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Bulma took advantage of the distraction and slapped the first portion of ointment on Trunks' back. Although Trunks was a toddler by earthly standards, his development matched that of a child twice his age. He was already able to speak very well and his motor skills and strength astonished Bulma again and again. Vegeta always pretended that a Saiyan took all of this for granted. Only Bulma noticed how attentively he followed every little step in his son's development and was happy to see the gleam of fatherly pride in his dark eyes.
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Meanwhile, Gohan was no better. Chichi did her thing very carefully and since he also had to take off his pants, he was grateful for the twilight room, as it hid his embarrassment.
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<br />Chichi knew no mercy. She smeared the ointment very generously on Gohan's bottom and he winced. "Eh, this really burns, mom."
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"Don't complain. The sooner it helps, the sooner you can get back to studying. It makes me sick to think about how much you're missing out."
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Trunks had to grin despite his own pain. Gohan was too old to be his buddy and liked to act like a big brother when he came by. Trunks secretly looked forward to having a friend in Goten in a year or two who would not run away like the other children when the true strength of the Saiyan blood came to light.
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"You, Papa," Trunks asked and had his mother turn him onto his back so that she could smear the ointment on his chest and stomach.
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"What is?"
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"If we're healthy, will you show me how to fly? Mom told me about it and I want to learn."<br />
"Hmmm ...", Vegeta pretended to think carefully. Bulma gave him a sharp look that he couldn't fail to notice in the semi-darkness. "Okay, but only if you are good and follow your mom, understand?"
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"I will dad," beamed Trunks and patiently endured the rest of the procedure.
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"I'll teach Goten one day, too," Gohan said half aloud, more to himself.
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"But at the earliest, when you have passed the entrance exam to a good high school," said Chichi adamantly. "That comes first."
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"Good Trunks, I'd be done with you." Bulma covered her son again and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
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"Is it dad's turn now?" Trunks asked eagerly.
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"Exactly, now your papa is getting his treatment." With the ointment in hand, Bulma sat down on Vegeta's bed and threw back the covers. "Pants down, Vegeta!"
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The darkness hid his flaming red cheeks insufficiently, especially since he was only too aware of the presence of the others."I can do that myself, Bulma," he hissed and wanted to tear the ointment from her. "I'm not a child anymore."
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“But weak as a baby.” She leaned down to him and touched his forehead. "At least the fever has gone down." Vegeta's and Bulma's eyes met. In spite of the weak light, Vegta could see the love and concern shining in her gaze. "You stupid stubborn head," she murmured in his ear so softly that only he could hear. "Goku would laugh at the way you act."
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That worked and Vegeta reluctantly pulled his boxer shorts to the back of his knees. Chichi hurried to smear Gohan and after a kiss from which he couldn't escape quickly enough under the covers, she took the tray and left the room, to make it a little easier for Vegeta, who received with a devoted sigh stretched out his stomach.
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Bulma suppressed a smile and quickly slapped the ointment on Vegeta's bottom.After he had pulled up his boxers again with relief, she spread the ointment on his much more slowly. While Gohan and Trunks slept tired from eating and the treatment towards recovery, Vegeta was wide awake as not since the beginning of the illness. He felt Bulma's fingers gently, caressing the valleys and mountains of his back muscles as she rubbed in the ointment. "Will that take a long time," he squeezed out with difficulty.
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"Am I too coarse?" Asked Bulma hypocritically and bent lower to kiss his neck and gently bite into one of his earlobes, which he acknowledged with a deep breath while his hands clenched tighter around the cushion. A soft laugh pearled through the room. With a jerk Vegeta threw himself on his back and pulled the surprised Bulma down by the shoulders. His eyes sparkled. "Why are you doing this?" He whispered hoarsely. "I'm not that weak, despite the damn measles."<br />
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"Vegeta ..." Bulma leaned forward and kissed him deeply and hungrily. While he was still gasping for breath, she freed herself from his grip and stood up. “This is encouragement to get well soon.” He could see her winking at him. "Then we can go on without worrying about your health ..", she breathed barely audibly and pressed the ointment jar into his hand. "You can do the rest by yourself, otherwise I'll forget myself. I'll pick up the ointment later." With that she scurried to the door. In the light that penetrated from the hallway she raised her index finger warningly: "After that we will sleep well or I will have to ask the uncle doctor to give you an injection." And then she was gone.
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Vegeta cursed his weakness and measles and the fact that he, a grown Saiyan prince, had to deal with something like that. Somebody should show respect for these viruses or whatever it was.<br />
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But there was no way around this ointment, because the mere thought of having to be pricked with a needle sent cold shivers down his back. So it was much more pleasant to think that there was a lot to catch up on after recovering from illness ...
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End of the second part
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