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...