Short stories of Trunk's youth

One

Vegeta had never really appreciated sleep before. He'd been a fool. Sleep was a precious, elusive thing. Trunks never shut up, or so it seemed. The days trickled on with Dr Breifs spending most of his time working on the ships. He would watch Trunks only as long as it took Vegeta to go scavenge for parts- Something Vegeta was reluctant to do at all, being that it was beneath him. But after days of being Trunks' primary caregiver, he was exhausted and desperate for any time alone he could get.

Trunks was screaming again, in that demanding way that made Vegeta want to punt him across the globe. He dragged his tired body out of the cot and looked down the crib at the screaming baby. His bottle lay beside him, still mostly full.
"Drink it." Vegeta said as he shoved it back into his mouth. Trunks was quiet only for a moment before shoving it away. "There isn't any more of her milk left, brat. This is all you get from now on so drink it." He snarled.

Trunks wasn't having it. This formula wasn't good enough. What had Treble liked as a baby? Vegeta had to rack his head for a good long moment before he thought of something. He scooped the still screaming baby out of the crib and carried him in the crook of his left elbow as he usually did and went to the little kitchen on a spare ship Dr Briefs had set up for them temporarily.

He found some leftover ham in the fridge and tossed it in the blender with the nearly full bottle of the formula, and blended it. The sound of the blender felt like a stab to his temples. When the stuff ran smooth, he added some more formula to make it thin enough, the poured it into the bottle, and put it in the microwave for a few short seconds to warm it up.

He shoved that into Trunks' mouth and sighed in relief when he sucked it down happily.
"Just as I thought. You need meat. Do you even have teeth yet?" He pulled the bottle out and shoved his finger into trunk's mouth and looked inside. Sure enough, he already had a decent set of chompers in there. How old was he? 4 months? 6? Vegeta didn't know, he didn't really care. He'd make a mental note to give him plenty of red meat in the future and gave him the bottle back.

He drained it in no time and Vegeta was happy to give him another if it met filling him up and putting him to sleep. Three bottles of blended ham and formula later, Trunks dropped his bottle and yawned. Thank god- Vegeta eagerly hustled back to his little corner of the lab where his cot sit beside the crib. He lay the baby down and wrapped him in a warm blanket and collapsed in his own cot, the silence like a gift.

Trunks started making little fussy noises, so before he could start crying again Vegeta rolled out of the cot, and pulled the baby into his arms. He went quiet at once.
"Oh so you're a needy little shit. Okay fine." He gruffed. The cot squeaked under his weight as he sank into it. He eased onto his back, and laid Trunks on his chest, and held him place by putting his hand on the infant's back. Trunks burped, and made a fussy whining sound before blessedly, finally falling asleep. Not long after, Vegeta too was asleep.

Two

The basement door creaked open as Dr Breifs returned. Not being Vegeta, he was able to go to the other major cities left standing whenever he wanted, since he wasn't anymore than a basic human to the cyborgs. He was laden down with bags and boxes and could barely get down the stairs with it all. Vegeta had to help him or the idiot would probably fall and die.

"Okay so I got sheep's milk, I'm told it's extra good for babies. We can mix some of the formula in with it so he gets the nutrients he needs, but i also got more meat for you blend up into that disgusting mess for him." Dr Breifs handed the bags of dripping red meat to Vegeta, then topped it off with a box.

"Here, that'll come in handy for you pretty quickly I think." Dr Breifs shuffled over to their makeshift living quarters and set the rest of the stuff down. He'd handed Vegeta a box with a man on the cover, with some sort of baby back-pack strapped to his chest. He ripped it open and looked it over. It was a baby carrier. Vegeta immediately put it on. He had to adjust the straps to fit over his chest, but it did fit.

He scooped Trunks out of his crib, and the baby stopped crying as soon as someone was holding him. Trunks fit right into the little pouch, his chubby useless little legs poking out of the holes on either side and kicking happily.
"This is awesome." Vegeta declared, finally both hands free to do as he pleased, without having to look over his shoulder at the crib all the time or deal with Trunks screaming.
"You like it, Brat?" Vegeta asked, holding out a finger for Trunks to grab and squeeze. Trunks giggled and grabbed his finger with his chubby little hand and have it a hard squeeze.
"Ow! Hey! Good grip!" Vegeta grinned. "Dr Brief, come here and feel Trunk's grip! He'll break your finger!"

"No thank you, Vegeta. I'm well aware of his superhuman strength." He rubbed the spot on his face where Trunks had ripped out some of his mustache during a fit.

Three
Three months later

The ship Bulma had been altering for them to live in was ready. Yet one more way she was taking care of them, even after death.
"She'd have finished it a lot faster than I did, but she's also 30 years younger than me so there you go. Now, you just need to hide it."

Hiding it would have been the hard part, were it not for Mr Popo, and Korin. Dr Breifs flew the ship to the distant mountain they planned on hiding under, and Mr Popo would stand guard while he used the drill to make a deep wide tunnel from the bottom of a lake about a mile away to a spot deep under the mountain, in the rock. Vegeta meanwhile, distracted the Cyborgs. When they were done, Mr Popo would use his faster than light carpet to come get Vegeta, and sneak him off to safety. Normally, Vegeta would be too proud to allow this sort of thing, but he was all Trunks had. So he allowed it. Despite Mr Popo's help, In the end, he needed a senzu.