Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bra's Giggles ❯ Bra's Giggles ( One-Shot )

Bulma sighed as she picked up yet another piece of discarded clothing.

" It's so like him, just not caring if anyone pick's it up or not.... He can be such a pig, well let him get this straight, if he keeps throwing his stuff about like this I am going to ban him from the bedroom for at least a week"

Bra, sitting in the living room hearing her mother nag, would have been shocked about the notion of her parents having sex if she wouldn't have been confronted with it about every other day. She was only twelve but she had already learned not to walk into ANY room at all without knocking and giving her parents fifteen seconds to get dressed.

She began smiling as her father walked into the room. She just knew this was gonna be good. Watching them brawl really made her day. No Jerry Springer show could ever compete with the sight of her father powering up fully and transforming only to have his ass mentally kicked by her mum who, in Bra's opinion, had more edges than a razorblade shop.

" Vegeta, it can't go on like this!"

Caught completely unaware Vegeta had no time to gather his wits and replied with a meagre, "What can't go on?"

As soon as the words had left his mouth he realized his mistake. He had just handed her at least fifteen minutes to tell him what EXACTLY he had done wrong, and another two days in which she could complain he never noticed what was important to HER, and what mattered to HER.

Bulma's eyes began to twinkle as she came to the same conclusion a split second later, "You have no idea what women want, do you? You just walk around all mighty without ever placing yourself in my shoes! I don't know if they stood for that on YOUR planet, but over here things don't work that way mister!"

Vegeta looked down without saying a word. Slightly tilting his head he stared intensely at the ground before mumbling a couple of words and retreating from the room.

Bra burst out in laughter as her mothers mouth fell open...

Bulma squinted her eyes and turned towards her daughter.

"What did that man say?"

Bra got her composure back slightly and repeated his words somewhat louder

"Your shoes look uncomfortable and are about two sizes to small, that and they are ugly!"

" Did he just call my $300, 00 shoes UGLY? No taste at all! What DID the woman on his planet teach him?"

"Don't you know? You have been married to him for at least a century and he never even told you his best story?

Bulma turned her full attention to the little girl on the couch, who was currently chewing on one of her strands of hair.

" No, your father never told me that, that's why I am sure you are gonna tell it instead of him, and before you begin protesting let's get a few things straight. One - I hold the purse strings, meaning your allowance. Two - HE will forgive you, I won't. Three - I know the guy you like so much has been making advances. Now you wouldn't want your father to know that now would you?"

Bra sighed, there was really nothing that helped against her mother once she was on a roll, " Point taken Madam!"

Taking a deep breath and hoping she would be far away when her father found out she told this she began talking. "Okay, this happened ages ago when dad still lived on Vegeta-sei."

The planet Vegeta had a problem, a serious problem. It's inhabitants had all lived hard lives since they entered the business of selling planets. Terrible things had to be done and where enjoyed by all but few. Many a men only found true happiness standing on a battlefield inhaling the fumes of charred flesh whilst standing in the former blast-zone of whatever the locals had used as repellent. It wasn't unusual at all to send down 6 or 700 thousand to a region where nuclear devices had been deployed within the last half hour. Of course all the radiation and toxic fumes on alien planets had their effects on the constitution of the Saiyan race. It soon became apparent that the body's of Saiyan men didn't function properly anymore.

Dozens of scientists where baffled when female Saiyan's became rarer every year. Finally one brilliant man discovered what the problem was; normal male reproduction cells give either an X or a Y chromosome. Y standing for male and X for female. Somehow the constant exposure to radiation and toxics had all but destroyed the capacity for males to pass on their X chromosomes and increased the chance of passing on the Y chromosome. More tests where conducted and a very sad day it was indeed when it became apparent that this deformity was hereditary. Meaning that from a normal fifty percent chance for a female this number had plummeted to one percent.

Perhaps things could have changed for the better still if the general attitude had as well. This wasn't the case however. Women were now more valuable and highly sought after, but they where none the better of themselves. A life of servitude was all they had to look forward to. Being used as no more than breeding factory's they where now even more the subject of abuse. The few females born had to continue the entire race and had to be pregnant almost their whole lives.

There was really only one way out of this abuse-ridden life. Saiyan law dictated that no one could be forced to marry someone with a lower power level. This was of course to prevent thinning strong blood too much. Most Saiyan females where kept hidden from the world training their days away making it possible for them to refuse low class Saiyan's. They still had to live awful lives, but at least they lived them in comfort.

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When he reached his eighth birthday it was just about time for Vegeta to find a fiancée. He, of course refused, as all little boy's do, and so called upon his right to prevent being promised to someone weaker than himself. He fought many a female some quite a bit older as well who tried for the highest position, Queen! Vegeta grew happier and happier as he defeated them one by one, much to the surprise and frustration of his father.

One day in the week he reserved for these matches and he trained all the other days making sure he could not be beaten. One day when he made his normal round scouting out the competition he saw one little girl who he took a shine to. She trained rigorously and meditated the rest of her hours. He sent out his old nursemaid to check her out and she came back with glowing reviews about the strength, beauty and will of the raven-haired child. Her name was Aexela, and she was in comparison to the rest of the woman there as a strong summer sun compared to a dull day full of sleet. Vegeta secluded himself and meditated. After some time he called forth a messenger and told him to put this Aexela in the first fight so he would face her before any other. He had decided to fight her even though he had already decided he respected her enough to agree to a later marriage. His train of thought couldn't stop fantasising about her, thanking him for his selfless act by agreeing to marriage, he saw himself as her saviour in every vision and he enjoyed it quite a bit!

He greeted her before the match and couldn't wait to be able to call Aexela his. Things didn't work out the way he planned it, however, and to make a long story short, he lost the fight. Angry he stood up wiping the blood from his mouth. Bitter resentment grew within him and he saw his glorious visions disappear as quickly as they had come up. At least the girl was his even if it HAD caused him his pride and much of his honour. She had fought specifically for the honour of being engaged to him so that was his small victory in this gigantic loss.

Again things didn't go as planned. Aexela landed gracefully on her feet after delivering the smack down blow to Vegeta and walked over to him. Vegeta stood up to congratulate her ( even though he didn't really feel like it) when she walked right passed him. She turned to King Vegeta and announced she had indeed won the fight, but had no desire to marry the prince. She loved another Saiyan, a third class one no less. She had to fight because it had been her father's wish, but since she had won she now had the right to choose any man she wanted to. Stumped a little, Vegeta got up on his feet and just stood there in disbelief. Everything had slipped through his fingers in mere seconds.

Long after everyone had left he still stood there not wanting to belief the humiliation she had inflicted on him.

Not too long after he was taken by, Frieza. He sometimes watched out of the windows of the space ship cursing her name through his clenched teeth. Time went by and the grief grew instead of subsiding. It was the biggest humiliation he had ever faced and it still lived on to haunt him. Of course he could have had her killed, but that would make him even more honourless.

" Dad said that was the one thing he wanted to thank Frieza for when he destroyed the planet, after all, he never could stand losing!"

"Or third-class Saiyan's for that matter."

With a little smirk on his face Vegeta was hovering in the air a couple of meters above the woman.

Bulma wanted to comment but was cut of quite rudely.

"I trust you will never breathe a word of this to anyone my woman, or I would have to get this planet blown up as well. Now, as for the young lady, you just earned yourself three days in the gravity room training with yours truly. Now, without any comment we close this story once and for all... understood?

Great, the end."