I will post more chapters later on! These are all going to be short one-shots involving the Briefs family, as well as their many friends. The rating may also change depending on what I write about in the future.

Vegeta sat upright at the table, staring at his young blunette daughter, who was staring into her cereal; pushing it around with her spoon. His eyebrows burrowed, as she let of a deep sigh, before slopping around with her breakfast a little more.

Vegeta broke the silence "what's the matter with you girl?" She looked up to him "you would normally have devoured that, and four other bowls by now!" He questioned.

"Nothing daddy" she replied "I've just got a lot on my mind"

As Vegeta was about to lean towards his small daughter, Bulma entered through the front door, smiling gladly whilst carrying a small bag of shopping. She had just returned from a fellow colleagues home across the city. She had given birth to twins three days ago, and Bulma wasn't going to miss and opportunity to see some new adorable babies. It had been 7 years since she had Bra, and she had actually missed the feeling of cradling a newborn in her arms.

"I returned bearing gifts" she smirked, holding up a bag of shopping which was stacked with multipacks of snacks for her three saiyan family members. Although Trunks was rarely in the house anymore, she still bought extra for when he was home. It wasn't as if she was wasting her money; there was always plenty of it.

"It took you long enough" Vegeta huffed, not glancing away from the daughter sat opposite him.

"Your daughter seems to be in distress woman, see to it" he grumbled, before turning to face his wife. Her eyes narrowed as she focused of Bra. "Oh yeah?" The walked over to the counter and placed the bag down, before sitting down beside Vegeta and placing a hand on his left arm. Bra looked up at her parents, before pushing away her bowl of cereal.

"What's troubling you, sweetie?" Bulma asked. 'Bra is never one of leave food' she thought to herself.

"You went to see some babies today, didn't you mommy?" She replied. Vegeta looked at his wife with slight confusion, and Bulma answered her daughter with a nod.

"Well I am very confused momma, and it's bothering me" she exclaimed, raising her voice slightly. Bulma's face began to look even more confused than before .

"I just don't understand where babies come from!"

Vegeta spat his fresh orange across the room, before coughing up the rest from the back of his throat. Bulma's Jaw dropped and her face steamed a bright bed, as she looked to Vegeta for some sort of help.

"Oh no woman. I gave the boy the talk so now it's your turn" he snapped, before crossing his arms to the woman, who let out a huge sigh.

"Well..uh.. Babies come from mommies, dear " she tried to answer as briefly as possible.

"Duh momma, even I know that! But how does the baby get there?"

Bulma felt her face grow more and more red as she tried to think of some gentle way to describe sex to her daughter. She left the table and grabbed Bra's hand, before guiding her over to the sofa for a more 'adult chat'. She sat beside her young daughter, with Vegeta stood behind the sofa, observing for his own pure entertainment.

"Baby, when a mommy and daddy love eachother very much, they might decide they want a baby. And... They ...uh". Bulma struggled to maintain eye contact with her so innocent daughter, and describe such events to her.

"They have to show their love to eachother. But only if they really love eachother"

Vegeta let out a single snort of laughter, which has caught by Bulma , who returned a menacing stare to her husband.

"How do they do that mommy?" bra giggled. "You're stalling mom. It can't be that bad can it? You and daddy have done it before because you have me and Trunks!" she smiled brightly, as Bulma groaned in embarrassment, with Vegeta smirking uncontrollably.

"Me and your mother show our love all the time, child " Vegeta replied sarcastically.

"SHUT UP VEGETA! She's only a child!" The blunette yelled. "Anyways- a mommy and daddy have a... Sort of... Special cuddle in a bedroom, that lets them have a baby"

"And only your mother and father do this act, girl! You shall never need to do it, EVER." Vegeta interrupted again. Bra stared at her two parents and smiled excitedly.

"So, does this mean we are going to have another baby around the house soon too!" She leaped out in joy, skipping around the sofa and her parents excitedly. Both Vegeta and Bulma were completely dumbfounded.

"Bra honey, what makes you think there is going to be another baby?" She laughed nervously, tugging at her tight turtleneck sweater.

"Well, Trunks had a special hug with some girl a few days ago, and I saw. I don't hunk I was supposed to though, because she was getting ready I think. She wasn't wearing any clothes! He told me not to tell you, but I'm sure that's because he didn't want me to give away his surprise if he was napping a bab-...OOPS!" Bra blurted out, as she turned to her mom, who was now as pale as ever, and looking rather shaky. Her father on the other hand, seemed almost impressed with what he was told.

"He's definitely your son" he teased at Bulma, who had lunged for her phone on the coffee table, and dialled a number in record time. 'Maybe these lessons need to be learnt when children are older' she thought to herself. Little bra didn't quite understand what was happening, but she had a rough idea, that she had totally dropped her older brother in it.

"But mommy, you still haven't answered my question"...