieces and stick it in your mouths. If you liked it; you ate it. And if you didn't; you'd spit it out and make a face." Bulma told Trunks, smiling as she watched him.
"Ok. Umm… Can you take Miyuki for a second?" Trunks asked, looking at his mother.
"Nope. You go sit somewhere, and I'll make you a plate with everything on it." Bulma ordered with a smile, making Trunks sit down. He found a camping chair and sat at a table with Miyuki on his lap.
"Can we officially meet Miyuki?" Goku asked, walking over with Chi-Chi.
"Oh, sure. Miyuki, these are two of our family friends: Goku and his wife, Chi-Chi. You don't have to be afraid of them—of anyone here. Like me, they'll all protect you if it comes down to it. No one will ever hurt you like that ever again. Ok? So, Goku, and Chi-Chi. And if we turn—this way a little, you'll see one of their sons—and one of my very best friends: Gohan, and his wife, Videl. Goku and Chi-Chi's other son—my other best friend went out with Aunty Bulla, Gohan and Videl's daughter, Pan, and Marron." Trunks introduced Miyuki to the Son family.
"Hi, Little Miyuki." Goku happily greeted.
"Hi, Hunny." Chi-Chi gently greeted.
After a few seconds, Miyuki waved at Goku and Chi-Chi like before—clenching and unclenching her hands; she did the same to Gohan and Videl when Trunks turned her again.
"These are our other family friends, Krillin and 18; they're Marron's parents. She's out with Aunty Bulla, remember? This is Piccolo and that's Yamcha. Over there are Tien and Chiaotzu. This is Veah, and—over there is Master Roshi." With each person Trunks introduced Miyuki to, she would shyly wave at them with one hand while she stuck her other thumb in her mouth.
"And here come Grandma and Grandpa—with a lot of food." Trunks told Miyuki in utter disbelief when he saw his parents bring over at least four or five different plates of food.
"A little bit of everything." Bulma told Trunks with a smile.
"I don't think she'll eat all this; she's a tiny child." Trunks mumbled as Bulma and Vegeta set the plates down.
"I wouldn't count on that; I was a small kid, and I ate a lot." Vegeta stated, crossing his arms.
"Same here!" Goku agreed with a big goofy smile.
"You both still do—and so do you, Trunks." Bulma reminded Goku and her boys, sitting across from Trunks and Miyuki; Chi-Chi nodded in agreement.
"But Bulla doesn't eat a whole lot." Goku mentioned.
"Yeah—but Pan sure as hell does." Videl added, looking at them.
"Well, I guess they are only half Saiyan. Maybe because they're only part Saiyan, it depends on how much they can eat." Chi-Chi pondered.
"Maybe." Everyone sighed as Trunks broke off a piece of hotdog to let Miyuki try.
"What did you say her mother was again?" Veah asked, watching Miyuki eat a hotdog with ketchup.
"Daisy was something called a Nekodian. From what I understand, Nekodains are a cat-like species who look almost human with cat eyes, ears, tails, claws, and whiskers. They are incredibly fast and can jump from incredible heights and land on their feet." Trunks answered, breaking pieces of hotdog off for Miyuki; it made it easier for her to eat.
"So she doesn't have much Human in her, then?" Tien asked, watching Trunks.
"I suppose not." Trunks replied.
"Well, doing the math: Daisy was a full Nekodian. Trunks is half Human and half Saiyan. That would make Miyuki a third Nekodian, a third Saiyan, and a third Human." Yamcha stated, looking at everyone with a finger up, indicating he had been thinking hard.
"No; that's incorrect." An invisible voice spoke.
"Who's there? Show yourself!" Vegeta exclaimed while Trunks held Miyuki close.
"I am all that there is and will be: I am the world's knowledge. I know and see all. I'm not here for or to hurt the child. I just came to correct the human. If the child had been born to a mother who was human or Saiyan or another half-breed like the child's father, the child would either be a Saiyan and human hybrid. However, because the father is a hybrid and the mother was a full Nekodian, any human that was supposed to be in the child was canceled out by two competing races: Saiyan and Nekodian. The child is directly half Saiyan and half Nekodian. So, yes, Mr. Turtle Hermit; your theory you have locked in your head, is correct. Farewell, protectors of Earth." This voice explained before there was nothing but silence.
"That's just stupid; she should be a third of everything. How is she supposed to connect with Bulma?" Yamcha complained, sulking.
"Whatever she is; she's still family—and family is everything. The child will have a connection with the family because we'll all be there for her." Vegeta sincerely but firmly told everyone, glaring at Yamcha.
Miyuki ate:
· A full hotdog
· Half a cheeseburger with lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, and ketchup
· A small amount of Mac & Cheese
· A little bit of corn
· A slice of watermelon
· Honeydew balls
· Cantaloup balls
She didn't like the barbeque-sauced chicken, macaroni salad, or potato salad as she spit those out after a few seconds. She hated the onions; she spit that out as soon as she bit into one—and then started crying until Trunks popped half a melon-ball in her mouth.
While Miyuki was slowly eating everything, Bulma brought her some cherry-flavored Kool-Aid.
She didn't get to some of the foods because she was starting to become full.
"You did a very good job. Do you think you have room in your tummy for a cupcake?" Bulma asked, holding a plate with a white cupcake with vanilla frosting, dyed blue, and rainbow sprinkles—which Bulma just added specially for Miyuki.
Miyuki just stared at the cupcake, unsure before looking back at Trunks.
"Go ahead; it's for you. But before you do…" Trunks told Miyuki, signaling for Bulma to set the plate on the table.
Before Bulma set the cupcake down, Trunks turned Miyuki to face him, standing her on his knees.
"Don't worry; you'll still get the cupcake. I just need to talk to you. I'm not going to sit here and say you're not going to get into any type of trouble as you grow older. But I will say, you're not going to get in trouble for stupid little things that your mother said you deserved to get in trouble for. Nobody here will ever hit or beat you. Yes, if you're naughty, you may get a spanking or something. But I promise you; you'll never EVER have to go through what your mother and her friends put you through ever again. Miss Kurumi and Miss Brook were just trying to help you. Grandma, Grandpa, Aunty Bulla, all our friends, and I—especially I will help and protect you; we will not hurt you. So, when you're ready, we'll all be waiting—waiting for you to talk to us. If you need to say something; say it. If you feel like you need to cry; go ahead and cry. I will be here to listen. Grandma will be here to listen. And I bet if you go to him; even Grandpa will listen. We're all here for you." Trunks sincerely told Miyuki, causing Bulma to become emotional and start crying.
Miyuki was just staring at Trunks as tears slowly started slipping down her cheeks. The only thing she understood was that they weren't going to hurt her—and that she was going to be safe and protected.
"Now, before you have your cupcake; I need to tell you that you can sit like everyone else. You can bend your knees. You've been able to bend them all this time, haven't you? They only hurt a little—not very badly, don't they?" Trunks told Miyuki, lifting her in the air a little.
Staring into Trunks's eyes, Miyuki slowly started bending her knees up, scrunching her face a little for maybe five seconds.
"And straighten them. Good. Bend. Good. Straighten. And Bend again." Trunks instructed until Miyuki was repeatedly doing it on her own—making interesting noises.
"There you go. You can stop now. Now, I'm going to set you back down so you can eat your cupcake. When I do, bend your knees like everyone else who is sitting." Trunks told Miyuki, slowly turning her around.
Once he sat her down, Miyuki had her legs straight out—but slowly put them down like everybody else.
"Here you go." Bulma happily gave Miyuki her cupcake.
"Does she want a for—never mind." Yamcha started to ask but stopped when Miyuki slowly took the cupcake and started eating it—smashing the cupcake in her face, getting frosting all over her face.
"Eh! She's definitely Trunks's kid." Bulma happily stated, taking pictures as Miyuki slowly devoured the cupcake.
"That poor cupcake; it never had a chance." Yamcha stated, watching as Miyuki managed to get frosting not just on her hands and face but also on her ears, Trunks's hands, and a little on his chin from her ears.
"She's my kind of kid." Goku stated, shoving a chocolate cupcake in his mouth.
"I'm back!" Bulla yelled, walking into the backyard with Pan, Marron, and Goten.
"What are you doing back here? I thought you were going shopping; you've only been gone for about half an hour or so." Bulma asked, stunned, looking at her daughter, who was holding a bag.
"Yeah, well, I figured Miyuki might need some things. So, I picked her up some things." Bulla awkwardly answered, handing Trunks a bag of stuff.
"What's all this?" Trunks asked, shocked when he pulled out a small pack of diapers, a pair of pajamas, and a new outfit that consisted of a shirt with a matching skirt and some socks.
"You said that that social worker lady told you she wasn't sure if the clothes Miyuki came with fit or not. You also said there was only a few days of diapers, so I figured she may need some of those as well. Oh, and a pair of pajamas, because I didn't know if she had any of those or not. That's all I had enough for. That stuff was expensive, so I wasn't able to get much." Bulla told Trunks, watching for his reactions to see if he was happy or not.
"I thought you were going for yourself. I mean thank you, but still…" Trunks thanked Bulla, unsure of what to actually say as he looked through the bag.
"You're welcome. And I really am sorry about how I acted earlier." Bulla softly replied, slightly embarrassed.
Trunks sighed, stood up with Miyuki, and hugged Bulla, careful not to squish Miyuki—or get frosting on Bulla.
"Thanks again. Well, we should go get you changed—and I think you need a bath; you're smelly—and covered in frosting and bits of cake." Trunks thanked Bulla again before taking Miyuki inside to get her cleaned and changed.
However, before he did anything with Miyuki, he came back out.
"I thought you were giving Miyuki a bath." Bulma spoke, looking at Trunks.
"I am. I just need to find Bulla for a minute." Trunks calmly replied.
"What did I do this time?" Bulla asked, walking over, confused.
"You bought Miyuki some clothes that fit—and some diapers. You did all that when you didn't have to. So, I want to repay you. No ifs, ands, or buts; I want you to take this and get yourself something nice." Trunks firmly told Bulla, handing her $100—which was fifty more than what she had before.
"Thank you." Bulla thanked, kind of shocked; she didn't think that getting Miyuki things she needed would get her extra money.
"Aww! My babies are getting along!" Bulma happily exclaimed, embarrassing her children.
"Mom!" Trunks and Bulla cried out, red in the face, causing Miyuki to giggle a little.
"Oh, giggle now while you can. Just wait until you're older." Trunks told Miyuki, carrying her inside. He was indicating that he and his parents would probably embarrass her as she got older.
"Bulla, here. Thanks for doing that; that was very responsible and mature of you. I talked to Chi-Chi, Videl, and 18; we've agreed to give you girls and Goten until 9:00 tonight. Go, have fun—and make sure we don't regret this decision." Bulma told Bulla, handing her another $100.
"Thank you!" Bulla happily squealed, hugging Bulma before she and the others headed out.
On the way out, Vegeta stopped them and gave her another $100, not realizing Bulma had already given her $100. But that's a later discussion.
"So… What happened earlier?" Bulma asked Piccolo when Vegeta came back.
"Hmmm?" Piccolo hummed, looking at Bulma.
"When you showed Trunks what happened to Miyuki." Bulma clarified, crossing her arms.
"Oh, yeah—that. I figured as her father he had the right to know." Piccolo said simply.
"Right… What happened to her?" Bulma and Vegeta asked, demanding an answer.
"You don't want to know that." Piccolo sternly replied.
"Oh, yes I do." Bulma argued, standing up.
"No, you really don't." Piccolo firmly stood his ground.
"Don't you dare tell me what I do or don't want to know. You tell me what happened to my granddaughter!" Bulma demanded, going from sweet, friendly, and calm Bulma to mean and scary Bulma in seconds.
Inside:
Trunks had just managed to get Miyuki's clothes off her—which was no easy task. Not only because of the sexual abuse but also because the clothes were too small—and surprisingly tight. Not tight enough to cut off circulation, but tight enough.
In the end, Trunks ended up just cutting Miyuki's clothes from her body—making sure she understood to hold still.
"Do you have to go?" Trunks asked when he noticed Miyuki was standing at the toilet, bouncing a little.
She looked back at him for a split second before turning back to the toilet.
"Ok, come on." Trunks instructed, removing her diaper (which was dirty), and held her over the toilet so she could go.
"How long have you been sitting in a dirty diaper? I could've sworn that Kurumi said you were clean before she left. Well, I suppose it's time we get you cleaned and everything anyway." Trunks asked and then sighed after setting Miyuki on the floor so he could start filling the tub.
"Mmmm…" Miyuki made a noise, trying to hide under her old clothes to keep Trunks from seeing.
"It's ok. I'm not going to hurt you, remember? I promise. And I'm not going to do what your mom let those other men do to you. Ok? I'm just going to get you cleaned. Please?" Trunks asked after explaining, kneeling in front of Miyuki.
It took a few minutes, but Trunks finally convinced Miyuki to let him bathe her.
Trunks was able to get her hair and body cleaned quickly; he had some issues with her face because soap kept getting in her eyes. Trunks would apologize every time, causing Miyuki to stop crying and look at him, confused because she wasn't used to anyone apologizing to her.
The hardest parts to wash were her private part and butt. Still, Trunks managed, using a washcloth—and without looking. He was watching her face in hopes of making her as comfortable as he possibly could. Trunks knew this wasn't easy for her.
'How could they do that to her?' Trunks asked himself after Miyuki took the washcloth and attempted to cover herself as much as she could.
"Are you ready to get out now?" Trunks asked after a minute or two; she nodded her head in response.
"Here we go. You can drop the washcloth in the tub now." Trunks told Miyuki after helping her up and had her wrapped in one of his older, smaller towels from when he was a kid.
Once she dropped the cloth, Trunks lifted her out of the tub set her on the ground.
Now, she was confused—so confused; she started crying.
"Oh, don't cry. What's wrong?" Trunks asked after he pulled the plug from the tub. He mentally smacked himself because she doesn't talk; she hasn't said one word since she's been there.
However, she shocked him—in more than one way when she opened her mouth to say something.
"Wh-why no twuch lwike udders?" Miyuki cried, confused.
Trunks really had to listen and think before he understood what she asked—granted, he didn't have to overthink it.
"Because I'm your daddy, and daddies aren't supposed do that. And you're only two; you shouldn't be touched like that until you're a lot older—like in your thirties." Trunks told Miyuki.
"But all boy do dat. Mommy say so." Miyuki replied, looking at her feet, tears falling freely down her face.
"Well—you're mommy was a bad lady and was wrong—very wrong." Trunks told Miyuki; he wasn't going to sugarcoat her mother around her—not after what he learned. Of course, he wasn't going to swear, yell, or anything like that.
"If your mommy had loved you, she wouldn't have hurt you. And she sure as hell wouldn't have let those other men hurt you either. But now, you're with me. And as I said before: I promise I will never ever hurt you. And I promise I will do my best to protect you. As will the rest of our family; they'll protect you and not hurt you. And I've got a lot of friends; they're all outside right now. None of them will ever hurt you either; they will protect you just like our family. Ok? And if somebody does hurt you again, our family, friends, and I will hurt them back—or at least we'll make sure they can't hurt you ever again. Ok?" Trunks firmly, calmly, and sincerely told Miyuki, who was still in tears.
"…Otay…" Miyuki softly answered through tears, looking up at Trunks.
"Please don't cry. I bet you're so much prettier without the tears and with a happy smile instead. Can I get a smile, please?" Trunks asked, carefully and gently wiping away her tears, realizing he hasn't seen her smile—not once. Sure, he heard her giggle. But he didn't see her smile.
After a few minutes, she gave him a small smile—but it only lasted a few seconds.
"I guess that's better than nothing." Trunks sighed, looking at her before picking her up. He then carefully placed her on the counter—away from the edge.
"What's wrong?" Trunks asked when he saw Miyuki's red face and that she was wiggling around—a lot. Although, he figured it out after a few seconds. He quickly picked her up again, lifted the towel, and held her over the toilet again. This time she had to poop—and go potty.
When she was done, Trunks let her wipe herself before helping her wash her hands. Once all that was taken care of, he set her back on the counter.
"Do you have to go again, or are you good?" Trunks asked, watching her.
"Good." Miyuki softly answered.
"Good." Trunks replied before giving her a quick kiss on her forehead.
"Now—let's see what Aunty Bulla got you." Trunks suggested, looking through the bag.
He pulled out the diapers first; they fit her perfectly—and were a butterfly design.
Trunks had to get a different towel to lay on the floor before carefully placing her on it so he could get her diaper on.
Her pajamas were next: they were light blue frilly shorts with a matching shirt decorated with a rainbow. They were a little big on her, but they stayed on well enough.
"Will you let me brush your hair?" Trunks asked, setting her on the toilet seat after shutting it.
Miyuki didn't reply; she just patiently sat there, allowing him to brush her hair—which was slightly longer down than in pigtails with buns. Her hair was also somewhat wavy.
She had a few snarls, but she was very well-behaved and held still for him while he brushed them out.
"There we go." Trunks informed Miyuki with a smile, watching her.
"Do you want to go back outside now? I think Grandpa is going to start a bonfire and then Grandma is going to set off some fireworks." Trunks asked Miyuki before thinking about how she may not like fireworks because of the noise.
Miyuki just gave a small smile as she lifted her arms in the air and started clenching and unclenching her little hands.
Trunks smiled as he picked her up and carried her outside. Well, he made it to the kitchen before he heard arguing coming from outside—coming from Piccolo and—his mother.
"What's going on now?" Trunks asked himself, sighing and shaking his head.
"Know no." Miyuki softly spoke, shrugging her shoulders a little.
"I don't know either. Should we go see what's going on?" Trunks told Miyuki, shifting her a little before asking her.
Miyuki didn't reply; she just leaned against him.
"Ok… Miyuki is coming back out now!" Trunks sighed before letting everyone know from the backdoor. He then walked outside with Miyuki, clinging to him.
"Aww! Aren't those just the cutest pajamas ever!?" Bulma squealed when she saw Miyuki.
"Haha. Nice try, Mom. What's going on out here?" Trunks stopped his mother before asking, looking from her to Piccolo.
"She wants to know what we saw when I showed you Miyuki's memories." Piccolo stoically answered.
"Oh, Mom—you really don't want to know." Trunks numbly told Bulma, watching her.
"That's what I said." Piccolo huffed.
"Damnit… Will everyone stop saying that? I want to know what happened to my granddaughter, so I can try to help her!" Bulma demanded, beyond annoyed.
"Mom, please calm down; you're scaring Miyuki. I will tell you what happened. But I'm telling you right now: you're going to wish I hadn't." Trunks gave in, finding a spot to sit.
"Try me." Bulma challenged, believing nothing could shock her anymore.
"Ok… But I'm just going to list them off; it's easier that way." Trunks sighed, getting Miyuki to lean her head against his shoulder again.
Daisy…
· Beat Miyuki
· Gave Miyuki bruises & welts the size of golf balls
· Let her boyfriend beat Miyuki
· Let her boyfriend & his friends do as they pleased to Miyuki
· Let random men do as they pleased to Miyuki
· Locked Miyuki in a closet & tortured her
· Didn't feed Miyuki much—just the bare minimum: bread & water here & there (if she was lucky)
· Had Miyuki watch her eat a hot meal while she got nothing
· Would hang Miyuki by her arms for long periods
· Kept Miyuki in the same clothes for days on end
· Smacked Miyuki so hard that gave her a black and blue eye and split lip
· Nearly drowned Miyuki in a lake
· Made Miyuki sleep on the cold concrete floor in a room with broken windows
· Broken several of Miyuki bones
· Choked Miyuki so hard that now she has to use an inhaler
"So, you can imagine how hard it was for me to give her a bath. But anyway, there you go. Are you happy now? That's what happened to her. Or rather, that's all I seen happen to her. As far as I know, more could've happened." Trunks told everyone, shocking them all to the core.
"How could someone do that to a child?" Bulma cried; she was very distraught.
"That bitch is so lucky she's dead right now." Vegeta angrily growled, ready to punch something.
"We told you, you didn't want to hear this." Trunks sighed, holding Miyuki—who was reaching for Bulma.
"Ok, hold on. Mom, Miyuki wants you." Trunks told Miyuki and then his mother after walking over to her.
Miyuki tugged at Bulma's shirt sleeve until Bulma took her.
"Hey, the—" Bulma started but suddenly stopped when Miyuki placed her hand on her cheek.
After a few seconds, a soft pink and blue light lit up around Miyuki's hand and Bulma's cheek. As quickly as the light appeared, it faded just as quickly.
Once it faded, Bulma stopped crying and seemed to have calmed down tremendously.
"What was that?" Yamcha asked, immediately standing up, becoming uptight.
"Heh." Tien chuckled with a smile.
"What? What did she do?" Yamcha asked, panicked. If you couldn't tell, he was still hung up over Bulma.
"Relax; she didn't do anything bad. She has the ability to calm people down by touch. I've only heard stories of certain species who can do it; I've never met or seen anyone who was able to do it. Up until now, I was always told that every one of those species were extinct. Not only that, but most of those species generally have other unique abilities as well. Miyuki, being half Nekodian and half Saiyan; she's going to be one unique and special little girl that many will come for." Tien explained, watching Miyuki with a worried expression.
"Well, I'm certainly not going to let anyone take her." Trunks determinedly declared, watching Miyuki and his mother.
"None of us will." Vegeta and Goku agreed with just as much determination.
"And of course, she's going to be unique and special; she's of my bloodline!" Vegeta declared with a confident smile.
"Oh, Vegeta—can we not do that right now? I mean, look at her: she's such a little cutie; I don't think she'll end up being a fighter. You know what we're going to do tomorrow, Trunks? We're going to take Miyuki shopping and get her new clothes, toys, own crib/bed, blankets, pillows, and just about everything she needs or wants!" Bulma happily told Trunks, absolutely doting on Miyuki—after telling Vegeta.
"Well, that's good. Add a highchair—maybe a booster seat, car seat, and a toilet her size to the list. She's going to need all that." Trunks agreed with his mother, adding some more things he thought would be needed.
"There's no need to go out and buy her a toilet; I still have Bulla's. I also still have her old car seats—all of them; Miyuki should be able fit into one of her earlier ones. I'll just dig them out tomorrow and everything. And tomorrow, we'll clean out one of the spare rooms for her—unless you plan on moving out. You're not planning on moving out any time soon, are you?" Bulma let Trunks know before asking, using a tone that said, "you had better not be planning on moving out."
"I'm sure we'll move eventually. But for now, I was hoping to stay until I got the hang of being a father. I may know some things, but I'm sure I'll still need help with some things as well." Trunks answered, watching Bulma. Trunks wasn't stupid—nor did he have a death wish; he knew better than to argue with his mother.
"Good. Now, take Miyuki; I think she wants you." Bulma happily replied before handing Trunks his daughter.
"Vegeta, start the fire. This is going to be our first bonfire with Miyuki; I want her awake for it." Bulma, back to her happy self, ordered Vegeta when Miyuki started rubbing her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah… I'm on it." Vegeta mumbled, going to start the fire—with Goku.
Five Minutes Later:
"Little Miyuki! Watch this!" Goku called, waving at Miyuki with a big stupid smile.
"Just wait a minute, please!" Trunks called to his dad and Goku.
"Huh?" Miyuki asked, confused, tilting her head back to look at Trunks.
"Just remember this: I, nor none of the others are going to throw you into the fire. It's just something to do with family and friends. There's no need to worry. Ok?" Trunks calmly told Miyuki before Vegeta or Goku started the fire.
Miyuki nodded her head—and somehow, her entire body moved in Trunks's arms as well.
"Go 'head! We're ready!" Trunks called back, only to receive a thumbs up from Goku before he and Vegeta started up the fire.
"Huh!" Miyuki gasped, jerking her body against Trunks—but she did not scream or cry. In fact, she settled into Trunks's arms and watched the fire, watching stray embers float here and there.
"We're going to move closer, ok? You tell me when you don't want to go any further." Trunks calmly told Miyuki; she just nodded her head in response.
Ten Steps Later:
"She made it further than I thought she would." Trunks stated, watching the fire as Bulma brought over a rocking camp chair for Trunks; Vegeta brought a chair over for Bulma and himself—should he decide to sit.
"I'm going to head out for the night. I'm going to see if I can get a hold of Martin—even if it's only for a few minutes." Veah told Bulma and Trunks.
"Ok. Thanks for coming. Don't be a stranger." Bulma told Veah, quickly hugging her.
"Thanks for inviting me. Bye, Miyuki; it was very nice to meet you. You have a fantastic daddy—and an even better family. You have a beautiful daughter, Trunks." Veah replied, telling Miyuki and Trunks before leaving.
"I know you've already made your decision—and I couldn't be any prouder of you. But are you ready for this? Not that you have a choice anymore." Bulma told Trunks with a smile, watching as he kissed the top of Miyuki's head before pulling her up a little.
Miyuki was intently watching the fire with her thumb in her mouth, slowly fading in and out.
"I know I'm young—and she shouldn't be here at least for another few years. But she is here now. And as you said, now that I've made my decision, I have no choice. I'll tell you what I told the others: she's my daughter and while I've only had and known her for a few hours, I already love her more than anything. I feel as if she's my entire world. Yes, I'm ready—I have to be for her. Yes, I'm scared—downright terrified. But I know I have you and Dad for help. I'm pretty sure I'll have Bulla's help here and there as well. And if none of you approved, I'd figure it out somehow." Trunks answered his mother's question, causing her to smile even more.
"I'm so proud of you. And I know exactly how you feel: you, Bulla, and your father are my world. And now I add Miyuki to that list. She's so damn adorable; I just love her little ears." Bulma happily informed Trunks.
"Mmm… Mmm… Mmm… Mmm!" Miyuki stretched and yawned, making a noise as she did so.
"Her legs and knees may be fine, but I think we're still going to have to do her therapy exercises." Trunks stated with a sigh, turning Miyuki over so she could lean against him.
"The poor thing." Bulma sighed, watching Miyuki cling to Trunks.
Miyuki's hips were noticeably weaker because she couldn't turn over; she tried but couldn't figure it out. She held onto Trunks's knee so she wouldn't fall over, but she just couldn't do it—and she was starting to get frustrated.
Forty Minutes Later:
8:48 PM:
Miyuki was out like a light, laying her head against Trunks's shoulder, steadily rubbing her face against him.
Bulla, Pan, Marron, and Goten just returned with several bags—and Goten was only holding two. Oh, happy day.
"Oh, good; you're just in time for curfew." Bulma announced with a smile.
"Are we still doing fireworks?" Bulla asked, noticing the fireworks weren't set up.
"Not tonight. It's been such a long day that I haven't really had time to get everything. And Miyuki just fell asleep." Bulma calmly answered her daughter.
"Not to mention; we don't know how she'd react to fireworks—with how loud they are and everything." Trunks added.
"Oh, I see. Oh, well—just means I can go to my room. What's she doing?" Bulla responded before asking, watching Miyuki as Trunks stood up.
"She's sleeping and most likely trying to find a comfy spot. You and your brother used to do that all the time. Well, more your brother than you; you used to fuss until you passed out. And somehow, you both ended up half on the bed and half off." Bulma answered Bulla.
"I'm going to bed; we'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, everyone." Trunks told everyone, going to hug his parents and Bulla.
"Ok. See you tomorrow." Bulma and Bulla replied while Vegeta waved.
"See you 'round!" Everyone else called as Trunks went inside with Miyuki, grabbing her teddy bear on the way.
"Well, seeing you don't have your own bed or anything, we'll just have to share for the time being." Trunks stated, talking more to himself than Miyuki, gently placing her by the wall in his bed, careful not to wake her.
Once he got her situated, he went to the bathroom to get changed into sleep pants and a shirt. He somehow felt awkward changing with her in his room.
When he came back, Trunks leaned against his door and smiled:
Miyuki was sprawled out on her back, arms spread above her head, one leg straight out and the other bent up and inwards.
"Well—this is definitely a birthday to remember for the rest of my life. It's also the best birthdays I've ever had. And Miyuki is by far, the best birthday present I've ever received." Trunks told himself, carefully moving Miyuki back over to the wall.
"Oh, and I better get rid of this." Trunks mumbled, removing Miyuki's tail without waking her before covering her with his blanket.
After he discarded her tail, Trunks climbed into bed, covered with a separate blanket, and watched Miyuki for a few minutes before falling asleep himself.
"Goodnight, my little princess." Trunks told Miyuki before passing out for the night.
Two Hours Later:
"Well, that was a hectic day." Bulma sighed, putting food in the fridge.
"Yes, but it was a good day none the less; we got a very special grandchild." Vegeta stated, walking up behind Bulma, and held onto her.
"Yes; I'm so happy we got her. I just wish he had her from birth—or at least as a baby. She wouldn't have had to deal with all that abuse or neglect." Bulma sadly replied.
"Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do about that now. At least she's here now." Vegeta calmly told his wife just before he started kissing and sucking at her neck.
"Vegeta—I know how you feel about Goku. But he is our friend. And Miyuki is so small and frail; I don't think she'll ever be a fighter. Can't you just be happy that we have a grandchild?" Bulma softly asked, pleading with Vegeta as she leaned into his embrace.
"Woman—I am happy that Miyuki's here and that she's in our lives; I'm even happier that she's even alive with what she went through. And those men had better hope I don't find out who they are. Just so you know; I'm happy and love Miyuki just the way she is—for who she is." Vegeta sincerely yet firmly told Bulma before kissing her.
"You've changed, Vegeta; I like it. I mean, I love how you love competition as well. But when it comes to the kids—I love how you are now." Bulma sincerely told Vegeta, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he held onto her.
"Well, then… I hope you like how I am when it comes to sex. Because woman, that's never going to change." Vegeta declared, pushing his hips into hers, causing her to moan. Once again, he started kissing her neck while pushing up her breasts.
"Get a room." Bulla gagged, walking past, grossed-out; she somewhat ruined the mood as Vegeta set Bulma down.
"Go to bed! Don't you have school tomorrow?" Vegeta inquired, annoyed.
"Yeah, yeah; goodnight. Love you both. And no: tomorrow's Sunday!" Bulla called, walking to her room.
"Love you too." Bulma responded with a smile while Vegeta fumed.
"Come on, dear. Let's go to bed; I bet I can get you going again." Bulma coyly coerced Vegeta, taking his hand and led him to their room for the night—after locking all the doors. They had a new little girl in the house, after all…