A/N: I'm finally writing a Vegeta and Bra piece! I've been wanting to for forever - these two are just too cute! Enjoy!
Little Pink Sneakers
Vegeta frowned at the sight before him. Why did she insist on wearing these ridiculous looking sneakers? He remembered when Bulma even added the rhinestones to them, as if being pink wasn't bad enough. He wanted his daughter to be strong and prideful and not interested in such frivolous things like all of these Earthlings were.
But of course, much to his chagrin, Bra absolutely loved these shoes.
He focused his attention back to his young daughter, who was tapping her foot impatiently - said shoes on but laces untied. "Come on, Daddy! Hurry up and tie them - we're going to be late!"
Why she couldn't tie her own shoes yet was beyond him. Bulma assured him it was normal, and she would learn soon enough. However, he was convinced that this problem could be solved if everyone simply stopped tying them for her, but one look at her determined face told him to not push this issue today. She really was just like her mother.
"Fine." Sighing in defeat, he kneeled down and began tying the laces on one of her shoes. As he moved to her other one, he felt Bra gently hold onto him for support, and her fragility dawned on him, as it had many times before since she had been born. She needed him and not just for protection but for even the most seemingly insignificant things, like tying shoe laces. He always thought of her - no, he wanted to think of her - as no different from any Saiyan female. But as time went by, he realized his daughter was much more human than Saiyan.
"There," he said as he finished. He glanced up at her to see her now smiling face.
"Thanks, Daddy!" she said cheerfully. She threw her small arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Vegeta felt a small smile tugging at his lips, but he tried his best to keep it away as he stood up and began to lead the way out of Bra's bedroom. Bra raced after him and began walking alongside him.
Vegeta had always thought that he wanted his daughter to be independent and self-reliant, just like all Saiyans were, just like even Trunks had been and still was for the most part. But as he felt her small fist wrap around his pinky finger as they walked, he realized that he wouldn't have her any other way. She was his little princess, and if she needed him, then he would be there.
Besides, he needed her, too.
A/N: Pretty short, I know, but oh well. I just love Vegeta and Bra's relationship, and I can't wait to write more little scenes like this later. :) Thanks for reading, please review!