-1Author's note

I don't DBZ etc. etc.

Vegeta stood there sweating off the effects of a 24 hour training session in 400 times gravity. Reaching for the pink towel and change of clothes that Bulma always laid out for him, he began to muse slightly as the sound and the aroma of dinner being prepared wafted toward him causing his Saiyan stomach to roar.

It had been about 25 years since he and Nappa had landed on this rock known as Earth. From what Raditz had told them before his untimely death it was a relatively peaceful planet. It's inhabitants were mostly pathetic weaklings not worth their time, which of course would make it a perfect present for Lord Frieza. Thinking about his feminine former overlord made Vegeta's scowl even more pronounced, an expression that caused his newborn daughter Bra to peer curiously up at her father.

Softening his grimace slightly he reached down with one hand and yanked the newborn up to eye level by her tail, one of the two displays of affection the Saiyan race have between parent and child.

This tail will have to go.

Vegeta thought with a frown, Bulma was very adamant about not having a giant monkey rampaging around town, especially since they had just finished rebuilding the world from devastation, again. He remembered this particular conversation well, It was six months after Bra had been born and, Vegeta had just suffered through an agonizing 3 hours of the Little Mermaid. He had to pause the tape several times to explain to Kakarot that mermaids weren't real.

Dopey fool. He thought with a warm smile.

Anyway, as Goku and Vegeta went outside to watch Pan attempt to fly around the world for the first time, Vegeta offhandedley mentioned that Bra would need to start training soon to catch up. Bulma had made a huge scene screaming at the top of her lungs at the two warriors that no daughter of hers would grow up to be some giant monkey. He tried to point out to her that Piccolo blew up the moon years ago, and that there was no way Bra could become an Oozaru.

Instead of calming his green haired soul mate , she ran into another tirade about her daughter not growing up into some jobless karate bum. At this point Goku decided to add his two cents, by stating that she was beginning to sound like Chi-Chi. Vegeta agreed and said in what he thought was a whisper, "Tch, I'm surprised she can still have kids, let alone complain about how I'm raising them." He hadn't had sex with Bulma since then.

Looking into his daughter's shining blue eyes that were a perfect reflection of her mother's Vegeta smiled, and felt a warm sensation in his chest.

"So what you won't grow up to be a warrior, I like you just the way you are."

And then feeling another warm sensation on his chest, Vegeta looked down and saw Bra performing the other display of affection the Saiyan race has between parent and child.

Yellow stains covering his formerly clean changing clothes the Prince of Saiyans conceded defeat. Pulling his daughter right side up and sighing slightly he walked towards the kitchen with her in his arms.

"Let's go see what your mother's cooking."

End,

Just a little challenge for myself, something that I didn't think I was capable of, making a loving father out of Vegeta. If anybody out there has any ideas for a story that they'd like to see but are to lazy to write E-mail me, I can work in just about any fandom.