1 Sweet Child of Mine
By: Ember Maxximus
She's got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain. I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain. Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place, where as a child I'd hide. And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by.
The young beauty deeply inhaled the crisp morning air. Filling her lungs repeatedly over and over again as she attempted to regain her composure. Her small body trembled with rage at the thought of being left behind. Angry and hurt she stood in front of the entrance to her father's gravity enhanced training facility.
She would prove him wrong. How dare he have the audacity to utter those words to her.
'Weakling, I am no weakling. I am my father's daughter. I am not weak,' she thought as her fists clenched and relaxed against her sides.
"It's now or never," the azure-eyed child spoke under her breath to herself before she did the unthinkable. She had to do it, regardless of the forewarned consequences informed to her by her only sibling. Besides, he was the reason for her current predicament. Taboo or not it had to be done, so slowly she raised a petite hand and knocked on the door, interrupting her father's work out.
Although the room had been soundproofed long before her birth, her heightened demi-saiyan hearing allowed her to hear a long tirade of elaborate curses that would most likely make any sailor blush. Inside, the room slowly began to stabilize to normal gravity levels and within a minute's time the door slid open to reveal a very perturbed Saiyan prince.
His trademark scowl slightly lightened as his gaze lowered to meet that of his six-year-old daughter. Wisps of blue bangs, which desperately needed a trimming, almost succeeded in hiding the mirrored scowl she gave her father. However, the child was a carbon copy of her mother. They shared aqua locks, cerulean eyes, and a peaches 'n cream complexion. But that scowl, temper, and damnable pride was proof, that in her case, the apple did not fall far from the tree.
"It is too early for lunch. What do you need, brat?"
"Poppa, I am a princess. Trunks is the brat," she huffed. "He said I couldn't go with him and Goten because they wanted to do some serious sparring and I would be in the way and then he said I couldn't even fly."
Vegeta crossed his arms over his muscular chest and smirked down at his beautiful daughter. "What are you going to do about it, Bra?"
"Poppa, I'm not a weakling. Teach me to be strong like you. I want to make Trunks eat his words," Bra lividly said. With her arms crossed and frown set, chibi Bra's demeanor was an exact copy of her sires. The entire scene was absolutely priceless.
"By all means then, come in Bra," Vegeta amusingly spoke as he stepped aside allowing his only daughter access to his most prized possession, the gravity chamber.
1.1 Sweet child of mine, sweet love of mine
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author's notes: I was driving and jamming to 107.3, the fox, when this song came on and just screamed Vegeta/Bra fanfic. Yes I know that I flip flopped the 1st and 2nd verse and I know that songfics are typically oneshots, but besides that what do you think? Leave a review and lemme know.