Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Decoding the Saiyan ❯ Sharing ( Chapter 17 )

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A/N: This was written for the prompt `sharing' in the Earth Customs Challenge on the Blue & Black livejournal community. Thank you to everyone who has left a review/comment. Just knowing that people enjoy this story really makes me happy :)

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Sharing

She sat down gingerly in her lab chair, doing her best not to jostle the tiny infant in her arms. To her relief, the baby continued to sleep soundly, and she paused, taking a moment- as she had done so a hundred times over the past few days- to marvel at his tiny hands that curled into fists, at his little pink mouth and button nose, and at his fluffy brown tail that curled itself around her arm whenever she held him.

“What a gorgeous little man you are,” she whispered, planting a kiss on his head, breathing in his sweet baby scent. He was perfect, and he was hers.

She sighed, one hand reaching for the computer mouse. He was also someone else's son, and she took one last breath before clicking open the computer programme that would establish a direct link to Vegeta's ship.

The light on her webcam blinked from red to green, and an image of the inside of the ship flashed open on her screen. She sat, holding her breath, as her eyes searched for any sign of Vegeta. She saw a blur of blue and black, and leaned forward, trusting the microphone to pick up her voice.

“Vegeta.”

Suddenly he materialised in the middle of the ship's floor, his eyes glaring angrily through the screen. He stepped forward, striding slowly across the floor, his image growing larger as he moved closer to the camera.

They had not spoken since the night he had left, and she bit her lower lip, suddenly at a loss over where to start. She saw his eyes drop lower, and realised that of course, he would be watching his sleeping son through the screen.

“I don't mean to interrupt your training for long,” she said, looking directly at her webcam. She spoke quietly, but with strength in her voice, proud to show him the child that she had carried- that they had made. “I just wanted to share the news with you. You have a son, and I named him Trunks, after my father.” Carefully, she tilted the sleeping baby towards the camera. “He was born three days ago.”

Vegeta remained silent, and she watched, waiting patiently as he appeared to examine the baby. His face remained impassive, and she itched to know what was going through his mind.

Eventually, it was a look of derision that surfaced on his features. “It's even uglier than I expected,” he sneered.

She glared at him through the camera, feeling both irritated and offended by the comment, despite the fact that she had half-known he would say just a thing. “Trunks is cute,” she said, tilting her chin upwards in defiance. “Besides, you can't call him ugly; he looks just like you.”

Vegeta scoffed. “That is not my face.”

“It is!” she insisted. “It sure isn't mine! He has my colouring, but his face is yours, Vegeta. Everyone says so.”

She saw Vegeta's mouth open as if to protest, but before he could speak the baby grunted, scrunched his tiny face in anger, and opened his mouth wide, emitting an ear-piercing wail.

“Hey, there there darling,” she cooed, rocking the baby with one arm as she reached for the mouse with the other. She looked up at the computer screen, a frown creasing her brow. “I have to go,” she told Vegeta over the baby's cries.

She didn't wait for Vegeta's acknowledgement before she shut the video link down.