Chapter eight: Memories III
I remember this one time there was a storm, it was probably the first storm Bra might remember. That was a good time with you, love...
***FLASHBACK***
*CRACKLE!* Bulma glanced up from her work papers and looked out the window.
"Hmm, Vegeta, It looks like its going to storm" she commented, turning to her husband who was watching WWF smackdown.
"yeah whats your point?" he asked, throwing random items at Booker T. Bulma rolled her eyes and turned the TV off with the remote which she held sacred.
"Hey! what did you do that for? I was trying to watch something!!" Vegeta yelled, jumping up to challenge her.
"Vegeta, why do you watch those silly weaklings fight fake when you can fight the real stuff?" Bulma asked, knowing this would send him on a real ego trip. Vegeta stuck out his chest and smirked.
"You're right, I do fight the real stuff" he bragged. Bulma tried not to bust up laughing as she left the room to check on her 1 1/2 year old daughter. Lightning flashed as she reached Trunks' room. She peaked her head in the door to see Bra sticking random barents and pony tail holders in Trunks' overgrown hair. Bulma giggled.
"And what pray tell, are you two doing?" she asked.
"We aure pwaying hair shop!" Bra said in her adorable little baby talk. Trunks smiled painfully at his mother, eyes watering as Bra pulled yet another chunk of his hair into a pink butterfly clip. Bulma smiled at her son.
"I think i'll let you have an extra piece of desert tonight for putting up with that!"
"Thanks mama" Trunks murmered, head being jerked around by Bra yet again.
"Bra honey, try not to hurt your brother? Please?" Bulma asked, laughing as she nearly toppled him over with the brush, digging it into his head.
"Sowwy mama" Bra apologized, smacking Trunks upside the head with the brush again. Trunks fell flat on his face with a big ol' sweatdrop. Bra jumped back and looked up at her mother. "oopsy" Trunks raised his head, looking slightly disoriented.
"im ok..."
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Later that night, the storm was in ful swing. Trunks and Bra were sound asleep, and Vegeta and Bulma were getting there. Bulma lay her head in the crook of Vegeta's neck, kissing it lightly. Vegeta buried himself in her warmth, and they both drifted off to sleep. They were soon interuppted by a small creak at the door. Bulma slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head. Vegeta was still fast asleep, drooling slightly. Bulma looked out at the door, and saw nothing. She shrugged, and was just about to lay back down when a crash of thunder sounded. In ran Bra, screaming. Vegeta had just bearly woken up when Bra crashlanded into his rock hard chest.
"Mama daddy im scared!" Bra whimpered, trying to hug both her parents at the same time. Bulma took Bra off her extrememly grouchy husband's chest and pulled her into her lap.
"Don't worry honey, its just a little storm. Theres nothing to be scared of" Bulma reasurred her daughter, kissing her forhead.
"I didnt want to wake you up....twunksie yelled at me when i came into his 'woom...so i came into yours..." Bra explained, sticking her thumb in her mouth. Vegeta grumbled and pulled his pillow over his head. Bra observed him and turned to her mother.
"Sorta like daddy" she said. Bulma gave her a tired smile and pulled her daughter under the covers with her, figuring Bra would not want to go back to bed. Sure enough. Bra snuggled in with her parents without argument. Vegeta growled lightly and buried himself further under his pillow.
A few minutes later, a loud crack of thunder echoed, shaking the house. Bra screamed, and Vegeta sat up and scolded her.
"Dammit girl! Hush up!" then Bulma smacked him upside the head with a pillow, not so softly. Then feet were heard running from one end of the house to the other, getting louder as they headed in the direction of the bedroom. A second later, Trunks came barreling in, pouncing on Vegeta.
"AAAAOOOO!!!!" Vegeta yelled, sitting up and covering his...er...reproductive organs---protectivly. Trunks ignored his father and clung to his mama.
"Trunks, i didnt know you were afraid of little storms like this!" Bulma teased, knowing very well Trunks hated storms.
"Well i just wanted to make sure bra was ok ya know..." Trunks said, reddening.
"Wanna sleep with us tonight? We can be one big happy family....well, a big happy family and one grouch" Bulma said, referring to Vegeta, who was still hunched over, cradling his....reproductive organs.
"Okidokey" Trunks agreed, settling in next to bra and Vegeta. Vegeta glared at his son.
"If you drool, kick, snore, talk, or touch me in any way shape or form, i am throwing you out the window" Vegeta told him. Trunks senced the blood-promise in his father's voice, got up, and climbed over bra to sleep next to Bulma, putting Bra next to Vegeta.
"Same goes for you princess" Vegeta said, not so maliciously. Bra giggled and looked down at Vegeta's pillow.
"Daddy, you drooled!" she squealed, giggling happily. Vegeta rolled his eyes and rolled over, back turned to the rest of his family. Bra giggled some more and hugged Trunks tightly from the back, as trunks was wrapped in his mothers arms. As soon as Vegeta sensed his family was asleep, he rolled over, cuddled up to Bra and reached his arm over, stroking Bulma's hair gently. Without opening her eyes, Bulma raised her hand up and grasped his lovingly. She squeezed it lightly, then fell asleep again. Vegeta closed his eyes and smirked faintly, drifting off to sleep.
*************************END FLASHBACK****************************
i can't believe that one year after that you werent here anymore. And you still arent here anymore. And you will never, ever be here anymore. Ok, this lump in my throat is more than i can take i need---------((stops writing))---------
***~Its been awhile
Since i've seen the way the candles light you face
And its been awhile
But i can still remember just the way you taste~***
^^Staind^^
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