Baby Sitting Bra

I.

"Vegeta? Vegeta! …VEGETA!!!"

Vegeta bolted up from laying down in bed, looking alarmed, "What?!" He looked over and saw Bulma with her hands on her hips, "What do you want?"

Bulma sighed and headed towards her closet, throwing clothes on the bed, "I just got a call. Didn't you hear the phone?"

Vegeta just shook his head.

"Well, I did. I have to run to the office for a meeting. I know it's short notice, but they need me there. I need you to watch Bra while I'm away," she finished, beginning to get dressed.

This woke Vegeta up more, "What?! Why me?! Why can't the boy watch her?!"

"Why can't you watch her?" Bulma snapped back, her voice muffled from trying to get her shirt over her head.

Vegeta grunted, annoyed, and held his head, "I feel like I got smashed by a cow…" he then turned to Bulma, smirking, "Oh yeah, I did."

Bulma scowled at him furiously; "If I wasn't in such a hurry I would kill you! Just watch Bra, Vegeta, please? I'll only be gone for no more than five hours."

"Five hours?! But I have to train in that time!" Vegeta yelled, watching Bulma get her shoes on.

"You don't have to do anything in that time, except watch Bra! She probably won't be up for another hour or so anyway."

As soon as Bulma said that, Bra came walking in her parents' bedroom, holding a teddy bear and rubbing her eyes sleepily.

Vegeta gave Bulma a glare, but Bulma ignored him, "Good morning, sweety! Did you sleep okay?" Bulma asked, picking her daughter up and setting her on the bed.

This made Bra smile, "Uh-huh! I had a dream that you got me a pink bunny and Daddy kept playing with it!"

Vegeta's eyes widened, but Bulma couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"Oh, really? Did your Daddy love the bunny?" Bulma said in a high-pitched voice, trying to hide her laughter.

Bra nodded vigorously, "Yep!"

Bulma laughed again, "Well, honey, your Daddy's gonna be watching you for awhile today, Mommy's gotta go away for awhile, okay?"

Bra's smile brightened, "Okay! I love spending time with Daddy!" With this, she crawled up to the top of the bed, wrapping her arms around Vegeta's neck.

Vegeta didn't hug her back; he just rolled his eyes.

Bulma nodded, then looked at the clock, "Okay then, I gotta run, see you both when I get back! Trunks is over Goten's!" finished Bulma, halfway down the hall already.

Bra then let go of Vegeta and looked up at him with sparkling eyes, "What do you want to do, Daddy?"

Vegeta didn't answer; he just got out of bed and headed out the door and down the opposite end of the hall.

Bra followed, "Wanna play house?"

"No," Vegeta answered nonchalantly, still walking down the hall, heading towards the bathroom.

"Wanna have a picnic?"

"No," he answered in the same tone.

"Wanna have a tea party?"

"No."

"Wanna bake cookies?"

"No." and with this no, Vegeta reached the bathroom, stepping in and closing the door.

But this didn't stop Bra, as she walked right in after him, "Wanna tell me a story?"

"AH!" Vegeta screamed in surprise that Bra actually followed him into the bathroom.

Bra then began jumping up and down, her teddy bear flying every which way in her arms, "I know what we can do, Daddy! We can play prince and princess!"

Before he had time to respond, she grabbed his hand and pulled him across the hallway into her bedroom.

Vegeta groaned as he watched his daughter head over to her toy box, then start to look through it, throwing things to the side that were in her way.

"Why can't you go over Kakarot's and play with your brother and Goten?" Vegeta asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Bra gasped. She stopped looking through her toy box and turned around to face Vegeta. Her face was red from a blush, her blue eyes wide, "Daddy, please!"

And with that said, she turned back around and started her search again.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow, wondering what the heck that was about.

"I found it!" Bra finally screamed out, taking out a pink box that must have been at the bottom.

Vegeta watched her run over to her bed, putting the box down at the foot. She took the top off and inside, everything was sparkling.

Bra first took out a shiny pink gown, just her size, along with shiny pink slippers, and a shiny pink crown, and a shiny pink wand.

"This is my princess outfit! And this is your costume, Daddy:"

Bra took out a red cape, outlined with white cotton, a golden crown, and a golden wand.

"Here you go, Daddy! Put it on!" she urged, handing him everything.

Vegeta took it from her, since she just shoved it in his arms anyway. He saw Bra taking off her pajamas and getting into her outfit.

"Why do I need to wear this to be a prince?" he asked her, looking down at what he must wear.

"Because this is how princess's and prince's dress!" Bra exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing.

As soon as she said that, she was already fully dressed. She turned to Vegeta, seeing that he hasn't even begun to dress.

She walked over to him, "Here, I'll help you, Daddy."

She took back the costume she gave to him, "Sit down on the floor."

"What? I will do no such thing as—," before he could finish, he saw Bra's eyes flash with anger.

"SIT!" came her high, squeaky voice.

Vegeta looked startled that she made an outburst like that, though he should have expected it, after all…Bra was Bulma's daughter.

So, he sat down on the floor, not bothering to argue with Bra.

Bra gave a triumphant smile. She grabbed the cloak and, going behind him, wrapped it around him, snapping the clip together under his chin. She grabbed the crown, placing it on top of his head…or at least tried to.

"Daddy! The crown won't fit over your hair!" Bra complained.

Vegeta chuckled, "Guess I won't wear it then, will I?"

Bra looked around, and then her eyes lit up, "Yes, you will! Wait right here! I'll be right back!"

She left her room for only a minute, running back in. Since Vegeta was facing away from her door, he didn't see what she got.

Before he had time to even think what she might have grabbed, he heard a clipping noise.

'I know I've heard that sound before…' was all Vegeta could think of.

That's when he saw pieces of his hair fall to his side. His eyes widened and he stood up quickly. He looked down at Bra, seeing the pair of scissors in her hand.

He turned to the one side of her room, bending down to look in her mirror on her little vanity. As he looked, he saw that the right half of his hair was much longer then the left.

"BRA!" he screamed in anger, "You brat! Look what you've done!"

He turned around, to see her bottom lip begin to tremble.

"Oh, no! No, don't think that crying is going to work on me!" he yelled, pointing a finger at her.

Bra lowered her head, having the scissors drop from her hand. From where Vegeta was standing, he saw her tears drop to her carpet.

Vegeta softened his eyes a little. As cold as he was, he still didn't like to see his daughter cry.

He walked over to her, kneeling down on one knee. He grabbed her shoulders, "Bra, I…"

Before he could say any more, Bra wrapped her arms around his neck and began crying into his shoulder, "I'm sorry, Daddy!" she managed to get out between sobs.

Vegeta patted her back awkwardly, not exactly knowing how to comfort her; "It's all right."

Bra looked up at him with a tear-streaked face, "R-really?"

Vegeta nodded, making Bra smile, then begin to laugh.

"What?" Vegeta asked, confused.

"You look funny," Bra said, covering her mouth with her hand, but still giggling.

Vegeta grunted, turning back to the mirror, "I know…I gotta make this even again."

"I can do it for you, Daddy! I did a good job on one side, I can do the same on the other!" Bra exclaimed enthusiastically.

Vegeta eyed her, then sighed, 'I can believe I'm gonna let her do this…' he said to himself.

"Okay, Bra, but you better do a good job!" he said as he sat down where he was before.

"YEA!" Bra exclaimed, picking up the scissors again and automatically start clipping away at Vegeta's hair.

"Hey!" Vegeta yelled, as he saw practically all his hair falling at his sides, "Watch what you're doing, Bra!"

Bra began giggling hysterically; "I am…"

With this answer said mysteriously, he just closed his eyes and wished for the best.

But within seconds, Bra stated that she was done.

Bra walked around to face Vegeta from the front and admired her work. Nodding, Bra said; "I think I did a pretty good job if I do say so myself!" again, she laughed.

Vegeta groaned, "Do I really want to see this?"

As if answering his own question, he got up and looked into the little mirror. To his surprise, Bra got his hair pretty even, it was just about 3 inches shorter. After examining this, he saw Bra come up beside him in the mirror, wearing her big smile.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Actually, you didn't do as bad as a job as I thought you were."

Bra's smile grew, feeling special from getting a compliment from her dad, "Well, now that your hair's outta the way…" she grabbed the crown again and put it on him, "the crown will fit."

From the time Bra started cutting his hair, he forgot what the real reason for it was. Now he wished he would've kept it uneven for awhile longer so he still wouldn't have to wear the stupid crown.

For the finishing touch, Bra handed him the wand, "There! Now you really look like a prince!"

Vegeta growled, "I always look like a prince!"

Bra giggled and waved her hand, "Sure you don't."

He grunted and turned away, "So what do we do now? Train so if our planet is under attack we can protect it?" Vegeta asked, trying to convince her so he could start on his training.

But Bra shook her head, "No, we have body guards to do that for us. We gotta…" she thought for a minute before she did a complete spin in excitement, "We gotta bake cookies for all the people of our kingdom!"

Vegeta raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

Bra sighed and put her hands on her hips, "So they will respect us!"

"Shouldn't they respect us already?" Vegeta asked, "and if they don't…I say we torture them!"

She gasped, "Daddy! Honestly…that won't do any good! We gotta make yummy chocolate chip cookies!"

At this said, Vegeta couldn't help but chuckle at how grown-up she tried to sound. Bra's eyes lit up when she saw this and automatically assumed the answer was yes.

"YEA! We get to make cookies, we get to make cookies, we get to make cookies!" she practically screamed at the top of her lungs, making Vegeta cover his ears.

Before another word, Bra was running out of her room and down the hall to the stairs.

Vegeta reluctantly got up and trudged down the hall after her, "This is already the longest day of my life…"

Lol, okay, I don't know what inspired me to write this fanfic…maybe I needed a break on romance, I dunno. But anyway, I always thought Vegeta and Bra stories were the cutest thing so I guess I wanted to try one too! ^_^ Please review and tell me what ya think!