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badfic_manor2011-07-01 10:37 am
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Banana 10 ][ In Person
[ Vegeta's in the kitchen, baby in arm and bottle in hand. He's staring off into space with a deadpanned expression, almost as if the man had only known sleep for a few hours before it was whisked away by the endless needs of a saiyan baby. Had he been the man he was 5 years prior he would have simply left it outside someone else's door. But the Prince, in no right state of mind now, would ever leave an unstable creature in the hands of the unknowing, especially with Frieza, Berter and Zarbon on the loose in the house. The tiny little thing needed so much, and Vegeta could only guess here and there at what it might have wanted, and only sometimes would he get it right.
In the kitchen he sat, feeding the tailed infant from a warmed bottle. He waited for stillness in the bottle that would tell him it was done feeding, only paying it minor glances here and there as if to make sure the baby was still there, wrapped up in a periwinkle blanket in his arm. Still, the little pudgy thing continued to suckle on the bottle, large eyes closed, facial muscles relaxed, and tufts of black hair poking out from the blanket, crowning his forehead with a widow's peak much like his own. Vegeta looked at the little one and pressed his lips together briefly before wriggling the bottle with the nipple still in the baby's mouth. The little peaceful face creased with minor distress and it held on the bottle as if for dear life, whining as it ceased its suckling momentarily. ]
Alright, alright...
In the kitchen he sat, feeding the tailed infant from a warmed bottle. He waited for stillness in the bottle that would tell him it was done feeding, only paying it minor glances here and there as if to make sure the baby was still there, wrapped up in a periwinkle blanket in his arm. Still, the little pudgy thing continued to suckle on the bottle, large eyes closed, facial muscles relaxed, and tufts of black hair poking out from the blanket, crowning his forehead with a widow's peak much like his own. Vegeta looked at the little one and pressed his lips together briefly before wriggling the bottle with the nipple still in the baby's mouth. The little peaceful face creased with minor distress and it held on the bottle as if for dear life, whining as it ceased its suckling momentarily. ]
Alright, alright...
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[Is it in your boot Vegeta? Surly Namekian eggs could be in you boot. Excuse him while he pulls it off]
Nope. Not in here.
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Misplaced what?
[ Vegeta never liked that particular boot anyhow. Watch him be a cute mommy and coddle his baby. ]
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She misplaced my-
[And then he finds what he's looking for and pulls out a carton of eggs!... a carton of really tiny eggs! These must be very small Namekians maybe? Well either way he's as happy as a clam]
I found them!
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...I believe those belong to the fridge.
[ Baby mews, but is soothed by a second administration of its bottle to its mouth. ]
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[all your eggs are belong to him. And your spiffy boot too. He may not like you, but you have some snazzy shoes.]
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Those eggs aren't fertilized, Dende. They will never hatch.
[ Bursting your bubble? OH YES. CRY DENDE, CRYYYYYY. ]
[ Wait, please don't. ]
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[He closes the container so he can gently pick it up in his arms]
You're just jealous because I have more then you!
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I'm sure if they were yours then they would have appeared in your room like everyone else's. Perhaps the Author deemed you too young to take care of a baby.
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These are mine! And I'm going to take super good care of them! I'm going to be a good parent!
[
unless he drops them on the stairs or something]