Well, it's been about three months since we found the runt. He was left on an uncharted planet that had barely any food, or water. He was sick, but not enough to kill him. He's doing pretty well, but without him to help, I would have completely forgotten how to care for a Saiyan child.

He walked into the room and looked at me, with wide crimson eyes.

He squeaked. To anyone else, it sounded as though he was just making noise. But by now, I had figured out what he was saying with each squeak.

What he had just said was something along the lines of, 'Where's mom?'

Bulma was whom he had figured to be his mother. She had unknowingly signaled to him that she was his mother by being the first woman to pick him up.

I had figure he had had a mother before, so I didn't think there was any harm in her picking him up, but I couldn't have known he would react that way.

"I don't know where she is, go look in the kitchen." I told him in Saiyan.

Kakorot was next to me, listening intently to what I told him. "What did he say?"

"He wants Bulma. So I told him to look in the kitchen."

"How did you figure that out?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, it just sounded that way."

A moment later, the runt came back into the room and squeaked again, but moaned a little at the end of it.

"Now what did he say?" Kakorot asked.

"He said, he's hungry, and he wants mom." I answered.

He moved to stand in front of me, and his tail flipped, indicating he wanted to be picked up. I sighed, and grabbed onto his arm. He made no attempts at biting me, so I pulled him up onto the couch by his left arm.

"Doesn't that hurt him?" Kakorot asked.

I shook my head. "When they're little, Saiyan cubs are usually picked up by their arms or the back of their neck. Their arms automatically unhook at the shoulder so it doesn't hurt them."

Once seated, he squeaked one last time before his tail curled around my arm. I pulled his tail off though; there was no way I was going to get too attached to him. After all, he was convinced that Bulma was his mother no mater how many times I told him she wasn't.

I should have realized my mistake though when I reached over to move his tail. Most cubs don't like their tails touched unless they are in pain or can't get to sleep.

He twisted over to my arm and bit me so fast, I didn't even realize he'd done it until I felt a trickle of blood down my arm.

Cubs don't usually draw blood unless they are extremely mad, or if you are hurting them in any way. I think I might have done both.

"Whoa!" Kakorot cried. "Vegeta, are you okay?"

I nodded. "He's not biting very hard. Gollwng." I told him.

He released me and moved to lie next to Kakorot. "What did you tell him?" he asked as I examined the wound.

"Let go."

"Oh." He answered sheepishly. He looked nervous, as he eyed the little runt. "Dose he have a name?"

I shrugged. "How should I know?"

"Did you ask?"

I sighed. "Runt, what is your name?" I asked in the only language he understood.

He sat up and looked at me. "Kagen." Was the only word he said.

"So your name is Kagen, huh little guy?" Kakorot asked. "Tell me, are you ticklish?"

Kagen didn't reply, he just stared at him.

"I'll take that as a yes!" Before I knew it, he was tickling him, but Kagen wasn't laughing. He continued to stare at him like he was mad.

"Kakorot, I wouldn't do that. Of you agitate him, then he's going to bite you. Or worst, want to play with you."

"How could playing with me be worst?"

Kagen chose the later of the two. He pounced onto Kakorot and tried to play with him the way he tried to with Trunks all the time. Trunks rarely wanted to play with him though.

And this is why. He tugged on Kakorot's ears with his teeth, tried to bite him on the neck, and managed to pin him down a few times.

"Ow! Ow, ow, ow!" he whined after the runt had chewed on his ear for a while.

"I told you," I said with an amused smile.

"Vegeta, get him off!"

I put my fingers to my lips and whistled. The little runt paused, and then stood up calmly and walked over to me.

I pulled him up onto the couch again, as Kakorot stood.

"Whew, he's violent! I though you said he was going to bite me, or play with me."

"He was playing with you. That's how they play, they scratch and bite at each other when they're little. Then when they get older, they try to kill each other instead."

"Well, that's nice to know." Kakorot muttered and sat back down on the couch.

The front door opened, and Bulma walked in with some groceries. "I'm back,"

Kagen squeaked her name.

She looked at him, and smiled. "Did you miss me?"

He jumped off the couch, and ran over to her. By now, she had learned his behavior somewhat. She picked him up by his arm and placed him on her back. He instantly clung to her shirt, and was soon coming with her to the kitchen.

Kakorot followed into the kitchen as well. He waited patently for her to feed him after she was done with Kagen.

"Vegeta found out his name," Kakorot told her as he watched her cut up some raw meat.

"Oh yeah? What is it?"

"Kagen." The boy repeated.

She turned to him. "That's the first word he's sat that wasn't a growl, or something I couldn't understand."

Kakorot laughed as I came into the kitchen.

"Are you hungry too?" she asked.

I nodded. "You know, his name, it's the name of the god of the Underworld in Saiyan."

"Really? Well, that's interesting." Bulma said as she placed some of the raw meat on a skillet.

"It's actually very common to name cubs after gods or goddesses, but I've never met one named after the god of the Underworld."

I saw that Kagen was looking at the skillet with hunger. He had gotten over the whole, 'I want everything raw,' stage and was now on cooked food.

After the meat was put on his plate, he began ripping it apart like a normal Saiyan would.

Bulma cleared her throat, but didn't say anything. He instantly slowed, and used his spoon instead of his hands.

After he was done, and Kakorot and I were just finishing, Bulma left the room after the dishes were done, to go down to her lab.

Kagen tried to follow after, but she shut the door before he could get inside. He hadn't figured out yet that these doors were not automatic, so he had to turn the knob. He sat down onto the hardwood floor and just stayed there for a moment.

"Ugh. He's upset." I said with a roll of my eyes.

Kakorot glanced over to the boy. "So? What's he gonna do?"

The minute he said that, Kagen opened up his mouth as wide as it would go and screamed. Not just a scream, he shirked and hollered and screeched his lungs out.

Then, Bulma's mother came out from her bedroom. "Aww… what's wrong? Are you upset?" she asked.

He didn't answer, but continued to scream.

"Poor baby…" she picked him up, in a way that a Saiyan child would have usually bit her, but he didn't. He instantly quieted to examine the new way he was being held. It was the way you would hold a human child of about 4, and he didn't understand.

"Come on, you can spend some time with me." She walked off, and I was left to stare in astonishment.

So far, he has only bitten me, Kakorot, Trunks and Bulma's father. But Bulma and her mother he had left untouched, even though he should have bitten them ten times over.

Kakorot asked if I wanted to spar, so of course I said yes.

After we blew up the Gravity room, we went inside to get something eat.

The runt was sitting there with a juice box next to him that he hadn't touched. The lights weren't on, and his eyes had an eerie glow to that that almost made him seem evil.

I could tell Kakorot was a bit freaked out, but I saw no threat in him. I assumed just by looking at him that he was the runt of a big litter. Saiyans can have anywhere from one to four cubs at a time. He was probably the runt of about three of them.

On the planet we found him on, we didn't see any other cubs wondering around, so we just took him. He wasn't too happy about that. He yelled and scratched the whole way until he got tiered.

That was about when Bulma made her mistake. She picked him up like a Saiyan mother would her newborn cub, and hugged him.

She was now forever imprinted on his mind. She would be his mother until she died, or he did, whichever came first.

"What's up, runt?" I asked.

He squeaked.

"She left again? I wonder what she's doing…" I said.

Kakorot squeaked also. Ah, so he knows what's going on. It must be a surprise. I'll find out soon enough. If Bulma's going out this much, then it must be soon.

"Come on, you can lay with me for now." I told him and walked over to the couch.

He hopped onto it and then nudged into my rib cage with force. It was actually rather painful, but I didn't move.

Kakorot sat on the love seat and switched on the TV. Some music video was on, and Kagen instantly looked to it with interest.

"…Always complainin'! If money, is such a problem, well they got mansions, think we should rob them!" Kakorot turned the channel, and Kagen instantly started crying.

There were no tears, but he was screaming like a banshee.

"Turn it back Kakorot." I instructed. He did, and the runt instantly calmed.

After the song was over, another one came on. "Oh I! I just died in your arms tonight! It must have been something you said! I should have walked away! I should have walked away!"

A few hours and a couple dozen songs later, he finally fell asleep.

I pried him away from me, so I could stand up. Kakorot had left a while ago, saying his wife would be mad at him. But the instant I pulled him away, he yelped and snuggled in closer.

I finally just stood up and tried to walk away with him clinging to me. Even in their sleep, cubs have death grips. They have to in order to stay up on their parents' backs when they walk away without picking them up.

Most cubs don't usually walked on just their back legs. They usually use their hands and feet to walk up until they are too big to be picked up any more, then they learn to stand on only their back legs. This is because a parent usually carries them to ensure they are kept safe and out of trouble. When more then two cubs are born, the parents then put the extra ones that can't be carried on their backs.

Anyway, I pulled him to his room and pried him off. He moaned in his sleep, but was soon quiet when he realized he was in his own room.

I sighed, and walked out of the room. Most cubs aren't that attached to their parents. Well, at least I don't think so. I wasn't.