Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta Explains It All-Revised ❯ Vegeta Explains It All ( One-Shot )
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By: bura400 
Bura-chan questions the Saiya-jin Prince, where babies come from.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.23.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 2.3K | Status: Completed
Bura-chan questions the Saiya-jin Prince, where babies come from.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.23.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 2.3K | Status: Completed
Story Title: Vegeta Explains It All
Rating: PG/PG-13 (Minor Swearing, slight adult situations)
Author: Bura400
Genre: Comedy/Slight Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the manga/anime Dragonball Z/GT. Toei Animation, Akira Toriyama, and Funimation Productions, etc, hold all copyright publications to DBZ/GT--I am just a fan writing this out of pure enjoyment for myself and fellow fans. So in other words; do not sue please. ^_~
Author's Note: This is the revised, slightly rewritten version, of Vegeta Explains It All 1 and 2 combined. Most of it basically stays the same, with little revisions. Enjoy! If you wish to email me please do so at kirei_tara@yahoo.com. Please don't be shy and tell me what you think.
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Vegeta was doing what he does best; training in the Gravity Room, under 400x Earth's gravity. Yes, it was a typical day at Capsule Corporation, except Dende being the joker he was would not let an opportunity to make Vegeta sweat pass. You can call it revenge for when Dende had to heal Vegeta on Namek and the prince punched him, or just the Gods playing with mortals. All this trouble would come in a little, blue, and precousis whirlwind with big sky-blue eyes named Bura.
Vegeta sweating profusely, backflipped to his feet and turned the gravity back to
1x Earth's gravity, stalking out through the gravity room's doors to the
kitchen. He took out a loaf of bread, two packs of ham, and a carton of milk.
Why the saiya-jin warrior was busy devouring his lunch, he didn't notice the
little blue haired, demi-saiya-jin skip in and she just had oodles to ask him!
As Vegeta was halfway through his lunch--he noticed his little daughter waiting
patiently for him to finish before she began. He smirked at her respectful
silence.
'Feh, unlike the woman, the girl isn't a loudmouth' he mused. He finished
swallowing and nodded at her to begin, coal black eyes meeting sky blue.
"Papa," Bura began, smiling cutely, "Where do babies come from? Do you know? I mean I would ask Mama, but she's not home." Vegeta choked out,"WHAT?!" He scowled irritated she would ask *him* such a question.
'I thought the woman would have already had *that* talk with the girl.' He thought frowning, darkly.
"Where do-"
"I heard you brat," Vegeta grunted. 'Now how to settle this, ah, I got it' he
thought, as his lips curved deviously. He turned his attention back to his
little daughter.
Several hours later, Bulma came out of the drizzle, slamming the heavy, mahogany door and
alerting her family she was home. Her violent actions clarified she was *seriously* pissed.'Those damned board directors' She complained mentally, cursing them for every kind of fool. She hung her coat in the spacious closet, straightened her chic business suit, and smoothed her messy bun in the small mirror on the wall.
Her stiletto heels, clicked across the marble floor with such determination she didn't notice a blue and red blur attach itself to her legs until too late.
Bulma was caught off balance and almost tumbled to the expensive flooring barely regaining her balance. "Whoa, easy there Bura-chan," she scolded lightly, smiling down at her daughter.
"What did you do today sweetie?"
"Sorry Mama," Bura grinned. "Papa told me where babies came from!" She chirped
excitedly, her wide eyes shining with new found knowledge. Mama was gonna be so
proud. Bulma gazed down at the top of her daughter's head stunned.
"What exactly did he tell you Bura?" she asked warily.
"He said he putted his 'cock' in your.."
She rambled on, oblivious to her mother's black scowl. Her blue eyes darkened with anger and she stalked from the foyer, leaving Bura still chattering about her new discoveries. Her three-year old baby was corrupted and that pointy haired husband of hers was going to *pay*!
"VEGETA!"
Bulma stalked her prey, her designer pumps making stacatto sounds on the marble flooring as she searched out her mate.
"Vegeta, get your *ass* out here now, if you want you KNOW WHAT TONIGHT!" Her voice shrilled, enunciating the last three words clearly. Vegeta caught sight of Bulma from the den out his peripheral vision as well as heard that *ungodly* screech and he knew he was in *serious* trouble. He stalked into the foyer/parlor where his light haired mate was located. He caught sight of her comely form.
That luscious, full mouth was pulled taut and the delicate nose flared in anger. Her eyes where snapping blue fire, and those pert, full breasts were rising gently with her passionate exertion. The prince's eyes glazed over slighty.
"VEGETA!" That mouth screamed that he was obsessing over currently at that moment. His brows furrowed, a slight scowl appeared on his lips, while his obsidian eyes drilled through her.
"What is it?" he rasped softly, silk over steel. She sure was pissed but maybe he could get her to change her mind by *certain persuasions*.
"Bura told me that you stated where babies come from, not to mention explaining in crude detail our 'night time' activities."
"And?"
"What do you mean AND?" Her voice went to icy clipped undertones, that made
even the most brave executives at Capsule Corp quake in their boots.
Bura watched from behind the doors, her cerulean hair shining from its topknot.
She was just curious. She didn't mean to get Papa in trouble. She understood now
what Papa was trying to explain because right after Mama had got home, Trunks-kun had
explained further.
Her bow shaped mouth frowned then smirked mischievously mirroring her sire remarkably. Bura was her father's daughter after all, her Mama's also! So, now she could have them make hera little sister.
She grinned. Her mind began plotting ideas against her parents unbeknownst to them at the moment. Trunks wasn't *that* bad, but she could use another sister to pick on him--not to mention even the odds.
"Mama."
A small blue head popped between them and Bulma felt a tug on her skirt. The technical genius' heart nearly flipped over with love for her baby girl. Unlike Trunks, who both parents loved deeply also, had been their lust child, while Bura was their love child. She had been Vegeta's gift to Bulma in a way.
Vegeta looked down at Bura too, a frown in place that hid his adoring smirk. He knew the girl was up to something. If Bulma knew how intelligent, ruthless, and cunning 'her little baby' could be she would have had a heart attack. Bura was definitely like her father and mother.
"Trunks-kun told me the truth on how babies were made since Papa jumbled it all
up," with that she crossed her arms and she frowned slightly.
Bulma had to keep from laughing in delight at father and daughter, both in typical stances
with arms crossed, looking like a matched pair. Except one of them was a fair, cherubic
angel with a little chubby face and the other was a face made of stone and dangerously
handsome. Both of their frowns matched exactly, though.
One of the few traits Bura inherited from Vegeta, including her tail which they removed shortly after her birth. Bulma sighed tiredly. Maybe one day she could give her daughter's tail back but at the rate the moon's coming and going--who knows? Good Dende, Pan put up a huge fight when she learned she used to have a tail. Yes, it was best she kept the tail a secret from her daughter until she was older.
"Well?" the little voice demanded.
"Hush brat," the deep voice softly commanded, looking at her sternly.
Bura gasped wondering if she had gone too far, Papa most times didn't take care of her punishments, but she had gotten her hiney spanked by Vegeta before. When Bulma spanked her it was embarrassing, but Vegeta's really stung. Her father would leave her poor behind bright red using only a fraction of his immense strength. She couldn't sit for days properly.
As it was *she* was already breaking barbies left and right, those getting implanted in the walls weekly. She was very strong and would get even more so as time went by, she knew. Not to mention she ate *whole* bunch if the right foods were in front of her face.
She caught the hidden twinkle in Vegeta's dark eyes and knew she wasn't in
trouble. She uncrossed her arms and grinned up at Vegeta. Vegeta smirked down at
her, this a half smile in itself. He swooped down and picked her up, carrying the
giggling Bura towards her mother.
His eyes told her a great volume and she knew he was apologizing with them for
what he could not say. His piercing gaze was currently unguarded and showing all his
love for her.
Bulma smiled a brilliant smile back at him and shyly took the other arm that
wasn't holding Bura. He could still make her heart melt after all these years. It certainly hadn't always been an easy road, it had been a very rocky one and still was at times. But for now these two lovers took their daughter and went to watch television in the den.
Later that Night.....
After they had watched their a several hours of TV, had dinner, and Bulma put Bura to bed; they were alone at last. Bulma felt a pair of arms come around her and kiss her neck while trying to undress her.
"Oh no, *you* don't get off that easy ouji-sama," She lightly teased, seductively.
Well atleast she wasn't angry anymore, thats what counted right?
"You will be taking care of Bura while I am away at a two week conference-" She was interrupted by a hard mouth passionately kissing her soft one.
"Stupid woman," He muttered with amusement against her lips. All that was heard from 'the woman' was her little giggle announcing her rapture and love.
~Owari~
I hoped you enjoyed the revised version of my first fanfic ever, Vegeta Explains It All. Please don't forget to read and review--if you like the story. C/C is always welcome! ^_~
By the way, The barbie getting stuck in the walls idea is not mine, and was taken from what of either Ember Maxximus or Jaded Best, fics I believe. If this idea was yours please contact me so I may give you the credit *you* deserve.
Rating: PG/PG-13 (Minor Swearing, slight adult situations)
Author: Bura400
Genre: Comedy/Slight Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the manga/anime Dragonball Z/GT. Toei Animation, Akira Toriyama, and Funimation Productions, etc, hold all copyright publications to DBZ/GT--I am just a fan writing this out of pure enjoyment for myself and fellow fans. So in other words; do not sue please. ^_~
Author's Note: This is the revised, slightly rewritten version, of Vegeta Explains It All 1 and 2 combined. Most of it basically stays the same, with little revisions. Enjoy! If you wish to email me please do so at kirei_tara@yahoo.com. Please don't be shy and tell me what you think.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Vegeta was doing what he does best; training in the Gravity Room, under 400x Earth's gravity. Yes, it was a typical day at Capsule Corporation, except Dende being the joker he was would not let an opportunity to make Vegeta sweat pass. You can call it revenge for when Dende had to heal Vegeta on Namek and the prince punched him, or just the Gods playing with mortals. All this trouble would come in a little, blue, and precousis whirlwind with big sky-blue eyes named Bura.
Vegeta sweating profusely, backflipped to his feet and turned the gravity back to
1x Earth's gravity, stalking out through the gravity room's doors to the
kitchen. He took out a loaf of bread, two packs of ham, and a carton of milk.
Why the saiya-jin warrior was busy devouring his lunch, he didn't notice the
little blue haired, demi-saiya-jin skip in and she just had oodles to ask him!
As Vegeta was halfway through his lunch--he noticed his little daughter waiting
patiently for him to finish before she began. He smirked at her respectful
silence.
'Feh, unlike the woman, the girl isn't a loudmouth' he mused. He finished
swallowing and nodded at her to begin, coal black eyes meeting sky blue.
"Papa," Bura began, smiling cutely, "Where do babies come from? Do you know? I mean I would ask Mama, but she's not home." Vegeta choked out,"WHAT?!" He scowled irritated she would ask *him* such a question.
'I thought the woman would have already had *that* talk with the girl.' He thought frowning, darkly.
"Where do-"
"I heard you brat," Vegeta grunted. 'Now how to settle this, ah, I got it' he
thought, as his lips curved deviously. He turned his attention back to his
little daughter.
Several hours later, Bulma came out of the drizzle, slamming the heavy, mahogany door and
alerting her family she was home. Her violent actions clarified she was *seriously* pissed.'Those damned board directors' She complained mentally, cursing them for every kind of fool. She hung her coat in the spacious closet, straightened her chic business suit, and smoothed her messy bun in the small mirror on the wall.
Her stiletto heels, clicked across the marble floor with such determination she didn't notice a blue and red blur attach itself to her legs until too late.
Bulma was caught off balance and almost tumbled to the expensive flooring barely regaining her balance. "Whoa, easy there Bura-chan," she scolded lightly, smiling down at her daughter.
"What did you do today sweetie?"
"Sorry Mama," Bura grinned. "Papa told me where babies came from!" She chirped
excitedly, her wide eyes shining with new found knowledge. Mama was gonna be so
proud. Bulma gazed down at the top of her daughter's head stunned.
"What exactly did he tell you Bura?" she asked warily.
"He said he putted his 'cock' in your.."
She rambled on, oblivious to her mother's black scowl. Her blue eyes darkened with anger and she stalked from the foyer, leaving Bura still chattering about her new discoveries. Her three-year old baby was corrupted and that pointy haired husband of hers was going to *pay*!
"VEGETA!"
Bulma stalked her prey, her designer pumps making stacatto sounds on the marble flooring as she searched out her mate.
"Vegeta, get your *ass* out here now, if you want you KNOW WHAT TONIGHT!" Her voice shrilled, enunciating the last three words clearly. Vegeta caught sight of Bulma from the den out his peripheral vision as well as heard that *ungodly* screech and he knew he was in *serious* trouble. He stalked into the foyer/parlor where his light haired mate was located. He caught sight of her comely form.
That luscious, full mouth was pulled taut and the delicate nose flared in anger. Her eyes where snapping blue fire, and those pert, full breasts were rising gently with her passionate exertion. The prince's eyes glazed over slighty.
"VEGETA!" That mouth screamed that he was obsessing over currently at that moment. His brows furrowed, a slight scowl appeared on his lips, while his obsidian eyes drilled through her.
"What is it?" he rasped softly, silk over steel. She sure was pissed but maybe he could get her to change her mind by *certain persuasions*.
"Bura told me that you stated where babies come from, not to mention explaining in crude detail our 'night time' activities."
"And?"
"What do you mean AND?" Her voice went to icy clipped undertones, that made
even the most brave executives at Capsule Corp quake in their boots.
Bura watched from behind the doors, her cerulean hair shining from its topknot.
She was just curious. She didn't mean to get Papa in trouble. She understood now
what Papa was trying to explain because right after Mama had got home, Trunks-kun had
explained further.
Her bow shaped mouth frowned then smirked mischievously mirroring her sire remarkably. Bura was her father's daughter after all, her Mama's also! So, now she could have them make hera little sister.
She grinned. Her mind began plotting ideas against her parents unbeknownst to them at the moment. Trunks wasn't *that* bad, but she could use another sister to pick on him--not to mention even the odds.
"Mama."
A small blue head popped between them and Bulma felt a tug on her skirt. The technical genius' heart nearly flipped over with love for her baby girl. Unlike Trunks, who both parents loved deeply also, had been their lust child, while Bura was their love child. She had been Vegeta's gift to Bulma in a way.
Vegeta looked down at Bura too, a frown in place that hid his adoring smirk. He knew the girl was up to something. If Bulma knew how intelligent, ruthless, and cunning 'her little baby' could be she would have had a heart attack. Bura was definitely like her father and mother.
"Trunks-kun told me the truth on how babies were made since Papa jumbled it all
up," with that she crossed her arms and she frowned slightly.
Bulma had to keep from laughing in delight at father and daughter, both in typical stances
with arms crossed, looking like a matched pair. Except one of them was a fair, cherubic
angel with a little chubby face and the other was a face made of stone and dangerously
handsome. Both of their frowns matched exactly, though.
One of the few traits Bura inherited from Vegeta, including her tail which they removed shortly after her birth. Bulma sighed tiredly. Maybe one day she could give her daughter's tail back but at the rate the moon's coming and going--who knows? Good Dende, Pan put up a huge fight when she learned she used to have a tail. Yes, it was best she kept the tail a secret from her daughter until she was older.
"Well?" the little voice demanded.
"Hush brat," the deep voice softly commanded, looking at her sternly.
Bura gasped wondering if she had gone too far, Papa most times didn't take care of her punishments, but she had gotten her hiney spanked by Vegeta before. When Bulma spanked her it was embarrassing, but Vegeta's really stung. Her father would leave her poor behind bright red using only a fraction of his immense strength. She couldn't sit for days properly.
As it was *she* was already breaking barbies left and right, those getting implanted in the walls weekly. She was very strong and would get even more so as time went by, she knew. Not to mention she ate *whole* bunch if the right foods were in front of her face.
She caught the hidden twinkle in Vegeta's dark eyes and knew she wasn't in
trouble. She uncrossed her arms and grinned up at Vegeta. Vegeta smirked down at
her, this a half smile in itself. He swooped down and picked her up, carrying the
giggling Bura towards her mother.
His eyes told her a great volume and she knew he was apologizing with them for
what he could not say. His piercing gaze was currently unguarded and showing all his
love for her.
Bulma smiled a brilliant smile back at him and shyly took the other arm that
wasn't holding Bura. He could still make her heart melt after all these years. It certainly hadn't always been an easy road, it had been a very rocky one and still was at times. But for now these two lovers took their daughter and went to watch television in the den.
Later that Night.....
After they had watched their a several hours of TV, had dinner, and Bulma put Bura to bed; they were alone at last. Bulma felt a pair of arms come around her and kiss her neck while trying to undress her.
"Oh no, *you* don't get off that easy ouji-sama," She lightly teased, seductively.
Well atleast she wasn't angry anymore, thats what counted right?
"You will be taking care of Bura while I am away at a two week conference-" She was interrupted by a hard mouth passionately kissing her soft one.
"Stupid woman," He muttered with amusement against her lips. All that was heard from 'the woman' was her little giggle announcing her rapture and love.
~Owari~
I hoped you enjoyed the revised version of my first fanfic ever, Vegeta Explains It All. Please don't forget to read and review--if you like the story. C/C is always welcome! ^_~
By the way, The barbie getting stuck in the walls idea is not mine, and was taken from what of either Ember Maxximus or Jaded Best, fics I believe. If this idea was yours please contact me so I may give you the credit *you* deserve.