Baby Sitting Bra
II.
Vegeta entered the kitchen to find Bra trying unsuccessfully to open a bag of flour. She was making low groans in protest of her strength as she pulled as hard as she could on either side of the bag.
He grinned and took the bag away from her, "Here, I'll get it,"
Bra let him have it, but pouted her lower lip out; ashamed she couldn't open it.
But Vegeta wasn't even paying attention to how much power he put behind opening the bag, and as soon as the bag crumpled open, flour flew everywhere…including on Vegeta and Bra.
Vegeta saw nothing but white while the flour slowly settled into its place on the floor and counter. He looked down to see a pale white Bra smiling widely up at him.
"Good job, Daddy! We've got enough flour here for tons of cookies now!" she complimented, getting a huge bowl from the cabinet beneath the sink and, grabbing a chair for her to reach the top of the counter, scooted the flour off the counter and into the bowl, often missing, making a bigger mess on the floor.
Vegeta didn't bother with it, just threw the empty bag behind him, "Isn't there a certain limit of how much you put in that?" he asked, eyeing down at the one forth filled bowl of flower.
Bra nodded, "Yeah, and this is how much Mommy puts in!"
She put the bowl on the table and skidded over to the refrigerator and opened the heavy door with one hand, peering inside, "AHA!" she exclaimed before she seemed to disappear within the refrigerator.
Vegeta turned back to all the flour, seeing their footprints all over the floor. He shook his head, 'I'll clean it later,' he said to himself.
Bra came back over to the counter, putting down a rectangular piece of butter and a carton of eggs. She unwrapped the butter and dumped it in the bowl, leaving it just sit there like that. She then opened the eggs, seeing nine out of the dozen still in there.
"Just enough!" Bra said, taking out an egg and smacking it on the counter in an attempt to crack it. But she cracked it too hard as it fell out of the shell and fell on the floor, making a plopping noise.
Vegeta and Bra both watched it fall, staring at the unmoving egg before Bra picked up what she could with her hands and dumped it in the bowl that way.
Bra cracked another egg, this time on the side of the bowl. She didn't quite break it in two, though, as the whole egg, shell and all, fell in the bowl.
She peered in, "Oh well, the shell is okay to eat, right?" she asked, not bothering to look up as she tried to remember what else she had to get.
"Eh…right," was all Vegeta could say.
Bra looked around the kitchen, and then her eyes lit up as she skipped over to a high shelf where the salt and brown sugar lay.
She hopped up and down, trying to reach it, "Da-ddy! I can't reach it!" she complained.
Vegeta smirked and walked over, grabbing the two things she wanted. He handed them to her and, without a thank you, walked back over to the bowl. She shook a little salt in.
"There, that should—oops."
Vegeta walked quickly back over to her, "What did you do?"
"Uhh…" Bra looked up at him and then he saw what happened.
While she was pouring the salt, the lid came off, making the whole salt container go empty.
His eyes got wide, "Bra! That is way too much! Even I know that it won't taste good after—."
Vegeta caught himself short as he saw his daughter look down in shame. He softened his eyes.
"It's okay, Bra. Once we mix it all together, I'm sure it'll be fine," he reassured her, 'Why is it that only she can make me feel bad?!' he asked himself.
Bra smiled then giggled, getting the brown sugar now, "You're right, Daddy! My cookies are gonna be great and then our whole kingdom will love us!"
Vegeta only nodded, watching her uncurl the top of the brown sugar bag which, to his relief, was opened already.
But he then wished it wasn't…as Bra turned the bag sideways, which was actually practically upside down…and poured most of the bag in once she saw the mixture in the bowl rise. She set it down to the side. She opened another cabinet, taking out a large spatula. Bra began stirring roughly, trying to get everything together.
"Is that…all there is?" Vegeta asked, hoping beyond hope that it was.
"Nope!" Bra said though, "I'm just mixing it together right now. You wanna do something? Go find where Mommy keeps the chocolate chips at," she told him, still struggling to mix all the ingredients together.
Vegeta grunted at being told what to do, but obeyed anyway. It didn't take him very long to find them, though, as they were right in the refrigerator, too.
As he was walking back over, he saw the water running and Bra putting the spatula under the faucet, throwing water into the bowl before it could all spill back in the sink. But this also made water go all over the floor to join the flour.
"Bra! What are you doing now?!" he asked, looking at the bigger mess.
"Mommy always said you need water with it, even though it sounds stupid. The bowls too heavy to pick up and put under it, so I'll just use the spoon!" Bra explained, finally turning the water off and mixing again.
"Put the chocolate chips in here while I stir, Daddy!" Bra said.
Vegeta opened the bag carefully this time, before putting one single chip in the bowl.
Bra stopped and put her hands on her hips, making her look like Bulma, "You need more than that, ya know!"
He smirked and put another one in there, getting a stern look from Bra.
"Heh…fine," was all Vegeta said before he poured the whole bag of chips in the bowl.
He smiled more when Bra squealed with delight, watching the bowl feel up higher with the yummy ingredient.
Once the whole bag was empty, Vegeta crinkled it up and threw it away, "There. Now is that all?"
Bra giggled and stirred harder, "Yep! Now all we have to do it put this in a cookie sheet and cook them for ten minutes!"
Vegeta nodded, reaching down to grab a pizza pan. Bra saw it, but didn't say anything about it being the wrong sheet. She thought it was the right one, too.
After a few more moments if stirring, she turned the bowl over, letting the liquidy dark tan substance plop down on the pizza pan.
Vegeta made a disgusted look at it, seeing how lumpy it was, but said nothing. He didn't want to hurt Bra's feelings again…he just hoped they'd taste better than they looked.
Once everything was out of the bowl, Bra hopped off her chair and grabbed the pan, "Turn the stove on, Daddy."
"How high?" he asked, looking at the stove and all the numbers on the knob.
"Three-fifty! I remember Mommy told me that!" Bra smiled proudly.
He nodded and, taking the tray from her, put it in the oven and turned the heat to 350.
Bra wiped her hands together, "A job well done, huh Daddy?"
Vegeta smirked down at her and nodded.
"We make a good team, don't we?" she asked, walking closer to him and taking his hand.
"Yes, we do, heh," he agreed before looking around the counter at the mess they made, "how about we make a good team cleaning up, too?"
This only made Bra smile more as she grabbed a rag off the counter, "Okay!"
She got down on her knees and began wiping the floor up, which really only pushed all the flour into one big clump.
Vegeta shook his head as he laid a plastic bag down, letting her throw all the flour into there. Once that was all done, he threw the small bag into the garbage dispenser.
Bra hopped out of the kitchen after. Vegeta followed to see her sitting on the couch, playing with her Barbie's.
He sat down on the opposite end of the couch, just waiting for the cookies to get done. Yet as soon as he got comfortable, Bra crawled over to him, giving him a Ken doll.
"You be Ken and I'll be Barbie!" she said.
Vegeta slowly took the doll with brown hair and looked at it. Ken smiled back at him, which made Vegeta frown. He found that a doll smiling isn't the most comforting thing to just stare at.
Bra had her Barbie doll walk over to Vegeta, "Hello Ken! Do you want to play with me?" Bra asked innocently, in a slightly higher voice than her own.
Vegeta chuckled at this and had his Ken doll stand in front of Barbie, but using his own voice, "Yeah, what do you want to play?"
"I don't know…" she had her Barbie turn from side to side before the doll faced the other doll again, "What do you want to play?"
He grinned and had Ken kiss Barbie, making "mm" sounds.
"AHH!" Barbie screamed. Bra hit Ken with her Barbie, making Ken fly out of Vegeta's hand, landing face first into the carpet.
"Take that!" Bra screamed, having Barbie walk away.
Vegeta couldn't help but laugh at this as he grabbed Bra around the waist and sat her in his lap, hearing her squeal with delight.
"That's my girl…hit those dumb boys away!" Vegeta said, ruffling her hair.
She giggled, "Yeah! Dumb boys! Boys are dumb!"
Vegeta shook his head, but still smiling, gave her a hug, holding her close to him, "I wish you could think that forever, Bra…"
"Huh?" she looked up at him with confusing eyes.
"Heh…never mind," he responded, looking down at his little girl.
Bra smiled back at him before grabbing Barbie again, this time a hairbrush too, and began brushing through Barbie's long blond hair.
Vegeta was contented seeing her content, but after awhile, he noticed the time.
"I think it's time to take the cookies out of the oven, Bra," he said.
That was all it took for her to leap off his lap and run into the kitchen, dropping her Barbie somewhere along the way.
Vegeta followed her into the kitchen, seeing her looking in the oven.
"It's done, Daddy, it's done!" Bra exclaimed, jumping up and down as heat left the oven.
He nodded and took the pizza pan out of the over, not even bothering to wear a hand cover and shut the oven off.
Vegeta put it down on the counter, seeing Bra sniff the air.
"Mm, smells good!" she said, peeking over the counter.
"Yeah…let's see if it tastes good," Vegeta said, scared to take the first bite, unfortunately Bra wasn't.
She grabbed a hand full of the big blob, not noticing how hot it was. She stuffed it into her mouth and Vegeta looked down at her to see her response.
Bra's face twisted from good, to disgusted, then to a look of thought, "Hmm…not bad. Not bad at all."
Vegeta looked into her face to see if she was telling the truth, but once Bra took another stack of the cookie, he decided to try it too.
He dipped his finger through it, then putting it in his mouth, realized that it wasn't the best tasting cookie, but good nonetheless. He smiled down at her, which made her grin from ear to ear and just began stuffing the cookie in her mouth.
Five minutes later, the large cookie was gone. Bra walked out of the kitchen, rubbing her stomach and smiling, "Wow, I'm full!"
"Heh, yeah. But don't tell your mother I let you eat cookies for breakfast. I'd never hear the end of it," Vegeta said firmly.
Bra nodded, "Don't worry, Daddy. I won't tell."
And with that, she began running up the steps, often tripping over herself and falling, but that didn't stop her any.
"Hey, where are you going now?!" Vegeta yelled up at her, walking up the steps.
Bra giggled, "Bet ya can't find me!"
Vegeta smirked, "Hide and seek now, is it? Heh…I'm the master at this game."