Through The Eyes of A Saiyan
Written by Mandy and Jennifer
Chapter 2 - Something's Wrong
Bulma went over to close the bedroom door after Trunks had left. She walked back over to Vegeta, "Those two boys sure do spend a lot of time together."
"Hai, and are decent warriors as well, I suppose." Vegeta agreed and smiled slightly.
Bulma replied, "They sure are. They've proven that many times before."
Suddenly they heard Bra's shrill voice calling from down the hall, "TOUSAN!!!"
Bulma looked towards door with alarm.
Vegeta sighed, "I'll go see what she wants."
Bulma watched him leave then followed.
Bra yelled, 'Tousan!' again while Vegeta walked down the hall towards her room. He got to her closed door and opened it, revealing her sitting in the middle of the floor, yelling for him. Vegeta watched Bra for a moment while she continued shouting. "What do you want?" he questioned with frusteration.
She looked at Vegeta with discontent in her eyes, "I'm hungry daddy. When's dinner? My tummy's making all kinds of funny sounds."
Bulma came up beside Vegeta, "Ok honey, I'll have supper ready in a minute."
Vegeta side-glanced at her, then looked back at Bra.
"Great!" she exclaimed.
Bulma rubbed her hand on Vegeta's back gently, kissed him lightly on the cheek, smiled and walked down the hall.
Vegeta grinned a little and looked down, blushing, slightly embarrassed.
Bra leaped up and rushed over to Vegeta, clinging to his lower left leg.
Vegeta raised his leg up, stretching it outward, while Bra clung to the end with joy.
She looked up at her father with a big smile.
He looked down his leg at his daughter. "Nani??" he asked with a slightly harsh tone.
Bra just replied innocently, "Ai shite imasu, Tousan!" and squeezed his leg tighter.
Vegeta was taken aback and didn't know exactly what to say.
She giggled, let go of his leg, and stood in front of him smiling sweetly. "Carry me Daddy!" she said, while reaching up to him with her tiny hands. "Peeeaaass!" Bra walked over to Vegeta, standing by his feet, and looked straight up at him, "Gimmie a piggyback ride! Peas Tousan!" she begged, reaching up eagerly.
Vegeta smiled a little. "Oh all right." he complied and picked her up. She started giggling excitedly as he set her on his shoulders, letting her legs dangle around his neck.
Bulma heard the two from the kitchen and walked up the stairs quietly. She peered down the hallway to look at them and smiled to herself. "How sweet." She laughed a little while going back down to the kitchen. "You don't see Vegeta like that very often."
"Wheeeeee!!" Bra squealed excitedly. She wrapped her little arms around Vegeta's head and covered his eyes, laughing.
Vegeta put his hand on the wall to his right and extended his left arm outward to feel for anything in front of him. "Bra I can't see where I'm going. Get you hands off my eyes!" he told her with some irritation in his voice.
Bulma looked up from the stove and leaned backward towards the stairs. "You two be careful in there, ok? The last thing I need is more broken furniture. Supper will be done shortly anyway." she hollered.
Vegeta turned his head to face the stairs, although he couldn't see them. "Stop worrying, Bulma! We won't break anything!" he called back down to her.
Bra uncovered Vegeta's eyes and buried her face in his spiky black hair, inhaling deeply. "Your hair smells good, Tousan!"
Vegeta glanced up towards her. "I know. That's because I just washed it." He leaned his head backward to look at her.
Bra looked down at her father and giggled.
He smiled and lifted his head back up to look forward again.
Bulma walked over to the bottom of the stairs. "Ok you two! Supper's done!" she called.
"Ok we're coming!" Vegeta replied.
Bulma went back into the kitchen and washed her hands. She finished setting all the food out and sat down herself, leaning on the table to wait for Vegeta and Bra.
Vegeta started walking down the hall towards the stairs with Bra tugging on his hair playfully. He just ignored it until suddenly she yanked on it considerably harder, causing him to wince from the sudden pain.
"Fly Daddy!! Fly us to the kitchen!" she demanded.
Bulma, hearing them from the table, sighed and closed her eyes. "Please be careful." she pleaded quietly.
Bra continued to tug on Vegeta's hair enthusiastically. "Go fast!!" she exclaimed.
Vegeta stopped walking and grinned. "You want to go fast, ne?" he asked with a mischievous tone while walking backwards down the hall so he'd have more room to fly.
"Hai!!" Bra replied with excitement.
"Hold on then." Vegeta said, reaching the far end of the hallway behind him and stopping.
Bra hooked her ankles around Vegeta's neck and wrapped her arms around the top of his head, gripping her right wrist in her other hand, and prepared for the ride.
Downstairs, Bulma folded her hands under her chin and held her breath while closing her eyes, preparing for the swift entrance of her husband.
Vegeta took off and jetted through the hallway, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. He blurred into sight next to the table by Bulma. A large, yet short, gust of wind from the burst of speed followed shortly after Vegeta appeared, tilting some picture frames and rattling silverware.
Bulma jumped in surprise. "Aaahh!!! Vegeta you scared me!!!" she yelled and hit him as hard as she could on the arm, while clutching her shirt over her heart. She didn't think she would have had that great of a reaction to something she had been expecting. Suddenly, she started breathing a little heavier than normal and began to experience a hot flash as beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She still clutched her chest in pain.
Bra started laughing, "That was so fun!! Do it again Daddy!! Please!!" she begged.
Vegeta didn't acknowledge Bra's pleas; instead, he had his focus set on Bulma with curious, yet concerned eyes. Vegeta thought to himself, "Is there something wrong with her? Why is she so worked up over such a minor scare?" His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by another hard yank on his hair.
"Tousan! Listen to me!" Bra demanded.
Vegeta snapped back to reality and looked up at Bra. "Nani?"
Bra pulled herself forward and hung her head upside down in front of Vegeta's face with a slightly irritated expression. "I want to do it again!"
Bulma leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, struggling to catch her breath, trying, all the while, not to make a scene.
Vegeta slowly lifted Bra off his shoulders and gently placed her on the floor with his eyes, once again, transfixed on Bulma. "Not now Bra." he said softly.
Bulma suddenly pushed her chair back and slowly stood up, leaning on the table, "Excuse me." she muttered weakly and walked past Vegeta and Bra with her hand on her forehead then, rather shakily, walked upstairs heading for the master bedroom.
Vegeta watched Bulma leave, then pulled his chair out with his foot and sat down, leaning on the table. He stared straight ahead with a solemn expression and deep in thought, while Bra stood beside the doorway, looking at her father, with her hands up to her mouth, slightly puzzled and scared.
"Tousan?" Bra whimpered.
Vegeta glanced over at her and noticed a tear slide down her face, which caused him to turn his head to look at her.
"What's wrong with Kaasan?" she asked worriedly.
At hearing this, Vegeta turned in his chair to face Bra, "Come here Bra, it's ok."
She ran over and jumped into his lap.
Vegeta wrapped his arms around her protectively and looked into her eyes, "Now don't worry Bra, your mother is all right, she's just tired."
Meanwhile, up in the master bedroom, Bulma stumbled over to the bed and sat down, clutching her chest in pain and gritting her teeth. Tears began to flow down her cheeks and she whispered to herself between sobs. "This can't be happening…not this soon." She glanced up at the wall and noticed the two pictures of Vegeta and the kids. She studied the first picture, which showed 8 year-old Trunks sitting on Vegeta's shoulder, pulling on a large spike of his hair playfully. Bulma couldn't help but laugh at Vegeta's expression as he slightly winced in pain, yet managed to keep a smile on his face. She then shifted her gaze to the second picture, which was once again of Vegeta, this time holding Bra. She noticed his fatherly expression, while holding his 2 year-old daughter in his arms, and smiled to herself. Bulma's smile faded slowly as she began to feel very faint. She got off the bed and promptly doubled over, while slowly heading for the door, taking in sharp breaths. She got about 3 feet away from the bed and weakly mumbled, "Ve…geta." before collapsing on the floor.
Written by Mandy and Jennifer
Chapter 2 - Something's Wrong
Bulma went over to close the bedroom door after Trunks had left. She walked back over to Vegeta, "Those two boys sure do spend a lot of time together."
"Hai, and are decent warriors as well, I suppose." Vegeta agreed and smiled slightly.
Bulma replied, "They sure are. They've proven that many times before."
Suddenly they heard Bra's shrill voice calling from down the hall, "TOUSAN!!!"
Bulma looked towards door with alarm.
Vegeta sighed, "I'll go see what she wants."
Bulma watched him leave then followed.
Bra yelled, 'Tousan!' again while Vegeta walked down the hall towards her room. He got to her closed door and opened it, revealing her sitting in the middle of the floor, yelling for him. Vegeta watched Bra for a moment while she continued shouting. "What do you want?" he questioned with frusteration.
She looked at Vegeta with discontent in her eyes, "I'm hungry daddy. When's dinner? My tummy's making all kinds of funny sounds."
Bulma came up beside Vegeta, "Ok honey, I'll have supper ready in a minute."
Vegeta side-glanced at her, then looked back at Bra.
"Great!" she exclaimed.
Bulma rubbed her hand on Vegeta's back gently, kissed him lightly on the cheek, smiled and walked down the hall.
Vegeta grinned a little and looked down, blushing, slightly embarrassed.
Bra leaped up and rushed over to Vegeta, clinging to his lower left leg.
Vegeta raised his leg up, stretching it outward, while Bra clung to the end with joy.
She looked up at her father with a big smile.
He looked down his leg at his daughter. "Nani??" he asked with a slightly harsh tone.
Bra just replied innocently, "Ai shite imasu, Tousan!" and squeezed his leg tighter.
Vegeta was taken aback and didn't know exactly what to say.
She giggled, let go of his leg, and stood in front of him smiling sweetly. "Carry me Daddy!" she said, while reaching up to him with her tiny hands. "Peeeaaass!" Bra walked over to Vegeta, standing by his feet, and looked straight up at him, "Gimmie a piggyback ride! Peas Tousan!" she begged, reaching up eagerly.
Vegeta smiled a little. "Oh all right." he complied and picked her up. She started giggling excitedly as he set her on his shoulders, letting her legs dangle around his neck.
Bulma heard the two from the kitchen and walked up the stairs quietly. She peered down the hallway to look at them and smiled to herself. "How sweet." She laughed a little while going back down to the kitchen. "You don't see Vegeta like that very often."
"Wheeeeee!!" Bra squealed excitedly. She wrapped her little arms around Vegeta's head and covered his eyes, laughing.
Vegeta put his hand on the wall to his right and extended his left arm outward to feel for anything in front of him. "Bra I can't see where I'm going. Get you hands off my eyes!" he told her with some irritation in his voice.
Bulma looked up from the stove and leaned backward towards the stairs. "You two be careful in there, ok? The last thing I need is more broken furniture. Supper will be done shortly anyway." she hollered.
Vegeta turned his head to face the stairs, although he couldn't see them. "Stop worrying, Bulma! We won't break anything!" he called back down to her.
Bra uncovered Vegeta's eyes and buried her face in his spiky black hair, inhaling deeply. "Your hair smells good, Tousan!"
Vegeta glanced up towards her. "I know. That's because I just washed it." He leaned his head backward to look at her.
Bra looked down at her father and giggled.
He smiled and lifted his head back up to look forward again.
Bulma walked over to the bottom of the stairs. "Ok you two! Supper's done!" she called.
"Ok we're coming!" Vegeta replied.
Bulma went back into the kitchen and washed her hands. She finished setting all the food out and sat down herself, leaning on the table to wait for Vegeta and Bra.
Vegeta started walking down the hall towards the stairs with Bra tugging on his hair playfully. He just ignored it until suddenly she yanked on it considerably harder, causing him to wince from the sudden pain.
"Fly Daddy!! Fly us to the kitchen!" she demanded.
Bulma, hearing them from the table, sighed and closed her eyes. "Please be careful." she pleaded quietly.
Bra continued to tug on Vegeta's hair enthusiastically. "Go fast!!" she exclaimed.
Vegeta stopped walking and grinned. "You want to go fast, ne?" he asked with a mischievous tone while walking backwards down the hall so he'd have more room to fly.
"Hai!!" Bra replied with excitement.
"Hold on then." Vegeta said, reaching the far end of the hallway behind him and stopping.
Bra hooked her ankles around Vegeta's neck and wrapped her arms around the top of his head, gripping her right wrist in her other hand, and prepared for the ride.
Downstairs, Bulma folded her hands under her chin and held her breath while closing her eyes, preparing for the swift entrance of her husband.
Vegeta took off and jetted through the hallway, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. He blurred into sight next to the table by Bulma. A large, yet short, gust of wind from the burst of speed followed shortly after Vegeta appeared, tilting some picture frames and rattling silverware.
Bulma jumped in surprise. "Aaahh!!! Vegeta you scared me!!!" she yelled and hit him as hard as she could on the arm, while clutching her shirt over her heart. She didn't think she would have had that great of a reaction to something she had been expecting. Suddenly, she started breathing a little heavier than normal and began to experience a hot flash as beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She still clutched her chest in pain.
Bra started laughing, "That was so fun!! Do it again Daddy!! Please!!" she begged.
Vegeta didn't acknowledge Bra's pleas; instead, he had his focus set on Bulma with curious, yet concerned eyes. Vegeta thought to himself, "Is there something wrong with her? Why is she so worked up over such a minor scare?" His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by another hard yank on his hair.
"Tousan! Listen to me!" Bra demanded.
Vegeta snapped back to reality and looked up at Bra. "Nani?"
Bra pulled herself forward and hung her head upside down in front of Vegeta's face with a slightly irritated expression. "I want to do it again!"
Bulma leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, struggling to catch her breath, trying, all the while, not to make a scene.
Vegeta slowly lifted Bra off his shoulders and gently placed her on the floor with his eyes, once again, transfixed on Bulma. "Not now Bra." he said softly.
Bulma suddenly pushed her chair back and slowly stood up, leaning on the table, "Excuse me." she muttered weakly and walked past Vegeta and Bra with her hand on her forehead then, rather shakily, walked upstairs heading for the master bedroom.
Vegeta watched Bulma leave, then pulled his chair out with his foot and sat down, leaning on the table. He stared straight ahead with a solemn expression and deep in thought, while Bra stood beside the doorway, looking at her father, with her hands up to her mouth, slightly puzzled and scared.
"Tousan?" Bra whimpered.
Vegeta glanced over at her and noticed a tear slide down her face, which caused him to turn his head to look at her.
"What's wrong with Kaasan?" she asked worriedly.
At hearing this, Vegeta turned in his chair to face Bra, "Come here Bra, it's ok."
She ran over and jumped into his lap.
Vegeta wrapped his arms around her protectively and looked into her eyes, "Now don't worry Bra, your mother is all right, she's just tired."
Meanwhile, up in the master bedroom, Bulma stumbled over to the bed and sat down, clutching her chest in pain and gritting her teeth. Tears began to flow down her cheeks and she whispered to herself between sobs. "This can't be happening…not this soon." She glanced up at the wall and noticed the two pictures of Vegeta and the kids. She studied the first picture, which showed 8 year-old Trunks sitting on Vegeta's shoulder, pulling on a large spike of his hair playfully. Bulma couldn't help but laugh at Vegeta's expression as he slightly winced in pain, yet managed to keep a smile on his face. She then shifted her gaze to the second picture, which was once again of Vegeta, this time holding Bra. She noticed his fatherly expression, while holding his 2 year-old daughter in his arms, and smiled to herself. Bulma's smile faded slowly as she began to feel very faint. She got off the bed and promptly doubled over, while slowly heading for the door, taking in sharp breaths. She got about 3 feet away from the bed and weakly mumbled, "Ve…geta." before collapsing on the floor.