A/N: Hello! This is my first DBZ fic! Just a drabble, but I hope you like it! Thanks for looking!!!! (loves)
PS I don't own DBZ. What a pity...
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"Papa, I'm scared! Can I sleep with you?"
Vegeta sat up and rubbed his eyes. Not again! There in his doorway stood his youngest, hugging the wall, her eyes flooded with tears that were about to spill. Outside the wind was blowing and lightening was flashing across the sky; another storm. He knew she hated storms.
"What do you want, girl? It's late, you should be in bed," Vegeta growled as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and gave his daughter a stern look. She trembled as another bolt of lightening flashed across the sky. She couldn't decide what was scarier, the storm or the look her father gave her. A crash of thunder followed quickly behind and sent Bra flying into her father's chest. She'd risk the latter. Vegeta fell back against the mattress with the sudden impact. Bra squeezed her eyes shut and trembled.
Sighing, Vegeta wrapped his arms around the little body and pulled himself up against the head board. Bulma was gone again, another conference. She wouldn't be back until tomorrow and that meant he had to deal with the girl.
"It's only a storm, Bra, it can't hurt you, you have nothing to be scared of," Vegeta said soothingly as he slowly stroked the soft blue hair atop her head. Bra sniffed.
"But why is it so loud?" she asked as she snuggled into his chest. Her father was always so warm. Usually he was cold and distant to her, but whenever mother was away, he was completely different. She always looked for an excuse to stay with her father. He always told the best stories and sometimes he would let her sleep with him. When mother returned he would act as if nothing had happened, but Bra knew better.
"Have I ever told you about the time your grandfather, the king of all Saiyans, single handedly defeated the Ryclads of Droyar?" he asked softly as Bra curled up next to him.
"No, how did he do it?" she asked eagerly looking up at his face, her bright blue eyes lit with anticipation. Vegeta smirked. She looked just like her mother. As the storm continued to rage outside, he quietly relayed the long lost story from memory. Of course Bra had heard it before but she loved her father's stories, no matter how many times he told them. Soon, she felt her eyelids grow heavy as her father's words echoed in her ears.
After a few minutes Vegeta paused and looked down to find Bra fast asleep. Slowly, Vegeta slid down onto his pillow and pulled the blankets up around them. Bra shifted in her sleep and he paused as she rolled over and hugged his head in her little arms.
"I love you, Daddy," she mumbled in her dreams. In the darkness Vegeta allowed a rare smile of affection to paint his lips. "You are my child," he whispered back his arms wrapped protectively around her. "I love you too."