A Day With The Kid
He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Him of all people. Why now? Why when his life was at a rather good point? He didn't want everything ruined now.
"Vegeta, all of his stuff is in that bag hanging on the buggy and only give him food when it says on that schedule I gave you OK? Is that all clear?"
Vegeta was standing in the large, and rather expensive marble kitchen area of Capsule Corporation with a hand on one handle of the pushchair standing at his side. Sitting inside that pushchair was the one child every babysitter in the country feared. The child every mother cowered at the mere sight or mentioning of. The son of Bulma, genius Capsule Corporation president and Vegeta, proud Prince of all Saiyans. Trunks Briefs appeared to be sleeping, with a large snot bubble protruding from his right nostril.
"But why do I have to waste my time with a mere infant when I could be training to save your pathetic planet?" Vegeta tried to reason desperately with his wife but it just wasn't working today.
"I'll tell you why. Because this child idolises you. He follows you almost everywhere you go. He'd crawl into the gravity chamber with you if I didn't catch him. And as a result of this heroism, no one likes to be left alone with him anymore. Not after that incident with ChiChi and the toilet. And let me tell you something mister. No one. I repeat NO ONE has EVER scared ChiChi in her life as much as Trunks did that day. She's traumatised for life! So, think of it as payback for all those evil things you did. This'll make you feel sorry I can guarantee."
Whilst Bulma whittled away at her little speech, Vegeta tried to stifle a laugh at the mention of Kakarot's harpy wife and the bog. Admittedly he was proud of his only child for that act of absolute supremacy. That story will be told for generations to come, I can tell you.
Little did Vegeta realise, but as he was reminiscing about that particular life changing moment in his life, and what good will actually come of it in the future, Bulma had walked out of the back door and drove away leaving him with the tiny tearaway.
"But- HEY!!!" Vegeta glanced around the room quickly, hoping against agonising hope that he'd spot his wife NOT leaving. But alas, it was not his day. Her handbag had gone. The car had gone. Bulma had gone. "Why does she have to have a stupid job? Can't she take care of her own stupid kid?" Not realising that he was in fact guilty of that, what has got to be called, pleasure.
Immediately though, he realised with a start what he had done. He had spoken out loud. Loudly at that. Slowly he turned around. Slowly, he stepped towards the silent buggy. Slowly, he bowed his head to look inside. And……
