gloves and placed them on the sofa.


"If you want, you can also briefly disappear into the shower.The bathroom is over there.


"Not a bad idea after all the excitement. But if something happens, call me right away!"


"Don't worry. I'm fine. I'm just exhausted."




When he came out of the bathroom, Bulma was asleep. The Sayajin gave her a loving look, then he went to the bed in which his little son was sleeping and watched the tiny creature.


"So that's how it is when you're a father." he thought.


These feelings came back to him, as they did a few months ago when he began to feel something for Bulma. But now these feelings were directed towards his little offspring, who lay so helpless and fragile in front of him in his little bed.


With an almost loving movement, he stroked the almost bald head of his son and smiled.


"It doesn't matter if he's more human or Sayajin. In any case, he's yours." he muttered and looked at his sleeping partner.


Suddenly the newborn began to stir and whimper softly.

"Heyhey, don't start again, your mother needs rest now." Vegeta said softly and lifted the baby out of the crib. His crying grew louder.


"No no, come on, let your mother sleep!"


He tried to keep it like he had seen Bulma do. And when the little one felt Vegeta's warm skin, he calmed down again.


"Ah-he's getting very calm again! And now he's sleeping again. So quickly all of a sudden?"


Vegeta had no idea that the newborn just had a need for human warmth.


"Do you like to be worn all the time?" he smiled. And then he lowered his head and gently touched the round face with his lips.


"This little being makes me do things that I would never have done before! It seems like a special force that drives me to feel this way about my son."


He carefully put the newborn back in its cot.



When Bulma woke up again, Vegeta had fallen asleep on the sofa.


A short time later a nurse entered the room and brought the food.


"So what? Your partner is still there!" she said in a hushed voice.


"He wants to stay here all the time. Do you have a blanket and pillow?"


"Of course. But I've never seen anything like it! He won't leave your side! Like a bodyguard!"


Before the sister left the room, she checked on the newborn for a moment.


"If you need help looking after your baby, let us know." she said.


"I will." Bulma nodded.




Vegeta woke up when he felt someone move his head.


"Oh-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."


Bulma was standing next to his sleeping place and had just put a pillow under him.


"Are you standing again?"


"Of course. I'm feeling better.-I saved some of my food for you. It's not much, but tomorrow you'll get an extra portion. "


The sayajin sat up.


"Our son?"


"He's sleeping. Don't worry."


"What do we actually want to call him?"


"Well-I'd like to name him after my favorite uncle who died so early. His name was Trunks. And you?"


"I also came up with a name for him. I would like to call him Chiad, it is the name of a legendary Sayajin warrior who lived a long time ago."


"Then let's just do it like this: He should get both names. Trunks Chiad Briefs. Trunks first, because we live here on earth, Chiad as a second name in memory of your Sayajin origins, and Briefs is my family name. That sounds like it but quite good. "


"Man, three names! Everyone has only one with us."


"It is very common for us to get a second or third first name."


"Then it's supposed to be like that." Vegeta nodded, got up and went to the cot.

Then he took the newborn out, went with him to the window and then lifted the little one high into the air, towards the sky.


"Father! Can you see him? I have a son! He will pass on my inheritance!" Vegeta called proudly. "His name is Trunks Chiad!"




Towards evening the phone rang several times. All friends and neighbors of the Briefs family called and congratulated. There were even several large bouquets of flowers and greeting cards by messenger, which soon took up half the room.


"What a hype, Vegeta thought. I would just like to know how the birth of a Sayajin prince was celebrated on my homeworld ... heheh, probably with a huge drinking binge!"


He had sat down at the little table and was eating the rest of Bulma's supper. His partner had grown tired again after eating and fell asleep.


"Just take a rest. You and our son have nothing to fear, I'm here and watch out." he smiled.

After dinner he sat down on the sofa again and crossed his arms over his chest.


Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door. Vegeta jumped up and hurried to the door. Then he opened it a crack.


There were three men outside, the first one holding a camera, the second a microphone and a recorder. And the third had a pad and a pen in his hand.


"What's up?" Vegeta asked angrily. The three men had a somewhat queasy feeling when they saw the muscular Sayajin standing in front of them, dressed only in his blue combat suit - pants and boots.


"Uh-we're from the newspaper. We learned that Mrs. Bulma Briefs, the daughter of the most respected scientist in this city, Dr. Briefs, has become a mother today. May we ask the madam for a short interview for tomorrow's issue and take a few photos? " asked the one with the camera.


Vegeta's expression darkened.He hated nothing more than reporters, be they from television or the newspaper.


"Damn the press! Fuck off before I get really mad!" he growled menacingly.


The three men made frightened faces, but then the foremost of you took heart and said: "Well, listen! We won't let ourselves talk like that!"


"Oh yes? Okay, I can do it differently!" Vegeta growled and grinned wickedly.


Less than ten seconds later, the first slid face down across the newly polished corridor of the clinic towards the exit! He pounded headfirst through the swinging door! Shortly afterwards the second man followed, sliding on the bottom of his pants, his microphone between his teeth! The third journalist fled by himself!


"You morons are lucky that I'm in such a good mood today! Otherwise I would have raised other sides with you guys!" Vegeta called afterwards. Then he disappeared back into the sickroom."And from now on I don't want any more disturbance!"




"What an insolence!" the reporter scolded and checked that his camera was still okay. The second spat out his mic.


"What kind of one was that?" asked the third.


"Sure n´ Bodygard! Have you seen what kind of muscles he has?" noticed the one with the microphone.


"Of course! He dumped us as if we were empty sacks!"


"So I'm leaving! The guy is dangerous to the public!" the journalist noticed and headed towards the foyer.


"We'll come with you!" his colleagues agreed.




End of the first part.