Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince's Princess ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

The Prince's Princess

Ch.2

Bulma set the table for breakfast awaiting the rest of her very hungry Saiyan-jin family. Bra staggered downstairs with barely any sleep for the third night in a row. She didn't even bother changing from pajamas.

"Sweetie? You look horrible!" Bulma noticed her daughter getting more and more distracted. Bra stared at her pancakes with her head resting on her hand.

"Morning!" Trunks was upbeat, and took a seat opposite of his sister.

"Good Morning, Trunks," Bulma smiled, but it quickly turned to a frown. "Where's your father?"

Bra knew where he was. He was waiting for her to leave. The avoidance was obvious to her now, and she sighed. Maybe he somehow figured out her dirty thoughts. She pushed herself up and left without a word.

"Trunks, what's wrong with her?" Bulma worriedly looked after her daughter. Bra walked, head down back upstairs and slammed into a rock hard surface. She almost fell back down the stairs, but a hard grip on her arm stopped her. She looked up to see that it was Vegeta she ran into.

"Watch it," he growled and moved her aside. She felt her anger rising, and stomped back to her bedroom.

"What is his problem?!" She shouted throwing her stuffed animals across the room. She noticed one of the furry animals was embedded in the wall. She pulled out her favorite outfit that bought a while ago, but had yet to wear.

Vegeta turned and watched Bra run after their encounter. `Why does she wear those pajamas?' He found himself looking down at her cleavage when he grasped her arm, and watched her ass from behind as she left. He found the past few days getting worse and worse. What were the odds that his daughter would end up looking exactly like his wife? It was surreal, and as Bulma aged more and more he stayed the same. Bra looked like a teenage version of his wife, and being attracted to that wasn't something sick.

"Fucking planet," he muttered as he walked into the kitchen for breakfast. As he ate his thoughts went back to life on Vegeta-sei, and how it wasn't uncommon for his thoughts. Living on Earth for so long caused some social etiquette to rub off.

"Vegeta?" Bulma asked.

The prince raised his eyes.

"Have you noticed Bra? She keeps acting so strangely."

Trunks decided to throw his two cents in, "She's sixteen, they go through crazy phases."

"Do you think it's a guy?" Bulma began to think, "Maybe Goten."

Vegeta nearly choked on pancakes, "What?!"

"Vegeta calm down! Oh, I almost forgot, I have to go out tonight for a meeting a few hours away. If it runs late I'll probably crash at a hotel. Sorry about that, Vegeta."

"Why the hell do I care?"

"Tonight's a full moon," she said with a smile.

Trunks made a disgusted face, "Come on, I'm trying to eat."

The full moon affected anyone with Saiyan-jin blood, but with Vegeta it seemed moreso.

"I'll manage," he internally thought differently, and hoped Bra would go out with her dumb friends.

Bra hung up the phone with Marron, after deciding not to go out, but even Trunks was going out with them. She felt different today, there was something in the air she couldn't put her finger on. `Maybe I should go. At least for a little bit. If I go out I'll be distracted and not thinking these…thoughts.'

Trunks dropped his wet towel from the shower on his bedroom floor and began going through drawers of clothing. His bedroom door creaked open.

"Trunks?" Bra asked peeking inside.

"What?! Bra, don't you knock!" He grasped the towel and glared, red-faced at his sister.

"Sorry `bout that," slightly giggling. She opened the door wide showing her new outfit for the night. Her brother's eyes went wide.

"Where did you get that? You know Papa won't let you leave the house in that!"

Bra fixed the red headband in her hair, "He won't say anything to me." She twirled around, "So? What do you think?"

Trunks wiped the wet purple hair out of his face, "Can I change, please?!"

She frowned and placed her hands on her hips, "Answer me!"

"It looks kind of slutty. I mean high boots, a miniskirt, and your stomach showing, not to mention those things on your arms. People will think you're easy."

He waited for her to scream curses at him, but she only smiled.

"Hurry the hell up so we can go," Bra shut the door and walked back to her bedroom. She sat at her desk and ended up staring at the computer screen. There was a part of her that wanted Vegeta to see her, and another part that was terrified. She stopped mid-thought as something distracted her. It was the same as earlier, the air seemed heavier, and she was taking deeper breaths.

"What the hell?" She felt her forehead with her palm, "I don't feel sick."

A loud pounding on her door made her jump in her chair. "Come on, Bra I'm leaving!" Trunks shouted from the other side.

Bra anxiously followed Trunks down the hallways, she paid attention to Vegeta's ki as it moved throughout the building, hoping they would make it out without him seeing her. `Wait. He's been avoiding me. I shouldn't have to worry.' She relaxed as reason took over and prepared for a fun night out.