Disclaimer :: All Characters - Copyrighted - Akira Toriyama
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It was a mid-winter afternoon and Vegeta had trained long and hard all day. He had refreshed up in the shower and eagerly awaited his wife Bulma's arrival home, along with his new born baby son Trunks. He remembered the small purple tuff of hair on Trunk's head, and the ki beam his son sent flying through the hospital roof, as all the nurses fled with fear out of the room.
Vegeta heartedly chuckled, his arms crossed tightly and his eyes clamped shut. He took in the sight with such joy, not only was the far inferior Human Race, he'd loathed but come to embraced been taught a thing or two about Saiyan babies, it happened to be his Heir which unleashed a torrent of Energy upon them, narrowly missing but destroying hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of equipment.
Suddenly thoughts of Bulma flooded Vegeta's memory, after the birth of their son Bulma marveled at their child, a look full of compassion shown on her face as she drifted into a peaceful sleep. Her eyes had their "In the moment" Depth Element. Though Vegeta never would admit it, he was entranced every time by it. Bulma's eyes would allure and captivate even the most of cruel beings. Vegeta never in a million days would have thought this to be true of himself. How one woman could change his Ice Cold Heart, how everything she made him feel was like a warm hand, enclosed around his once savage heart. Vegeta's thoughts were interrupted as he felt two ki levels approaching. Nervously he knew whose they were. His wife and his son's.
::Amazing?:: Thought Vegeta. ::My son has a readable ki level?::
Vegeta began making his way into Doctor Brief's laboratory, he peeked in catching a glimpse of Doctor Briefs working away on a new invention. Vegeta deliberately mumbled, making Doctor Briefs jump a little. The Doctor was forced to part from his invention. Slowly Dr Briefs raised his eyes up over the thin wired frames encircling his eyes. His eyebrows raising all the while as his attention diverted to Vegeta.
"Ohh Vegeta." Doctor Briefs boasted. "And what may i ask brings you here my boy?" His moustache moving with the curve of his lips as he managed to muffle out his tired words.
Expecting a snappy order from Vegeta, the Doctor let out an inside groan. :: Another Gravitron down the drain, or more like... scattered all over my backyard... ::
"I've just come to let you know that Bulma and my.." Vegeta stuttered "That my, my son are on their way."
Vegeta was lost in his thoughts ::A child? A baby... My son?... a mere brat... but my son::
Doctor Briefs chuckled as he felt Vegeta's mixture of emotions, feelings he had never experienced. Doctor Briefs looked on as Vegeta left with a thought that his grandson really couldn't have had a better father, underneath his intimidating, mean, cold hearted exterior Vegeta could be quite faithful, secure and loyal. How relieved the Doctor was that for once it wasn't a request for a more fitting Gravitron.
Slowly making his way to the lounge Vegeta heard the television. Weeping, moping and a little hissing could be made amongst the soppy tears, nose sniffs and tissue blows.
"Hmmmm the woman's mother," He grumbled "Her blasted soaps again."
Vegeta stood in the doorway to the lounge where Mrs Briefs was catching the end of her soap opera. How much he wanted to point a flat palm at the screen, and end the On-going torrent of half assed Love Stories, Tales of Affairs, and of course Corporate Domination. Vegeta could feel his head starting to shake slowly in dismay. He tried at least for once not to be so prudent. But with all his effort... He let himself continue on just for a few seconds, before his cold gaze fixed upon the ever cheerful face of Mrs Briefs.
"Ohh Vegeta!" Smiled Mrs Briefs. "Come to join me?" Mrs Briefs asked. "This is just getting good !! You couldn't have come at a better time, my suspicions of Marcus and Debra were right all along, would you fancy a cup of tea to tense up before they're revealed?"
"No !!" Choked Vegeta. His face shocked at the thought of having to endure a screening of Soaps. "I've just come to let you know Bulma and the brat will be here soon." Spat Vegeta.
In delight Mrs Briefs ran to Vegeta. Her giddiness causing her to leap up and down in bounds as she approached Vegeta. Of course he could have easily glided away and out the back door before she reached him, but he decided the moment wasn't entirely fitting to do so.
"Ohh soon you're going to be a daddy, you're going to enjoy the challenge after all you do like challenges don't you?" cooed a curious Mrs Briefs.
Vegeta began to think about fatherhood, he'd never had a role model before, what was he to do? Feeling lost Vegeta nervously twitched as he felt his entire body engulf with a wave of goose bumps. Could he possibly turn to that old man in the Lab? Or would he be able to let his instincts come out... Vegeta folded his arms tightly, closing his eyes tightly as he felt Mrs Briefs cheery eyes smiling upon him.
"Hmph." Was all Vegeta could manage
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It was a mid-winter afternoon and Vegeta had trained long and hard all day. He had refreshed up in the shower and eagerly awaited his wife Bulma's arrival home, along with his new born baby son Trunks. He remembered the small purple tuff of hair on Trunk's head, and the ki beam his son sent flying through the hospital roof, as all the nurses fled with fear out of the room.
Vegeta heartedly chuckled, his arms crossed tightly and his eyes clamped shut. He took in the sight with such joy, not only was the far inferior Human Race, he'd loathed but come to embraced been taught a thing or two about Saiyan babies, it happened to be his Heir which unleashed a torrent of Energy upon them, narrowly missing but destroying hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of equipment.
Suddenly thoughts of Bulma flooded Vegeta's memory, after the birth of their son Bulma marveled at their child, a look full of compassion shown on her face as she drifted into a peaceful sleep. Her eyes had their "In the moment" Depth Element. Though Vegeta never would admit it, he was entranced every time by it. Bulma's eyes would allure and captivate even the most of cruel beings. Vegeta never in a million days would have thought this to be true of himself. How one woman could change his Ice Cold Heart, how everything she made him feel was like a warm hand, enclosed around his once savage heart. Vegeta's thoughts were interrupted as he felt two ki levels approaching. Nervously he knew whose they were. His wife and his son's.
::Amazing?:: Thought Vegeta. ::My son has a readable ki level?::
Vegeta began making his way into Doctor Brief's laboratory, he peeked in catching a glimpse of Doctor Briefs working away on a new invention. Vegeta deliberately mumbled, making Doctor Briefs jump a little. The Doctor was forced to part from his invention. Slowly Dr Briefs raised his eyes up over the thin wired frames encircling his eyes. His eyebrows raising all the while as his attention diverted to Vegeta.
"Ohh Vegeta." Doctor Briefs boasted. "And what may i ask brings you here my boy?" His moustache moving with the curve of his lips as he managed to muffle out his tired words.
Expecting a snappy order from Vegeta, the Doctor let out an inside groan. :: Another Gravitron down the drain, or more like... scattered all over my backyard... ::
"I've just come to let you know that Bulma and my.." Vegeta stuttered "That my, my son are on their way."
Vegeta was lost in his thoughts ::A child? A baby... My son?... a mere brat... but my son::
Doctor Briefs chuckled as he felt Vegeta's mixture of emotions, feelings he had never experienced. Doctor Briefs looked on as Vegeta left with a thought that his grandson really couldn't have had a better father, underneath his intimidating, mean, cold hearted exterior Vegeta could be quite faithful, secure and loyal. How relieved the Doctor was that for once it wasn't a request for a more fitting Gravitron.
Slowly making his way to the lounge Vegeta heard the television. Weeping, moping and a little hissing could be made amongst the soppy tears, nose sniffs and tissue blows.
"Hmmmm the woman's mother," He grumbled "Her blasted soaps again."
Vegeta stood in the doorway to the lounge where Mrs Briefs was catching the end of her soap opera. How much he wanted to point a flat palm at the screen, and end the On-going torrent of half assed Love Stories, Tales of Affairs, and of course Corporate Domination. Vegeta could feel his head starting to shake slowly in dismay. He tried at least for once not to be so prudent. But with all his effort... He let himself continue on just for a few seconds, before his cold gaze fixed upon the ever cheerful face of Mrs Briefs.
"Ohh Vegeta!" Smiled Mrs Briefs. "Come to join me?" Mrs Briefs asked. "This is just getting good !! You couldn't have come at a better time, my suspicions of Marcus and Debra were right all along, would you fancy a cup of tea to tense up before they're revealed?"
"No !!" Choked Vegeta. His face shocked at the thought of having to endure a screening of Soaps. "I've just come to let you know Bulma and the brat will be here soon." Spat Vegeta.
In delight Mrs Briefs ran to Vegeta. Her giddiness causing her to leap up and down in bounds as she approached Vegeta. Of course he could have easily glided away and out the back door before she reached him, but he decided the moment wasn't entirely fitting to do so.
"Ohh soon you're going to be a daddy, you're going to enjoy the challenge after all you do like challenges don't you?" cooed a curious Mrs Briefs.
Vegeta began to think about fatherhood, he'd never had a role model before, what was he to do? Feeling lost Vegeta nervously twitched as he felt his entire body engulf with a wave of goose bumps. Could he possibly turn to that old man in the Lab? Or would he be able to let his instincts come out... Vegeta folded his arms tightly, closing his eyes tightly as he felt Mrs Briefs cheery eyes smiling upon him.
"Hmph." Was all Vegeta could manage