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Post by Lottus on Aug 3, 2024 13:42:46 GMT -5
Well, this was... different.
Not bad different, per se, but... certainly different. Lottus and Jagaimo had returned to Plant, but during the last day of the flight through space back to this planet, Jagaimo had, for lack of a better description on his part - gotten into a complicated situation. At the time, Lottus had panicked a bit - but thankfully, Jagaimo's ship was equipped with a basic medical bay. She had clearly stocked up on just about any necessities someone would need for a long trip.
Lottus had to treat the situation like Jagaimo had been wounded on a battlefield, but they ultimately managed to get her comfortable. Or as comfortable as someone in her situation could be. When the ship finally landed on the planet some eight hours later, the massive Saiyan had simply scooped Jagaimo up, and carried her from the part of the starport reserved for members of the Royal Guard - and her ship took up a lot of space - and to the Palace. Jagaimo had insisted before then that Zuqetta's conversion of part of the Palace into a hospital wing was doing well, and they were already aware of Jagaimo's condition.
What none of them were prepared for, was for Lottus to be the one barging into the medical wing, carrying Jagaimo in his arms - whether she could walk on her own or not. And he did not leave, not once, save to use the facilities to wash himself, ever since he passed with her into the rooms. Royal Guards that answered to Jagaimo occasionally checked in to see how their Captain was fairing - but between their duties, and Lottus, such visits were brief.
This was day three... or was it day four? He'd lost track, having not at all paid attention, his focus having been on Jagaimo.
And their daughter.
Jagaimo, as far as Lottus was aware, was resting. Birth was clearly the most exhausting thing someone could go through, so she rested often when she was able. Lottus, for his part, had not allowed himself to fall asleep for longer than a couple hours at a time - and now he was just sitting on the floor, cross legged, and leaning against the windowsill with a small bundle set in the bend of his left elbow.
He just stared blankly at the tiny face, which stared right back at him. He'd been shown how to feed her a day or so ago, though he'd only reluctantly allowed the Saiyan nurse to do so, but to her credit, the nurse made him learn by doing rather than just by showing him. A few times, the staff had asked if they wanted to have the child placed in one of those growth chambers. In a separate part of the Palace, reserved for Nobility most of the time back when the class system still existed, newborns were placed in growth chambers for the first two or three months - and it was the first time Lottus was ever even aware that such a place existed.
His own growth chamber - one that had been shared by each of his siblings upon their own births - was kept in his parents' home. But during his fight with Vocado and Tulse, that building had been destroyed.
Lottus had refused the offer - even if it would have been beneficial for his and Jagaimo's sleep and recovery. Now that he had her, he wasn't soon going to just let her go.
"You're too small, kid." Lottus mutters, the girl able to be nestled with just with width of one arm like this. "We're going to have to feed you some real food once your teeth grow in, so you can grow strong."
A burble in response.
She was completely bundled up in a warmth blanket - which had taken Lottus a while to figure out how to do and unwrap when the baby needed to be cleaned. She'd gotten one of her arms loose somehow, and was holding his thumb while he fed her whatever this formula stuff is. She had a good grip - though she had zero motor function control. Apparently that came some months later, which was just one of the many things he was learning at this point. She'd slapped Lottus a few times, but only because she couldn't control her arms properly yet, which was apparently completely normal.
What struck Lottus as odd was that he actually felt the slaps. So she was a tough one! But what also caught Lottus' attention was that she looked literally like a mix of both himself and Jagaimo - she had big hair like he did, but she had bangs and a cowlick like her mother. Rather than black eyes, hers are more brown like Jagaimo's eyes, just a shade or two darker. And rather than black hair and tail fur, she'd gotten the rare gene that made her hair and tail fur a dark rust red color instead.
Lottus leans his head back on the windowsill, turning his eyes upward to look out the window. It was early noon, and the red sky was bright - he was starting to feel stuffy in this place, but he didn't dare leave Jagaimo's side, especially with the baby here now.
"OW!" Lottus grunts suddenly - apparently he wasn't supposed to look away, his daughter had reached up and taken a fist full of his hair, and started wildly swinging her arm around! "Feeling bratty, are you?"
Not bad different, per se, but... certainly different. Lottus and Jagaimo had returned to Plant, but during the last day of the flight through space back to this planet, Jagaimo had, for lack of a better description on his part - gotten into a complicated situation. At the time, Lottus had panicked a bit - but thankfully, Jagaimo's ship was equipped with a basic medical bay. She had clearly stocked up on just about any necessities someone would need for a long trip.
Lottus had to treat the situation like Jagaimo had been wounded on a battlefield, but they ultimately managed to get her comfortable. Or as comfortable as someone in her situation could be. When the ship finally landed on the planet some eight hours later, the massive Saiyan had simply scooped Jagaimo up, and carried her from the part of the starport reserved for members of the Royal Guard - and her ship took up a lot of space - and to the Palace. Jagaimo had insisted before then that Zuqetta's conversion of part of the Palace into a hospital wing was doing well, and they were already aware of Jagaimo's condition.
What none of them were prepared for, was for Lottus to be the one barging into the medical wing, carrying Jagaimo in his arms - whether she could walk on her own or not. And he did not leave, not once, save to use the facilities to wash himself, ever since he passed with her into the rooms. Royal Guards that answered to Jagaimo occasionally checked in to see how their Captain was fairing - but between their duties, and Lottus, such visits were brief.
This was day three... or was it day four? He'd lost track, having not at all paid attention, his focus having been on Jagaimo.
And their daughter.
Jagaimo, as far as Lottus was aware, was resting. Birth was clearly the most exhausting thing someone could go through, so she rested often when she was able. Lottus, for his part, had not allowed himself to fall asleep for longer than a couple hours at a time - and now he was just sitting on the floor, cross legged, and leaning against the windowsill with a small bundle set in the bend of his left elbow.
He just stared blankly at the tiny face, which stared right back at him. He'd been shown how to feed her a day or so ago, though he'd only reluctantly allowed the Saiyan nurse to do so, but to her credit, the nurse made him learn by doing rather than just by showing him. A few times, the staff had asked if they wanted to have the child placed in one of those growth chambers. In a separate part of the Palace, reserved for Nobility most of the time back when the class system still existed, newborns were placed in growth chambers for the first two or three months - and it was the first time Lottus was ever even aware that such a place existed.
His own growth chamber - one that had been shared by each of his siblings upon their own births - was kept in his parents' home. But during his fight with Vocado and Tulse, that building had been destroyed.
Lottus had refused the offer - even if it would have been beneficial for his and Jagaimo's sleep and recovery. Now that he had her, he wasn't soon going to just let her go.
"You're too small, kid." Lottus mutters, the girl able to be nestled with just with width of one arm like this. "We're going to have to feed you some real food once your teeth grow in, so you can grow strong."
A burble in response.
She was completely bundled up in a warmth blanket - which had taken Lottus a while to figure out how to do and unwrap when the baby needed to be cleaned. She'd gotten one of her arms loose somehow, and was holding his thumb while he fed her whatever this formula stuff is. She had a good grip - though she had zero motor function control. Apparently that came some months later, which was just one of the many things he was learning at this point. She'd slapped Lottus a few times, but only because she couldn't control her arms properly yet, which was apparently completely normal.
What struck Lottus as odd was that he actually felt the slaps. So she was a tough one! But what also caught Lottus' attention was that she looked literally like a mix of both himself and Jagaimo - she had big hair like he did, but she had bangs and a cowlick like her mother. Rather than black eyes, hers are more brown like Jagaimo's eyes, just a shade or two darker. And rather than black hair and tail fur, she'd gotten the rare gene that made her hair and tail fur a dark rust red color instead.
Lottus leans his head back on the windowsill, turning his eyes upward to look out the window. It was early noon, and the red sky was bright - he was starting to feel stuffy in this place, but he didn't dare leave Jagaimo's side, especially with the baby here now.
"OW!" Lottus grunts suddenly - apparently he wasn't supposed to look away, his daughter had reached up and taken a fist full of his hair, and started wildly swinging her arm around! "Feeling bratty, are you?"
PL: 160,600
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/250%
WC: 906
Items:
Passive: Scouter (Active)
Active: --
Traits: Burning Ki (1), Saiyan Pride (Inactive), Restrained Might (Active), Combat Learning (1)
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/250%
WC: 906
Items:
Passive: Scouter (Active)
Active: --
Traits: Burning Ki (1), Saiyan Pride (Inactive), Restrained Might (Active), Combat Learning (1)
