Chapter 1: Cool

Bulla gets into trouble.

Her head was spinning. She tried opening her eyes but was blinded by the white light of the bathroom. The stench of vomit stung her nostrils, prompting her to puke again. This time she missed. Bulla tried to sit upright against the bathtub, strands of blue locks sticking on her face.

She started to tear a little, regretting her decision. She shouldn't have taken that dare from Pan. Who knew a glass of wine could knock her out like this. If only she had put her pride aside, she could have been dancing with her friends at the party downstairs. Bulla attempted to grab her towel that was hanging by the sink but alas her coordination failed her. She sat there, hoping to regain her composure before somebody finds her like this.

Then she heard the door flung open and the pitter patter of footsteps heading towards her. Too late. She turned towards the footsteps and saw her father.

"What's wrong? Ugh…" Vegeta covered his nose, the stench of the room getting the better of him.

"I'm so sorry," Bulla sobbed.

"What were you thinking?" Vegeta's voice muffled but still stern. He scanned the messy bathroom and figured out what had happened to his little girl. He headed towards the sink, carefully avoiding the mess on the floor and prepared a warm towel.

"Pan and I had a bet and I lost. She dared me to take a sip of wine but I drank the whole glass just to prove a point. It was stupid," she explained as she shifted herself, trying to make herself more comfortable but hardly moved.

"Yes it was stupid. But you are lucky that this did not end as badly as it could have," he exclaimed.

Vegeta was trying very hard to hold in his anger. He sat next to his daughter and wiped her face. "This is why we tell you to pick your moments. And this was not the best one. Was it worth your pride?"

"I know, I know. Does this happen every time you drink? It's horrible," she cried.

"Yes, it does," he lied. Saving the fact that sometimes, drinking can be enjoyable if done responsibly.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to yell at her for being reckless at such a young age or that he wanted to tell her to slow down, to stop growing up so fast. It felt like it was only yesterday that he had held her as a baby. And now he's sitting next to his preteen daughter surrounded by throw up.

"Thanks for not yelling at me dad," she whispered, leaning into the warm towel that was still on her cheeks.

Vegeta sighed as he combed her hair away from her face. As furious as he was, he just couldn't bring himself to yell at her. "That's just cruel, even coming from me," he reassured her. "I'll let your mother yell at you when you feel better."

Bulla grunted at the statement and smiled. Knowing that Vegeta would never allow that to happen to his little girl.

He was a cool dad.

END