The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the quaint village of Buena in the Fittoa Region. In the Greyrat household, nestled on the outskirts of the village, the day was far from over. The house was alive with the sounds of domestic life—dishes clattering as Zenith washed up from dinner, the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth, and the occasional gurgle of an infant exploring his new world.

It had been a few months since the mysterious arrival of Broly (whom they'd named Rudeus), the Saiyan child who had crashed into their lives like a fallen star. Since then, Zenith and Paul had found their routine upended in ways they could never have imagined. The child, with his curious monkey-like tail and insatiable appetite, had quickly become the center of their world, filling the void left by the loss of their biological son. Though they knew little of his origins, the love they felt for Rudeus was as natural as breathing.

Zenith, standing by the kitchen counter, looked down at the empty bowls and utensils spread out before her. She shook her head in disbelief, wiping a stray strand of blonde hair from her face as she chuckled to herself. "I still can't believe how much he can eat," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else.

Lilia, the family's devoted housemaid, was busy putting away the remnants of the evening meal. She nodded in agreement, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "He certainly has an appetite, Mrs. Greyrat. I've never seen a child his age eat so much. It's like he's making up for all the meals he missed before he arrived here."

Zenith laughed softly, but her gaze drifted toward the cradle in the corner of the room, where Rudeus was currently nestled. The baby was wide awake, his large, curious eyes scanning the room with a level of awareness that often surprised Zenith. His tiny tail flicked playfully, a habit that had endeared him to the entire household, though it was still a source of mystery.

Paul entered the room, wiping his hands on a cloth after finishing his chores outside. His eyes immediately sought out Rudeus, a smile spreading across his rugged features as he saw the child content in his cradle. "Is it time to feed him again?" he asked, though the question was more rhetorical than anything. It seemed that Rudeus was always ready to eat, no matter how recently he had been fed.

Zenith smiled at her husband, her heart swelling with affection for the man who had embraced their new role as parents with such enthusiasm. "Yes, and I think it's your turn," she said teasingly, handing Paul a small spoon and a bowl filled with a mushy mixture of vegetables and fruits.

Paul took the bowl and spoon with mock solemnity, nodding as if accepting a great challenge. "Alright, little man," he said, turning his attention to Rudeus. "Let's see if we can keep up with that bottomless pit of a stomach you've got."

Rudeus, as if understanding Paul's words, let out a happy gurgle and reached out with chubby hands, his tiny fingers grasping at the air in anticipation. Paul couldn't help but laugh at the sight, his heart warming at the innocent enthusiasm of the child.

Carefully, Paul scooped up a spoonful of the mush and brought it to Rudeus's lips. The baby eagerly accepted it, swallowing with gusto before opening his mouth wide for more. Paul fed him another spoonful, and then another, his eyebrows rising higher with each bite as Rudeus showed no signs of slowing down.

"You're really going to town, aren't you?" Paul remarked with a grin, though there was a note of genuine surprise in his voice. "I don't think I've ever seen a baby with an appetite like yours, Rudeus. I think you eat more than I do!"

Zenith and Lilia both laughed, the sound filling the room with warmth. It was true—Rudeus's appetite was unlike anything they had ever encountered. He could devour more food in one sitting than they would have thought possible for a child his size. It was as if his body demanded sustenance on a level far beyond that of a normal infant, a reminder of the extraordinary nature of the child they had taken in.

As Paul continued to feed Rudeus, the baby kicked his legs in excitement, his tail swishing behind him. Despite the occasional mess that resulted from his enthusiastic eating, there was a joy in the task that Paul found deeply fulfilling. Each spoonful that Rudeus swallowed felt like a small victory, a sign that the child was healthy and thriving under their care.

Finally, after what felt like an endless cycle of spoonfuls, Rudeus let out a satisfied sigh and leaned back in his cradle, his belly full and his eyes half-closed in contentment. Paul set the empty bowl aside and wiped a bit of food from the baby's cheek, shaking his head in amazement.

"I swear, Zenith, he just ate enough for a grown man," Paul said, his voice tinged with awe. "How does he do it?"

Zenith smiled softly as she joined Paul by the cradle, looking down at Rudeus with a mixture of love and wonder. "Maybe it's because he's not just any child," she mused, her hand gently stroking Rudeus's soft hair. "There's something special about him, Paul. We both know it."

Paul nodded, his expression thoughtful as he gazed at the sleeping infant. "Yeah," he agreed quietly. "There's definitely something special about him."

As if in response to their words, Rudeus shifted slightly in his sleep, his tiny fingers curling around the edge of his blanket. Zenith and Paul exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them.

The days in Buena Village passed with a peaceful regularity, each one marked by the simple joys and small challenges that came with raising a child. Rudeus, with his boundless energy and ever-growing curiosity, kept Zenith, Paul, and Lilia constantly on their toes. Whether he was exploring the corners of the house on all fours, pulling himself up on furniture, or babbling in his own language of coos and giggles, Rudeus filled the Greyrat household with a vitality that was both exhausting and invigorating.

It was during one of these ordinary days that Paul found himself sitting on the floor of the living room, playing with Rudeus while Zenith prepared lunch in the kitchen. The baby, now able to sit up on his own, was busy reaching for the various toys scattered around him, his tiny hands grabbing at colorful blocks and stuffed animals with an intensity that belied his young age.

Paul watched with a smile as Rudeus grabbed hold of a wooden block, his fingers wrapping around it with surprising strength. The baby examined the block with a furrowed brow, as if trying to determine its purpose, before eventually tossing it aside in favor of something else. The action made Paul chuckle—it was fascinating to see how Rudeus's mind worked, even at such a young age.

As Rudeus reached for another toy, his hand brushed against Paul's outstretched fingers. For a moment, the baby paused, his eyes locking onto Paul's hand with a look of intense concentration. Then, with a determined grunt, Rudeus grabbed hold of Paul's finger, his tiny fist closing around it with surprising force.

Paul winced slightly as he felt the pressure of Rudeus's grip. "Whoa there, little guy," he said with a laugh, though the pain in his finger was very real. "You've got one hell of a grip, don't you?"

Rudeus, oblivious to the discomfort he was causing, looked up at Paul with a wide, innocent grin. His grip tightened even further, his tiny muscles straining as he held on with all his might. Paul's eyes widened in surprise as he realized just how strong the baby was—Rudeus's grip was easily as strong as that of a much older child, if not stronger.

"Zenith!" Paul called out, a mixture of amusement and astonishment in his voice. "Come over here and see this. Our little Rudeus is stronger than he looks!"

Zenith appeared in the doorway, wiping her hands on her apron as she approached. "What is it, Paul?" she asked, a curious smile on her lips.

Paul held up his hand, showing Zenith how Rudeus's tiny fist was still clenched tightly around his finger. "Look at this grip," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I swear, he could probably crush a walnut if he wanted to."

Zenith's eyes widened as she took in the sight. "Oh my goodness," she breathed, reaching out to gently pry Rudeus's fingers from Paul's. "Rudeus, you're so strong!"

Rudeus, for his part, seemed pleased with the attention, his grin growing even wider as he released Paul's finger. Zenith lifted the baby into her arms, holding him close as she marveled at his strength. "Paul's right," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "He's going to grow up big and strong, isn't he?"

Paul rubbed his finger, which still tingled from the strength of Rudeus's grip, and nodded with a grin. "Yeah, definitely a future powerhouse. He'll probably be able a powerful fighter."

Zenith laughed, shaking her head. "We already agreed, Paul. He's going to learn magic, like his mother. Imagine how amazing he'll be with a strong grip and magic abilities!"

Paul raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on his face. "Magic, huh? I don't know, Zenith. With a grip like that, I see him more as a warrior, like his old man. Maybe a bit of swordplay, some good old-fashioned combat training."

Zenith gave him a playful nudge with her elbow. "Oh, so now you're planning his future, are you? What happened to letting him decide?"

Paul chuckled, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "I'm just saying, with how strong he is already, he'd make a great fighter. But fine, maybe he can be a magical warrior. Best of both worlds?"

Zenith smiled down at Rudeus, who was contentedly snuggling against her. "A magical warrior, huh? Well, whatever he chooses, we'll be proud of him."

Paul nodded in agreement, his eyes full of affection as he watched Zenith and Rudeus. "Yeah, whatever he decides, he's going to be something special. But mark my words, Zenith, he's got the makings of a real fighter."

As Zenith cuddled Rudeus, the baby nestled against her chest, his tiny tail curling around her arm in a gesture of contentment.

The next few weeks in the Greyrat household passed with the gentle rhythm of village life, marked by the small joys and challenges that came with raising an infant. Rudeus, now a few months old, was growing stronger and more active with each passing day. His insatiable curiosity and boundless energy kept Paul, Zenith, and Lilia constantly on their toes.

As twilight settled over Buena Village, painting the sky in shades of deep indigo, Paul found himself sitting by the living room window, gazing out at the stars that were beginning to appear. The night air was cool, carrying the scent of earth and woodsmoke, a comforting reminder of the home they had built together. As he watched the sky, a thought struck him, and a smile crept across his face.

"Zenith," Paul called out, turning away from the window to find his wife. "Where's Rudeus? I've got an idea."

Zenith, who had been folding laundry by the hearth, looked up with a curious expression. "He's just finishing up his bath with Lilia," she replied, her voice light with amusement. "Why? What are you planning now?"

Paul stood up, his eyes twinkling with excitement as he approached her. "I was thinking… the sky's so clear tonight, and the full moon's about to rise. Why not show it to Rudeus? It could be a fun little moment for him."

Zenith paused, a smile tugging at her lips as she considered Paul's suggestion. "Show him the moon, huh? That does sound sweet, but…" she trailed off, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Isn't it a bit late for stargazing, especially for a little one? He should be getting ready for bed soon."

Paul chuckled, leaning against the back of the armchair. "Come on, Zenith. Just a quick peek. It'll be our first father-son stargazing session. Besides, it's not every night you get to see a full moon this bright. Think of it as an educational experience."

Zenith raised an eyebrow, feigning skepticism as she playfully tapped her chin. "Oh, so now you're giving him a science lesson? Should I fetch a telescope too?"

Paul grinned, unbothered by her teasing. "Why not? Start him young, I say. He's going to be a well-rounded kid—strong, smart, and curious about the world. What's the harm in letting him see the moon before bedtime?"

Before Zenith could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, followed by the soft cooing of a freshly bathed Rudeus. Lilia entered the room, cradling the baby in her arms, wrapped snugly in a soft towel. Rudeus's hair was slightly damp, sticking up in fluffy tufts, and his eyes were bright and alert, as if he knew something exciting was about to happen.

"Here he is," Lilia announced with a warm smile, her voice gentle as she approached Zenith. "All clean and ready for bed."

Zenith reached out and took Rudeus into her arms, pressing a kiss to his forehead as she looked down at his contented face. "You smell so nice and fresh, my little one," she murmured, her heart swelling with affection.

Paul walked over to join them, his earlier excitement still evident in his expression. "Look at him, Zenith. He's wide awake. Just let me show him the moon real quick, and then we'll put him to bed. It'll be our little adventure for the night."

Zenith gave Paul a playful side-eye, though there was no real resistance in her demeanor. "You know, Paul, if we keep letting him stay up late, we'll never get him on a proper sleep schedule. And I thought we agreed to stick to a routine."

Paul sighed dramatically, though he was clearly still in good spirits. "Alright, alright. You win. Bedtime it is." He paused, then added with a grin, "But one of these days, we're going to have that stargazing session. You mark my words."

Zenith laughed softly, shaking her head as she began to carry Rudeus toward the small bedroom they had set up for him. "I'll hold you to that, Paul. But for now, it's time for our little star to get some rest."

Paul followed her into the bedroom, the playful banter giving way to a softer, more intimate moment as they prepared to put Rudeus to bed. The room was dimly lit by a single candle, casting a warm, golden glow over the simple furnishings—a small crib made of polished wood, a rocking chair in the corner, and a chest of drawers that held all of Rudeus's clothes and toys.

Zenith carefully laid Rudeus down in his crib, tucking a soft blanket around him as she hummed a gentle lullaby. The baby yawned, his tiny fists rubbing at his eyes as he settled into the comforting embrace of the blankets. Paul stood by the crib, watching with a tender smile as Zenith soothed their son to sleep.

As Rudeus's eyelids began to droop, Paul leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the baby's forehead. "Sleep tight, little guy," he whispered, his voice filled with affection.

Zenith smiled at Paul, her heart full as she watched him interact with their son. "He's so lucky to have you," she whispered, reaching out to take Paul's hand in hers. "We both are."

Paul squeezed her hand, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "I'm the lucky one," he replied, his voice low and sincere. "I never imagined life could be this good."

Zenith's smile widened, and she leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips. "We're a team," she said simply. "And we've got a pretty amazing little boy to raise together."

They stood there for a few moments longer, watching as Rudeus's breathing slowed and deepened, the rhythm of sleep taking hold. Paul felt a surge of love and protectiveness well up inside him, the kind of feeling that made him want to shield his family from anything that might harm them. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew that he would do whatever it took to keep Zenith and Rudeus safe and happy.

With one last look at their sleeping son, Paul and Zenith quietly left the room, closing the door behind them. They returned to the living room, where the fire had burned down to glowing embers, casting a warm, flickering light over the space.

As Paul settled into the armchair, stretching out his legs with a contented sigh, Zenith joined him, curling up beside him on the sofa. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as they enjoyed the quiet peace of the evening.

For a while, they simply sat together in companionable silence, the bond between them deep and unspoken. The moon had risen fully now, its silver light streaming through the window and casting a soft glow over the room. Paul's earlier excitement had given way to gentle contentment, and he found himself thinking about all the little moments that made up their life together—the laughter, the challenges, the simple joys of raising their son.

"Do you ever wonder," Paul said suddenly, his voice thoughtful, "what it would be like if we knew where Rudeus really came from?"

Zenith looked up at him, her expression curious. "Sometimes," she admitted softly. "But then I remember that it doesn't really matter. He's ours now, and that's what's important."

Paul nodded, his thoughts drifting back to the night Rudeus had come into their lives, crashing down from the sky like a miracle. "I know. It's just… there's so much about him that we don't understand. Like his strength, his appetite… even his tail. It makes me wonder what kind of life he would have had if we hadn't found him."

Zenith reached up to gently stroke his cheek, her touch bringing him back to the present. "Whatever his past was, it brought him to us. And we'll give him the best future we can. That's all we need to focus on."

Paul smiled, feeling the truth of her words settle into his heart. "You're right. As long as he's happy and healthy, that's all that matters."

Zenith returned his smile, then playfully poked his side. "But don't think you're getting out of that stargazing session, Paul. I know how much you want to show him the night sky. Just… maybe not right before bedtime next time."

Paul laughed, the sound deep and full of warmth. "Deal. I'll save it for a night when we're not trying to stick to a routine."

As they sat together in the glow of the dying fire, neither of them noticed the way the moonlight seemed to pool in the hallway outside Rudeus's room, casting an eerie, silvery sheen on the floor. If they had opened the window just a few moments earlier, if they had let the light of the full moon fall upon Rudeus's sleeping form, they would have witnessed something extraordinary—something that would have changed their understanding of their son forever.

But for now, the mystery of Rudeus's origins remained hidden, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself. The night was peaceful, the village quiet, and the Greyrat household, with its warm hearth and loving family, was a sanctuary of contentment.

In the crib, Rudeus slept soundly, his tiny form relaxed and peaceful. The moonlight streaming through the window outside danced on the walls, a silent witness to the secrets that lay dormant within the child. The night was full of possibilities, and though Paul and Zenith were unaware of it, their son was destined for a path far beyond anything they could imagine.

Hey, thanks for sticking around to the end of the chapter! I know nothing too crazy happened this time—just some light-hearted moments with Paul, Zenith, and Rudeus. It's more of a "slice of life" kind of chapter, which honestly was pretty fun to write. But hey, I do wonder what would've happened if Paul had actually shown Broly—oh, wait, I mean Rudeus (oops, still getting used to that name!)—the moon. I mean, he's just a regular baby, right? Nothing crazy could possibly happen... or could it? 😅

Anyway, I had this random burst of motivation to write this chapter, and I'm glad I did. Sometimes, it's nice to just focus on the simple, sweet moments in between all the action. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it!