All characters Copyright of Akira Toriyama.
"" - In Character Speech.
:: - In Character Thought.
Personally I'm a Fan of the Lavender Haired - Manga Bra
As oppose to the Aqua Haired - Anime Bra.
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Vegeta looked down upon the resting child.
Her Lavender Hair was pulled up into the tiny beginning of a ponytail, held together and gathered with a Pink Rubber band, which had two cylindrical balls decorating the base of Bra's soon to be ponytail.
Her tiny hands were closed into little fists, bundled inside with the fabric of the Father's shirt. She'd always done this from the day she was born.
She slept peacefully and motionless, an odd twitch or noise would make Vegeta's attention drop down on the child.
Every so often she would nuzzle the side of her face further into Vegeta's side. This made him tingle inside that something so small and helpless depended upon him almost completely.
Bra was now four.
Although she was still attached upon her parents Trunks had been nothing like this. He was always left to aimlessly wonder around and break things with his mischievous touch.
Trunks also had his best friend Goten.
That was the difference between both siblings. Trunks always wanted to be left alone as a child, he wanted to venture off with his Pal Goten, and explore the back yard, or Capsule Headquarters.
Bra never wanted to be left alone, perhaps she would have been different had she a Playmate.
She was content at her Mother's side, following her daily rituals of checking the Operations through out the various labs, Bra even stood outside the Bathroom Door while her mother showered and so on. She was barely alone, day or night.
Vegeta continued to watch the television.
Rain poured down as hard as it could with its full glory.
The drops would beat at the roof causing the noise to echo and bound from wall to wall of Capsule Corp. Every once in a while thunder would clap causing the house to shake slightly. Fork lightening would crash down from the clouds and hit the Earth with a vibrating force.
The jolts vibrations would transfer through all surfaces and items in the house making everything tremble a little.
Vegeta wasn't bothered at all by this for he had seen far worse.
A Storm like this was once the very lest of fear. Especially for the Saiyan Race, for their conquests often left far worse devastation, of anything at all. As oppose to a tiny little storm rolling by.
However, Bra was more frightened then ever.
She opened her eyes quickly and wailed over the noise and flashes. Her grip tightened and dug into Vegeta's clothing. The pupils in her eyes had tightened up, causing her eyes to convey pure fear.
Her eyes suddenly shut tight, her eyebrows dropped and tears rolled down her cheeks continually.
"Daddy!!!" Cried a shrill voice.
Vegeta had been looking at the child for a while.
He took note of the tremors in her voice. A dead give away that she was distressed. Vegeta lifted Bra into his lap and let her bury her face into his front. Her heartbeat had risen to the point where she was nearly out of breath. The ki level she was producing was rapidly rising.
Vegeta watched as the child began to shake.
Lightening crashed down again.
This time Bra caught the sight of it out the corner of her eye. It had shone such a wild golden yellow that Bra couldn't miss it. She closed her eyes even tighter as the grip on her father's shirt increased and strengthened.
Vegeta continued to gaze upon her. Bra's body heat had risen in temperature. She was nearly burning to the touch. Almost like she had a fever. Becoming alarmed Vegeta thought about ringing Bulma. She would be full of angst had he rung her for any other reason other then Bra or Trunks.
He was even warned specifically not to call during her Business Meetings, unless they were worth the effort, and Vegeta's Life. Of course Vegeta knew Bulma could do practically nothing to harm him physically, but he wasn't at all in the mood to sit through one of her tantrums.
"Daddy please make it stop." Pleaded a small voice.
"I can't." Spoke Vegeta.
His tone was a little sympathetic, something which was once upon a time unimaginable in the cold hearted earlier days of Vegeta's existence.
Another jolt of lightening descended towards the Earth.
Only this time it had the impact of a logging truck over a snail. It hit the roof of Capsule Corp with immense force.
Vegeta's senses had become a little less acute as all his attention was diverted to Bra. Vegeta clutched Bra slightly harder and curled over her defensively.
Bra screamed at his reaction to the lightening.
Instantly a facade of golden light blinded Vegeta.
He felt the bundle in his lap burn immensely with power. The outburst of power caused Vegeta to lean back and turn his face away. He listened to the roar of energy flush through the air.
Looking down into his lap again Vegeta closed his eyes slightly to shield his eyes from the explosive blinding light.
His daughter was glowing a golden shard of light.
Her hair had splayed up and outward. The usual lavender hair had become golden yellow. Her eyes were no longer the aqua blue inherited from her mother but a cold blue green colour.
The pupils had completely disappeared from the cores of her once soft eyes.
Vegeta gazed in shock at her.
Bra's crying was drowned out by the flowing surges of power that splashed out from her body. Vegeta could clearly see she was crying, although it appeared to be silent. She placed her tiny hands over her face as she cried into her palms.
The lightening had scared Bra. Although Vegeta could tell this was not what triggered her transformation.
The simple act of holding her tighter had shocked her.
Vegeta's mind had bound itself so closely to Bra he could see what had triggered her reaction. Bra's instincts had misled her to believe her father was under scrutiny. The love for him had charged itself into defensive anger thus completing the inspiration for Bra's change.
Amidst the noise of a teary eyed Bra Vegeta tried to hush the wailing child.
Placing his hands on her shoulders his dark eyes stared into her tear filled eyes. He smiled upon the child. Seeing he was safe the golden aura around Bra flared down.
Her hair fell limp and dropped to frame her small face again.
Vegeta gently brushed the tears from Bra's eyes. She clutched Vegeta's shirt tightly as she lay her face between his side and his arm. Vegeta knew exactly what was wrong.
"We shall tell no one Princess." Smiled Vegeta softly. Bra simply beamed as the colour returned to her face. The child nodded as her father looked on slightly bewildered.
"We wouldn't want to upset your mother now would we?" Snuffed Vegeta.
"After all, you are the innocent one of the lot." Nodded Vegeta.
"No doubt your Mother would point the dirty finger at me, and accuse me of trying to make a Warrior out of you."
Vegeta watched down over his Heiress as she roused herself into sleep again. Her energy level dropped, as had her temperature.
"Curious." Mused an ever watchful Vegeta.
"" - In Character Speech.
:: - In Character Thought.
Personally I'm a Fan of the Lavender Haired - Manga Bra
As oppose to the Aqua Haired - Anime Bra.
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Vegeta looked down upon the resting child.
Her Lavender Hair was pulled up into the tiny beginning of a ponytail, held together and gathered with a Pink Rubber band, which had two cylindrical balls decorating the base of Bra's soon to be ponytail.
Her tiny hands were closed into little fists, bundled inside with the fabric of the Father's shirt. She'd always done this from the day she was born.
She slept peacefully and motionless, an odd twitch or noise would make Vegeta's attention drop down on the child.
Every so often she would nuzzle the side of her face further into Vegeta's side. This made him tingle inside that something so small and helpless depended upon him almost completely.
Bra was now four.
Although she was still attached upon her parents Trunks had been nothing like this. He was always left to aimlessly wonder around and break things with his mischievous touch.
Trunks also had his best friend Goten.
That was the difference between both siblings. Trunks always wanted to be left alone as a child, he wanted to venture off with his Pal Goten, and explore the back yard, or Capsule Headquarters.
Bra never wanted to be left alone, perhaps she would have been different had she a Playmate.
She was content at her Mother's side, following her daily rituals of checking the Operations through out the various labs, Bra even stood outside the Bathroom Door while her mother showered and so on. She was barely alone, day or night.
Vegeta continued to watch the television.
Rain poured down as hard as it could with its full glory.
The drops would beat at the roof causing the noise to echo and bound from wall to wall of Capsule Corp. Every once in a while thunder would clap causing the house to shake slightly. Fork lightening would crash down from the clouds and hit the Earth with a vibrating force.
The jolts vibrations would transfer through all surfaces and items in the house making everything tremble a little.
Vegeta wasn't bothered at all by this for he had seen far worse.
A Storm like this was once the very lest of fear. Especially for the Saiyan Race, for their conquests often left far worse devastation, of anything at all. As oppose to a tiny little storm rolling by.
However, Bra was more frightened then ever.
She opened her eyes quickly and wailed over the noise and flashes. Her grip tightened and dug into Vegeta's clothing. The pupils in her eyes had tightened up, causing her eyes to convey pure fear.
Her eyes suddenly shut tight, her eyebrows dropped and tears rolled down her cheeks continually.
"Daddy!!!" Cried a shrill voice.
Vegeta had been looking at the child for a while.
He took note of the tremors in her voice. A dead give away that she was distressed. Vegeta lifted Bra into his lap and let her bury her face into his front. Her heartbeat had risen to the point where she was nearly out of breath. The ki level she was producing was rapidly rising.
Vegeta watched as the child began to shake.
Lightening crashed down again.
This time Bra caught the sight of it out the corner of her eye. It had shone such a wild golden yellow that Bra couldn't miss it. She closed her eyes even tighter as the grip on her father's shirt increased and strengthened.
Vegeta continued to gaze upon her. Bra's body heat had risen in temperature. She was nearly burning to the touch. Almost like she had a fever. Becoming alarmed Vegeta thought about ringing Bulma. She would be full of angst had he rung her for any other reason other then Bra or Trunks.
He was even warned specifically not to call during her Business Meetings, unless they were worth the effort, and Vegeta's Life. Of course Vegeta knew Bulma could do practically nothing to harm him physically, but he wasn't at all in the mood to sit through one of her tantrums.
"Daddy please make it stop." Pleaded a small voice.
"I can't." Spoke Vegeta.
His tone was a little sympathetic, something which was once upon a time unimaginable in the cold hearted earlier days of Vegeta's existence.
Another jolt of lightening descended towards the Earth.
Only this time it had the impact of a logging truck over a snail. It hit the roof of Capsule Corp with immense force.
Vegeta's senses had become a little less acute as all his attention was diverted to Bra. Vegeta clutched Bra slightly harder and curled over her defensively.
Bra screamed at his reaction to the lightening.
Instantly a facade of golden light blinded Vegeta.
He felt the bundle in his lap burn immensely with power. The outburst of power caused Vegeta to lean back and turn his face away. He listened to the roar of energy flush through the air.
Looking down into his lap again Vegeta closed his eyes slightly to shield his eyes from the explosive blinding light.
His daughter was glowing a golden shard of light.
Her hair had splayed up and outward. The usual lavender hair had become golden yellow. Her eyes were no longer the aqua blue inherited from her mother but a cold blue green colour.
The pupils had completely disappeared from the cores of her once soft eyes.
Vegeta gazed in shock at her.
Bra's crying was drowned out by the flowing surges of power that splashed out from her body. Vegeta could clearly see she was crying, although it appeared to be silent. She placed her tiny hands over her face as she cried into her palms.
The lightening had scared Bra. Although Vegeta could tell this was not what triggered her transformation.
The simple act of holding her tighter had shocked her.
Vegeta's mind had bound itself so closely to Bra he could see what had triggered her reaction. Bra's instincts had misled her to believe her father was under scrutiny. The love for him had charged itself into defensive anger thus completing the inspiration for Bra's change.
Amidst the noise of a teary eyed Bra Vegeta tried to hush the wailing child.
Placing his hands on her shoulders his dark eyes stared into her tear filled eyes. He smiled upon the child. Seeing he was safe the golden aura around Bra flared down.
Her hair fell limp and dropped to frame her small face again.
Vegeta gently brushed the tears from Bra's eyes. She clutched Vegeta's shirt tightly as she lay her face between his side and his arm. Vegeta knew exactly what was wrong.
"We shall tell no one Princess." Smiled Vegeta softly. Bra simply beamed as the colour returned to her face. The child nodded as her father looked on slightly bewildered.
"We wouldn't want to upset your mother now would we?" Snuffed Vegeta.
"After all, you are the innocent one of the lot." Nodded Vegeta.
"No doubt your Mother would point the dirty finger at me, and accuse me of trying to make a Warrior out of you."
Vegeta watched down over his Heiress as she roused herself into sleep again. Her energy level dropped, as had her temperature.
"Curious." Mused an ever watchful Vegeta.