Ok, I'm going to compress some of this because I don't have a lot of time to put into it now. I just got called back to work and that is going to put a serious dent in my writing time. This chapter deals with only one day out of Trunks first year, I mean, how much baby stuff is really interesting enough to write a lot on? So, if you guys wouldn't mind reading the small and pitiful amount of my other fic: Fate of One Fate of Many: and maybe give me an idea of what you would like me to do with it, I would greatly appreciate it. I know how the story will end so don't go there, but any suggestions will be seriously looked at!! Thanks.
As always, the great master
Toriyama and the sorry Funimation own this wonderful series!!!!!!!!
Chapter 11: By Any Other Name
Vegeta stood in the darkened nursery, looking down in the crib at his son. He was still having a hard time excepting the fact that he had helped create something so sweet and pure.
'How could someone like me have
ended up like this? I was born to rule the universe. I have destroyed so many
worlds, and enslaved hundreds of races. Even if it was for that faggy little
tyrant, I alone am responsible for my actions. I know I am a condemned soul.
But I don't understand why my life has come to this. It doesn't feel like a
form of torture. Or maybe it is. Maybe the gods have decided to let me see the
gentle and caring side of life before they send me to hell. Just so I'll know
what I could have had.'
He absently reached down and stroked his son's tuft of purple hair and frowned. 'purple' he sniffed. It had become a ritual of sneaking into his son's room when everyone had gone to bed. He wouldn't dare let any of these humans see him acting like this. They would surely get the wrong idea and try to make him join in on their stupid daily rituals of child rearing. And he would be damned if they would drag him down to that level.
Trunks opened his eyes at the soft touch and blinked sleepily up at his father. A huge grin erupted on his little Saiyan face and he cooed happily, reaching up and grabbing the first finger he could.
Vegeta smiled as the pressure on his finger actually became uncomfortable. "You are going to be strong my son." Then a sad look crossed his handsome face. "You should be the heir to the greatest kingdom ever known, yet I have nothing to give you, save the legacy of who you are and where you came from. And no matter what that blasted woman says, you will know your heritage and I will train you to be a great warrior. But for now I must train. I must defeat these androids. Remove the threat to you and your mother. Then I must defeat Kakarot and regain my honor. Only then will I be the Prince of All Saiyans once again." He massaged the boy's head, watching his bright blue eyes droop and finally close, then he made his way to the window and levitated out.
Bulma wiped the tears from her cheeks. She had been awakened by a slight noise over the baby monitor and had turned it up to listen. It had shocked her to hear Vegeta's voice. He had shown very little interest in his son or her for that matter since they had come home from the hospital several months ago. He hadn't spent one night in their room. At first she had been extremely hurt that he had just abandoned her, but she understood now.
Bulma stood in the kitchen, making baby talk at her little boy. She had come down early, to find her mother had gone shopping and had left Trunk's breakfast on the stove. Most babies would still be taking formula or cereal at his age, but after all, he was half Saiyan, and like his father he had a voracious appetite.
She picked up the phone after it rang several persistent times. "What!" she shouted and blushed, "I mean, hello?"
Vegeta had just finished his morning workout and walked into the kitchen. His son was sitting in the highchair, eating some very unappetizing looking food. He made a face at the mess and nodded at him as he burst into happy gurgles at the sight of his father.
He opened the cabinet and pulled out a loaf of bread, preparing to make his breakfast. He had begun to make his own lately, for no other reason than to avoid his 'family'. They had a tendency to talk about nothing but the brat. He cared for his son, but enough was enough, after all.
Bulma hung up the phone and turned to him. A peculiar look on her face. "Uh, Vegeta?"
"What?" he grumbled.
"I have to go down town and attend a meeting for Capsule Corp. so I need you to watch Trunks for awhile." She reached for her purse.
He looked up, and frowned. "Take him with you woman. I don't have time to look after your brat!"
"I can't take him with me you idiot! Now it's not going to kill you to take a few hours out of your training time to watch YOUR son!!" she yelled back.
"Let your mother watch him!"
"She had to go to the grocery store! You can keep an eye on him until she gets home. Now, all you should have to do is clean him up after he eats and then put him down for a nap after you play with him for a few minutes." She opened the door.
"Play! Woman, are you insane? I don't play!" he looked almost, afraid.
She laughed to herself, but gave him a deadly glare. "Then there's no better time to learn too." And shut the door behind her.
He stared at the door. Then looked over to the boy, now covered with goop, and growled. She wasn't going to do this to him. He had too much to do and only a few months left. He was to the breaking point as it was. If he were going to become a Super Saiyan, these distractions would have to stop.
Vegeta ate his breakfast of sandwiches, trying to ignore his son. He had been content to play in his food, but was now getting tired of sitting in the chair. With a loud crack, the chair was broken and he went falling towards the floor.
He laughed as he looked up into his father's horrified face. Vegeta had made a dive and caught him just before he hit the floor.
"You little brat!" he yelled at the child, immediately regretting it as his little face scrunched up and his mouth started to quiver. "No! Oh, no, not that!" he winced at the ear piercing cry that followed.
His mind raced. What was it that woman did to make the brat be quiet? He tried to talk to him, but that just seemed to make him scream even louder. Holding him at arms length, he gently started to rock him back and forth. This seemed to help. Trunks stopped crying and was looking at him strangely.
Vegeta puffed a relieved breath of air out and carried him to the living room. Who cared if he was covered with goo. The woman really was crazy if she thought he would be lowered to do the job of a nurse made and bathe the kid.
He sat him down in the midst of a pile of toys and stared at him. "Well? Play!" he stated irritably and sat down on the couch. His son gave him a curios look, then dove into the pile of plastic blocks, squealing in delight.
After about twenty minutes, his son showed no symptoms of being ready to take a nap. He was becoming more and more agitated, as the boy bounced blocks off of his head, then proceeded to untie his shoelaces. He was on the verge of wanting to shake him violently when he heard something that made him freeze. His eyes widened at the odd little sound that emitted from his son.
"Dada!" the boy giggled as he watched his father's eyes widen in shock. A deep realization then slowly filled their black depths.
Vegeta stared at him for a few minutes. A myriad of feelings ran through him. He new then what he had to do. As soon as Dr. Briefs came home from his convention, he would have him ready the capsule.
He picked up the remote and turned the television on, flipping through the channels until he found one of those highly annoying children's programs.
Trunks immediately settled down, crawling into his father's lap.
That was how Mrs. Briefs found them when she came in. Trunks was sprawled across Vegeta stomach. Both sound asleep on the couch. She tiptoed to the desk and pulled out a camera. Making sure she didn't wake the sleeping duo, she snapped a couple of shots and put the camera back.
Walking back into the kitchen, she made some loud noises. Right on cue, Vegeta practically ran in and handed her, her grandson.
"Here woman. Take this brat! Your idiotic daughter ran off and left me here alone with him. Me! Prince of the Saiyans, babysitting like some common servant!" he grumbled on his way out the door.
She laughed, and looked at her little angel, "Yes, your daddy is a funny man isn't he, dear! I'll bet you had fun with him, didn't you?"
He laughed excitedly and drooled a little. "Dada!"
"You said a word! You love your dada don't you Trunks? Well, he loves you too." She watched the Saiyan as he closed the door to his training capsule. "Yes, he really does, doesn't he." She smiled.
I'll try to get the finale out ASAP, but it may take awhile. It will be about the outer space months, and the rest of the Z team will make there reentry into the story as the appointed time of the androids arrival finally comes!