Prince, Hero, Daddy : A Short, Sweet
Story About Vegeta and Bra
By Aoi Kami Sarah
"Waaaaa!!!" Bra screamed and
kicked her feet and thrashed her hands against the
ground as she geared up into her third tantrum of the day. Her brother rolled his eyes and
"Would you stop already?" he asked, annoyed. "We have to go home."
"I don' wanna!!!"
"Mom's waiting, we HAVE to go NOW."
Trunks grabbed her hand and began
pulling her off of the merry-go-round. She screamed louder, attracting the attention of all
around who glared at the teen boy with severe disapproval. 'If only they could come home
with us and see that it's not me who's EVIL!' he thought as he dragged her back to the car.
By the time they got home, Bra was quiet. For a five year old, she could pull the
silent treatment like a pro. Trunks began to get lulled into the guilt trip.
"Bra? Bra say something." She
pouted and looked down at her feet as they walked
to the house. "Bra, I'm sorry I had to yell at you, but you gotta do what I say..."
Before he could finish his speech, Bra
heard a familiar voice around the corner and
her face lit up. She ran towards it. "Daddy!!" she cried and ran into him. She clutched his
leg and hugged it. Vegeta rolled his eyes.
"Trunks. You're late."
"I know Dad, but.."
"But nothing. Now go see what your mother wants."
Trunks grumbled under his breath as he
trudged to the kitchen, leaving Bra with
"And you.." he said as he looked
down on the aqua haired leech on his leg. He
picked her up and held her at arm's length. She beamed at him. Her face was covered with
chocolate ice-cream stains and her hands were brown with dirt. "You're filthy! Go get
cleaned up before your mother sees you and starts yelling." He put her down and pointed to
the nearest bathroom.
"Okay Daddy!" Bra skipped down the hallway to wash up.
"Dinner! Hurry up or miss out!"
Bulma called to her family. The men both rushed
in and seated themselves quickly. It was Thursday night and they were all expected to be
there for 'family dinner' per Bulma's mandate. Bra skipped in and hopped up onto her seat,
smiling from ear to ear. Her hands were clean, but her face was still covered in sticky, brown
ice-cream. Vegeta and Trunks looked horrified from her to Bulma several times in rapid
succession. Soon, what they feared came to pass as she caught a glimpse of Bra's face and
did a double take.
"Young lady! Your face is so dirty!!"
she yelled and glared at Trunks. "I thought I
could trust you to take care of your sister!"
Vegeta began to eat quickly, hoping to duck out before things got ugly.
"Mom, she's a brat! She wouldn't let
me touch her and she made me look like a jerk
at the carnival!"
Bra began to sniffle as the voices raised.
"I don't care about your image, you
had a responsibility, young man, and you failed
to keep it! And Bra is not a brat!"
She broke into a full wail and Bulma turned
her attention to the little girl. Trunks
looked to his father, and saw that he had already devoured his food and sneaked away.
'Lucky bastard,' he thought and furrowed his brows.
Bulma picked her daughter up and noticed
her husband's absence. She began to
curse him, replacing the expletives with euphemisms. "That good for nothing, motherless..
snake in the grass!!" Bra quieted and leaned against her shoulder. Bulma sighed and kissed
the top of her head. "I think someone needs a nap."
'Yeah, two someone's!' Trunks thought as he tried to sneak out as well.
Bulma cleared her throat. "And where do YOU think you're going?"
He stopped in his tracks and made a face. "Nowhere?"
His mother adjusted Bra on her hip and
began to go into a tirade, but before she
could open her mouth, her face contorted and she sneezed violently. "Don't you have
homework to do?" she asked as she took the girl to her bedroom. She sneezed again on the
"They never ONCE let me get away with
crying to get my way when I was her age!"
Trunks complained as he closed the door. He looked at the pile of books and disorganized
papers on his desk. He sighed, flopped down on his bed and grabbed the remote. He turned
on the TV but as soon as the picture came on it went back off again.
Bulma's face appeared on the screen. "No TV till you finish your homework!"
"AHHHH!!!" he growled and threw
the remote. It bounced off the monitor as
Bulma winked out. "I'm a prisoner in my own house!!" He folded his arms and frowned
Bulma cursed under her breath and flicked the lights in Bra's room off. She sneezed
three times in a row and walked down to her bedroom.
Vegeta came out of the shower later that night in the mood for a bit of fun.
"Achoo!.. uhnnn..." Bulma moaned
and blew her nose again. There was a steadily
growing pile of used Kleenex on the floor at her bedside.
"What the hell's the matter with YOU?" he asked brusquely.
"What the hell's it look like!? I'm
.. I'm.." she stuttered as she reeled back for
another sneeze. "ACHOO! Sick."
The Prince cringed and stepped back. "Well stop it."
"I can't stop it, it's a cold!"
He raised a brow. "Don't tell me you've never been
The look he gave her told her no.
"Lucky bastard." Vegeta turned
and began to walk out the door. "Hey! Where're ya
"To the gravity chamber. I'm not about to break such long-standing record."
"Ok, I see... You're AFRAID to get
sick." Bulma threw another tissue on the pile
and smirked at him.
"Excuse me? I am not afraid of your
germs. You're a mess. You think I want to try
sleeping next to something that coughs, sneezes and oozes mucus all night?"
"Fine! Good! Have fun sleeping out on the hard floor in the chamber!"
"I've put a futon in there, actually, so I'll sleep like a baby!"
Bulma seethed. "Good! You'll need
it, because if I'm still sick tomorrow, you're
gonna have a busy day!"
Vegeta froze in his tracks. "What are you talking about?"
She started to laugh and cough at the same
time. It took her a moment to recover.
Vegeta glared at her. "I volunteered to be a chaperone for Bra's kindergarten field trip and
Trunks has a test tomorrow so he can't do it. It's up to you, Daddy!" His jaw dropped and
Bulma laughed and coughed louder. Vegeta grumbled like Yosemite Sam as he left for his
uncomfortable couch which becomes an even more uncomfortable bed.
Twenty some odd, six year old children
and a handful of adults gathered at the
Western Hills Elementary School grounds.
"Are we almost ready to go?"
asked one of the mothers who had volunteered to
"Ms. Briefs isn't here yet with Bra."
"Oh good! I was hoping she'd come!
I've always wanted to meet the richest woman
in the world!"
"Good morning, Mrs. Goto!" Bra
piped as she joined her classmates. The mothers
and Mrs. Goto raised a collective brow at her companion. "Moma's got the flu so my
Daddy's coming with us!"
There was an awkward silence as the mothers
took in the muscular man. One mom
pushed her way to the front of the crowd and introduced herself.
"Hiiii... I'm Mrs. Yamada!" She
batted her long, blue eyelashes at him. All other
women present rolled their eyes.
The door screamed shut behind the Prince
and he winced at the sound of it and the
din of twenty young children blathering simultaneously.
"You can sit with ME, Mr. Ojisama!"
Mrs. Yamada piped. She gripped the back of
the seat in front of her and arched her back as she said this. He narrowed his eyes, but took
the seat, as it was the only one left on the crowded school bus.
"How far is it to this.. village place?"
"It's about an hour to Mystic Village,
Mr. Ojisama," Mrs. Goto replied as she
handed him the itinerary. "Here's a map and time table of the things we plan on doing today.
It looks like rain, though so, we will probably skip the boat tour of the harbor."
"Oh. Too bad," he moaned sarcastically and pocketed the itinerary.
"Soooo..." Mrs. Yamada blinked
her long eyelashes at him. "What's it like being the
richest man on Earth?!"
Vegeta held back the growl he so wanted
to intimidate this woman into silence with.
His least desire was giving Bulma fodder for future insult, and making a scene in front of
Bra's teacher and the other parents would certainly do that. 'One hour,' he thought. 'Just one
Clouds threatened over the harbor as they
got off the bus. Vegeta's sensitive nose
immediately began sniffing and he made an unpleasant face.
"Whoa...!" cried a child at his
feet and began dry heaving. Vegeta backed away from
"Come on, Jefi, you're off the bus
now sweetheart!" Mrs. Goto rubbed his back and
"'S'not the buu..u...u..us." He held his nose.
Vegeta smelled it too. "What IS that terrible stench!?"
"Stench?" she asked. "OH!
That's the harbor. Must be low tide. Children, we'll learn
about tides on our tour today!"
"Yay!" They cheered.
"Ugh..." Vegeta sneered and held
his shirt over his nose. His daughter blinked up at
"All right, here's your group Mr. Ojisama. Bra, could you introduce everyone?"
"Okay!" she beamed. "Daddy,
this is my friend Sheri, my friend Matto, my friend
Ami and that's Jefi. He has cooties."
"Do...oo not," wretched Jefi.
"Is he going to be sick right here?" The Prince asked, disgusted.
The children looked to Jefi. He shook his head no.
"Good. There will be no.. ugh.. VOMITING on this outing. Is that understood?"
The other children cowered a bit and nodded.
Bra simply beamed. Today she got to
show off her Daddy who she talked about constantly to all her friends, who were much
more intimidated than impressed. When she looked up at him, he was as tall as a sky
scraper and when she beat on him, he was stronger than anything. She wished she could tell
everyone that her Daddy was a Prince and that she was a Princess, but her Daddy told her
that if she told anyone, they'd all be so jealous that they wouldn't like her anymore. Besides,
Bra thought, this was her and her Daddy's secret. Well, her Moma and Trunks knew too.
But even if she wasn't a princess or rich, she'd still be special. Her Daddy had said so.
"What are you staring at?" Vegeta raised a brow.
She shrugged. 'A Prince!' she thought to herself and giggled.
The groups were to split up so as not to
overwhelm each exhibit at the Village. Mrs.
Goto pointed the various parents in the appropriate directions and took her own group on
Vegeta lead his little entourage to the
first exhibit: a demonstration of old fashioned
tanning techniques. A man in period costume welcomed them in to the little, crude house
and began his mini-lecture on the process of taking raw hide and turning it into workable
The three girls began to sniffle. Hearing
his daughter's tears, Vegeta looked down at
her. "What's the matter?" he barked.
"Daddy," she asked, pinching
a bit of the skin on her little arm. "Is that really like
the man said?" She grabbed a piece of finished leather and held it up to her arm.
"Is it really skin?"
Vegeta raised a brow. "What kind of
a question is that? Of course it's skin. That's
what he said it was, wasn't it?"
Bra, Sheri and Ami began to cry softly.
Bra looked up to him with huge, watery
eyes. "Daddy? Wouldn't the cows be cold without their skin?"
Vegeta was about to have the man explain
again when he choked. "No, Bra. They're
not cold," he said and quickly ushered the children out of the house.
Once outside, he breathed a sigh of relief,
the scrunched his nose back up again.
"Uck! That smell!"
The boy called Jefi wretched in agreement
with him. Vegeta's eyes widened. "Oh no
you don't!" he shouted and herded them into the next stop on the tour: soap making. 'Good,'
he thought as he looked at the icon of a bar of soap over the symbol for the house on the
map Mrs. Goto had given him. 'Something that smells nice, at least...'
"Before there was Dove or Ivory or
Irish Spring, people used to make soap in big
kettles like these..." a woman in a long skirt, stirring a steaming cauldron informed a group
which had already gathered. "The main ingredients were lye and lard!"
The smell of the stuff hit Vegeta like
a ton of bricks. "Oh god!" he cried and before
Jefi could start to barf, he grabbed the kids and moved on to the third site.
The third stop was candle making and fortunately,
all the candles had already been
made and their ingredients were not sick-making. The kids listened intently as a young
woman told them how the wicks were dipped over and over into the wax to produce tapers.
Vegeta sighed and watched Bra count the rings on the inside of a broken stick. The other
children were very well behaved, he thought to himself, then gasped in alarm.
"Damn it! Wasn't there another brat
with us!?" he counted them off again. There
was one boy and three girls. "Where's that other boy? The one without the cooties!"
"I don' have cooties!"
"Oh yes you do, now where's the other
one!?" He looked around the house in vain.
Matto had disappeared.
Bulma popped into Vegeta's mind, sneezing
and red faced, she screamed at him.
'You LOST a kid!?!'
"Damn it!" he cursed again. "Everyone
hold hands and march!" he bellowed, and
forced the remaining children back to the last exhibit, all the while keeping them in front of
him in order to keep an eye on them.
Bra and her friends called out for Matto,
but there was no answer and he was not in
anywhere near the soap maker.
Vegeta began to get angry. "Bra, where did he go?!"
The little girl furrowed her brows and
turned around in place. Suddenly she pointed
up. In the tree which leaned over them, giggling in the branches was Matto.
Vegeta wanted to fly up, grab the kid and
shake a couple of years off of him, but
people were already beginning to stare at the visibly displeased Saiyan. "You," he hissed
and turned on the intimidation he had pent up from the bus ride. "Get OUT of that tree
NOW." His voice was calm, but sent a chill down Matto's back. He scurried down and
looked up at Vegeta in terror. "Good. Now. STAY with the GROUP, or ELSE."
Matto nodded quickly and they continued on their way.
Goten met Trunks by the back door in the
theater after third period. He was nervous,
but knew that Trunks had a plan. Within moments, the teen boy stepped out from behind a
curtain on stage left and joined him.
"So what's up?" Goten whispered.
"We're playin' hooky, that's what."
"But Trunks... don't you have a test?"
"Just took it. Come on."
"Aw come on, Goten! Live a little!"
"What's the big deal? We'll just hang around the mall and play video games again.."
"Oh no my friend. Today, I got somethin' special."
Goten raised an eyebrow.
The rain started just as they left the
Cooper's demonstration of barrel-making.
Vegeta turned the map around a few times, looking for something that wasn't out of doors,
but in order to get to anything in the Village, one had to walk outside. The children all
opened their Capsule umbrellas. Vegeta had not thought of such a precaution and the rain
pounded down on his shirt, making it cling to his chest.
Mrs. Yamada's group just happened to be passing by at that very moment.
"Oh! Mr. Ojisama! You're getting all
WET!" she cried and rummaged in her purse.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have an extra umbrella... maybe we could share..." she giggled.
He was at a loss as to what to say to this
ridiculous woman, but his daughter saved
him. Bra tugged at his sleeve. "Daddy, you can use mine..." she held it out to him and
blinked away the raindrops that fell into her eyes.
"Don't be stupid!" Vegeta growled
and picked her up. The small, pink umbrella
covered the little girl and a tiny portion of his right shoulder. "You think I'm going to melt
Mrs. Yamada knew when she was beat, even
if it was by a six-year-old girl. She
shrugged and moved her group along to the Cooper.
Back in the Western Capital, the sun was
still shining. It glinted off the blue-black
roadster as Trunks rolled it out of the garage.
"Oooohhh," Goten marveled. "Vegeta's
car. Trunks, don't you think this is a little
"Nah. He's on a field trip with Bra
and Mom's asleep with the flu. We're golden!"
He started the engine and it purred to life. He made a self-satisfied face and relaxed in the
seat. "If you have the means," he quoted. "I highly suggest picking one up. It is so choice."
Goten gave up and got in the left hand
side. He had to admit, that smile was
contagious. Trunks popped in a CD of 'Ride of the Valkyries' and the boys tore off down
The sky was lightening, but the rain still
came down as they were finishing up their
last exhibit: an indoor lecture on whaling. There were plenty of weird things for the children
to look at, so they weren't getting bored. Vegeta took the opportunity to distance himself and
shake the water from his fairly limp hair like a dog. It immediately stuck back up again. He
was wet and fairly tired from chasing these brats around all day. 'Damn it. If that woman
wasn't sick...' he grumbled to himself, but was cut off as something latched itself on to his
"Daddy!" Bra cried and smiled her wide, toothy grin at him.
One of her teeth on the bottom had fallen
out last week. He thought this was a very
strange thing to happen, as he could not recall his teeth falling out when he was that age.
Nor could he recall the loss of his son's teeth. Bulma assured him that all of Trunks' baby
teeth had in fact fallen out to make way for his adult teeth and even showed him a picture to
prove it. Vegeta didn't admit it then, not even to himself, that he had simply not paid attention
to this stage of his son's life. He had not paid much attention to him at all.
Bra was different. There was something
magical about her smile, the way she
grabbed a hold of him and squeezed with all her might, knowing she could do him no harm.
He looked down on her now and smiled a little. "Are we done yet?" he moaned.
"Almost! I wanna go to the gift shop!"
"Yeah! I want a souvenir!"
"Ok, ok. We'll get you a souvenir,"
he picked her up and herded the other kids out
of the whaling building. Only three little umbrella's opened up in front of him. Vegeta's
heart sank. "Ah, crap! Where's the other one again!?!"
They ran outside. A small crowd had gathered
at the edge of the pier by the boat
they would have taken had it been sunny out. Vegeta could only guess who they were
watching. He scooped up the other children and ran towards it.
"MATTO!" he yelled at the ship.
A small figure was hanging perilously from the
crow's nest on the main mast, some 150 feet in the air. Mrs. Yamada and her group were in
the crowd. He deposited his charges at her feet. "You," he barked at her. "Keep an eye on
Vegeta ran onto the ship and shielded his
eyes against the rain as he looked up the
mast. 'Damn. If these people weren't around I could pluck the little bastard out of there no
problem!' "Matto! Get down here!!" he barked.
The boy looked down at him and lost his
footing. He screamed as he fell a short
distance, catching himself in the ropes by his left leg. Matto wailed, hurt and afraid. "Damn
it, boy I TOLD you not to wander off!" The Prince looked both ways and disguising his
flight with hand and leg movements which would trick the people below into thinking he
was in fact climbing, he reached Matto and extracted him from the ropes.
The boy was so surprised that he stopped
crying for a moment. "That's better. Now
come on. You've caused enough trouble for one day." They descended the same way.
Vegeta was met with cheers from the crowd which made him smirk. 'Well, at least I got
SOMETHING out of this fiasco.'
"Yay! Daddy! You're a hero!" Bra chimed and clapped her hands together.
"Young lady! Where's you're umbrella?"
Vegeta scolded. The little girl was soaking
"Oh! Guess I forgot!" she dug
in her pocket and extracted the Capsule. "Can we go
get a souvenir now?"
"Yeah! Souvenirs!" the other children cheered.
"As long as we can go home after that, sure."
Bra and her little friends chatted and sang jump-rope songs the whole way home. It
was four o'clock by the time they pulled into the school parking lot. Vegeta hauled the bags
of 'souvenirs' that Bra had asked him to buy her off the bus and dumped them into the trunk
of the family car.
The sky was partly cloudy in the city,
and the occasional sunlight felt good on his
back. He wanted to take off the damp shirt, but the mothers were watching him even closer
now that he was a 'hero'. Matto's mother was surrounded by them and came up to the Prince
as he was closing the trunk.
"I can't thank you enough, Mr. Ojisama
for saving my Matto! He's such a little
monster some times!"
"Mr. Ojisama flew up and got me, Mom!"
Matto chimed. The mothers laughed at
"Yes, yes, you certainly are a super-hero,
Mr. Ojisama! Bulma is a very, very lucky
woman!" That being said, they all dispersed and Vegeta opened the passenger side door for
"Ah.. ah.." Bra closed her eyes and reeled back. "Achoo!" she sneezed petitly.
"Oh, no. Not you too!" he moaned.
"I don' feel good..." Bra whined.
Vegeta started the car. "Just hang
in there. Five minutes and we'll be home." He
made sure she was belted in and sped off for Capsule. Bra nodded and cracked the window
for air. She rested against the door and her eyes closed. Vegeta kept one eye on her and one
on the road, making sure the little girl was all right.
Goten waved good-bye and took to the air
only minutes before the family car pulled
into the garage beside the Aston Martin. The boys had been home for an hour, so the auto
had completely cooled off.
Vegeta left the toys in the back and went
around to get Bra out of the passenger
side. He opened the door, unbelted her and just as he went to pick the sleepy girl out of the
car, she lost all the candy and sweets he had let her consume throughout the day all over him
and the interior of the car.
"Ugh...." he sighed. His nose wrinkled up. Before he could curse, Bra began to cry.
"Waaaaaaa.... I'm sorry Daddy....!"
He grimaced and picked her up. "It's
all right, it's just.. ugh.. vomit. Come on." He
took her directly upstairs to her bathroom. He drew a bath and told her to get in it while he
cleaned out the car. She rubbed her eyes and nodded. Vegeta closed the door and stripped
off his soiled shirt.
The car was a mess. Fortunately, the cleaning
bots did all the dirty work. He turned
them on and walked back inside. On the way, he stopped and admired his car. The family
car was a good vehicle, but it was no Aston Martin, he thought. 'Good damn thing I left it
home today!' The smile that formed at this thought fell and he leaned closer to inspect an
anomaly. On the driver's side door was a tiny white mark, not even a real dent, just a bit of
paint, perhaps from someone else's car door which had banged into it in a parking lot.
Vegeta's hair bristled. He KNEW that mark wasn't there last time he checked. The Prince
leaned in further and set his nose to work, sniffing out the culprit.
The boy jumped out of his skin. "NO
WAY!" he panicked. "There's no way he
coulda found out! Unless.." he thought about Goten. Maybe he had gotten nailed on his
way out. "Crap!" Trunks tried to look busy with his homework when Vegeta came into his
"Uh, hi Dad, what seems to be the
trouble?" he asked as if talking to an officer of
"Oh, nothing." He folded his
arms. 'Not going to confess, eh?' he thought. 'Well
then...' "Tomorrow's Saturday, right?"
"You and I are going on a little training
mission BRIGHT and EARLY tomorrow,
so, get your beauty sleep." He turned, smirked and left him to wonder.
Trunks stared, slack-jawed at the door long after his father had departed. "Damn it!"
"Little bastard," Vegeta grumbled.
"Looks like he needs some straightening out.
This weekend should take care of that..." The happy splashing sounds coming from the
bathroom eased his tension. He knocked a few times. "You almost done in there, little
"Almost!" Bra piped back. Vegeta
leaned his back up against the door and waited.
She emerged at last in two thick towels, one wrapped around her body and one around her
head. She was lost in a sea of terry cloth. Vegeta grinned and scooped her off the ground.
Bra giggled shamelessly as he tucked her under his arm and toted her into her room.
"Get your night gown."
"But Daaaaddyyyyy," she whined. "It's only ... ah.. ah.. ah.. achoo! Five o'clock!"
"And you're sick. You will do as I
say!" He pointed to her dresser. She hung her
head and got out a long, pink and white flannel gown. He took this in one hand and pulled
the towel off her head as she removed the towel from her body. He then dropped the
nightgown down on her waiting arms without looking at her. When she was done, he picked
her up and put her into her bed.
"Daddy... what if I can't sleep?" she asked.
"You will, now good night." He turned and walked away.
Vegeta slumped his shoulders. He walked
back over to her and bowed down.
"What if I can't...?" she whispered. "Will you read me a story..?"
"Sure," he lied. All the books
in her little child's library were in a language he could
not read. "Go to sleep." He kissed her on the forehead.
"I love you Daddy, G'night."
Vegeta backed out of the room and dimmed
the lights. He whispered, "love you
too," and left the door open a crack for her without having to be asked to.
The following Monday, a tray with orange
juice, saltines, tea, toast and ginger ale
jangled up the stairs and down the hallway. The door slid open and a form under the covers
"Rise and shine!" Bulma chimed and set the tray down on the end table.
"Ugh," Vegeta turned over and opened his puffy eyes.
"Blah, Vegeta, you look like ass."
"Thanks," he moaned. "You looked worse when your were sick."
"Aw, man, even your come-backs are
hurting!" she handed him the OJ and sat down
next to him. "Shouldn't been more that a couple days now. You know, if you hadn't gone
out into the rainy wilderness with Trunks all weekend you probably wouldn't be sick now."
"Well, Mr. Sunshine. I'll leave you
to your misery. I have a lot of work I need to
catch up with." She kissed his forehead and he groaned again. "Get some sleep, Super
Hero." Bulma made sure he saw her genuine smile before she left the room.
"Finally. Some peace and quiet!"
He downed the juice and pulled the covers back
over his chin. The sound of the door made him wince. 'Maybe if I pretend to be asleep, she
won't bother me!' he thought, expecting this was his wife, come back to harass him some
The sound of tiny feet crossing the thick
carpet made his ears perk up. Then
something small hopped up on to the bed, crawled over him and snuggled its way into the
covers beside him. Slowly Vegeta opened his eyes. Bra was already fast asleep. He smiled,
reached over, clicked off the light and did likewise. Her soft, comfortable snoring lulled him
back to sleep.