Bra's Bedtime Story

CHAPTER TWO

A/N

Just a real quick note, I will more than likely write mom as mum because I am British. Sadly I am, anyways.. Sorry for interrupting, hope you enjoy!


Trunks seized the opportunity and made a break for his bedroom, darting around the corner of the landing and sprinting down the hall, the purple haired teenager slammed the door and quickly turned the key in the lock.

His mother would try and find him; he had deliberately gone against her word and attended the first class nightclub with Goten and his other friends. As he flopped down onto his squashy waterbed he hoped it was going more smoothly for his best friend…

All the way from his room he heard his fathers angry shouts, plus some nicely chosen curse words.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled his cell phone out of his trouser pocket to send a message to Goten, Chichi was even more strict than Bulma; if the two would ever unite it would be a force to be reckoned with. He could only guess Goten was now tucked up sound asleep in bed.

Vegeta dropped his little daughter onto her bright pink bed, where she landed flat on her butt.

"Vegeta! Be nice." Bulma warned as she excited the room and went to finish making Bra's hot chocolate, Trunks would be taught a lesson later on when Bra had settled down.

"Nice! I get fucking woken up at whatever fucksaking time this is, and I'm told to be nice." Vegeta yelled sarcastically as he angrily glared down to his youngest child.

Bra looked up to her furious daddy and gave him the cutest eyes she could manage, the little four year old pouted her bottom lip, something Vegeta dreaded; whenever she did that he couldn't resist giving her what she wanted.

Luckily a talent his son had never picked up upon, mumbling to himself that Bulma was to have no more brats, he pulled the covers for Bra to crawl under.

"Its time for bed Bra."

"But daddyyy…."

"Bed."

Bra stubbornly crossed her arms just as her father, and pouted. "No, I'm not sleeping until I get a bedtime story."

Vegeta looked on in admiration, Bra truly had the temperament of a Sayan princess, and she sure knew how to hold her ground. Or maybe she got it off her mother's side…

"I'll call your mother to read you one just as soon as I get back into bed."

"NO DADDY! You can read me one."

Vegeta suddenly blushed; no way how much he loved his little girl was he going to be caught dead reading a dumb story to her.

Bulma would never let him live it down.

"I cant Brat, I cant read." He lied, as he paused considering what he'd just said.

"Don't lie, mummy taught you how to read, besides I don't wanna know a fairytale from a book. Just tell me a story."

Vegeta paused again, great what had he gotten himself into?

"I promise I will tell you a story in the morning. I need sleep first daddies exhausted, I've been training loads today."

He smirked thinking Bra had given up.

"So daddy what does horny mean?"

Vegeta was caught off guard this time, how did his innocent little flower know that horrid evil word?

… "TRUNKS!"

Bulma lifted her head up towards the ceiling and smiled, Trunks had obviously annoyed his father somehow, and he didn't sound pleased whatsoever.

She poured the remnants of the three hot chocolates, and carried them over to the coffee machine, on her way grabbing the pot of marshmallows from the cupboard. Smiling slightly her daughter had obviously found them, only five were remaining from several hundred.

"Boy I demand to know what you've been saying around Bra." Vegeta declared angrily, as he folded his arms and mimicked his daughter, Trunks had indeed came running into his baby sisters room upon hearing his fathers tone of voice, he thought perhaps it was to do with the condom he'd placed over 'Bertie the Bears' head.

Trunks edged slowly into the doorway and stared down to the mini Bulma,

"What have I supposedly said around Bra?" He said puzzled, he hadn't been in for most of the day let alone spoken to his sister.

Vegeta pulled Trunks closer to him,

"She just asked me what horny means. Supposing it must be you or your retarded friend Goten who was discussing it." Vegeta said dryly into Trunks' ear.

"What! I HAVE SAID NO SUCH THING!" Trunks yelled suddenly, the outburst caused Vegeta to jump back quickly, his ears were much more sensitive to loud noises.

"THEN ITS KAKKOROTS PEASANT CHILD." Vegeta yelled back, both stepped closer to each other like lions in a den fighting for a piece of meat.

Bra stood up on her bed and held her hand over her ears.

"DADDYYYYY!"

Both were too busy glaring at each other, that neither noticed the pleading little Sayan princess.

Bulma screamed up the stairs.

"TRUNKS GET YOUR DRUNKEN ASS IN BED NOW, I'LL DEAL WITH YOU LATER. VEGETA SHUT YOUR OVERSIZED GOB UP!"

Vegeta heard his wife's shouts from down three flights of stairs to the pathetically pink bedroom; her voice was so damned loud this time in the morning.

"I'll deal with you later too" Vegeta said coldly glaring at his eldest child. " Now listen to your mother before she gives me earache"

Trunks hastily exited the room without another word, his mother was already in a foul mood by the looks of things, puzzled he tried to work out if maybe Bra had overheard one of his phone conversations, sweat dropping he once again sprinted to the sanctuary he called his bedroom.

"Daddy, I tried to tell you something." Bra pouted angrily, one thing the little blue haired girl hated was being ignored, something she inherited from both sides of the family.

"What's that princess?" Vegeta said sighing, the night was really turning into a late one, maybe it was because already it was the early hours of the morning and he'd gotten very little sleep.

"It wasn't Trunks who said horny. It was mummy."

Vegeta froze, then a smirk formed across his lips. "Mummy really said that? And what else did she say. Was it about daddy?"

Bra nodded her head excitedly, her long blue hair bobbing up and down. "YES! YES! YES! She said you were a horny son of a bitch."

Vegeta blushed slightly then cursed himself mentally again; for his stupidity. It didn't even cross his mind to apologise to Trunks.

"Don't say that anymore princess, thankyou for telling me it was most… useful."

"Okay daddy! Can you tell me a bedtime story now?" Bra pleaded, smiling so innocently and giving him her best puppydog eyes, something else she had inherited off her mother. Whenever Bulma wished the Sayan prince to do something he didn't want to do, she'd put on those exact same eyes. It really pissed Vegeta off that he just couldn't say no.

Taking a deep breath, Vegeta sighed then went to close the door; if he was going to be forced to stoop to these new levels he'd ensure Trunks never heard a word. He only hoped Bulma stayed downstairs, or if she had any common sense went back into the middle of the queen size bed as he would in the same situation.

Stepping over several cuddly toys, then moving around a life-size pink unicorn stuffed toy. Vegeta made his way back over to little Bra.

"So you want a story…" he mused to himself, he was struggling to think of the tales in which is father used to tell him when he was her age before being given to Freeza.

"Yes daddy, a really good long story! Not like the boring old rubbish grandma reads me."

Vegeta was pondering on the thought, he could tell her his journey to become a Super Sayan. Trunks always loved that as a kid. Thinking twice as he sat himself down on the bed he decided Bra wouldn't appreciate the gore and violence, not to mention the upsetting parts of the story that Bulma had him sleep on the sofa for telling Trunks.

Deciding that was definitely was not the best option, and he didn't feel in the mood to be summoned to the dreaded sofa, he continued to ponder on what lie he could tell his little girl.

That's all it was, a lie. If he was going to be forced to make up a story about pink fluffy horses and bright rainbows, and little chirping birds it would have to be a lie and a very well written lie at that.

The world wasn't like that; in fact none of the planets Vegeta had ever visited (and destroyed) in his lifetime had been so ridiculously pleasant. Most were torn apart by war, or famine others destroyed by greedy occupants sapping up the resources and slaughtering and wiping out other creatures. Like Earth.

Bulma hadn't even the guts to tell Bra that the white tiger she saw at the zoo the other day was endangered, she informed Vegeta after he had tried to climb into the pen and retrieve it for his daughter, who wanted to keep it as a pet.

Apparently all of the beautiful white cats like those had been hunted to extinction for fur and now they only lived in little cages behind metal bars.

It made Vegeta think that maybe the humans were more like Sayans than he originally thought.

"So grandma reads rubbish huh?" Vegeta said slightly interested, as he interrupted his thoughts of white tigers; he never thought the lady was any good at lying. Neither was her boring grey haired geeky husband.

Bra nodded her head, "Yeah she just sends me right to sleep she is soooo boring sometimes."

Vegeta smirked, he always believed the meaning of a bedtime story was to help send the child into a sleep, not keep them awake out of excitement, if that was the case he would just allow her to drink that sugary red bull caffeine beverage he drank whilst training.

"So what kind of story do you want me to tell…"

Bra happily bounced onto her fathers lap, and snuggled closer until she was laying her head onto his chest. Vegeta was surprised he hadn't expected it to be this… close.

He had never been good with moments in the company of his kids like this, Trunks he'd been terrible with, until he was able to train him and then slowly they grew closer.

Conversely the proud Sayan prince had to admit, he'd found it much easier bonding with his daughter maybe as he'd had a few more years to adjust to Earth and get used to having a family. Something in his wildest dreams he thought he'd never have after the destruction of Vegetasei and the cold wrath of Freeza.

His father would be proud he was positive of it. The orphaned prince had the youngest ever Super Sayan for a son, and the most beautiful girl for a daughter. She wasn't much of a fighter but Vegeta allowed her to slack in training; he would prefer to spoil her with gifts and attention; protecting her if anything dangerous or nasty came along.

She could perform some ki attacks already and had learnt to fly, but other than that the little girls interest in fighting was similar to that of her mothers.

"I want a really nice long story, not a scary one though daddy I don't want bad dreams."

Bulma peeked her head around the door she'd gently pushed open, and to her surprise saw her husband sitting on the bed, his daughter cuddled up in his lap.

She smiled to herself before making her presence known, not wanting to spoil the moment.

"Honey I bought your hot chocolate, I figured morning was still a while off." Bulma smiled as she placed the tray down upon the little round table.

"Watch my paintings on their mummy!" Bra warned, raising an eyebrow.

Vegeta just blushed, as Bulma began to smirk teasingly towards him. She really resembled him at that moment in time.

"Daddies going to tell me a bedtime story!" Bra said happily, as she looked up into her fathers face, he had gone a funny pinkie shade.

"Well daddy knows what bedtime story he isn't allowed to tell this time." Bulma said warningly as the smirk quickly disappeared and turned to a frown.

Vegeta scowled, then decided to turn the tables on his wife. "Your daughter wants to know what H O R N Y is." He spelled out arrogantly; Bra gleamed remembering her word from earlier.

"What's horny?"

Bulma's eyes went wide in shock, her daughter now knew this word provoked quite a reaction with all the members of her family, not even her father said it. No doubt it was to become a nice new curse word to add to her vocabulary, not good for her pre-school teacher Bulma was sure…

Vegeta began to chuckle, enjoying watching Bulma squirm. "You were talking about me presumably?"

"Stop it! Bra darling why are you still up?" Bulma asked quickly changing the subject.

"I told you earlier she probably heard your shouts of pleasure."

"Vegeta…"

"Daddies right mummy, I heard you two making lots of noise, and I couldn't hear my DVD very well so I turned it up."

Both parents looked at each other, then Bulma cleared her throat. Vegeta casually looked in the other direction and tried to look innocent it didn't look right at all.

"I'm going to be heading back to bed now, Vegeta I'll keep the middle of the bed warm for you. Bra don't be up too late, its gone two already."

With that she rushed out of the room, leaving Vegeta feeling rather awkward, turns out his wife hadn't stayed downstairs after all, he knew she was going to mock him later for the sentimental moment. Thinking of methods to shut her big mouth, he smiled as the night's sex came flooding back to his mind; it took all his power to prevent himself from growing hard through his black shorts.

Bra sadly brought him back to reality.

"Come on dad, I'm waiting! STORY STORY STORY"

"Shhhhh Okay princess… storytime… let me think of a nice one."

"Remember not a scary one!"

"No not a scary one, daddy promises."

"Okay daddy I love you."

Vegeta blushed again, he wasn't expecting that.

"You must promise not to mention this to your brother or anybody else, what's said in this room stays in this room okay?" Vegeta stated promptly, just setting the rules out to the four-year-old demi Sayan.

"You bet daddy! You think my hot chocolate is cold enough yet?"

Vegeta gently leaned forward, Bra still curled up in his lap, he had to admit; he was enjoying the cuddle between daughter and father. He dipped his finger in the one he presumed his, it was in his favourite mug also the biggest in the house.

"Its still a bit too warm."

"Daddy promise me you'll never let anything bad happen to me or the Earth like Buu."

Vegeta was quite surprised; "You know I would protect all of you with my life. I'm the strongest being in the whole universe."

"Good, I was just a little scared Pann was telling me about when her daddy was fighting Majjin Buu when he was littler."

"Bra my princes, I would kill anyone that even slightly upsets you, I thought you knew that."

"I do, but I was just scared… Buu sounded so mean, and she said about a lizard called Freeza Gohan said he was even more horrid than Buu…"

Vegeta couldn't contain himself as he let out a feral growl, just hearing the name Freeza sent his blood cold; his daughter would never ever lead a life like he had, he'd only been a couple of years older when he'd been given to the lizard to protect his planet. Forced to work in turn for training and sparing his life.

What business did that nerd Gohan have to tell his kid stories like that and then allow her to scare his own child.

"Listen Bra. Daddy is much more stronger now, and so is Trunks, never ever will I let anything hurt you."

Bra curled up even closer, her dad was wearing no t-shirt or vest but just his shorts and he felt so warm and cosy. She felt nothing could hurt her as she gently closed her eyes and allowed her dad to stroke her hair.

"Where's my story daddy? I'm getting sleepy."

"Okay princess, now where do I begin…?" Vegeta pondered as he wrapped his arms around his gorgeous little girl. She almost purred as she allowed him to think of a story.

Bulma clambered into the soft spongy warm bed, eagerly she pulled the fur blanket over her half naked body; it wasn't real fur just a really expensive faux material; never would Bulma condone killing an animal for its fur even if she was the richest person on the planet.

She could understand why her husband loved to steal this spot; it was definitely the most comfortable part of the bed she sunk several inches further into the mattress and gave a happy sigh. She was going to put up a good fight for this place more often. Yelling at Trunks could wait until the morning…

Trunks allowed himself to sink back into the squashy heated waterbed, he was surprised his mother hadn't came back to yell at him some more; glancing over to the digital clock he sighed only a few more hours and he'd be forced to go back into work, into the most boring office in the world, to do the most boring work ever. Sometimes he wished he'd never become the heir to the most successful corporation on the planet.

Reminiscing back to how many cocktails he had downed at the club, he grimaced. Work was indeed going to be a headache; he hadn't felt this drunk in a long time.

Goten was sound asleep, his mother hadn't even noticed he'd been missing; most of the night she had spent talking on the phone to Gohan and Pann. The ironing was now complete waiting for her youngest son to collect it and place it in the drawers- or in his case leave it on the bedroom floor. Plus all the kitchen and lounge had been spring-cleaned for the second time that fortnight.

Goten had snuck back into the house using his door key, and was now sound asleep still in the clothes he'd been partying in, the smell of booze and women's perfume lingered throughout the newly cleaned house.

His mother didn't know he'd escaped yet, but the moment she woke up it was ninety eight percent chance she did.


Disclaimer: Hi all! I want to say a massive thanks to everybody that took the time to review the first chapter! THANKYOUUU

Sorry it's taken so long to update (I give you full permission to kick my butt and pull my hair) I hope it was worth the wait…

Well I hope you enjoyed chapter two, the next being the actual bedtime story… hmm wander what kind of bedtime tale Princeys gonna tell his little princess? You'll have to read and review to find out :-P

Well I better be going! Thanks again for reading and reviewing you are all such stars and are so nice!

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