Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. If I did, why would I waste my time writing a
fanfic about it?
Prologue
'Vegeta!' Bulma shouted. 'What is it, woman?' he asked unfriendly. Bulma stood by the window and he was wondering where she was staring at The big tree in the yard? A bit curious, he walked to her and looked. He saw something that made him a bit worried. Their youngest child, secretly his little princess, was hanging at a branch from the big tree in the yard. She was screaming for help and didn't look very pleased. 'You have to help her, Vegeta!' Bulma cried. Vegeta didn't heard her. He was still wondering how the little girl got there. A smack on his cheek woke him up. 'Help her!' Vegeta, annoyed, walked to the door and before opening it he said: 'If she falls, it won't be bad. She's a saiyan.' 'She is two, you ass!' Vegeta shrugged and opened the door. While walking to the tree, with absolute no hurry, he was confident she wouldn't fall. By the time he was two, he could beat the guardians of the Royal Palace on Planet Vegeta already without a sweat. But how did the brat got there, so high? So sure wasn't he actually. She was, after all a girl. He had no idea how strong Saiyan-woman where. He never knew them personally, so how should he know? But she had the spirit of Bulma and Bulma was strong. A little concerned he speeded up and ran to the yard. He got by the big tree and looked up. He didn't saw a thing. His heart shook and walked around the tree. Bra wasn't hanging somewhere. Then he looked down and saw Bra. He walked to her and saw her beautiful face covered with dirt and blood. He glanced to the window Bulma was standing behind and he saw her screaming in horror. He touched his little princess' face and stared at her. Ten seconds later Bulma arrived, but for Vegeta it felt it was a century. Bulma started crying and tried to wake her up. 'Get an ambulance here, you bastard!' she screamed. Vegeta ran inside the house, trying to find the phone. He never used the thing, but he did know how to, because Bulma was always talking to that loudmouthed wife of Kakarot. Where was the damn thing? He ran a room in, room out and another room it. There was it! He dialled 911 and a leisured voice of a woman, who picked up the phone, calmed him down a little. After stuttering the address the woman said the ambulance would be there as fast as possible. He walked slowly, complete confused, outside, to Bulma and Bra. He could fly Bra to the hospital, but if her back was broken he could damage her for life. He kneeled next to the little girl and petted her black hair. By the time the ambulance got there, it started to rain. Bra's black eyes began to fill with rainwater.
Prologue
'Vegeta!' Bulma shouted. 'What is it, woman?' he asked unfriendly. Bulma stood by the window and he was wondering where she was staring at The big tree in the yard? A bit curious, he walked to her and looked. He saw something that made him a bit worried. Their youngest child, secretly his little princess, was hanging at a branch from the big tree in the yard. She was screaming for help and didn't look very pleased. 'You have to help her, Vegeta!' Bulma cried. Vegeta didn't heard her. He was still wondering how the little girl got there. A smack on his cheek woke him up. 'Help her!' Vegeta, annoyed, walked to the door and before opening it he said: 'If she falls, it won't be bad. She's a saiyan.' 'She is two, you ass!' Vegeta shrugged and opened the door. While walking to the tree, with absolute no hurry, he was confident she wouldn't fall. By the time he was two, he could beat the guardians of the Royal Palace on Planet Vegeta already without a sweat. But how did the brat got there, so high? So sure wasn't he actually. She was, after all a girl. He had no idea how strong Saiyan-woman where. He never knew them personally, so how should he know? But she had the spirit of Bulma and Bulma was strong. A little concerned he speeded up and ran to the yard. He got by the big tree and looked up. He didn't saw a thing. His heart shook and walked around the tree. Bra wasn't hanging somewhere. Then he looked down and saw Bra. He walked to her and saw her beautiful face covered with dirt and blood. He glanced to the window Bulma was standing behind and he saw her screaming in horror. He touched his little princess' face and stared at her. Ten seconds later Bulma arrived, but for Vegeta it felt it was a century. Bulma started crying and tried to wake her up. 'Get an ambulance here, you bastard!' she screamed. Vegeta ran inside the house, trying to find the phone. He never used the thing, but he did know how to, because Bulma was always talking to that loudmouthed wife of Kakarot. Where was the damn thing? He ran a room in, room out and another room it. There was it! He dialled 911 and a leisured voice of a woman, who picked up the phone, calmed him down a little. After stuttering the address the woman said the ambulance would be there as fast as possible. He walked slowly, complete confused, outside, to Bulma and Bra. He could fly Bra to the hospital, but if her back was broken he could damage her for life. He kneeled next to the little girl and petted her black hair. By the time the ambulance got there, it started to rain. Bra's black eyes began to fill with rainwater.