This is just a note; feel skip if you want:
I apologize right now for the random stories that I'm going to be posting. I have severe writer's block…either still or again; I'm not quite sure at this current moment. As a lot of you know, I also have depression & even though I'm doing better, I'm still struggling with it. & then with all this shit going on/around with the lockdown or quarantine or whatever you want to call it, I can't really go anywhere as my immune system is crap, my niece has went from being in public school to being home schooled…with me & my bf as her "teachers" or whatever because her parents work. So that's a little stressful & I'm going stir crazy. So, my mind's a little frazzled at the moment…
So, I'm sorry that my older stories are being pushed to a backburner or whatever. I'm not trying to do that; I just for some reason can't come up with ideas for them. However, I can come up with ideas for new stories. Also, I've found some really old stories that I've started editing to the best of the ability & I might repost them. But, I may not. I will try to get to everything as soon as I can…if I can.
I also apologize for stories that are very similar to other works of mine. Such as any of the stories about a parent (usually the father) finding out he has kids from a previous relationship or one night stand or whatever. That usually happens because I get writer's block or after I started it I get different ideas, so I start a new version. So, yes, I'm aware I do that; but I don't think I can help it…
Also, mainly for when I get writer's block & come up with new ideas, & can't decide which category I want to go with; I will write the exact same story with different characters for whichever anime they go with. I not only do that, because I can't decide which anime world to pair it with, but because not everyone likes each & every anime others may like; some might not even know the anime I do write for. Sometimes I keep all versions & sometimes, if I become too overwhelmed & changing the names so many times becomes too much, I will go through & find which ones are the most popular (as in which anime) & keep those while deleting the others. So, to the people who always ask me why I do that, there you go. But mainly because I'm a spaz.
So, this is a combination of three of my stories: "Family is Everything" "This is My Family" & "Daddy's Miracles". I ended up re-reading them & found that two of them were pretty much the same almost word for word with very little differences. & one is different, but kind of the same; so I've just decided to try combining these three & seeing where it goes.
Trunks is a teen father & already has three kids of his own. However, he just finds out that he has two more children out there…a set of twins. Well, he actually already kind of knew about them…one of them at least; he didn't know he had another set of twins. How will he handle 5 kids?
I DO NOT OWN DBZ OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS; I ONLY CLAIM THE STORY & CHARACTERS I CREATE!
Rated T+ for now; rating might go up in the future...not sure yet.
Trunks's P.O.V.:
My name is Trunks Briefs; I'm twenty-eight, and I currently have three kids; two sons, Knickers and Kishu, and a daughter, Teddy.
Knickers is eleven but will soon be twelve, and Kishu is nine. Their mother was Mai.
I first got Mai pregnant when I was fifteen, and she was sixteen; we were then sixteen and seventeen when she gave birth to Knickers.
I got Mai pregnant again when I was eighteen, and she was nineteen but was nineteen and twenty when Kishu was born.
When the boys were three and a half and half a year, Mai killed herself; she had postpartum depression and just kind of went crazy. She also claimed her allegiance to Pilaf before killing herself.
Yeah… Mom and Dad were so—what's the word I'm looking for? Thrilled? They were so thrilled that I dated a crazy person.
But moving on…
When I was twenty-two—and the boys were five and a year and a half, I met a girl named Miki; she was roughly nineteen. We started dating and got intimate after a month or two. She told me she was on birth control and currently couldn't get pregnant.
Well, nine months later: my daughter, Teddy, and I begged to differ.
Actually, Miki told me she was pregnant about five months in; she was distraught and more than sorry. All she could do was cry and beg me not to hate her. She later told me she thought her birth control malfunctioned or something.
Throughout her entire pregnancy, Miki was so stressed and high-strung that she developed preeclampsia and unfortunately didn't make it through her pregnancy.
The doctors ended up doing an emergency C-section in order to save Teddy.
Teddy, by the way, is named after Miki's favorite late uncle; she was expecting a boy. I kept the name to honor her; Miki was a good girl—plus Teddy can be a girl's name as well. The boys liked her as well. So, I know she would've been a good mother; she was really good with them.
About four years ago, Mom and Dad watched the kids so I could go out for a night and just relax.
So, what happened?
I was stupid; that's what happened.
Bulla was seventeen and a month and a half pregnant—with Goten's children—much to our parents' displeasure.
Dad: he didn't like Goten—or rather the fact that she chose him.
Mom and Dad: Because Bulla was only seventeen; they were hoping to have one child that wasn't a teen parent.
They ended up having twins: a boy and a girl.
They named the boy Vego, after our dad and Goten and Gohan's dad.
They named the girl Chiulma, after Goten and Gohan's mom and our mom.
Just like with me, Mom and Dad eventually got over it; they even offered to help in any way they would need.
They're three and are relatively good kids—I think. I don't know; we don't see them too often.
I'm not sure what happened, but Bulla went off the deep end, and she and Goten moved to the next city over.
I talk to Goten here and there; he said they're all doing well.
But I digress…
Bulla was seventeen and pregnant, and Goten was going crazy. And dad was on the hunt—so Goten was also hiding from him.
The two of us went to a bar in the next town over.
There we drank some (enough to get drunk off our asses), played some darts and pool, ate greasy bar food, and spent the night at a cheap hotel.
We also ran into a girl we knew growing up; her name was Luna Niko or something like that.
Goten had gone back to the motel to do whatever; we got separate rooms—thank Kami for that.
Luna and I stayed at the bar and got caught up before going for a walk down to the beach—where we had very rough sex. Then we went back to the motel and had more rough sex.
Now, here's where I should probably mention that Luna was batshit crazy and ended up stealing most of my money—all my cash. She left all my cards alone but took my cash.
Anyway, I saw her five months later; she was starting to show.
We talked.
Luna told me she was pretty sure I was the father of her child because I was the only guy she had sex with at the time of the baby's conception.
She said I was the only guy she had sex with in the past six months as she was bi and was only dating women in the past five or six months.
I told Luna I wanted proof of some sort. She agreed, so we went to the hospital, and we talked to a doctor.
The doctor said they could do a paternity test while Luna was still pregnant; we both agreed to do that.
A few days later, I got a call saying that I was indeed the father of Luna's baby.
I was going to tell my family the news once I talked to Luna and discussed what she wanted to do. You know: if she wanted to keep it and custody and all that good stuff.
However, before I could contact her, Luna just up and disappeared; I have not seen or heard from her since the day at the hospital. So I have not told my parents or children.
I did hire a private detective—but so far, that came up empty.
Unfortunately, he hasn't come up with anything, so he had to drop my case.
I know I have another child out there somewhere; he or she would be about three by now.
I do hope that I'll get to meet my child someday—even if it's only on weekends or something like that.
But moving on…
Later tonight—or tomorrow, depending on the weather (and Mom), my children and I were moving out of my parent's house.
I swear, my dad couldn't get me out fast enough; he wants more space.
Don't get me wrong; Dad loves me and all. But with my children and me, we take up a lot of space—and he wants more of it.
Mom, on the other hand, doesn't want us to move; she cries every night.
She wants me to move into the basement; she said she'd have it designed how I wanted—minus a kitchen. I can't have that; I need my own kitchen. And I already bought my own house—out in the country.
I know why I bought my own house—but I don't know why I bought such a big one. It's only me and the boys and Teddy.
I really just need a four-bedroom house: I need a room for me, for Knickers, Kishu, and Teddy.
But no… I bought a two-story, seven-bedroom house.
The first floor has:
4 bedrooms The living room The kitchen The dining area A full bathroom A half bathroom
The second floor has:
3 bedrooms A full bathroom Stairs leading up to the attic
The attic will be storage, and none of the kids will be allowed up there.
The basement is off the dining room and is full and complete. That will be the kids' and my entertainment area; there are six areas down there:
My space is the weight area for lifting weights and such The boys and Teddy will each have their own space for their own hobbies
All three kids are following in my footsteps and like fighting, but they also have their own interests:
Knickers likes building model things (planes, boats, & trains) and video games Kishu likes video games and climbing things Teddy likes music and playing in the mud
That's just to name a few things; they have many other interests as well.
Anyway—almost everything was at the new house except for furniture and us.
I should also mention that three months before Knickers was conceived, anyone who had any amount of Saiyan with any amount of human in them became full Saiyan.
And they're not the only ones. Anyone who was full human, who was married—or meant to be with a Saiyan, became full Saiyan—along with given immortality.
It was a wish made by a different pair of Saiyans who had been living on Earth for many years, not knowing there were others as well. Their daughter and her husband have two kids who are friends with Knickers and Teddy.
After that wish, the dragon balls were destroyed, and Shenron became his own dragon. He now lives where nobody can get to him—except for Piccolo and other Namekians.
And then a little over three years ago, we all (us Saiyans and all of our friends) somehow became immortal—unless killed. No one knows how that happened.
Normal P.O.V.:
"So, you're finally moving out?" Bulla asked, standing at Trunks's door.
"So, you finally decided to show up?" Trunks asked, annoyed, turning around.
"Goten said you were moving; I didn't believe him. I had to come see for myself." Bulla calmly stated.
"Where are your kids?" Trunks questioned, looking at his sister.
"Daycare." Bulla answered.
"Daycare… I'm sure Mom and Dad are so thrilled about that." Trunks sarcastically retorted.
Trunks didn't like daycares; he didn't trust them.
"They'll get over it. I mean, we have forever, right?" Bulla asked, looking at Trunks.
"Yeah." Trunks sighed, annoyed; he and Bulla love each other very much, but they haven't gotten along since he had Knickers.
"Did anybody ever figure out how that happened?" Bulla asked, looking at Trunks.
"No—only that it happened three years ago." Trunks replied.
"Well, either way; we'll have forever. Mom and Dad will eventually see Vego and Chiulma. For now, they'll just have to wait. They're busy helping you move and such anyway." Bulla replied in a snotty tone.
"You could've brought them with today." Trunks said as calmly as he could.
"Just because you had a bad experience with and don't trust daycares, doesn't mean I don't have to not like them. I love daycare; it gives me and Goten time to ourselves." Bulla defensively shot.
"You could call any of their grandparents for that too." Trunks quietly snapped.
Before Bulla could retort, Bulma interrupted.
"Trunks! There's a phone call for you!" Bulma called from the kitchen.
"Yeah, what was that?" Trunks asked, walking out of his room; he hadn't heard all of what she said.
"You have a phone call." Bulma calmly repeated once Trunks got to her.
"Who is it?" Trunks questioned, looking at his mother.
"I'm not sure, but it sounds important." Bulma answered, handing him the phone.
"Hello?" Trunks asked on his end, confused.
"Hello, is this Trunks Briefs?" A man on the other end asked.
"Yes, this is he. Who is this?" Trunks answered and then asked.
"This is Doctor Hashita from Mercy Medical in Southeast City." The man, Dr. Hashita, answered on the other end.
"What do you need from me?" Trunks questioned.
"You have three children, correct?" Dr. Hashita calmly asked.
"Yes, I have three kids; they should all be at school right now. Actually, they should just be getting home in a few minutes. Are they there? Are they ok? What happened?" Trunks asked, beginning to panic, which only caused Bulma to panic and Vegeta to get worked up.
"No. Oh, I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to worry you like that. No, Knickers, Kishu, nor Teddy are here." Dr. Hashita quickly explained.
"Ok… How do you know my kids' names?" Trunks asked, becoming defensive.
"Your file." Dr. Hashita calmly replied.
"My file?" Trunks asked, confused.
"Yes, your file. About two years ago, you hired a private detective. Am I correct in saying that?" Dr. Hashita questioned.
"Yeah… How do you know that?" Trunks asked, becoming antsy; he kind of started putting pieces together.
"Listen to me very carefully. I am here with a Mr. Coast Peer. Mr. Coast Peer is with Social and Child Protective Services. I am guessing, since you hired the private detective, you are aware that you have twins with Luna Nikos?" Dr. Hashita sternly asked.
"What? No. I knew I had a kid with her, but not twins. Are you sure?" Trunks asked, shocked, shocking Bulma, Vegeta, and Bulla.
"Yes, I am very sure you have twins; they both have your DNA and last name. You and your family go to Mercy Medical in West City, so we have your DNA on file. We had to figure out who their father was. So, when we saw that their last wasn't Nikos, but Briefs instead, we looked you up. Plus, we have the fact that you hired a private detective." Dr. Hashita very calmly but seriously stated; Trunks could hear it in his voice.
"What do you need from me? How is Luna? Where is she? How are the twins? Are they ok?" Trunks asked as soon as he heard he had twins instead of just a single child.
Bulma wanted to say something, but Trunks was on the phone; so, she kept quiet.
"Unfortunately, Luna and the twins were in a nasty car accident. Luna's injuries were fatal. But that's not all that killed her; she also had several different types of drugs in her system:
Meth or crystal meth
Crack cocaine
Heroin
LSD
PCP
Opioids
Codeine
Hydrocodone
Morphine
Oxycodone
A mess of steroids
"You name it; it was in her system." Dr. Hashita explained, listing off several substances that Luna had taken.
"Are you freaking kidding me?! What about the twins; are they ok?" Trunks questioned, pissed off, trying not to swear; he really wanted to scream, "are you fucking kidding me?!"
Just then, a bus pulled up to the front of the house.
"Please hold for a second?" Trunks asked Dr. Hashita.
"Sure." Dr. Hashita calmly answered; he could understand how pissed off Trunks was.
"Ma, can you get the kids off the bus please? I'll explain everything in just a little bit." Trunks asked and then promised.
"Ok." Bulma said, going to wait for the kids with Vegeta right behind her.
"Oooh—now they're pissed. You really screwed up this time." Bulla said, being a brat—even though she's now twenty and has two kids of her own.
"Go home or something. Pick up your kids and be glad you have them." Trunks growled, beyond annoyed, giving Bulla a look she'd never seen on his face before; it read worry, annoyed, pissed, and that something was terribly wrong.
"I'll see you around." Bulla quickly said before leaving; she was going to get Vego and Chiulma from daycare.
"Sorry about all that…" Trunks sighed over the phone.
"It's perfectly ok." Dr. Hashita replied; Trunks could hear a comforting smile in his voice.
"So, the twins; are they ok? Are they alive?" Trunks asked as calmly as he could; inside, he was a massive panicking wreck.
"Daddy!" Teddy happily cried as she went running to Trunks; however, Knickers held her back.
"He's on the phone—and it looks important. You know the rules." Knickers calmly stated; he was old enough to sense when something was wrong.
It was the last day of school before Summer Break.
"Why don't you three go play in your rooms or something." Bulma suggested.
"Ok." All three replied, going to their pretty much empty rooms.
"First: you need to relax a little and breathe. The twins both survived and are in the hospital; I just checked up on them a little bit ago. Unfortunately, they both have severe concussions and bruising. They're both lucky to not have any broken, dislocated, or fractured bones, or even any sprains. As it would turn out, they were tightly strapped in with seatbelts and duct tape in the backseat. From what I understand they were in an uber; the driver went to turn a corner and they were immediately hit by a drunk driver. The uber driver just died and the drunk driver is in critical condition. The twins are also suffering from pneumonia—one more severe than the other. It is still unclear as to when they'll be able to go home or wherever they will be living. Now—if it weren't for the fact that you are their father, I wouldn't be giving you this information because you're already freaked out enough as is. However, seeing as you are their father, I'm obligated to tell you…" Dr. Hashita started explaining before Trunks interrupted him.
"What's going on?" Trunks asked, interrupting Dr. Hashita. He was starting to become suspicious and was getting a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"They not only have bruises from the accident; they also have several other bruises—some old and some new. As it would turn out, Luna was severely abusive and neglectful towards the twins and used to beat them. It also seems she also let boyfriends do as they pleased with them." Dr. Hashita explained as calmly as he could; Trunks nearly had an aneurysm.
"Are you still there?" Dr. Hashita asked, concerned.
"Yeah, I'm still here." Trunks replied after a few seconds.
"As I said before, I am here with Coast Peer; he has all the papers for foster care, adoption or to keep them. The choice is ultimately yours. They will be here overnight; you have until tomorrow to claim them here or they'll be moved to foster services as soon as they're cleared. After that, you'll have to go there to figure things out. But if you want my opinion: depending on what you want, I would show up by noon tomorrow." Dr. Hashita explained, giving Trunks some options.
"Ok… I'll be there in a few hours. Can I ask what gender(s) they are and what their names are? And can I bring their older brothers and sister?" Trunks calmly asked.
"Didn't I tell you already?" Dr. Hashita asked, flabbergasted.
"No, you never mentioned their names or if they were boys or girls." Trunks replied.
"Well, of course, you can know. You should know. I'm sorry about that. You have one of each: one boy and one girl. Their names are Elm Jun and Lily May Briefs. Currently, they are two, but will soon be three. Of course, you can bring your children with; that's actually greatly recommended. You can bring anyone you wish so long as they're not dangerous or considered pedophiles. But anyway—we'll see you after some time?" Dr. Hashita calmly explained and just as calmly asked.
"Yep; we'll see you soon." Trunks said before they hung up.
"Trunks, what is going on?" Bulma asked, looking at her son.
"You have more kids out there somewhere? Where the hell are they? They're what—a few months?" Vegeta asked, beyond annoyed.
"Apparently, I have twins out there—and at the moment they're two; they should be three in the next month or two. A few years ago, Goten and I went out and got drunk. This was right after we found out Bulla was pregnant. You specifically told me to go out for a night and have fun; you would watch the kids for me. You wouldn't stop pushing until I agreed to go out for a night. So I did. And as I said I got a little drunk. While at the bar, I met up with Luna Nikos; she's a girl I knew years ago. We dated for a few months, before I got with Mai…" Trunks started explaining.
"Is she the one with cat ears?" Bulma asked, interrupting Trunks.
"Yeah, that's her. Long story short—because I have to get going. I met up with her in the bar, talked a little bit before drinking even more and then had a lot of sex. Woke up the next morning; she had taken all the cash I had on me and was gone. Met up with her a few months later; she was showing pretty decently. She said that she was pretty sure I was the father because I was the only guy, she had sex with at the time of conception. So, we went to the doctors and had a paternity test done on the fetus; they confirmed that it was mine. Kids come on! We have to get going!" Trunks explained and then called as he got ready.
"Wait, you've known about these two all this time and you didn't say anything? Why?" Bulma asked, upset, while Vegeta asked, pissed off.
"Well, I was planning on telling you after I talked to Luna and figured out what we were going to do. Because we're not together and she is—was their mother; I wasn't going to take them away from her had she wanted them. But maybe I should have. She recently passed away in a car accident. Drunk driver her hit the uber she and the twins were in. However, the drug overdose may have had more to do with her death than anything. But anyway, she just up and disappeared on me. I wasn't going to tell you until I found out where they were and such; I even hired a private detective to try to find them. He came up with squat. Oh, and here's the best part—while I was looking for them—while she had them; she was not only neglecting them, but also severely abusing them. So, there's that. Now, if you'd excuse me; I really have to get going." Trunks explained, becoming increasingly frantic; Bulma and Vegeta could hear his voice shaking with anger.
"KIDS, NOW!" Trunks yelled, losing what little patience he had.
"Sorry, Daddy. I was using the bathroom." Teddy softly said, running out; she didn't like it when Trunks yelled at her.
"Ok. Sorry. I don't mean to yell; I'm just a little stressed right now. Where are your brothers?" Trunks asked, trying to calm down, looking at his daughter.
Teddy is six years old with long violet hair (a few shades darker than Trunks), tied up into low four hanging braids, and black eyes.
Unlike most girls her age, who want to be fairy princesses or play with dolls, Teddy wants to be a mud monster and play in the mud. She doesn't like dresses or skirts; she would rather wear some kind of comfy shirt, pants, shorts, or overalls—especially overalls. She has three favorite stuffed animals and several toy cars and such. She usually's getting into some kind of trouble and ends up with a bandage somewhere. She loves dancing to music with anyone in the family or friends who will dance with her. Oh, and even though she doesn't understand most of it (because she's only six), she likes to do science experiments with grandma. Because of the wish Shenron granted many years ago; she is a full Saiyan.
"Knickers is locked in the other bathroom and Kishu is playing on his DS." Teddy answered right away.
"Ok… Wait here; please don't move." Trunks said before walking down the hall.
When Trunks got to where Kishu was, Kishu was not only playing his DS but was also wearing earbuds.
"Oh, hey, Dad." Kishu calmly said, noticing Trunks.
Kishu is nine years old with short spiky black hair and blue eyes.
Like most boys his age, Kishu is starting to become interested in video games but still likes playing outside. Trunks, Vegeta, and Bulma ensured that Kishu and his siblings didn't become too consumed with electronics. He really only likes wearing short-sleeved shirts with a zipper sweater and shorts or pants; he will not wear overalls. He has two favorite stuffed animals, several toy cars, trains, construction toys, and video games. He is usually getting into some kind of trouble, but he's also generally very careful. He's where Teddy gets it from. He also loves climbing things; he's been climbing on things since before he could walk. He loves his grandma very dearly, but he's more of a grandpa's boy and takes after him; when he turns nine, Trunks said he could start learning how to fight like him and his father. He is also a full Saiyan.
"Don't "oh, hey, Dad" me. You know Grandpa's rules: no earbuds in this house right after school. You can't wear them until after dinner—especially on the first day of summer. Now, I don't want to hear any kind of arguing; I'm not going to yell at or punish you. Just go wait out by your sister while I get your brother." Trunks explained as calmly as he could.
"Yes, of course. Sorry." Kishu apologized, heading to the living room.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Knickers, are you ok in there?" Trunks asked as calmly as he could.
"Yeah?" Knickers answered, more as a question.
"Knickers don't lie to me. Listen to me very carefully: no matter what happened, I still love you. I will always love you. Whatever's bothering you, we can talk about it. But that can only happen if you come out of there. And right now, I really need you to get out of there; we need to get going." Trunks calmly but seriously and urgently said through the bathroom door.
"What's going on? Are we moving right now?" Knickers questioned, concerned, opening the door right away.
Knickers is eleven years old (but will be twelve soon) with straight, shoulder-length dark purple hair and black eyes with glasses.
When he was about two, Knickers was in an accident that messed his eyes up so much that he needed a special pair of glasses. They were given to him by some witch—who owed Goku for something or other.
Instead of using his wish (from the witch), Goku used it to help Knickers.
Knickers isn't like most boys his age—well, he is—and he isn't. He's interested in video games but prefers building model trains, plains, and boats; he also loves puzzles and reading. He doesn't really like going outside and doing stuff like sports or anything like that. Recently, Knickers started noticing that he's not interested in girls like his friends. He will wear just about anything as long as it's not too fancy; he's not all that picky. He has one favorite stuffed animal, plus a few others; he gave one to his brother and sister. For the most part, he doesn't have any toys; he just has video games, puzzles, model sets, and a lot of books. Between him, Kishu, and Teddy, he is the most well behaved and helps out the most; he even helps with his brother and sister. He tries to spend equal time with Bulma and Vegeta; he bakes with Bulma and trains with Vegeta so he can help protect his family and friends. He is also a full Saiyan.
"No, we're not moving right at this very moment. I'll explain it on the way. Now, come on; let's get going. We can also talk about what's bothering you in the car." Trunks very seriously repeated himself.
"Ok." Knickers said as they walked to the others.
"Are we moving now, Daddy?" Teddy asked.
"Nope; we're going on a little trip." Trunks said, picking her up.
"Where are we going?" Kishu asked, very interested.
"It's a surprise." Trunks said as they all headed to the door.
"Don't worry about getting your shoes on right now; just grab them and go to the van. You can put them on in there. Knickers, can you grab Teddy's shoes as well? Please?" Trunks asked when he noticed Knickers and Kishu about to get their tennis shoes.
"Ok…" Knickers and Kishu said, both somewhat shocked; it was always get your shoes on first.
'I wonder what's going on. Whatever it is, it must be important or something. Maybe it has to do with that phone call.' Knickers thought to himself as he grabbed his and Teddy's shoes and headed out to the van with Kishu.
'I guess it's a good thing I got a minivan two months ago.' Trunks thought to himself, sighing as he started walking to the door.
"Trunks?" Bulma asked, stopping him just as he got to the door.
"Yeah?" Trunks asked in a hurry.
"Can we follow along? We'd like to, you know—go and see everything as well." Bulma said, trying not to give anything away to Teddy.
"Yeah, sure; that's fine. But we really have to go now." Trunks said, heading to the van.
"Uh-uh-uh. What do you think you're doing?" Trunks asked, looking at Kishu, who was sitting in the front.
"Getting ready to go." Kishu said simply.
"Not in the front, you're not. You're still not tall enough—or even weigh enough to sit in the front seat; Knickers sits in the front." Trunks sternly stated.
"Aww man!" Kishu complained as he got out and went to the back.
"Eventually you'll be able to sit in the front; you just need to get a little taller and gain some more weight." Trunks said as he got Teddy in her car seat while Knickers got in the front.
"Daddy, do I have to sit in the car seat?" Teddy asked once she was strapped in.
"Yes, you do. … You're still too little to not be in one. Maybe another year or two you won't have to." Trunks said as he shut her door and got in the driver's seat.
Fifteen Minutes Later:
"So—where are we going? Does this have anything to do with that phone call you were on earlier?" Knickers asked once they were on the road, and everything settled down; he was hoping he wasn't going to make his dad mad.
"*Sigh…* Yes, this has everything to do with that phone call. Now, before any of you freak out; we're not going for any of you. But we're heading to the next city over to a hospital." Trunks explained, pausing to see what Kishu and Teddy were going to do.
None of them liked the doctors, but Knickers went without complaint; Kishu and Teddy, on the other hand, always put up a fight.
"Why? Kishu curiously asked, while Teddy just stared at the front.
"Well… How do I explain this? None of you are old enough for the details. Umm… So, roughly four years ago, I went out for a night with Uncle Goten. At the time you three were eight, five, and two. Do any of you remember that?" Trunks asked calmly.
"I do." Knickers honestly answered.
"Kind of." Kishu answered, confused.
"No." Teddy softly answered.
"It's perfectly ok. Anyway, I went out with Uncle Goten and we both drank and became drunk…" Trunks continued to explain before being interrupted.
"I thought you didn't drink and get drunk." Kishu said right away.
"Let me get one thing perfectly straight; I don't get drunk—anymore. Every now and then (while at home) I have two to four beers. But I no longer drink hard liquor—which at your age, you don't need to know about. But as I was saying: that night, Uncle Goten and I went out, had a good time, drank a little and then we went our separate ways until the next day. Now, the reason we went our separate ways was because I ran into an old acquaintance—who just happened to be a girl. We talked and got reacquainted, drank some more… And then, we left the bar—together and did something incredibly stupid. I made a mistake that night—a big mistake. But until you all get a little older, I will not be explaining that to you. Now, what I am going to say next, comes roughly nine months after that mistake." Trunks explained and then sighed.
"Do we have another younger brother or sister?" Knickers asked, finally understanding what was going on; he had already had talks like this before. Granted, they were both slightly different.
"We have a younger brother or sister?!" Kishu and Teddy asked, shocked yet happy.
"Yes…" Trunks started, only to be interrupted.
"Congratulations." Knickers said right away; he loved being an older brother.
"Really?! That's so cool! Is it a boy or a girl? I hope it's a boy." Kishu cheerfully stated.
"No! It has to be a girl; I want a little sister! We need another girl!" Teddy yelled.
"No—another boy!" Kishu yelled.
"Teddy, Kishu, quit your yelling. We're in a small space. Inside voices, please. And no fighting in the van either. If I have to pull this van over, you both know what'll happen." Trunks warned strictly, looking in the rearview mirror.
"Yes, Daddy." Teddy softly replied.
"Sorry…" Kishu mumbled.
"Wait. Four years ago? Wouldn't that make our little brother or sister three?" Knickers asked, slightly confused.
"Firstly: it's not one sibling; it's two. Your younger siblings are twins. And you're both getting what you want." Trunks calmly answered.
"What does that mean?" Kishu and Teddy asked, confused.
"It means you're getting a brother and sister. Their names are Elm and Lily. And currently, they're two—but will be three within the next month or two. Their mother kept them away from me—from us. Don't ask me why because I don't know." Trunks explained as he continued to drive.
"But now she's letting us see them?" Knickers asked, looking at his dad.
"Well—that's not quite it. Their mother died in a car accident—and she was taking a lot of drugs." Trunks explained, sighing here and there.
"Drugs are bad!" Teddy cried out.
"Yes, they are." Trunks agreed, with a smile.
"Why would she do that?" Kishu asked, confused.
"Umm… Well—the best way I can explain that to you right now is that she was an extremely sick woman. Anyway, the person I was talking to on the phone was a doctor at the hospital they're at; he told me about them. There is another man there as well; his name is Coast Peer…" Trunks started but was interrupted.
"Is he a family member of theirs? Is trying to take them?" Knickers asked, panicking; he was very family orientated.
Knickers was never jealous of having younger siblings; in fact, he wanted as many as he could get.
"He can't have them!" Kishu and Teddy cried, frustration starting to come out.
"Relax. Breathe. He's not their family. I don't know who or what they have for family. But we'll figure something out when we get to that. Mr. Coast Peer is with Social and Child Protective services. He's the lead on their case…" Trunks started to explain, only to be interrupted again.
"Is he going to take them from you because you have three kids already? Are we already too many? If so, you can give me up to someone else." Knickers thoughtfully stated, causing Trunks to pull over in shock.
"Knickers, you're not going anywhere. None of you are. I love all three of you too much to get rid of you. No, there's not too many of you; he's not taking them away because I have the three of you. Besides, I know plenty of families who have well over five kids. He's there because their mom died and was on drugs and…" Trunks started, only to be interrupted again—this time by his mom, tapping on the window.
"Is everything ok?" Bulma asked, concerned when Trunks rolled down the window.
"Yeah, everything's fine, Mom. I'm explaining what's going on to the best of my ability—with their ages." Trunks replied, running his hand through his hair.
"Oh—ok. What have you told them?" Bulma asked, being nosey.
"That they have two new siblings and to an extent of what's going on. Why the twins are at the hospital—and why they didn't get to come live with us when they were babies. Right now, I'm trying to explain to them that the twins' social worker isn't going to take them from us because I already have the three of them. And that, no matter what happens, I will love all of them just the same—and that nobody is going anywhere." Trunks explained as calmly as he could.
"Ok. Well, we should get going; it's going to be dark soon." Bulma calmly stated.
However, Trunks could hear the worry and concern in her voice.
"Right. Well, let's get going then." Trunks sighed, rolling his window up before Bulma went back to her vehicle.
Five Minutes of Awkward Silence Later:
"Ok… So, where was I?" Trunks asked as he drove along.
"You were talking about Coast Peer and who he is—and why he was Elm and Lily's case worker person. You said that their mother died because of a car accident and drugs. And then Grandma knocked on the window." Knickers answered.
"Right. And you understand—you all understand that none of you are going anywhere, correct?" Trunks seriously asked.
"Yes." All three replied.
"Are we going to get to keep our little brother and sister?" Teddy asked softly.
"Well—I'm going to see what I can do. I'm hoping we can bring them home. If I have to, I'll fight to get them." Trunks sternly stated.
"Ok." All three replied, satisfied with that answer.
"Now, this last thing is very important. I don't know how this is all going to go down—as in: I don't know if you'll be able to go into their room. Now, let me talk. At this point, I'm getting annoyed with being interrupted. They are both very sick; the doctor told me they are getting over pneumonia. Teddy and Knickers: you both know what that's like; you've both had pneumonia before. Their mother also wasn't a very nice lady; she hurt your brother and sister—apparently a lot." Trunks said, sighing in annoyance; it severely pisses him off that not only did someone lay their hands on his children, but that the person who did, was their own mother.
"She abused them? You mean, she hit them and stuff like that?" Knickers asked, very shocked.
"That's right; you're learning about neglect and abuse now, aren't you?" Trunks asked, completely forgetting about the pamphlets that were sent to him from all three schools.
Four siblings were abused so badly by their dad and stepmom that they were killed. The oldest was only thirteen, and the youngest was only five; the two in between were eight and eleven.
That was three months ago. Now, all schools were educating their students about neglect and abuse—and how to spot it so that they can try to help or get them help.
Trunks thought that was fantastic—and about damn time.
Knickers is a smart kid; Trunks had already been teaching him about this kind of stuff.
"Yeah; I learned about it two months ago." Knickers replied.
"My school learned about it last month and Teddy's school just learned about it two weeks ago." Kishu spoke after Knickers.
Teddy was on the verge of crying; she couldn't understand why someone could hurt someone else like that.
"Teddy, it's ok. The twins are safe now; their mother can't hurt them anymore. Hopefully, we'll get to bring them home with us and they'll be safe and happy for the rest of their lives. Ok? Everything's going to be just fine." Trunks said as calmly as he could.
"O-ok." Teddy stuttered while Kishu rubbed her back.
After about five minutes, Teddy was asleep, and Kishu was looking out his window.
"How much longer 'til we get there?" Kishu asked, bored.
"Don't you have your DS thing with you?" Trunks asked, looking in the rearview mirror.
"Yes. But I didn't think you'd want me using it." Kishu replied, looking up.
"Do you have your earbuds?" Trunks asked.
"Yes." Kishu answered.
"This is going to be a long car ride yet; we've got two or so hours left to go. Go ahead and play your game with your earbuds in so you don't wake your sister. I'll let you know when you have to stop playing." Trunks calmly said.
"Ok. Thank you." Kishu thanked, gladly getting everything ready.
Once Trunks was sure Kishu couldn't hear him, he spoke to Knickers, "so, what's wrong?"
"What do you mean?" Knickers asked, confused.
"Before we left the house, you were locked in the bathroom. You're my son; I know when something's wrong or not right. So, I'll ask again. What's going on with you as of late? You've been very withdrawn these past two weeks. You're nearly twelve; you're going to be in your first year of middle school next year. You do well in school, and you're always so well behaved and happy. I figured I'd let you come to me. But it's been two weeks—and you just locked yourself up. And not just in the bathroom, but inside yourself as well. You're not self-harming or making yourself vomit, are you?" Trunks sternly asked, worried.
"What? No! I would never! Eww!" Knickers exclaimed, disgusted.
"Then what is going on?" Trunks asked, pulling into a Wac-A-Burger, so they could get something to eat on the go.
"I don't know. I think there's something wrong with me." Knickers admitted, looking down.
"How so?" Trunks asked as they pulled around to the drive-thru.
"I don't want you to hate—or be disappointed in me." Knickers said, still looking down.
"One: I could never hate you; I love and will always love you. And two: unless you purposely failed miserably in all your classes, you're bullying someone, or something along those lines, I could never be disappointed in you." Trunks said, making Knickers look up at him.
"I think I'm broke; I don't like girls like my friends do. I'm not noticing that girls are developing or changing. I don't stare at them like other guys at school." Knickers explained.
"You're not broke. I'm extremely proud that you're not staring at girls; that's just creepy." Trunks somewhat seriously—but also partially joking replied.
"I don't think I like girls like that at all. I think I like other guys in that way; them, I notice." Knickers said, getting Trunks's attention.
"Oh. You're saying you think you're gay. Is that all? I thought it was something more serious. Listen to me—and listen carefully. There is nothing wrong with being gay; it's just who you are. I don't care if you're straight, gay, bi, or even transgender—or whatever it is that is. Honestly, transgender is a little weird to me… But if that's who you are, I'll support you. You, your brothers, and sisters: you five are the most important people in my life—along with everyone else in the family. I love you no matter what or who you are or who you love. As long as you don't rape or abuse anyone, I will love and support you; so will your brothers, sisters, grandparents, aunt, uncle, cousins, and all of our friends. And if someone can't accept you for who you are, then they aren't worth you, your time—or your friendship. Do you understand me and what I am saying to you? I do not care if you are gay. I only care that you are doing well and are ok." Trunks very seriously explained.
"Yes." Knickers replied, very emotional as tears flowed freely down his cheeks.
"I'd hug you, but we're strapped in and we're coming up soon. But always know that I love you." Trunks said, placing his hand on Knickers's head.
"I love you too, Dad." Knickers replied, still very emotional.
"Good. Now get your brother's attention and get him to wake your sister so we can get dinner." Trunks calmly said as they were two cars away from the speakers.
"Ok." Knickers did as he was told, turning to the backseat.
Two Hours Later:
"Are we finally here?" Kishu asked as they pulled into the hospital parking lot; his DS had died about half an hour ago.
"Yes, we're here." Trunks answered as he finally found a place to park—where his parents could park next to him.
That parking lot was hectic.
"Are we going to meet our brother and sister?" Teddy asked, looking around.
"We'll see. I have to see what's going on first." Trunks answered as he, Knickers, and Kishu got out of the van; he then helped Teddy out.
"Daddy?" Teddy asked as Trunks picked her up.
"Yes, what is it?" Trunks asked as they met up with his parents.
"Can I walk?" Teddy asked, looking at the ground.
"Maybe when we get inside; there's too many cars here. I don't want you walking in this craziness. Which reminds me, Kishu, stay by me or your grandparents; Knickers, be careful." Trunks sternly ordered.
"Yes, Dad." Kishu and Knickers answered while Teddy held onto Trunks's shoulders.
Once inside, it was a little calmer, but there were still a lot of people.
"Can I get down now?" Teddy asked again.
"Sure. But do not let go of Grandma's or Grandpa's hands. I'm gonna go figure out where we have to go. If you let go of their hands even once, one of them will be picking you up and holding you until I get back. Do you understand?" Trunks sternly asked.
"Yes, Daddy." Teddy replied with a smile before Trunks set her down; she took Bulma's hand.
"I can help who's next." A receptionist calmly called.
Trunks was next.
"How may I help you?" The receptionist politely asked.
"I'm not a hundred percent sure. My name is Trunks Briefs. A Dr. Hashita called me earlier today; he said that my twins, Elm and Lily, were here. Their mother and they were in a car accident; their mother didn't make it. There's also a social worker called Coast Peer." Trunks explained as best as he could.
The lady could tell he was unsure; she just smiled politely at him.
"Please just give me a second and I'll figure out where you need to go, Sir." The receptionist politely responded.
"Thank you." Trunks replied as he waited.
With Vegeta, Bulma & Kids:
"What do you think's taking so damn long?" Vegeta impatiently questioned as they stood near a wall.
"Be patient, Dear; it'll all get figured out—one way or another." Bulma calmly said, holding Teddy's hand.
"Grandma, what's gay?" Teddy asked, looking up at Bulma.
"Hmm? Why do you ask, Dear?" Bulma asked, looking at Teddy along with Vegeta and her brothers.
"Daddy and Knickers were talking; Knickers said he thought there was something wrong with him and that he didn't want to make daddy mad. They talked about a lot of confusing things and then daddy said that Knickers was gay; he thought it was something bad. He said that he loved us no matter what or who we loved." Teddy explained as best as she could.
Knickers was shocked that she heard all that, but he wasn't mad at her.
"Is that why you've been so moody lately?" Vegeta asked, looking at Knickers.
"Vegeta, leave him alone. Knickers, your father is right; we'll love you no matter what or who you love. Just like we love Kishu and Teddy no matter what. I'm sure we'll love your new brother and sister just as much—no matter what. You can always come to your dad or us if you're upset or having some kind of problem; we can and will help you—all of you." Bulma sincerely stated, hugging Knickers.
"Thank you." Knickers replied, hugging Bulma in return.
"Don't you ever be afraid to talk to us—about anything. I don't give a crap about who you love—just so long as you're happy and this other person doesn't hurt you." Vegeta gruffly responded.
"Thank you." Knickers said with a smile.
"But what does gay mean?" Teddy asked again.
"Being gay means he likes men instead of girls." Kishu explained, looking at Teddy.
"Oh… So you don't like me?" Teddy asked, confused and hurt.
"No, of course, I love you." Knickers said right away.
"Being gay means that he loves someone (guys) like Grandpa, and I love each other. Or like Aunt Bulla and Uncle Goten love each other. He loves you, but not in that way." Bulma explained, getting Teddy to understand—only for her to ask a new question.
"Oh. So, who do you love?" Teddy asked, very curious, causing Knickers to blush.
"Umm… No one yet." Knickers answered, blushing like crazy.
"Oh. Well, I hope you find someone soon." Teddy said with a smile.
"Kishu, do you have anything you want to say to your brother?" Bulma asked, giving Kishu "the look."
"Guy or girl—or some type of alien or whatever—they had better not take you away from us." Kishu said, folding his arms across his chest.
"Never." Knickers said with a smile.
"Ok, come on; let's get going. Trunks is calling us to come over." Vegeta stated, noticing Trunks waving at them. Kind of hard not to; Vegeta hasn't stopped staring in Trunks's direction.
"Ok, come on kids." Bulma cheerfully ordered as they all walked over to Trunks.
"So, what took you so long?" Vegeta asked, looking directly at Trunks.
"Vegeta, behave! Where are we going? Are we allowed to go with?" Bulma asked after smacking Vegeta over the head.
"It's fine, Mom. I didn't really know how to ask or explain what I needed—so that took a few minutes. The receptionist then called up to Dr. Hashita and got things figured out. We are going up to the fifth floor. And for right now, all I know is that you can come up with. I still don't know if you'll be able to come into the room or not. So for now, let's head to the elevators." Trunks sighed as they started walking.
"Can I push the button, Daddy?" Teddy asked just before they got to the elevators.
"Sure. Up button." Trunks calmly replied with a smile; he at least had his oldest three and parents with him for support.
Teddy pushed the button, and the elevator came down from the third floor.
"Kishu, do you want to push any of the buttons?" Trunks asked, looking at his younger son.
"Sure. 5 , right?" Kishu asked; he knew he was asking because Teddy was too short to reach anything past the " 2 " button. And right now, Teddy didn't want to be picked up.
"Yep." Trunks replied as the doors to the elevator closed.
After about a minute and a half, they reached the fifth floor.
"That was the longest elevator ride in my entire life…" Vegeta and Knickers moaned, walking off the elevator.
That was one of the things Vegeta and Knickers had in common; they both hated elevators.
"Now where to?" Bulma asked, ignoring her husband and grandson. They survived and weren't trapped; that's all that matters.
"Follow me." Trunks said, taking three steps forward and then turned left.
"May I help you?" A receptionist asked as soon as she saw Trunks turn the corner.
"Yes, I'm looking for the Children's Ward; I am looking for my twins, Elm and Lily Briefs." Trunks replied.
"Ahh yes. We were told you were coming up. The Children's Ward is on this floor—on the other side of the building. Go all the way down that hall behind you until you hit a fork. From there, go right until you see the large sign hanging on the left side of the wall; it'll tell you exactly where you need to go from there. Once you get there, you will be met by either Dr. Hashita or Mr. Peer." The receptionist politely instructed with a kind smile.
"Thank you." Trunks thanked with a small smile and a sigh as he turned to leave.
"Now where are we being told to go?" Vegeta asked, somewhat annoyed.
"Vegeta, behave…" Bulma responded, annoyed with his attitude at the moment; this was not the time or place for it.
"We're going to the Children's Ward—all the way down this hall and to the right until we see a sign that says: "Children's Ward." There we will be met by Dr. Hashita or the Social worker." Trunks explained as they started walking.
"Daddy, I want up now." Teddy softly said about halfway down the long hallway that seemed to go on forever.
"Ok." Trunks calmly said, picking her up before continuing to walk on.
Once they got to the "fork" in the hall, they turned right and continued. It didn't take them long to find the sign, which was in an area that split off into three directions:
Children's Ward was to the left Senior's Ward was to the right And continuing straight was for staff only
Once they walked down that hall, it was only a few feet to a door.
"Here we go…" Trunks sighed, opening the door.
As soon as they entered the large waiting area, they were approached by a man in a suit.
"You must be Trunks and company." The man calmly said, walking up to them.
"Yes. I'm Trunks and this is most of my family. This is my mom, Bulma, my dad, Vegeta, my oldest, Knickers, my second child, Kishu, and my third child, Teddy." Trunks introduced everyone after shaking the suit's hand.
"Ahh, I see. I am Coast Peer; I am working on the twins' case. Did Dr. Hashita explain to you why they were here?" Mr. Peer asked, looking at Trunks.
"Yes." Trunks calmly answered.
"So, you're all human?" Mr. Peer asked, looking at Trunks.
"No; we're Saiyans." Trunks answered.
"We're a race for proud warriors!" Vegeta exclaimed, very proud of his race.
"Ignore him. Let them talk, will you?" Bulma asked, looking at her husband.
"Hmph. Fine…" Vegeta mumbled.
"Do you have any underlying features that may be passed down to your children?" Mr. Peer questioned.
"Ape tails. But those are to be removed for safety reasons." Trunks explained.
"Well, they don't have any ape tails…" Mr. Peer replied, writing things down.
"Do they have cat features?" Trunks asked right away.
"Yes—ears and tails. Do anyone on your side of the family have any underlying medical problems?" Mr. Peer answered and then went onto a different question.
"Not that I'm aware of…" Trunks replied, thinking about it.
"My dad has type 2 diabetes. But he was just diagnosed with that about a year or so ago." Bulma chimed in.
"Thank you. Anything on your side, Sir?" Mr. Peer asked, looking at Vegeta.
"No; my family is healthy as a horse." Vegeta replied, trying not to sound—well, like him.
"Ok. Well, I'm assuming you're all really interested in meeting Elm and Lily." Mr. Peer calmly stated—with a hint of something in his voice.
"You have no idea." Knickers said, becoming antsy.
"Uhh… Mom, Dad, could you take the kids over there for a little bit?" Trunks asked, looking at his parents.
"Dad, what's going on?" Knickers asked, looking at his dad.
"Not right now; just let me and Mr. Peer talk." Trunks sternly instructed but got a defiant/determined look from Knickers.
"I will let you know what's going on when I'm done talking with him. Go. Behave." Trunks sincerely, but sternly promised.
"Fine…" Knickers mumbled, walking over to a play area, sat down, and read a magazine.
"Thanks…" Trunks sighed, looking at his parents.
"No problem. Come on kids—Vegeta." Bulma instructed, dragging Vegeta by the ear to the play area while Kishu and Teddy walked over.
"So…" Mr. Peer started.
"Who wants custody of them?" Trunks demanded, looking directly at Mr. Peer.
"Wow—right to it. Well, Luna's parents have been here, looking for the rights to them. However, I dug into their background and their kids growing up. Now I see where Luna learned her parenting from; they were just as abusive. They had eight kids total: seven of the eight ended up in the emergency room multiple times with multiple different injuries. I talked to all the living siblings; the oldest three moved out of the country to get away. They don't want Elm or Luna, as they have kids of their own and don't want to come back here. The next two died in an "accidental fire." Next is Len—he's a good guy; he said he'd take the twins if you declined to take them. But then an hour ago, changed his mind. After Len was Luna. And then the youngest wants nothing to do with them. Which is probably a good thing as he was the only one to never end up in the emergency room—except for appendicitis when he was nine. And just a few months ago, he had his gallbladder removed." Mr. Peer explained.
"Where are they now?" Trunks asked, looking around.
"Grandparents and their youngest were escorted out of the building and are currently barred from the Children's Ward. Len left about an hour ago; he wanted me to give you this." Mr. Peer said, handing Trunks a folded-up piece of paper that said " DON'T OPEN AND READ UNTIL YOU TELL THE SUIT YOUR DECISION " in big, bold letters.
"With that said, what is your decision? You have three option—" Mr. Peer started, only to be interrupted.
"I want them." Trunks said right away.
"What?" Mr. Peer asked, stunned.
"I want my kids. Yes, I am aware that I have three kids already. I am also aware that Elm and Lily are three and I didn't get the chance to raise and get to know them. I am very aware they were badly abused, and it will take time to get their trust. But I think these kids are meant to be with me and my kids; they already have my last name. That, and my older kids want their brother and sister to come home as well. So long as that's a current option, I don't want to hear any other options. If that's not an option, I am prepared to fight for them in court." Trunks thoughtfully answered, causing Mr. Peer to smile at him.
"Well, ok then. However, I still have to go over all your options. So, the options were adoption if you didn't want them. Foster care if you needed time. And of course, you have the option to keep them; they are your kids after all. Just read these papers over, sign them and hand them back to me. I'll be right here if you want to sit down." Mr. Peer said, handing Trunks a stack of papers and a clipboard.
"Thank you." Trunks said, finding a spot to sit down—away from the play area so he could concentrate.
Fifteen Minutes Later:
Trunks just finished reading and signing everything.
"All done?" Mr. Peer asked as Trunks walked over to him.
"Yes, Sir." Trunks replied, handing Mr. Peer the papers.
"Here is your copy for proof and such. Now, I am very well aware that your family would like to meet the twins as well. And that's just fine. However, in cases like these—for at least for an hour or so, we just want it to be you and if you want, your oldest. Because of how abused these two were, they're suffering with PTSD and don't do well with large groups of people coming in at once. So, you and your oldest can come in. And then after an hour or so, one of your parents can bring one of the other children in. And finally, an hour after that, the last two can come in. Does that sound fair?" Mr. Peer asked, looking at Trunks.
"Yeah, that's fine. Can you tell me anything about Elm and Lily?" Trunks asked, looking at Mr. Peer.
"Well, the boy, Elm: he has OCD, ADHD, is very smart for his age and loves to talk. The girl, Lily: she has ADD, mild autism, asthma, anxiety, is a little slower, and doesn't talk—or at least she hasn't since she's been here. It should be noted that he is very protective of her. They do have several bruises, but they are pretty much all hidden under clothes; he has a few on his legs while she has a few on her arms. I don't believe they've had any of their shots except for rabies. They were bitten by dogs who tested positive for rabies; that was a life or death situation. Otherwise, because you're their father, doctors need your permission to give them any type of injections—unless it's life or death. But that's all I know. You'll see what they look like when you get in there. But anyway, the sun's going down; you should probably tell your family the plan for meeting the twins and then come back to me. I'll take you and your oldest to meet them." Mr. Peer explained and then calmly said.
"Ok." Trunks sighed before going over to his parents and kids.
"What's going on? Are we going to get to keep them or do they have other family?" Knickers was the first to ask.
"Do we at least get to meet them?" Bulma asked, seeing a look she's never seen on Trunks's face before.
"They do have other family, but they're not getting them; Luna's parents were abusive to all, but one of their kids. Luna's oldest three siblings live in a different country and the next two are dead. One is good, but he opted out of taking them. And the youngest is on the parents' side. So, to answer your first and the first part of your second questions: once the twins are well and healthy enough to leave, they will be coming home with us." Trunks explained, answering everyone's questions, earning yays and hoorays from his kids—and tears from his mother.
Vegeta was trying to be stoic but was failing miserably as a tear or two slipped out of the corners of his eyes—and he gave a small smile.
"When can we meet them?" Bulma eagerly asked.
"Well, here's the thing… Because of how abused and neglected they were, Elm and Lily have PTSD and she has anxiety. He also has OCD and ADHD while she has ADD, mild autism, asthma, and doesn't talk. Also, I guess he's smart for his age, while she's a little slower—whatever the hell that means. But anyway, for now, Mr. Peer would like it if I went in with just Knickers at first for about an hour or so, so that they don't feel crowded or suffocated. Does that make sense?" Trunks asked, looking at everyone.
"Why does Knickers get to meet them, and we don't?" Kishu asked right away.
"I didn't say that, did I? I said: for the first hour, it's just going to be me and Knickers. After that time, someone will come get one parent and one child to come back. And then, after another hour the last two will come in. With that said, I would like it if Kishu come in first after me and Knickers. I don't say that because you're older than Teddy; I say that, because you tend to get loud. The last thing we need, is for them to meet you last and be all wound up. I don't care which parent comes in first. Do you understand?" Trunks asked, looking at his kids—and parents.
"Yes." Everyone replied.
"Come on, Knickers." Trunks sighed, standing up before walking back to Mr. Peer.
"Are you ready?" Mr. Peer asked with a kind smile.
"Yeah." Trunks and Knickers said at the same time.
"Then follow me." Mr. Peer said as he led them through a door…