him to. So you'll have to take care of him. "She looked at Vegeta
expectantly. He made a gurgling noise. "Oh, and you'll probably have to wear something else than your bodysuit and forgo the gloves. You can wear
that old pink shirt and some sweats or something, "she said nonchalantly, knowing what she was saying was really bothering him.She figured she
couldn't blame herself for wanting a little revenge, though. He made a strangled noise and opened his mouth to protest. "You don't know anything
about babies, so you have to listen to me on this. Your usual clothes and gloves are soft, but they're not soft enough, and I expect you to hold Trunks a
lot. You two need to bond, after all. "

"Bond?" he asked with rising alarm.

"Yeah. Cuddle him and play with him lots. He really likes his rattle," she said, watching his eyes grow larger. She rolled over. "I know you'll do
fine, "she murmured and dropped off to sleep.

He was already up when she rose to get ready for work. He was dressed in the pink shirt she loved and he hated, and a pair of soft black sweatpants.
She stood up and went over to him, playing with the buttons that ran down the front of his shirt. She liked it not only because it was soft and a nice
color, but because even though it was made for a taller, larger, man, Vegeta's shoulders and pecs were on the verge of stretching the fabric tight, revealingjust enough of his musculature while leaving his throat exposed. "This way if he spits up on you you can just unbutton the shirt instead of pulling it
over your head and risking spreading the spit up all over your face and hair, "she explained, still fiddling with the buttons.

"Great. Thanks," he said sarcastically and removed her hands. She put her hands on him again, moving them around to his back. She smiled up at
him and let them drop to his rear, giving his hard muscles a squeeze. His eyes widened a little and he tensed in her grip.

"Oh, before I forget. The diapers are in the nursery, as are the toys, and I left bottled breast milk in the fridge. You know my work number if anything
happens, "she said, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. She undressed and remembered something else. Sticking her head through the door
to make sure he was still in the room, she waited until she caught his eyes to start speaking. "One more thing-" she said, an evil grin spreading over herface, "ChiChi and Goku are coming over for dinner, so put on something nicer when I come home, okay?" she said with a giggle and closed the door.

When he heard her aircar take off he made his way into the nursery. Trunks was crying his head off. Vegeta gritted his teeth and reached for the boy,
trying to hold him as he had seen Bulma do. Trunks stopped for a moment, looking up at his father in surprise, and then began to blow out his lungs
once again. Vegeta bounced the boy, trying to figure out what was wrong with him. He picked up the rattle, but Trunks batted it away. He picked up
Numerous other toys, got the bottle, tried to rock him, but nothing worked. Vegeta winced and stuck a finger into the diaper. He snarled in disgust as he
realized it was soaking wet. He carried his son over to the changing table and tried to remember how he had seen Bulma do it. He ripped the diaper off
and threw it in the bin next to the table. Luckily Bulma had set out a stack of new diapers for him, and he picked one up.She also had set paper
towel-looking thingeys by the diapers, as well as some powder. Vegeta frowned harder. She must want him to use the things. He pinned trunks down
with one hand and picked up the container of paper towel things with the other. He sighed in relief when he saw it had directions. He pulled one out and
began to dab tentatively at his son. Trunks squealed and kept crying. Vegeta kept wiping until he decided the kid was clean and picked up the powder.
Thank Kami everything had directions. He powdered trunks liberally, and the baby began to sneeze violently. Vegeta turned his head away from the
cloud of powder and groped for a diaper. Still holding Trunks down with one hand he unfolded the diaper with his teeth and turned it over. To his
horror, this contraption didn't have directions. The diapers weren't in the package, on which the directions were probably printed, and he didn't know
where she kept the packages of diapers. He groaned and looked down at the thing as Trunks sneezed.He lifted trunks up by the legs and slid the
diaper underneath. He released the boy, who plopped back onto the diaper. Vegeta frowned as he examined the situation. It kinda looked right. Hey
took the other part of the diaper and folded it up to Trunks' navel. That looked right too. But how would he make the two halves stay together? Hey
prodded the diaper. He couldn't see any buttons or clips or anything. He rubbed a finger on the diaper. It seemed to be made of plastic. He raised a
finger, which immediately started to glow. Holding the two halves together, he carefully melted the plastic until the diaper was held shut, repeating the
procedure on the opposite side. Trunks stopped sneezing and took a lungful of air, face red. Vegeta held his breath, waiting for the kid to start screaming
again. Instead, Trunks began to giggle and wave his limbs in the air. Vegeta sighed in relief and held a finger out. Trunks grabbed it in his tiny hand
and squeezed as hard as he could. Vegeta smiled at the boy's strength and at the sight of the tiny fist.He looked at the clothes Bulma had laid out for
the boy and decided to ignore them. It was a warm day and it was probably more comfortable for the kid to have freedom of movement anyway.

After a while Vegeta got hungry and bored of watching his son shake a rattle and throw blocks. He picked trunks up like a football and wandered
down to the kitchen. Setting the baby on the counter, he opened the fridge, hoping Bulma had left him a prepared lunch as well, since he really had no
idea how to cook. He was about to take a look when the phone rang. Letting the fridge door close he went over to the phone. "Hello?" he asked
gruffly.

"Vegeta, how are things going?" he heard Bulma's voice say anxiously.

"Fine," he growled. "Did you leave me lunch?"

He was met with brief silence. "Did you feed Trunks yet?" she asked slowly.

"No."

"Good! I forgot to tell you to heat up the milk a little before you give it to him."

"Uh, okay ..." Vegeta said, mind racing as he tried to figure out how to do such a thing."First you take a pan of water and place it on a stove burner that you have set on 'hi'. Wait until little bubbles start to form on the metal, then drop the
bottle in. Watch it and make sure the water doesn't boil, and squirt a little milk on the inside of your wrist periodically to make sure it's just a little
warm."

"How warm is that?" hey snapped.

"Hmmm ... well, warmer than room temperature but less warm than ... lessee, what
could you relate to, ah, blood! Yeah ... "

"Oh, thanks," he said, voice acidic.

"And I did leave you lunch," she said. "It's on a plate in the fridge. You can eat it cold."

He grunted in reply. She sighed. "And thank you for asking about my day! My meetings are going very well, thank you very much. It's good to
know you're thinking about me. "She sighed again in irritation." Look, I should be home about five. The Sons are coming for dinner around seven
thirty, so that should give you a nice break. "

"Great," he said, voice flat.

She laughed. "You two boys have fun!" she said, and he was abruptly met by dial tone."Hmmmph," he growled, and hung up the phone. He looked up just in time to see Trunks go careening off the high counter. He dove for the boy,
sliding across the tile on his stomach, and caught his son an inch before his head hit the floor. Vegeta let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been
holding. Sweat trickled down the side of his face and he stood up slowly, still balancing trunks in the hand he'd caught him with. "I think the floor's a
better place for you, "he said, putting the child gently on the floor. Trunks squealed and patted the floor with both hands, his blue eyes shining up at his
father. Vegeta snorted and pulled his lunch out of the fridge.

He ate and made sure Trunks had eaten without incident. Carrying his son into the living room, he set trunks on the floor next to the table as he
plopped himself down on the couch with an exasperated sigh. This job took way more concentration than a battle, he thought to himself. He closed his
eyes for a minute, rubbing his temples, when he heard a crash.His head snapped around and he saw Trunks had found the power cord to Bulma's
favorite lamp, yanked on it, and pulled the lamp to its doom. He groaned and leaned down pick up the boy, who was gumming the cord gleefully.
"Baka," he moaned. "Now we have to go to the store and replace it before Mama gets home." He fetched Trunks' clothes, put them on the boy, and
gathered the wriggling mass into his arms. Stuffing some money into his pocket, he shut the kitchen door behind them and took to the sky.

The store had been a nightmare. He was still wearing the embarrassing pink shirt and he had forgotten to burp Trunks, who was fussy and crying all
during the time they were shopping, earning Vegeta evil looks from the other shoppers. He couldn't go ballistic on them while holding his son, so he
resorted to nasty remarks, which only earned him more hostile glances. He finally located the lamp, rushing to pay for it and dashing out of the store.
Once in the air he moved trunks to rest against his shoulder so he could hold the lamp box more easily.Trunks emitted a terrible noise and Vegeta felt
something warm and wet coat his shoulder. Shuddering in disgust, he steeled himself to bear it for the duration of the flight home.

He set up the lamp quickly, plugging it in with satisfaction. Bulma