Vegeta had tossed and turned all night. All he could hear was the baby's heart beat; there was no way he could tune it out. He thought about maybe picking up Bulma and laying her outside so he could go back inside the room and sleep comfortably. It was his room, not the brat that was growing inside of her. But to his displeasure, he would most likely be the one leaving the room before he did that to her.
He moved Bulma's arm which laid across his chest, pushed the blankets down and walked out of the room towards the kitchen. 4 am. He had not slept for more than two hours. He pulled out as much food as he could onto the table and sat down, ready to eat. Growl.
"Come out, boy." Trunks slowly walked towards the opposite side of the table, pulled out the chair and sat down. Unsure if his father would get angry at him for grabbing food, Trunks swallowed the spit that started to overflow in his mouth and looked away. Vegeta stared at the boy, scoffing before he put his hands down onto the table. "Eat up, son. Maybe it'll help you become stronger." Trunks did as he was told.
It was a slightly awkward feast, Vegeta hardly spoke. Actually, the only sounds coming out of Vegeta were the loud chewing and the throat clearing that happened every so often.
"Are you angry about the new baby coming?" Vegeta's ear twitched but he did not answer. Angry? Him? Who would've ever thought? He kept biting off the huge chicken leg he had in front of him and paid no attention to Trunks. Trunks knew it would be pointless to try to get his father to show any kind of emotion other than fury or to even try getting anything out of him. "Well, if you are, you have no choice but to get over it. The baby's coming whether you like it or not." As hungry as he was, he marched out of the kitchen and back into his room. Trunks was not the kind of person to be angry at his father. In fact, even after all the things his father did or said, he always looked up to him. Vegeta was proud of his lineage and Trunks wanted to show him that everything he did for him, was not in vain. But this, this was the only time he could truly say he was angry at him. His mother wanted to create a better life for all of them but his father somehow made it all about him once again. Did he not take any consideration how much it takes a human female to carry a saiyan baby?
Vegeta stopped eating for maybe just a second before he threw out the words his son had said. He didn't want to think about it at the moment, maybe after he slept properly. But every time he laid in bed next to Bulma, he could sense the child moving over on to the side that he was on. It was as if the kid was trying to bond with him from inside the womb. Surprisingly, Bulma had no discomfort. Actually, she pretty much slept through her pregnancies even though they could practically kill her considering they were half saiyan.
I'll deal with it tomorrow…
Maybe…
