Chapter 8
Vegeta didn't know how long he had been laying in bed, tired and exhausted, unable to fall asleep. It must have been at least an hour or even two. He rolled from his back onto his left side, hoping that would do something. After a few minutes he grunted in annoyance and opened his eyes to the dark room, where just the faint light of the full moon came in from the window. He couldn't stop thinking.
Thinking about what? More accurately, who. At this moment in his life, it was a glaring obvious. His son, Trunks. The moment he had settled down to try to sleep, the prince has sensed for his son, to see if the boy was sleeping peacefully. When he noticed his son wasn't. He decided to wait for the boy to fall asleep himself. It was an instinctual habit he had finally decided to stop ignoring. As his cub's sire, he needed to be sure his son was in a peaceful slumber before he himself, could relish in unconsciousness.
After an hour of waiting and getting increasingly frustrated, he was able to figure out what was keeping his cub awake. The boy needed to be with him. To be held in his safe and strong arms, against his warm chest. It was going to be another one of those nights.
Vegeta inwardly huffed at the thought. Not that he could lie to himself. He enjoyed these nights the most. Preferably after his son had come in and cuddled up to him. He absolutely hated when Trunks made him wait. The brat sure had inherited his parents pride and stubbornness.
'Come on brat. Don't let your pride or embarrassment hold you back. You've done it before. Just come to me, you know I will welcome you.' Vegeta thought to himself, impatient for his son to snuggle into his chest. He made a subtle rising in his energy, enough for his son to notice. He tried his best to make it look like the gesture it was, for his son to come to him.
If any other soul, other the his wife, knew how soft he secretly was for his son, he would die of humiliation.
Just when it seemed like it didn't work. Vegeta sensed his son get up and out of bed before tip toeing out of his bedroom and down the hall to his own room. ''Finally.'' Vegeta grumbled under his breath as he scooted back a bit and pulled back the covers. He heard his son open and enter his room before closing the door behind him. He heard and sensed his son run quietly around the bed before hoping in, dressed in nothing but a pajama shirt and boxers.
''Sorry for keeping you waiting.'' Trunks whispered guiltily as he wormed himself into his father's open arms until he settled down, packed as tight and close to his father's chest as he could go.
Vegeta in turn pulled the blankets up to his son's chin while wrapping his arms around the boy. ''It's fine Trunks.'' Vegeta said in a whisper, the weight of exhaustion heavy in his voice. His warm chest rumbling against his son.
The heir to the Saiyan Race purred softly in delight at the rumbling of his sire's chest. Trunks pressed his cheek tight across his dad's chest and curled into a ball. ''I love you dad.'' Trunks whispered in Shyness, yet pure honesty. He could feel his eyes growing heavy and he let them close on their own.
"I love you to Trunks.''
The quiet, but proud whisper was all that Trunks needed. Within seconds his breathing evened out as he fell asleep, protected and warm in his father's arms. At the same time, Vegeta felt his son fall asleep. The proud man gave his cub a secret kiss to the top of his head before he to, let himself fall into a blissful sleep.
