this feeling for the turquoise-haired woman a few times, but now it was a lot stronger. He was completely confused. And, strangely enough, very sad. What should he do? Fly to Bulma and Trunks? If he was honest, he would really like to be with you. And then? He couldn't apologize to Bulma that easily! What for? What could he do that she thought he was a bad father? That may even be true by the standards here on earth. He had no idea how to raise a child here. All he knew was training to get stronger and fighting. Actually, that was all he could. But had already noticed that things were different here on earth.Children learned to read, write, history and stuff in schools here. The people here worked in a wide variety of professions. On Vegeta-sei they had slaves for that. But that was probably not the case here.
Vegeta realized that he had reached a turning point in his life. He had to admit that now. He just couldn't go on like before. Vegeta-sei had not been around for a long time, and neither were Freezer or his former companions. He had started to feel comfortable on earth and to accept it as a new home. But somehow Bulma and now Trunks also belonged to his home. For the first time he felt a real longing for the two of them. Just stand there and watch the turquoise-haired woman cradle her child in her arms. And that happened to him, the cruel, cold-blooded and proud Sayajin warrior. And as if that wasn't enough, he felt tears running down his cheeks. He wasn't sobbing. The more he thought, the wetter his cheeks became.A deep despair filled him.
Yes, our little prince was actually bathing in self-pity for the first time in his life. He reviewed the past. The few memories of his father and the life on Vegeta-sei passed him by, then his life with Freezer was anything but easy. Especially Freezer's conditioning after failing to break the Sayjajin prince's pride. Today he still had nightmares about the needles and the urgent commands that he was only able to shake off two years ago. It hadn’t been easy for him. And now he had a son and yet again he didn't. He suddenly felt such strange things for others. It was literally howling. He ought to be training and not sitting around stupidly and screaming like són washerwoman. If Freezer or his father could see that, then ..... yes what would be? The fact is that neither Freezer nor his father could see him like that.There was neither a Freezer, nor a King Vegeta, nor Vegeta-sei. This was his life and he was slowly beginning to adjust. Well, that didn’t fail in the long run.
Vegeta sat on the rock for a while until his tears were dry. Then, following an impulse, he flew to the hospital again. Pressed close to the wall, he watched through the window as Bulma put their son to bed.
"Good night you two!" he whispered softly and flew back into the beginning of the night.

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A week later, Bulma and her little Trunks were at home. Vegeta hadn’t seen her again since then and the young mother got a little pang that the father of her child didn’t show up at all. He was probably there while she was still in the hospital and picked up the repaired spaceship. Otherwise radio silence. But she should have guessed it right away!
The little Trunks kept his mother and actually the rest of the area including the animals on their toes.On the one hand, he was constantly hungry, so that Bulma had to feed more within a very short time, since her breasts were absolutely not designed for such a high nutritional requirement. On the other hand, the guy was quite strong for his age. If the one in Babymanier grabbed a finger, you could be lucky if it wasn't broken afterwards. Bulma's father was once less fortunate, but Trunks learned to keep his enthusiasm under control. After all, you only want to hurt your enemies and not your dear grandpa.
It was evening and Bulma was just laying her baby to sleep when she felt a strange tingling sensation in her neck, as if someone was watching her. She turned around quickly, but there was no one behind her. she couldn't see anyone at the window either. She covered Trunks and talked to the little one soothingly, but couldn't get rid of this feeling. After he slept, she turned off the light and left the room. She could have sworn someone was watching her!It was similar on the following days. She often had the feeling that she was the target of very intense gazes, especially when she was with her son. Sometimes when getting into bed, sometimes while playing on the carpet or outside with the animals. But she couldn't see anyone. Slowly she wondered if she was developing some kind of postnatal paranoia and discussed it with her mother.
"My child, it doesn't have to be my imagination." said Mrs. Briefs, after quietly listening to her daughter. "You must not forget that we are a very rich family and there are criminal elements everywhere who try to make big money, for example by kidnapping children. Most of the time, they prepare this carefully and watch the alleged victims for a while to familiarize oneself with the daily routines and to plan the crime accordingly. And at some point they'll strike. Maybe we should call the police .... ""No mother, no police!" Bulma contradicted. "They're laughing at me. After all, I didn't see anyone, just the feeling that someone was watching me. But I'll be careful and if I should see someone, I can still go to the police.