Vegeta stood inside the small room, which was now completely dark except for the glimmer of hallway light shining in.
Hanging mobiles, of moon, stars and Suns hung from the roof, while soft toys lined the tops of everything. Cards of congratulations littered the small ledges jutting out from the wall, and boxes of toys, mechanics and scientific jumble lay scattered about in boxes.
Walking quietly towards the cot Vegeta saw his son for the second time in full view. There in the cot lay Trunks, helplessly. Vegeta's chest began to burst with pride and joy as he looked at his Heir. A feeling Vegeta had yet to get accustomed with. His eyes gazed down upon the tuff of hair, the light olive skin, and all the features of his son.
Slowly the baby opened his sky blue eyes. Vegeta couldn't help but grin slightly at the cuteness of his son, which had a profound effect at making him feel sick of the cuteness at the same time. The boy blinked a few times, his mouth moving yet silent except for a few tiny gasping noises.
Trunks raised a hand towards Vegeta for he knew this was his father. His tiny fingers gaping up at the Saiyan Prince, as a little smile adorned his face.
Astounded Vegeta realized this baby had Saiyan blood, which was dormant under his human heritage. Reaching down with one finger Vegeta let the child wrap his hand around his finger.
The boy then produced a vice like grip causing Vegeta to pull his finger out quickly. Not in pain, but more in shock. The surge of emotions flaring up in Vegeta was almost near unbearable.
Vegeta gazed at his son and gently lifted him from the cot. A hand gently rested behind the baby's head, as Vegeta's other hand cradled the boy's entire body. Trunks was so small yet full of life, as he felt his father's warm bare chest, Trunks began to quietly gargle.
Vegeta leaned in to get a closer look at his son.
When suddenly the child got a hold of Vegeta's hair and pulled with immense Saiyan-like strength.
A shocked look crossed Vegeta's face, as his eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed, the baby began to giggle in delight.
"He loves to pull hair, i'm sorry i forgot to warn you Vegeta." Called Dr. Briefs.
Vegeta turned to see Doctor Brief's head poking around the corner of the doorframe. His glasses gleamed as Dr Brief's chuckle started to muffle out from behind his grey moustache, his chest rising and falling with each gasp of air he drew.
"Hmph." Muttered Vegeta.
Doctor Brief's turned and left again. His jammed into the pockets of his lab coat. Vegeta could hear the chuckles continue long after he had left.
"Hmph!" Growled Trunks.
Vegeta looked at his son with an evil smirk.
"You truely are a Saiyan aren't you boy." Whispered Vegeta.
Trunks smirked back at his father. A whole hearted Toothless smirk.
Vegeta let out a laugh.
Warily Trunks was worn out and molded himself into his father's arms. Vegeta noticed his son was slightly cold. Trunks shut his eyes slowly as his mouth remained slightly open.
"Useless blankets." Hounded Vegeta.
He remembered a thought that was almost long lost. He was only a child when his mother whispered to him that last night.
"A Saiyan child is best warmed by the presence of their parents, either mother or father. That's why i will never let you go until your father comes for you." Murmured the ominous voice of his mother.
Her vision was faded, but her words were clearer and more memorable. Almost as if the past had come out and touched Vegeta again, and for once it was a calm memory, a caring one. Unlike most of his Ruthless, Bloodshed ones.
This memory must have been saved for this moment.
The piece of Advice Vegeta could Trust to.
One his Mother had gifted to him, long ago.