It's been like forever, hasn't it, but that's okay because I warned you and if you missed the memo, too bad. I was at my grandparents for the last two weeks, but now I'm back home. See, they don't even have a computer, little own the internet so it would be kinda hard to update, but now I've got to go to band camp. That's a pain in the ass considering that this is all just a huge review for me. Okay, back on track now, I was looking for my story the way that I would look for any other story, as in one that's not mine, and I noticed that it's really hard to find my stuff, at least for me so I'll be a little easier on the updates now. (sigh). It hurts to know that I said all those awful things to you guys when half of you probably haven't found it yet. So last time where did we leave off… ah yes, the children. Now a lot of you are probably wondering why they adopted when I told you there was going to be male pregnancy.

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. If I did, then things would be, well, different, now wouldn't they?

First Day

Nobody's P.O.V.

"Children, I'd like you to meet your father, Trunks," said Goten in a mock royal kind of way that he often used when introducing his Saijyn prince.

"Wait, I thought you were gonna be our dad Mr. Goten, sir," replied the young Landon before Trunks could greet them.

"I am and you don't have to call me anything except dad or daddy or whatever you like," Goten countered.

"But you can't both be our dad at the same time. I mean, where's our mom? Do we have two of them as well?"

"Actually, you don't have a mom, at least, you won't. You see, Trunks and I are married. You'll just have an extra dad and no mom."

"Oh, so you guys are gay. Why didn't you say so before? This was very confusing until then."

"So that doesn't bother either of you? I mean, you're okay with it, right? I wouldn't want you two to be uncomfortable in our home."

"Oh no, it's cool, you were just confusing me to no end, right Britany?" as she nodded quickly, showing she was still nervous.

They all entered the car and Goten was quick to talk about the home life of the two families and asking questions of the children to tell about themselves for a good half an hour of the way home (they live 45 minutes away), however, the conversation died down after a while leaving a mildly uncomfortable silence until a soft voice that had until this point been unheard broke it, "Daddy" the voice said.

"Yes," the two new parents responded to the young girl.

"Trunks, I'm daddy," Goten scolded the older man.

"I beg to differ-" Trunks began before he was cut off by Goten.

"Well, beggars can't be choosers, can they?" was Goten's sly response. "How about we just clear this up now. Guys, who's gonna be daddy?"

"You are daddy," came Britany's happy reply. She was talking, so Goten figured he was making them feel comfortable with the talks they had been having.

"Well, that clears that up, doesn't it Trunks. Speaking of which, what are we gonna call this beautiful man over here?"

"Papa," Britany was again quick to respond.

"Well, you heard her Papa. The verdict is in and I am daddy. Now what did you want earlier Britany?"

"Oh yeah, I had to go to the bathroom but it's okay now. I don't have to go anymore."

They arrived home soon after the 'accident' and got her cleaned up, soon following with a barrage of phone calls to the family, informing them of their new additions. Of course everyone thought that it was just awesome except Vegeta who oddly enough responded with, "Why'd you do it that way. Haven't you ever heard of natural reproduction?" Of course the two ignored him, assuming that he was drunk or something. Bulma 'offered' to throw a party and invite everyone to meet the children a few months later, even though she practically demanded permission. They eagerly agreed of course and that was that. Following these events Goten cooked up some wonderfully tender and juicy steaks with regards to each person's personal preferences. That's when he saw it, a quick little swish at Britany's tail bone. Was that a, no impossible, wasn't it?

"Britany, come here for a second, please."

She slowly meandered over to her new father from her other father who had been talking avidly with the two of them. "Yes, Daddy?"

"Turn around for a second," he said suspiciously as she turned her back to him. 'There,' he thought as he quickly shot his hand down and grabbed what was wrapped around the small girl's waist causing her to collapse to the ground in pain. "Trunks come here, quickly." He rushed over seeing Britany on the ground seemingly in pain, but soon something else caught his eye.

"Is that a…a…a-

"A tail, yes."

"So what? I have one too. You got a problem with that then we'll leave but just remember that we accepted that you were gay."

"Actually, just the opposite. We sorta know what these-

"Goten let go of her or you're gonna kill the poor girl!"

"Oh, right, sorry," he said with the famous Son grin plastered across his face. But instead of just letting go, he grabbed the tail harder and yanked it off of her causing her to make a high-pitched squeal and run up to her room crying in agony.

"GOTEN!" Trunks all but screamed. "What did you go and do that for?"

"Well, I figure that it's best to get them off now while they're not expecting it," he stated simply while unknowingly to anyone else reached over and grabbed Landon's tail as well, yanking it off as he had Britany's.

"What's wrong… with us having… tails?" Landon asked between his terrible sobs.

"Go calm down first. Then we'll tell you, alright. Just know that it's for the best."

Although still skeptical, he went up to his room, across the hall from Britany's, and cried his lungs out. The house was filled with these sounds for a while until Landon could be heard gently nudging his frightened sister downstairs.

"Trunks, let's go up there. She's too frightened to come down here."

"Alright, but how do we explain the whole Saijyn thing?"

"Don't worry. I'll do most of the talking."

The couple climbed the steps and entered Britany's room where both children currently were.

"I know that that hurt a lot, but I have to explain something to you. Your father and I had tails when we were younger too, just like yours. This may not seem right, but you're… well…aliens. You see the Saijyn race, that's what we are, was an alien race, evil in its causes. Saijyns are naturally powerful warriors and seek to take over the entire universe, or at least they used to. One day, an evil dictator called Frieza destroyed the entire population, save five. One of them died of natural causes and two others were killed by your grandfathers and that green guy I was telling you about earlier. Your grandfathers were the last two Saijyns and are both good. Then there's me, your other dad, your uncle Gohan, and your aunt Bra. We're all demi-Saijyns. Finally, there's your cousin Pan and she's a quarter Saijyn. I don't know how much Saijyn blood runs through you, but what really troubles me is your hair color. Neither of you have black hair and every Saijyn except your father here has purple hair except Trunks but that's because of his mother's hair. Now, back to your tails. Whenever a Saijyn looks up at a full moon while they have a tail they turn into gargantuan monkeys that destroy everything in their path, friend or foe. They lose all control basically. So that's why I did what I did, okay. How about we leave you two alone to go over everything I just said, alright. We'll be downstairs if you need us. We love you."

"Trunks, I said I'll do most of the talking, not all of it," Goten complained after they were out of earshot.

"Well, you were just doing so well," he said, trying to work his way out of it.

"I just hope that they understand. We've only had them for a day and-

"Goten! The steak!"

"Oh, crap!"

Trunks: You sounded so informed Goten. Who told you all this stuff?

Goten: My dad and Gohan. My dad talked to Vegeta a lot about it. I think that's about the only time they ever got on well with each other.

Kaiser: I knows lotsses too ya know?

Trunks: Everything but the Englkish language.

Kaiser: Yes, and you're so much better. Pah. Englkish. I laugh at you're idiocy.

Goten: You know which number I like. 7.

Kaiser: I love that number. Let's be friends.

Goten: Well, I suppose you're acceptable.

Kaiser: I'm acceptable. I'm acceptable. You're so nice.

Goten: I like unicorns too

Guess what! I'm a sophomore next week. That means I'm not a freshy, I just get to make fun of them. Guess what! Band camp sucks and it always will so bite my shiny metal thingamajig that I have in my room somewhere that's metal. Now that's redundant redundancy.