Back and Forth
Left, right. Left, right. Turn.
The Prince of all Saiyans paced. A stranger might think that he was nervous. If they were foolish enough to say it, it'd be their last statement.
He wasn't nervous… just… tense.
Right, left. Right, left. Turn.
How much longer? For Kami's sake, it'd been hours!
He stopped glaring at the door, looking so furious that when the nurse pushed through a second later, she stepped back, shielding the small bundle in her arms.
"Well?!" Vegeta demanded, suddenly rooted to the floor.
"It's a girl."
A stranger might say he was relieved. Or even happy…
