Half An Hour Later:
"Are you ready to head home?" Vegeta asked, looking at Bulma.
"Yeah, I'm ready. Just let me let Trunks and Peach know we're heading home." Bulma calmly said.
"Right." Vegeta sighed.
When Bulma knocked on her door and got no answer, she opened the door and smiled at the sight before her: Trunks was lying on his side, holding onto Peach as she was curled up against him, clutching his shirt.
She couldn't help herself and got a picture or two.
"Come on, Woman; let's go home. I'm hungry." Vegeta said in a dull tone.
"Ok, I'm coming." Bulma said, leaving with a smile.
The Next Day:
"Let's go home." Trunks said, smiling as Peach came out of the bathroom, fully dressed.
"Yes, home." Peach said with a smile.
"Is something wrong? Are you feeling ok?" Trunks asked, concerned.
"When I was walking with a nurse lady earlier, that man from before kept staring at me in a mean way—like he hated me or something." Peach softly said.
"Don't worry about him; he can't do anything to you. Come on—let's go home." Trunks said, taking her hand in his.
"Ok." Peach said, allowing him to lead her out of the room after grabbing a bag of her things.
"Have a nice day." A receptionist said with a kind/polite smile as Trunks and Peach left.
"Thank you. You as well." Trunks said before heading outside.
"Ok, hold on tight." Trunks said, picking her up; she grabbed and held on as tightly as she could as Trunks flew up into the air.
Fifteen Minutes Later:
"Hey, Trunks! Where are you headed?" Trunks and Peach heard Goten from below them.
"Is Mocha with him?" Peach softly asked, holding onto Trunks.
Trunks didn't say anything; he just started to land.
"I was just taking Peach home." Trunks calmly said.
"That's great; how are you feeling?" Goten asked, looking at Peach.
"My side hurts a little. Is Mocha here?" Peach admitted softly before asking.
"No; she's out looking for Candy. We came to visit you yesterday, but you were asleep." Goten calmly said.
"When was that?" Trunks asked, looking at Goten.
"I'm not a hundred percent sure—but you weren't there. We would've stayed, but Mom wouldn't stop calling me. Oh, and there was some guy standing a few feet away from her room." Goten said, looking at Trunks.
"That was probably when I was finding a preacher. Yeah—that was Mr. Tuttle; he's an Immigration person." Trunks sighed.
"What did you need a preacher for? Why was Immigration there?" Goten asked, confused.
"Nekodians aren't legal citizens; he was there to take her away once she was released. That's why I needed a preacher; I asked Peach to marry me. She said yes, and we were married that same day. Immigration of course, was going to launch an investigation, until they found out I marked her—and she marked me. Now, because the investigation was called off, Mr. Tuttle is pissed off. He's super against non-citizens being here—no matter if they're married or not. Which, by the way, in a few years, we'll renew our vows and have a biggish kind of wedding. And you know mom; she wants to do a reception party for both. But anyway; if I were you, I'd figure out if Mocha is a legal citizen here before Immigration find her." Trunks explained, looking at a very shocked Goten.
"Well, congratulations. I was going to ask how Bulma felt about that. No offense, but we all know how she can be. As for Mocha; she's legal. I guess the people of Jade have a good relationship with the people of Earth." Goten calmy said.
"Well, that's good." Trunks said, looking at Goten.
"So, how's married life?" Goten asked with a smile; now, he was picking on them.
"Oh, haha. We've only been married for a day, and she's been stuck in a hospital bed. She's still a little sore, so I'm going to take her home so she can rest and take it easy for a few days. But I am glad I asked her, and she said yes." Trunks said before sighing in annoyance.
"It looks like you've made a new friend." Goten said, noticing Mr. Tuttle trying to hide behind a tree with his binoculars.
"Yeah—I'm sure he'll be around for a while. Until he does something stupid, we'll just ignore him. But anyway, I should probably get Peach home. Let Mocha know she's home, and that she can visit—so long as Peach is awake." Trunks said as he started lifting into the air again; Peach immediately grabbed hold of him.
"Ok. See you around." Goten said with a smile.
Then Chi-Chi walked out...
"Goten; get your butt back in this house and start your studying! You'll never get into a good college if you're lazing around!
Trunks, it's so good to see you; I'm glad Peach is feeling better. Tell your mother: I say hi. Goten, now! If you want to see Mocha again, you'll get your butt in this house this instance!" Chi-Chi furiously yelled, with a pause in the middle to calmly talk to Trunks.
"Ouch. Will do; see you all later." Trunks said, flying away.
Ten Minutes Later:
"Welcome home!" Bulma happily exclaimed, popping poppers as a banner came rolling down from the ceiling.
"Uhh ummm..." Trunks didn't know what to say, looking at his mother; Vegeta just there, shaking his head.
"How's the girl?" Vegeta asked, looking at Trunks.
"She's asleep right now; she fell asleep about five minutes ago. So, if you'll excuse me." Trunks said, walking to her room; he figured that she should sleep in her bed until she was fully healed. He would feel awful or hate himself if he accidentally hurt her.
Her blankets were still pulled down, so he laid her in her bed and gently covered her up—after removing her shoes.
"Mmmm—" Peach moaned a little as she rolled onto her left side and tucked her legs up. But she didn't wake up.
"See you when you wake, Love." Trunks said before gently kissing her forehead.
"How is she?" Bulma asked, looking at Trunks as he walked out to the kitchen.
"She's sleeping. But before she fell back to sleep, she said she was still a little sore—but it's not horrible. Could one of you stay here and watch over her; I have to go to the pharmacy to pick up her prescriptions." Trunks asked, looking at his parents.
"Yeah, I can keep an eye on her. Did you leave your door open a little?" Bulma asked, looking at Trunks.
"Thanks. No, my door is closed; her door is cracked though. So that I don't accidently bump or hurt her, I placed her in her bed with her cats. But anyway, thanks again; I'll be back in a little bit." Trunks said before leaving.
"What is that look for? You know what—never mind; I don't wanna know. Whatever it is, I don't want any part of it." Vegeta said, looking at his wife when he noticed a mischievous look on her face.
"Oh, poo—you're no fun. I'm not planning anything bad. I would hate to be alone after a surgery." Bulma said, looking at Vegeta.
"The girl isn't alone..." Vegeta started.
"Not in general. I'm talking about in bed. They're marked and married now—and they're not sleeping in the same bed." Bulma said with a determined smile.
"It's only for a few days. And, aren't you the one who said they couldn't share a room?" Vegeta asked, making a point.
"That was when she was only sixteen and they weren't marked and married. Now they've marked each other and are married; they shouldn't be separated. They need a bigger bed, so that they can sleep together." Bulma said seriously.
"His bed is big enough for them; you've seen them before." Vegeta said, not even bothering to try to fight; he knew she was going to win.
"Not comfortably; they're crunched up together. They need a queen—no, a king-sized bed." Bulma happily said with stars in her eyes.
"Ok—and where is that going to go? His room is barely going to fit the bed he has and all of his things, plus, her dresser, that ridiculous cat castle thing, and whatever else she has. You might as well wait until they move into their own house." Vegeta mumbled, trying to make a point and reason with his wife.
"Oh, they're not moving. Oh, no; they're going to stay here. It's already bad enough that Bulla's planning on moving out with her boyfriend when she can." Bulma said, looking directly at Vegeta.
"Bulla's only elven, going on twelve—not eleven, going on twenty. And she sure as hell don't have no boyfriend. Over my dead body." Vegeta said, dead serious just as Bulla walked in after getting home from school. However, they didn't know she was there yet; she was quiet.
"I know Bulla doesn't have a boyfriend, Dear. I'm talking about when she does; she wants to move out. So, Trunks is going to stay here. And I have the perfect place." Bulma said with a smile.
"And where would that be?" Vegeta asked, folding his arms, looking at his wife.
"The basement!" Bulma happily exclaimed.
"You wanna put Trunks and Peach in the basement with all the spiders and such? Trunks will never go for that! And, how do you know if I have a boyfriend or not?" Bulla screeched, embarrassed, looking at her parents.
"I'll call a contractor and have the basement expanded and redesigned and remodeled to look like an apartment. Oh my Kami, Bulla! What happened to your face?!" Bulma started happily before noticing Bulla had a black and blue eye, split lip, and a few cuts on her cheeks.
"Nothing I couldn't handle; you should see the other guy and bitch." Bulla said calmly.
"What happened?" Both Bulma and Vegeta asked again.
"Fine… An older boy from two grades higher than me tried hitting on me. I knew he had a girlfriend already and that she was the jealous type, so I just ignored him. Again, the next time I saw him, he tried hitting on me, so, then I told him to please leave me alone. He didn't take that well and grabbed a hold of and yanked me to him; he then kissed me and stuck his tongue down my throat. I thought of getting a teacher, but the last time I tried that, they didn't do anything, so, I punched him. His girlfriend then came over, started yelling at me, and then slapped me. So, it just kind of went from there until a few teachers came and finally broke us apart. I tried explaining to the teachers and the principal what happened, but I was ignored. I quickly found out that that jackass is the principal's son; he's also captain of the school's football team. So, I have detention every day after school for the next month. I was supposed to have it today, but I skipped out of it. And don't worry about it; I already talked to the police and made a statement. The officer I talked to immediately went to the school. So, I'd like to talk about transferring schools or something." Bulla explained to her shocked and now extremely pissed off parents.
"Why the hell didn't I get a call?!" Bulma asked, pissed off.
"I knew school was a bad idea…" Vegeta growled.
"Can I go take a shower?" Bulla asked, looking at her parents.
"Yeah, go ahead." Bulma sighed, annoyed, and now stressed out.
"Thanks. Oh, when does Peach get home?" Bulla asked, looking at Bulma.
"She's been home for about half an hour now. But she's sleeping; so, just let her be." Bulma calmly said.
"Ok." Bulla said before walking away.
"What are we going to do?" Bulma asked, looking towards the ceiling.
"I'm going to go see if Kakarot wants to train. Those people are just lucky she called the police first." Vegeta said before teleporting away—angry.
"I guess I'll just figure out what to do with the basement." Bulma said somewhat happily, somewhat annoyed as she sat down…