A/N: Hypocrisy alert! The DMC fandom has a weird habit of claiming Dante needs a child to complement Nero, especially with Lady or Lucia as the mother. And of course, the child is always imagined as a girl. There's no reason why Dante should have one, it's just rabid Dante/Lady shippers and desperate Lucia fans wanting their ships to come true, no matter how little interaction Dante has had with Lady since 3 and how no one at Capcom cares about Lucia. Or how Dante isn't exactly father material. And honestly it grates on me.

Despite that, I thought it'd be hilarious if Dante was to have one with Trish, the one girl he's had consistent subtle romantic moments with. The majority of fans will cry bloody murder at the very thought of it but they also want Nero to marry his adoptive sister and have kids with her, so who are they to judge? Over time, I put more thought into how this girl would look and act like, and eventually the character of Vita was born. And I have to say, writing her was pretty fun. There are very few Dante x Trish fanfics from what I could see, much less with them having children, so I felt a lot of creative freedom here. I'm not here to complain about the treatment of female characters in DMC or to diversify anything. This is just for fun. Without further ado, I present to you "The New Life."

Vergil looked down at the young girl who had just thrown her arms around him. He'd gone stiff, but fought down his reflexes to shove her off him.

She looked up at him, beaming. "I said 'Hi!' Aw, are you shy or something? Don't worry, I'm super nice."

Vergil's face was contorted in confusion. He didn't know if he should smile or glare at her. Dante came to his rescue, prying her off him.

"Don't bother your uncle, Vita. He still has issues talking to girls."

"Aww..." Vita said, still playful.

Vergil looked at Dante. "I most certainly do not."

"When's the last time you had a conversation with one?"

"Just earlier."

"That wasn't a conversation. They just talked at you while you grunted back."

Vergil grunted.

Vita snickered at that. Dante gave a chuckle as well.

They have the same laughter, Vergil noted.

"Look at you, making jokes in front of others for once," Dante clapped a hand on his brother's shoulder. "You'll fit in just fine."

Those words seemed off to Vergil, like he and "fit in" was an oxymoron, but he brushed those feelings aside.

"Yeah, Uncle Vergil," Vita said. "Our family runs on weird. You're all that was missing."

Vergil felt strangely touched at that. Looking at her without tension for the first time, he nodded.

"Thank you."

Perhaps it was Vita's physical resemblance to his mother that made him feel more at ease. Or maybe it was her joyful and loving personality. Or rather, it was both. Those qualities made him think she was like a younger version of Eva.

His niece was in her teens and had the same fair skin, blue eyes, and white hair as the rest of Sparda's descendants. She had her hair up in a long ponytail, and wore dark combat boots and dark navy pants. She had on a black tank top and an orange coat over it, both sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Her mother walked in, carrying a few plates of leftover pizza.

"Vita, what did I say about behaving yourself?" Trish asked.

"Oh come on, Mom," Vita complained.

"No," Vergil said abruptly. Everyone turned to look at him, somewhat surprised. He cleared his throat.

"It is alright. She is not a bother to me."

Trish smiled. "Good. Why don't you guys come and have some leftovers?"

"Don't mind if I do," Dante happily sauntered over to the table where his girls seated themselves. Lady came from the kitchen as well, having microwaved the last of the pizza.

Vergil reluctantly approached the table and sat down. As Dante and the girls helped themselves, Vergil could only stare at the sight of his brother's family together. Due to Trish's resemblance to Eva, she and Dante shared many physical features. While Vergil had long since accepted Trish as her own person, thanks to meeting her as V and Dante describing her through his own perspective, it still perplexed him to think that Dante had gone and married her. What's more, they now had a child together. Hypothetically, Vita was what a love child between Dante and their mother would have looked like, but he strangely felt no repulsion from seeing her. Her appearance as a younger Eva brought a sense of familiarity, but he had never seen his mother like this. It was simply hard imagining that his mother was now a grandmother, and his brother a father. Then again, he had a son himself. He still had to get used to that.

"And that's pretty much it," Dante finished telling the story of how he and Vergil escaped hell after dealing with the Qliphoth, several months earlier. "Vergil just opened up a portal once we made sure all the Yamato shards were destroyed and we ran into you guys."

"Well, it's nice to have you guys back," Lady said affectionately.

"Well thanks, La-" Dante cut himself off as he saw she was talking to her Kalina Anns.

"Yeah, should've seen that coming," he said.

"Dante," Trish said. "I need your help with the stove. I think it broke."

Dante frowned. "What? Let me take a look."

He followed Trish to the back where the kitchen was located.

Lady was also confused, but stayed in her seat. What is she talking about? It seemed fine when I was back-

Her eyes widened as she realized what was going to happen. Oh...

Vergil raised an eyebrow.

Dante knelt in front of the stove, inspecting it.

"I don't think it's broken..."

"That's because it's not."

Dante turned around to look at Trish, who had a lustful look in her eyes. She leapt into his arms and started kissing him hard. He hugged her tight and kissed back, letting several months' worth of desire for her out.

"Mmm. Trish, baby, you sure we should be doing this? We have guests," Dante pulled back slightly.

"I don't care, I want you. I need you," Trish said in a low voice. She tugged at his lower lip.

"Oh, honey," Dante moaned. He was losing control. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," she gasped.

Trish forced her tongue inside his mouth, moaning. He eagerly met it with his own, their wet and fleshy muscles reuniting inside their mouths.

She desperately tugged at his belt. He helped her with it, letting her tug down her own pants. His fully erect penis and her absolutely moist vagina were freed out of their constraints. Dante lifted Trish into his arms; she wrapped her left arm around his neck and her legs around his waist. She reached down with her right hand to guide him into her.

"Ohh!" Trish threw her head back and closed her eyes moaning.

Dante grit his teeth, putting his hands on her butt. After months of not being with Trish, he was suddenly at the mercy of her libido. He bounced her up and down on his cock, trying not to grunt too loudly as her overwhelmingly hot and moist pussy enveloped him and tightly squeezed him. Her inner walls pulsated pleasurably, throbbing around him and massaging him.

"What a horny wife I have," Dante said in a low voice. "How lucky am I?"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah," Trish's moans were starting to intensify. Dante kissed her to quiet her down, swallowing down her moans.

Trish was trying hard to hold on. Her husband's length continuously ramming all the way inside of her, his tip touching her cervix, his literally breathtaking kiss, and his tongue probing into her mouth gave her an overload of pleasure that she hadn't felt in too long. It was too much.

Bouncing herself harder, Trish broke the kiss and moaned into his face.

"I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming," Trish whined.

"Me too. Let's, ah, shit, let's cum together," Dante said through his own moans.

Together, husband and wife thrusted at each other, their hips connecting as they worked their way to their long-awaited orgasm.

"I-ah! Oh, this, I can't-" Trish stopped speaking coherently as she finally let go, her walls clamping down on Dante's prick while her love juices coated it. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Dante covered it with his own just in time, letting both their moans ring out muffled as he too came, shooting his hot seed inside her.

They came for nearly a whole minute straight, unloading jet after jet of hot cum onto or into each other. They continued to hump at each other, matching each thrust with another blast of never ending cum. Dante managed to keep standing upright, rubbing Trish's back as they embraced, panting hard.

"I love you so much, Dante," Trish said softly.

"I love you more," Dante responded.

He eased her off his dick, and they pulled their pants back up. Feeling invigorated after their brief but passionate reunion, they headed back out.

...

The next day, Vergil and Dante sat on the couch, relaxing. Trish had taken Vita out shopping to keep her from pestering Vergil. The brothers felt so refreshed; eating, showering, and sleeping properly for the first time in months was indescribably good. Their clothes no longer stunk, either.

Dante flipped through a magazine while Vergil sat, hunched forward, clasping his hands and unsure of what to say.

Dante looked up and peered at him.

"Do you have something on your mind?" He asked.

Vergil didn't respond at first. He hesitated, gathering his thoughts.

"How...what is it like being a father?"

Dante perked up.

"Oh, so now you want to know?"

Vergil nodded. They'd exchanged details of their lives when in the Underworld, but Vergil hadn't been too keen on learning about Vita's life. His recent encounter with his own child left a rather undesirable taste in his mouth, not proud that he'd unwittingly done to Nero what he thought Eva did to him, leaving his child alone in the world, scared and confused. He knew he was going to face him again soon, but wanted to avoid thinking about it for as long as possible. But upon seeing Dante's relationship with Vita, he was struck with thoughts of what could've been. For once, Vergil stopped thinking about only himself.

Dante sighed, closing his magazine and reclining on the couch.

"As you could tell, she was born pretty soon after Mallet Island. Trish and I knew it was going to be a struggle, but we felt so confident in each other. Our love, our strength, we knew we wanted to take it all the way."

"What made you so sure?"

Dante paused, staring at his brother. This was a side of him almost no one saw: an insecure, curious personality. Vergil was much more relaxed around him, being more willing to open up and speak informally. Dante thought of this as a blessing.

"It all started right after we escaped Mallet Island, honestly."

"That soon?"

"Yep."

"Tell me everything."

And so he did, telling Vergil what was perhaps the most important part of his story.

But before starting on Vita, Dante's mind drifted to his and Trish's special night together after they returned from their adventure. The pivotal moment in their relationship that set the course for the rest of their lives. It was so intimate, so passionate, but hot at the same time.

He tried not to pop a boner in front of Vergil. He was obviously going to have to omit this when speaking out loud. But in his mind, it played like a fresh memory, like it had only happened yesterday.

A/N: So, what did you think? This story is going to delve into the past quite a lot, starting all the way at the end of DMC1 before working its way into the present (future?) after DMC5, with some present-day intermissions to feature Vita more prominently. It's going to be a nonlinear tale, to keep your interest in both sides.

Fun facts about Vita: Her name (vai-ta) comes from the Latin word for "life", representing the new life created by Trish and Dante. It's also taken from the title La Vita Nuova, one of Dante Alighieri's greatest works, which details his love for Beatrice Portinari. With Dante Alighieri and Beatrice serving as the inspirations for Dante and Trish, respectively, it was only natural that their children would take their names from their source material.

I wrote this chapter a while ago and all I had to do before release was tweak a few things. Chapter 2 is also partially written but it might go through a slight rewrite before release, but you can expect it to come soon. Once I get all my homework and other hobbies out of the way, of course.