Daddy Dearest

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Daddy Dearest

Chapter One: 6 o'clock a.m.

One day Vegeta woke up, Bulma was still asleep. He was about to go train when he heard Trunks crying.

"Bulma," he said, "Bulma. Bulma!"

There came a weak reply, "What is it Vegeta?"

"Trunks is crying!"

"Give him his bottle, Vegeta."

"Get up, woman! That's your job!"

"Vegeta, I'm feeling a little under the weather right now. You'll have to take care of Trunks for today," Bulma managed before falling back to sleep.

"Bulma! Bulma! Darn it! I don't know a thing about taking care of babies!"

What am I going to do? Vegeta thought.

"Oh well, might as well try," he muttered under his breath while he walked into the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Trunks was still bawling.

"Don't these babies ever stop crying?!" Vegeta was starting to get frustrated, "Where does Bulma keep the baby formula? Is this it?"

Vegeta reached for a container in the cabinet that looked somewhat like baby formula. He put a couple scoops into a bottle and added some water. He took the bottle in and put it in Trunks' mouth. Trunks sucked on it for a moment… and started bawling again.

"What's wrong now, child?!" Vegeta nearly screamed.

He took the bottle back in the kitchen.

"Perhaps I misread the directions," he said. "Let's see, add two teaspoons to make the perfect… Choco Cookie?!!!"

He turned the container around to the front.

"Lipman's Baking Powder? No wonder Trunks wouldn't take this bottle."

Vegeta looked in the cabinet again.

"Here we are. Baby formula."

After making the real formula, Vegeta took the bottle to Trunks. But by now, he had cried himself to sleep.


"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" this was enough for Vegeta, "All this so he could cry himself to sleep?"