No Crying
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, and no, I won't say "If I did I'd be out spending my zillions of dollars" instead, I'll just say that if I did, then Goku wouldn't die so much
"And why am I staying alone with it?!" Vegeta demanded as Bulma packed quickly.
"Because, I really need to go to Hong Kong, and of course I can't take her with me. Don't worry, Trunks will be home tomorrow." She replied breezily.
"But I-"
"And she is not an 'it' " Bulma said before he could finish.
"You will be back...right?" Vegeta asked pitifully.
Being home with baby Bra for a week would not be a nice one.
"Of course I will, but she is your daughter and you need to get to know her." Bulma said, and with that she was out the door and on her way to Hong Kong.
Vegeta sunk down into his recliner to sulk. Before he could lower his head, he heard it. The blood curdling howl that sent chills up his spine. The cry...of Bra.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Vegeta said trudging up the stairs.
Bra was sitting up in her crib, screaming at the top of her lungs. Vegeta walked over and picked her up. She was still crying hysterically.
"I'm holding you! When Mommy holds you, you shut up! Look, you're in my arms! like Mommy! Hello?!" Vegeta said anxiously.
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!"was the only reply he received.
Vegeta, grumbling, carried the screaming Bra downstairs. There, he walked all the way to his bedroom, sat on his bed, and sat down. A picture of bulma sat on the nightstand.
"Look," he said picking it up, "It's Mommy."
Bra glanced at the picture. "Dat?" she said.
"Huh? Uh...yes, mommy." He said unsure of what she had said.
"Dat?" she pointed again.
"Mommy."Vegeta was growing annoyed.
Bra's eyes watered up and she began to wail again. Vegeta groaned and buried his head into his pillow. He was never really around Trunks when he was a baby, so he had never dealt with this before. Bulma always did. He once again picked Bra up and carried her off to the living room.
He wished she'd shut up. Babies were so stupid. They cried at anything. Now Trunk's theory was turning into fact.
*Flashback*
Vegeta: Bulma! Shut that kid up! She's been crying for hours!
Trunks: You know, I think babies cry just because they're bored. Like adults are their slaves. Just lik toys.
*end flashback*
Vegeta sat on the couch and tried to rock Bra. Even if she cried the whole week, Vegeta would never talk baby talk to her the way Bulma did. Stuff like; "Yah, that's mommy's good girl!" and "Oh, is my sweetums okay?" in a deranged high pitched voice.
Bra was slowing down, probably tired of her own howling. But she wasn't ready to stop just yet. She was still trying her best to keep up her fit.
"Waa..." she began weakly.
"No crying" Vegeta ordered.
Bra looked stunned. No one had ever told her that before. She tried another whine.
"No crying" Vegeta replied again. Bra smiled a little and did it again.
"No crying." Vegeta said, almost like he was reminding her.
Bra laughed and did it again. It was a game to her now.
"No crying!" Vegeta laughed. (Oh My God!)
Bra did it loudly and laughed all over.
Vegeta threw her up in the air and caught her, then he was glad he had stayed home with Bra. She did one last little threatning cry.
"No crying." With that, Vegeta planted one big kiss on her forehead.
The End
Like it? Hate it? R&R if you want, it'd make me feel great
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, and no, I won't say "If I did I'd be out spending my zillions of dollars" instead, I'll just say that if I did, then Goku wouldn't die so much
"And why am I staying alone with it?!" Vegeta demanded as Bulma packed quickly.
"Because, I really need to go to Hong Kong, and of course I can't take her with me. Don't worry, Trunks will be home tomorrow." She replied breezily.
"But I-"
"And she is not an 'it' " Bulma said before he could finish.
"You will be back...right?" Vegeta asked pitifully.
Being home with baby Bra for a week would not be a nice one.
"Of course I will, but she is your daughter and you need to get to know her." Bulma said, and with that she was out the door and on her way to Hong Kong.
Vegeta sunk down into his recliner to sulk. Before he could lower his head, he heard it. The blood curdling howl that sent chills up his spine. The cry...of Bra.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Vegeta said trudging up the stairs.
Bra was sitting up in her crib, screaming at the top of her lungs. Vegeta walked over and picked her up. She was still crying hysterically.
"I'm holding you! When Mommy holds you, you shut up! Look, you're in my arms! like Mommy! Hello?!" Vegeta said anxiously.
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!"was the only reply he received.
Vegeta, grumbling, carried the screaming Bra downstairs. There, he walked all the way to his bedroom, sat on his bed, and sat down. A picture of bulma sat on the nightstand.
"Look," he said picking it up, "It's Mommy."
Bra glanced at the picture. "Dat?" she said.
"Huh? Uh...yes, mommy." He said unsure of what she had said.
"Dat?" she pointed again.
"Mommy."Vegeta was growing annoyed.
Bra's eyes watered up and she began to wail again. Vegeta groaned and buried his head into his pillow. He was never really around Trunks when he was a baby, so he had never dealt with this before. Bulma always did. He once again picked Bra up and carried her off to the living room.
He wished she'd shut up. Babies were so stupid. They cried at anything. Now Trunk's theory was turning into fact.
*Flashback*
Vegeta: Bulma! Shut that kid up! She's been crying for hours!
Trunks: You know, I think babies cry just because they're bored. Like adults are their slaves. Just lik toys.
*end flashback*
Vegeta sat on the couch and tried to rock Bra. Even if she cried the whole week, Vegeta would never talk baby talk to her the way Bulma did. Stuff like; "Yah, that's mommy's good girl!" and "Oh, is my sweetums okay?" in a deranged high pitched voice.
Bra was slowing down, probably tired of her own howling. But she wasn't ready to stop just yet. She was still trying her best to keep up her fit.
"Waa..." she began weakly.
"No crying" Vegeta ordered.
Bra looked stunned. No one had ever told her that before. She tried another whine.
"No crying" Vegeta replied again. Bra smiled a little and did it again.
"No crying." Vegeta said, almost like he was reminding her.
Bra laughed and did it again. It was a game to her now.
"No crying!" Vegeta laughed. (Oh My God!)
Bra did it loudly and laughed all over.
Vegeta threw her up in the air and caught her, then he was glad he had stayed home with Bra. She did one last little threatning cry.
"No crying." With that, Vegeta planted one big kiss on her forehead.
The End
Like it? Hate it? R&R if you want, it'd make me feel great