"Trunks-chan, would you please hand me Sendai's blanket?" Pan asked, tilting her head to the side as she concentrated on buttoning the tiny newborns sleeper.
"Right away, love." Trunks chuckled, handing her the soft, pink cotton cloth and helping her to wrap their daughter in it. "She's so beautiful, Pan-chan." he commented, admiring the wisps of baby-fine, dark lavendar hair and the deep blue eyes Sendai had obviously inherited from her mother. "She looks like you."
Pan smiled lightly and cradled the infant to her chest. "She has your hair, dearest." she pointed out, gently running two fingers over Sendai's rosey cheek. "I guess she takes after both of us. Which would make sense, considering we're her parents, now wouldn't it?" she teased, eyes sparkling.
He growled softly and leaned in to kiss her. "You, love, have a twisted sense of humor."
"And you, dearest, are about to be knocked through the wall." Pan replied, stepping aside as Vegeta came barreling into the room and right into Trunks, knocking them both through the wall. Goku soon followed, a sheepish grin on his face.
"Oops, gomen ne Pan-chan! Are you okay?" he asked, sweatdropping a bit.
Pan shook her head and laughed. "I'm fine Grandpa, but Vegeta and Trunks just flew through that wall!" she replied, glancing outside to see Vegeta and Trunks in a tangled heap of arms, legs, and hair. (o.o)
Goku sweatdropped. "O-kay, well then, I'll just be uh...... taking a shower!" With that, he zipped off towards his room and dove under the bed to hide from the Saiyan Prince.
Pan looked over at Vegeta and Trunks, sighed, then sweatdropped.
"Trunks-chan, Vegeta, are you guys okay?" she called, making her way through the debris and over to her mate and father-in-law.
A low moan came from somewhere within the tangle. "Just peachy. Dad, get your fingers outta my eye!"
"Oh shuv-vup an' geot vyor vingah outah vy vouthshe!" came Vegeta's muffled reply, which could, if desired, be translated into, "Oh, shut up and get your foot out of my mouth!"
Trunks grumbled something inaudible and removed his foot from Vegeta's mouth. "Sorry. Now, kindly remove your hair from my ear!"
Pan sighed and looked down at Sendai. "I hope you don't grow up to be like your Daddy and Grandpa!" she muttered, rolling her eyes as the two Saiyan's continued removing various limbs from places they just should not have been.
A scream of pain was heard as Trunks grabbed ahold of a certain appendage that happened to be Vegeta's tail. "ITAI!! SHIMATTA BRAT, WATCH WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!!!!!" Vegeta roared, grabbing the offended limb and petting it lightly.
She snickered and eyed Trunks as he finally managed to stand up and walked toward her. "Are you okay, dear?" she asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah..... I'm fine...... Although, the only part of my body that isn't bruised is my hair." he replied, groaning and rubbing his various sore limbs.
"Well, I warned you." Pan commented, turning and walking calmly back into their room.
"Oh for....... Vegeta, it's NOT that hard!" Bulma growled, exasperated. "You just hold her like you would hold a football, cradled against your chest like this!" Here she demonstrated the proper technique for holding babies to her mate, who was obviously disgusted with the whole idea.
"Woman, why do I have to hold her? I've got training to do!" he complained, at the same time attempting to hold his daughter correctly for the 8th time. Which would *probably* account for why Bulma was so annoyed with him.
"Because she's your daughter, and, unlike when we had Trunks, I want you to be there for her! You held Trunks maybe ONCE the entire time you were alive!" she snapped, repositioning the infant in his arms until she was satisfied that he wouldn't drop her.
Vegeta cocked his head to the side and reluctantly looked down at the child resting in his arms.
~Lavendar hair... great, just like her brother.~ he thought, nearly making a face as he did. ~Maybe it will change colors like Bulma's did..... Hm, and blue eyes. Figures. She looks exactly like her mother. I wouldn't be surprised if she gets me wrapped around her little finger just like that damned woman. Oh my God, did I just *think* that?!~
Bra giggled and her thin brown tail snaked up and around her father's wrist, gripping it as tightly as her limited strength would allow.
~!! Oh Lord, she's doing it already!!~ Vegeta cried, feeling himself starting to grin. ~Dammit!~