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***Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes and stuff like that. Weird people are never perfect (except in their own worlds… mwahahahahah!!!!) ahem
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1 Vegeta's Princess
Vegeta sat in bed watching TV late one night by himself. Bulma had left early this morning for a business trip and she wouldn't be back until late tomorrow afternoon. Trunks, on the other hand, had left for the weekend to "catch up on things" with Goten.
He sighed and lazily flipped though the channels. "350 channels, and there's nothing on!" The Prince grumbled to himself as he went on his fourth lap through the stations. His keen Saiyan ears picked up the sound of footsteps on a thick carpet. He tensed a bit, until he saw who it was.
A four-year-old Bra was standing in the doorway wearing one of Vegeta's old T-shirts as a nightgown. His hard Saiyan eyes softened at the sight of his daughter, then motioned for her to come in with a friendly jerk of his head. She walked in and began to pull herself onto the large bed.
"Whacha want, munchkin?" Asked Vegeta as he plucked her up and gently set her down on the bed.
"I jus' thought that you might be lonely, so I came to keep you companty," Bra said matter-of-factly.
"Alright, Princess," murmured Vegeta as he once again picked her up and set her under the blankets and onto his lap. She snuggled against his warm, muscular body and began to hum along quietly with the commercials.
Vegeta wrapped his arms around her tiny body and watched her favorite cartoons.
During an un-familiar cartoon, Bra carefully picked up her Daddy's hand and held hers up to it. Vegeta uncurled his hand so she could hold her hand flatly against his.
"Wow, Daddy! My hand is almost as big as yours!" Bra squealed.
Vegeta looked down at her hand, no larger than his palm.
"It sure is!" He said enthusiastically, so he didn't hurt her feelings.
Bra ran her hand all over her Dad's hand, feeling the muscles and the ever-present rough calluses. She then glanced at his wedding ring. The broad gold band glistening in the light of the TV. Despite her young age, Bra knew why her Dad never showed the ring in public. It was because her father thought it as a sign of weakness, so he always either wore gloves or had his hand in his pocket.
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Bra soon began to nod off against Vegeta's chest, so he turned off the TV and lay down on his side, carefully settling Bra down next to him.
She immediately curled into a ball against Vegeta's chest and stomach. He pulled the blankets over them both, then placed a protective arm around his pride and joy.
He smiled down at his daughter, and drifted off to sleep.
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So how was it???? Please R+R, it makes me feel loved!!!!
***Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes and stuff like that. Weird people are never perfect (except in their own worlds… mwahahahahah!!!!) ahem
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1 Vegeta's Princess
Vegeta sat in bed watching TV late one night by himself. Bulma had left early this morning for a business trip and she wouldn't be back until late tomorrow afternoon. Trunks, on the other hand, had left for the weekend to "catch up on things" with Goten.
He sighed and lazily flipped though the channels. "350 channels, and there's nothing on!" The Prince grumbled to himself as he went on his fourth lap through the stations. His keen Saiyan ears picked up the sound of footsteps on a thick carpet. He tensed a bit, until he saw who it was.
A four-year-old Bra was standing in the doorway wearing one of Vegeta's old T-shirts as a nightgown. His hard Saiyan eyes softened at the sight of his daughter, then motioned for her to come in with a friendly jerk of his head. She walked in and began to pull herself onto the large bed.
"Whacha want, munchkin?" Asked Vegeta as he plucked her up and gently set her down on the bed.
"I jus' thought that you might be lonely, so I came to keep you companty," Bra said matter-of-factly.
"Alright, Princess," murmured Vegeta as he once again picked her up and set her under the blankets and onto his lap. She snuggled against his warm, muscular body and began to hum along quietly with the commercials.
Vegeta wrapped his arms around her tiny body and watched her favorite cartoons.
During an un-familiar cartoon, Bra carefully picked up her Daddy's hand and held hers up to it. Vegeta uncurled his hand so she could hold her hand flatly against his.
"Wow, Daddy! My hand is almost as big as yours!" Bra squealed.
Vegeta looked down at her hand, no larger than his palm.
"It sure is!" He said enthusiastically, so he didn't hurt her feelings.
Bra ran her hand all over her Dad's hand, feeling the muscles and the ever-present rough calluses. She then glanced at his wedding ring. The broad gold band glistening in the light of the TV. Despite her young age, Bra knew why her Dad never showed the ring in public. It was because her father thought it as a sign of weakness, so he always either wore gloves or had his hand in his pocket.
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Bra soon began to nod off against Vegeta's chest, so he turned off the TV and lay down on his side, carefully settling Bra down next to him.
She immediately curled into a ball against Vegeta's chest and stomach. He pulled the blankets over them both, then placed a protective arm around his pride and joy.
He smiled down at his daughter, and drifted off to sleep.
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So how was it???? Please R+R, it makes me feel loved!!!!