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Fanfic: Der Kampf um die Königswürde-Teil 7
Chapter: The fight for royalty-part 7
Here is the seventh part.
“Veg?” Bulma stepped up behind your companion and put her arms around his shoulders.
“Hrmm?” The Sayajin Prince looked up.
"Tomorrow Vegatta invited us to visit the children's department of the city hospital with her. And I would like you to accompany us. Kuririn, Son-Goku and Goten have already agreed!"
"What am I supposed to do in the hospital? I've already spent enough time in this institution when I've got the coals out of the fire for Freezer!" the sayajin growled.
"But you don't even want to see the future generation of Burai. As a possible king, you should."
"Possible king! How that sounds!"
"Oh please, papa!" Trunks begged.
"Babies! This is not for a warrior like me!"
"Don't you like babies, papa? I used to be one too!" Trunks looked disappointed.
"Grrmmm ..... that is ... that was ... I mean .... haaarrchhh! All right!I'll come with you tomorrow! "
"Great, papa!"
Trunks gave his father a stormy hug, who made a squeaky sound!
"Jauugghh! Be careful!" he growled.
"Oh, sorry, papa! I forgot!"
And in Son Goku's rooms ...
“How are you enjoying Burai so far?” Asked Vegatta, who had come for a short visit.
"Great! You really made something out of this world! I didn't think there would be so many of us left! I thought, me and Vegeta, we would be the last pure-blooded Sayajins!" answered Goku.
"Maybe we can go visit Parduk tomorrow evening when he feels better. He still has problems with his old injuries. But he knows about your arrival and has told me that he definitely wants to see you! He will be in touch as soon as he is better. "
The next day in front of the city hospital ...
"Nice of you to come with us, brother." Vegatta smiled.
"Grrrmmm .... Bulma talked me into coming!" the sayajin growled.
"Old grumbler! Don't always scowl like that!"
"Well here we are."
Vegatta opened a glass door and everyone entered.
"So this is the children's ward.
In a large, semi-dark room, beds were lined up in rows. Some of these were occupied by newborns who slept peacefully.
"These are all babies that are just a few days old. Not only do we have sayajins here, but the children of outworlders. Everyone is treated in this big hospital.
"Man, are they cute! That reminds me of when Marron was born!" noted Kuririn.
"How is my little one doing now?"
"She's safe with your mother. Or she's playing with your friends." replied Bulma.
Kuririn nodded. He knew that his little one was in good hands with 18C. Because she was definitely one thing: a caring and loving mother.
"One of you is waking up here!" said Trunks, looking into one of the beds.
"Take care, I'll show you something." Vegatta smiled. She untied her tail, took the newborn out and wrapped her appendage around it so that the little one sat astride the base of the tail. Immediately the baby clawed his back with his little hands and legs
"Look, Trunks! Like a little monkey!" laughed Son-Goten.
"This is how the little ones are normally carried with us when they grow up with their parents. By fathers and mothers alike. The little ones are safe and their hands remain free. It is the traditional way that was more and more forgotten on Vegeta most babies grew up in day care centers. "
"I know. Vegeta told me about it. -How cute."
"Clinging happens instinctively. And the little one also secures itself with its own tail, which it wraps around that of its mother or father."
"Heheh, I remember my wet nurse carried me that way first." grinned Vegeta. "And even my father sometimes took me to his training sessions so that I could be there up close!"
"Haha, I can do that too!" laughed Son-Goten "Hepp!"
And he jumped from behind on his father's back, clasped his legs around his waist and clung to his shirt.
"Aren't you a little too big for that, my son?" Goku asked with a smile.
Vegatta had meanwhile put the newborn back in its cot.
"I helped bring this little one into the world with this little one." she said.
"You helped give birth to babies?" Bulma marveled.
"Of course. When we were still living on this barren planet, there were often pregnant women among the refugees who did not want their babies to be sent to other planets! Mother was the only one who knew most about obstetrics at the time and always had a hand herself first and later taught it to me and a few other women.This is how my love for children developed. Even today I still volunteer to help out now and then. "
"That's great! I admire you!"
"I like to be here and take care of the little ones."
"Vegeta also told me that you sent programmed babies to planets so that they could conquer them! As with Goku." noted Bulma. Vegatta's face darkened.
"That is true. And mother found this most terrible. It was also the first thing that she wanted to abolish if she had succeeded with your plan at the time!"
"How did that go about programming exactly?"
"These poor babies, always those of lower-class warriors, had a chip with a command program implanted in their ears, which also contained a language translation program. The command was triggered by the computer in the capsule and by the projection of a moon, if not one would have."
"I see. Hmmm ... when I fell on my head as a baby, this chip must have fallen out or it broke.That's why I forgot my job! "
"Luckily!" Bulma sighed.
"We can have this examined here at the hospital. If the chip is still there, we will remove it for you," Vegatta remarked.
"That hurts?" Goku asked uncertainly.
"Not in the least."
"Okay. No problem."
Vegeta strolled bored between the beds and looked at the sleeping babies. He also recognized children of other races in between. There was really no longer any strict division into classes or races.
Suddenly he saw something lying on the floor in front of him. He picked it up. It was a fur oozaru, a children's toy.
"I had one of those too. Father gave it to me when I couldn't walk, so that I wouldn't be so lonely in my cradle." he thought wistfully.
Suddenly he felt that someone was pulling his pants leg quite hard. Vegeta turned to the side and his gaze fell on a bed, over the foot of which a Sayajin newborn had leaned and with energetic eyes held out his little hands for the toy.
"Hey, is it yours? But you're already quite perky for a newborn! There, take it."
With a happy squeak, the baby clutched his toy and rolled back.
"Well what! You're a little girl! And already so strong?"
Curious, Vegeta got the little one out of her bed, held her up and looked at her skeptically.
"Unbelievable! This little brat already has considerable fighting power! I feel that it must be around 200! I had 250 when I was born, father once told me. Hey, what are you doing!"
The newborn had dropped his toy and just crawled out of Vegeta's hands onto his shoulders! There it clawed its mane and squeaked happily.
"Come back here at once, insolent brat!"
"Haha, look, my brother seems to have enjoyed keeping up with the little ones too!" the Sayajin smiled.
Meanwhile the little one had crawled into the crook of Vegeta's arm.It had clung to the fabric of its shirt with its little hands again and again so as not to fall off.
But now it snuggled deep into the crook of its arm and closed its eyes.
"She's just looking for warmth." Vegatta explained with a smile. Such a heat lamp doesn’t replace maternal or paternal warmth. "
"This little brat already has it as a sly!"
"Give it to me, I'll put it back in your crib!"
"No ... leave them to me for a while longer. I'll do it then."
"As you wish." Vegata smiled and turned to Bulma and the others. She made big, astonished eyes.
"Who is the little one's mother?"
"Well, that's a sad story. The father died four months ago during an operation. He was a brave and capable warrior who could have made it far! And the mother, who is also a good warrior, is unfortunately shortly after." died of childbirth.She has no other relatives. "
"Oh no! That poor little thing!" said Bulma sadly.
"And now we are looking for suitable parents who will take on the upbringing and education of this child. A young boy with such high fighting strength needs a special education so that it learns to use its strength correctly at an early age! And stays until we have found the right one the little one here for so long. That's why she's the oldest here at six weeks! "
In the meantime Vegeta had carefully put the little girl back in her cot
"That's why you were so lively, you little brat!" he grinned. Then he picked up the stuffed animal again and placed it next to the sleeping baby.
"Well? Wasn't that bad, such a little girl, right?" Bulma whispered to her partner.
"Hrrmm .... you can get used to it ..."
And a little later, in another department of the hospital ...
"Hmm ... the chip is still there. But it's compressed into an indefinable lump!" the doctor noticed and carefully withdrew the probe from Goku's ear.
"With these special tweezers we have the thing right outside.
So Goku got the foreign body painlessly removed from his ear. It only pinched a little when the broken chip inside was peeled off.
"Uff, thanks! Now I'm rid of that thing forever!"
"Well? Are you very bored?" asked Bulma.
“Veg?” Bulma stepped up behind your companion and put her arms around his shoulders.
“Hrmm?” The Sayajin Prince looked up.
"Tomorrow Vegatta invited us to visit the children's department of the city hospital with her. And I would like you to accompany us. Kuririn, Son-Goku and Goten have already agreed!"
"What am I supposed to do in the hospital? I've already spent enough time in this institution when I've got the coals out of the fire for Freezer!" the sayajin growled.
"But you don't even want to see the future generation of Burai. As a possible king, you should."
"Possible king! How that sounds!"
"Oh please, papa!" Trunks begged.
"Babies! This is not for a warrior like me!"
"Don't you like babies, papa? I used to be one too!" Trunks looked disappointed.
"Grrmmm ..... that is ... that was ... I mean .... haaarrchhh! All right!I'll come with you tomorrow! "
"Great, papa!"
Trunks gave his father a stormy hug, who made a squeaky sound!
"Jauugghh! Be careful!" he growled.
"Oh, sorry, papa! I forgot!"
And in Son Goku's rooms ...
“How are you enjoying Burai so far?” Asked Vegatta, who had come for a short visit.
"Great! You really made something out of this world! I didn't think there would be so many of us left! I thought, me and Vegeta, we would be the last pure-blooded Sayajins!" answered Goku.
"Maybe we can go visit Parduk tomorrow evening when he feels better. He still has problems with his old injuries. But he knows about your arrival and has told me that he definitely wants to see you! He will be in touch as soon as he is better. "
The next day in front of the city hospital ...
"Nice of you to come with us, brother." Vegatta smiled.
"Grrrmmm .... Bulma talked me into coming!" the sayajin growled.
"Old grumbler! Don't always scowl like that!"
"Well here we are."
Vegatta opened a glass door and everyone entered.
"So this is the children's ward.
In a large, semi-dark room, beds were lined up in rows. Some of these were occupied by newborns who slept peacefully.
"These are all babies that are just a few days old. Not only do we have sayajins here, but the children of outworlders. Everyone is treated in this big hospital.
"Man, are they cute! That reminds me of when Marron was born!" noted Kuririn.
"How is my little one doing now?"
"She's safe with your mother. Or she's playing with your friends." replied Bulma.
Kuririn nodded. He knew that his little one was in good hands with 18C. Because she was definitely one thing: a caring and loving mother.
"One of you is waking up here!" said Trunks, looking into one of the beds.
"Take care, I'll show you something." Vegatta smiled. She untied her tail, took the newborn out and wrapped her appendage around it so that the little one sat astride the base of the tail. Immediately the baby clawed his back with his little hands and legs
"Look, Trunks! Like a little monkey!" laughed Son-Goten.
"This is how the little ones are normally carried with us when they grow up with their parents. By fathers and mothers alike. The little ones are safe and their hands remain free. It is the traditional way that was more and more forgotten on Vegeta most babies grew up in day care centers. "
"I know. Vegeta told me about it. -How cute."
"Clinging happens instinctively. And the little one also secures itself with its own tail, which it wraps around that of its mother or father."
"Heheh, I remember my wet nurse carried me that way first." grinned Vegeta. "And even my father sometimes took me to his training sessions so that I could be there up close!"
"Haha, I can do that too!" laughed Son-Goten "Hepp!"
And he jumped from behind on his father's back, clasped his legs around his waist and clung to his shirt.
"Aren't you a little too big for that, my son?" Goku asked with a smile.
Vegatta had meanwhile put the newborn back in its cot.
"I helped bring this little one into the world with this little one." she said.
"You helped give birth to babies?" Bulma marveled.
"Of course. When we were still living on this barren planet, there were often pregnant women among the refugees who did not want their babies to be sent to other planets! Mother was the only one who knew most about obstetrics at the time and always had a hand herself first and later taught it to me and a few other women.This is how my love for children developed. Even today I still volunteer to help out now and then. "
"That's great! I admire you!"
"I like to be here and take care of the little ones."
"Vegeta also told me that you sent programmed babies to planets so that they could conquer them! As with Goku." noted Bulma. Vegatta's face darkened.
"That is true. And mother found this most terrible. It was also the first thing that she wanted to abolish if she had succeeded with your plan at the time!"
"How did that go about programming exactly?"
"These poor babies, always those of lower-class warriors, had a chip with a command program implanted in their ears, which also contained a language translation program. The command was triggered by the computer in the capsule and by the projection of a moon, if not one would have."
"I see. Hmmm ... when I fell on my head as a baby, this chip must have fallen out or it broke.That's why I forgot my job! "
"Luckily!" Bulma sighed.
"We can have this examined here at the hospital. If the chip is still there, we will remove it for you," Vegatta remarked.
"That hurts?" Goku asked uncertainly.
"Not in the least."
"Okay. No problem."
Vegeta strolled bored between the beds and looked at the sleeping babies. He also recognized children of other races in between. There was really no longer any strict division into classes or races.
Suddenly he saw something lying on the floor in front of him. He picked it up. It was a fur oozaru, a children's toy.
"I had one of those too. Father gave it to me when I couldn't walk, so that I wouldn't be so lonely in my cradle." he thought wistfully.
Suddenly he felt that someone was pulling his pants leg quite hard. Vegeta turned to the side and his gaze fell on a bed, over the foot of which a Sayajin newborn had leaned and with energetic eyes held out his little hands for the toy.
"Hey, is it yours? But you're already quite perky for a newborn! There, take it."
With a happy squeak, the baby clutched his toy and rolled back.
"Well what! You're a little girl! And already so strong?"
Curious, Vegeta got the little one out of her bed, held her up and looked at her skeptically.
"Unbelievable! This little brat already has considerable fighting power! I feel that it must be around 200! I had 250 when I was born, father once told me. Hey, what are you doing!"
The newborn had dropped his toy and just crawled out of Vegeta's hands onto his shoulders! There it clawed its mane and squeaked happily.
"Come back here at once, insolent brat!"
"Haha, look, my brother seems to have enjoyed keeping up with the little ones too!" the Sayajin smiled.
Meanwhile the little one had crawled into the crook of Vegeta's arm.It had clung to the fabric of its shirt with its little hands again and again so as not to fall off.
But now it snuggled deep into the crook of its arm and closed its eyes.
"She's just looking for warmth." Vegatta explained with a smile. Such a heat lamp doesn’t replace maternal or paternal warmth. "
"This little brat already has it as a sly!"
"Give it to me, I'll put it back in your crib!"
"No ... leave them to me for a while longer. I'll do it then."
"As you wish." Vegata smiled and turned to Bulma and the others. She made big, astonished eyes.
"Who is the little one's mother?"
"Well, that's a sad story. The father died four months ago during an operation. He was a brave and capable warrior who could have made it far! And the mother, who is also a good warrior, is unfortunately shortly after." died of childbirth.She has no other relatives. "
"Oh no! That poor little thing!" said Bulma sadly.
"And now we are looking for suitable parents who will take on the upbringing and education of this child. A young boy with such high fighting strength needs a special education so that it learns to use its strength correctly at an early age! And stays until we have found the right one the little one here for so long. That's why she's the oldest here at six weeks! "
In the meantime Vegeta had carefully put the little girl back in her cot
"That's why you were so lively, you little brat!" he grinned. Then he picked up the stuffed animal again and placed it next to the sleeping baby.
"Well? Wasn't that bad, such a little girl, right?" Bulma whispered to her partner.
"Hrrmm .... you can get used to it ..."
And a little later, in another department of the hospital ...
"Hmm ... the chip is still there. But it's compressed into an indefinable lump!" the doctor noticed and carefully withdrew the probe from Goku's ear.
"With these special tweezers we have the thing right outside.
So Goku got the foreign body painlessly removed from his ear. It only pinched a little when the broken chip inside was peeled off.
"Uff, thanks! Now I'm rid of that thing forever!"
"Well? Are you very bored?" asked Bulma.