Sorry this update took so long! I've been very busy recently and had some miserable writer's block. I have the next few chapters planned, but I needed some fluff-spiration for this one :) Anyway, thanks so much for all of the reviews and follows! It means so much!
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XII.
Water
"She looks just like you!" Chi Chi exclaimed, waving a playful finger in front of the newborn's face. "Now that the tail's gone, you would never know she's half Vegeta. I'd have just assumed you cloned yourself or made an android or something." The dark haired woman chuckled at her own joke and settled into her seat at the Brief kitchen table.
"Well, it's only fair, Trunks would be his majesty's twin if he had black hair and misses his next growth spurt," Bulma quipped with a grin, absently bouncing her baby. She was quite pleased that Bra's appearance so much resembled her own; Vegeta, however, seemed less pleased with this outcome, as he knew how beautiful Bulma was considered on Earth, and how, in turn, she received a large amount of attention from males of the human (and occasionally, Kai) species.
Chuckling, Chi Chi shook her head. "And he really stayed for the whole thing?"
"The whole thing," Bulma assured her friend, "I couldn't believe it either. At one point, I even told him he should leave, but he wouldn't." She smiled, remembering how concerned her husband had looked. "And," the scientist lowered her voice and leaned in, beckoning her friend to do the same, "I catch him checking on us all the time. In the next five minutes he'll breeze through for more water. We've been living together for almost twenty years and I can count the number of times he's stopped training for water, before a week ago, on one hand."
As if on cue, and much to the delight of the seated women, the Saiyan Prince came charging through the kitchen door, lilac-haired heir in tow.
"Need something?" Bulma asked cheekily, eyes mischievous and grin stretched wide at the barely sweaty pair.
"We require hydration. Our training is immensely rigorous," Vegeta replied, avoiding his wife's gaze, but catching sight of the infant from the corner of his eye.
"Oh, immensely, for sure," the scientist affirmed, sarcasm barely audible. She shot Chi-Chi an I-told-you-so look, and the pair stifled their giggles.
Acutely aware that he was the center of their annoying amusement, Vegeta turned and glared at the women. "And what is so funny?" he demanded, eyes narrowed and arms crossed.
"Nothing honey-bun, the baby just did something so cute. You must have missed it," Bulma answered innocently, shrugging.
Snarling at both terms of endearment, the Saiyan rolled his eyes. "She is not cute. She is a warrior. Do not degrade the royal line with your sniveling Earth sentiment," he snapped. However, his eyes moved to the child in a manner which suggested to Bulma he was hopeful Bra would do again whatever made-up cute thing he was lead to believe she had just done.
"Aw, come on Dad, she's pretty cute," Trunks argued, enthusiastically lifting his sister from Bulma's arms and making an assortment of amuse-the-baby faces.
"Careful," Vegeta growled, ears reddening and face paling at the casualness with which his son handled the babe. This, of course, earned a second visual exchange and smirk between the women.
"He's fine!" Bulma assured her anxious mate, placing a hand on his instinctively clenched fist.
Ears reddening further, Vegeta huffed and turned towards the door. "Whatever. I have more important things to do than waste my time with this infant nonsense," he stated as he made his exit.
"Wait, Vegeta," Bulma called, prompting the Prince to halt in the doorway. "You forgot your water!"
Cursing, Vegeta stomped from premises as everyone in the kitchen laughed.
