A/N: So, I apologize, that updating my story "A saiyan prince in kindergarten" is taking a long time, so I decided to write this story/story's to make up for it. My computer got shut off for a while, so I'm am extremely sorry to my fans, wow, I can't believe I have fans for my first story. I'm so glad I have so many people who like it, it's really encouraging. anyway, enough rambling these stories will have cute father/brother and daughter/son in it, it'll be cute :3 remember to review after words! :D

Bra in a Thunder Storm!

Thunder began to strike outside of capsule corp. Inside Bulma and Trunks where stirring around frantically shouting, "Bra, Bra, Where are you?" Then Vegeta opened the door only to see 13 year old Trunks and his mother Bulma staring at him, "Where's Bra?" Bulma finally said frantically waiting for a response.

"Trunks, don't forget to sense," Vegeta scolded his son, "I thought you would know your basics by now,"

"Yeah, but her power is SO small," Trunks said.

"She's under the table," He responded quite plainly.

Bulma and Trunks looked under there to see, Bra in a ball under the table clutching her Vegeta doll Bulma had made in fright, "Oh, my poor baby," Bulma said reaching out to pick up her 3 year old little girl.

Bra looked up and saw Vegeta's legs from under the table and she ran dropping her doll yelling, "DADDY!" With tears into his arms. Then she began clutching him and not letting him go.

Vegeta looked down at his daughter, as she clutched him tighter and tighter as the thunder began to strike more and more, "What's wrong?" Vegeta asked.

The lightning struck again and she squeaked in fear, "That noise is scary," she said.

"It's just lightning," Vegeta said.

"But it's scary," Bra said squeaking and ducking into him when he struck again.

"Vegeta, why don't you put her to bed this time," handing the doll to Vegeta.

Vegeta glared at the doll mocking his smirk for a minute then grabbed it and said, "Fine," then went walking off to Bra's room.

He laid her down on her bed and gave the doll one more glare and reluctantly tucked it under his daughter's arm. "Daddy?" Bra asked as Vegeta started for the door.

Vegeta let out a sigh and turned back to his daughter and asked, "What is it?"

"I'm your little princess still, right?" She asked clutching her doll.

Vegeta went up to her and gently stroked her face, "Why wouldn't you be?"

Bra let out a tear, "Because you always tell Trunks that he has to be strong and brave to be your son, because your elite's. A- And I got scared of just a little thunder," She said sadly.

Vegeta sighed and leaned down next to the bed so that they were face to face, "Bra, You will alway's be my princess no matter what happens, do you understand?"

"Yeah," Bra smiled, "Thanks daddy, but why does Trunks have to be strong?"

"He's a man, he needs to be strong to help protect his family,"

"Oh," Bra said as she yawned tiredly, Vegeta stood up and went to the door, "Daddy," Bra said as her eyes began to close Vegeta waited for her to say something, "I hope when I grow up I can marry someone as strong as you," Bra said, her words fading away as she fell into a deep sleep, still hugging the doll protectively.

Vegeta only smirked and quietly shut the door and went to his room to sleep as well.