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Zorn flicked his tail, looking down to his waist. He didn't know how to tell the King. His tired eyes glanced up to King Vegeta.
"My liege." His cheeks were flushed and he flicked his tail. "It's...whelping season. And...sometimes...some of us are breeders and..." Zorn sputtered now. How was he, King Vegeta's most trusted advisor and right-hand-man, going to tell the King that there was a Prince on the way? "...My liege..."
King Vegeta sighed and leaned in and kissed his advisor's forehead. "I knew it the moment you leaned against me that day when I told off that low-class punk. You know. The one who leads his own platoon. Not sure what his name is."
"Then...you know?" Zorn murmured. "Do you think it's...a prince or a princess?"
"A prince of course! I'd never produce a princess." King Vegeta gave a smirk. "I know what his name's going to be."
Zorn was taken aback. "Oh my l-liege..."
"Huh?"
"...I...uh...take me to the medical wing."
King Vegeta's face went pale. Zorn cried out. This wasn't going to be pretty.
Mischievous Forute-kun · Mon Nov 09, 2009 @ 02:15am · 0 Comments |