Ten year old T'Prel ran around the engineering decks of the Enterprise. Her curly hair in a braid snaking down her back, and ending near her bottom.
She loved her hair, it was curly and had so much volume. Though, it was also a bit of an oddity. Vulcans very rarely have naturally curly hair. Some women use treatments to give some curl, only a few were born with the texture T'Prel had.
Though, her hair was getting pretty long. She wondered when she could get it cut. Most women tended to let it grow, and pin it up in elaborate braids.
But Spock was hopeless when it had to do with hair. Absolutely 100% hopeless. One morning, he tried to tame T'Prel's wild locks, and ended up getting the brush stuck. He had to call Uhura and Carol Marcus to get it out without cutting out the majority of the hair from the back of her head.
In the end, he just gave her a headband to wear. Though, that didn't mean she only did that. Uhura loved to braid her hair. Uhura's hair was naturally curly like T'Prel's, so wasn't too hard to handle.
T'Prel stopped in Scotty's office and looked around. It was pretty clean, considering he never went in there. Only occasionally would she actually see him doing paperwork, or sitting at the computer.
Which made it the perfect room for her to watch videos. Lately she became quite obsessed with a 21st century show called 'My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic'.
Her favorite character was Rainbow Dash, and she loved the thought of talking ponies living in a society with magic.
Though, if Spock found her watching it, he'd make her stop, telling her it was illogical.
Oh, how T'Prel hated it when he said her favorite things were illogical. He always said it like she'd disappointed him.
It want T'Prel's fault the computer was at too slow a learning pace for her. It wasn't her fault she'd never stepped foot on her homeland. The new colony, or the original planet.
She was born on that shuttle craft. And her parents never said why she wasn't allowed to learn the ways of Surak.
T'Prel sat down on the desk chair, and watched a few episodes. The talking animals quickly made her feel better.
After about an hour, she slid off the chair, and tried to walk out, when her long hair got caught between the armrest and the cushion.
She sighed and pulled her hair from the the chair. It really got annoying. She walked back to her quarters, thinking about the princess from 'Tangled'.
Rapunzel had such long hair, but she looked so good with shorter hair. It gave T'Prel an idea. Spock kept a pair of scissors in the bathroom for when his hair got too long for comfort.
She hurriedly ran the rest of the way, and messaged Uhura and Carol. About fifteen minutes later, they walked in to see her putting a towel under a chair, a pair of scissors in her hand.
"Could you guys give me a haircut?" She asked, pulling out her oh so adorable wide eyed look that no one could say no to.
"Of course, did you already ask Spock?" Carol asked, grabbing a spray bottle. T'Prel nodded innocently and sat down as Uhura began brushing her hair. Occasionally spraying it with the water.
She took the scissors, and began snipping away. Curly hair, the color of mahogany fell to the towel. T'Prel couldn't be happier.
Spock had had a long day. He was tired, overly stressed, and honestly wanted nothing more than to watch a movie with his daughter.
He rubbed a hand through his hair, then moved it back to its original place. He walked with his usual, logical speed, and without a second thought, began to wonder about T'Prel.
There was something different about her. The curly hair and natural affinity for glitter and the color purple marked her as not quite what one would expect of a Vulcan child.
Maybe he was just being paranoid. Plenty of Vulcan children rebelled before following in the footsteps if their parents. Maybe it was just a phase.
He opened the door, and found Uhura and Carol sweeping up long, curly locks from the floor.
T'Prel ran in from another room, the biggest smile plastered on her face. Her hair, which used to go past her waist, was now just below her ears. "Papa!"
"What happened to your hair?"
"I cut it. Don't you like it?" She asked, her smile dropping from her face.
Uhura took one look at his face and stopped. "You did say we could cut it, right?"
"Where would you get that notion?"
Uhura's face dropped. "T'Prel told us you wanted it cut."
"I said no such thing." Spock replied, glaring at the ten year old, who had a guilty grin on her face.
"We'll just go." Carol said, and both her and Nyota left, leaving a towel on the floor.
"Hehe, oops?"
"T'Prel, why would you lie? Lying is illogical, and wrong. Explain yourself."
T'Prel looked down, her face turning a shade of green in shame. "I didn't know if you'd say yes or not."
"You should have just asked." He said, kneeling down to be even with her height. "I prefer your hair longer, as how most Vulcan women wear theirs." T'Prel looked even more miserable. "But this style suits you very well."
She smiled in relief, and looked in his eyes. He was being honest. Just like how she would be from now on.