Where are all the faithful reviewers from the first story? I thought I would have more than 2 reviews by now. I mean, I'm not saying that I should have a whole ton, but I was at least expecting four or five ya know. I'm a little disappointed in myself now. I feel that my writing has let me down. If I have succeeded in making you feel pity for me, you should review, if not, continue. You who have refused to pity me tremble at my wrath grr. Pretty wrathful, isn't it? Scared the hell outa me anyway. Starting after this chapter I will not update until I feel that a reasonable amount of reviews have come in. So review or it will never be updated. HA! Now I know you're scared. Oh my god, that sounded so mean. I'm sorry. I'm going through…uh…uh…puberty. Yeah, that's it. This is all a part of puberty. I'm not mean. Don't hate me. PLEASE. Oh, and even though I'm not mean everything I said earlier still applies so there.
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Addition
Nobody's P.O.V. (Yes, he's still stalking them and he is actually named nobody)
"AHHHHHHHHHH," came the girlish scream of a tall, raven-haired, recently wedded Goten. "Trunks, do you really mean it? We can finally get one. I've heard that they can be so adorable. They're like little walking, talking, easily influenced dogs. I can't wait to get one and show it off to everybody. They think that theirs are so special. Well, just wait 'til they see mine."
"Goten, you're acting like their just going to be some toy that you don't have to take care of. Adopting a child is the hugest responsibility we can ever take on. We have to be parents, not owners, but yes, I do mean it Goten. I was thinking we could go to the adoption agency this afternoon. How does that sound?" responded the raven-haired man's husband, Trunks.
"Oh, it sounds wonderful, Trunks. I can't believe that we're going to be parents. Uh-huh, oh yeah, alright, ooh, ahh, boomshacalaca boomshacalaca, ching ching ching ching ching. Trunks let's break out into spontaneous song and dance, okay."
"How about not? I've got to go to work, and you are supposed to be at your job in five minutes ago."
"Crap, you're right. Guess I'd better fly."
"I'm always right, Goten. Hey, where are you going? Don't I get a kiss good-bye?"
"Eeeewwwww, kiss you. Where do you get these sick ideas?" he asked sarcastically before giving Trunks a quick peck and flying off at top speed.
Where does he get off being so cute? If it weren't for him, I'd be on time this morning. Talking of adoption and knowing it'll cause me to be late. We've been together for a whole year now, though it doesn't feel nearly that long. After we'd gotten married I had become a professor at a local college. It wasn't too big, but it had a good reputation. Unfortunately, I didn't. Not because I was a bad teacher, no, but because I was a hard teacher. I was teaching one of the hardest subjects and I pushed them to the limits. Calculus with Professor Son, accordingly, became a great ordeal for many of the students. They liked me enough as a person to not skip classes, but I'm sure that they all hated the class itself. We were approaching the end of the year and today, we started work on a completely new topic. All year, we had worked on the same subject learning more and more about it, and I'm sure that is what they were expecting to happen today. Oh how wrong they were. They would find out soon enough though. I entered the class several minutes late and I said to them, "Sorry that I'm late class, I got caught up at home, but that just means I'll have to work all the harder today and you all need to focus. Now, I realize that we have been focusing on the different aspects of the derivative for a large portion of the year, but today we start a new subject, the definite integral. Don't get your hopes up for an easy finish though. This is the hardest part of the entire course. If it helps, we will be relating this to the derivative, and since you know all about that, this should be a little easier right? Now let's get to work."
And so the day went on, each of my two classes groaning in annoyance at regular intervals. It was quite understandable. This was a difficult subject, and I expected them to catch on right away for the most part. For the majority of the class I give them a lecture with sample problems mixed in. Then, I give them a worksheet during the last twenty minutes of class. I usually have their homework written on the board, but today I was late so I had to shout it out at the end of class. I flew home slowly and tiredly, hoping trunks would be there early but knowing he wasn't. It had been a really long day of confusing questions and horribly misguided answers from my students and me having to answer and correct every one of them. Now I had to go home and grade what were bound to be some terrible worksheets. On the bright side though, I could become a father this very afternoon, although Trunks said it would probably not happen today, I just had this feeling, like something special was going to happen. Maybe people were going to get A's on the worksheet, but I severely doubted that. It was going to be about our new child, I just knew it. We were adopting today.
'I can't believe it. I'm going to be a mother, I mean the father. Damn, I've got to stop being the woman in the relationship. This is the happiest day of my life.'
I arrived at the front door of our house and pulled out my key, only to have the door opened by my koi. He was so handsome and he was so early. Something was up, that motherly, I mean fatherly instinct kicking in. Even when he was home early, it was at least an hour later than this. Something was up and for once he was clueless as to what it was.
"Why are you home so early? I asked my husband with an interrogative, suspicious voice.
"What, I can't surprise you and be home early?" he responded in an 'I hope he doesn't figure it out' tone along with the 'I'll just try covering up that last tone with an I'm purely innocent tone' tone.
"No, you can't. You're never home this early. You weren't even home this early on our anniversary, so something is most definitely up."
"I just wanted to spend a little quality time with the man I love. Is that a problem?"
"Yes, it is. Your job at Capsule Corp. is a close second to me on your list of things you love. I know I've read it. Why do you write stuff like that down anyways?"
"I get bored."
"Oh, so now I'm boring, am I? Well, I'll show you?"
"Goten, show me later. Right now, we have somewhere to be, and I never said you were boring."
"So I was right?"
"No, you were wrong. You are not boring in the slightest."
"Not about that, about you coming home early. We're not going to the adoption place 'til later this afternoon, so where are you taking me."
"Well, I decided that we'd go to this other adoption place first because they have a lot of children who were abused when they were younger and I want to bring some good into their lives."
"Aww, Trunks, that's so sweet. Now stop talking and get your shoes on. We have no time to waste."
Nobody's P.O.V.
The pair headed off in the direction of the 'home' as it may be called, willing to adopt any child that needed their help. When they arrived, they got to watch the orphans running around, playing. It was such an adorable sight. Then, while watching them and figuring out what t hey were like, the pair saw two children that looked quite similar to one another, sitting in a corner and looking quite scared, one a little boy, the other a girl of about the same age. Goten walked over to the two as Trunks continued to scout out the rest. When he arrived they looked up at him with their frightened little faces.
The boy had white hair and these beautiful gray eyes that could capture anyone in their gaze. His face looked thin, gaunt even, though you could tell he had been worse and was recovering. He was wearing all black, but he didn't appear 'dark. He even had a black headband on. His eyes, however, always drew you back in, no matter where you looked. They had the innocence of a child and yet the wisdom of far too many years beyond his age, as though he had been exposed to truths he should not yet know. The little girl beside him had short brown hair with dazzling blue eyes, not like the eyes that, what Goten could only assume, her brother had but beautiful; nonetheless. She was wearing mostly red including the bandana atop her head. She seemed not to have been exposed to any of the same things that her brother had, whether they be physical or otherwise, as though he had protected her. Finally, Goten spoke words with his gentle nurturing voice.
"Hi. How are you today?"
"Good," the little boy replied hesitantly.
"Me, too. I suppose you know why I'm here don't you? Do a lot of people come here?" I asked receiving a nod to either one or both of my questions. "Well, I was wondering which of all these wonderful children I should take home today and I was hoping that maybe you could give me some advice. Can you tell me what all these children are like and help me get to know them better?"
"I suppose," the little boy responded, apparently easing his tension due to Goten's kind voice. He could be no older than eight so it was understandable that he would be a little nervous when an adult just sat down next to him and started talking. "Well, little Jimmy over there is usually nice but when he loses his temper you'd better watch out. Then there's Cindy and she's sweet, shy, and giving. I haven't really seen her do anything bad at all. She's like an angel. Tommy, well you don't want to mess with him. He's a tough kid. Oh and Eddy's cool but you should learn ping-pong before you adopt him. Then there's Jessica and she can be pretty feisty. Oh and--"
"And what about you? You seem like a very nice child. Tell me about yourself."
"Afraid I can't, sir. I would be biased then, wouldn't I?"
"Well then, I guess I'll have to go by my own opinions. What would you say if I wanted to adopt you and your lovely little sister?"
"I suppose I would say that I'm very happy it's you. You seem very nice, sir, and I'm glad that you would take my sister, too, but if she's just coming because of me--"
"Don't even think that way. She's coming because I would love to adopt both of you. How old are you two?"
"We're both eight years old. We're twins you see. My name is Landon and hers is Britany."
"Hello there Britany. You've been awfully quiet over there. Are you shy?" I asked with a simple nod as my answer. "Now, how about I go get those adoption papers and we get out of here. Oh, and there's someone I'd like you to meet. I'm sure that you're going to love him and vise versa. I'm so glad that I found you two. You are the two most wonderful children I could have ever hoped to find. Now, let's get a move on. I don't want to miss a second of quality time with you. Children, I want you to know something. I love you two with all my heart as if I was your mother. Now, let's go become a family."
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Trunks: So, when they realize that they have two fathers, how are they going to react?
Goten: They won't care in the slightest. There such sweet little children. Now I must return to my knitting.
Trunks: KNITTING. Goten, are you high?
Goten: Well, I suppose you could view it that way. We are at an elevation of 4½ miles above sea level.
Trunks: OI VAI! Goten you could be my grandmother for all I know. You bake cherry pies and knit for hobbies and you're completely oblivious to everything that I say and what it means.
Goten: You know, Trunks, sometimes I wonder?
Trunks: Goten, I love you. I'm sorry. Don't leave me! I'm nothing without you!
Goten: Huh? Oh, yeah, whatever, but is Santa Claus real or not because I heard my mom say something and-
Trunks: I love you.
Goten: Yeah, I love me too.
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