Little three year-old Bra Briefs was walking down the long dark hallway from her room to her big brother's room. She didn't want to bug her mom or dad, but she enjoys bugging her older brother very much. She just finds it amusing to get him mad. Trunks on the other hand, doesn't like it one bit.

Bra got to Trunks's room and tiptoed over to his bed where Trunks was fast asleep.

"Twunkth, Twunkth, pweath wake up." Bra said while shaking her brother, attempting to get him to wake up. (A/N Bra doesn't know how to pronounce certain words right. Her "r's" and "l's" sound like "w's" and her "s's" sound like "th's".) "Twunkth, pweath get up now!!" Bra shouted in Trunks's ear. That did the trick.

"Huh," Trunks got up groggily. He looked down to see his little sister staring up at him with her big, innocent cerulean eyes. "Hey Bra- chan, what are you doing in here?" Trunks asked.

"Twunkth, I had a bad dweam and now I can't thweep. Can I thweep with you big brother?" Bra asked sweetly with a big smile plastered on her face.

"Uh, sure. I guess so. Hop aboard lil sis."

"Thank you Twunkth. I wove you." Bra said, giving Trunks a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Oyasumi nasai, Bra-chan."

"Night, Twunkth."

Bra snuggled up close to Trunks to keep warm. They both soon fell fast asleep. After that night, Bra rarely ever had another nightmare again.

Every night Trunks would go in Bra's room to tuck her in bed and tell her bedtime stories to help her get to sleep easier. Their parents didn't even know this was going on. If they ever did ever did find out, they'd make sure that Trunks would never hear the end of it.