Vegeta decided to go with his, obviously supreme battle instinct. Except, he wasn't in a life or death battle situation that could spell the end of the planet and all it's existence. He was babysitting his eighteen-month-old baby son. The one child every living adult was scared of. And sadly, that include his father.

As Vegeta stepped into the confines of the bathroom, he carefully placed down his infant son and bent down to his level and put both hands on either shoulder.

"Behave." They were the only words that came out of Vegeta's mouth, said in a rather stern manner. All the young boy did was stare back up at his daddy, in an almost……. innocent way. Yes I said it and unfortunately Vegeta took it as a good sign and not a bad sign as it was clearly intended.

And so Vegeta reluctantly turned round, taking his eyes from his devil child. As he looked into the mirror, he realised with some self-pity that all the snot had indeed dried and set. And this meant that when he tried to remove the disgusting gunk, it was gonna hurt. Of course, he was never going to admit this to anyone else, he WAS the great Saiyan Prince. And princes never got hurt unless it was in some big battle that everyone was going to worship him for, for centuries and centuries.

As Vegeta was pondering on how to get rid of the slime off his face, Trunks had started to take a look around when his eyes landed on the bath. But more importantly the shelf next to it. And even more importantly, the various bottles and containers that littered it. A gleam shone in his eyes as he made his way towards the bath, getting ready to start climbing.

Meanwhile, Trunks' poor father had come up with a solution to his little problem. The one that didn't go by the name of Trunks. He grabbed the shaving foam from the bathroom cabinet and started applying it to his face. Not too hard, he had done it a thousand times before. Although before, that was just the lower half of his face and not the whole of it. When he was sure he was coated, he came up with an idea. But then he realised that he wasn't the type of guy to TRY and make a kid laugh. So he gave it up.

Next he picked up the razor he uses every week. He slowly and warily started scraping his face with it. He let out a sigh of relief when he felt no pain, but saw something green fall into the sink from his face. So he carried on until his face was once more unsoiled.

Once he was finished, he looked at himself in the mirror and flashed a smirk. Squeaky clean once again.

With a smile, he turned around only to see his son in a slight predicament…..

JUST WANNA SAY THANKS TO ALL MY READERS FOR KEEPING UP WITH ME SO FAR AND I PROMISE IT'LL GET BETTER!

PLEASE REVIEW! ALSO, MY STORIES WILL GRADUALLY GET LONGER ONCE I GET USED TO WRITING THIS MUCH…