Prompt: Brush. Word count: 200.
A/N: This is the story I really wanted to do for this prompt.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
"Come on, it can't be that hard, can it?"
A low growl came from within the thick bushes. "Then why aren't you doing it?"
Bulma scoffed, looking down at her fancy dress and the wiggling butt that was sticking out of the untamed growth. "Simple because your daughter likes you better."
"She won't in a minute," Vegeta's voice came out strained as he reached for the object. How his daughter's favorite toy had been lost all the way out here, he would never know. "The damn thing's been missing all day, and she just now brought it up when she knew we had to leave?"
The woman laughed. "Mhm. It's not like she has you wrapped around her finger or anything."
A few sticks could be heard breaking and leaves shook as Vegeta finally emerged from the brush. Laughter filled the air again as Bulma reached up to pluck out a few small sticks from the man's spiky hair. The irate Saiyan handed the plush toy over to his wife as she handed him his suit jacket.
"Well next time she'll just have to cry," he grumbled.
"You wouldn't let her cry," Bulma scoffed as they headed toward the house.