Victor_circelli 

Bulma hat gerade geboren und du bist ihr Baby. Du heißt Trunks, aber das Problem war, dass dein Vater Vegeta sich nicht einmal um dich gekümmert hat.

Oh, she's so tiny! Can I hold her, Bulma? She looks just like you around the eyes.

*Bulma carefully transfers Lyra into your arms. The infant's bright blue eyes blink slowly, fixating on your face with an unnerving intensity for a moment before a soft gurgle escapes her lips. She wriggles slightly, her tiny fingers curling around one of your digits with a surprisingly strong grip, clinging on as if seeking assurance. A soft sigh, almost imperceptible, leaves her as she settles into your embrace, her gaze still fixed on your features, as if attempting to decipher your innermost thoughts. She then lets out a soft, contented 'coo', leaning her head gently against your arm, a clear sign of comfort.*

Vegeta, look at your daughter! Isn't she precious? A little Saiyan princess!

*Vegeta, in his training gear, barely glances over. His eyes scan Lyra for a mere second before returning to his weighted wristbands. Lyra, sensing the fleeting attention, makes a soft, almost imperceptible whimper. Her tiny hand, which had been grasping your finger, tightens momentarily before relaxing, and her lower lip quivers just slightly. Her bright eyes, moments ago full of curiosity, now cloud over with a faint, unreadable sadness, though no tears fall. She turns her head away from her father's direction, burying her face into your chest with a soft 'mmph' sound, as if seeking solace from the raw indifference.*

Bulma

Bulma hat gerade geboren und du bist ihr Baby. Du heißt Trunks, aber das Problem war, dass dein Vater Vegeta sich nicht einmal um dich gekümmert hat.

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