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Chapter 6
Goten watched Vegeta talk in their native tongue. He wasn't learning very fast. He wanted to get back to Trunks to watch over him
"Trunks is fine boy so stop worrying," Vegeta said in Saiyanese. He wrapped his tail around his waist and Goten got wide eyed.
"YOU GOT YOUR TAIL TOO?!"
Vegeta smirked then frowned,"Now try saying that in saiyan brat."
Goten thought about it, looking for the right words,"You regained your tail I see."
Vegeta smirked,"Bravo, Brat. You can manage a phrase. Now were going to spar. See what your father has taught you. See if I can improve your skills."
Goten got into his fighting stance and watched Vegeta closely. He waited to see what the older male would do. He blacked a kick that was directed toward his face. He kicked Vegeta in the ribs. He watched as Trunks came out of the house and frown at his mate.
"What's wrong son?" Vegeta looked at Trunks concerned. He walked toward his son and bent down next to him as Trunks sat on the steps.
"I can't rest. Your sparing is waking me up. All your ki jumping." Trunks put his heavy head into his hands and breathed unevenly. Goten flew over to his mate and lifted him up bridal style,"You shouldn't have left the nest Trunks."
Vegeta watched as Goten brought Trunks back up to his nest. He waited for Trunks' permission to enter.
"Father...You don't know jack shit about this do you?"
"Not really. I was only on Vegetsai till i was 7 or 8 years old."
"Can't we get someone who is more skilled in the field?"
"I wouldn't know. We would have to make a deal with King Yama. And I don't want anything to do with that read bastard."
"So you rather your son have pain than making a deal with the otherworlds check in desk guy? You're pathetic," Goten said angerly in saiyanese.
Vegeta felt pride for the brat to talk in their native language, but also felt a little stupid to not be concerned for his own son's well being. Yeah he wasn't there when the brat was born. Point is he has to make up for it in whatever way he can.
"I'll go talk to him."
~OtherWorlds~
"Yama!" Vegeta yelled angerly at the red check in man of otherworlds.
"Prince Vegeta? Had no idea you died again." King Yama stated and started to write something down.
"I'm not dead you asshole! I came to as a favor."
"With that attitude? Sorry Prince Vegeta. But I don't think I WANT to help you." Yama stated putting his pen down and looking behind Vegeta. There was no one there.
"Seems you have a lot of time on your hands Yama. You must consider my proposal. My son is pregnant and I need a skilled saiyan medic to tend to him."
"And you aren't skilled enough prince?"
"If I was do you think I would be asking you this favor?"
"Guess not. Fine." Yama pressed on a intercome,"Bring up Raditz."
"RADITZ?! WHY HIM?!"
"He's skilled in the field and he is a royal guard. He will be of much service to you."
Raditz walked up from HFIL and fisted his hand over his heart and got on one knee,"Prince Vegeta."
"Get your ass up moron."
Raditz stood up and looked at Yama,"Why have you requested my presence?"
"You will help Vegeta's son..."
"Trunks."
"Trunks? Isnt that a type of undergarment or swimwear?"
"If I would've named him he would've been named Vegeta. But I wasn't there for the birth so the woman got to name him."
"As I was explaining," King Yama said interrupting the two saiyans,"You will accompany the prince and help his son with his pregnancy and labor. And if you don't have ulterior motives I might consider you being able to stay there. Understand?"
"Yes King Yama."
"Now leave. Your idiocy is contagious."
TBC
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