One Kind Heart
Sari
Bulma bounced the one year old baby Bra gently on her knee as she sat down watching television.
"Woman! Have you started dinner yet!" boomed Vegeta as he stomped his way out of the gravity room. He was wearing a blue spandex, and had a white towel wrapped around his muscular waist.
"Oh hush Vegeta! You're going to scare Bra!" hissed Bulma now cradling Bra in her arms. Bra looked upside down at her sweaty daddy with two big blue eyes.
"I just asked for food- for god sake woman!" bellowed Vegeta heading to the kitchen.
"OHH! I swear sometime I just want to-"
"Hi, bye, Mom! Going to go hang out with Marron and Goten!" yelled the fifteen year old Trunks running down the wooden stairs. Bulma herd the close of the front door just as soon as he flew into the air.
"Wait! We have to clean the house! It's almost like I'm not even here..."mumbled Bulma to herself as Bra fell asleep in her arms
Bra tugged on Bulma's short blue hair as she trudged up the stairs Trunks had just come down.
She reached a door painted pink and she slowly opened it.
More pink surrounded her as she placed Bra into her crib. She carefully covered her with a small white blank and placed a teddy into her open arms. Tears of sorrow fell down Bulma's aging face.
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Time seemed to stand still as Bulma lied awake and stared at the alarm clock.
Three forty-six shone brightly in neon green; the only thing that Bulma was aware of.
Vegeta stirred in his sleep and Bulma could've sworn he said 'Kaccorot'.
Finally the time changed to Three forty-seven. Bulma turned away from the clock and faced Vegeta.
She was just about to fall asleep when she heard the faint cry of a baby.
Vegeta awoke by the shrilled cry, getting louder by the second.
"Bulma, go put that baby back to sleep; I have to train in the morning," muttered Vegeta putting a pillow over his head.
Bulma gave a small sigh and then dragged herself out of bed.
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Vegeta awoke to the sound of Bra crying yet again.
He turned over to his side about to tell Bulma to take care of her again. But, he was shocked to find that his partner wasn't in bed next to him.
"Bulma! Bulma where are you?" asked Vegeta walking out of their bedroom and into the hallway. He reached Bra's room and walked inside.
He picked up the dirty baby and rocked her rather roughly. Taped to her crib he found a note.
Dear Vegeta, I need to be away for a while, I need time to rest. I'm going to stay at the Son's house for the weekend. Please take care of Bra and Trunks. And, if you follow me to the son's house, I swear I'll never talk to you again...I need to be away from the family, please understand.
Love, Bulma x's and o's
Vegeta couldn't believe what he had just read! What could have made her do this?
He though back to the previous day.
In the morning Bulma had cooked him a huge breakfast, all of his favorites. But he insisted that he had to train and didn't have time to eat.
Then he trained all day and left her to take care of Bra all by herself, all day long.
He then had demanded she start dinner when he had finished training, which she had done after putting Bra to sleep. A great dinner at that!
She had also washed all his training clothes so he could use them again tomorrow.
Then he had made her take care of Bra when she had started to cry in the middle of the night.
"Oh my god, what have I done to the woman I care for...?" asked Vegeta, holding Bra more carefully.
He had pushed her to the limit! He could never do all the stuff she did!
"Oh Bulma...What have I done" whispered Vegeta to himself.
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"Are you sure it's okay Bulma?" asked Chi-chi pouring Bulma some tea.
"I'm sure, this is exactly what I need, a weekend away," said Bulma taking a sip.
"No, I'm talking about leave Bra alone with Vegeta!" said Chi with a slight smile.
"Don't worry, I know Trunks will help him out..." said Bulma taking a bite of egg that Chi-chi had made for her.
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"No, no Dad!" yelled Trunks to Vegeta.
"The diaper goes the other way! Good! Now pull those little things on the side out. No! Now you have to start over! You ripped it!" complained Trunks covering his ears from Bra's wailing cries.
"Can it, boy! I think I can put a stupid diaper on my own daughter!" howled Vegeta over the cries.
After many failed attempts, Vegeta and Trunks finally cleaned and put a fresh diaper on poor Bra. They even managed to make her take her nap.
"Trunks, how does your mother do it?" asked Vegeta plopped down on the sofa.
"I have no idea..." said Trunks handing him a coke.
"Thanks, son," he popped it open and took a long cool sip.
Ding dong Ding Dong
Vegeta ran to the door, hoping that it would be Bulma. He quickly unlocked it and threw it open.
"What are you doing here?" asked Vegeta in surprise.
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Ha ha ha! Only I know who is at the door waiting to enter the Brief house! cough sorry, anyways, five reviews and the next chap goes up! Thank you all my loyal fans!!
-This fic is dedicated to my dear sister, who's always there to help me. Thank you Lauren!-