Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Fatherhood ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter. 4-- Fatherhood

Vegeta cursed to himself as he stared back at his child. What the hell was he supposed to do now? He couldn't go train while she was in here. And if he brought her with him, he wouldn't even be able to use the gravity and she would be bored out of her mind not being able to watch TV. He decided right then and there he would never get the woman with child again for he be damned if he had to do this once more with another child. Two was enough.

"What?" Vegeta asked smugly as she continued to stare at him.

"What?" She squeaked back.

Vegeta tightened his eyes, "Watch your TV, kid."

"Watch your TV, kid."

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

Vegeta gnawed at his cheek as he stared upon the brat. He had listened to this game once before when she copied Trunks. He had thought it was funny watching the boy get frustrated and tell the woman. But now that he was the one she was mimicking, it was quiet annoying. So instead of talking, Vegeta just turned on his heal and strutted across the room and through a doorway that led to the playroom. He checked her ki feeling it turn around and begin to watch TV again. He let a smirk slid on his lips, he won.

Vegeta kept track of her ki as he went outside in the backyard. He dematerialized only to reappear inside the GR. Vegeta went over to the closet in the back, grabbing a large training gear back, made of a special material not to rip under the extensive weight. He snapped his head up, feeling the little female move but she didn't go far so he continued to pack the five-ton small round weights into the bag. The Onna had also made these for when he couldn't use the GR and/or had to work outside. They didn't really do much, but it was better then nothing. He packed all of the small ones in the bag and zipped it up returning once more to the house and into the main living quarters where he instantly stalled seeing his daughter drawing on the wall with markers.

He set the back down getting her attention. Her face instantly depressed as she stuck out her lip, "I'm sworry." She blinked her baby blues that glistened in the light.

"Don't apologize to me, your mother is the one to use that look on. Get over here." He ordered as he rounded the couch and moved the coffee table. He set the bag down and opened it before lying down on his stomach.

"What are you doing, Daddy?" Bra asked as she crawled upon her father's back, leaning her head down in his hair where she giggled as it tickled her neck.

"Brat."

"I am not!" She gave a weak smack to his shoulder as she pouted, "I'm a prwincess. Right daddy."

"Yes, child. But stop eating my hair." He yanked his head away to look behind him at her. She giggled in response. "See those weights in the bag? I want you to put those on my back, princess."

"Ok, Daddy." She crawled off on her hands and knees, standing when she got to the bag.

"Pick one up at a time. There are heavy." For her anyway.

Bra leaned down and picked one up only to be stalled by the weight. She groaned childishly as she pulled up and still couldn't lift it, "Daddy, it's too heavy!"

"Raise your ki, brat."

"But mommy said I'm not allowed to in the house because the last time I did that I put a hole in the wall."

"Your mommy is not here. I am. Raise your ki and put them on my back."

"Ok, but if mommy finds out, you'll be sorry." Vegeta smirked at his child. He'll admit it, only to himself, she was a cute kid. He wondered if the woman was like this as a child. He felt her raise her ki and watched her pick up the five-ton weight without a problem and waddle over to him and place in the middle of his back. She repeated the process twenty times before all the weights were gone and were spread out upon Vegeta's backside. Bra watched her father place his palms on the floor and lift himself up off the ground, stretching his arms out to their full extent before decreasing back to the floor, brushing his nose against the carpet.

She kneeled down, placing her head on the ground and watched him rise and fall with her eyes, "Why aren't you usin' your ki, daddy?"

"I do not need my ki."

"So how are yous liftin' that up?"

"With my strength." He stalled for a moment as he glanced up at her, "And do not use 'yous,' its 'you'." He began again.

Bra got down upon her stomach, watching him for another minute before she placed her palms on the floor and tried to copy her father. "How come I can't do that?" she pouted as she tried to lift herself up from the floor.

"Because you do not have any strength."

"Why?"

"Because you never worked out."

"Can I get on your back?" Vegeta stalled in the middle of his pushup to glance up at her, the little blue orbs shined wide staring at him. He sighed and lowered himself to the ground again, keeping himself there for her to climb on. She folded her legs Indian style facing the TV as he started his work out again, "Daddy, why are you raisin' your ki?"

"Don't worry about it. And it's 'raising'." He couldn't take her bad speech, the woman certainly needed to work with the brat. Vegeta had to raise his ki for if she fell off all of the weights would fall off and onto her. Her ki was down to nothing and if twenty tons landed upon her, she would have more then a few bruises. He knew she could take it but he didn't want the woman to screech and holler at him, it was enough she was going to do that with the marker drawings on the wall.

He listened to her giggle and squeal as she watched her cartoons, she rocked every once and awhile as if trying to throw him off balance out of 'worry'. It was a half an hour before she spoke to him, "Daddy."

"What?"

"Where do babies come from?"

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Bulma stepped through the metal door, sighing in happiness that she was home. The stupid meeting seemed like it would never end. It was pointless, beneficial-less, and just a waste of time. But that's what one gets when they own their own business. Bulma made a mental note that in the next life, never to own a multi-zillion dollar corporation where no one in the world could take your job for one single minute because no one can possibly have the brains to do anything that she herself had done. Beside that of her father, and perhaps Vegeta or Trunks. But neither of them wanted to do it and her father had retired long ago, leaving her the company in her hands alone. Damn him.

Bulma placed her suitcase down then hung up her coat on the side wall then took off her high heels that killed her feet and wanting desperately to get out of the knee length skirt and blouse. She glanced around seeing no one on the second level, surprising since her mother was supposed to be here taking care of Bra. Maybe they went out to dinner. But the smell told her otherwise as she stepped over to the kitchen, looking for a note of any kind, which if her mother had left the house with her daughter there certainly would have been one. But there wasn't one anywhere, instead she noticed the pot on the stove. Bulma lifted the lid and was greeted by large sausage links. She took a quick smell, smiling in appreciation. She leaned down after turning on the light to the oven to find two huge full chickens inside along with all ready cooked pierogis.

Bulma turned around and headed over the living room, stalling immediately as she stood behind the couch. Her eyes wide glaring at the wall that had newly made red, black, blue, and green lines streaks, stretched across the white paint, scribbled in various circles, triangles and awkward squares. She took a deep, deep breath as she tried not to scream at the carelessness of her husband. But she didn't want to place blame yet. It might of not have been Vegeta's fault.

Now having more a point to find her family, Bulma stomped throughout the house before she reached the playroom, which led to the backyard. After watching her step going through toy infested carpet, Bulma finally made it to the sliding glass door where she once again stalled in shock.

With a panic, Bulma swung open the door, and ran off the stairs and into the backyard quickly snatching her daughter who was sitting on the ground, "My baby, are you OK? Let me take a look at you, No scratches, no bite marks?" Bulma felt all along the child's legs, arms, and head, counting toes and fingers. "Oh, thank Kami."

"Mommy, let me go, I want to play with Kiko." She whined wiggling desperately to get out of her mom's firm grasp.

Bulma hurried away from the animal, "No, no, honey. I'm not going to let you play with that thing."

"Bulma, honey, she was fine." Her mother chided who was sitting on the back porch watching her grandchild.

Bulma snapped to her, "She was fine!? Do you not see that animal out there, Mom! Do you know what they do to little girls!!!"

"Bulma, you're hurting her." Mrs. Briefs reached for her grandchild who snuggled into her grandma's shoulder, tending to her ears. "You know she has sensitive hearing." Bulma's mother scowled.

"I'm sorry, but how could you let her play with that?!"

"Vegeta said it was all right. He's the one that bought it for her. And I don't think Vegeta is the kind of person that would leave his child with that creature if he knew she was in any kind of danger."

"Vegeta bought her that?!" Bulma instantly turned on her heals and slit her eyes at the sight of the GR. "Oh that son-of-a-bitch!" She ranted stomping quickly over to the dome mumbling to her self the whole way, "That irresponsible jerk! Leaving his only daughter alone with that wild animal! Making her believe that she could keep it, none the less! I'm going to make that stupid monkey regret the day he ever met me!" Bulma growled one more time before she banged brutally on the door, almost breaking her fist in the process but her adrenaline was too high right at the moment to feel the pain.

Second's later Vegeta appeared before the door, anger present on his features, "You better tell me dinner's ready." He threatened.

"No, you ass! How the fuck could you buy her that!?"

"Buy whom what?"

"Buy your four year old child a fucking tiger!" Bulma pushed her way in, slamming the door so as not to let her child nor mother hear her brutal words, "Is there something mentally wrong with you that you would leave a child alone with a wild beast that just happens to be a carnivore and would gladly, at any moment, eat your daughter's flesh?! What were you possibly thinking when you bought her that!? Were you thinking at all?! Do you know how dangerous it is?! Not to mention that the animals claws alone could rip her skin simply if it were playing?!"

"It is just a cub, Onna." He fought lamely.

"It grows up, Vegeta! And becomes a professional killing machine! You can't just buy a baby tiger and expect it not to have the inner instinct to hunt and eat live things, like our daughter! What the fuck is wrong with you!? How could you be so stupid as to get her that?! And now when I have to take it back, she is going to think me the monster for not letting her keep it. And again I am the bad guy. I am so sick of being the bad guy. You take it back, Vegeta. You be the bad guy in this, have Bra cry to you and have her tell you she hates you! Take it back and that is final!" Bulma turned on her heal only to be grabbed by the arm and slammed into the metal dome and kept there by the hardness of Vegeta's body. "Let me go!-"

Vegeta growled grabbing her other arm and pinning them to her sides, meeting her angry eyes with his own, "I would have never bought her that stupid creature if you had not left her with me. You know I do not watch brats! I am a warrior, not a fucking baby sitter! Listen once more, Onna. I do not know how many times I have told you this, but it will be the last and it better stay in that so called advanced brain of yours. Bra is Sayian. She is more Sayian then Kakarot. She can pick up ten tons of weight and not even struggle. She can get hit by a car going ninety miles an hour and the car would be destroyed while she walks away with nothing but a slight sting. She would have to be near death for the claw of the stupid animal to even penetrate her skin. She can run faster then your fastest creature, vehicle, or any other object on this pitiful planet. Do you understand where I am going with all of this, woman? Or do you need charts and graphs?"

"I understand perfectly, but it's going back."

"I don't' give a shit, but I'm not doing it. Now get out. I will eat later." He shoved her towards the door, too mad to really see the look of hurt in her eyes. He was hurt too damn it! He wouldn't admit it but her words had caused some damage to his pride.

It was the onna's fault for thinking him capable of looking after their brat. If it were a boy, it would be a different story, but Bra was a girl and much harder to deal with. He didn't know what not to do with her. And buying her whatever she wanted to shut her up was his only option. After they had come home from the pet store she had stayed out of his way for the rest of the time, letting him continue with his outside training till Mrs. Briefs arrived. It made sense to him.

The woman had no right to be that mad at him. She should at least know, if nothing else, that he would never put his children in danger. He wasn't that careless nor stupid as she kept on implying in her ranting.

Vegeta growled as he continued to pound the invisible enemy before him, which now was representing the onna's words. Something mentally wrong with him! Ha! Nothing was wrong with him. Ok, sometimes he sees dead people and other times he takes part in flashbacks, talking to himself while no one was around, yelling at Frieza or Zarbon or even Kakarot, but he wasn't crazy.

Angry didn't even do justifiable. He was… furious! How could she chide him like a child!? He was fucking older then she was. So what he bought the brat a tiger, it's not like Bra can't handle the thing. It had less ki then she did. Vegeta growled. He would not let the onna get away with insulting him so easily. She would have to pay for her words. He didn't know how, but he'd figure out something.