"We should find Gohan," he started, the young man moved forward silently, until he realized he was not being followed. Sighing exasperatedly he retraced his steps and stared at the saiyan prince, slightly amused, as the latter had all his attention focused on the little bundle he had in his hands. The elder saiyan, sensing the attention, stiffened and growled warningly, crushing the squirming thing to his chest, staring at the young man warningly.
He looked over, thoroughly amused, "you're choking him," the young man smirked, just to see his reaction, and stifled a chuckle as Vegeta went form confused to panicked, and he scooped up the wriggling child and did a basic scan of him - eyes lingering for a moment too long at his abdomen, and, finally satisfied that the little boy was neither hurt nor dying, he bounced the two year old on his hip.
"Gohan?" The teen cocked his head, and Vegeta grunted his affirmative. The young man brushed lavender strands off his face and grinned, leading the way again, this time being followed. He slowed down though, too many times for his taste, as Vegeta demanded routine checks of the tiny child, and he rolled his eyes.
The teen sighed again. "He's going to be fine, Vegeta, the kid just had a tiny scratch, he's alive," he murmured tiredly, they were going nowhere with this! The current cause of worry was a tiny scratch from a passing branch on the child's arm, which caused a whimper from the two year old and a full panic attack from his father.
Vegeta was silent, regarding his two year old with a frown. The teen rolled his eyes, he was better off working alone. Leaving the over-protective Vegeta to his musings he slunk away, intent on seeking out a certain demi saiyan.