The sun rose in the west bright and early the next morning. The birds sang to greet the new day. The woman woke up with a smile. She turned to look down at her snoring husband. He was having fun having several saiyans to be at his beck and call, and having a younger self around. Vegeta didn't have much to teach Trunks and Goten, the two were already strong enough. Little Vegita needed to be taught over again, train to become more powerful, and learn to become a Super Saiyan. Bulma lean over and passed a light kissed on Vegeta's flat stomach. As she pressed more butterfly kisses on his stomach, she tickles the sides of him. Vegeta's snoring stopped. Bulma laughed as Vegeta pulled her up and over his body.
"Good morning, Vegeta."
"Woman," he greeted her.
"I fell asleep before I could ask you, did you find Bra?"
"She's in her hiding place."
"And where's that?" Bulma demanded playfully.
"I can't pinpoint the exact location but its not off of the compound," Vegeta told her. He rubs his hand on his wife's back suggestively. Bulma smacked his arm around.
"We can't! I need to start making breakfast. We do have guests--guests that are saiyans--to feed."
"Can't you call your mother over?"
"I'm planning to. Mama's going to help me." Bulma quickly left the bed before Vegeta could catch her to hold her hostage in bed. "See you at breakfast!"
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8:05 in the morning, Little Vegita slowly opened his eyes. At first he thought that his older self, dud King by himself--he couldn't very well go around and keep calling him his older self, it just wouldn't sound right--had hit him so hard that his vision became impair. But why is he seeing blue? Little Vegita blew. The blue moved much like hair. Hair? Why is there blue hair in my face?
"Daddy?" a voice whispered as a small body smuggled nearer to Little Vegita's body.
Little Vegita shoved the body off of him. It rolled towards the wall. He pushed himself up to see who it is. It was the blue hair brat, Bra, King's daughter and sort of in a small way his. "What are you doing here?" he yelled.
Bra screamed as loud as she could. Little Vegita ducked under the covers and pillows to hold his ears. He had sensitive ears like all saiyans do. And Bra, being half saiyan, could yell louder than it was humanly possible. The walls of the Gravity Chamber shook. Minutes or rather seconds later, Vegeta flew up the door to the room.
"Bra! What are you screaming about?" he bellowed.
Bra leaped out of the bed and into her father's arms. "Daddy, theirs someone in the bed with me!"
Vegeta looked over and saw his younger self burying himself under the black covers. He smirked. "Well, Bra, what are you doing in Little Vegita's bed?"
Bra frowned. "Little Vegita?" She hopped on the bed and threw the covers off. There laid…"Prince Vegita!" She hugged him. "I was wondering were you went. You're talking to me, aren't you? Pan hasn't talked to you yet, has she?"
"No. Why would I want to talk to her? She related to him!" The 'him' he was referring to was Son Goten.
"What did Goten do this time?"
"Nothing."
"Goten is always doing something. He probably said something mean to you. After all he does hang out with Pan a lot. And Pan's mean."
"What did that brat said to you?" demanded her father.
The girl looked up. "Daddy, Panny just called be a brat, that's all."
Vegeta frowned. "What's wrong with that? I call you brat all of the time."
"I know, but you say brat like it's a good thing but she says brat like it's a bad thing. And she said that that nobody wants to do what I want to do because I'm stupid." Bra buried her face into Little Vegita's chest as she cried. "S-she said that nobody likes me!" she wailed.
Both Vegetas looked uncomfortable at the crying girl. The older one shifted away towards the door. "I'll go tell Bulma that you two will be in for breakfast soon."
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Bulma looked up. "Is Little Vegita coming?"
"Yeah, him and Bra will be coming in shortly."
"Bra?" Bulma raised in eyebrow. "What is she's doing out there?" Before Vegeta could answer her, Bulma answered herself. "Oh, you room must be her hiding place. That's so cute."
Vegeta grunted. He sat down in his chair and started shoving his breakfast into his mouth. Goten and Trunks were already half way done with their breakfast, as were the other hungry saiyans. Minutes later Bra and Little Vegita walked through the door.
Trunks and Goten both paused to look at them. "Where were you two?"
The two royal saiyans turned their backs to them. Goten looked confused. "What did we do?" he asked them.
Little Vegita didn't answer so Bra turned her blue eyes to the two half saiyans. "You're both mean! Especially you, Goten! I never want to talk to you again, ever! You and Pan." Bra grabbed Prince Vegita's hand and dragged him towards her grandmother. "Mama, can we eat in Daddy's Gravity Chamber? We're hungry."
"Why, sweetheart, don't you sit at the table like everyone else?"
"We want to eat, not puke!" Little Vegita told her loud enough for the saiyans at the table to hear.
Young Goten was confused again. "Is he sick or something?"
Trunks elbow his friend. "No, you stupid! He's saying that he doesn't want to eat with us. That eating with us will make them get sick."
"Oh."
Mrs. Briefs stared down at the two children. "Are you sick? Do you have a fever?" She put a hand on each of their foreheads checking for a fever. "You both feel slightly warm. Maybe you should go up to bed and rest. I don't want to see you little darlings getting sick. I'll bring you up some soup."
Bra giggled at her grandmother. She could be real funny at times. "No, Grandma! Trunks and Goten are mean. We don't want to look at them when we eat."
"And why not? The sweetie pies couldn't have done anything wrong."
Bra growled. "Yes, they can! They insulted Prince Vegita! No body does that to my friend."
"I'm not your friend!"
The little girl turns towards the boy prince. "Prince Vegita, it's not a weakness to have friends, Mommy even said so to Daddy once. I'll always be your friend no matter what you say. Everyone needs a friend. Friends help each other, especially when mean, nasty boys and a certain mean girl pick on the other friend."
Little Vegita growled at her. "I'm not your friend! I'll never be your friend! Don't you understand? Are you stupid or something?"
Bra just smiled at him. She tugged on his hand. "It's okay. If you don't want to admit it in front of everyone else it's okay." Still holding the older boy's hand, Bra pulled Vegita back across the room from where they came. At the door way she paused. "Don't forget to bring a lot of food. Prince Vegita is very hungry. And so am I."
Bulma sighed loudly in the quiet of the room. Everyone had stop to watch the young princess with Little Vegita. "Isn't that sweet! Bra's going to make Vegita a great friend. He would need one," Bulma said looking angrily at the boys. "He doesn't need you two making fun of him! How would it feel to you to be snatch from your family to come to a place where everything is different?"
Trunks and Goten had the good graces to look ashamed. They never thought about that. They didn't think what the saiyans would feel like being taken away from the only home they knew of, even if they would probably die shortly from Frieza. They still had their families to be with, mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters. The half saiyans remembered Little Vegita saying something about his dad, Trunks' grandfather.
Bulma was satisfied with the boys' reacting, pleased that it went exactly like she hoped. "Mama, I'll help you bring Bra's and Vegita's breakfast to the GR."
A/N: I know this is the shortest chapter but it's catching up with me. The next chapter isn't finished yet. I better start working on it. Well, thanks to all who you review! I really love to hear what you all have to say on my fics.
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Random Author Thinking: I've got nothing really to say here! **Lady Queen starts to cry** Well, I do have a question. How old is Gohan when he marries Videl? I'm just wondering. Don't know why, but I am. ^_^
