Author's Note:
So I remembered last fall when my creative writing class covered a short story dealing with little kids, and then my entire class's next submissions tended to be about little kids or having a little kid as the MC, but mine wasn't really since I suck at writing kids. So this is my attempt, almost a year later, at writing with a little kid as a focus. If I wasn't as obsessed with VB or Vegebul as much as I am, I probably would've avoided writing little kids until I have my own to model characters off of.
Enjoy, and please review to tell me how I did with writing Bulla/Bra please.
"Daddy? Daddy? Daddy? Daddy?"
Bulma woke to the sound of her daughter and the small shakes she was giving Vegeta in an attempt to wake him up. "What is it, sweetie?" she asked in a tired voice. She had been up until three working on her latest project and really wanted to sleep, but a mother's work was never finished.
"I need Daddy," Bulla answered, continuing her attempts to wake her father.
Bulma glared at the prone figure of her husband on the bed next to her. She knew he was awake; he wasn't a very deep sleeper and was constantly listening for signs of danger. It was probably an old habit from when he was soldier under Frieza, but now it only served to irritate her since he was ignoring their daughter's cries for help.
"What do you need Daddy for?" Bulma asked.
"There's a monster under my bed," Bulla said. "Only Daddy can scare it away."
Yeah with that annoying glare of his, Bulma thought before sighing. "Don't listen to those scary stories your brother tells you, Bulla. Monsters aren't hiding under your bed."
"Yes they are! I heard them! They rustle and growl and scratch."
Bulma thought the noises her daughter was hearing was really just one or more of the cats her father seemed to accumulate. She had lost count how many they had now. They liked Bulla a lot because she would play with them more than anyone else.
"I need Daddy to scare them away!"
Bulma's eyes adjusted to the dark and she saw how earnest Bulla was. "Can't Mommy scare the monsters away?"
Bulla shook her head. "Mommy isn't scary enough. Daddy's big and tough and super scary."
Bulma held back a laugh. Her four year old calling Vegeta scary was just too cute. "What about Trunks? Can't you go get your brother to scare them away?" Bulma thought that if her teenage son was going to be putting these thoughts in his sister's head, then he might as well lose sleep along with her.
Bulla again shook her head. "Trunks is mean! He tells them to scare me! Daddy needs to do it."
Bulma nudged her husband, now more sure than ever that he was awake.
He grunted.
"Daddy!" Bulla cried, hearing that he was awake at last. "Daddy, scare away the monsters!"
"Just go back to sleep," he told her without moving. "They'll go away on their own."
Bulla started to sob. "But… but Daddy…"
Bulma felt her heart ache to hear her daughter cry like that, but knew it was even worse for Vegeta. He couldn't stand to hear their kids cry. With Trunks he always used tough love, but with Bulla…
Vegeta pushed himself up with a groan. "Fine. I'll go scare away the monsters, but then you need to go to sleep, okay?"
Bulla cheered as she grabbed her father's hand and pulled him out of bed. He followed her with a tired gait and Bulma watched him go with a smirk. He was such a softie.
She was about to fall back asleep when he returned. He crawled under the covers and pulled her into his arms. "Did you scare the monsters away?"
He grunted.