Disclaimer: I forgot to put his on my last fanfic, but I do not own DBZ or any of it's characters.

Chapter 1

It had been a rather boring day at Capsule Corporation. The weather was very tame, not a blistering summer day, but not cool enough to merit even a sweater. There was not one cloud in the sky and the birds seemed to have all but disappeared.

Trunks Brief, the resident heartthrob of the compound was away at the office, dealing with the tedious task of being Vice President of a multi-billion dollar empire.

Bulma Brief, the CEO of Capsule Corp. was away in America on a two week business trip hoping to sign a new deal to obtain a new premium alloy material to use in their products. She had just left yesterday morning.

The youngest member of the Brief's household, Bra, was in school, just a few blocks away from the compound. It was mid afternoon, so she would be arriving home soon.

The only member of the family that was present at the grounds of the compound was the family patriarch, Vegeta. He was coming out of the Gravity Room attached to the house. His training was over for the day, as he was drenched in sweat and still donned his spandex shorts. With his mate away for a fortnight, his training time had doubled for the time, so he could relieve certain tension.

"Damn, woman! Who does she think she is just trotting off whenever she feels like it?! I finally force myself into tolerating her shrieking company, and she just picks up and leaves. She's going to pay dearly when she returns." He mused to himself. 'Oh yes, she will pay.'

Vegeta was smirking at all of the licentious thoughts running through his mind when it hit him.

'It's quiet. Too quiet.' He thought to himself. "Let's see, the last time it was this quiet…..we were waiting for Frieza in the desert!!!!!!!!"

Vegeta became panicked as he prepared himself into a battle stance. He didn't know what for, he just knew that something that he didn't like was about to come his way.

And he couldn't have been more correct. As he wait there posed, he felt the very stressed ki of his youngest child.

Vegeta was just about to fly through the front door to reach his offspring, just as he did on one other occasion.

Flashback to last year when Bra was in the 7th grade

Vegeta and Trunks were sparring in the Gravity Room when the Saiyan formally known as Prince (ha!) felt the spike in his daughter's ki. He burst through the front door to find her kneeling and sobbing on the front lawn.

The sight of his little Princess crying sent him over the edge. Someone had hurt his little girl, his pride and joy.

Upon investigation of his daughter's distraught state, he had discovered that some weakling human boy that she liked had asked another girl to the school dance.

Vegeta (although secretly pleased that his daughter would not have a date for the evening) was perplexed that any male would not find his daughter the most attractive in the city, let alone the world.

Not really willing to force said boy into going to the dance with Bra, Vegeta opted for the next best solution to her problem (at least in his mind.) He decided to blow up the houses of the boy and the girl that he had asked.

The whole situation embarrassed Bra to no end. Now, she was the infamous girl at Orange Star Middle School that no boys ever dare talk to. Plus, the media coverage of the lawsuits that both families filed against Capsule Corp did nothing to help Bulma.

Vegeta failed to see his folly. Now, he had no threat of any weakling humans seeking to court his baby, and all those that would dare insult his household got the message.

Never the less, Bra didn't talk to her father for a month, and he rode the couch with no Gravity Room privileges for two months.

End Flashback

Before Vegeta could destroy yet another door, Bra had burst through it (figuratively speaking) and slammed it behind her.

Vegeta ran to his daughter to see what the problem was.

"Brat! What the hell has you so upset?" Vegeta demanded of her.

"When's mom coming home?" Bra retorted.

Vegeta was dumbfounded. His baby, his little princess, preferred to talk to Bulma over him. She had always favored Vegeta. She was his baby girl.

"Two weeks." He answered. "So if you want assistance, you will have to deal with me!" He told her. 'That's it Vegeta, don't sound so hurt.'

"I can't really talk to you about his, dad. It's private." Bra said to him in an almost inaudible tone.

"That's nonsense, girl. I demand you tell me this instant!" Vegeta suddenly became angry with his daughter's refusal to confide in him.

Bra, who shared her father's temper most of the time, became irritated. She had told him that she didn't want to speak with him about it, and she meant it. But now, she just wanted him to stop being a jerk about it.

"Fine! If you must know, dad, I got my first period today!" Bra blurted through tears.

Vegeta's face looked as if it was going to fall off. His eyes displayed an aloofness of his mind, as if it had left his body in the hopes of avoiding this awkward moment. He stood there, staring at Bra, his little innocent flower. His delicate little baby girl, that he always swore to protect, had just informed him that she was no longer a baby girl. The hurt, the betrayal…..how dare she?!

Bra continued. "We were playing volleyball in gym class when I felt something funny..Uh…you know…" she lowered her voice to a whisper and pointed towards her nether regions "down there."

Vegeta shuddered. He didn't even want to think about his girl having a "down there."

"I looked down, and saw a really gross stain on my white gym shorts and all of the other girls were laughing and pointing. I ran out crying to the principal's office. They sent me home with this note." She finished and handed him the crumpled piece of paper with the school's letterhead on it.

Vegeta snatched the note from Bra.

'Dear Mr. /Mrs. Brief:

Your daughter has started menstruating this afternoon. I have given Bra a few supplies in order to last her through the afternoon.

I feel that it is your responsibility to explain this situation to your daughter and inform her correctly of her body's changes.

In the meantime, Bra has been excused from gym for a week and will take a study hall period instead. She will be fine to return to school tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Principal Wilson

Vegeta balled up the note and threw it on the floor. Stupid letter gave him no help. He ran over to the desk in the hallway that had the household telephone on it, and began to fumble through the notepad with emergency contact phone numbers on it.

"What are you doing, dad?" Bra asked her panicked father.

"Calling your mother!" Was his reply.