Baby Sitting Bra

III.

Vegeta climbed the steps, often hearing Bra's slight giggle as she "hid" from one place to another. Once he reached the top, he saw blue hair fly into his room, soft thudding heard from within.

He smirked again, and went to an empty closet, opening it slightly and peeking in, pretending he didn't know where she was.

"Bra? You in here…guess not," he closed the door silently, going down the hall a little, before opening a guest bedroom, "Bra?"

From hearing him call her name, she giggled again from two doors down.

Vegeta look up and shut the door, "I heard something from…" he hopped in the doorway, looking in to the slightly lit room from the window, "in here!" he finished.

He saw the bed covers move from the bottom and two little hands crawl underneath the bed more. He walked across the room and into the connecting bathroom. A loud click went off as he flipped the light switch on, eliminating the room. Every place he looked—which included the bathtub, the sink, the clothes hamper, and the toilet—he said out loud to let Bra know that he wasn't even close to her hiding spot. And every time he did, she laughed.

After so long in the bathroom, he clicked the light back off and walked back into the bedroom.

"Now where can she be?" he asked himself out loud, opening dresser drawers.

Bra managed to keep quiet enough by pressing her hands to her mouth firmly to lighten her noises.

Vegeta sighed, "Guess she's not in here."

He walked out of the room and down the hall loudly, letting Bra know that he left the room. He opened a squeaky door, having it bang against the wall as it flew open all the way. Quickly, he levitated back to his bedroom and lowered himself to the side of the doorway, being as quiet as possible.

And sure enough, his little trick worked as he heard Bra struggling to get out from under the bed. She was pulling herself up with her hands, making a soft swoosh sound from her pink dress rubbing up against the thick carpet. Then a loud thud was heard, followed by a moan.

"Ow, my head!" Bra said out loud, rubbing her head. She kicked the bed leg hard with her foot, "Bad bed!"

Vegeta tried his best not to snicker loudly, "My daughter's a poet and neither of us knew it," he said quietly.

Bra scampered across the room towards the door; oblivious to the fact her dad was standing right outside. Vegeta heard this and bent down a little, ready for his attack as he heard Bra coming closer and closer to the hall.

She ran out quickly, planning on going to the room across the hall, but was stopped and picked up by two strong arms.

Bra screamed from surprised before feeling herself fling over a shoulder, so she was looking at the floor from the back of the person.

Once she got over that shock, she realized it was her dad and giggled again, kicking a bit, "Daddy! Let me down! No fair!"

Vegeta chuckled, holding her still by wrapping his arm around her lower back and leading her into the room she was about to run into.

He flung her down on the bed, making her laugh with delight, a huge smile plastered on her face. Vegeta lay down beside her, letting out a deep sigh as he closed his eyes.

"So, what did you want in here?" he asked.

Bra giggled, "Dad, you're so stupid."

Vegeta snapped his eyes open and glared over at her, "You know, if you were anyone else, you wouldn't be alive right now because of that comment."

"I know," Bra got up and sat on his stomach, looking down at him, "but I'm not, so I can say anything I want. Ha, ha!" she stuck her tongue out at him.

"You better put that thing away," Vegeta warned, meaning her tongue.

From that command, Bra made sure not to take her tongue in, even when she was talking, "I don't have to do anything," she managed to say with a wisp.

"Wanna bet?" Vegeta said, about to tickle her.

Then the phone rang.

Bra stuck her tongue back in her mouth, "PHONE!" she cried.

She hopped off him, running as fast as her little legs could carry her down the steps. Vegeta got up, too, and called down after her: "Bra, don't you know there's a phone right across the hall?!"

He didn't hear her respond, so he just went into his bedroom and went to Bulma's side of the bed, picking up the phone and putting it to his ear.

"What do you want?" he greeted.

"Hi Vegeta! How's everything going?" came Bulma's voice from the other side.

He groaned, "Fine, why?"

Vegeta smirked as he could tell she was scowling, "I was just wondering! I had a ten-minute break so I decided to call. Is that a crime?"

"Actually…"

"Hello!" Bra's voice said all of a sudden as she picked up the phone downstairs.

"Hi, honey!" Bulma's voice became perky again, "What's up?"

Bra smiled, "Me and Daddy are having a lot of fun! Wanna hear about it? Well, first we…" Bra was about to begin before Bulma answered.

"I'll hear about it when I come home, okay? I only have a few minutes left of my break," Bulma explained.

"Oh, okay," was all Bra said before hanging up.

Bulma laughed, "Well, that was abrupt."

Vegeta grunted in reply, "Is there anything else you want?"

"Guess not," she sighed, "I'll see you in a couple hours then, all right?"

"Whatever."

"Bye, sweety! I love you!" she giggled softly on the other end.

Vegeta rolled his eyes as he began putting down the phone, but not before hearing her mumble something about always wanting to say that.

The moment he hung up the phone, he heard Bra scream loudly from downstairs.

"Bra!" and without a second thought, he flew downstairs…literally.

He ran into the living room, stopping right in front of her as she was walking out.

"Bra! What happened? Why'd you scream?" Vegeta hurriedly asked each question.

Bra shrugged, "Nothing, I just felt like screaming."

With that settled, she walked past him and out of the living room.

Vegeta watched her go, his mouth dropped open in bewilderment. He quickly shook his head and began following her again, "Only she can scare me that much." Vegeta muttered.

Again, he saw her heading up the stairs.

"How many times must this child go up and down?!" he said to himself.

Then he said to her, "What are you doing now?"

"I'm gonna change into something else, I wanna go to the park," she stated, reaching the top and going down the hall, this time to her bedroom.

Vegeta grunted, "Hey, no one told me about going to the park, nor asked!" he said, hinting that she should.

Bra turned around and looked up at him with pleading eyes, "Can we go to the park, please Daddy?"

He looked down at her and nodded, "Sure, Bra."

Her pleading look soon changed to a look of confusion, "Daddy, why'd you have me ask if you would have said yes anyway?"

Vegeta shrugged, then grinned, "Just seeing if you would ask."

Hearing that, she glared at him and crossed her arms, giving her father's famous pose. Seeing this, Vegeta laughed, proud of his little girl. He put a hand on her head as he walked past her, into his bedroom once again.

"While you get dressed, I think I will, too. I'm not going to be going to the park in my night ware." He said, making Bra laugh and run down to her room.

Vegeta entered his room, slamming the door behind him, "Why the park?! I hate the park!" he stated, walking over to his dresser, pulling out a black shirt and sweats.

"Oh well…" he smirked, "this shall prove to be quite interesting…"

Hey! Sorry this chapters so short, I promise to make the next one longer, kay? Please review! Ja ne!