Bras Bedtime Story

Chapter Four

A beautiful soft voice behind the prince, made him instantly turn around; the blue haired girl was standing angrily with her arms folded, Glaring menacingly at the Royal Saiyan.

"Why do you follow me for?" she asked angrily, her lips barely moving as she spoke.

Vegeta looked straight back into her gaze, and then swallowed a gulp of air. "I am a prince, I can do whatever I like woman."

The girl growled slightly, then lowered her eyebrows. "If you are a prince then why are you on this side of the river?"

"I can go wherever I like fool."

Vegeta would never admit to the girl that he had decided to follow her, he would also never confess to being lost in this jungle-wood he found himself standing in.

As if reading his mind, the girl rolled her eyes. "I suppose you want me to introduce myself, your highness."

This was one of the first ever females who hadn't bowed down in his presence, most would never dare speak or look at the heir in this manner as she was doing; and yet the prince was not feeling angry.

Bra yawned gently, before grabbing her unsuspecting fathers hand and nuzzling it against her cheek. "Its mommy, I already know."

Vegeta smiled gently at his tired daughter, "So is my story better than that old- I mean your grandmothers tales."

Bra nodded, "definitely daddy… I love it." she yawned again this time deeper, as Vegeta pulled his hand away and returned the duvets up to her neck.

"Would you like me to continue?"

Bra nodded sleepily, as she tucked further into her blankets and closed her eyes willingly.

"You don't believe that I am a prince!" Vegeta questioned angrily, this pretty girl was soon proving that she had quite a fearsome temper; either that or she was just plain stupid.

The prince was not sure which, however he was still lost and it was because of following this female that he had become so. Vegeta wished that he had spent the time and explored this area of the river before, he had commonly hunted closer to the grounds of the palace but he'd never ventured this far into the dense jungle.

'How am I to get out of this shit hole.' Vegeta thought to himself, and as if to answer his question a large beetle walked past rolling a large ball of dung.

The girl continued to glare waiting for the prince to say something else, she had chosen not to answer the question about believing if the upper class boy was a prince.

He looked to be about her age, he had a muscular build with the finest hairstyle she had ever seen on a Saiyan. Although she would not admit it to herself let alone him or anybody else; just looking at him made her feel funny inside.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION! WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE A STAY IN MY DUNGEONS!?"

The blue haired girl growled, then folded her arms and turned her back on the Royal Heir preparing to walk back through the tall trees.

Nobody had ever dared turn their back upon the prince, she was the first ever person and he honestly didn't know how to react. Should he blow her up with one of his tremendous attacks, or should he let her live and follow her out.

"DO NOT TURN YOUR BACK ON A PRINCE WOMAN!"

The girl angrily turned around, her fury was clearly being shown in her eyes; a look of hatred filled upon them at the sight of the great prince Vegeta.

"I WILL TURN MY BACK ON WHO I LIKE BONEHEAD!"

In a swift movement, the prince powered up and strapped his arms around the girl; her eyes widened as he tightened his grip ready to crush her neck.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Bra screamed a little to loudly, Vegeta held his ears before panicking.

His wife would certainly do more than kick him out of the bed if the screaming brat waked her.

As if to answer his panics, his mates voice echoed through the long halls; "VEGETAAAA!"

Quickly wrapping his arm around Bra's big mouth, he shut her up before answering back. "She just had a bad dream, GO BACK TO SLEEP WOMAN!" he paused before adding. "AND GET YOUR REAR OUT OF MY SPOT!"

Bulma's evil laugh reached the Saiyan's ears, answering his last comment she most certainly was in the middle of the bed; he suspected none the less.

Growling he glared at Bra who was still being muffled out by his hand, "What's got into you brat!"

Pulling his hand away, Bra stopped screaming them pouted to her daddy. "You said it was gonna be a nice story!"

Growling, Vegeta moved his attention to a yawning figure in the doorway. "BRAT BED!"

Trunks quickly obeyed his father, he was already in enough trouble after sneaking out, and he knew that the lack of sleep was going to catch up with him, in the global meeting the next morning.

Not wanting to take any chances of confronting his angry mother, he did not hesitate in running back to his room almost tripping over his long pyjama bottoms along the way.

'I can't tell a story!' Vegeta growled to himself as Bra quickly sniffed loudly then settled back down after her outburst.

If his daughter had her way, then the prince would fall in love with the pauper and they would live happily ever after in a castle.

Well whatever his little girl wanted, his little girl usually got…

Vegeta quickly released his grip, then looked down to what he had almost done.

The girl was shaking, but seemed unharmed and still had that fiery look in her eyes as before.

Before the prince even knew what he was doing he reached a hand forward and gently touched the girls cheek; "What is your name?" he asked as he stroked her cheek gently.

The girl stared at him differently for a few seconds as she tried to adjust as what the prince was doing, was she to tell him her name or anything about her… or should she just turn and leave.

"Bulma."

"What a beautiful name…" Vegeta whispered quietly, as he retracted his hand away shocked at this sudden atrocious outburst he was having; this was NOT how a prince should behave towards a peasant.

"You must be Vegeta." She said quietly back as she took a deep breath of air.

The prince had never before apologised in his life, it was such a weak and pitiful act that he would never bestow upon any person. Yet in the presence of this gorgeous mysterious girl he found himself wanting to beg down for forgiveness at trying to cause her harm.

Growling Vegeta sweat dropped and checked at the door, his eldest brat or mate could not EVER hear of this preposterous cheesy tale that he was inventing from the top of his head.

Still to this day he hated apologising even to Bulma, unless of course it was sarcasm that was a different matter.

Bra seemed to be lapping at this horrid new tale that he was being forced against his soul to tell.

The prince tried his hardest to force the words from his throat, that he wanted so badly to say; however it was never that easy. "I…."

Bulma narrowed her eyes, and then a smile grew slowly across her features making her look even more irresistible to the prince… those lips… he just wanted to kiss them.

He found his throat growing dry, not just at being wordless but also because of her sheer beauty.

Bulma laughed softly as she did at the bank of the river, the prince did not know how she was going to react. When she pulled her tail up and linked it around his he was immensely shocked.

It felt so soft and warm, gripping it tightly with his own tail he looked back to the beautiful blue haired Saiyan and then blushed. His cheeks turning a bright pink tinge, like the setting sun.

Vegeta decided he ought to explain to his daughter why the two were holding tails; "When two Saiyan's court each other, instead of holding hands they sometimes link their tails."

Bra nodded her head, then yawned again. So innocently she blinked and then asked. "Daddy what's court mean?"

Vegeta paused, many things flowing through his brain but none suited to his little girl. "Its… when two people are together." Cursing to himself how stupid that sounded, he was surprised when Bra understood.

"You mean in love like you and mommy?"

The Saiyan prince just nodded, and then blushed himself. Oh Bulma was going to have to do some serious payback the moment he found his way back into that lovely warm bed.

"I know nothing about you…" Vegeta confessed as he looked down to the linkage between them, the tails were tightly joined together. Neither letting go, nor neither wanting to.

"You know my names Bulma." she giggled, "and I know you're a stubborn obnoxious prince called Vegeta."

"I don't even know whether you are peasant or upper-class." Vegeta confessed, holding her tail even tighter to secretly show that he did not care.

Bulma looked to the ground, then her smile disappeared from her features. A stray tear trickled down her cheek, and before Vegeta could catch it, the salty watery particle fell to the floor.

"I used to live near here…" Bulma whispered, this time another tear followed, the prince found himself wiping it away with his hand.

"What do you mean used…?"

Taking a deep breath, she turned and leaned against his strong muscular chest. His armour was cold and hard, but still she could feel his beating heart underneath.

"I lived in the village in Clammire."

Clammire, that name seemed very familiar to the prince, in fact he could vaguely remember visiting it as a child. It was a harsh desert wilderness with a small village in the centre surrounded by rocky outcrops.

It was home to mainly third class Saiyan's, yet some of the guards had families that'd lived in that sector of the planet.

Clammire was the area, which had been completely destroyed by a blast fired by that evil lizard Freeza….

Vegeta was now truly wordless, it had only been a few months ago that it had happened; with all the occupants dying in a bloodied blast of pain. To this day not one had survived… until now it seemed.

He remembered receiving the news when he had just returned from a training mission from a close by planet with his good friend Radditz.

Freeza had wanted revenge for a group of space pirates, which had stolen from him and ruined his chances of conquering his brothers side of the universe.

They had reported back to Cooler what Freeza was planning to do, and then as a memorabilia had stolen some prized jewels and a space craft.

Needless to say, before they had even entered Vegetasaii's atmosphere they had been tracked and destroyed.

Then of course Freeza had come to the planet looking for his revenge.

Bra let out a small sob, as Vegeta crawled over the bed to get closer to his little princess.

Wrapping his arms protectively around her, and the duvets he tucked up beneath them also allowing Bra to cuddle up to his warm body.

"Its just a story princess…" Vegeta said quietly as he nuzzled her face with his; something he could remember his mother doing when he was a very small child.

"But its real too…. Freeza did-"

Vegeta shushed her with a kiss to her forehead; he wished he hadn't bought that perverted lizard into the story. Just the thought of Freeza to this day still bought a cold shiver to his blood, if it wasn't for that demented inbred reptile he would still have a planet, a real birthplace… where his roots were, and could stay.

Bra snuggled closer to her daddy, then closed her eyes as she laid upon his chest breathing in his scent.

She always had been a daddies girl, ever since day one when she had came from her mother; whenever she was hurt she'd gone to daddy, whenever she was angry she had gone to daddy and whenever she wanted a cuddle she had also gone to daddy.

He was just so strong and powerful; he could both protect her and cuddle her. What more could a little girl want…

"Do you want me to finish… its nearly over with…" Vegeta said quietly as he stroked her hair and looked down to the half sleeping form of Bra.

Bra mumbled what sounded to be a yes, so Vegeta quickly continued whilst also trying to figure out a way he could escape once Bra had fallen asleep.

"Where are you living now?" The prince asked, almost not wanting to know the answer.

"I have a small house close to here… I live with a couple of men who also…….." Bulma finally broke down in a pool of tears sobbing into his chest, and Vegeta did the only thing he could think of doing.

Still with his tail wrapped in hers, he pulled her by the waist and held her even closer to his body.

"You are coming back to the palace with me." He whispered quietly into her ear before he playfully bit her neck.

The girl soon stopped sobbing, and then shoved him playfully. "I cant live in a palace!"

Vegeta lowered his playful look then pulled a puzzled expression, he paused as he released her tail and then wrapped it around her waist securing the girl to the spot. "Why in this galaxy not?"

"I cant just go and live in a palace, I'm not a princess! I'm used to a really small home, with small everything!" The girl was smiling widely, almost not wanting to believe the proposition herself.

"Of course you can. You will be treated as a princess would." He paused, "You would have your own quarters, an unlimited supply of food, servants to cater for your every wish…" The heir paused again and then smirked, "and a prince to shout at when you want."

Bulma blinked, she had known this guy for a few minutes and already he was inviting her into his home. He must be crazy, that was the only explanation.

"Your parents would-"

"My parents would be overwhelmed that I have found such a beautiful female, and that I have finally done some good."

Bulma's mind was made up, it didn't take much arguing and by the looks of things even if she did disagree it didn't look as though Vegeta was going to loosen his protective grip anytime soon.

"Okay… then I will."

The prince felt his stomach tighten with excitement, what had he just gotten himself into.

He knew his mother would be over the galaxies stars that he had found a mate, his father… well he would just have to get used to it.

Bulma and Vegeta lived together in the castle, everybody even the King accepted them as mates; Bulma truly did look like a real queen and she certainly played the part well, the dresses made her look even more beautiful much to the hatred of some of the girls in the kingdom, and soon she was referred to as Princess Bulma. Her throne next to the princes, and almost constantly in one another's company - except when the prince was out training of course or when Bulma was doing girly things.

The prince had found the mate of his life, and she too had found him.

A few years later, they had an official bonding ceremony, and were finally seen in the eyes of the dark Saiyan as true mates for life.

After that Bulma gave birth to a little purple haired Saiyan brat, and then a beautiful Saiyan princess that looked almost identical to her…

They all lived happily ever after on the planet of Vegetaseii….

Vegeta found himself yawning slightly, as he lowered his head to the pillow and shut his eyes. Bra was now sound asleep on his chest no doubt dreaming away of princes and princesses.

Forcing himself awake, he decided he had to make his way back to his own quarters and be with his mate. This bed was far too small, and he found the huge clumbersome soft toys slightly terrifying as they stared at him through the dark.

As soon as Bra was nearly asleep Vegeta had switched the lights off with the remote next to the bed, now the eyes of the soft toys were all staring blankly at him in an eerie way. He could almost picture his mate sleeping comfortably in his favourite spot of the bed; all alone… a whole super queen size bed… whilst he was squashed into a little wooden kids bed.

He HAD to break away from Bra…


Disclaimer: One more chapter (an epilogue) and then this is finished.

Sobs :-0( I am going to be quite sad when I do post the last chapter its been very fun writing this, although I had some trouble with the bedtime tale it took so much plotting and certainly changed dramatically I have thoroughly enjoyed it!

I have another version of the tale in plot form, its much longer and of course isn't as cute. I am thinking of posting it as a fanfic once I finish a couple of mine what do you all think?

I really am happy that you all think this is cute! It was what I was aiming for, and I'm happy I have managed!!! Operation successull! Objective complete!

(Vegeta and Bra… awwwwww)

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