The Prince's Adviser [Vegeta x Saiyan! Female! Reader]

Chapter 51~ Parenting is Not as Easy as We Thought

Year 775 ([Name]= 25, Vegeta= 43) [Kuriya= 2 months old, Trunks= 9, Gohan= 18, Goten= 8] Approx. June 775

The two parents had bitten off a lot more than they could chew. Vegeta finally understood raising a child of his own, since this one he had been watching over since day one. And, he understood not every child was perfect... like his adviser was when she was growing.

Babies were actually difficult. He wonders, Bulma did this alone? She did it alone, she had said so on many occasions. She never asked the adviser for help, during that time she had her own issues, like the continuous effects of puberty and being a teenager. When Trunks was at this age, she was sixteen, seventeen. Just a small thing. But, that was only about nine or so years ago. It seemed so far in the past.

Most mornings, the two parents would be found at the kitchen table, but they were nearly dead in their chairs, faces against the table's surface. Two cups of coffee at their sides, and a baby monitor. It was on full blast; any little sound had the two of them sitting up instantly. Thankfully, right before they were downstairs, Kuriya would wake. Then they put him right back to sleep and came down. So, they usually had their mornings. For a short time.

Bulma would come into the kitchen and find this humorous sight. She had warned them; it would take them some time before they would get used to it. Babies are loud and needy.

It was a goal to modify the third floor, since that was where [Name], Vegeta, and the baby slept, in her room. Bulma and Trunks' rooms were on the second floor. And, the Briefs parents slept on the first floor. In the last year, the Gravity Chamber was moved to the first floor to stop probable risks of it breaking through floors.

Bulma's lab had been upgrade to take over two floors, it had a sort of stair system in it. Two levels, for different things, different projects. More of the technological stuff took place on the first floor, and the health-based stuff and procedures were on the second floor. Maybe Bulma would give the third floor to the idiotic couple, maybe she wouldn't. She wasn't sure yet.

Parties now migrated to the first floor lounge or the pool, so there was no reason to take the balcony from the small family. They have always lived up there.

This morning wasn't much different. Much.

"[Name]— I need a favor—" The Prince sighed loudly as they sat side-by-side at the kitchen table. He had his coffee in his hand, in front of him was a crudely made breakfast.

"What kind of favor are we talking about?" She made a small yawn, looking over to the baby, who seemed to be asleep. It was one of those little baby carriers full of blankets and stuff, he seemed to like it; put him to sleep better than his crib.

"I said I wouldn't do anything— I haven't. But—" She cocked a brow at him, and he continued. "I need help." She made a face at him. "To be blunt, I'm needy— I've respected your wishes, but I am in need of something."

"You want to be more specific, dear?" [Name] asked with a sigh, if he was straightforward, then she could see what she could do.

"Blow me." He looked at her, watching her cheeks immediately redden. "You asked for straightforward."

"I— I mean—" She stuttered, looking towards the door of the kitchen and sighing. "I don't see why not— you owe me, though."

"I'll take care of the baby tonight." She cocked a brow as she slipped from her chair and under the table. "All night."

"Deal. Don't make it obvious. Bulma said if she caught us in the kitchen again, she was going to kill us—" She pulled the leg of her chair, making sure it was back where it should be, before she got in front of his lap.