really nice wind!


"Oh man!" he growled and rubbed his nose. Baby Trunks was still in a good mood. Apparently little one enjoyed Vegeta's efforts.




"Stay here! I'm not done yet!" the Sayajin growled and tried to hold his struggling son. He knocked over the compact, which fell to the floor and scattered the white powder over the carpet.Shortly afterwards the open cream jar followed, but Trunks had it on his conscience.




"Where are these things ... oh, there in the big box! Bulma always gets the tournament pack, no wonder, given the wear ..."




Annoyed, Vegeta rummaged in the big box.


"Only one diaper left! -That's why Bulma went shopping! -Hope I can do it! How was that again?"


He spread the diaper on the changing table, placed Baby Trunks on it, and then began fumbling with the tape. But he was not used to such fine work with his strong fingers and it came as it had to. Due to his hectic handling, the adhesive strips tore off and the diaper was unusable.


"AAARRRRHHHH! Crap !!" Vegeta cursed loudly. Trunks just squeaked happily.


"Yes, you like that, that I act like a complete idiot! It's good that nobody sees me here! But it's crazy! I can't be mad at you!But why? - In any case, I need a replacement for this diaper, so that there are no more surprises from you! Ha, I know! "


Like lightning he disappeared into his room and threw open the door of his closet. On the floor he found an old blue combat suit that was already quite torn. He quickly pulled out the one-piece and tore off one sleeve with one jerk. Then he hurried back to the nursery.


Trunks hadn't moved and was now looking expectantly at his father.


"Don't you have one, make one for yourself!" grinned Vegeta. Then he picked up the little one, wiped the broken diaper from the table and spread the blue sleeve on it. Then he put Trunks on it and after a few minutes of intensive swaddling and working he had his son properly wrapped up to his stomach. The rest of the sleeve hung down at the back like a blue train.


"Well please! Sit, wobble and have air!" Vegeta grinned and looked at his work with satisfaction."Now I've got really hungry after all the work! You too?"


Baby Trunks squeaked and waved his arms, laughing.


"Then let's pay a visit to the kitchen!"




In the kitchen, he put Trunks in his high chair.


"You wait here. Dad is looking for something to eat for us now!"


Vegeta threw open the door to the storage cupboard and picked up the best box.


"What have we here?" he muttered, looking at the box. "Baby food ...."


He held the box to his ear and shook it.


"Powder stuff! That's not for you! -If you want to become big and strong, you need something really solid to eat!" Vegeta growled and tossed the box carelessly over his shoulder. Then he opened the refrigerator and rummaged through it.


"What's that - again - baby food, this time in jars! No wonder Trunks is so small!" he growled, shaking his head, and pushed the glasses to one side with a wave of his hand.Some fell off the counter and on the floor. Every time one of the glasses cracked, Baby Trunks gave a happy squeak and clapped his hands.


"You like that, don't you? Your mother will be less happy about it. But we don't care, don't we, shit?" grinned Vegeta. His son squealed in confirmation and kicked happily.


"Aaaah, well! That looks a lot better!"


He took out a large, covered glass bowl with a red and white contents.


"Look what I found beautiful! The right thing for guys like us!" Vegeta called and showed Trunks the bowl. The baby squealed happily and stretched its arms.


The sayajin tore off the cover and put the whole bowl in the microwave. Fortunately, he had watched Bulma and Mrs. Briefs often and knew how to use the household appliances. While the food was warming, he tied his son's large bib, which looked like a shirt.

"So that I don't have to put you in the tub again afterwards."


A bell signal indicated that the meal was ready.


Vegeta took the bowl out of the microwave again. Then he dug out the little blue plate, Trunks' baby dishes, and poured some of the contents from the bowl into it.


"Here, food for champions! So that you can grow tall and strong! Like your dad!" Vegeta grinned and put the filled plate in front of his little son: spaghetti with tomato sauce. A large portion was left over from the day before. With the rest in the bowl, Vegeta sat down at the table across from Trunks and began to eat.


Baby Trunks first looked questioningly at the strange mountain on his plate in front of him, but then with a happy cheer he dug his hands into the pasta and stuffed it into his mouth.


"That's good! Let's go for the bacon!" grinned Vegeta.


Bulma would have let out a startled scream at that moment, had she been here.Trunks only had two teeth and she would never have allowed your baby to eat solid food! But father and son clearly enjoyed the meal, satisfied the little one was munching his spaghetti and had soon scattered his noodles with the sauce everywhere. He found the red handprints on the tablecloth that he left everywhere he went with his little hands particularly funny.




Vegeta soon had the bowl empty. He rinsed it off with a large glass of water.


"Aha, you're done too."


With a wet cloth he wiped Baby Trunks face and hands clean and took off smeared bibs and gave him some tea from one of the countless bottles in the kitchen.


"And what do we do now until your mommy finally comes home?"


In response, Baby Trunks started yawning heartily.


"Hey, good idea! A digestive nap can't hurt!" Vegeta grinned and left the kitchen with his little one in the direction of the living room ...



"This shopping trip took a little longer than planned! I hope Vegeta won't be too angry that we left him alone with Trunks for so long!" Bulma said meanwhile. Your father just drove the car into the garage at home. Bulma got out and grabbed the large nappy box from the trunk. Then she hurried to the front door and unlocked it.


"Huhu, Vegeta! We're back there!" called her. But she got no answer.


"Well? Where can he be? He's probably still training!"


"No, my child. I just checked. It's not in the training capsule." replied Dr. Briefs, who brought the rest of the shopping into the house with his wife. Bulma got a bad feeling and she hurried up the stairs, down the hall and into the nursery.


"Thunderbolt! What happened here?" she exclaimed. Trunk's room was like a small battlefield. The towels were on the floor, next to the changing table the powder jar and the cream jar on the floor, and above them a towel on which Baby Trunks had immortalized.And an unused diaper with torn off adhesive strips. There was no trace of Baby Trunks or Vegeta.


"What is it, honey?" asked Mrs. Briefs. "Good gracious!"


"And where is the changing mat?"


Bulma looked around and suddenly noticed a small black pile of ash on the carpet.


"He's not getting a ball of energy ... huh, with Veg´ everything is possible!"


"Who caused this chaos?" asked Dr. Briefs.


"It looks like Vegeta tried diapering. Eieiei, never leave a Sayajin alone at home!"


The door from the nursery to the bedroom was open. Bulma went into the next room, but all she found here was Vegeta's sweaty blue one-piece suit on the floor.


"And you always have to clean up afterwards!" she grumbled.


The next room she checked was the bathroom.


"Oh no!" she moaned.


The tiles, the bathroom furniture and the floor were covered with splashes of water and puddles, the carpeting soaked with water.

"What was he doing here? A water fight? -If I get you, Vegeta!"


"It looks like it left its mark on the whole house!" said Dr. Briefs.


"In any case, I'll never leave this Sayajin at home alone again! He's even worse than a bunch of children playing!"




A trail of water led from the bathroom across the hall back into the nursery.


"We've been here before. Let's look in the kitchen next! -Vegeta! Where the hell are you? And where is my little Trunks?"




The same mess awaited Bulma and her parents in the kitchen.


"This is just unreal!" she exclaimed and clapped her hands over her head in horror.


"Look, my child! There are Trunks handprints all over the table! Isn't that cute?" said Mrs. Briefs, looking at the tomato sauce stains.


"Ohh! Vegeta ate the leftover spagetti and gave Trunks some too!"Yes, does he still have them all? The little one will upset his stomach! "Shouted Bulma, who was slowly getting angry at her partner.


"Oh, kid! You were even younger than your little son when you tried spaghetti for the first time! And you didn't mind! We even have a photo of it!" smiled Dr. Briefs.


"Oh yes-that's right! But where is Vegeta? And where is my little darling? If something happened to him, then ....." growled Bulma and clenched her fists.




The last room left was the living room. So she stormed into the room, followed by her parents, and stopped as if moved by thunder!


"Oooh! How cute!" exclaimed Mrs. Briefs, delightedly, in a hushed voice.




The sight of Bulma was incredible. Vegeta was sprawled on the sofa, snoring, one leg hanging over the armrest, the other half off the seat. And Trunks had snuggled into the crook of his arm and was also sleeping peacefully.At that moment she forgot that she actually wanted to scold, her anger was suddenly gone.


"Vegeta..Vegeta .... You really are an incredible number! But at least you took care