Bras Bedtime Story
Chapter Three
"What sort of night time story would you like Bra?" Vegeta asked softly as Bra snuggled even closer.
Vegeta couldn't help but feel in a real daddy daughter mood, who cares if his mate was in the middle of the bed in his spot, he could always force her to move in a little while anyway she was simply keeping it warm for him.
Looking down he noticed how much his little princess resembled Bulma, she was identical in every way possible from the silky blue hair to the bright blue eyes.
"Will you tell me one about a prince and a princess daddy, one about when you lived on your planet."
Vegeta smiled then moved his hand to her hair; she closed her eyes contently at her father's familiar scent. Whenever she was with her dad she never felt scared, he would protect her from anything and everything.
Even the honey monsters that hid in the closet and under her bed.
"Anything to make you happy,"
Vegeta reached forwards and dabbed his hand in her hot chocolate, it still felt a little too warm.
Bra snuggled back up and made herself comfortable as she pulled Boopy the bear towards her.
Boopy had certainly seen better days; she'd had him since she'd been born and in the few short years he'd lost an eye, had several emergency repairs with dodgy stitching and had also been scorched by a stray ki thrown by her horrid brother.
Boopy however was surprisingly still alive; he permanently sat on Bra's bed keeping her company when she slept.
Vegeta looked up to the ceiling for inspiration, he had no idea where to even begin; how could he tell a story about a prince and a princess when he'd been sent to Freeza at such a young age? The only true stories he could recall were of misery, pain and cruelty.
Finally deciding he thought he had the best story to tell,
Little prince Vegeta blinked back the bright sunlight that boomed through his window, it was still really early in the morning and yet the sun was burning hot.
Outside in the palace gardens the sound of whistling birds, and guards training could be heard above everything else.
Yawning Vegeta blinked back the sleep, and wandered from his huge bedroom to find something tasty to eat, the little Saiyan needed food to give him energy.
His feet padded along the shiny white marble floors as he made his way along the long and winding halls he had lived in the palace all his life and knew them like the back of his hand.
His mother was singing in the throne room as she nursed some beautiful flowers, Vegeta walked past quickly not wanting to alert her of his presence.
It was far too early to be smothered in cuddles; he was to be a true Saiyan warrior… he was a true Saiyan warrior, not a stupid little girl.
Sometimes the beautiful queen Cecilia forgot this small duty and instead pampered Vegeta as though he were wrapped in cotton wool.
Nappa was guarding the entrance to the kitchen much to the prince's dismay. His father must have known he would raid the kitchen early; Nappa however looked as though he had been standing their all night.
Huge sinking bags under his eyes were a dead giveaway; still he stood proudly and to attention in his gold shimmering Elite armour, with his shiny baldhead.
Vegeta saw this as his chance to raid the kitchen quarters, if the guard refused an order to move he would simply punish him with much more harshness than his father.
"Nappa, I command you to move this instant."
Nappa blinked in surprise, "Your up early my prince, would you like me to order the chef to make you breakfast?"
Vegeta pushed past the big bald guard and stomped angrily into the kitchen; the chef would be executed later for not having his food already served.
At sixteen years old the Chibi prince was still one of the strongest warriors on his planet; with the exception of his father and a select few elites none could rival his ever-growing power.
This not only made his people have a growing fear of him, but also he had their respect….
"Unlike a certain Saiyan daddy can think of…""Daddy! Carry on with the storyyyyy" Bra whined as she angrily kicked the foot of her bed causing it to wobble unstably.
She did truly have the patience and temper of a true Saiyan, instead of scolding his daughter Vegeta felt somewhat proud of his little princess firing the orders.
The look on her little face said it all, she had turned pinkish and looked as though she were about to scream.
"Okay brat, quiet if you want the story finished."
The prince decided against eating the disgusting food in the palace kitchen, and went out to find his own food and hunt like a true warrior; just as his predecessors had done before he had been born."
Bra interrupted with big curious blue eyes, "Daddy, what's predicessoris mean?"
Vegeta smiled gently as he pulled the covers up over his little girl, "it means his ancestors…" Pausing when he realised he was talking to a five year old he looked for a simpler term. "His family from hundreds of years before he was born."
Bra was quiet as she huddled among the pink furry duvets waiting for her father to continue the story.
Leaving the long almost never-ending palace gardens, prince Vegeta made swift work of the huge wall and climbed out into the wilderness.
The prince could fly, however he chose to climb the wall just for the fun of it, making the little adventure more of a challenge.
It was such a hot day, already the sun was high in the sky; Planet Vegeta was a very beautiful planet, but as beautiful as it was it was extremely hot.
Most of the world was covered in long continuous deserts, but in some places small forests with the most pretty plants and exotic animals lived.
These were the places that were also the best hunting spots, and the young prince knew that.
He took off into the air and glided for several minutes until he found a place that he regularly came and hunted.
Tall trees shaded the hot dusty sand, and a huge mountain with a waterfall could be seen in the distance with a crystal clear river of water trickling through the little forest.
Touching down onto the ground Vegeta wiped his brow from the sweat that had formed on the flight; his first step was to get a nice cool drink of water.
Cupping his hands he bent down to the water, and took a handful of what could only be described, as the freshest coolest water the prince had ever tasted.
On the otherside a pretty blue haired Saiyan girl was also standing close to the water; she was not wearing armour like the prince but a blue tunic that trailed down to below her knees, she had some pink and purple flowers that she was holding with her tail as she drank the water.
Her hair was flowing loosely and was very long and very blue, it reminded the prince of the oceans he had visited on faraway planets.
The prince watched the girl for a few seconds until she stood up and laughed happily at something along the bank of the river.
The laugh from the blue haired girl was very soft, and it made the prince tingle with excitement; her voice seemed as nice as she looked pretty.
She hadn't noticed Vegeta, who was wearing the Royal Saiyan armour with the Saiyan crest on its gold medallion.
Slowly she moved away from the bank, the pretty bright coloured flowers still gripped in her tail and humming a strange yet beautiful tune, stopping she bent down to examine something else along the bank of the river that she found interesting and amusing.
Vegeta couldn't contain himself as he let out a feral growl as she moved further away from him, the prince was not used to being ignored.
The girl looked up from what she had been staring at and turned her attention to the boy who had been staring from the otherside of the river; it was the only thing separating the two.
Suddenly something small and green jumped into the water creating a small splash and some ripples.
The girl jumped, as did the prince, then she giggled once again.
Vegeta growled, he did not tolerate people laughing at him – especially girls, they should be taught to serve him and perform his every command; this pretty blue haired creature was no exception.
The girl continued to watch as she gazed straight into the prince's dark black eyes, he could not help himself as he bore into her beautiful deep blue eyes.
She was the first ever female he had seen with blue hair and blue eyes, she looked odd but the prince liked it; she was certainly one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen.
Bra bounced up in the bed happily before settling back down with her favourite bear, she still had not seen the sabotaged bear in which Trunks had placed a condom over its head. 'Bertie' the bear was still sitting happily in the corner wearing an airtight balloon over his head.
"OOOOH I bet that's mommy!"
Vegeta hushed his daughter and pulled the duvet up yet again, if word was to breathe out about this story he would be faced with ultimate humiliation.
How did his second brat manage to wind him around her little finger like this? It was a mystery to him.
Although he would never admit it to anybody, especially his mate.
He was enjoying this bonding time with Bra, he was actually enjoying making up this little half-truth half lie story and watching her reactions.
"You'll have to wait and see Bra… now lie down and be quiet or your mother will come in and hurt daddy." Under his breath he mumbled "Or spank me perhaps."
Fortunately his little girl could not hear this, it would surely not go down well with the new word she had learnt coming from his mates big mouth from their bedroom.
He didn't hold his hopes that she had forgotten it this quick, she would probably use that dreaded word as a weapon from now on.
Bra smiled sweetly, and then closed her eyes contently.
Vegeta felt somewhat the feeling his mother could have possibly felt towards him when she once cradled him in her arms protecting him from the world; until she was struck down with a deadly virus and killed when he was a very young baby.
Bought up by his father, before he was given to Freeza wrapped in a red bow Vegeta's life had been different to how most princes were bought up, instead of being shielded from harm or protected from evil the young heir was encouraged and trained to kill, to give no mercy to anybody, and of course follow Freeza's cold evil instructions.
And what did he have to show for his hard, gruesome and violent upbringing?
A race, which bar two was extinct, a home planet blown into oblivion, and a past even he daren't look back upon.
Looking at his daughter and having the urge to cuddle her further Vegeta resisted the temptation as she for once quiet and comfortable; suddenly remembering the chocolate drink his mate had bought upstairs he pulled his muscular arms forward and grabbed the ceramic mug nudging Bra to drink without saying a word.
Quickly he continued with his story, Bra was now propped up and wide-awake as she drank her luke-warm drink snuggled among her blankets and cuddly toys.
The girl giggled and turned away playfully, her tail was one of the finest and bushiest looking Vegeta had ever seen; she looked the picture for a Saiyan with only the exotic blue hair looking out of place.
'I will teach the girl to laugh at me.' Vegeta growled as he thought to himself trying to conjure up a plan.
The girl smiled and waved, before turning and heading off into the forest among the trees leaving the prince to ponder on his plan and if the girl even knew any of the Saiyan language she certainly hadn't spoken to him verbally.
Back at the palace the King had realised his son had vanished from the grounds again, he was only five years of age and already he was bending the rules as far as they could be bent until they ripped in half like Nappa's head when the king got through with him.
Bra giggled and slurped her drink loudly causing Vegeta to frown; his mate must have taught her that annoying habit he couldn't stand the irritating noise.
"Nappa sounds like a funny man!"
Vegeta frowned and decided he would tell her stories of Nappa when she was much older, not even Trunks had been privileged with all these tales of Radditz and his antics right under the watchful eyes of the big bald guardian Nappa.
His mate knew of some of them, although he was sure she wouldn't condone some of the stories being repeated or his behaviour as an unruly teenager.
"Yes princess, Nappa was a weak waste of space, but very entertaining at times." The prince decided to leave it there, and before any further disruptions continued with his little fairytale.
The sooner he got this stupid folk tale finished the sooner he could get back into his warm bed and force his mate from his favourite spot of the bed.
"Was Nappa real?"
This was a tricky question to answer, not as bad as the dreaded word horny but it still wasn't on the Saiyan's favourite list of subjects.
Vegeta replied coolly, "Yes, he was my mentor as a young child when I was taken from my home."
Bra was clever, she knew to leave it there her father didn't look as though he wanted to discuss this Nappa person any further; snuffling back slightly she snuggled even further into her blankets and waited for her Super Saiyan daddy to finish her bedtime story;
Sweat dropping Vegeta quickly returned to the story tale. Sleep was slowly starting to claim him again, and seeing the half sleeping form of Bra snuggled up only spurred the prince to finish the daddy-daughter story and get himself back in his own quarters.
The prince decided to run after the girl, she did not look as quick as him and he was also wearing his scouter which enabled him to track her down through the deep twisty forest.
Flying was not the best option, the trees differed in shape some were strong and tall, others shorter and stickier with slimy green vines spread across from branch to branch. The green leaves above were acting as a dark green canopy and the distinct song of the birds of Vegetaseii could be heard.
The further into the forestry jungle the prince ventured, the closer he was coming to finding the pretty blue haired girl. Every tree he stepped behind he searched for the sign of her blue tunic or long exotic hair.
As he cursed to himself and found he had managed to get lost, he turned back around and found he was facing three paths which each looked identical to the first. Long, dusty and smothered with huge bushes, and leaves bigger than the prince.
His sense of direction wasn't as good as he first anticipated and now he had gotten himself lost, the scouter he had been wearing had gone off signal so nobody knew of his whereabouts.
This was not his favourite hunting spot; this was all new to the little prince yet he wasn't too happy…
"Who could blame him? He followed a stupid little girl."
Bra sleepily bit her lip hard. "Ommmm, I'm going to tell mummy you called her stupid!"
Hastily Vegeta held up his hands in surrender, "No sweetie, daddy didn't mean that it was a figure of speech! Your mother is a very very clever lady." Under his breath he muttered "And manipulative and devious."
Yawning Bra decided to drop the argument, Vegeta sweatdropped again then quickly drifted back into his story before he dug his own grave.
Disclaimer: Please could you let me know how you thought this chapter went? Would you prefer it if I got on with the bedtime story of continued to have vegeta and Bra moments?
I think if all goes to plan that there is only one or two more chapters left until this fanfic has finished so be prepared! tehehe reminds me of the lion king song 'be prepared'
Anyways sorry for the delay in writing, I am trying my hardest to get some of my fanfics finished as I have just way to many in the pipeline!
Please review thanks again!
