Male: Vegeta
Series: DBZ
Bright blue eyes blinked in awe at the older male, lips furrowing into a small frown as the wiggling child in her arms whined sensing her change in mood. Instantly her attention was once again taken up by the babe in her arms, a smile smoothing over her lips.
"Shhh Trunks. It's okay." Trunks gurgled happily eating up the attention bestowed upon him by his nanny. Vegeta merely scoffed as he turned away from the two, his pride bruised a bit. After Bulma had left him for her one again off again childhood love they had begun to share joint custody of their son, and as a male he had no idea how to take 'properly' care of a child.
Let alone make a bottle.
"Keh. You feed him woman. It's your job." His voice was gruff as usual and he was more than ready for her to snap at him. Yet instead she merely sighed as she bounced the happy babe on her hip, walking to stand next to him a smile on her face. "Yes it is Vegeta but you should at least learn how to make one yourself, what happens if I'm not here to help you? Will the mighty Vegeta be defeated by a mere bottle?" The teasing in her voice made him huff at her yet nod stiffly.
His pride puffing up at the challenge. "Tch." She only smiled as she nudged him with her arm, guiding him to the kitchen to show him how to prepare a bottle. Honestly Bulma must have been blowing it out of proportion when she complained about her ex husband being an insensitive jerk.
Well that or she was really good at handling his type?