Dragon Ball Love, Prince Saiyan is too domineering

Reason, "The boy from the future said last time that the man-made man does not seem to be one, so, if you fight with Monkey King, it will be absolutely fine."

"It's so noisy, I keep talking about Kakarot, Bulma, do you know that you are my woman?" Vegeta hated hearing things about other men from her, especially compliments.

"Eh? What does it have to do with this, Sun Wukong's words—" Bulma was a little puzzled, why did he suddenly get awkward?

However, when she was going to continue her theory with Vegeta, she was directly pulled over by him.

Vegeta frowned and looked directly at her: "I am the strongest man in the universe."

he can't have kids

I don't know why he is so serious. Bulma feels more and more that although he is very powerful in combat, sometimes he is like an unreasonable child.

He is also quite interesting like this.

After coming out of the medical room, Bulma thought that Vegeta would go to the equipment room upstairs to continue his practice, but he didn't expect that he would follow him to the baby room to see Trunks.

The nurse who was tending the babies saw them coming in and handed them the Trunks.

People who work in the cloth house, whether they are servants, chefs, housekeepers, etc., have long since seen Vegeta no longer afraid, and can even communicate with him normally.

In the past, those people showed horrified expressions when they saw Vegeta, which made him feel uncomfortable, but he didn't take it to heart, but since those people started smiling kindly at him, Vegeta felt very comfortable.

Things like feelings made him more and more at a loss.

Trunks frowned in Bulma's arms, his mouth kept curling, and he was about to cry.

"Do you want to drink milk?" Bulma coaxed him distressedly, and walked to the milk bottle, but the milk powder and hot water were not nearby, unless Trunks was put down, there was no way to make milk powder for him.

Vegeta had never taken care of a child, and when Bulma stared at him thoughtfully, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, Bulma started to let him do things in the next second.

"Vegeta, why don't you come and help me, if you just make milk powder, it shouldn't affect your wounds."

"Pour...milk powder?" Vegeta looked at the bottle hesitantly.

It is absolutely impossible for him to do such a thing!His hands were bloody and heroic, so how could they make milk powder?

"Yeah, I won't put Trunks down, so I'll trouble you, and I'll help out occasionally." Bulma had already started urging him, regardless of his stiff and reluctant expression.

Trunks seemed to understand her words, and he also babbled to Vegeta, shaking his two little hands.

With a dark face, Vegeta reluctantly walked over, following Bulma's instructions, making milk powder step by step.

There was no way he could have done such a thing...impossible!

"Hmmmm——" Trunks was holding the bottle, drinking milk in Bulma's arms contentedly, his eyes narrowed in enjoyment.

"Unexpectedly, Vegeta is also very good at doing these things." Bulma praised him in surprise.

But to Vegeta, this seemed like derogatory words.

Tch, he will never bring up children again, let alone do these things!

"Ah, Vegeta, let me teach you how to change a baby's diaper!"

"Hey, what are you kidding, woman?"

"First, put Trunks here, then gently hold his ankle..."

"Stop dreaming! Impossible!"

"Be careful, don't get it outside when you change the diaper, sometimes there will be poop..."

"Bulma, are you an idiot? This action must be easy to get dirty! Go away, I'll do it!"

"Eh? Oh..." Bulma and Vegeta changed positions, watched him skillfully help Trunks change the diaper, and it was done with ease. He couldn't help but sigh, "Wow, what did you do?" It’s as good as a nanny!"

"Obviously you are clumsy." After Vegeta helped Trunks get dressed, he shoved him back into Bulma's arms.

Cherish the moment

"When did you learn it? You are so proficient! Vegeta, you surprised me!" Bulma checked and found that he changed the diaper faster than her and fit Trunks very well body of.

Vegeta had seen the maid and nanny changing diapers a few times before, so he naturally remembered it.

Of course he has to take care of his son's matter, but it is impossible for him to admit it to Bulma.

"This kind of thing can't be done well, Bulma, you should take care of Trunks more." Vegeta put his hands in front of him, raised his head slightly and said to her with imperceptible pride.

"No, if that's the case, I'll get rid of you about Trunks in the future." Bulma snickered, seeing that the iron-blooded man Vegeta also had a tender side, he finally felt relieved and dared to put Trunks Give it to him alone.

When Vegeta regained his senses, he was already wearing a baby sling on his body, with feeding bottles and toys on the left, baby wipes and diapers on the right, and Trunks sat in it with his fingers in his mouth and his innocent Look at each other.

A standard dad.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes, and the dangerous breath continued to spread: "Bulma..."

He almost gritted his teeth and called out her name.

"Then, take good care of your son." Bulma pretended not to know, and pushed him out.

She wanted to try it a long time ago. Vegeta hugged Trunks and watched TV in the living room, while she sat aside and read a magazine. The family of three lived an ordinary and ordinary life.

Of course, Bulma and Trunks think this way of getting along is pretty good, but Vegeta has been holding back.

It wasn't long before Trunks fell asleep in Vegeta's arms, with Bulma sleeping on his shoulder.

He was caught between two people, afraid of waking them up, and he didn't dare to change his posture casually.

Really hard.

Fortunately, after Mrs. Breeves came over, she smiled and took Trunks away.

"Bei Jun, let me take care of him, Bulma will leave it to you." She left the living room with the child.

Vegeta glanced sideways at Bulma, who was fast asleep at the moment.

After hesitating for a moment, he still carefully hugged her in his arms, and stayed in the bedroom.

As soon as Vegeta lay down, Bulma rolled over, with half of her body on top of him.

She is not honest when she sleeps.

Vegeta tried to push her away with a dark face, but Bulma used him as a pillow and hugged his arm tightly.

The warm breath sprayed on his arms, itching and itching.

Only one week left to go...

After artificial humans come out, will they still have a chance to live like this?

Can he hug Bulma again?

All of this is a mystery.

Vegeta's thoughts were uncertain, looking at Bulma's trembling eyelashes in a daze, she couldn't help leaning over and kissing her forehead.

Since you can't control the future, it's better to grasp the present.

Cherish every minute you spend with her.

Vegeta reached out and hugged the sleeping Bulma tightly in his arms, and only in the middle of the night would he reveal the softest feelings in his heart.

"Be... Gita?" Bulma rubbed her eyes, seeming to be awakened by him.

However, when she was still unconscious, she fell into the gentle village from Vegeta.

nightmarish eve

Since marrying Vegeta, no, to be precise, the time since Vegeta lived in Bulma's house has never been as warm and peaceful as this week.

Bulma looked at Vegeta, who was wearing home clothes, sitting on the carpet in the baby room with Trunks in his arms, patiently playing with the baby's toys with him, and the happiness in his heart was about to overflow.

In the past few days, Vegeta finally didn't go to practice, but lived a small life with them as a husband and father.

Although he looks very impatient when dealing with these trivial matters every day, Bulma can still capture the tenderness in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Vegeta looked down at Trunks. When he talked to his son, he never acted like a baby, but like a child who could understand.

"Well, ah, ah, ah!" Trunks stretched out two hands and waved him.

Vegeta raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively, "Want my hand?"

"Ah!" Trunks grinned happily.

Vegeta stretched out a hand expressionlessly and put it in front of him, wanting to see what he was going to do.

As a result, Trunks grabbed one of his index fingers with his small hand and pulled it hard.

"Tranks?!" Vegeta had a calm expression at first, but when his fingers were caught, he cried out in surprise.

"What's the matter?" Bulma thought something was wrong, and immediately put down the things in his hand and ran over, only to see Trunks sitting in front of Vegeta laughing, his little hands tightly holding onto his fingers.

"This guy already has such great strength at only half a year old?" Vegeta's expression couldn't tell whether it was a surprise or an accident, but his tone revealed joy, "As expected of a descendant of a Saiyan."

"Vegeta, don't bring Trunks down!" Bulma heaved a sigh of relief, then held Trunks in his arms, and warned him aggressively, "Don't make up his mind! Trunks must Like Son Gohan, who is not interested in fighting, I am reluctant to let him do such a dangerous thing."

"Fighting is the fate of the Saiyans." Vegeta raised a cold and arrogant smile at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were straight