Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Catch of the Day ❯ Chapter 17

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CATCH OF THE DAY: Chapter Seventeen

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone but Kage-chan, Ocarina, and Olenji.


Bra launched herself at Goku, knocking him to the ground and straddling his chest. Tears ran down her cheeks as she slammed her fist into his face.
Trunks stared at his little sister, wondering what he should do. No one seemed to know how to stop her, not even Goku, who hadn't powered up to super Saiyan.
//We've finally found the one thing none of us can defeat,// Trunks thought. //A pissed off, five-year-old girl.//
"Bra, stop that this instant," a voice ordered from the doorway. Bra's hair changed back to blue as she leaped to her feet and turned to the door. Vegeta was leaning against the doorframe, looking both proud and amused.
"Daddy!" she squealed, running to him and jumping into his arms. He held her for a few seconds, then set her down, lightly patting her on the head.
//Poor Bra,// Krillin thought. //She just attacked Goku because of him, but he can't even be bothered to show her any real affection.//
Bra gazed up at her father in adoration. She didn't understand why people always thought of him as being cold and unfeeling. He didn't feel comfortable with touching, so that simple pat on the head was a major sign of affection.

Goku sat up with a moan, bruises already beginning to show on his face. He had a black eye and his nose was obviously broken.
"Go upstairs and unpack your things," Vegeta said, looking down at her.
"But-"
"Now."
She nodded and went to fetch her suitcase. Vegeta watched her go up the stairs, then turned to see Krillin staring at him with a mixture of pity and disgust.
"How exactly is this possible?" 18 asked, looking pointedly at Ocarina, who was sleeping peacefully in her father's arms.
"The Tuffles," Vegeta explained. "They're the reason this was possible. They treated us like slaves. Their males had a tendency to take our females and sterilize them before making them whores. The Saiyan race was beginning to become extinct.
"Some female scientists decided to help keep that from happening and get revenge on males in general by altering the remaining Saiyans and making it possible for the males to bear children when they went into heat every eight years."
"When did this grow back?" Krillin asked, coming over and grabbing Vegeta's tail.
Vegeta gave a very undignified yowl of shock and pain before slamming a fist into Krillin's face. He glared at the midget fighter, holding his tail protectively against him.
"Never grabbed a Saiyan by the tail!" he hissed at the startled human.
"I thought it didn't hurt when your tail was grabbed."
"That's what you were supposed to think. When Kakarot used Radditz's tail against him, I decided it would be a good idea to have you all fight Nappa first. He was born missing some vital nerves in his tail. He could move it, but he couldn't feel anything from it."
"So you just pretended that the two of you had conditioned yourselves not to feel pain when your tails were grabbed," Piccolo said, admiration in his voice.
"Exactly. I figured, correctly, that no one would bother trying to grab my tail when they saw that it didn't work against Nappa."
"Umm....Gould I gid somb medigal addendion pease?" Goku said from where he was sitting on the floor, clutching at his broken nose.
...
Bra had put all her stuff away and had quietly gone into her father's room. She gazed into the crib at her sleeping sister. She didn't know what to think of her. She had always been Daddy's Little Girl, and now there was a new little girl for him to love.
She was so intent on her thoughts that she didn't notice when someone came in the room.
"Do you want to hold her?" Vegeta asked quietly. Once he had come to after dying, he hadn't let anyone but Goten even touch her. He had been extremely upset when he learned that Goku had been allowed to hold her while he was unconscious.
Bra hesitated a moment, then nodded. He scooped the infant into his arms and sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here."
Bra climbed up on the bed at sat next to him, looking warily at her little sister. He settled the baby into her arms and wrapped one arm around her to steady her.
Olenji opened her eyes and made soft, gurgly noises. Bra couldn't help grinning as Olenji wound her little tail around her wrist.
...
Goten stood in the doorway, watching them. //We should have brought the girls home sooner,// he thought.
She had only been back for half an hour, but he could already tell that Bra had made a big difference. Vegeta didn't seem quite as depressed anymore. He had even heard him mutter something about doing some training tomorrow.
Goten smiled when he saw Bra snuggle against Vegeta, looking at her sister in wonder now instead of distrust.