This is now the third and final chapter of the three-part sequel. I would like to take this opportunity to thank you again for the many great comments and I am very happy that you like my stories so much. A new FF is already in the works.




"But you can't leave me alone with Trunks! What do I do when he wakes up?" scolded Vegeta.


"He won't. And if you do, you pick him up a little. -But don't worry, we'll be back soon." Bulma replied calmly. "See you later!"


"Bye!" Mrs. Briefs whistled.


Dr. Briefs nodded briefly to the Sayajin in parting.


"Bulma! HEY! DAMN!" Vegeta railed and kicked a corner of the wall angrily. A large piece broke out immediately.


"That's no use to you either, Vegeta!" he could still hear his partner's voice. Then only the hum of the gliding vehicle moving away.


"Just leave me alone with the little one!I'm not a nanny! "




"Was it right to leave Vegeta alone with the baby?" asked Mrs. .. Briefs concerned.


"Don't worry. He should also take care of his son one day!"




Grumbling, Vegeta trudged into the nursery and glanced into the crib. Trunks slept soundly.


"Very nice. Keep calm until Bulma comes back, understand?" he muttered.


The baby monitor was on the dresser next to the changing table. Vegeta grabbed one of the two wireless receivers and put it in his pocket. Then he went into the training capsule. There he placed the receiver on the gravity generator and switched it on. If Trunks answered, he would hear him. The next thing he did was turn up the silent force again and start his training.




An hour passed and Vegeta forgot the time. Again and again he tested his speed and his attacks and practiced the transformation into a Super-Sayajin, in order to be able to activate them at any time.

Suddenly a cry reached his ear.


"Oh no! That too! It had to be like that!" he growled, switched gravity back to normal and grabbed the monitor receiver. Indeed, Trunks wailed plaintively.


"Great!"


He hurried back into the house.


"Bulma? Are you back already?"


But nobody answered.


"Would have been too good!" growled the sayajin and stomped up the stairs and into the nursery.


Trunks had pulled himself up on the bars of his cot and was crying heartbreakingly. When he saw Vegeta, he reached out his tiny hands and increased his whimper. The sayajin knew what it meant. Dad pick me up! the little one's eyes seemed to say.


"Is there never any rest from you, little plague?" Vegeta growled. But he took pity and lifted his son out of his bed, hoping that he would calm down.

But Trunks didn't stop squabbling.


"Still not satisfied? Sorry, Mommy left us alone! So you have to make do with me!"


Vegeta suddenly felt a strong odor.


"Sniff ... what the hell is that? What smells so bestial here? -Oh no, is that you, Trunks?"




He pulled the diaper apart at the back, looked - and a second later jerked back with a disgusted grimace!


"Trunks, you piglet! Oh man! How can such a little guy produce such a huge pile of shit!" Vegeta shouted horrified and held the little one away from him with outstretched arms. "Grrrrhhhh! Mano man! Nothing helps! That thing has to go down!"


He put Trunks down on the changing mat and opened the diaper.


"Oh, you sh ... and then so much!


The diaper was more than full. Disgusted, he lifted his little one out, pushed the diaper a little to one side and plucked some damp paper towels from the box next to it.With that he began to rid Baby Trunk's bottom of the worst contaminants.


"ÄÄÄHHHKKK! Disgusting! Humiliating! -Bulma, you pay me for that!"


Relieved of his foul-smelling burden, the little one had meanwhile stopped crying and was following his father's endeavors with interest.


"We would have! And now let's get rid of the bad smelling stuff!"


With one arm he tucked under Baby Trunks, with the other he made the nasty changing mat with the full diaper and dirty towels float. He let it fly until just outside the window, then he built up a weak energy ball and shot it at the floating part! The changing mat and diaper were pulverized.


"Done!" Vegeta gasped, then hurried to the window, tore it open, and inhaled the fresh air.


"Puaaah!"




After a while he returned to the changing table.


"Just don't do that again, you little stinker!" Vegeta growled."Uh, it's still not all gone! And my hands ... ugh deibel! The best thing is, I put you in the tub! Or even better: I'll put myself in right away! - You know what? We just use Mommy's big one , round bathtub! The one with many extras! "




"Well, come here, you little Müffi!" grinned Vegeta "Do you know that I once knew someone who was just as much a Müffi as you? Guldo was the name of this green, fat dwarf! Was often unbearable next to him! But when I had the opportunity, I chuckled him -the turnip shaved off! "


Trunks didn't understand Vegeta's story, of course, but just hearing his father's voice made him squeak happily.


"Exactly. Ritsch-ratsch-turnip off!" grinned Vegeta. "Of course I would never dare to do that with you, Trunks, otherwise your mommy would tear my head off!"


No, I would never dare ... "thought the Sayajin and watched with a smile as Baby Trunks happily stirred the water with his kicking.



"Just sit back and relax here, your mother left your washing kit here somewhere ..."


Vegeta put the little one down in a higher niche in the bathtub, then looked for the control panel. It was at the top of the tub. and had a number of buttons and controls.


"Let's see ... which buttons were again for the hidden storage compartments? The red and the regulator are there for the heating ... is also the only thing I know ... Grmmpf, trying is better than studying!"


He pressed a blue button. As a result, the massage jets were activated. And since Baby Trunks was sitting behind one, he was washed away by the water pressure-washed and disappeared into the mountain of foam.


"Fucking technology! They just have too much frippery in this house!" Vegeta growled and turned the jets off again. Then he noticed that Trunks was no longer in his place.


"Trunks? Oh no! Where is he now? Shit, sure he fell into the water and went under!"

Feverishly he began to feel the bottom of the tub with his hands.


"Trunks? Where are you? I have to find him as soon as possible, he can't swim yet! Bulma will kill me if he drowns!"


Suddenly he felt his little one's arms rowing! Vegeta grabbed him and lifted him out of the water. And what did Baby Trunks do? He coughed once - twice and began to squeak happily again! Vegeta did not know that babies at this age could not drown so quickly because they still had a natural protection of their airways.


"Thank heavens! You didn't seem to mind the little dive!" he sighed in relief. "But this time I'm playing it safe!"


He held his son in one hand and pressed more buttons with the other.


"No-no whirlpool bubbling-out! - certainly not drain the water. -Ha, direct hit!"


A hidden flap popped open to his right. In it Vegeta found a small yellow swim ring that he put on Baby Trunks.

"Now you can't go under ..." he grinned and let the little one bob in the water. "And there we have what we are looking for."


Vegeta pulled out Trunk's wash kit


"And now we're going to clean you up properly, you Müffi!" grinned he pulled the little one to him. During the following wash, Vegeta wasn't exactly squeamish, sometimes he only held Baby Trunks up by one arm and sometimes by one leg. But the little one didn't moan a single time, he just kept squeaking happily.


"Done. And now it's my turn."


Vegeta put his son back in the swim ring.


"Take care how your father does it!"


He dived briefly in and out several times, ruffling his black mane.


"This is called a sayajin quick wash." he grinned. "Well, now enough splashed around, I'm already soaked!"


First Vegeta put his little one down next to the edge of the tub, then climbed out, stayed on all fours and shook himself like a dog!Splashes of water flew in all directions and landed on the tiles and bathroom furniture. Baby Trunks was not spared either. But he just squeaked happily and waved his arms.


"Hey, I've wanted to do that again for a long time! Wasn't it great, shit, wasn't it?"


Without caring about the mean flood he'd left behind, Vegeta picked up his son and left the bathroom.




"Don't fidget, little pain in the ass!" Vegeta growled a little later and tried to dry Trunks off. But he always wanted to crawl away. "Stay seated!"


The baby then made a large, yellow stain on the towel.


"Grrrr .... did that have to be now, you little plague?"


With a wave of his hand he wiped the dirty towel from the table and tore a new one from the cupboard, while the rest of the shelf flew onto the floor. But Vegeta didn't care, he had to get back quickly so that his little son didn't fall off the table.

"So-now you need a diaper in a hurry! And if you have to do it again, hold back until I'm done, okay?"


Vegeta tried to remember how his partner had gone about diaper changing. Just the thought of it made him shudder. But now he had to answer for the first time, there was no one else there.




More of the baby cream he disgusted with landed on the towel than on Baby Trunk's bottom. And the fine powder tickled Vegeta in the nose so much that he let go of two heavy sneezes! And when a Sayajin of his strength had to sneeze, it gave a