The Pretty Girl in the Polka dot dress.

He didn't do the same mistake he did when his oldest came to this world. This time, Vegeta stood beside Bulma until he was kicked out by said woman for scaring the doctors. Which man would like for another to 'touch' his woman.

After few hours of being send to the waiting room, his mother in-law walked up to with her undying smile. She didn't had to say anything to let the man know that they were waiting for him. Being careful not to wake up his brat, that fall asleep leaning against him, he go up from his chair. Bunny took his sit, and place Trunks' head on her lap. With a last glare full of regreat, to his boy Vegeta walked to see his new born.

Bulma looked exhausted, her hair was a mess and under her blue and tired eyes, were big black bags. But for the Saiyan, she never looked better. In her slim arms was Bra, her eyes big and blue were open, looking at him.

He hated being there.

He hated the battle of feelings inside of him.

He hated he couldn't bring himself to reach up to neither of them to kiss them. The oldest for giving him his legacy, that's how he called them. He was still too proud to say the 'best thing he ever happend to him'. Nor he welcome to this world his new pride. And tell her how much he waited to this day to come. Again, his denm pride didn't allowed him too. In addition, his guilt of no be there when Trunks was born hitted him hard on his chest.

Inside him was the turelim of if was fair to the boy to show the new baby affections he didn't show towards him. But it was also unfair to the girls if he didn't. He hated those feeling. However, the thought of not having them close was what he hated the most.

Vegeta rised an eyebrow on disgust.

"What?" asked him the irritated woman. "Why are you making that face? It's that bad for her to look like me?"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Stop with the ridiculous assumption. Why did you let Blondie to put that thing on her?"

After Bra was given to her mother after the doctors checked her, Bunny took her granddaughter and put her a pink dress with tiny white polka dots all over it. The woman sew it together herself. She didn't even forgot the opening for her tail. Which was curl around her mommy's arm.

"You mean the dress, what's wrong with it?"

"It's pink." He said with a wrinkle in his nose. He left out the part that the design made him dizzy, the Prince of all Saiyans do not get dizzy.

"Well, you better get used to it. Because she's going to be wearing it a lot." Then she turn to her baby. "Because, we girls like lots of pink, don't we Bra?" she cued, and caresses the top of her nose.

As the time passed, the black haired man got used to his girl to wear pink. What he didn't got used was the polka pattern in most of her clothing. The circles still drove him crazy. No matter the sides. Small, medium or big. He hated them.

His delight was the superior intelligence that his offsprings. But he did not appreciate that they got what they wanted. And what his five month old baby wanted was to wear peach color dress with mint green polka dots all over it. He tried to put on her a plane pink dress. But no. She wanted to wear that ugly dress. He surpassed the urged to puke. For sure this would be the last time he was going get stuck babysitting. He could alway get the boy to do it.

As the time passed, it was indisputable that Bra Briefs love polka dots. Small, medium, or big she loved them. And she loved them the most on her dresses.

"There she goes. The pretty girl in the polka dot dress." Her grandpa once said and the rest of her family and friends called her like ever since.

The blue haired girl fascination for dots and circle grew even more when at three. Right after she saw for the first time what she thought to be the most beautiful thing she ever seen.

"What's that?" She asked with awe, big blue eyes upon the creature that was resting in her mother's roses.

"That's a lady bug." Bulma said as she reached the little insect and scooped it out of the soft petal. "If you catch one, you can make a wish on her."

The family of four were having tea under the gazebo near the Rose bushes.

Bra opened her hand to receive the polka dotted bug with a big smile in her face. The ladybug walked over her small palm, sending her a ticklish sensation. Not before Bra made her wish, which was to eat lots of candies, her new friend flew away.

Her lips started to quiver, indicating that she was about to let her tears shed. "She's taking your wish to the wish fairy." Bulma craftily said to prevent the cry. And Vegeta rolled his eyes at the idiotic tale.

Two weeks after that, the Saiyan princess' room was decorated as if was a giant garden. Big flower painted on her wall. On them beautiful red and black lady bugs. Her bed was covered in stuffed animal.. ehh. Stuffed bugs, lady bugs. And a couple of pillow pets with the same shape.

Vegeta almost blew the place out.

At age seven, her obsession for dots and circle descended. Her room now was in soft shade of pink. Her dresses were adorned with other kind of patterns. And Vegeta was glad for it, even tho, he knew the polka dots would be always her favorite ones.

As she grew up, Vegeta was happier to note that the circles in his child clothing were minimal. At her pre-teen stage, Bra stopped wearing polka dot dresses. Instead, he circular shapes were stamped on her stockings, headbands, purses and other accessories. She would wear from time to time shirts and skirts with them.

When he thought that his daughter was cured of such addition for circles, and found out how wrong he was, he almost got a heart attack. And his old murder self almost made it up to the superfice.

For her eighteenth birthday, Bra hosted a pool party at her luxurious mansion. All her friends from school were invited. Including males.

Males that ran their eyes on his precious little girl's body, like she was piece of meat. At that moment and at that place Vegeta, the prince of all Saiyan couldn't never hate polka dots like he did now. Bra was wearing a, not hard to guess, a white and black polka dots bikini. The two piece swim suit didn't cover much. Now he wished she would had on a long dress.

Goku and Goten had to take both Vegeta and Trunks away from the party before they kill someone, when the teen walked by them. A red and big marked palm was on her uncovered semi-tanned bottom.

The years passed. Now his baby girls was no longer a baby. Now she was a full grown woman of twenty five years old. She was wearing a dress today. He was wishing for her to be wearing the pink with tiny white polka dots over it. Just like the one she had when he saw her for the first time. He would love to go back to that day.

He hated the the long white satin gown Bra was in.

He wanted her to wear a cotton fabric with circles on it on her hear not a piece of tulle.

Vegeta wanted the hem of long polka dots stockings on her tights, not the elastic liga.

He wanted Bra to be grasping a ladybug and make a wish, not those white and plain white flower with no orbs on them.

He wanted to go back on time and not kill that red creature when it crawled up his arm, but wish on her for his baby girl to stay his baby girl forever.

He didn't want the beautiful woman in the bridal gown.

He wanted the 'Pretty girl in the polka dot dress.'

A/N: I work at a restaurant, the other day a costumer said to the a baby girl that was wearing a polka dot dress, There it goes the pretty girl in the polka dot dress, and I thought it sounded like the tittle for a song. I don't write songs, I write fic, so i had to do something with it.

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