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"Congrats on your beautiful baby girl, Beederu!" Buruma tickled the
newborn child's feet.
"Arigatou Buruma. You had yours not too long ago as well, we'll have to
set some playdates!" Beederu smiled at her daughter, softly cooing a lullaby.
"Sleep my darling baby
Rest your tired eyes
Sleep my darling baby
To dreamland you shall fly
Sleep my darling baby
Lay down your head
Sleep my darling baby
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep
Sleep. . . Rest. . .warm in your bed
Sleep. . . Rest. . . my darling baby
Dream. . . Dream. . . Dream. . . "
"Wow, Beederu, where did you learn that?" asked Buruma.
"I remember my mother sang it to me before. . . A long time ago,"
Beederu looked wistfully up at the clouds. ":Mom. . . I know I will be able to finish
what you had started. . .to let your child live a happy and complete life. . . I know
I won't let Panny down. . .:" Her thoughts were interrupted by a slight tugging at her dress.
"MissBeederuGohan'sWifeandGoten'sNewSisterAndMotherToPanny, can
I hold Panny?" a young 5 year-old Trunks, 4 year-old Goten and 3 year-old Uubu had stopped
playing to look at the new baby.
"Alright, but be careful. Take this and hold her here and here," Beederu put the smal
l bundle into Trunks' arms a placed his hands around it. She pulled down the cloth a bit and a
small, dark-eyed face peered out at them. The eyes immediatly began welling up and then
Pan started crying.
"WHOA! Trunks, look what you did!" Goten scolded.
"Um, er, uh. . . Don't cry, don't cry, please. . .um. . . " Trunks frantically tried to
hush the bawling infant. Then he remembered Beederu's lullaby.
"Uh, here goes. . .
Sleep my darling baby
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep
Sleep. . . Rest. . .warm in your bed
Sleep. . . Rest. . . my darling baby
Dream. . . Dream. . . Dream. . . "
Everyone stared in awe as Pan began to quiet down and study Trunks. They
were nose to nose when Pan pulled on his cheek. She began to laugh as Trunks continued
to make faces.
It was that day, out in the backyard, under the clouds and the shining sun, that a
rope of sand began to build. This rope would become partictuarily strong. . . someday. . .
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"Congrats on your beautiful baby girl, Beederu!" Buruma tickled the
newborn child's feet.
"Arigatou Buruma. You had yours not too long ago as well, we'll have to
set some playdates!" Beederu smiled at her daughter, softly cooing a lullaby.
"Sleep my darling baby
Rest your tired eyes
Sleep my darling baby
To dreamland you shall fly
Sleep my darling baby
Lay down your head
Sleep my darling baby
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep
Sleep. . . Rest. . .warm in your bed
Sleep. . . Rest. . . my darling baby
Dream. . . Dream. . . Dream. . . "
"Wow, Beederu, where did you learn that?" asked Buruma.
"I remember my mother sang it to me before. . . A long time ago,"
Beederu looked wistfully up at the clouds. ":Mom. . . I know I will be able to finish
what you had started. . .to let your child live a happy and complete life. . . I know
I won't let Panny down. . .:" Her thoughts were interrupted by a slight tugging at her dress.
"MissBeederuGohan'sWifeandGoten'sNewSisterAndMotherToPanny, can
I hold Panny?" a young 5 year-old Trunks, 4 year-old Goten and 3 year-old Uubu had stopped
playing to look at the new baby.
"Alright, but be careful. Take this and hold her here and here," Beederu put the smal
l bundle into Trunks' arms a placed his hands around it. She pulled down the cloth a bit and a
small, dark-eyed face peered out at them. The eyes immediatly began welling up and then
Pan started crying.
"WHOA! Trunks, look what you did!" Goten scolded.
"Um, er, uh. . . Don't cry, don't cry, please. . .um. . . " Trunks frantically tried to
hush the bawling infant. Then he remembered Beederu's lullaby.
"Uh, here goes. . .
Sleep my darling baby
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep
Sleep. . . Rest. . .warm in your bed
Sleep. . . Rest. . . my darling baby
Dream. . . Dream. . . Dream. . . "
Everyone stared in awe as Pan began to quiet down and study Trunks. They
were nose to nose when Pan pulled on his cheek. She began to laugh as Trunks continued
to make faces.
It was that day, out in the backyard, under the clouds and the shining sun, that a
rope of sand began to build. This rope would become partictuarily strong. . . someday. . .