"Gi Gi Gi, Wake up Bra, Wake up Bra, Wake up Bra, Wake up bra."
The obvious lack of feeling and humanity was familiar to the half awake saiyan princess. "Wake up Bra, Wake up Bra, Wake up Bra, Wake up bra."
The voice was coming from a small almost circler droid. It was small enough to fit in a backpack, white, had small clamps for hands and no face. Only a screen that displayed images if programmed. At present it was set to alarm mode and displayed am small bell on its screen.
"Wake up Bra, Wake up Bra, Wake up Bra, Wake up bra."
"Alright, alright I'm up already."
The young girl moaned as she sat upright and stretched allowing her eyes to adjust to being open. She looked around her room. It had black walls, black wardrobes, black chest of drawers, black curtains, a black carpet and ceiling and surprise surprise, the bed was black from its matures to its cousins and the quilt. She liked black. (If you hadn't already guessed).
She stood up and walked over to her bathroom to wash herself, then into her walk-in-wardrobe and took off her black silk Pj's and got dressed. She emerged back into her room in a pair of plain dark blue, boot leg jeans and a (surprise) black polo neck top with long sleeves. She went over to her dressing table (also black) and slid on her black fluffy slippers. Then she opened her jewellery box and took out her favourite necklace before clipping it around her neck and placing it just above her covered up cleavage. It was a huge, green serpent coiled around itself and had huge yellow eyes. It was her favourite because it spooked the living hell out of everyone she met. Even her father didn't like it.
She brushed her short blue hair (that resembles Videl's teenage hair during the Buu saga, but blue) and opened her make-up box. She got out her only lipstick and put it on strongly. It was chaos black, her favourite.
"Beep, beep...Bra your mother requests your presence in the kitchen."
"Ok Trunks I'm on my way." The droid still waiting for instructions waited in her room and went into sleep mode.
Bra casually walked out of her sanctuary into the hell hole that was her home. As she entered the kitchen the same sights met her eyes that usually do at breakfast time. Trunks and Bula were arguing over only God knows what, Bulma was cooking breakfast and Vegeta was (as usual) still in bed and so no where to be seen. Her irritated mother screamed at the cooker and threw the frying pan away from her. It sped towards Bra but she effortlessly flicked it away from her with a back hand. Her mother did this every morning so she was very prepared for it.
"STUPID THING...oh morning honey. I didn't see you there; the cooker is on the frits this morning so you will all just have to have cereal for today."
"What? No way mum, we had to do that yesterday." Bula wined as she pleaded with her mother.
"Yeah mum, you can't leave use without a proper breakfasts to start the day can you?" both her son and her eldest daughter pulled their puppy dog eyes routine until her mother gave in.
"Ok, ok, grab your coats and we will go to McDonalds for a breakfast meal."
"Yeah, mum you rule." Trunks said as he left the room.
"Awesome!" Bula followed her brother and left Bulma and Bra alone in the kitchen. Bulma picked up the frying pan and started to wash it, only pausing to address her daughter.
"Bra honey, will you go and ask Vegeta to get his lazy butt out of bed if he wants to come with us? And tell him if he doesn't come down stairs and spend the morning with his family he will not only have no breakfast but he will not have the G room fixed until next week." At that moment Bula and Trunks joined in the conversation.
"Ooo you're in for it now." Bulla teased at her.
"Yeah, I remember the last time mum got one of us to wake him up. I had a broken collar bone for a month and Bulla got a broken leg." Bra unfazed by either of their attempts to unnerve her simply smirked and said.
"That was because you are a nosey brat that is a pure annoyance." She pointed at trunks and then to Bulla. "And you are a pathetic excuse of a being that doesn't even attempt to train your mind. You are a giggling little school girl at a mall. I even think that you would pass up a chance to go to train with father over a shopping trip."
Bulla very confused folded her arms.
"So? What's your point?" Bra slapped her self on the forehead and let her hand slide off her face as a sweat drop appeared on her face. Remembering her task she turned to go back upstairs.
"Why was I born to such a weak and pathetic family? Not including my King."
She folded her arms and reached the top of the stairs. She turned left and knocked on the door as softly as she could. When he didn't answer she smirked and went inside.
Sprawled out on the bed was her father. She had a connection with her father that no one else had. It was a secret, and it was discrete, but it was there. She respected him more than anyone, more than Bulma, and in return he respected her. This would get her an ear full from her older siblings who would try to taunt her by calling her a daddy's girl. This however did not bother her. She quite liked the idea of being a daddies girl, but only because it was Vegeta.
She walked over to the large four poster bed and sat on the side, watching her father. She waited. She knew that he would have sensed her Ki enter the room and knew she was there. But he was not about to get up this early with out a reason. So she would have to give him one before he would even acknowledge her. She couldn't complain because she was very much the same. She smirked inwardly at something her father said when trunks was annoying her.
Flash back
Vegeta was waiting for her in the Gravity room for Trunks to train. However Trunks couldn't pass up an opportunity to bug his baby sister and so that's what he did. He went into her room and took all her bras and did not give them back. He stood in the kitchen, grinning at her little sister who was demanding that her underwear was returned to her immediately.
"And why should I?"
"Because I go out of this house if I haven't got a bra, that's why."
"What if I don't give it you back?"
"Then I would be very worried to why you would want to keep woman's underwear in your possession." At that moment Vegeta had walked in and added himself to the conversation. "You now what boy? I wonder about you. I thought that you would be the one who would have inherited my genes and not the Woman's. I thought you would be the heir to the Saiyan thrown. But it seams that Bra is the one that has inherited my royal blood. And it also seems that you may have inherited too many of you mothers womanly genes." Vegeta gave his son a worried look and turned to his daughter. She grabbed the bras from Trunks and ran upstairs to change...
End flash back.
She ebbed closer and closer to Vegeta and snuggled up next to him. He stayed perfectly still and kept his eyes shut. Bra rested her head and hand on his chest and looked up at him. He opened one eye and closed it.
"What do you want?"
"Me? Nothing, but..."
"Okay, what does the Woman want?" She smirked at him. Even when he was only half awake he managed to maintain his well know character.
"The cooker has packed in and she wants to take the family out to get breakfast. She wants you to, and I quote, "If he doesn't come down stairs and spend the morning with his family he will not only have no breakfast but he will not have the G room fixed until next week." She looked at the expression on his face and knew that he was fighting with himself. "You know, if you want I could help you out?" Intrigued Vegeta opened both his eyes and looked at her. She obviously had a plan to get him out of having to spend the morning with his mate and kids and he was more than willing to hear it.
"Do go on." He smirked as he saw the devious expression appear across her face, a lot like the one he wears from time to time.
"Well firstly, Bulma can not cook. So the cooker will not be broken, she just can't be arsed to use it because it burnt her. So I will make you breakfast." Vegeta grinned and sat up slightly. He put one arm around her and pulled his little princess next to him and held her. Bra snuggled next to him and cuddled him back, she then continued. "And secondly, if you wanted, you could just train instead of going out to breakfast." She turned to look at her father who was grinning at her.
"And how, my dear, are we going to pull that off?" He smirked knowing that his sneaky daughter would already have the answer for him.
"Well Sire, the one thing I have inherited from my mother, other than my gender, is my intellect when it comes to engineering and inventing. I have taken the liberty of looking over Bulma's plans and have well, how do you say, learnt them off by heart and improved upon them." She smirked madly which matched her fathers' expression to a T.
"May I just say, I don't know what I would do without my devious little Princess."
"And I don't know what I would do without my powerful king, no wait. I do know, I would commit suicide from the A, boredom and B, Lack of sanity from my family, especially from Trunks because I don't care if you Say he is your son, he is no Saiyan."
"And what makes you think that?" Vegeta was still smirking at his daughter. The way she always knew what he was thinking and was always there to save him from Bulma's punishments, made Bra his favourite child. In fact, she was the only one he didn't refer to as a brat or woman. He called her Princess which she enjoyed immensely. It meant to her that he openly saw her as royalty and was not ashamed to say it in public. Which he often had.
"Well, he has pink hair. I know he says it is lavender but it is pink in my view. And he is such a puff." She snuggled her face into his chest and he put both his arms around her.
"Your mom will be angry at you if you fix the G room for me."
"It will be worth it." She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep when Vegeta got up and carried her to her room. He placed her on her bed and sat next to her. She looked so tired but she had school.
"You know you have school right?"
"Not anymore. Remember? I took my University qualifications last week. You know, because I am smarter than my years. I mean, I took my GCSE's when I was like, 7." "So you will not be going to school then?"
"No, I am going to be home all the time so I can perfect my mother's inventions...and the GR."
"Good girl." They exchanged a smirk and he got to his feet. "I do believe I was promised a cooked breakfast. Was I not?"
Bra got to her feet and stole a hug before Vegeta could pull away. Then she strode down the stairs and went into the kitchen. After taking the necessary foods out of the fridge she began. After she had finished, she placed a huge mountain of food on the table. She would always be more than generous when it came to her fathers' portions. On the table was a plate stacked with pancakes and waffles, it towered almost 2 ft.
"SIRE COME AND GET IT!"
Within moments Vegeta came down the stairs and gawked at the sheer mass of food on the table. Bra sat down with her bowl of Alban and chewed it slowly. When Vegeta came back to reality, he moved to sit down in his usual place. Across the table away from everyone.
However when he began to sit, he grabbed his plate and moved it next to his daughter. He sat beside her and turned to her before tucking in. He looked around to ensure they were alone. When he was satisfied he turned back to her, and smiled.
"Thank you and..."
"And what?"
"I love you princess."
"I love you to Sire." They turned back to their breakfasts and Vegeta began to wolf it down. Bra looked from her father to her own breakfast. She smirked and picked up the bowl. She raised it above her and poured it down her throat. Vegeta stopped momentarily and smirked at her.
She just wants to be like me. She already is like me. Vegeta thought to himself.
When they were all finished Vegeta watched his daughter clean up after them and waited until she had finished.
"When will the woman be home?"
"Feeling horny already are we?" if any of his other children had said that then he would have beaten them severely. Bra however he would not feel uncomfortable. She was a lot like himself and so did not beat around the bush or do anything but get to the point. Neither of them had anytime for nonsense. In fact he was wondering when she would bring up the topic of sex. He had waited for it secretly. The more comfortable a Saiyan woman became about sex, the closer they were to having their first heat. She had started to mention it when they were on their own more recently and although she would blush about it, he would always react in the right way. Vegeta smirked at her behaviour and saw this as the opportunity to bring it up, in detail.
"Very funny, well at least your mother appreciates it..." He threw Bra a smirk knowing the thought of her parents being intimate made her feel ill.
"Sire that is not something I needed to hear." She cringed but stopped when he motioned for her to sit next to him. She took her seat and waited. "What?"
"Well. How old are you know exactly?"
"16, why?"
"I mean in moons."
"Well I guess that would be, (AN please forgive me, I have no idea about years into Saiyan moons) 20. I think, why?"
"Because a Saiyan woman enters her first heat at 21 moons. And the next moon is in a few months." Bra gulped. She knew what was going to happen next. She had bee unlucky enough to be present when Vegeta gave Bulla the 'heat talk'. This was not going to be pleasant. Vegeta cleared his throat and continued.
"I have no problem with you going through a heat. For your sister it was like being tipsy. But, and you are not allowed to tell anyone about this, you are special for a reason. Have you ever wondered why you are more, more, Saiyan like than your sister and brother?"
"Because they are all weak and I am normal?"
"No but very funny." He fought off a laugh and reminded himself that he had something more important to do than laugh with his daughter. "Well, when Trunks and Bra were born, they were born without tails. Trunks grew one over time and Bulla didn't grow one at all. But you were born with a fully grown tail. And have you ever wondered why you resent normal people?"
"Not really but why?"
"The same reason you call them weak. You hate everyone other than me. Because I am strong in your eyes. That is a Saiyan trait. You have seen me fight and I have earnt your respect. So you do not hate me. But, you have never seen trunks fight a battle that he hasn't lost and you resent Bulla so much because she has the power but refuses to use it. And I know full well you hate your mother."
"No I."
"You hate her because she refuses to let you train. She will not allow you to grow in strength and will not allow me to train you. So you hate her. It is natural and I am not blaming you for it."
"Oh..."
"But the reason I am telling you this is simply because I have done a blood test on you and you are an anomaly."
"What? Why?"
"Because you are full Saiyan and yet your mother is human. Before you say that is impossible, like I did, let me tell you what I found. Ok this will take a while so get comfortable." He took a deep breath and began.
"First off, your mother is a lying sneaking harpy. She new that you were a full Saiyan since you was at least three and never told me. In fact she did her best to keep this from me. She even went through the trouble of getting you a special shampoo to make your hair blue like hers and Bulla's. So your hair colour is not blue. It will most likely be white. And I mean bright white like a true Saiyan female. Next she put Bulla's blood on any wound you have before I could heal you. Remember when you cut your leg and she insisted that she clean it first? Well that cloth she put on you had Bulla's DNA on it and so I could not sense your true Saiyan blood. Then she tried to make you a shopping freak like her but failed. I found that amusing." Vegeta paused to chuckle. "When I found her making your shampoo I stole some to find blue dye in it. I was going to teas her about loosing her hair colour when I caught her putting it in your bathroom. As you can imagine I got very confused and pinned her down until she told me everything. At first she wouldn't tell me everything but I soon got her to tell me. Mostly after I caught her spraying your room. You know that perfume that she insists you were to make you more womanly and she will force you to go shopping if you don't wear it? Well I stole some of that too and found it had human scent in it. After that, it was the last straw and she finally told me everything. Apparently it goes like this." Vegeta paused to take another deep breath and allow Bra to take in what he had already told her.
"If a black man and a white woman have a baby it can be a dark child, neither black nor white. But then the child can marry into a white family and eventually the black jeans disappear and their children will look white. But after many generations the black jean that has been suppressed for all those years, crops up and the baby will be fully black when the parents are white. So basically the same thing has happened here. Except the sudden awoken jean was Saiyan and you have the full blood of your ancestors and me in you. So you are far from human. So you will go into your first heat on the 21st moon and I will have to protect you, from you."
Bra was speechless. All this time she was a Saiyan, a full Saiyan and no one had told her. Her hair wasn't blue. She reached up with her hands and her fingers travelled through her hair.
"So I don't expect to see you with blue hair for much longer. Trust me; you will feel a lot better with your real hair."
"Wait, I have a dye remover that I took from Bulla to stop her having blonde hair."
"Why would that stop her?"
"Because she couldn't reverse it if she didn't like it." She laughed mischievously and got to her feet. "Sire, now that I know what I am. Will you train me?"
"When you mature properly then yes."
"What will I have to do first?"
"Well, first your hair, I refuse to have my only true heir to have blue hair. And you will grow it to the long length that every Saiyan Princess must have to be presentable. Then you will have to train yourself to a certain extent. Enough to make fitter. Then I will train you."
"Well the hair colour I will change right now!" Bra turned to the stairs and ran up them. Once in her room she rummaged in her draws and took the dye remover and ran into her bathroom.
A Saiyan. A Full Saiyan. I can't believe it. I must be blessed to have my one true desire met so. I am going to be strong. I will be stronger than that Baka Trunks and Bulla. I will show everyone that I am worthy of the Blue Blood in my veins. I am a royal Saiyan and as such I must be strong, I must be strong. I must be powerful, no matter what pain I have to endure. I must be the best. I must make my father proud and I must be the best I can be. I must. It is my birth right to be strong. No one will get in my way. Not Trunks, not Goten nor Kakarott. I will surpass them all. FOOLS!
Her grin was replaced with the eager smirk that Vegeta wore when a battle was immanent. She stripped down and took another shower. She used the dye remover and basked in the shower as she thought of all the battles that would await her. What challenges would she face? What battles would she fight? Would she be one of the future fighters to save the world in a climactic fight? Would she be the one to fight the next evil? Is she was, she knew one thing...
Win at all costs...
