TRUNKS ROOM.
The door was not fully closed. It was a little dark inside except for a small lamp near the crib. Vegeta turned on the light switch. The room was wide with purple and baby blue wallpaper. I proceeded to make some milk in the bottle. He was a bit startled that it came so natural for me to get the formula and the water. He must have been doing this before. As he approached the crib, he heard a squeak! He looked down and he saw that he had just stepped on a rubber ducky. Kusso! He kicked it to the corner.
Trunks momentarily looked at Vegeta surprised and frowned. His crying stopped. Smiles. Gurgles. Then he starts wiggling on the crib. Vegeta smirked as he could not hide his amusement as he looked at Trunks wiggling on the bed.
"Here you go." He handed him his bottle. The baby grabbed the bottle and everything seemed alright with the world. "You sure are hungry, ne?" As he stroked Trunks' purple hair. Vegeta looked to examine the room. The interior concept was so Bulma but it did have a strong masculine feel to it. Stuffed toys on the right. Hanging carousels and stars. Glow-in-the-dark constellation stickers on the wall. Drawers on the left. More neon stars pasted on the wall. The floor was carpeted. The crib was a combination of steel and wood but heavily padded with cotton. The temperature was not as cold as it was in their room. There was a picture of Goku and family taken at the Kame House. Pretty much everybody else's photos were mounted on the other side of the wall. And a photo of Trunks in a horn cap with Bulma. Smiling. Vegeta checked to see if the baby was finished. The bottle was dried up alright.
"You're a monster, you know that?" Vegeta commented as he gently took the empty bottle away from the baby's hands. Then he felt a tight squeeze around his finger. The baby stared at him for a long time and frowned, not letting go off his grip on Vegeta's finger. Vegeta smirked. This kid sure is strong.
"Anything else?" he asked. The baby looked at him amused at the spiky haired being in front of him. He smiled. He loosened his grip. Trunks was not pure Saiyan, of course. The purple tuft of hair was a testament to that. But he sure had unmistakable strength. He could break a finger with that kind of grip. He closed his eyes. Such strength. He remembered the dream again. Images of Bulma about being human, how strong the baby is…. The baby was now asleep.
"Oyasumi."
Then turned off the light. But just before he turned to the door, he noticed a wide window bolted shut that was facing across the crib.
NANI?!
He walked back to the room with Bulma.
"How's is he?" Bulma beamed.
"What do you expect?" He smirked as he approached the bed.
"Tell me, you did not scare the crap out of him again?" I demanded.
"Hmp!" He frowned.
"I'll go and check." I do not believe you.
"Oi!" He called.
"What now?""What the hell is a bolted window doing in his room? If you planned on bolting windows like that then there should have not been a window in the first place. It's foolish!" he scolded.
"I'm so surprised at you! Are you telling me you do not remember?" Kami-sama! What is wrong with this man?
"What is it then?" He looks so irritated now. Okay. He really forgot about it. Fine then.
"Remember Trunks has a knack at throwing his toys around? Well…do you remember that day Krillin dropping by bringing one of his toys that was thrown in the middle of the highway? I was so concerned because if the baby keeps up with this, he can cause a traffic accident not even knowing it."
AND JUST HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO EXPLAIN TO PEOPLE THAT THIS WAS CAUSED BY AN INFANT, HUH?"
"So the kid has a strong arm." Vegeta huffed.
"Not just strong. Hell! He could pitch for the J-League with that kind of arm and at that age!" I declared.
"Ja! I want to check him now." she disappeared from the room. I crept into the baby's room. I looked to find the baby asleep. I smiled. At least, that man knew what he was doing. Aw, man! Trunks looked so adorable. So chubby. So chibi. I wanted to pick him up. I could never get tired of carrying this beautiful boy. Oh, he might wake up.
"At least, you're asleep now, my darling." I whispered.
Just as I was about to leave, a cry came. "Oi! What's wrong now, huh?" Trunks was moving restlessly to his sides. He was crying loudly and trying to mumble…
"mam…ma…mama!!!" I lifted him from the crib and carefully positioned his head on my shoulder.
BURP!
I giggled when I heard the throaty burp from Trunks. I kissed him. "Feeling better now, my love? Your father forgot to burp you, huh? We ought to teach him on some basic lessons like these, don't we?" The baby gurgled. I hummed a lullaby for him. No words. I made it up mostly. Somehow it calmed Trunks somewhat whenever he got excited. At this particular time, I could feel Trunks was drooling on my shoulder. The baby was still awake as he tried to reach some of Bulma's hair to chew on but ended up sucking on his thumb instead. Almost an hour passed rocking him to sleep and singing, the baby was finally asleep. He still has his thumb stuck to his mouth though. I laid him carefully back to the crib and tucked him. Oh well, he'll get over that thumb-sucking sooner or later. I kissed his forehead and inhaled his infant scent. Such a lovely child. Most of the time, it felt like looking at a miniature Vegeta. Well, except for this beautiful purple hair he has. Although, it's quite obvious Trunks did not inherit his father's spiky hair but he sure has his father's eyes. Oh, well, I'm sure he inherited his unmistakable cuteness from me. Hehehe!!!
Trunks sure had his moments. I mean, don't all babies do that? He definitely inherited his father's appetite. His father's frown. Demanding nature at times. Yet unlike his father, Trunks did not have a problem with expressing how he feels. He can be quite an affectionate child often times. And he was no trouble. No trouble at all. Vegeta, on the other hand was more troublesome actually. I sighed. Men.
Daddy suggested I get a nanny for Trunks but I insisted I would be a hands-on mom for him. It's never easy yet it never failed to give me a feeling of fulfillment and joy. Chichi had to assist me during the first few weeks after delivery and I was all on my own. Okay, okay, his royal highness Prince Vegeta also helped if he had to; I have to give him some credit for that. But looking at Trunks now asleep so peacefully, I heaved a sigh of relief.
"I'll see you in the morning, my angel. I love you always, Trunks." I bit my lip as I tried to hold back a tear from falling down my cheek. Dammit! I will never get over this. Every time I say these words, I just can't help it.
I go back to our room and I see the man propped in pillows. His arms at the back of his head. I mean, I know Vegeta's not really that tall and all but looking at him on the bed like that, he looks so….huge!
"You forgot to burp the baby, you know. It's a good thing I checked on him again. He was so restless. "
"So how is he doing now?" He raised his eyebrow.
"He's asleep…finally." As I closed the door behind me. I crawled back to the bed beside him. I pulled up the covers way up to my chin and heaved a sigh.
"Vegeta?" I turned to his side.
"What?" Not looking at me. He obviously had his eyes on the damn window.
"Isn't he the cutest thing you have ever seen in the world?" I smiled. I just could not shake off the image from my mind of Trunks sleeping in his crib with his thumb stuck in his mouth. He is so adorable.
Vegeta turned to look at my face and with a scowling look and replied,
"No."
"You insensitive cow!" I pulled the pillow from his head and smacked it on his face. I just kept with it. He's not too crazy about pillow fights but he sure knows how to dodge and block it. This time, he successfully pulled the pillow from my hand and threw it to the floor. I was laughing hysterically.
He smirked. "I meant it when I said that the baby is not the cutest thing I have ever seen in this planet."
"I do not believe you! How could you say that when it's too obvious that…""Well…..believe this, woman!" In an instant he had me pinned to the bed. I was virtually jelly in his arms. His eyes alone could hold me. I can't move. I'm losing my mind. He's driving me nuts with his stare like that. Are you torturing me, dammit?
"Baby, I still don't get it….." I gasped.
"You're hopeless, Bulma….you know that….." He growled and in an instant, he began to smother kisses in my neck. My ear. My chest. My hair. His hands were roaming. Merciless. I pressed my eyes close. Vegeta…please baby! I think, I'm going insane here. Oh, God! I think I'm getting your point now.
"Okay…." That's all I can remember. My mind is gone.
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AUTHOR NOTES: You must be wondering what my state of mind was when i was writing this, hehehe!!!! okay, back to the story….I always had this thing about Trunks. To be honest, he is the ONLY individual that brings out the maternal instinct in me. No one else.
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