Five Hours Later:
"Ok, we're back. How is she doing?" Bulma asked, looking at Trunks.
"She's sleeping; it's been a long day..." Trunks sighed as he held Peach's hand.
"We couldn't figure anything out. By the time we'd be able get her a green card, she'd be gone." Bulma sadly said; she knew how much Peach meant to her son.
"Ma, it's fine; I've got it taken care of." Trunks calmly said.
"What does that mean?" Bulma curiously asked.
"Please don't kill me… She got out of surgery about four hours—or so ago. After she came to, I explained to her what was going on; she was confused and scared. I told her you were going out to find some way to help her stay; however, I didn't figure you'd figure anything out in time. She gets released tomorrow—and that's when Immigration would've come to get her. She started crying, saying she didn't want to be taken away. She asked if there was anything she could do—she would do anything. So—I asked her to marry me. She asked if I was serious. I told her I was. She cried even more before saying yes. We got married about an hour and a half ago." Trunks explained.
"Why didn't you tell me any of this?! I could've had things planned!" Bulma exclaimed, ready to explode.
"Mom—this was an emergency. Peach is important to me; I had to get this done right away. I found the priest in the church part of the hospital and had it done. At the moment, I had to give her my school ring until I can go get a proper one; this is just a temporary ring, as I wasn't going to leave her here alone. I promise you, we can have a large party or whatever, once she's one hundred percent. We can even renew our vows in a few years so that we can do another party. Ok? I wasn't going to lose her because of some stupid—whatever; I'm not going to lose her." Trunks said seriously.
"Very well said." A man said, walking into the room.
"Who are you?" Vegeta asked, annoyed.
"My name is Mr. Shoo—I will be Mr. and Mrs. Briefs Immigration counselor. You will also be visited by an agent to make sure this is all legit—and that you're not just doing this so that she can stay here and live elsewhere—or with someone else. However, that shouldn't be a problem, seeing as it really does seem like you love her. Though, the question remains: does she feel the same? The agent will ask you all the necessary questions—separately—and go from there. Is all that understood?" This Mr. Shoo calmly but sternly explained before asking.
"Yes, I understand." Trunks answered.
"No, no, no! How can you just allow this?! They just got married a few hours ago! And it's only so that she can stay here, instead of being sent back to wherever it is she came from!" Some man furiously yelled.
"Now, Mr. Tuttle, relax. That's what surprise visits and interviews are for. No, that does not mean you can watch their every waking move. For all we know, they could truly be in love. We won't know until my agent conducts all the interviews and such." Mr. Shoo calmly said.
"Oh yes, I will." This Mr. Tuttle said, glaring at Trunks and Peach.
"No, you won't; I already have an agent assigned to them. I just need to find out their races and addresses." Mr. Shoo calmly said.
"What the—why can't I conduct the interviews? I'm the one who figured them out!" Mr. Tuttle yelled, offended.
"That's exactly why you can't conduct the interviews: you found them. And you're too emotionally against any of this working—even if they aren't faking anything; you want her gone. They are legally married. Unless there's something illegal going on, you can't do anything. Honestly, I don't trust you not to mess things up. Now, to you two—Trunks and Peach Briefs, correct?" Mr. Shoo explained to Mr. Tuttle and then asked Trunks.
"Yes, that's correct. I'm nineteen but will be twenty in November. On my dad's side, I'm Saiyan; however, both parents are now Saiyans. Originally, my mom was human, making me half-Saiyan and half-Human. Something happened, and my entire family—and our family friend and their family are now full Saiyans. My parents are married—and have been for the past almost twelve years. At the current moment, we live with my parents and younger sister at home. However, once I can, I will buy or rent a house for Peach and myself. Peach just turned seventeen last month ago; she is a full Nekodian on both parents' sides. Both her parents have passed away. Both the planet she was born on and the one she was raised on were destroyed. Yes, I've only known her for about three months and a week and a half—but I know I love her. If I didn't, I'm not sure I would've marked her as mine." Trunks calmly and quickly replied.
"Marked her as your own? What does that mean?" Mr. Shoo asked, writing everything down.
"It's both a Saiyan and Nekodian thing; we mark the one person we're meant to be with for the rest of our lives. Ultimately, it's a jacked-up version of what you call marriage; she can't be with any other man except for my son. And apparently, he can't be with any other girl, except for her." Vegeta seriously explained, huffing in annoyance.
"Really now. You're a legal citizen here?" Mr. Shoo asked, looking at Trunks.
"Yes, I was born here—in this hospital." Trunks honestly answered.
"Mr. Tuttle—you didn't mention any of that when you called me." Mr. Shoo said, looking at Mr. Tuttle.
"It shouldn't matter; they weren't married! She's not legal here! And neither he, nor his family should be either!" Mr. Tuttle furiously yelled.
"She is legal here; she and Mr. Briefs are married. Also, Saiyans are legal citizens here; they have been for the last five years—along with a few other species. While Nekodians are not legal citizens on their own—she is married to a legal citizen here. Not to mention, he said he marked her. I don't know much about Saiyans. However, what I do know, is that they cannot be taken away from their mate once they're marked. Now, if I could just see the mark to make sure it's legit." Mr. Shoo calmly said, walking over to Peach.
"Just deport them both then!" Mr. Tuttle yelled, completely losing his shit.
"You know we can't do that; Mr. Briefs is a born and raised citizen. Trunks, if you'd please." Mr. Shoo calmly said as he had Trunks show him the mark he made.
After a few minutes of inspecting the mark, Mr. Tuttle started becoming impatient.
"Well? It's fake, right?" Mr. Tuttle asked, annoyed.
"No—it's very real. Did she mark you as well?" Mr. Shoo asked, noticing somewhat of a redness on Trunks's shoulder area.
"Yeah." Trunks said, looking at his shoulder, pulling the sleeve down a little.
"Hmmm—this mark is also legitimate. But you seem a bit confused as to why she marked you. Were you not expecting that?" Mr. Shoo calmly asked.
"Were you expecting to also be in relationships with other women?" Mr. Tuttle asked, starting to piss Trunks off.
"No, I was not expecting her to mark me as well. Normally, females cannot mark male Saiyans. To answer your question, Mr. Tuttle: no, I was not expecting to be able to have relationships with other women. I only love Peach. True, I've only known her for a few months—I knew right away that she was the one. I'm going to assume you've looked or are going to look into my past and such. Let me save you some trouble: I've only dated two girls before Peach; their names were Ocean and Mai. I dated Ocean for five months back when I was fourteen. And I dated Mai for about two years from seventeen until shortly after I turned nineteen—after I caught her cheating on me. Ocean was my first girlfriend and was just that: my first girlfriend. Mai was, I guess serious. But I knew a little ways in that she wasn't the one. I didn't feel like how I do with Peach when I was with them. I'm not a hundred percent sure if Peach dated anyone before me. But I do know for certain, that she feels for me how I feel for her." Trunks said, very serious.
"Ok. Well, I think we're done here." Mr. Shoo calmly but sternly said with a smile.
"Wh-what? What do you mean we're done here? What about the investigation and such?" Mr. Tuttle asked, freaking out.
"There's no need for one. He marked her and she marked him; those marks can't be faked. Their marriage isn't a scam. Now, if I find out that you're bothering them in any way, I will have your license revoked and you will be arrested for stalking and harassing. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" Mr. Shoo asked, dead serious.
"Yes sir..." Mr. Tuttle mumbled, walking away.
"You all have a good rest of your day. I hope she feels better soon." Mr. Shoo said before walking away, only to come back after a minute or two.
"Sorry about this… I'm sure once she wakes up, she won't want to be handcuffed anymore." Mr. Shoo said as he unlocked the handcuffs from Peach's wrist.
"So, we're not going to receive any visits?" Bulma asked before Mr. Shoo could leave the room.
"No. But if anyone does show up, call me." Mr. Shoo said, leaving Trunks his card before leaving.
"Well, look at that—somebody with a brain—" Vegeta said, watching the door.
"He's just doing his job…" Trunks sighed as he leaned back in his chair and, again, took Peach's hand and held it.
"At least you won't be harassed by that asshat." Bulma said, looking at Trunks.
"Right?" Trunks asked, looking at the ceiling.
"Or was he just doing his job as well?" Vegeta asked, annoyed.
"Yes and no… Yes, because he works for the government; he had to do what he had to do. No, because he was overzealous and can't accept when something is out of his control… I wouldn't be too surprise if we end up seeing him again." Trunks sighed.
"So..." Bulma started, poking her fingers together.
"Yes?" Trunks asked, looking at his mom.
"When can I start planning the reception?" Bulma innocently asked.
Both Trunks and Vegeta could see the excitement in her eyes.
"Jeez… Let's let Peach heal up and feel better first. We'll discuss it then, ok? But, when we do—and if she wants one—you have to work with her. I honestly don't care how it's done—so long as she's happy. That's all that matters." Trunks sternly stated.
"Ok..." Bulma mumbled, a bit disappointed. Planning parties was one of her things.
"So—when were you planning on moving out?" Vegeta asked, looking at Trunks, causing Bulma to smack him over the head.
"They're not moving out; he was just saying that because he had no choice. Now that this is all cleared up, they don't have to move—not that they had to move out to begin with." Bulma calmly said.
"Mom—you know we're going to have to move out eventually—" Trunks sighed.
"Yes, but not right now." Bulma said, looking at her son.
"Mom— No, not right now. But I plan on finding a place within a year—whether we rent or own." Trunks said seriously, looking directly at Bulma.
"Fine— I better get a grandchild out of you." Bulma dangerously warned—even Vegeta was scared.
"You are aware that that's not just up to me; Peach has a say in whether she wants kids or not." Trunks calmly said.
"Yes—I know..." Bulma mumbled, looking the other way; she was hatching some kind of plan.
"Mmmm—" Trunks was going to say something when Peach started waking up.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Trunks asked, looking at Peach.
"My side hurts… Where am I?" Peach asked a bit groggily, not remembering a whole hell of a lot.
"You're in the hospital, remember? You had your appendix removed. No, it was nothing important; you're just fine. You'll be able to go home in the next day or two." Trunks gently said as he ran his thumb over her knuckles.
"Right… What about those people; they said they were going to take me away." Peach said right away, remembering as she quickly—too quickly sat up, wincing in pain.
"Peach, calm down. It's all been taken care of. You're not going anywhere except home with me; you're staying with me, Mom, Dad, and Bulla. Ok? Nobody's going to take you away from me—ever." Trunks seriously said, intertwining his fingers in with hers.
"We'll give you some space." Bulma said, dragging Vegeta out of the room.
"Did you mark me?" Peach asked, slightly confused.
"Yes, I did; you did so well." Trunks said as she scooted backward, allowing him to lie next to her.
"I didn't scream, did I?" Peach asked, looking into Trunks's eyes.
"No, you didn't." Trunks said with a soft smile, removing hair from her eyes.
"So, it wasn't a dream, then?" Peach asked with a smile.
"No, it wasn't. You're mine. Dad can't touch you unless I say so." Trunks said with a smile.
Peach didn't say anything; she just clung to Trunks's shirt and happily cried into his chest.
Needless to say, Trunks was a bit shocked. However, he quickly got over that and just held Peach in his arms until they both fell asleep.
She was just exhausted from her surgery; he was exhausted from worry…